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The day continued without much incident. Leo finished his exercise and retired to his room with a book to read. Missy was content eating up everything that the television spewed out, that was until, she came knocking upon his door. “Yo, Leo, you still awake?" she asked.

“It's only 6, Missy," he said, turning a page. So that's why they're called sperm whales. Huh. “What do you want?"

“Open the door, let's talk face to face."

Leo rolled his eyes and stood up. He walked over to the door and opened it. “Yes?"

“Hey, cool, what'cha reading?"

“A book on whale pods. Now what is it?"

“Cool, cool," she said, nodding a little too quickly. “Now uh, I know I told you that you shouldn't think I always want something, but, I really need something right now." She shifted on the spot.

Leo turned his head curiously. She was polite to ask for once? “What is it?"

“I need your laptop, super, super quick. Please?" She stepped closer. “Believe me, I just need it."

“Are you alright?"

“Not really, OK? This super sucks right now." She bared her teeth, lips quivering. “I just need it. I'm going to lose it if I don't. I'll give it right back. I promise."

“You mind telling me what you need it for?" Leo asked. He had to know now.

“If I tell you, I might fucking die from embarrassment. Just hand it over."

Leo pursed his lips. “Alright, fine." He turned around, only to be nearly pushed over to the side. Missy absconded with his laptop near instantly, slamming the door after her.

“Don't open that door!" she yelled. Leo annoyedly marched up to the door and quickly stopped. Whatever it was, it must've been important. She didn't toss a snide remark his way, nor a stupid joke. He carefully placed his ear up to the door. “Don't open it!" she yelled again, causing him to instantly back off.

“What for?" he yelled back. God, now he was doing it too.

“Shut up!" There was a cackling growl. The door handle stuck out, begging him to open it. Another pained growl came. No, it was probably for the best that it remained closed. He shuffled back over to his bed and tried to return to reading.

Whales travel all around the world with— “Augh!" ...Many whales will exhibit familial— “Yes!" Ahem. There's heavy evidence to suggest that whales once— A near shriek pierced through the air, causing Leo to nearly drop his book in surprise. It was like a crying fox being stepped on. Leo set his book down and moved back up to the door. Missy suddenly banged on the door. “Alright, you can have it back now."

Leo cautiously opened the door, half expecting Missy to be covered in blood. “Here you go," she said, handing over his computer. It seemed to be in one complete piece, which was far more than he expected.

“Thanks." Leo took the laptop back and looked over Missy. Her hair was more ruffled than usual, but otherwise she seemed fine. Maybe breathing a little too quickly. “Everything go—"

“Yes, everything was fine. Go back to your fish book." She pushed the door shut again. Leo looked down at the computer in his hands. It felt filthy now. He had half a guess as to what she used it for. Demented curiosity pushed him back to the bed and sent him exploring through the computer. He glanced into the history and... nothing. Missy was smart enough to delete every trace of evidence off of it. She truly was a modern day monster. Leo shut the thing up and set it aside to be cleaned later.

Leo glanced back up at the door. That was a little too sudden to be just a flare of arousal. Was she OK? If she wasn't, what was he going to do about it? He didn't need a sick leech, after all. Yes, that was the only reason. Hospitals weren't an option, and he didn't know any actual health professionals. The man got up and peeked through the door again. There was something pathetic about peeping out into the living room like a scared child in his own home. Be an adult. With a preparatory breath, Leo stepped out into the hall and walked over to the couch. Missy was back to lounging, as if nothing ever happened.

“ 'Sup dude?" she said lazily.

“You alright?" Leo asked, focusing on the television. Real mature.

Missy stretched and flicked the channel. “Yeah, bored though. You see this shit on TV? Reruns far as the eye can see."

“What about earlier? With the computer?"

“Dude, you don't ask a girl something like that."

“Something like what?"

Missy sat up. Leo looked at her. “You don't ask a girl about her horny moments."

Leo stifled a laugh. “A girl's what?"

“What are you, twelve? You need a lesson?"

“I guess I do!" Leo said, crossing his arms. It was hard to wipe the amused smile off his face.

“I knew you were a virgin. Look, girls have needs sometimes. Otherwise it starts to hurt."

