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Finding Love(However You Can)

Chapter 3

Story Codes: Skunk, Human ///\\ Mouse, Jaguar, Giraffe

Six houses away from Jeminia's, he was able to see a car in the driveway, a champagne sedan, one that he was sure was her mother's. As he was three houses away, he slowed down to a walk and when he stepped on to the driveway, he stopped and caught his breath for a moment. When he was only panting slightly, he walked the rest of the way to the door and rang the bell.

The door opened, revealing a skunk anthro about his height, Elizabeth, who was built just like her daughter, only taller. Judging by the look on her face, she was a little surprised to see him.

"Hello Mrs. Bath, may I come in for a few minutes and take a moment of your time?"

"Yes, of course Kohl, please come in", she replied opening the door and stepping aside to let him in.

After closing the door, she led him to the couch in the living room, where he sat in the left side and on the edge of the cushion, and took the easy chair next to him.

"So...What's up, Kohl?", she inquired gently, curious as to why he was here. As far as she knew, neither Jeminia nor Meagan were here, and said as much, "If you're here for Jemi or Meagan, they're not here at the moment. If you want, I could take a message."

"Mrs. Bath, what are your thoughts on homosexuality?", he asked bluntly. Jaguar anthros were known for a great many things...speaking subtly wasn't one of them. Although he knew that she would love Jeminia no matter what she was, he decided that coming out -no pun intended- with that question was the best way to get her in the right mindset for what he was about to tell her.

"W-wha? Homo - !?", she stuttered dumbly, completely off guard and not sure where this conversation was going. She immediately wished her husband was here to talk to Kohl about this, he was the head-doctor after all.

"You know, gay and lesbian, guy on guy, girl on girl-"

"I know what homosexuality means, Kohl", she said interrupting him, "What I want to know is why you're asking me about it...Why are you asking me my opinion about it anyway? Are you gay?"

"As surprising as me not being gay might be", he said with a grin, before turning serious, "No. This isn't about me, but rather about Jeminia and Meagan. You see, I kind of caught them, uh, together, if you catch my drift."

Elizabeth was shocked, she definitely didn't expect to hear that. "You saw them having sex?"

"Thankfully, no. I was on my way to the laundry room when I thought I heard someone moaning in Meagan's room, and decided to check and make sure that everything was alright. It was a good thing too, because as I got to the door, I saw that it was open slightly and I definitely heard moaning, and I could also, um, smell, the scents of, of, you know..."

"Yes", she replied quickly, hoping to avoid the young teen any more embarressment than he was already feeling. "Please, go on."

"Yes, well, anyway, after I smelled...that...I heard my mother coming up the hallway, and knew I had to do somthing, so I reached into the door and locked it from the inside and shut it before my mom could see whatever was happening inside. I covered for them as best I could, and heard them escape through Meagan's window. I'm not completely sure, But I think they're here."

"So Michelle doesn't know about them being...Together? Are they together, or is this...something else?"

"No, thankfully she does not. Mom's a bit strange when it comes to some things. She thought nothing of marrying an anthro, and a sterile one at that."

"Wait", Elizabeth interrupted before he could finish, "James is sterile? Since when?"

Kohl shrugged, not really sure why any of that was important. "Since birth I guess. I never really thought to ask, and the question never came up when we talked about stuff."

"So...Wait, if he's been sterile since...whenever, how did - I mean -"

"Adopted. I've known since I was eight. In case you're curious as to if it bothers me, it does not. I may not be my father's son by birth, but I am his son and he is my father. He and my mother raised me, and that puts them ahead of anything my birth parents ever did for me. In any case, we're getting off topic."

"Sorry."

"It happens. Anyway, where was I...Oh yes, my mother's views. As I was saying, she saw nothing wrong with marrying an anthro, but she's still kinda not too fond of gay people. Why, I could not begin to tell you, but there it is. As to what the nature of Meagan and Jeminia's relationship is, you'd have to ask them."

There was a moment of silence as she absorbed all that he had said. As she sat in thought, he pulled his backpack open and pulled out the clothes and letters, and put them on the cushion next to himself.

