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Chris Cross- Secrets

Written by D.J. Sabin

--1--

The local mall was always busy, the bustle and hustle of eager shoppers, loitering teenagers, and fussy children with their hapless parents towing them around in various states of mood. The air hung with the sounds of piped music, echoing voices, and the occasional advertisement in between songs.

It was on this one particular day that Christopher Cross felt like he was being stared at, and it was embarrassing him. He assumed it had to do with the female skunk women, Tracy and Stacy who each had one of his arms hooked around theirs and dragging him around. They were giggling and teasing rather loudly as they were hauling the reluctant young teen on their weekly shopping incursion. Tracy, who was slightly younger than her lover was wearing a skimpy pink crop top, denim booty shorts, and white sneakers. A bow was tied into her short cropped hair and there was a glimmer in her eyes speaking of energy and enthusiasm. The slightly older skunk girl, Stacy, was slightly more conservative, wearing a purple blouse with a plunging neckline to show off her cleavage, a short leather skirt and heels. Her purse was dangling on her free arm and she was acting just as giddy as her partner in crime.

What Christopher didn't really realize was that many of the eyes weren't transfixed just on his female companions, but actually a lot were looking at him. Christopher would be classified as exotic, the result of his skunk mother and Tiger father, resulting in a young skunk in snow white fur, streaked with silvery gray stripes along his body, and a pair of twin columns of slanted stripes going down his long bushy skunk tail. He had often been mistaken for a model and he had even had a young exchange student from Japan comment on how he reminded her of one of the Bish?nen, or Japanese idols from her country. With his long puffy white hair and cold blue eyes, it wasn't surprising that the young girl had sent several cell-phone photos back to her homeland to make her classmates jealous.

"Let's get a move on, Chrissie!" Stacy playfully coaxed from Chris, tugging him more, "We got a full day for our date."

"Since when is this a date?" He replied incredulously.

"Since you turned 18, silly!" Tracy inserted.

The trio were hitting just about every store, the girls trying on clothing while Chris came along to critique their choices. Oftentimes they just did it to tease the poor tiger-skunk, especially when they were showing off swimsuits or lingerie. Chris always felt like the girls at the counter were staring at him like he was going to strip naked and put underwear on his head like he was some sort of sexual deviant, so he always kept his eyes averted from all the frilly undergarments.

"So where are you dragging me off to this time?" he asked, dreading what they would say.

Tracy and Stacy stopped and stared at each other before giggling, "For all the times we teased you," Tracy said, "We'd thought it's time for you to tease us."

Like they were hostesses for a game-show, they flew up their free arms in a flourish to the store in front of them.

An Abercrombie and Fitch store. Chris wasn't sure what to think of this.

Inside the trio came across a dimly lit shopping area full of jeans and shirts, as well as an assortment of young salespeople, the men wearing no tops while the young girls wore sports bras, all of them showing off their young but athletic bodies to their patrons like they were young prostitutes on display.

"Why this place?" Chris asked, trying not to stare at the nearly topless girl putting away a shirt on a rack.

Stacy spoke up, "We noticed you've not been yourself lately, Chris; so, we thought you could use a distraction to help you loosen up."

That took Chris aback some. It had been only a month ago that he and his Aunt Z had gone to the tropical island for that island shoot, and had wound up naked and having sex in the forest like a pair of wild beasts. It was not only his first time, but he had committed a sexual taboo by having sex with a relative. He knew about his Aunt's past abuse and how it had made her the way she was, but it was another thing that she felt like she had become the very same as the father that had abused her sexually. Even though Chris resolved himself that it was not the same, the fact that he had contributed to his aunt's anxiety had depressed him. It would seem that his mood was obvious, at least to Tracy and Stacy.

