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Caged (unabridged)Prissy dunked the brush in the soapy water and returned to her scrubbing.Her back ached, her hands burned, and her knees stung. She closed her eyesto blot out the seemingly endless expanse of tile flooring and scrubbedharder. Jobs were hard to get and she knew she should be glad she had onein a nice house. Sometimes she even got to listen to the radio while shecleaned. She liked that a lot. Lots of girls had it worse, a lot worse."Watch what you're doing." a hard voice reprimanded."I'm sorry, ma'am." she quietly replied.Pris really wanted to use a little bleach to clean the dirty grout, butMrs. Amanda Witherspoon nearly had a fit the one time that Prissy hadsuggested it. It would not do to have her house smelling of chemicals. Oh,no, she had confidence that Pris could scrub the dirt away. All it took wasa little elbow grease."Mr. Witherspoon will be home in less than an hour." Amanda reminded her."I'll be done before then." Prissy's quiet voice answered. "My bus is at5:30 anyhow and...""See that you're gone before he arrives." the older woman interrupted. "Itwould not do to have him find you here." She liked to say that things wouldnot do."No, ma'am." * * *Prissy locked the door and walked slowly to the bus stop. There were somany beautiful houses in this neighborhood. As she walked, she fantasizedabout living in one of them.It was early afternoon and Pris was laying on top of the covers of a large,soft bed. Warm sunlight and cool breezes from the open windows woke herfrom her nap. She smiled and stretched so very slowly. There was no need tohurry in this fantasy.She climbed from the high bed and walked across the clean, tile floor to anexpansive bathroom. A bubble bath had already been drawn and the air hadthat wonderful, heavy feel.Pris eased herself slowly into the hot water and soaked. She used as muchshampoo as she wished - there was plenty more. When her bath was done, shedried off with a fluffy white towel that was so large and so thick that itcould have easily been mistaken for blanket.She took her time with the brush that laid on her vanity. She slipped on asilk robe and let it hang open. She picked out a pair of elegant earringsand a black, velvet dress for dinner. Perhaps she would read a book, ormaybe watch a little television. Her old master had laughed so hard when wesat in front of the TV. She wondered just what it was like."You look stunning, Prissy." her date said as he pulled her chair back awayfrom the table. He poured her a glass of wine and she savored the wonderfulsmells drifting from the kitchen. She knew she could eat as much or aslittle as she liked. If she woke up hungry, she could always haveleftovers.The bus arrived with a snort of diesel. The driver snarled at her as sheswiped her cash-card and she worked her way to the back. Despite herweariness, she reached over her head and gripped the rails that ran alongthe roof. She curled her tail and was careful not to touch any of the humanpassengers as the bus bounced along. It was bad enough that they had toshare a bus with one of her kind, actually touching one would certainly notdo.Prissy found an open seat beside a teenaged rat-pelt. He was wearing filthyoveralls and looked as tired as Pris felt. He looked up at her for a momentwith sad, pink eyes. He twitched his whiskers and scooted over to make someroom. In that moment when their eyes met, Prissy felt his desperation. Sheunderstood the feeling all too well.In the 1980's, scientists had engineered "designer" drugs that were justdifferent enough from street drugs that they were not technically illegal.Prissy couldn't see why it had surprised anyone when twenty years latergeneticists engineered "designer" people that were just enough differentfrom human beings that they were not technically human. The boy next to herwas neither rat nor man, and although the recently amended constitutiongave him some rights, that certainly wasn't the case a few years ago. Backthen beings like he and Prissy were just as much slaves as the blacks werebefore the twentieth century.Things were better now that Prissy was free to work for whom she chose. Sheearned a few dollars for her work, she kept her own apartment, and itwasn't legal for employers to beat her like masters were allowed. Thingswere better, but it would still be many generations before her kind wastruly equal, if that ever happened.It seemed ironic, her sitting there on a bus beside a rat-pelt. Her catancestors probably ate his ancestors, but she couldn't imagine them everbeing this tired. No cat ever had to scrub tile floors all day. The godsonly knew what shit job his employer had him do. She didn't doubt that itwas worse than cleaning. There were no discrimination laws yet to protectpelts, so they had to be willing to work twice as hard as any human just toearn minimum wage.In a moment of weakness, she laid her head on the boy's shoulder. He didnothing for a long moment, then he reached up and touched her soft, furrycheek with his slender fingers. "You're stronger than they are." hewhispered.The bus came to a stop and she felt just how badly he was trembling. Hisinstinctual fear of her was almost overwhelming. "I'm sorry." she said,straightening back up. * * *The bus dropped Pris at the entrance to the zoo. Although not reallyexpensive, a season pass was the one luxury that Pris allowed herself. Sheknew that she could economize a little more. She could get a roommate ortwo, but she desperately wanted to be independent. She wanted to distanceher life now from that as a slave. She didn't want to live with anyone. Shedidn't want anything that reminded her of the days when she slept four to abed.Pris walked slowly along the path and stared at the beautiful animals. Theyseemed so pure, their lives so simple.She took a seat on her favorite bench and stared at Apollo. He was sobeautiful. Just seeing him made her heart ache. "Did you have a nice day?"she whispered.The black panther yawned wide and leapt from his perch to the concretebelow. Pris' heart skipped a beat as the graceful creature took flight.With two short steps Apollo sat himself before his water dish and began tolap. His black pelt was flawless, his muscles strong and well defined. Hisbrilliant green eyes never left Pris. A lot of the zoo's animals got flabbyfrom their simple, caged lives, but not Apollo. He was just as dashing asthe day he arrived."You're lucky you're in there." she whispered to the giant cat. "Humanbeings are cruel and thoughtless people. You're lucky to have bars keepingthem away."For the millionth time since she saw Apollo, she wished she had no humanDNA. She wished she could climb inside his cage and never come out.Apollo paced back and forth a few times across the tiny cage beforestretching slowly and climbing back up to his perch.A human woman walked by dragging a toddler by the hand. "Kitty!" the boyshrieked