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He was always her friend…someone she could run to when there was no one else. That probably explained why, when she arrived at his house the night before in tears that he invited her in. It also explained why he was sitting on the corner of his couch with her curled up beside him, the both of them sleeping peacefully.

Mark and Shaya had been friends since they were a kid and kitten. Over the years they had each pursued their own interests, but always made time for each other when needed. Through family troubles, boyfriend/girlfriend problems and the like, they were always a phone call away from each other. They were each other's rock…each others lightning rod that kept them grounded.

That was why at 2 o'clock in the morning Mark's phone began ringing. Groggily, he rolled over and fumbled with it. He had no idea why he kept a phone on his night stand since he typically didn't get too many phone calls. "Mmmm…hello?" he spoke into the phone, grateful he was too tired to truly convey his frustration at being so rudely awakened.

"M-Mark?" Shaya's pained voice on the other end made Mark's eyes snap open. "I'm sorry I woke you," she said, her words betraying the fact that she was trying to hold back a torrent of sobs. "But I've got no one else to…and…uh…"

"It's all right," assured Mark, now sitting up on the bed. "Where are you?"

"J-Just outside," she stammered. Just then he heard a peal of thunder, and Mark realized it was pouring outside. He winced, knowing his front door had no real shelter from the rain.

"I'll be down in a sec," he said, springing up and bolting downstairs. It took a few seconds for him to reach the door and fumble with the trio of locks and chains before he could fling the door open. The moment he did his heart sank. Were it not for her quivering muzzle and heaving shoulders, Mark would have made a remark about her looking like a drowned cat. Instead, he merely opened his arms and welcomed the now-sobbing cheetah to crash into him. Her fur was drenched and his pajama top was soaked through in mere moments. He didn't care, though; Shaya could have been covered in far worse and he would still be holding her now, letting her sob and wail like a kitten deprived of its favorite toy.

They stood together in the entryway, Mark only barely able to close the door with his foot. For a solid ten minutes, he simply held her, letting her exhaust herself on his shoulder. This hadn't been the first time Mark had been in this position. Shaya, for a cheetah, was absolutely stunning. She was tall but she was no waif. Despite her species her curves were fairly ample. She wasn't fat, but she wasn't mere skin and bones either. Indeed she was a prize catch for any suitor able to win her heart.

Alas, that list had been rather long and varied over the years, almost always with the same result. Mark didn't need to be a genius to know the reason he was holding a drenched cheetah in his arms at this ungodly hour. Mentally he made another mark in the growing tally of Shaya's asshole boyfriends. He wondered briefly what the explanation would be tonight. By now he'd heard just about everything, from them going too far too soon, or getting caught fooling around with someone else because she wouldn't give them what they wanted.

He dismissed the thought rather quickly though. Sarcasm had no place here at the moment. Right now all that mattered was consoling his friend in her time of need. Unconsciously he tightened his embrace and was only barely aware that she had done the same thing. What he did notice though was when she started purring softly, mostly because it made her keening sobs take on a rather strange sound. Still, he did his best to ignore it.

Shaya did her best not to scream at the top of her lungs the moment she crashed into Mark's waiting arms. She wanted to wail out to the heavens, demanding to know why Fate kept pairing her up with such morons.

Travis had been every bit the gentleman at the start of the evening, but that had all changed after their much-anticipated dinner date. The moment they'd gotten into his car he'd changed from gentleman to predator. The kisses she could live with, but the moment that wolf's paw touched her breast that was it. The struggle had been brief before she was able to exit the car. In a typical show of the frustrated male, Travis had thrown his car into gear and tore away from the now-stranded Shaya.

The rain had started not too long after, which had caused Shaya to run as fast as she could to Mark's place; it was closer than her cross-town apartment. The cold downpour only fueled her growing frustration at being treated so terribly by Travis that by the time she'd reached her friend's apartment, it was all she could do to call Mark and keep as calm a voice as possible.