Of all the girls at ZZ Studios, Tracy and Stacy were the closest thing he had to having older sisters. When he was young, they would come to babysit him, playing and cuddling with him. They were careful to also not show off the fact that they were bisexual and when he was asleep upstairs, they were downstairs making out with each other. When he got older, he oftentimes sneaked down when they were there and watched. He did get caught once, but he swore he wouldn't tell his parents what they were doing. Now he was 18, and old enough to not only partake of such escapades, but also allowed the girls to openly cavort in front of him. That apparently now gave them free rein to now haul him around and show off like they were really on a date.

All of a sudden, Tracy grabbed his shirt and started to pull it up, exposing his abdominal which despite the coating of light fur was still evident. Stacy joined in and grabbed the shirt from the other side, quickly forced him out of it. People started to stare at the trio, then gawked as Chris was fully revealed.

"Ah! Hey!" He exclaimed, "What the heck are you...?" He started, as a sudden flash of light made him blink. He turned and noticed a trio of girls staring at him slack-jawed, each holding a smart-phone out to snap a picture. Another flash and he turned to see Tracy with her own phone, snapping a picture.

"This is too good to pass up!" She said with a giggle, punching buttons to send the photo.

"Ooo! Ooo! Send it to me, sweetie!" Stacy implored, reaching into her purse for her own phone.

The skunk girls giggled as Chris reached out to grab for his shirt. "Why'd you take my shirt off?"

"You need to loosen up, Chrissie." Stacy said, stepping up to give Chris a hug, "Show off a little...enjoy it!"

What was there to enjoy, Chris questioned to himself, and then he noticed the eyes focused on him. He hadn't noticed them until now, but a lot of the people there were staring fixated at him. Some were trying not to gawk, mulling over clothing as they glanced sidelong his way, while others were openly staring and giggling. After all the times his mother had insisted that Christopher remain out of public view because of his appearance, he had become very self-consciousness, often doing his best to stay out of eye sight. He never really understood why, since he had the same fur pattern as his Aunt, and she was always out in the open. It left him with a severe case of chronic shyness that infected his psyche even as a teenager. It had been one of the reasons why he never noticed or tried to notice how many people stared at him in curiosity or awe.

He started to feel his cheeks burn but Tracy jumped in and grabbed Chris' hand.

"C'mon Chris! You need to try on some clothes for us!"

For the next half hour, the girls handed Chris an assortment of pants and shirts, then pushing him into the nearest dressing room to try them on. They waited patiently as Chris reluctantly put on one set after another. Each time he stepped out, the girls would giggle and take photos on their phones then appraise him on the choices. After a few changes, his anxiety started to fade and started getting into the act, posing in each outfit he showed off, much to the delight of his female companions.

Eventually they settled on a couple of outfits, one in particular Chris liked: A pair of black denim pants with silk-screened skulls on one leg, and a charcoal polo shirt, also emblazoned with some bad-ass looking skulls on it. To top it off, he found a big leather belt to put around his waist, with a large metal skull buckle on the front.

"Look at you!" Stacy teased, "Mr. Angst..."

Self-approving his new outfit, Chris gave her a crooked smile, "You dragged me here, so put up with it, you two."

Stacy went to pay for the clothing--their gift to him for all the times they dragged his ass around the mall. As they were leaving, an adult feline woman in a tight fitting blouse and blue jeans approached Chris. Giving him a longing stare, she held out her hand, a business card between her two fingers.

"If you ever need a summer job." She said with a slight blush to her ears, "Please contact me."

Seeing the look on the woman's face and the idea of what a job here entailed. The anxiety and shyness came back at him like a flood, and saying nothing snatched the card and bolted, half expecting even his white fur was turning a burning hue of pink.

-2-

The food court, like all malls during a weekend, was a bustle with shoppers and employees on lunch break or otherwise. Had it not been for the wide open vista of the food court's pavilion, the echo made from the cacophony of people would have been deafening. All around, people were seated or in the process of sitting down with food, infants and bulging bags of material goods.