as he threw a handful of popcorn at Pris."Don't feed the animals." his mother said and continued to drag him away.Pris brushed the popcorn from her work clothes and returned a loving gazeto the cat. "I wish you could talk." she whispered. "I want to know what itwas like to live in jungle."Pris smiled and pretended that Apollo was telling her about his life inSouth America. She sat with her knees tightly together and her soft, orangetail wrapped around her thighs.She looked down and stroked her tail, imagining that she was touching him."I thought about you all day as I worked." she confided in another whisper."I imagined you were laying on Mrs. Witherspoon's dining room table andsharpening your claws on her wallpaper." Pris giggled quietly and theinsides of her soft, orange ears blushed red."That would not do at all, but she would be so scared that she wouldn't saya word. She would just sit there and shake. Perhaps she'd try to drink hertea as if you weren't there and count the minutes until you would leave,just like she does to me. She hates me, Apollo. She hates that I have tocome in her house to clean it." Pris sniffed and stared for a while insilence."She's so afraid that I'll steal from her or that I'll get fur on her tableor that I'll mate with Mr. Witherspoon or something..." She bit her lowerlip and tried not to cry. "You know I'd never do that, right?""Ma'am?"Pris ignored the dog-pelt, not realizing that he was talking to her."Ma'am?" he repeated, finally getting her attention. "The zoo's closing ina few minutes."Pris nodded sadly and looked away from the dog's soft brown eyes. She hadseen him many times before, pushing his broom at closing time. He waswearing zoo issue coveralls and a photo ID badge, identifying him as Hank(not that Pris could read it)."I'll be back tomorrow." she said to Apollo. Tomorrow was Friday and thezoo stayed open later. She always looked forward to Fridays."Ma'am?""Nothing." she said with a shy smile. She was embarrassed that she had saidanything to the panther while the dog was standing there. She probablylooked crazy. * * *Pris laid in bed with the covers all rolled up in a ball. She squeezed themto her chest and imagined she was burying her face in his fur."I love you." she whispered. * * *Friday was a beautiful summer's day. The sun was shining and a warm breezeblew in through the open windows while Pris cleaned.Friday was dusting day, and that always put her in a good mood. Dusting wasfun and easy. To top it all off, Mrs. W. had said Pris could play the radioif she didn't turn it up too loud.Prissy was listening to the oldies station and singing quietly along to apeppy story of unrequited love. "If you don't want me set me free...Exactly who'm I supposed to be?... Don't know which clothes even fit me..."She fanned her whiskers wide in a large feline smile and imagined jumpingfrom tree to tree with her beloved Apollo. Her tail flagged happily backand forth as she dusted the table and chairs. "If I go there will betrouble... But if I stay it will be double... So you've gotta' let meknow... Should I stay or should I go?"Then disaster struck. Pris turned around to start dusting the pictures onthe wall and her tail knocked a lovely flower arrangement onto the tilefloor. The glass vase exploded into a million tiny pieces and Prissy'sheart sank."Omigods." she gasped."What was that sound?" a voice screeched from upstairs.Prissy switched off the radio and hurried to collect up the larger piecesof broken glass."I'm terribly sorry, ma'am." she apologized when Amanda rushed down thestairs. "It was an accident and I just barely touched it."She could tell by the look on Mrs. Witherspoon's eyes that there would beno forgiveness today."You clumsy little tramp!" she screamed in Pris' face."I'm terribly sorry, ma'am. I'll clean it right up. It was an accident...""It's bad enough that I have to let a filthy animal into my house, but nowyou've begun breaking my things?""It was an accident, ma'am. I didn't mean to break it...""Don't you talk back to me, pelt! That arrangement cost me $40. Who's goingto pay for that?"Prissy had to work all day just to earn $40. The money meant nothing to arich woman like Amanda, but to a poor pelt like Pris, it meant thedifference between eating and going hungry.Pris lowered her head and tried to keep from crying. "I could pay you back.You could take a few dollars out my paycheck each week until..." Itterrified her to speak those words. Every pelt had heard the horror storiesof getting indebted to humans. They earned so little that they were forcedto work as slaves once more. Even a small debt to a human could take yearsfor a pelt to clear."Oh no, no, no." Amanda said, her eyes as fierce as ever. She grabbed Prispainfully by the wrist and dragged her to the foyer where the womansnatched a checkbook from her purse.Pris stood with head bowed and waited for the inevitable. Her throat achedand she began to sob."Give me your key." Amanda demanded with palm outstretched.Pris fished it out of her pocket and Mrs. W. snatched it away. She handedPris a check and opened the front door."But this is only...""I'm not paying you to break my things. Now, get out of my house thisinstant, you filthy beast, and never return.""But I have to pay my rent today..." Pris protested.Amanda grabbed her by the shoulders and shoved her out onto the porch. Sheslammed the door shut, missing Pris' tail by scant inches.Prissy walked slowly to the bus stop, struggling to see through her tearsthe whole way.It had really hurt to be called 'filthy'. She took pride in her appearance.She showered every evening and brushed out her fur for an hour everymorning. Other pelts wouldn't care if Prissy shed a little hair in the warmsummer months, but she wanted to make a good impression on Mrs.Witherspoon. She had tried so very hard to do everything right.Calling her a 'tramp' was unfair as well. Lots of her kind had stooped toprostitution to pay their bills, but not her. She had started working forAmanda immediately after her emancipation.Pris had seen plenty of varlets, and they were not a pretty sight.Typically, human males who sought out pelts were not interested in thefeeling of soft fur against their bodies. They wanted someone to hurt. Thefew varlets she had spoken to said that every john expected them to screamat least once.Now what was she going to do? Was that destined to be her future? * * *Pris took the bus to the zoo and hurried down the paths to her usual spot.Apollo paced back and forth across his small cage with unusual irritation.Three steps to the left, three steps to the right, three steps to theleft... his brilliant green eyes never left Pris. She imagined he could seeeverything."I don't know what I'll do." she whispered. She put her face in her handsand wrapped her tail tightly around herself.Pris cried and Apollo paced. * * *"Ma'am?"It was the dog-pelt that had asked her to leave yesterday. She