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The night was dark and cool, a whisper of the spring to come. The last thaw had passed and tiny shoots were tentatively poking their small heads from the chilled earth. A small puff of air fogged in front of the muzzle of a small feline with a shock of red hair as she sighed through her nose. She was bundled in a thick coat and a fluffy scarf covered her neck and trailed behind her. Her mother had made it when she was pregnant with her third litter and had never quite accepted that it was quite long enough. The result was a thick, overlong contraption with several yards of multicolored yarn that dragged the ground no matter how many times she wrapped herself in it. She padded quietly towards the small bar hidden between two flashy looking clubs. She let her tawny ears press to her skull as she ignored the jeers and calls of the men standing outside in line. She didn't want to think about what they might be saying. She didn't want to think about the insinuations they were undoubtedly tossing her direction. She closed her eyes a moment before opening the heavy door that lead into The Cavern.

She wanted to stop thinking, if only because thinking made the pressure in her chest increase. At the short age of twenty three summers, she had moved away from her pack, gotten a place of her own and started down the career path as an artist. But lately, she couldn't paint anything but solitary figures or gloomy landscapes. After a long day of painting a particularly large solitary wolf, she had staggered from her studio, thrown on a pair of ratty jeans and a shirt that smelled clean. She had never known how lonely it was to move away from your pack. She didn't want to remember stumbling home alone again. She motioned to the now familiar bar keep and settled into her usual corner booth, her bright green eyes cast down. The bar was made of an old kind of wood, and had been waxed to all hell to diminish the fact. It gleamed between the claw marks of haggard drunks and frustrated femmes. Cory, the bartender, shot her a glass and she frowned at the martini. "You came in too early for shots and too late to want a beer." He chuckled. She shrugged and accepted the delicate glass. The big mutt looked down at her and crossed his arms on the bar before him. She gave his muscular white furred arms a cursory glance before flicking them up to his friendly brown eyes. He had always been a little bigger than most would consider comfortable, but his size had never alarmed the tabby. Not even when he'd swept her out from in front of a car upon meeting her. She had been more shaken from almost being hit, than from the oversized canine scooping her up. He'd invited her to the bar to drink and relax, but she hadn't shown up until a week later. Since, she had spent almost every day there, drinking and talking about her latest works. And then, she would go home and sleep in her bed. Alone. "You're frowning sweetheart." He nudged verbally. She shrugged and set her glass down. He looked down at the diminutive cat before him and repressed a smile. She was a goofy looking thing in her scarf but he found it endearing, if a bit ridiculous. Her tawny fur was rumpled and she had flecks of paint scattered throughout it. Her tail was twitching in agitation and her green eyes were narrowed at nothing. "This is just my face, Cor." She scoffed. "No it isn't." he rebutted. "Your normal face is much cuter than that. That expression is fearsome." He added. He had never tried flirting and found he liked the way her redheads blush rushed up to her cheeks and she ducked her head to take a drink in distraction. He smirked a little and patted her small paw with his much larger one in reassurance. "It's okay. If you want to talk about it you will. I know you will." He said with a smirk. The night was a long one for her. Several toms approached her and were rebuffed by her rude drunkenness. She swirled the last of her brandy in her glass and scrunched her muzzle as she smelled another approach. He slid into the stool next to her and gave her a lopsided grin. "I need your opinion on something." She scoffed and rolled her eyes. "I bet you do." She muttered. "So you see that panther over there? In the red leather halter?" he asked. Curiosity piqued, she turned in her stool to see what he was talking about. When her world settled down she looked the panther in question over. She was a buxom thing, with wide swinging hips and thick waving hair to die for. She suddenly felt her small C wasn't adequate enough to belong in the presence of the Boob Queen. But that might have been the liquor talking. "I've been trying to take her home 'cuz she's in heat ya know? And I figured who'd know better than another girl? So I want you to tell me, am I going to wake up tomorrow and scream if I wake up next to that?" he asked at length. She gave him an incredulous look and glanced back at the panther. "How drunk are you?" she blurted. She hadn't intended on drinking so much, but Cory had let her get more drinks than usual since it was busy and he couldn't keep track. "Pretty drunk." He admitted. She could smell the bourbon on him and wanted to gag. The mixture of his sweat, arousal and the alcohol was nauseating. "Then no. Unless you're really that opposed to waking up with your back clawed to all hell and back." She said before throwing back the last of her brandy.

She stayed until nearly close before wandering to the door to walk the five short blocks to her home. Cory watched her leave with worried eyes. She had been swaying and hardly seemed coherent. He shook his head and went to clear the sea of glasses across the bar. He neared the end and caught sight of a coil of dangling multicolored knit and laughed lightly. She couldn't have gotten far, he thought. He paused and smiled. He'd take it back and invite her to dinner. He glanced around and shrugged. He could always come back and finish closing. He made sure to lock the doors behind himself as he jogged in the direction of her small home.