But now that she was back in the arms of her best friend, nothing else seemed to matter. Once her initial sobs had subsided, Shaya let the feeling of Mark's embrace soothe her as it always had. Almost unconsciously, she moved to nuzzle his neck and began purring softly over top of her cries. It was all she could do to not sink her claws into his back, fearing that if she let go she would simply fall away.

The embrace lasted for nearly a half hour. Despite the warmth of Mark's embrace, Shaya couldn't help but begin to shiver as the cold rain finally soaked through. Mark could feel the shivers begin and not missing a beat, helped her out of her coat and guided her towards the bathroom. “Go ahead and use the robe on the door," he'd said. “I'll get some sweats for when you're done, ok?"

“O-OK," she'd stammered. “Th-thank you,M-Mark. F-For everything." Mark had smiled and closed the door, letting her take that much needed hot shower.

* * *

It was close to 45 minutes later when Shaya finally emerged from the bathroom. She opened the door, letting out a cloud of steam and noticed a folded pair of sweats and an oversized T-shirt waiting for her on the floor. She was still rattled from the night's earlier events but she couldn't help but smile. She grabbed the clothes and disappeared back into the bathroom. Moments later she emerged, garbed in the offered clothes and the robe over top.

She walked into the living room where Mark was waiting. She noticed that he'd changed out of his soaked pajamas and into something a bit drier. On the coffee table by the couch were two steaming cups of hot chocolate...her favorite.

“Thought you could use something to relax," he said. Shaya sat down beside him and snuggled in. He moved just enough to grab the cups and hand her one. Purring softly she inhaled the aroma coming from the mug and her ears perked up slightly.

“Kahlua?" she asked, turning to meet his gaze. “Trying to get me drunk?"

“Not at all," Mark replied with a chuckle. “Just thought it would help you relax a bit more."

Shaya took a tentative sip and purred some more as the sweet liquid danced over her tongue and trickled down her throat. The gentle heat of the liqueur helped warm her insides, making her sigh blissfully. She leaned back against Mark and turned her eyes towards him. “Thank you, Mark," she said softly. “I don't know what I'd do without you."

“You're welcome," he said. It was the last words the two shared before returning to their drinks, then eventually falling asleep on the couch in each other's arms.

* * *

He wasn't sure when it happened, but when Mark's eyes next opened, he found that he and Shaya had changed position. They were both stretched out on the couch, he on his back and the cheetah curled up half on him and half beside him. One of her arms was draped over his chest, as was one of her legs, and her muzzle was buried in his neck. He could feel her deep, steady breaths on his skin, which filled him with a measure of relief.

It always made his heart ache when things didn't work out for Shaya and her boyfriend at the time. She was bright, funny, charming...everything anyone could ask for in a potential mate. Sure, some had said in the past that he never had to live with her, but that wasn't true. Several had been the times when circumstances had forced them into cohabitation, and in truth those had been some of the most memorable times of his life.

He gazed down at her sleeping form and wondered, like always, why he never worked up the nerve to ask her out. And, like always the answer was the same: Because she was his friend. He never wanted to ruin that connection he had with her just for a mere night's gratification or the chance that such an encounter could lead to something more. She was more than his best friend. She was a part of him and if he ever messed that up, he could never live with himself afterward.

But now, with her lying with him like this, it was hard not to let his thoughts wander. Sadly, his body was also thinking the same thing, and he could feel a growing tightness in his pajama bottoms. He sighed, thankful he was still wearing a robe, which helped conceal what could be an awkward situation should she notice.

Shaya moaned slightly and her eyes fluttered open. She tensed up for only a moment as her mind tried to remember where she was and how she got there. A moment's panic ran through her at the warm presence beside her until she could breathe in his familiar scent. “Mark," she breathed softly.

“Morning," Mark said wearily. “Sleep well?"

Shaya moaned and nodded. “Better than I have in a long time, thanks to you." She stretched as much as she dared without letting go of him. “I don't wanna move from this spot," she mumbled.