wasn't usedto being called 'ma'am' and he had to repeat himself again today."Ma'am. The zoo's closing in a few minutes."Pris looked around and saw that she and Hank were alone. The stars were outand the zoo's paths were deserted."Please? Can I please stay a few more minutes?"Hank smiled. "The panther will still be here tomorrow. Why don't you visitwith him then?"There was something understanding about his face. Perhaps he knew herloneliness and her desire to be less human. Surely he felt that too.Pris looked up at Apollo. He was still pacing back and forth, restless."Something's bothering Apollo." she explained. "Can I please just stay withhim a little longer?"Hank smiled and looked around. "I suppose a few more minutes wouldn't hurt,but then you'll have to go." He smiled again. "If anyone asks you, I didn'ttell you that the zoo is closing, okay?"Pris thanked him.Apollo continued to pace.The dog-pelt returned half an hour later to find that Pris had still notmoved."Ma'am, you really have to go home now. The zoo is closed.""Something's bothering Apollo." she explained. "Can't you see it? He'snever paced this long.""I'll have one of the vets look at him. It's probably just something hesmells. You still need to go. The zoo is closed.""Could I please sit with him?" she asked."You've been sitting with him all evening.""No, not out here... can I sit with him... in there?""Are you crazy?" Hank shouted and then immediately lowered his voice."Look, lady, he may look big and cuddly, but he's still a wild animal. Onlythe vets go in the cages with the animals.""Please?" she whimpered. "I know that he'd respond to me. We're friends. Ivisit him every evening."Hank knew this to be true, but it didn't change a thing. "Are you nuts?He'd tear you apart and I'd lose my job for letting you in."Pris just stared at Apollo as he paced. "He wouldn't. And even if he did,no one would care. No one cares what happens to pelts."Hank sighed deeply and sat down on the bench beside her. "Don't callyourself that." he whispered. "Don't let anyone call you a pelt and don'tcall anyone else one either. You're a person, just like any of them. Thingsare getting better, it just takes time."Pris shrugged and continued to stare. "Let me stay with him tonight." shewhispered. "I lost everything today. I think he knows it. Please let mestay with him."The dog-pelt sat back and stared at the panther as well. There was noconvincing her to leave. He could have security escort her out of the zoo,but all the guards were human. Despite what he had said about thingsgetting better, he didn't trust most humans to act civilized. Not yet, atleast. There were no assurances that she wouldn't get a good beating, orworse, for making the guards fetch her."Do you know what you're asking?""Yes." she answered. "You could say I stole the key from you. No one woulddoubt it. Everyone thinks of us as thieves anyhow.""That's not true." he said, but he knew it was.He sat and stared a while longer. It was dark in the zoo and all the humanshad left except for the guards at the exits. Soon they too would leave."Okay." he said.Pris turned and stared at him in shock. She never guessed he would haveagreed."If that's what you really want, I'll let you in and I'll be back for youaround sun up.""Really?"Hank nodded. "I clean up at night and keep an eye on things. It's my job tocall the vets if there's an emergency." He smiled. "No one will be here,but us."Prissy threw her arms around the dog and squeezed him close. "Thank you sovery, very much. You have no idea how much this means to me."He smiled and pushed her gently away. He offered her his hand to shake.She stared at him in confusion."What, you've never seen a dog shake before?" He smiled at his joke and shefelt herself smile as well. No one shook hands with a pelt, not even otherpelts."Prissy." she said, taking his hand."Hank Stephens." he replied."You have two names?"Hank smiled and walked her around the exhibit, to the back side. "If Apollodoesn't eat you, I'll tell you about it in the morning." he said with yetanother smile.Hank unlocked the cage's door and opened it for her like a gentleman. "Areyou sure that this is what you want?""Yes." she answered without a moment's hesitation."Very well, then." he said and locked her inside.Prissy walked to the sliding gate that separated the front and backsections of the cage. Her heart began to pound louder and louder as Hankpulled on the chain that worked the gate. It slid slowly open and shestepped inside. She heard the gate close behind her, but she didn't turnaround.There in front of her was Apollo, still pacing back and forth at the frontof the cage. For the first time since she had seen him, there were no barsbetween them."I'll see you in the morning." Hank called quietly.Apollo stopped his pacing and turned to face Pris.Pris gripped the bars behind her and drew a deep breath. Without evenrealizing it, her body tried to squeeze back between the bars, but the gapswere too narrow. He was just as stunning now as he had been before sheentered the cage, but now she saw what Hank had been trying to tell her.The cat was a predator, and a large one at that. She began to shiver withfear. The air inside the cage was cooler and more humid than that outside.It had a close, intimate feel, like that of a cave or a den. The air wasthick with his smell. There was no escaping it.I'm trapped. I'm trapped. I'm trapped. she started thinking. Her heart waspounding fast and she began to hyperventilate. Maybe if I screamed, Hankwould rush back and let me out. This was a stupid idea. Why did I do this?Pris' mind began to race with panic.Apollo stared for a moment and leapt, landing right in front of Pris.Pris squealed and squeezed her eyes shut. She waited for him to attack her,but the attack didn't come.Ever so slowly, she opened her eyes and focused on the giant, black catbefore her. The light was dim, the panther black on black. There was a lowrumbling in Apollo's throat and she couldn't be sure if it was a purr or agrowl."Nice, kitty, kitty..." she whispered and then closed her eyes, silentlycursing herself. That was the first time she had ever talked to him like hewas an animal. She vowed never to do it again. She swallowed with a drythroat."Hank said I could share your cage tonight, but I guess I didn't ask if itwas all right with you." she whispered.Apollo reared up on his hind legs and put his front paws on either side ofPrissy's shoulders.Pris squeaked quietly and closed her eyes again. Her heart was beating sofast and loud that she thought she might faint. "Apollo..." she whisperedeven quieter than before, "I love you. Can I stay with you tonight?" Shereached out a trembling hand and touched his chest. He was so warm to thetouch. She ran her fingers across his soft fur and marveled at his muscles."Please, Apollo?"The giant cat moved his muzzle closer. She had to pull her hand away so hewouldn't feel how badly