“Missy, no—" Normal was a bad word. “Human women don't get that."

Missy frowned. “What do you mean?"

“That's not part of human anatomy."

The monster looked away at the television with a frown. “Are you sure about that?"

“Absolutely."

“What about in porn—" Her eyes widened. “Those fucks were lying to me!"

“You think the pizza guy gets paid in sex too?"

Missy flattened her ears. “This is weird." She leaned back. “I thought that was just a thing every girl got."

“What gave you that idea?"

“I don't have much reference, OK?" Missy said a little too loudly. Leo's smile started to drop. “Fuck. Do you know every single one of them said that was normal?"

“Uh, who said that?" Leo said, sitting down on the arm of the couch. His expression hardened.

Missy tossed an arm up. “All those motherfuckers I stayed with!" She looked back to Leo, teeth starting to bare. “I feel so damned stupid. God, I'd hit them if I could. Fucking... Ugh."

The amusing nature of the situation dropped severely. Leo was almost as annoyed as she was, or so he assumed. He sat down next to her. For once, he actually felt bad. Though for once, this wasn't exactly her fault. “If it makes you feel any better, you can use my laptop to, you know—" He cleared his throat.

Missy inhaled sharply and turned to Leo angrily before dropping the fury. “Thanks." She slumped and rubbed her face. “God, I can't believe they would do that. I mean, yeah, we agreed to do it, but... it felt like they were doing a service." Stop making me feel so bad, damnit. Leo inched over and carefully patted her on the back. “You're a dick, but at least you're honest," she grumbled. Leo decided to let the comment slide.

“I guess that's something," he said. Leo continued to pat her for quite some time as she moped.

“OK, OK, stop patting me like I'm a damn dog," Missy said as she sat upright. Leo quickly retracted his hand. “Thanks, though."

“Just forget about them. They fucked up and now they don't have you."

Missy smiled. That stupid smug grin. “I'm that desirable, huh?"

Leo sighed. “Let's just say it's a whole hell of a lot more interesting to have whatever you are around. That doesn't change the fact that you're a drain, though."

“An honest dick and a cool leech. We make quite the team," Missy replied, patting his shoulder. Not even in his niceties could he get a single break. “I'm surprised you think I'm that stupid."

Leo pulled back. “What?"

“You know, I had access to the Internet. It's not hard to figure out what's 'human' stuff and, uh, 'me' stuff."

“Are you serious, Missy?" Leo's expression soured.

“What? Gosh, sorry. I thought it would be nice to have some sympathy for once!" Missy said, smiling.

“Whatever, I'm going to make dinner." Leo stood up and walked over to the kitchen. Shouldn't have fucking bothered.

Missy yelled after him, “Can we have pizza?"

“We're having beef stew."

“I don't do liquids," Missy yelled back. She lay back down.

“We are having beef stew." He opened the cupboards and started laying out the ingredients.

“Why don't you just call us a pizza? Twenty minutes or it's free."

“They haven't done that in years, Missy."

“I'm sure the honest dick could scare the pizza boy into it. You sure won't be fucking him, I hope."

“Don't call me that, and sure as hell don't ever suggest that again." Why did you even bother trying to be nice?

“Alright, Leo Lion. Soup it is."

“Stew. There's a complete difference between them."

“No there isn't, don't be stupid. Stew is soup and soup is stew. They're water in bowls with other junk in them."

“Never mind," Leo mumbled. Heat. Water. Stock. Meat and vegetables.

“I'll have that bag of chips instead," Missy said. “Got any salsa?"

“You're having the stew or nothing at all."

“OK, Mom."

It took some time, but Leo got the cooking into gear. As much as he didn't want to admit it, Leo was somewhat excited that someone else would try his cooking for once. Who knew how Missy tasted things, though. For all he knew, she probably had the tongue of a dog and the palate of an opossum. All things considered, it was probably the first time she had anything remotely healthy in years. Another checkmark on the path to sainthood, Leo figured.

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Leo set two bowls out on the table. They were filled with a good helping of his own homemade stew. 'Dinner is ready' sounded too casual. “Food," Leo called out, and sure enough, Missy wandered over to the table and placed her hands on it, splaying out those creepy fingers. “Don't do that. Sit down, please." He pointed at an empty chair across from him, where he positioned the bowl.