The tawny furred feline stumbled through the streets, humming Buddy Holly and occasionally executing a clumsy drunken dance move. She put herself in a ball gown and pretended she was dancing with a handsome dog that stood almost two heads taller than she. When his features morphed into Cory's she giggled and blushed as she sang. Hot calloused hands gripped hers and spun her around. "Hey there kitty. Looking to dance?" a deep voice asked in her ear. She stumbled and fell as her assailant chuckled harshly. She sat up and rubbed her eyes as the male swam into her vision. A tall Doberman knelt down next to her and offered his hand and when she took it, he spun her again, this time more jarringly, into a wall. Her whole world shifted and dipped until she was so dizzy she couldn't tell which direction was up and which was down. "Ever done the horizontal tango?" he breathed. She could feel him vaguely pawing at her. Touching her breasts and hips. She tried to push him away and let out an annoyed meow. "Get your hands off me mister." She slurred. He laughed at her and pulled her into the alleyway between a small closed shop, and an abandoned building. She struggled but her mind was so off kilter she wasn't sure if she was pushing him or pulling away. He pinned her against the wall and ran his overheated paws over her body, burning unwanted paths across her breasts. She struggled in earnest and tried to cry out when he clamped one of his paws over her muzzle. Terror took over and her mind raced. She had to get away. His much larger body pressed against her and she felt tears leak from her eyes as he thrust against her stomach. He chuckled and leaned forward, intending to lick a path down to her chest. Abruptly, the weight left the small cat and the Doberman growled from his sudden place from the ground. He raised his eyes to see the tense and angry form of Cory standing before him. He weighed his chances at winning a fight and quieted. He'd lose and he'd lose badly. Mutts may be frowned upon but the one towering over him had clearly gotten all of the good genes in his family. "Mutt." He growled but walked away. Cory turned his eyes to the sniffling cat before him and his jaw tightened. She was crying and her clothes in disarray. He silently fixed her hair and straightened her shirt. He crushed her in a hug as he groaned her name. "Mabb..." he let her go and wrapped the scarf around her neck and wiping her cheek stiffly, drying her tears. The dominant dog in him told him to go after the dog that dare touch what he planned to claim as his. It told him to tear him to pieces and send bits of him to every male within reach of her that she was his and his alone. He grit his teeth even as he walked the drunken female home. She paused at the door and looked up at him, green eyes hopeful. "Come inside? I can make coffee." She offered. He found himself nodding and trying to unclench his fists.

She bustled around the small kitchen and poured him a cup of steaming joe before sitting next to him at the table. It had four round puffy chairs, though no one ever visited. She liked how big he was now. It felt appropriate. He filled up the space in her home. His brown eyes were downcast, glaring harshly into his coffee. "Cory. You're frowning." She said with a small pout. He forced a smile and ruffled her ears. "Nah. This is just my face." He teased. She frowned at him. "No it isn't." she deadpanned. He barked out a short laugh and conceded. "I don't know. Aren't you worried? Or scared or anything?" he asked. He was angry. Angry beyond belief and he could almost see white. She tipped her head to the side. "Well no. Nothing happened." She said with a giggle. He stood abruptly and began pacing, not noticing the flattening of his friends ears. "Mabb..." he groaned. It was frustrating, thinking of what could have happened had she not forgotten her scarf. What might have hapened if he weren't there. His eyes steeled and he looked at her intensely. She opened her mouth to say something but his lips cut her off. For a moment she simply stood there, but when he demanded reciprocation she rose to the challenge. Her small paws took up residence on his shoulders and she stood on her tipoes to deepen it. A low growl worked it's way up from his chest as he settled his bigs paws over her jean clad hips. He yanked her closer and traced her lips with his tongue. She eagerly parted them and let him ravage her mouth. Panting he stepped back and ran an overlarge paw through his silvery hair.

She pouted as his lips left hers but didn't reach for another one. "From now on...I'll be walking you home. Even if you're sober as a summer day." He said. He admitted to himself that he'd been afraid. He'd been terrified as he rounded the corner and found she wasn't there. It was a straight way of four blocks; he had to have seen her. His panic had quickly turned to possessive rage as he saw the smaller dog covering his cat. And she was his; she just didn't know it yet. She nodded and looked down in a small blush. "I don't mind that." She said. She nibbled her lower lip in thought as he crushed her in his arms. She fit against him perfectly and he sat down with her, settling her into his lap and burrowing his black and white head into the crook of her neck. His hot breath fanned over her skin and she ran her small paws through his hair. "I should have offered to walk you home." He sighed. She shook her head and took his head forcibly from the crook of her neck and leveled him with a stern - if drunken- look. "Don't blame yourself for something that didn't happen. You came along and that's all that matters." She reprimanded. He nodded his head and kept his disagreements to himself. When she snuggled into the small of his arms he smiled a bit. She fit almost too perfectly and her tiny mew of comfort relaxed him. He stood with her cradled in his arms and went up the short flight of stairs to her bedroom. Cory settled her on the bed and watched her make a nest in the fabric around her. "Are you going to be okay?" he asked softly. She peeked one sleepy eye open and yawned. "I think so. Thank you for saving me. I'll have to make it up to you some other time." She murmured. He paused before grinning and whispering, "How about dinner? Tomorrow at six?" She opened her eyes fully and beamed at him. "I'd really hate for this to be a dream, but for the benefit of the doubt that it isn't I'm going to say yes. I'd like that very much." She said. She then patted him on the cheek and rolled over. Within moments soft purring could be heard. Shaking his head he tucked her in a bit more and turned to leave. He turned her lights off and gave her one last look before closing her door. He stepped out into the cool almost spring air, and smiled to himself. She would be his indeed.