she was shaking.He sniffed her fur and begin to lick her ears. She giggled and tentativelywrapped her arms around him. When he didn't resist, she pulled him closer.His tongue was rough, but through her pelt it felt nice, warm, and soft.The cat sat back down and began to lick her chest."Ewww. Don't lick that." she whispered and pushed his large head away fromher work clothes. "I've got cleaning stuff all over me. It can't be goodfor you."He tried to lick her again and she pushed his head to the side once more."This could be a problem." Pris blushed in the darkness and looked aroundfor Hank, but he was no where in sight. "I guess there's no reason I can'tgo natural tonight, right?" she asked the panther. He continued to try tobathe her. "I mean, since it's just us cats, who's to care?"Nudity was a confusing issue for Prissy's kind. Typically, their peltsprovided enough warmth in all but the coldest and wettest of weather, butwalking around in their fur made a lot of humans uncomfortable. Back whenPris was a slave, her owner had let her stay unclothed unless he hadcompany, but now she was expected to wear them all the time.Pris giggled and slid off the light uniform she wore. She had no need forunderclothes. Especially in the summer, pelts wore just enough clothing toappease the humans around them.Her orange fur shone in the dim light and for a change she felt lovely.Apollo licked her thin stomach and her trim hips.Like all pelts, Pris looked mostly human. Her skin was covered with tabbyfur and her feet looked more like paws, but she stood erect, just like awoman. Her hands had ten fingers and opposable thumbs. Her nails were shortclaws, but they were not too much more dangerous than human fingernails.Her head was almost entirely feline. Her ears could swivel or lay downagainst her head when she was scared, but her mouth could produce verynatural English.Apollo licked her small, human breasts and the back of her neck. He sniffedat her scent and she tried to push him away, but he would not be deterred."Oh, gods, this is so embarrassing." she whispered, and crouched backagainst the bars to cover herself. She felt like an animal, and couldn'tdecide if that was a good or bad thing.She looked around again for Hank, but he was off on his rounds. "Oh, allright." she sighed.Pris got down on all fours and lifted her tail. He sniffed her for a verylong moment and then gave her a friendly lick between her legs. Prisgiggled and covered back up.He rubbed his muzzle against her back and marked her with his scent. Shebegan to tingle with excitement. Pris could feel her heart soaring. Beinghere with him, actually touching him was better than she could have everhoped.Pris stood and took a few steps to get a feel for his home. She could smellmeat that had been left for him earlier. It was strong and raw. It made herstomach rumble a bit.Pris bent and touched two of Apollo's toys, a deeply scarred bowling balland a ten gallon bucket that he chewed on. He stepped beside her andmuzzled her flank. Chills ran up her spine.She touched the tree positioned in the middle of his cage. She lovedwatching him lay up on its big branches. The wood was rough and splinteredfrom his claws. Her fingers felt small in comparison to the gashes. "CanI?" she asked him. He stared at her.Pris dug her small claws into the trunk and tried to pull herself up. Itwas a lot harder than it looked. Apollo licked her ankle and she triedagain."How do you make this look so easy?" she asked.Apollo stood and put his muzzle directly under her tail. She scrambled upand before she knew it, she was in his perch.She hadn't realized how high up Apollo's favorite branch had been. Theconcrete floor sloped down to the front of the cage leaving a long, hardfall if she slipped.A cool breeze blew by, giving her a breath of fresh air. It was hard tothink down at the base of the tree, down where the panther's scent was sostrong.Apollo climbed up behind her and took a seat on a nearby branch. The treeshook under his weight and Pris squeezed her eyes closed again. She dug hershort claws into the tree and waited for it to stop moving.An exotic bird cried out and Pris opened her eyes. The moon had come outand she stared out over the park. For a moment, she felt content - atpeace."What was it like in the jungle?" she whispered to him. "What was it liketo go wherever you wanted and do whatever you liked?"Apollo stared at her and then washed his shoulder. She turned back to thebars and stared out at the world.After a bit, the panther stood and stepped over to her branch. Pris clungon for dear life until he made himself comfortable. "I guess you get usedto this..." she said.Apollo began to wash her flanks and then her back. He seemed very contentto have some company for a change. She relaxed a bit and enjoyed thefeeling of his tongue against her body.He cleaned between her legs once more and she swallowed hard. Her eyesscanned the grounds for Hank, but they were still alone.His licks (kisses, she called them in her mind) felt so very good and theyseemed to make him happy. She closed her eyes and rested her muzzle againstthe branch. * * *Pris woke to movement in the tree. Apollo was climbing down. She rememberedwhere she was and dug her claws in hard.Climbing down was a terrifying experience. She jumped from a low branch anddidn't land as hard as she had feared. The black panther crouched by hiswater dish for a drink. She followed him on two legs and then crouchedbeside him on four. Pelts can walk on all fours more easily than humanscan, but it is still unnatural.Feeling playful, she crowded him with her smaller body and lapped at hiswater with her long tongue. He began to purr louder and proceeded to lickher ears while she drank. She cuddled against him and purred as well. Hewas so large and so powerful compared to her. He weighed only as much as ahuman, but he was the true predator.Humans were great predators because they could out-think their prey andfashion weapons. Apollo was all muscle, teeth, and claws. He could [CENSOR] herby accident, just by playing around, and she knew it."I love you." she whispered again. She wrapped her arms around him andpulled him close. She licked his face and rubbed her body against his.Apollo rolled over and she scratched his muscular stomach. She explored hisbody with her hands and he stretched and rolled about to make the most ofthe attention."Your paws are so large..." she gasped, caressing them in her hands. Shegave one of them a gentle squeeze, exposing a few of his long, sharp claws."Wow." She didn't want to think about what those claws could do to her.She went back to caressing his muscular chest. She worked her hands down,purring to herself.His stomach was so very warm and the fur here was much thinner than on hischest. He lifted his head and gazed at her with his emerald eyes as if topose a question. For a moment, she felt as if she could read his mind.She caressed