Jealousy
He couldn't believe what he was doing, whose stupid idea was this anyway? I mean, couldn't they come up with something more, universally feasible? The humming of the electric shaver echoed around the bathroom, drowning out the music he had left on in the lounge room, couldn't start the day without listening to at least one or two of his current favorite songs. The hair fell off in a little shower of black, at least until the razor got clogged with the sheer amount of it, and with a grunt of dissatisfaction he got out the little brush, cleaned the blades, and went back to work. It was painfully tedious, he wouldn't get half an inch off before having to pause and start again. Of course a smart animal would no doubt, use scissors first, or something of the like, but that kind of logic escaped this one, doing it the hard and stubborn way was the only choice. It didn't help either that he was technically running late, the technicality being his uni lecture started in 10 minutes, the other half of that being it was a 15 minute drive and he was currently standing naked in the bathroom trying to shave a patch of bare flesh on his otherwise pristine black fur.
10:15, just about time. He drove down the backstreets with his stereo a little too loud, Angry Fem Rock preaching the evils of men, both windows down the air that blew through bit into him, cold, very cold, but it didn't concern him, he liked the windows down., he liked the cold hair cascading over his fur in waves, he liked the fact his hands were too hot from the heater, while the rest of him felt the biting. 10:15 should be around the next corner. Forgot to indicate again, not that it mattered when he was the only car on the road did it? He took the corner slowly then sped up, 10:15 as it had been the past 3 days. His car picked up a decent speed, his headlights caught a flash of yellow and black, his car lurched to the right quite suddenly, it was shaken by the bump of the curve, and the bump of what he hit, then came to a screeching stop on the side of the road. He grinned to himself, a certain satisfaction already welling up deep within him, as well as fear, pleasure, unparalleled excitement. He took his keys out of the ignition and kicked the car door open with his overly sized boots as was his habit of late, both hands went above the doors frame and pulled himself out of his car, he gave a stretch, then reached behind his seat and pulled out the baseball bat which had been left there. The slamming of the car door echoed around the street, silent apart from some pained groans and mumbled pleads for help. With a sharp breath he took in the night's air and approached the prone form laying on the sidewalk, the bat was readied in both paws... "fucking cheetah bastard, not so fast now huh?" he spoke to the form that reached a hand forwards in a desperate attempt for help, a leg probably broken already, but this was the least of his concerns as the baseball bat swung forwards and took him in the side of the head. Spinning to one side and falling in a heap on the floor the Cheetah was probably unconscious as the boot of the black feline struck his chest a few times and the bat came down on his head once more. "Flirt with my fucking boyfriend again and ill kill you" the dark feline said, almost frantically as the bat gave its final swing, blood already smearing its previously brand new wooden surface. Kill him, assuming he was going to pull through what he had just been through. Adrenaline racing, satisfaction euphoric the black feline turned away from the other cat and walked back towards his car, he was shaking, giddy, but nothing would overcome that self satisfied feeling of righteousness, as if what he had done was the most noble thing one would have done in such a situation. The bat was thrown into the back seat, with the mess already there no-one would notice it, and sliding back into his car he took off into the night once again.
"I... kinda did it again..." he confessed, sitting on the large couch of the horses flat, he had walked in not 30 seconds ago and he was already looking down into a glass of vodka in his hands, it always made the evening go so much better. It was about this time a certain level of guilt settled in, perhaps even a little panic, he couldn't get away with these things forever, killings, beatings, other, less pleasant things. But just as one would expect him to break down, the corners of his muzzle curled upwards, he lifted his head, eyes seeking his companion as if proud and awaiting praise. "But you should have seen it, he just bounced right off the side of the bonnet, and the sound of the bat hitting his skull..." a shiver ran through his whole body, and finally subsided within his pants where a stirring was already taking place... "stupid fucking cheetah... he should know your mine..." he added more to himself in a slightly hushed tone, but his companion heard every word, and it caused a stirring within his own pants as well.