Chris was thankful for that as he sat down with Tracy and Stacy, enjoying a hot dog and a purple smoothie. The other girls had went with Chinese and had steaming orders of rice and Chow Mein. As they ate, they chatted about all sorts of things: what the teenage girls around them were wearing, some of the stores they visited, and even some they hadn't visited yet.

"I hear Victoria's closet has some new lingerie." Tracy teased, looking at Chris as she spoke.

As if on cue, Chris averted his eyes and his inner ears burned hot. Stacy turned and gave Tracy a jab on her arm.

"Ow!" Tracy exclaimed as she scowled at Stacy, "What was that for?"

"We can't do that to Chris anymore, Trace." Stacy replied, then she looked at the young tiger-skunk. Tracy looked with her then bit her lip.

Unsure about what he was hearing, he turned back to see their looks at him, "What? You never had a problem with showing off to me before?"

"That was before you became an adult, Chris." Stacy explained, "Seeing you get all embarrassed and stuff was fun when you weren't....of age."

Chris's head tilted to one side, "...And now?"

Tracy seemed to fidget some in her seat, "What Stacy is trying to say is...you're not a little boy anymore, Chris. It was fun because we saw you as more like our little brother....but now..."

Now Chris was even more confused. Tracy and Stacy were acting peculiar, as if they were struggling to say something that they were fighting with.

"It's just that," Stacy started, "We really like you, Chris. You really are the little brother I...we never had. But now you're an adult, and...I guess...were seeing you a bit differently now."

"Different how?" Chris questioned.

Both girls seemed to grow awkward now, "Just that," Stacy explained, "You noticed all the stares you've been getting lately?"

Chris flinched, "Yeah..."

"We've been noticing it a lot as well. Used to be it was guys staring at me and Stace, but now...We notice it's more focused on you."

"Yeah, you've gotten a lot hotter since--ow!" Tracy was interrupted as she rubbed her freshly jabbed bicep."

As if from some old cartoon, a light-bulb flashed in his head. It was no different than when he was in the A&F store that people were staring at him--not because he was a young kid, but because he was a young man, and a young man with a fur pattern similar to his famous porn star aunt. Chris started to laugh, nearly spilling his drink.

"What's so funny?" Tracy asked, sounding slightly hurt. Stacy looked at Chris with more of curiosity than offense.

"You two..." Chris retorted, regaining some level of control of himself, "You're both porn stars...and here you are, acting like you just got your first crush."

The two girls stared at each other, shocked at both the blatant comment, and then realization. All three started laughed together anew. After a few moments of laughter, the tension seemed to loosen around the trio and they relaxed.

"You really have gotten handsome, Chris." Stacy finally said, her giggling subsiding.

"I don't think so." He replied, feeling his cheeks radiating again.

"Oh c'mon!" Tracy inserted, "You saw how all those girls were staring at you at the store! They totally had the hots for you!"

Now Chris felt like he was turning several shades of red. "I...didn't want to make it obvious but..."

"Its cause of your mother, isn't it?"

Chris looked up to see Stacy, now looking at him with sympathy. Tracy turned to look at him, then at Stacy in perplexity.

Tracy was always the sharp one, Chris mused to himself.

"She was always worried I'd wind up like Aunt Z."

Now the girls were looking at Chris together. "Why would that be an..." Stacy started, then seemed to recall something, "...oh! The fur, huh?"

Chris nodded, "Mom was worried when I was born that I'd suffer cause of my odd fur pattern as Aunt Z did."

Stacy leaned back and folded a leg over the other. "There's one flaw with that, Chris."

His rounded ears swiveled erect towards her, "What's that?"

"You don't have shitty parents like Zig did."

That was one thing he was very thankful for. Years ago, Aunt Z confided in him about her past, about how her mother was oblivious, and her father abused her, first physically, then when she grew up and got curvier, sexually. It was the reason why she left home and went out into the world and became the queen of porn. Her rebellious nature allowed her to survive, so it made Chris wonder how he would have survived if his father...or even his mother, was just as abusive. He shuddered inwardly at the thought.