his inner thighs and nodded. "Yes, that is a good question."she whispered. "Just how far do I want to go here?"She turned to face him and he washed a paw, slowly, deliberately. "It's notthat I haven't dreamed about you and I... y'know... doing it... I have... Ijust never thought I would be put in this position.""Gods." Pris moaned to herself. "Why is this so difficult?"She caressed his inner thighs some more, still carefully avoiding what sheso wanted to touch. He lifted his head again and stared at her withinquisitive eyes. "Regret sucks. If I don't do it, I will always wonderwhat I have missed."She shook her head and he laid his back down. "But if I do, do it, thenmaybe I'm using you. Gods, I wish you could talk. Then you could tell me ifyou wanted me... if you feel the same way about me that I feel about you."She steeled her courage. "If I touched you and you didn't want me to,certainly you'd growl or something, wouldn't you?" Apollo lifted his headonce more and cocked it to the side.Prissy swallowed hard and slowly moved her hand over, keeping a careful eyeon his expression. He didn't really react to her touch, instead he laid hishead back down."I guess that's a good sign." she whispered, still unconvinced.She stroked her fingers gently down his length. He arched his back inresponse and she continued to caress him. He did not seem to mind at all.Prissy crouched on all fours beside Apollo and began to lick him. Hispurring grew louder for a while and then he lifted his head again to sniffunderneath her tail."What the hell am I doing?" she giggled. She looked around again, but thedog-pelt had been true to his word. There was no one else around. Shelifted her tail and lowered her head.She stood there for a long moment and her mind raced. If he wants me, thenit is his choice. I'm not forcing him to do anything. she rationalized.Maybe he feels the same way I do.Apollo stood and sniffed her. She began to worry. She had mated with herhuman master on several occasions. He usually made her stand like this sohe didn't have to look at her face. It had felt good, but it also hurt,which in itself made no sense. Was that because of how he did it? Becausehe wanted to hurt her? Maybe it was because they weren't really the samespecies. Perhaps it wouldn't hurt if she did it with another cat-pelt, butApollo was no cat-pelt. Perhaps it would hurt worse. Perhaps it would hurta lot.If Apollo mounted her, there certainly wouldn't be any way to stop him. Hewas much, much stronger than she. This is a really bad move, Prissy. Shecouldn't stop her master either, but that was part of being a slave.She thought back to the first time she had been mated. He had dragged herout of bed in the middle of the night and forced her onto her back. She hadbeen afraid and confused. She hadn't understood what she had done wrong. Hegot really angry when Pris struggled, and began to hit her. In the end, hepulled one of the older girls, a raccoon-pelt named Fancy, from bed andmade her hold Pris still.That was really the worst part of it. Fancy had been so nice to her, andtreated her like a sister. She held her when she was frightened.Fancy held her while she was frightened that night, and even though shewhispered softly to her throughout, trying to calm Pris' tears, it was notthe same. "Relax. Be brave. It's going to be all right..." Fancy's voicestill haunted her dreams.Suddenly Pris was shaken from her memories by Apollo climbing on top ofher. She whimpered and tried to pull away, but it was futile. He held herwith his sharp claws and strong arms, pulling her backwards, pullinghimself into her.The lovemaking that followed was wonderful. It didn't last very long, butit was strong and full of passion. He bit her scruff and dug his clawslightly into her sides. Despite her fear, she moaned and purred in responseto his thrusts. She craned her head around an licked his muzzle,encouraging him on.When it was over, he laid on his side and she laid beside him, with herarms wrapped around his chest. "Thank you." she whispered in his ear. Shepurred loudly and rubbed her wet fur against his own.It was not long before he was aroused again and they were repeating theircoupling. * * *"Prissy! Get up!"Pris yawned and stretched. A big, black paw was wrapped around her nakedwaist, holding her close to Apollo's belly. She felt warm, happy, andloved."Prissy!"Her eyes went wide. It was morning. The zoo was open."Hurry!" Hank hissed at her.Pris carefully slid out from underneath the panther's paw. He woke androlled on his back. He spread his legs, perhaps hoping for more attention.Pris blushed badly beneath her fur and kissed Apollo on the nose. Sheprayed that Hank didn't guess what they had been doing. Prissy slid back onher uniform and slipped out through the gate and door as the dog-peltopened them."I thought you'd be back before morning." she hissed at him as they hurriedalong the paths. Prissy felt like she was walking funny and was afraid thateveryone could tell. A couple zoo patrons glanced at them as they passed,but no one said a thing."I'm sorry. My boss came in early and I had a hard time sneaking back tothe cat house."His calling Apollo's exhibit the 'cat house' made her feel strangelyuncomfortable and guilty.Hank unlocked an unlabelled door near the polar bears' cage with anold-fashioned key and let Prissy into a small efficiency apartment. She satdown on the edge of his bed and he sat down at the table. Both of them weretrembling."That was really kind of you," Pris said, "letting me stay with Apollo."Please don't ask why I was undressed...Hank just smiled and she thought she saw a hint of blush in his ears.The dog stood and began to boil a kettle of water. "I guess he didn't eatyou..." he said without looking back.Pris blushed some more."So that means I owe you a story...""Oh right! About how you got two names." Hank nodded and Pris sat back,crossing her legs, Indian-style."The man who bought me as a pup named me." he explained. "He gave me hislast name.""What? Why would a human do that?"Hank turned about and frowned. "Despite what you think, Prissy, not allhumans are bad." She shrugged. "He bought me and raised me as his son.""Yeah, right." she muttered. "He used you to clean his zoo. He told youother masters were far worse than he was and that you should be thankful."Hank handed her a tea cup and she sipped at it curiously. She'd never hadtea before. It was sweet, and hot, and minty. She loved it."That's not how it was...""Humans are horrible creatures. Apollo is lucky because he has no human inhim. I wish I could be like that."Hanks ears drooped at her hatred. "Then when the courts declared us free,he let me keep working here, doing the same thing as when I was a slave.""That's weird." she said, trying to drink her tea as quickly as she couldwithout being burned. "Why didn't you leave when they freed you? Why didyou stay here?""Because I love my job, Pris. I get to