"In any case, I've brought these in case she needs them", he said patting the clothes with one hand as he gave her the letters with the other, "and these are for you and Meagan. Your letter is pretty much what I already told you, with maybe a little bit more info, and directions -er, more of a guideline really- on what to do or say if my mom calls. My sister's letter is the same minus what we talked about, so all of you could get on the same page."

"Oh that's so sweet!", she gushed with a smile on her lips, tears welling up in her eyes, "protecting your sister's secret, doing all this...wow! You have got to be the perfect little brother!"

His ears felt hot as they folded back and askew, clearly blushing to the other anthro, although he refused to look down. "I do what I can", he replied. He was very uncomfortable when it came to praise, it never felt right, regardless of who showered it upon him, or for what reason. He cleared his throat and zipped up the now mostly empty bag.

"And on that note", he said as he rose, "I've got to be going. I have to head to a friend of mine's house to finish my cover of coming over hear. After all, the less holes in a story, the more believable it is."

She rose and walked him to the door. Before she opened the door, she embraced him tightly and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Thank you for what you've done for Jemi and Meagan. I don't know what your mother would have said to them, but it would have hurt Jeminia just as much if not more than your sister. So, again...thank you."

"Like I said", he whispered after a brief silence, "I do what I can."

With that, he gave a brief nod and walked out the door, on his way to Marlon's place, a street or two over. As she closed the door behind him, Elizabeth walked to her daughter's room and readied herself for the talk she was about to have with her...and her girlfriend. God, she hoped this went well.

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When they heard the doorbell chime, and heard the door open, Meagan and Jeminia knew that someone was home. After hearing two voices talk in the living room, who they identified as Kohl and Jemi's mother, they began putting their clothes back on, and trying to remove any evidence of their passionate liaison from hopefully getting noticed. Meagan opened the window while Jemi used a fruity smelling aerosol, spritzing the four corners and a few more in the center of the room. They both sniffed the air, still able to smell the potent pheremones from the skunkettes love juices, but it was only slightly there, now covered up by and mixing with the smell of the aerosol spray.

Jemi looked around the room for anything that might need to be put away or cleaned. Noticing nothing, she looked to Meagan, who was sniffing the bottom of her shirt. She dropped the shirt, and grabbed the hem of her skirt, pulling it up and sniffing that too, unintentionally giving Jemi a view of her bare pussy.

"We kind of...Smell. Maybe we should shower?", Meagan suggested while quirking an eyebrow at her friend.

"What, together?", the skunkette asked, surprising herself at how she wasn't all that particularly adverse to the idea. The two of them...soaping each other's bodies...rubbing, gyrating and caressing one another...She shook her head to get that delicious image out of her mind so she could think about what they were going to do. "Wait, no, that's not a good idea. If we leave the room and take a shower, then whoever's in the house will know that we are her--"

--Knock -- Knock -- Knock--

The two girls jumped in surprise, now fearing what might happen if they opened the door. Unconsciously, they were moving closer to each other, not noticing it until they were clasping hands. Another series of knocks made them pull each other into a firm embrace.

"Meagan? Jemi? It's me, Elizabeth, and it's just me."

They calmed down, some, but didn't move or say anything. After a few more moments of silence from them, they heard Jemi's mother sigh deeply and began to talk once more.

"In case you're wondering, Kohl told me what you two were doing earlier. I'm not angry, or dissapointed...in either of you; but I would be lying if I said I wasn't a little surprised. Can I come in please? I think we have a few things to talk about, and it's hard to do that through a door."

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Kohl made it to Marlon's house in a little over 5 minutes at a decent jogging pace, one that didn't take too much energy, and didn't exert enough of said energy to make him breath any harder than normal. The average human would be a little out of breath, but for a jaguar anthro it was nothing all that hard.

As he made it to the modest three bedroom home, he checked the cars in the driveway to see which of his parents were home, and it didn't look like either were there if the empty concrete space was anything to go by.