“Ooh, 'please', that's a new one," Missy said, looking into the bowl.

“No it isn't." Leo sat down and started eating. Not bad. Probably could've used a bit more salt, but he felt the meat and vegetables turned out perfectly.

Missy looked up at him. “Not gonna say grace?" She dipped a finger into the bowl and sampled it.

“You've never said grace in your life." Not even when the old folks would force you to, he added silently. He briefly imagined Missy back in that crummy seat, sat in front of a helping of potato mash, bib fastened around her neck even though she was nearing ten. Leo's thoughts returned back to reality. She probably needed the bib now more than ever. “Eat." Missy awkwardly grabbed her spoon and dipped it in the bowl. He carefully watched her reaction as she took her first sip.

“Hey, that's not bad." Leo's spirits lifted up. “I'm gonna have more." Missy let the spoon clatter to the table and quickly picked up the bowl and started downing the meal like a delusional frat chugger. Leo's spirits promptly fell down the drain. Missy gargled something incomprehensible from her wild consumption and lowered the bowl back down with a loud 'ah'. “Good stuff. Got anymore?"

“Could you never do that again?" Leo asked, watching what remained of his culinary art glisten down her chin.

Missy smiled. “What's wrong? It just means I loved it."

“Half of it is now in your fur."

“That just means it's stored away for later," Missy replied. Leo couldn't help but wince at that statement.

“Are you going to need a shower?" Leo asked. At first he meant it as an insult, but it quickly turned to a real question.

Missy tilted her head. “Oh yeah, guess I should. Been a while."

“Pick a towel and stick to it. It's yours. Also dry yourself off in the bath before you step out."

“Man, you act like I'm twelve." Not far off, apparently. “I know I agreed to being your slave, but could you ease up?"

“What do you mean, 'ease up'? That's common courtesy! Anyone would do that."

“Hey, watch it, your stew is getting cold." Missy pointed at his bowl. Leo annoyedly took another spoonful. “Do you dry before you get out of the tub?"

“Yes."

“Oh." Missy's expression dropped, as if she really wasn't expecting him to say that. The cheeky grin quickly returned, however. “How about we make a challenge? It's a good one."

Leo considered stopping her right there on the spot, but honestly he wanted to see what dumb thing she would say next on the parade of annoyances. “Shoot," he replied, taking another spoonful.

“OK, so I know how you're a super prude, straight out of Catholic school, right?" Leo furrowed his brow and set down his spoon. “So here's the thing, if I can get you to sleep with me, you stop with the constant rules. That sound good?"

“What makes you think I'd agree to that?"

“Well duh, I'll stop bugging you about stuff if you win!" She started eyeing his bowl, and he quickly returned to eating it.

“I wouldn't trust you to do that."

“Not like it would be a problem because you're not gonna do it anyways, right?" She fluttered her eyes. Unfortunately, instead of looking cute, her wide eyes made it seem like she was getting ready to kill him. “Right?"

Leo shrugged. “Guess you're right."

Missy loudly clapped her hands together. “Right!" Her fingers curled around her palms. Eesh. “This is gonna be fun. Just you wait." Her eyes narrowed. “You're gonna wish you said no."

“No, I don't think I will," Leo said. Missy's eyes flicked to his food again. “You gonna take that shower any time soon?"

The beast snapped away. “Oh right. I should do that." She paused and stared at him before quickly dipping a finger into his bowl, licking the finger, and dashing off. “Bon apetit!" she yelled out. Leo grumbled and stared at the ruined meal. He should've seen that coming. The man tentatively dipped his spoon back in. Did she wash her hands after she was done with... that? He pulled the spoon back up to eye level. God, he hoped she did. He took a bite, not wanting to let good food go to waste. Next time he'd have to make something more solid.

With bated breath, Leo finished the rest of his stew, hoping that he wouldn't get some yet unseen disease alien to mankind. Poor suckers that screwed her probably had no end to whacky diseases, and now she wanted to do the same to him. Who did she think she was? Yeah, I'll get down to fuck you. No idea where you've been for over a decade but it should be cool, right? Sure, I had no plans this afternoon, only mindless sex. Leo placed his bowl in the sink and began to wash it. He supposed it was hard to blame her. It was still glaringly apparent she provided almost nothing meaningful other than a distraction from life's meandering pace. Sex was basically one step further. Leo stopped his scrubbing. Still, the fact that she even considered it was difficult to accept, to say the least.