look out for the animals and getthem help when they're sick. Sweeping up after the zoo closes is fun workand I get to hang out here during the day. What more could a guy want?"He sounded very lucky. It made her feel sad. Her life could never be thatlucky."Sometimes, Pris, when a new animal is brought to the zoo, the others getangry and fight with the newcomer. Even though there is no differencebetween themselves and the new animal, they get angry that they have toshare their world." He touched her chin softly with his hand. "It's thesame with humans. You just have to give them time to accept us, to see thatwe're no different than they."Prissy stood and crossed to the door, leaving her teacup on the table. "Ishould go.""It was nice having company." he said. "Perhaps you'll come back for avisit?"She couldn't help but smile. "Would you make me more tea if I did?""I would.""I will." she said and closed the door behind her. * * *"713." the fat man growled from behind his newspaper.Prissy swallowed hard. The landlord always sat in the same spot on thesecond of the month - right in front of the mailboxes in the same dirtytee-shirt. She never thought she would be one of the ones he was waitingfor."Yes." she whispered. "That's my apartment.""Today's the second. Where's my rent?"Pris bit down on her lip. She knew it was going to be close this month withpayday falling on the first, but she hadn't planned on Amanda docking herpay by a day and a half. She didn't even have to do the math to know shewas short."I'm a little short." she whispered. "I lost my job yesterday, but I don'tthink I'll have any problem finding another. I'm very good at cleaning,sir. I'll have another job by this afternoon and I'll get you your money bytonight."He didn't say a word. He didn't put down the paper. She didn't see his face * * *Prissy climbed in the shower and lathered her fur up well. As she washed,she thought about Apollo bathing her last night. She closed her eyes andremembered the sensations.She remembered him being inside of her and didn't scrub those parts ashard. She was afraid that perhaps washing away his touches would make itnot have happened. It did happen. It was wonderful. * * *Prissy put on a clean uniform and hurried out the door. She would go backto Mrs. Witherspoon's neighborhood and ring a few doorbells. Certainly oneof her neighbors needed a good maid. If all else failed, she couldapologize to Amanda again. Perhaps now that a day had passed, she wouldn'tbe as angry."Crap." she said and turned back around. She had forgotten to set outanything for dinner. Without a microwave, she would need to let her dinnerthaw.Prissy slipped her key in the lock, but instead of being rewarded with agreen light and a click, the light glowed red and the mechanism remainedsilent. She pulled the key out and slid it back in. Same results."Oh no." She looked slowly up and saw the paper that had been taped to thedoor. Prissy didn't need to be able to read to know she had been evicted.She'd seen the signs on enough other doors.Rumor had it that it took thirty days' notice to evict a human. Not for apelt. She had five days to get rent money together before the landlord soldher stuff. She put her hands in her pockets and sighed a breath of relief.She still had her cash card and final paycheck. All would be lost if shehad left them inside.She felt numb. She had to get the money by tonight or she'd be sleeping onthe streets."Tough break, kid." her next door neighbor said as she walked past."Bandit..." Pris whispered. "What am I going to do?"The fox-pelt just shrugged. "You could find a roommate. That might make iteasier to pay the bills."Prissy stared at the tall vixen in the white cotton blouse and denim skirt.She was so lovely with her fire-red fur and wide bushy tail. A mask of softwhite fur surrounded her crystal-blue eyes, and delicate golden earringsglinted from each ear."You don't need a..."Bandit just frowned and shook her head. "I don't think...""Please." Pris whispered. "I just lost my job. I've got almost enough forrent, but it may take me a few days to find a job. I just need a place tostay for a little while, just in case I can't find a job today. I wouldn'tbe a bother, I swear. I'd pay my fair share..."Bandit continued to frown. "Listen, honey, I'd love to help, but I'm aworking girl. I can't really do the roommate thing, y'know?"Pris nodded and stared at her feet. She knew what bandit did for a living.The walls were too thin for her not to know.Bandit sighed and hugged Pris to her chest without warning. "I'm sorry. Idon't know what else I can tell you."Pris nodded some more and wiped her eyes on her wrist."Look, I hate to see you like this. You say you have almost enough to makerent?" Pris nodded. "Well, if you want, you can come over tonight..."Pris beamed a smile at Bandit and Bandit shook her head again."I have some clients coming over tonight," Bandit explained, "perhaps youcould do a job or two so you'd have enough."Pris closed her eyes and lowered her head. It was a horrible thought.Bandit kissed Pris on the forehead and continued on her way. "Sorry, honey.Best I can do." * * *The rest of the day was horrid. She knocked on a few dozen doors. She hadplenty slammed in her face. Lots of people pretended they weren't evenhome. Sometimes the maid, or some other pelt, would answer the door."Please go away." a young rabbit-pelt girl said. She hid her body behindthe door and only showed her face and her long floppy ears. Pris knew itmeant she was unclothed.She walked from house to house and thought about Bandit's terrible offer.She was quickly running out of options.Pris knocked on Amanda's door, but it slammed closed as quickly as it wasopened. She didn't even get a chance to apologize. * * *"No luck job hunting, huh?" Bandit asked as she answered the door.Pris hung her head in silence.Bandit pulled her inside and Pris took her first look around her neighbor'sapartment. It was horrible. The walls were bare, the shades drawn closed.The only furniture she had was a small lamp on the floor and a mattress.The smell was unnerving. She gulped and looked away.Bandit pulled Pris through a door and into her bedroom. The difference wasnight and day. This room was bright and airy. The bed was clean and made.She even had a couple posters on her walls.Somehow Bandit had managed to drag the refrigerator into the bedroom aswell. Pris just stared."I find it keeps the customers from making themselves at home." sheexplained with a grin.They took seats on the bed and Bandit tried to put Pris at ease with hersmile and manner. She waited a few minutes for the cat to relax, for herbreathing to return to normal."Are you sure you want to do this?" she asked.Pris nodded silently."Okay, the job itself is pretty simple. The customers know what they wantand they tend to help themselves. The business is figuring out what thecustomer would like and selling him more than he expected