“Me neither," said Mark. On reflex he pulled Shaya tighter to him, making her purr loudly. “I'm sorry about Travis," he said softly. “He seemed like a nice guy."

“Yeah," Shaya sighed. “I should have known though - the way he was looking at me all night - but I just wanted to believe that just once I was gonna meet someone who wasn't after just one thing." She sniffled once, only to feel Mark's hand begin scritching gently behind her ears.

“Hey," he soothed. “No more tears over that asshole, ok? You're done with him now." She moved her head slightly, pressing into Mark's gently rubbing fingers. “You're safe now."

“But for how long?" the cheetah countered. “Just until the next jerk comes along, then what? Another night like this?"

“Oh I don't know," Mark said wistfully. “I could get used to waking up like this ever so often." A long silence passed between the two as the unintended gravity of that statement sunk in. Part of Mark wanted to apologize and let the rapidly spreading blush across his face be a sign of his embarrassment, but another part of him meant exactly what he said. Despite his misgivings and fears about taking that step beyond mere friendship, he couldn't deny just how wonderful Shaya felt lying next to him now.

He expected her to rise up from the couch and make her way to the laundry where her clothes had been drying. He fully expected her to beat a hasty retreat out the door and he completely expected to not hear from her for at least a month or so until she worked up the courage to cope with his statement.

What she did though was completely unexpected.

Shaya moved her muzzle up and planted a gentle kiss on Mark's lips. It wasn't wanton or filled with any kind of passion, but the very gesture sent what felt like a lightning bolt straight up his spine. Every part of his body tingled. On reflex he returned the kiss, not sure what else to do, and heard her moan softly.

When the kiss broke they stared at each other. Shaya was first to speak. “Mark," she began. “I had no idea you felt that way. I mean…"

“In truth I never gave it much thought until tonight…er…last night," admitted Mark. “I'm still scared to death that if we, that is, if we take this any further, what then? I care about you, Shaya. Hell, I love you, but I don't want to lose what we have."

“I know, Mark," said Shaya. “I'm scared too, but at the same time, I don't think I've ever felt more right about something than I do now." She leaned in and kissed him again, this time more forcefully. She began to move her body until she was lying atop him, at which point his arms instinctively wrapped around her back and held her tightly. He melted into the kiss, knowing that even if he wanted to he couldn't resist her now.

The kiss lasted for what felt like forever. When it finally broke, they stared at each other and smiled. Shaya playfully shifted her hips and her eyes widened. Despite the layers of clothing between them, they could both feel the effects their kiss had. Mark responded by flexing his hips slightly upward, rubbing his arousal against her a bit more.

“Mmmm," the cheetah moaned. “Something tells me you're not so scared now."

“Kinda hard to be scared when you've got a wonderful, sexy cheetah lying on top of you," Mark countered with a smirk. He moved his head to kiss her again. Her muzzle met his lips, and he felt her tongue probe his mouth gently. It was his turn to moan now as her raspy tongue brushed over his. He'd kissed a few felines in his day, but nothing like this.

On reflex, the pair started grinding their hips against each other. Shaya spread her legs just slightly, letting Mark's bulge graze against her more forcefully. “Oh gods...Mark..." she breathed. She felt his hands move down to her rear and the base of her tail. She growled in ecstasy when he began playing with the base. “Mmmm," she cooed. “Just like that, Mark...ah..."

Mark's one hand continued to work the base of her tail while the other kneaded her rear. Every time he moved his hips he pressed with his hand, making his bulge rub against her even harder. He could hear Shaya's breath growing heavier and her purrs grow louder...deeper. He could tell she was getting close, which only made him grind harder. He never once thought that he'd be in this position with Shaya...someone who'd been his best friend since he was a kid. Despite that, he couldn't imagine anyone other than her atop him, riding his bulge like this.

Suddenly, Shaya gasped and stiffened. Her body quivered and her tail spasmed randomly. Her cries of his name came out as a half-cry half-whisper. She stayed like that for several minutes before finally relaxing, her body still shaking from the force of her orgasm. “Oh, gods Mark," she whispered when she was able to speak again.