He gave the solid oak door a few sharp raps and waited for someone to answer. He was pretty sure -but not entirely certain- that Marlon was home, but he could have went out with his parents for one reason or another. When the door unlocked and proceeded to open, it could have been any one of three people: Emily, Marlon's three-year younger sister, Marlon himself, or Edgar, His one year older brother.

Emily was a bit of a spoiled swot, and a royal pain in the ass when she wanted to be -which was almost all the time. Edgar on the other hand was a really quiet guy, didn't say much of anything to anyone -just sticking to his books. Edgar had a genius level intellect, and although only a year older than Marlon, was already in his second year of university. Of the two, he would rather see Edgar, but thankfully, when the door opened about a thrid of the way, he knew it was his mohawked best friend.

Marlon was about Kohl's size, only about three inches taller, and was about the same in termperment. Standing at about 5'11", he weighed twenty-three pounds less than his friend, even though they shared the same build, which was wide shoulders, was well muscled, and relatively even keeled, but nowhere near as stoic as his jaguar friend was.

He had shock white fur over light bubblegum pink skin, which ended at the base of his tail, his wrists, and ankles, which were all bare of any hair. He stood there, leaning on the door frame, wearing a pair of running shorts and a ratty, short-sleeved, button-up shirt, which had lost most of the buttons, so lay open, showing his relatively well muscled chest and belly.

"Sup Marlon."

"Yo."

Kohl skipped the pleasantries, much to Marlon's indifference, and proceeded to open his pack and hand over the games. Marlon took the plastic game cases, and quirked an eyebrow in curiosity.

"I thought you were bringing these over next week. Why the shift up in the time frame?", he asked, setting the cases on a table in the entrance hallway before turning back to his friend. "Oh, hey, wanna come in?"

"Nah. Got to go back home, eat. Time frame jumped up due to reasons out of my control. Needed a cover, this was the best one I could think of at the time. Good?"

"Good", Marlon repeated. "Anything else?"

Kohl thought for a moment, his tail swishing about languidly. "Yeah, now that I think about it...How's the chick?"

The mouse anthro ran a hand over his mohawk, before blowing out a sigh. "Dunno. Don't think it's going to last much longer."

"That's, what, three girls so far? It's only October man, what's going on?"

"Talk about it later", he sighed, wiping a hand across his face and muzzle, "not really in the mood right now. That, and I'm online with The Leroys. Zombie Hunter EX: Stone Cold Killer expansion pack. You want in?"

Kohl grunted in irritation, his tail making his displeasure known. "Can't. Got an essay for history due tomorrow, need to double check my shit. I like the subject, hate the teacher. Mr. Shandow is a total dick."

Marlon gave a nod and an agreeable murmur. "We good?"

"Good", Kohl replied. "Later."

"Later."

As Marlon shut the door, Kohl was making his way back home at the steady clip he'd used earlier. Within minutes he was only a handful of houses down from his own, and once again saw the the Giraffe family. He slowed to watch them a little, and eventually stopped all together. They looked as though they were no better off than from when he saw them last.

The two women -mother and daughter most like- were moving the little boxes in, really...really...really slowly. It took them about ten minutes to move in three little boxes, which couldn't have weighed more than twenty pounds each. They were probably trying to decide on where to put things as soon the item was in the house, which was no doubt taking up most of their time.

The father, was moving the heavier items, but at a much slower pace than a person of his size and apparent fitness level should be able to. As he watched, the giraffe anthro seemed to favor his left side, both the ribs on that side, as well as his arm. Injury perhaps? It looked the most probable answer from what he was seeing.

At the rate that they were going, they would be lucky to finish moving everything from the truck in the next two days; at the very least anyway. It became evident that they desperately needed help. Lucky for them, he was more than inclined to offer his aid.

While the male giraffe was entering the house behind his wife and daughter, dragging a bag of what Kohl assumed were clothes or something as unlikely to be fragile, he waited on the sidewalk next to their driveway for him to come out.

As he waited, the daughter was the first of the family to come back out for another box or item. She made it halfway across the front yard before she spotted him, and startled a bit.