to buy." * * *"They'll be here soon." Bandit said, glancing at her watch. She slipped offher clothes and jewelry. Pris stared at the vixen's body. It was strong andlean. Her white belly fur looked soft, but not sleek like Prissy's. Therewere a few places where it jetted out at odd angles from the scars itconcealed. She turned around and Pris spotted a fresh cigarette burn on thevixen's back.Pris followed Bandit back out to her 'office'. It was still a horribleplace.The vixen sat down on the bare mattress and leaned her back against thewall. "Strip." she said.Pris slipped off her uniform and dropped it in a lump near the door. Shesat down on the mattress and noticed the rectangle of crude 2x4s that itsat inside. There were large hooks screwed into the corners of the frameand a few leather straps on the floor in case a client wanted Banditrestrained. It gave Pris shudders.Bandit instructed Pris to lay down and rest her head on Bandit's lap. Shehad Pris move this way and that to make her look 'more appealing' to thecustomers."We want you to look sexy, but not experienced. Hint at what you have tooffer, but don't let them know it's for sale."Pris wrapped her arms around Bandit's waist and pretended to sleep."No no. Keep your left leg straight and bend the right. Curl your tailback, not forward." Pris felt so exposed. "Don't hide what your trying tosell."Pris trembled and Bandit stroked her soft shoulder.Eventually, the door opened and Pris heard the vixen shush her visitors."I'm really sorry, guys." she explained. "My best friend just got evicted.I don't think I'm going to be able to play tonight. I'll make it up to you,I promise."Pris listened as the quiet negotiation continued. "I can't do that..."Bandit said. "Prissy's my best friend. She doesn't even do that sort ofthing..."The cat began to shiver at Bandit's words. If Prissy had been Bandit's bestfriend, like she was pretending, would she really have sold her off to thehumans to earn some extra money? It all seemed so wrong that they couldwant her, that they could want to use her just because she was down on herluck.Bandit caressed Pris' shoulder with long, slow touches. "Well, I don'tknow. I guess I could ask her." she said. "Prissy, dear. Wake up. We havecompany."Prissy tried to cover up her nakedness as Bandit had instructed. "Myfriends just stopped by and were hoping we could have some fun." Banditexplained. "I mentioned that you were low on cash and they thought thatperhaps they could help..."It seemed so phony, but the men didn't appear to care. They had alreadyforgotten their bitterness at the unexpected cost and were excited aboutwhat would happen next.Pretty soon Pris was laying on her back with her head on Bandit's stomach.Bandit caressed Pris' chest with her hands while one of the humansundressed.Pris couldn't look at either of the men. She closed her eyes and imaginedApollo. She thought back to last night and how she waited to see if hewanted her. She remembered her fear, her anticipation. She remembered howwonderful he felt inside her."Please be gentle, Apollo." she whispered as she spread her legs.The men just chuckled and Bandit slid her hands to Prissy's wrists. Shesqueezed the cat with her knees and pulled her wrists tightly towards thecorners of the bed. "Earl likes a little struggle." she explained. "Bebrave."Suddenly Prissy was back at her master's house. Bandit was Fancy, holding athirteen year old cat-pelt down for her master to violate."No!" Prissy screamed and tore her hands away from the fox-pelt behind her."Don't touch me! Don't touch me!"The other human tried to stop her as she bolted for the door, but shescratched viscously at his face with her claws. He cried out and let hergo.Prissy threw the door open and ran until she was out of breath. She duckedinto an alley and thanked the gods that she had had the presence of mind tograb her clothes.She couldn't go back. She had no place to stay there and if the men didn't[CENSOR] her, certainly Bandit would. How could she have messed that up socompletely? She actually scratched that man's face. He would probably takeit out on Bandit, even though it wasn't her fault. Would Prissy's panic getBandit killed? Surely it would lose her those customers.Pris walked around in a circle after she got dressed. She had no place togo. No place to turn.She wandered aimlessly for about an hour before knocking at an unlabeleddoor.Hank answered, his waist wrapped in a towel. "Prissy?"Hank let the sobbing cat in and she collapsed on his bed. He caressed hershoulders as she recounted the night's events.Pris put her arms around his waist and pulled him close. He let her, butsoon seemed uncomfortable. "I have to get ready for work, Prissy." Shenodded and curled up into a ball."If you want, you can stick around here and get some rest."Prissy nodded and he stared at her face. There was a long, uncomfortablesilence. "You want to see him again." he sighed.She nodded, but could not meet his eyes."You're asking a lot of me, you know?"She did.The silence was painful."All right, but this is the last time."Prissy stood and wrapped her arms around his chest. She tilted her head tothe side and pressed her lips against his own. She had never kissed anyonebefore, but she didn't know any other way to show her thanks. He closed hiseyes and kissed her gently in return. * * *Prissy slumped against the bars after the gate closed. Apollo sat next toher nuzzled her softly."I'm so miserable." she whispered to her love. "I can't fix anything andeverything I do just seems to make things worse."She curled up onto her side and whimpered. She thought about waking up inhis paws. "Will you hold me, please?" she whispered.Apollo began to lick her head and neck. He licked her uniform and her legs.She just let him. She was too weary to do anything but cry. * * *Apollo spent much of the evening pacing around Prissy's crying form. Hesniffed her, he licked her, he made a deep hupf sound when he laid downbeside her.As the night went on, his advances became more and more insistent. He triedto push his muzzle up under her uniform and she pushed him away. "I don'twant that." she whispered. She tried to wrap her arms around his neck, buthe twisted away to sniff her scent once more.He sniffed and licked her. She tried to push him away, but he resisted. Shetried to pull her uniform back down to cover herself and he grabbed it inhis mouth. The thin material tore easily and launched another long cry.Prissy only had one other uniform and it was locked up in her apartment.How would she ever get a job now with a torn uniform? Everything was lost.Apollo sniffed her again and began to lick her. She pushed his muzzleroughly aside with her leg and he began to growl. There was no mistakingthat sound.He stepped closer and fixed her with his green eyes. Her heart began torace.He sniffed her again and began to lick her, but his eyes did not move. Hecontinued to growl.She closed