“Shaya," Mark whispered. Their lips and tongues met in another passionate, sloppy kiss. His hands moved from her tail and ass and wrapped his arms around her. When the kiss released Shaya buried her muzzle in his neck, breathing heavily and peppering it with light kisses and licks. He moved a hand up to scritch behind her ear again, causing her purrs to deepen once more.

They stayed like that for several minutes before either of them moved. Shaya was first, moving to face him once more and stare into his eyes. Her look was peaceful…a look he hadn't seen on her in a long time. He took a small measure of pride in that he was the one who'd put it there for her. She smiled back, leaning down to kiss him again.

“We were both really stupid, weren't we?" she asked as the kiss broke.

“Yeah," Mark said. “All this time, looking for someone…"

“And they were right in front of us all along," Shaya finished. “So, what now?"

“Well," Mark said with a smile. “We could get off this couch and continue this somewhere…more comfortable, if you'd like."

Shaya considered that for all of five seconds before nodding and slowly moving off Mark and standing up. Mark rose a bit more slowly, his back reminding him why he never slept on the couch. Shaya's first impulse was to admonish Mark for not getting up sooner, but the fast-cooling wetness on the sweat pants she wore reminded her of just why he'd laid there for so long.

There was no frenzied kissing and tearing of clothes when they made it to his bedroom. After their play on the couch their immediate needs were under control, so they could take their time. In between soft, tender kisses they lost their robes, then their tops before finally collapsing on the bed. Mark was the first one to move, kissing down Shay's neck until he reached her breasts. The cheetah gasped as Mark's tongue played with her stiff nipples, alternately licking and suckling at them. It had been so long since she'd let anyone get this far with her, and that it was Mark - someone she knew she loved - made her body tingle. She squirmed and moaned under Mark's assault on her breasts. “M-More," she rasped. “Mark, please."

Mark said nothing, but kissed her breasts one last time before moving lower down her body. He looked up when he reached the hem of the sweats she was wearing, silently asking for permission. Shaya responded by lifting her hips slightly and Mark pulled them off. He tossed them off the bed and took a moment to drink in the vision before him. How had he not noticed how beautiful she was? All these years, and this absolute knockout of a woman was right there, and he never once thought about her this way. Yet now, here she was, naked and panting wantonly on his bed, wanting him. He swallowed. 'Don't mess this up,' he thought to himself. 'No more tears.'

He moved towards her again, picking up where he'd left off. Her hips arched as he continued to kiss down her body until he was just above that treasured spot. He looked up once more and saw the cheetah staring at him, a pleading look in her eyes. He could feel the heat rising from her pussy, and her musky scent played havoc with his senses. He planted a tender kiss just above her clit before giving it the gentlest touch with his tongue. She writhed at this, her hips all but forcing her loins onto his face. Mark took the hint and dove in, lapping greedily at Shaya's pussy. He used his thumbs to pull the outer lips apart, allowing his tongue to reach further into her and make her moan even louder.

Shaya was in heaven. No one she'd ever been with ever hinted that they wanted to do this to her, and Mark simply dove in like it was the most natural thing. His tongue and lips played a symphony over her pussy, driving her body mad with the sensation. Every time his tongue flicked over her clit she thought she would explode, but just before it got too much, Mark would let it go, focusing instead on the rest of her. Time and again she brought her to the brink, but always backed off, prolonging it.

“Mmmm, Mark," she purred. “So good…ah…oh gods…don't stop…I…" Her words were lost in incoherent mumbles as Mark continued to lap and tongue her. She was getting close and no amount of backing off was going to help. Her eyes rolled back in her head and her breath came out in ragged, purring growls. “Yes," she hissed. “So close…Mark…I…please, I…AGGGGH!" The moment Mark's tongue touched her clit again, it sent her over the edge. She gripped the bedsheets tightly as her orgasm overtook her. She clamped her thighs around Mark's head and held him fast as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over her senses.