The young giraffe teen -somewhere around his age he thought- stood about six inches taller than him. She had a slightly voluptuous body; gentle curves, large breasts, wide hips, a very gentle slope to her stomach. The giraffe girl had a long, slender neck, but it was in proportion to the rest of her body. She had a cute face, framed by short, shiny, light brown, pixie-cut hair and enhanced by a perfectly selected pair of corrective lenses. Her hair was parted, in the front above her forehead, by two little horns, no more than two inches in height.

Her coat was mostly a very light tan, but on her chest and belly, as well as the inside of her upper arms and inner thighs, it was a creamy white. Her hands and feet were also white, but her toes and fingertips (of which she had two on each -strangely enough, instead of the normal four- along with opposable thumbs on the hands) were a dark chocolate brown. The solidity of her tan fur was broken up by semi-symetrical, coffee-and-cream brown, large, polygon-like spots. She wore a tight pair of stretchy cream-colored shorts, which fit her like a glove, and a turquoise, sleeveless blouse. On her feet were a pair of cute, white sandals.

As she stared, he gave a respectful nod and friendly wave, much like he did before. She tentatively raised her hand, and gave a timid wave back, a shy smile on her lips. As she waved, He kept one ear on her, while the other pointed toward the front door of the house, listening for one of the adults to come back out. Luckily, it was the father.

"Yes?", he asked when he saw Kohl, "Can I help you?"

The male was defensive, and, were their positons reversed, he would probably be as well. That he as predator to their prey, even though they were not animals, the old instincts tended to die hard, unfortunately.

Kohl maintained eye contact and nodded over to the truck. "Looked like you needed a hand. Figured I'd offer one."

He gave a suspicious look to the young felinoid, not entirely sure if he was trustworthy. "Are you leopard...or cheetah?"

Kohl growled a bit in laughter, but noticed the effect it was having the male's daughter, so lowered it to a purr.

"Neither", he replied, "I'm a jaguar."

The daughter mumbled something that neither of the two men could hear, even with their better than human hearing.

"What was that Naomi?", the girl's father asked, "didn't quite catch that."

"Um, I-I asked wh-what was the, the uh, d-difference...sorry..."

Before the father could reply, Kohl decided to play nice, and alleviate the girl's uncecessary embarrassment.

"No need to apologize. That is a rather common question believe it or not."

"R-really?", she squeaked.

"Mmhmm. Well, between jaguars and leopards anyway. Cheetahs are easy to tell from either of us because they have spots only, while leopards and jaguars have both spots, and these little bi-colored shapes called rosettes."

He raised his right forearm and pointed at a flower shaped blob; a flower with black petals and a tan center. "See this one here? This is a rosette. Now, the differences between jags and leos is something that you really have to look for. Jags are little wider, shoulder to shoulder, and our spots and rosettes are spread a little wider as well. Leos are more slender, and their spots and rosettes are more densely packed together."

"But", he continued with a grin, "there is an easier way to distinguish our two breeds. Want to know what it is?"

The girl nodded, followed by her father.

Kohl bent down, just enough to show the back of his ears. "Just check the back of our ears. You see", he said pointing to the back of his ears, "leopards have these small white spots, called ocelli, along the top edge of their ears on the back. As you can see", he continued, while pointing at the tips of his ears, "Jaguars do not have this."

"You seem pretty knowledgeable about your two breeds", the father said.

"Like I said, it's a pretty common question. Anyway, My name's Kohl", he said extending his hand to the elder male, who, after a moment's hesitation, shook it, "Kohl Vancer. I live five houses that way, on the opposite side of the street. My offer still stands."

"Billock Watersmith", he said, then pointed to the girl. "This is my daughter, Naomi. My wife, who is probably still inside, is Felicia, and I'll take all the help I can get."

"Alright. Just let me call my mother, let her know where I am and what I'm doing."

He pulled out a touchpad cell and searched through his contact list for his mother, when he passed Marlon's number and had an idea. "Excuse me, Mr. Watersmith? Would you mind if I called a few friends of mine over to help? Many hands make less work and all that."

The tall male thought for a moment, not entirely sure that he should trust the young jaguar. Thinking that it would be a small matter to deal with if he was being dishonest, he decided to let him call his associates. "Sure. If you think they can help, I'm all for it."