"Thank goodness for that." Tracy intoned, "I wouldn't want anything to happy to Chrissie like that!"

Chris sat up straight and swiveled his large ears, "You knew? About Aunt Z?"

Stacy shrugged, "Not at first. We kind of poked and prodded some stuff from your mom when we were babysitting you. When we finally pieced together what we found out, it didn't take long for us to get the rest of the story."

"I never figured you two for detectives."

Tracy grinned, "Can you imagine us? Like the Hardy boys or something?"

"Who?" Chris asked, obviously not catching the reference

Stacy scowled teasingly at Tracy, "Nice one, old lady. Tell him our ages why don't you."

Chris chuckled, "You know what they say: Women age like a fine wine...and men age like milk."

All three laughed.

-3-

Unbeknownst to the trio, a triad of girls were behind them in a nearby table. Amanda, Becky and Debra from Chris' school were watching the skunk girls and Chris with curiosity, envy and mixed lust. Amanda was the tall blonde vixen, her orange toned tail swishing anxiously against her chair. The freckled mouse girl Becky was torn between looking at Amanda, the object of her own quiet desire, and the guy that Amanda was crushing over. The final member of the triad was Debra, a dark dread-locked Hyena girl, leaning back on her chair in a leather jacket and a tight short leather skirt. She was watching the whole thing as if a spectator and loving every minute of the internal drama.

"Damn, that Chris is a player!" Debra commented, watching as Amanda bristled. She liked the girl well enough, but Debs just couldn't help but push the vixen's buttons about the object of her affection, "Bet he gets the pick of the girls at that smut studio they work at."

"Debs!" Becky whispered harshly to the hyena babe, "Can you not keep your mouth shut about this?"

Debra shrugged at the mouse, "Are you kidding? This is better than reality TV, Becks." She chewed on the toothpick hanging from the side of her muzzle ruefully, which only made the little mouse act even more protective. Deep down, Debra knew why Becky was so protective of Amanda; hell, she might have put up a big neon sign saying, 'I'm a dyke!' and got very little shocked response.

As the two sidekicks verbally tussled, Amanda tried to appear to be eating her salad, but was too engrossed in seeing the teenage man that she had become somewhat obsessed over as of late, and the two bawdy old skunks that he was with. What do they have that she didn't have, She thought ruefully. Course she knew what they_did_ have and it only irritated her more. Amanda was clearly the same age as Chris and at the same school. She was beautiful, the head cheerleader, and a straight A student. Chris was smart, attractive and because of everyone knowing about his aunt, he was secretly popular. Wouldn't they make the perfect couple?

"Hey Mandy?" Debra inserted, "You're spewing smoke out of your ears."

The joke snapped Amanda out of her inner tirade, making her glare at the hyena. "Shut up!" she said in a low growling voice.

-*-

"So Chris...had your cherry popped yet?"

Chris nearly choked on his smoothie as Stacy slugged Tracy's bicep again, making the skunk girl yelp and grab her arm.

"What the hell kind of question is that?" Stacy exclaimed.

"Well you're curious too, aren't y--OW!" Tracy rubbed her arm again from another blow.

Coughing, Chris put his smoothie down on the table to regain himself. Never let it be said that Tracy knew the word 'tact'.

-*-

Amanda nearly choked on a piece of salad and Debra just about fell out of her chair when the short haired skunk girl asked the question. It took every ounce of inner will for Debra to not bark out a laugh as she righted herself.

"Holy shit!" she said in a hoarse whisper, "Did she just say that? Fucking crazy porn stars!"

Becky was more shocked at the skunk's bravado, but as she looked up at Amanda, she saw the vixen gripping the table with both hands, ears swiveling towards the three skunks. She wants to know, doesn't she?