her eyes and tried to enjoy the sensation of his touch. All shecould think about was Bandit and Fancy and her old master and the johns. Itwas awful and she wanted it to stop, but she felt so helpless. She pressedher face against the bars and cried.Eventually Apollo got tired of licking her without reaction, so he began towhine and nip at her flanks in hopes of making her stand. She was too tiredto push him away, too weak. Her throat was raw from crying so long.She tried to stand, but couldn't find the strength. She tried to crawlaway, but Apollo was far too fast. She only made it to the other end of thecage before he caught her."No... please..." she cried, but he had already grabbed her with his clawsand was pulling himself onto her. "Stop it!" she yelled and slapped at him.He grabbed her tighter and sunk his claws into her sides. She closed hermouth and breathed through her teeth. Two fat tears of pain rolled down hersoft cheeks. He bit down hard on her scruff and began to mate her.She let herself sink to the floor, too tired to hold up his weight. Lifehad lost the little joy it once held. That which was pure and good was nowjust a matter of using one another.Bandit used her to get more money from the johns, she had used Hank to gettime with Apollo, and Apollo had used her... was using her... She sobbedout loud and let him have her. She tried not to think about what washappening. He pushed her forward again and again, sliding her face acrossthe smooth cement, and into his dinner platter.What's the point of living in such a horrible world? she asked herself.Apollo's cage was not the only thing she was trapped inside.When the panther finished, he flopped down beside her and yawned wide.Pris cried for a while longer and tried to sit up. She tasted blood. Thesmell turned her stomach."Apollo?" she whimpered. "Will you please help me with somethingimportant?"He lifted his large head and stared at her contentedly.Pris took a large piece of meat and rubbed it across her throat, lettingthe blood soak into her fur. The meat smelled strong and her head began tospin. Ever so slowly, she crawled over and on top of the panther.He cocked his head curiously and licked her face. He wiggled against her.He tasted the blood and licked her some more.Prissy grabbed his muzzle with her hands and pulled his jaws open. Histeeth were sharp and bit into her fingers. He tried to resist, so she movedquickly. In one fluid motion, she dropped down on him and put herblood-soaked throat in his jaws.She could feel him bite down and her world faded to black. * * *Pris opened her eyes a bit. The world was fuzzy and bright, and she couldnot focus. It was like being inside of a cloud. "Where am I?" she tried tosay, but managed only a gasp.Suddenly, Hank was there beside her, caressing her face and crying."You had me real scared." he whispered. "You're going to be all right."Pris tried to sit up and Hank helped her. She was laying in his bed. Helooked like he hadn't slept in a while."Whu...""When I came back for you in the morning, I found you passed out andbloody." he said. "I rushed in and pulled you out of the panther cage.""Why?" she managed, getting first control of her voice.Hank didn't reply. He looked away. "Drink this, please." he whispered,handing her a small, lukewarm cup of sugar water. "Dehydration is a veryserious thing." he said. He couldn't look at her."Dehydration. Probably from all the stress." He talked to his hands."Sometimes when new animals are brought here, they won't eat or drink. Allthe stress makes them sick. It happens sometimes."It seemed strange. Hank was talking about her like she was an animal, anddespite how much she had wanted that lately, it no longer felt right."Could... could I have some tea?" she whispered.Hank smiled and glanced at her from the corner of his eye. "Later. It'llkeep you awake and you need your rest." * * *Prissy drifted in and out of sleep, thinking about the past and the future.Sometimes it seemed hopeless, and other times not so bad. She still hadalmost a month's rent. It would be more than enough to mend or replace heruniform and carry her until she found a new job."How's your friend?" a quiet voice asked at the door.Prissy opened her eyes just a bit and saw a grey bearded human talking toHank."She's going to be all right. Just going through a rough bit."Hank looked back at her, so she closed her eyes and pretended to sleep."But I'd really like to keep an eye on her tonight. Would you mind if Itook the night off?""Sure thing, kiddo." the old man said. "I'll ask Hernandez to take yourshift.""Thanks, pop.""She's kind of cute.""Dad!" Hank hissed. "It's not like that. Now scat, before you wake her up.""I'm going... I'm going..." * * *Prissy woke to the sounds of quiet howling. She rolled on her side andlooked in through the open bathroom door. Hank was singing tunelessly inthe shower.He shut off the water and shook himself dry."The king called up his jet fighters... He said you better earn yourpay..." Hank hummed to himself. He stood in front of the sink and brushedhis teeth, humming the whole time.His short fur was fluffed and damp from the shower. It was a pleasant mixof colors, blacks and cremes. His tail wagged happily and his head bobbedto the sides as he brushed. He had a cute butt that made Pris giggle.He spit into the sink and grabbed a dry towel. "Rocking the Casbah...Rocking the Casbah...""Hank?"Hank quickly wrapped the towel around his waist and came to her side. "Oh,you're up! Are you feeling better?"Prissy nodded and smiled wide."Oh good." he said. "I got you a newspaper.""Why?""Dogs are expected to get the newspaper. Didn't you know that?" Hank barkeda laugh. "Just kidding. You said that you lost your job, so while you weresleeping I circled a bunch of classifieds that I thought you might try."Prissy smiled wide. "Really?"Hank grinned and blushed. "Your uniform is kind of wrecked." he said,motioning to a small heap on the carpet. "I put your money on the dresser.""You undressed me?" Her cheeks felt hot. She pulled the light covers aroundher neck.Hank looked every which way but at the cat in his bed. "Well, Apolloroughed you up real good." he explained. "I had to make sure you were okay.It looks like he scratched your sides and bit your hands and neck, but Ididn't have to give you any stitches. I gave you a tetanus shot and someantibiotics, just in case.""Why are you being so nice to me?" she asked.He shrugged and continued to look away.Prissy peeled back the covers and scooted over, making some room. "Will youhold me? Please, Hank?"Hank looked conflicted, but Pris held out her hand until he climbed in bed.He wrapped his arms around her and closed his eyes.Prissy yanked hard on the towel around Hank's waist and dropped it on thefloor beside the bed. "There. Now we're even." Please rate this story below, but before you complain, please read this.

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