As he raised the phone to call his mother first, he heard a car horn and saw his father drive up the street towards him on the way home. Thinking he could get permission from his father much easier, he waved his dad over. His mother would probably let him do it -after considerable begging on his part- but his father would be more than willing to let him do his good deed for the day. Manual labor built character after all.

The older jaguar slowed the 78' Caprice Classic to a stop in front of the Watersmith's driveway. The matte blue vehicle -a fomer police interceptor back in it's day- was in amazing condition. The steel automobile had recently been detailed, the paint was a single powder blue color -the finish immaculate-, the chrome bumpers polished to a shine, and interior had only the minimum of clutter.

The driver's side window rolled down (yes, rolled down. No automatic anything on this car), the engine idling with a chug-chug-chug that cars of that era were known for.

Kohl walked over to the Caprice and put his hands on either side of the window, waiting for his father to speak first. James Vancer -although off duty- was still in uniform, that being the dark blue shirt and trousers of a police officer.

"Son."

"Old man", the younger said, causing the elder to smirk and chuckle mirthfully.

"What's going on?"

"New neighbors. Going to help them move in. Convince mom to let me?"

"No problem. Need help?"

"Shouldn't. Going to try and get Marlon and The Leroys to help. I know Marlon's online with 'em right now, so it shouldn't be too hard to get them to come over. Many hands - "

" - Make light work. I've taught you well."

"Indeed. I'll get home as soon as we finish helping them."

"Until then. I guess I'll have to keep your mother and sister company all by myself."

Kohl shook his head in the negative, "Just mom. Sis is at Jemi's. I think she's going to stay the night."

The elder jaguar's ears rose in surprise, before his features twisted into a lecherous smirk. "Rrreeeally now...well, I'm feeling kinda tired...best head home. She'll need comfort, what with all her babies out of the house. Lots of comfort."

Kohl groaned. There were things that a child didn't need to know about his parents. The fact that his nose could smell when his parents had sex, didn't help matters any either. "Stop. Just...stop. I know where you're going with that, and I don't need any more insinuations or -god forbid- details. Just go. And stay out of my room! Don't think I didn't smell you two on my bed last summer after me and Meagan came back from visiting Aunt Amelia!"

"I guarantee nothing!", he roared aloud, laughing uproariously as he rolled up his window and drove the short distance home. He squinted at his father as he saw the car door slam shut and the elder jaguar run up to the front door. He didn't want to think about what his parents were probably doing...in his room...on his bed...where he slept...Of course, a few images slipped through his shield. He shuddered.

"Everything alright?", Mr. Watersmith asked.

"Ugh,"he groaned with another disgusted shudder. "Yeah, fine. Just had a horrible image of my parents...together...intimately."

"Ah." Nothing else needed to be said.

He pulled his phone back out and called Marlon. The mouse anthro listened to what his friend asked for, and told him to go bugger himself with a circular saw, but said he'd be there with The Leroys. But, there would need to be a heavy price paid for services rendered.

"Aw, c'mon man," Kohl whined, really not wanting to do something so embarressing. "Really? You're really going to make me pay the price for getting you losers off your lazy asses for a few hours to help a family in need?"

"You're goddamn right! And not one for all of us to share either. One for each or no deal."

"...Fine. One of my mother's freshly baked apple pies, to be made at an undisclosed date in the very near future, for each of you greedy fat bastards."

"And we get to watch."

"Like hell! I'll get you lot your damn pies, But I will not have you reprobates stand around and laugh at how I get them!"

"Ha! Well, it was worth a try. See you in thirty."

"Later."

He sighed as he tapped the end-call button on the phone and put back in his pocket. As he bemoaned his own fate, Mr. Watersmith looked at him with a curious expression on his face.

"Problem?", he asked, sitting carefully on the edge of the truck. He winced and gasped sharply as his left side came to rest on the wooden slats of the floor of the truck, something that didn't go unnoticed by Kohl.

"Nope. Everything's going mostly according to plan. My friends will be here in half an hour, give or take five. They demanded bribes though."