Finally, her body relaxed and she felt as though she was deflating on the bed. She glanced down and saw Mark rising up from between her legs. He smiled as he moved back up her body. She didn't hesitate as she pulled his head down for a kiss, slowly licking the remnants of her orgasm off his face. “Oh Mark," she breathed. “That was…that was incredible. I had no idea."

“Wait, you mean no one's ever…" the cheetah shook her head, which caused Mark to smile. “Glad you enjoyed it."

“Mmmhmm," Shaya hummed. “Lay back, love," she said, motioning for Mark to get off her and roll over. He complied and now it was the cheetah's turn to undress the human. She moved back, gripping the waistband of his sweat pants and pulling them down. His achingly hard cock sprang free and despite the mood of the moment, Mark couldn't help but blush. “Oh my," said the cheetah, giving Mark's cock a few gentle strokes. “So this is what I was feeling back on the couch. Mmmm."

Mark could only moan as Shaya worked her hand up and down his shaft. Pre constantly streamed out, soaking the fur on her hand and making his cock nice and slick. She licked her lips and moved her muzzle down. Her tongue replaced her stroking hand, giving his cock a long, slow lick. She purred loudly, savoring the salty, musky taste of his flesh. She opened her maw, taking his cock into her mouth while being careful about her teeth. The taste of his pre made her eyes flutter. She wanted more, but her body was craving Mark somewhere else. She couldn't wait any longer.

Shay lifted her muzzle off Mark's now-soaked cock, giving it one final kiss before climbing up over him. Without a word, she reached down and guided the head of his cock to her entrance. Then, with a purring moan she slid down, taking him in completely with one stroke. “Oh gods!" she cried out, grinding her hips down on him. “Mark!"

Mark reached up and grasped her breasts as she ground her hips against him. He rolled and pinched her nipples, causing her to cry out more. She was tight…almost too tight for him to last very long. He never knew how much he'd wanted this - wanted her - until now. How had he gone so long, denying himself this love? How many months and years had he wasted, searching for this only to have it right in front of him all this time?

He'd answer those questions another time. Right now, it was time to make up for all those lost days.

His hands moved from her breasts to her hips. He clenched them tightly and bucked his hips up to match her grinding. She gasped as his cock reached even further into her, grazing her cervix and nearly short-circuiting her brain from the pain/pleasure overload. She was panting hard now, purrs turning into lustful growls. Her hips began moving faster; it wasn't long before she was slamming his cock into her with each thrust. He did his best to match pace with her, making sure she got all of his cock in her each time.

“Oh gods, Mark," Shaya panted. “You feel so…ah…so good."

“Sh-Shaya," Mark stammered. “I'm…ugh…getting c-close." He gripped her hips tighter. “I…"

“Do it," the cheetah coaxed. “Cum for me, Mark. F-Fill me with it." She ground her hips even harder. “Give it to me, Mark. C-Cum in me."

“SHAYA!" Mark bucked his hips up and held them there as his cock exploded inside her. The moment she felt that first splash of warm seed, Shaya also cried out as another powerful orgasm wracked her body. Mark's body seemingly convulsed as rope after rope of seed erupted inside the cheetah.

His cheetah…at least he hoped.

After several minutes, the tension in both of them eased. Mark felt completely drained, as though he'd poured his entire soul into Shaya. He loosened his grip on the cheetah's hips, stroking softly where he'd gripped so harshly only a few minutes before.

Shaya collapsed atop him, breathing as hard as he. Her muzzle found his neck and she buried it there, kissing and licking like she had the last time she'd cum for him on the couch. As powerful as that time had been, what Mark had just put her through was infinitely more intense. “I…I love you," she whispered, to which she felt his arms wrap around her tenderly. She moved her head to face him again, and saw him smiling at her.

“I love you too," he said softly. “Now and forever." She smiled through her welling tears, which he wiped away as fast as they came.

He would always be there to dry her tears from now on.