It was then that Leo realized the shower had shut off and he heard the bathroom door open. Missy came around the corner and immediately started jabbering again. “Ahh, nothing like a good shower to work out all the bugs out of your fur," Missy said. Leo kept his eyes on the sink, but couldn't help shaking his head. “You think you could get some coconut shampoo?" She tottered a little closer to him. It was at that point he noticed she wrapped a towel around her body, then another one done up in her hair. Seriously?

“Coconut? Why coconut?" Leo asked.

“It's good for the fur and feels great."

Leo glanced over at her, noticing she was still damp. With the water shining off of her, she looked almost oily. “You're getting water all over the floor. Use the hair dryer."

“Uh, hello!" Missy stomped up next to him and waved her distended hands in front of him. “Does it look like I can use a hair dryer, genius?"

“Fine." Leo set the bowl down carefully but firmly. “Fine." He dried his hands. “Fine."

“You broke or something?"

“Let's dry you off before you leave a puddle in your wake."

Missy smiled. “Gee, I thought all girls left a puddle behind when they're with you."

Leo rolled his eyes. “Go."

“Alright, alright, jeez." Leo followed her into the bathroom. Probably the last room he expected to share with her. He dug around in the bathroom cabinet and pulled out a hair dryer, plugging it into the wall soon after. “You know, your hair is shorter than it used to be." Missy ran a finger through his hair. “I kinda liked it longer."

“Nobody else does, so it stays short." Leo flicked the thing on, and it came roaring to life. “Take off the towels so we can get started."

“Gosh, I've been waiting for you to say that," Missy said, fluttering her eyes. She ran her hands down her body, then let the towel slide off of her. “Mmh, that good?" she said, biting her lip.

“You really shouldn't annoy someone with a heavy metal object in their hand."

“Prude." She set the towel on the counter, then put the one on her head next to it. “Ready." Leo nodded and started to dry off Missy. It was surprising how fine and short her fur was, but it managed to cover her entirely. Almost hard to believe she was anything other than fur. A modern day Cousin Itt.

“The heat and power OK?" Leo asked. He grew a little braver and started gently running his fingers across the fur where he dried, making sure not a drop of moisture remained.

“Your hands are OK." Leo didn't bother with a response. “Sorry, yeah. That's good. Been a while since I got a dry, so, thanks. Really."

“You can thank me by behaving." Missy seemed to get the message and shut her maw. Leo continued to dry her. Her fur was a whole hell of a lot softer than he expected for something like her. Something that had massive teeth and large bounding limbs. He let his free hand return to his side as he went over her chest. Definitely didn't need any gags about that. Still, he made sure he was doing a good job and examined her closely for any trace of moisture. That was when he realized even her skin was also a near pitch black. Two nubs peeked out of her endless void of fur as he went over her breasts.

“Easy, that tickles," Missy said, in-between choking groans of what he could only assume was laughter. As casually as he could, Leo shifted the hair dryer away, only briefly lingering on her crotch before shutting the thing off. The bestial woman smoothed out her fur. “Warm and cozy." Leo set the dryer down just as he was assaulted with a gripping hug. A hug that wrapped all the way around him like a straitjacket. “Thanks again, Mr. Lion," she hummed. He was a little too stunned to reply. She pulled loose and watched him.

“You're welcome," he said after some time. Leo put away the dryer. The beast still stood there. “Yes?" Missy didn't budge. She placed a finger on her chin, which looked goofy with her proportions. “Hello?" Missy reached out with her other hand, placing her hand on his scalp and gently rubbing him. He furrowed his brow, completely confused. “What are you doing?" Missy hummed for a moment. She looked as though she were in some sort of trance. This continued on for a moment longer, then she suddenly pulled away causing him to flinch.

“See you later," Missy said, scampering off. The television turned on soon after. Leo looked back and shook his head. Could've been worse, he supposed.