-*-

Stacy was still scolding Tracy as Chris regained his composure. He looked around to see if anyone was staring, and thankfully he didn't. He looked up and held up a hand to Stacy.

"It's okay." He said in a low tone, trying not to be as bold as Tracy. "There's something I wanted to talk to you about anyway."

Both girls turned and stared at Chris, while secretly behind him, three other girls were secretly swiveling their ears towards the tiger-skunk from a table away.

Leaning over the table, Chris gestured them closer, "You two are the only ones I think I can confide in. The truth is...I...I'm not a virgin."

Both skunk girls' eyes grew wide as somewhere behind the tiger-skunk something thudded midst the bustle of the food court.

Stacy was the first to speak, "This isn't a good place to talk about this, Chris.", but Tracy, in her typical way spoke out, "Who was it?" That elicited another icy stare from Stacy while Tracy covered up her arm in defense of another punch.

"What?" Tracy whined, "You wanted to know too!"

Chris looked back at Stacy oddly, "You did?"

Biting her lip, Stacy cringed back and averted her gaze, "I...well...was curious..."

It was not unexpected to realize that even Stacy had her own kinks. She may have been slightly older than Tracy and more mature, but the woman was a bisexual porn star who once had sex with the studio's biggest stud, Hoss. Based off of the rumors Chris heard about Hoss, he was surprised that either girl was still capable of either being able to walk afterwards.

"Soooo?" Tracy turned back to Chris and chimed in, "Who was it?" She seemed to no longer be afraid of Stacy punching her again and even noticed her own ears turning as if wanting to know the answer.

Chris scratched the back of his head nervously, "Promise you two won't freak out?"

-*-

"I can't hear him..." Amanda snarled quietly, "What's he saying?"

"Too much noise around here. I can't catch a thing."

Debra however was leaning back in the chair, her back to Chris while holding up her cellphone. She had it angled just right so that her screen, now turned off and black, could reflect back on Chris's face.

She had never really felt it necessary to tell Amanda or Becky that because of her deaf mother, she not only learned sign language, but also how to read lips. No need to let everyone know she was a kind and considerate daughter to her beloved mother: she had a reputation to keep.

-4-

"It was Aunt Z."

Tracy started to scream but Stacy quickly grabbed her around and covered her mouth, stifling the pending yelp of surprise. Stacy herself looked ready to erupt as well, eyes wide with shock at Chris' confession.

-*-

Again, Debra had to keep herself from falling on her back from the shock of what she deciphered from Chris's mouth movements. Did he say 'Aunt Z'? As in Zig Zag, his Aunt? The Ultra-hot porn queen? She felt her heart thudding in her chest and she quickly pulled her phone back into her jacket pocket and stood up, unable to hide the look of shock on her face. Think fast bitch before the girls notice...

"I gotta go pee." was all she could say to Amanda and Becky, and before they could say anything, she moved at a brisk trot towards the restroom, leaving the vixen and mouse perplexed at one another.

-*-

"You're serious?" Came the mutual exclamation of both skunk girls to Chris.

He tried to shush them but the two just wouldn't be quelled. "You had sex with your Aunt? When? Where?" The questions came the girls so fast, he scarcely had a chance to process who said what.

"Broadcast it to the whole food court why don't you?" He finally erupted, "Why not just get on the intercom!"

That seemed to finally get Tracy and Stacy to realize where they were and got them to lower their voices, but not the flurry of comments.

"You're not yanking our chains on this, Chris?" Stacy said disbelieving what she had heard.

"I'm not." Chris replied, "And I figured you two would be the ones I can trust with this."

In subdued tones, Chris relayed to them both about the island trip and what had occurred. The two skunk girls were dumbstruck when he recounted their little tryst in the woods. Tracy, being the more practical woman was scowling in thought of the repercussions if it got out, but Stacy, in her usual half-full way of thinking was slapping Chris on the back.

"Way to go, baby!" She said in a triumphant whisper, "You scored a major-OW! Damn it Stacy!"