"Oh?"

"Yeah. My mother makes apple pies, possibly the most delicious in the whole world. Everything homemade: filling, crust, even the crumble that's baked on the top is some secret mixture of oats, grains and spices or whatever that makes every bite so delicious, it's like having a personal visit from god."

"That good, eh?"

"Yeah, that good. But, there's a bit of a problem. My mother only makes them on special occasions...or when I beg, really, really hard."

Billock laughed long and loud at that one. "Beg? Really?"

"Yep. She can't resist the ol' puppie dog eye trick."

Billock looked over at the young jaguar as he did his 'pwease ma~ma' routine, and burst out with new gales of laughter. After a few moments, he managed to get himself under control.

"Yeah, a few hours of that, and any woman over thirty-five -with children mind you, that last one's kind of important- does whatever I want."

He managed to bite down on his tongue to stop himself from another outburst, and looked over at Kohl and asked, "So...when do you wanna start?"

"I would say now, but I noticed that you're favoring your left side. Looks kind of bad. I figured that it would be better to play it on the safe side, and wait until the calvary arrives."

Kohl pointed at the giraffe's left hand, which was lightly massaging the ribs of the same side. "What happened anyway?"

"Was in hot pursiut of a drunk driver a little after midnight a few weeks back. He was swerving all over the road, obviously intoxicated or under the influence, one or the other. Anyway, he was going around 65 down the road, and had already blown through two red lights. We -I was part of a team of four other vehicles- were about to bump him, get him unsteady and hopefully get the maniac to stop, or crash if need be. I was just passing an intersection, when another drunk driver, blitzed out of his mind, slams right into me, messes up my whole left side."

"Whoa...Talk about bad luck. Hey, my dad is also in the police. Precint 44."

Bill looked at the young jaguar in surprise. "Really now...That's amazing, I'm going to that precint too. Maybe we'll work together."

Kohl shrugged his shoulders. "You never know."

As they waited for Kohl's friends to arrive, they made small talk, all the while, Naomi stayed in the background, glancing at Kohl for a few moments before looking away with a blush. When her face cooled down, she would repeat the process all over again.

Finally they heard the squeal of a car with very bad brakes turning around the corner, and all three turned to see what it was.

It was a van; a decently maintained beige Chevy Astro. It was also drooping rather low to the road. Upon seeing it, Kohl waved an arm about to get the driver's attention. After the vehicle screeched to a stop and the engine shut off, the driver's door opened to reveal a mouse anthro in urban-camo cargo shorts, sneakers, and a black hoodie.

"Mr. Watersmith", Kohl stated as he walked to his friend's side and put a hand on his shoulder, "This is my friend, Marlon Gonzales."

"A pleasure, Mr. Gonzales", Bill said, sticking his hand out for the other to shake.

"To you as well, sir", Marlon replied, immediately grasping the hand firmly, giving it three solid pumps and let go.

Before anything more could be said, the van's sliding door opened slowly, shedding light on those inside. There were four of them, all gigantic. One by one they exited the van, each standing about as tall as Mr. Watersmith.

The first was an enormous, brown, kodiak bear anthro, wearing black boots, black denim pants, and red flannel shirt. A red and white 'Where's Waldo' styled beanie rested on his head between his rournd ears.

Next was a titanic gray ram anthro, clad in gray, dickie-styled shorts, skater shoes, and a blue polo shirt. The young man's muscled arms and chest were barely contained beneath the tight confines of the garment.

After him, were a pair of simply huge humans, one black, and the other white. they both dressed the same, in matching double 00 red and black football jersey's, black denim pants, and brown work boots.

All four of them were over six and a half feet tall -easily- and were, in fact, nearer to seven. They all had mostly the same physique, which is to say, built like a brick shit house. They looked like they could dismantle a brick shit house with their bare hands. Needless to say, they were rather intimidating.

"And these", Kohl said to Billock, whose mouth went slack and eyes wide, "are The Leroys."

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And that's three now. yay. What the hell am I gonna write in the fourth chapter? I hate having a short attention span. Ooh! butterfly!