Tracy sat back down, rubbing her freshly slugged arm as Stacy reached out for Chris' hands covering them in hers.

"I swear, Tracy..." Stacy fumed, "I love you, sweetie, but you can be so dense!"

The younger skunk woman stuck her tongue out at Stacy, "I know what this means, Stace. I also know that in our line of work, we've seen a lot worse."

That was true, Stacy pondered. She and Tracy had been lovers for a long time, and while they were promiscuous and polyamorous, they had remained together as a couple all the time, sharing lovers and love with one another. They had never consummated their relationship, mainly cause it would have been more of a headache to deal with than they really wanted.

Stacy turned back to Chris, more sober now. "Are you okay with this, Chris? You know what kind of problem this is?"

Chris nodded, "I do...I'm just glad you two aren't being judgmental."

Stacy looked a bit hurt, "Chris, we're your friends," she then cocked a smirk, "and were porn stars. It'll take a lot more than that to faze us."

Chris exhaled a breath he hadn't realized he was holding and slumped forward on the table, "Thank goodness! I was so worried you were going to freak out!"

Tracy this time was reaching out a hand, grasping at Chris' wrist, "Hey, Chrissie, we're practically family. Family sticks up for one another."

Both Chris and Stacy looked at Tracy and both wondered who this woman was and what happened to the real wild-eyed skunk girl.

"What?" She said, shrugging, "I can have my moments, can't I?"

-*-

Amanda was going crazy, wondering what confession was so monumental that both skunk girls were suddenly so anxious and excited. She was trying not to spy, but seeing both skunk girls going off so much that Chris finally rose up and erupted himself to quiet them down.

If only I heard it, she thought to herself. Chris had been so quiet and with the din from the food court, she missed it entirely; yet, it was such a comment that two bisexual porn stars seemed shocked.

Who could it have been, she pondered, toying her salad with her fork. She fumbled for all the possible suspects. She was pretty sure it wasn't anyone from school, since the skunk girls probably would not have reacted to someone they knew. That meant that it had to be someone they knew mutually.

That left Amanda with a sinking feeling. The porn studio­--he had lost his virginity to a porn star. The vixen stopped fiddling with the salad and slumped back mentally. She was no match against an experienced woman and an adult movie actress to boot. It would have been every hormonal teen's secret fantasy to get laid by a sexy adult film actress. Regardless of who it was now, she knew she was in for an uphill battle. Fuck that, she mused, might as well be a straight vertical climb. Her head swam at some of the possibilities: Obviously it wasn't the twin skunk girls. She went through the mental checklist of those porn stars she knew, which were rather few since she never delved into those circles.

The redheaded vixen? She considered that and frowned. What was her name again? Shawna? No, Sheila! She actually had hoped it would be that one. It meant that Chris had a thing for foxes, and that meant she has a chance to catch the tiger-skunk's eye.

And what beautiful eyes he had...

She got so lost in remembering Chris's beautiful blue eyes that she pretty much ignored the last suspect. There's no way that her tiger-skunk would have ever lost his virginity to his own aunt. No way...not Chris...

-*-

Debra didn't really need to use the toilet, but she figured it would be the best place for a little privacy and to think. She was pretty confident in her ability to read lips and Chris' was easy enough to see through the reflection of her cell-phone's screen.

He had sex with Zig Zag, She ruminated that thought in her head, His fucking aunt of all people. Of course Debra wasn't one to judge another's sexual appetites; hell, she had plenty of her own that some people might frown upon. It was just too wild to find out that a guy who she had figured was a man-slut was actually an innocent guy who got his cherry popped by a relative--regardless that it was the hottest porn star in history. She had deduced from the conversation and Chris' body language that the subject was touchy, giving the hyena girl a hint that she had pegged the Tiger-skunk guy all wrong.

Still, his aunt. The news was a serious shocker. She had to have been twice his age, had any number of lovers of both gender and quantity, and yet she went after a young teenage boy with hormones like she had some fucking mid-life crisis.

And he had talked to those skunk girls as if it was a big deal, but also like he was okay with it. That was what hit her the hardest of the whole thing. He may have not instigated it, but he sure as hell didn't say no. What guy would say no to have sex with a big breasted porn star like Zig Zag anyway, even if she was his aunt.

After several moments of pondering the whole drama, Debra immediately came to a conclusion: She could never tell Amanda, Becky, or anyone about this. She had several reasons: One, she had only the evidence of her reading Chris' lips through a screen reflection. No one would buy that, and if they did, they were morons. Second, if she had told Amanda, it would shatter the girl's heart. She was nuts about the guy and knowing he willingly had incest with his porn-star aunt would be the nail in her coffin. She would never be able to compete with that kind of memory. Third, if she told Becky, that little shit wouldn't give it a second thought to send it out on Twitter and let everyone know. Debra was no net genius, but she had enough brains in her head to know that regardless of evidence, people believed anything on the web, even if what evidence they had was sketchy. It would go viral and would result in Zig Zag being probably arrested or publicly branded, and ruin any chance for Chris to have a normal social life.

That last reason she dwelled on just a bit longer. True it would have destroyed ZZ Studios and his Aunt, but would it really ruin Chris' life? He had sex with a porn star, and regardless of it being a blood relative, he would either be vilified by the right wing nutcases, or elevated to just short of deity by the guys in school. He would probably wind up being the most popular dude in school for banging an adult film goddess, though the rest of the news would kill any chance of him ever getting laid again, unless it was some desperate girl trying to ride whatever financial gravy train he would get in the future.

No, she thought, not a soul, especially Amanda and Becky. She was thinking more about the crushing blow it would cause Amanda, and how it would ruin Becky's reputation as just another hateful dyke. The last thing she wanted was to delve into that hornets' nest of drama.

With her thoughts settled, she now dwelled on something unexpected: Chris. Just the way he acted and talked told her the guy wasn't anything like the other boisterous guys she knew, talking about their sexual conquests. He acted genuinely sincere and thoughtful, talking to a pair of girls rather than a bunch of guys and bragging he fucked his hot aunt. She mentally apologized to Chris, knowing that all she ever said about the guy was in her own head, yet she felt like she had to reconcile to him even if it was only inwardly.

Knowing what she knew now, she immediately began pondering something new in her head. She had her share of boys she had fun with, but none of them lasted. They were either one-shot wonders or guys who weren't interested in a long term relationship. Most were just downright boring; but, now she found herself thinking about someone who she had just realized was totally different. He was hot as hell, had a bad ass look if he dressed up in the right outfit, and considering of his limited sexual history, was now seen as possibly stable.

It surprised her more that it took her several moments to realize something than the fact that she had come to such a personally startling conclusion. Holy shit¸ she realized with a visible look of shock, I got a thing for Chris Cross too. She had never thought she was into the shy boy, but she realized that her longing for the teenage hybrid wasn't out of downright attraction, but a lustful need. She could never get close to Zig Zag or anywhere near as intimate, but with Chris it would be possible. The moment her mind started to imagine the various sexual positions and locations she and Chris could partake in, another revelation triggered within her. Amanda was into Chris more because she liked his personality, whereas Debra was only after that ripped tiger-striped body of his. She could never take away that from one of the few people that actually liked her for who she was, and if she did, who knew what it would do to their friendship.

And there sitting on a toilet in a mall, Debra Virginia Briggs inwardly declared to herself another secret she would never openly reveal to anyone.

-*-

A while later, Christopher, Tracy and Stacy were walking out of the mall, their mission there finished and heading back to their homes. Their mood was a bit somber now that they had that talk at the food court. Both girls were holding one of his arms each and seemed to be more comforting than teasing. Chris as well was contemplative as he realizes what he just did. His father and now Tracy and Stacy knew about Chris and Zig Zag that he knew of. He knew his dad would never speak of it to mom, thank goodness, and he trusted the girls at his arms would not blab anything either.

Meanwhile, three other figures stood outside of the exit of the mall secretly watching the trio leave. Amanda sighed as she found herself fretting over a guy that probably didn't know she existed. That was infuriating, because that was something she should have been doing to all the guys pining for her. It was there and then that she decided to herself, I am going to win him over or die trying.

Becky scowled inwardly, both hating the fact that the woman she was crushing over was more interested in someone like that half-breed nobody. As soon as she said those words in her head, she quickly shoved them away in disgust. She was not a bigoted person, but she knew where the anger was coming from. Sooner or later, she would have to either get over Amanda or tell her the truth, and suffer the consequences. All because of him, she mentally growled. If only she had heard who Chris admitted to having sex with, she could use that against him and try to win Amanda over.

Of the three, Debra was the one feeling the most anxious though she was hiding it well. She watched Chris walking off and couldn't help but watch that long bushy tail and those twin sets of silvery stripes going down it. God, he has a great ass. She knew when she got back home she was going to be breaking out the special toys she had hidden and work out this major case of hormones. It would be her personal demon through school that she knew who Chris had sex with, knowing one friend would be devastated and hurt, the other would foolishly use it to try to elevate herself. Neither prospect appealed to Debra.

As they were heading to the car, Chris glanced over at Tracy, who was looking up at him with an agonized stare. She looked like she was seriously struggling with something.

"What's wrong, Tracy?" He asked. Stacy then looked over, curiously.

"Well..." Tracy started, eyes staring up at Chris, "I was just thinking...since you're not a virgin anymore...does this mean you're free game n-OW! GOD DAMN IT STACY!"

-Epilogue-

Edgar Holmes was sifting through the pictures he had obtained and grinned wickedly. Some he had managed to capture himself on his cell-phone, while others he obtained from some young broads who he paid a hundred bucks for. He was now sliding his finger across the screen, each juicy photo guaranteed to net him way more than what he just shelled out.

That dumb half-breed bitch screwed up royally, he said, his long rat muzzle crinkling in glee. Over and over he saw one image after another of a very attractive and very familiar looking fur pattern. Only this time it was on a young man's body, not some older broad; though he would have preferred more pics of that slut's tits.

Still, these are going to be worthwhile to the editors when they get his article. Edgar may be a slimy muck-raking rat, but he considered it a compliment for getting the dirt on some of the biggest celebrity scandals. The boy was also easily a future model, teen actor or even a performer, so he knew he had to play this out as best as possible and getting into the future of this nice looking prospect. Looking over the last pic of a young tiger-skunk boy being carried off by those two hot skunk bitches from ZZ Studios was the cherry on a potentially very lucrative cake.

He speed-dialed a number and held it to his large ear. After a while, the familiar voice of the editor of the Hollywood report greeted him.

"Jackie?" Edgar greeted, his voice gravely and hoarse from years of smoking and bad whisky. "You got the pics I just sent you?"

"Sure did, Eddie" The editor replied, "But are you sure this is legit?"

"Of course it is, pal. You should have seen the kid being dragged around by those two sluts. This kid makes Charlie Sheen look like a fucking saint."

"Kid looks like a born model...fucking abs on him...got a couple girls here already drooling over the pics."

"Then we need him on the front cover asap, Jackie" Eddie was practically drooling himself at another big scoop and the possible kickbacks from his other contacts in the modeling and Hollywood scene.

"I'll get the boys to work on it right now, Ed. What have you got for the title?"

The rat pulled out a cigarette from his coat pocket and was already lighting up. He sucked in a heavy gust and exhaled a long grey cloud of noxious fumes.

"I think we'll go with: 'The Future king of porn...the Son of Zig Zag'."

-End-