Rummy

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When the morning came I walked outside, not bothering to do any sort of extensive grooming, and simply ran a paw through my fur a few times. Somehow I couldn't find it in myself to care that I'd inevitably spend the entire day looking like I just woke up. On my way to the water barrel I was met by someone I'd genuinely hoped not to see for as long as I could manage.

"Go the fuck away, Bomba," I told her clearly, and continued past her, "I'm not in the mood for your shit."

"Once again you look stunning," Bombalurina replied cuttingly, "did you plan that 'just rolled in pollicle-shit' look, or is it natural?"

"Fuck-up, you red tart."

Bombalurina stepped in front of me, cutting me off again, "you know, only you ever say what you think about me." She smiled a little, "I've missed that from you."

I raised an eyebrow at her and snapped out a sarcastic reply, "you missed me because I call you a whore? Everlasting Cat, babe... you need a reality check."

She placed her paw lightly on my arm to stop me from walking off, "can't we just talk?" Bombalurina's eyes crinkled slightly with some unidentifiable expression, "if I recall we used to go pretty well together."

"Yeah? Well you left me, and that was a long time ago." I smiled at her snarkily and motioned her aside, "and if I recall it's always been you who starts our conversations with an insult. So piss off, missy, before I get annoyed."

"Where are you going?"

"The water barrel."

"That rusted through a while ago," she said, very matter-of-fact, "now Jenny doles out water rations from rain collected in a drum near her den."

"Shit." I stopped walking, seeing no reason to disbeleive her. Not even her malice would extend that far. "Well what the fuck am I supposed to do then?"

"Come back with me," she suggested with a smirk, and slipped her arm around one of mine, "I still have some water left over."

I shook her off me with a pointed look that told her to keep her distance. "Allright, but only because I -really- need a drink."

"I wouldn't dream of thinking anything else."

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Bombalurina's den was exactly how I remembered it; All gaudy drapings and luxurious cushions, scraps of mirror hung around the walls. She hadn't changed it since I stopped coming over, that much was evident. I stood in the middle of her den as she moved to a corner and unearthed a small earthenware jug that had been cracked on one side. I could smell the water it contained, and guessed that it might be half-full. Bombalurina smiled seductively and motioned to the cushions with her free hand, "sit down and I'll give it to you."

"That sounds a little dirty, Bomba," I replied casually, "how do I know I want it?"

Bombalurina giggled to herself, which was somewhat frigthening to contemplate, and sank down onto the cushions and into a slightly provocative pose, holding the jug between her breasts, "don't be an idiot, Tugger. Just sit down."

Frankly, I wasn't in the mood for arguing, so I did as she asked and sat down next to her with a pointed look at the jug, "well, hand it over."

"Why don't you take it?"

I sighed heavily, "because if I reach my paw between your boobs you'll move the jug and I'll end up with a pawful of your tits instead. If you move the jug you'll spill my water, I'll get pissed off, and then I'll leave. You decide which one is more fun for you, Ok?"

After a few moments of glaring at me she handed me the jug, and I took three large mouthfuls without hesitation, the rest I poured over my head and shoulders. Without bothering to hand her back the jug I quickly ran my paws through my headfur, slicking back the unruly curls into a single forelock that ended above my right eye. I jumped, startled, when I felt Bombalurina's paws comb out the tangles from my now-wet mane. I batted her paws away from me with a glare, and she smirked. Then the expression faded into a soft smile, "would it really be so bad if your paws were on my body again, Tugger?"

"Yeah, because then I'd have to wash them," she expected my retort and moved closer as though daring me to back away from her.

"That's bullshit," she snapped, "now that you're back you know everybody expects us to be together."

I snorted derisively, "what about you and Munkus... you two seem to have gotten rather cosy."

"He's a way to scratch the itch," Bombalurina said coldly, and tangled her paws in my mane again, "but you'd make it go away forever. Heaviside, Tugger, you get under my skin..." She leant forward in an attempt to claim my lips, but was thwarted when I moved away.

"Fuck that," I laughed, "what am I, Bomba? A rash? Listen, baby, you gave me up years ago and to be honest I like it that way." I pushed her away and stood, "and if you value what's left of your reputation I suggest you say the fuck away from me."

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The warmth of the early morning sun washed over me, a perfect blanket of air that wrapped around my body as I sunned myself on the bonnet of the old car. Perhaps Growltiger had been right about needing to come back... but that didn't mean I wasn't still pissed off at him. I smiled, having had my fill of basking for the moment, and opened my eyes in time to see a pair of black paws tiptoing past me. "Hey."

The owner of the paws gasped and set off at a run, getting barely three steps before I tackled them to the creaky metal of the car-bonnet. It was then that I got a good look at whoever it was, and found myself staring face-to face at a near petrified Demeter. Quickly I removed my weight from her body and held out a paw to help her up. Instead of letting me help her she jumped to her feet and started to leave again, absolutely horrified when I caught her paw.

"Hey, hey, calm down..." I squinted up at her, "that's the fourth time I've seen you around here, and always at sunrise or sunset. I was just wondering why, allright, babe?"

The black and gold queen bit her lip. Her eyes darted here and there before finally settling on her paw, which was still held in mine and preventing her from leaving. "I... I like those times of day, Ok?" Demeter answered, still a little nervously, "and you see the colours best from -here-, that's all. Can you let me go now?"

I nodded, and released her paw, "sure." I sat back to look up at her as she started to leave, "next time come watch it with me. I'm not the best of company, but that's better than nothing, right?"

She didn't answer.

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"Jemima?"

"Mm-hmm..."

I shifted a little, my face coming level with hers, partially to watch her expression as my fingers explored her hot, wet sex, "baby, why do you keep coming back?"

"Huh?"

"Jemi, baby," I smirked a little, "you're still capable of thinking. Answer me, baby."

She twisted a little as my thumb teased her, "what... what was the question?"

"Why do you keep coming to me at night?"

"I like... Oh! Do that again..."

"Baby, is it just the sex?"

She moaned, "Rumpus!... Tugger..."

"It it only because of the way I fill you up and fuck you dry?"

"Everlasting Cat!"

"Jemi... Baby... are you listening to me?"

Shit.

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I sat with my elbows resting on my knees, staring out across the junkyard to where the sun was starting to rise over the horizon. Soon it would reach the reflective surfaces strewn around the junkyard and my eyes would be rewarded with a firey melee of colours. My ears perked up as I heard a sound from behind me, and I was glad to have resisted the urge to turn around when a slender female form sat down a metre or so to my left. "You decided to take me up on my offer?"

I saw Demeter shrug from the corner of my eye. "Misery loves company," she said.

There was still a few minutes to wait before the riot of colour I was outside to watch, so I turned slightly to face her with a sudden question that seemed to pass my lips of it's own accord, "why are you always so jumpy?"

She looked genuinely startled, "what do you mean?"

I sprawled back into a halfway lying-down posture and nodded to her, "you almost jumped out of your skin the other day, and the first time I saw you here you ran off before I could say anything."

"The other day you -tackled- me," Demeter retorted, as though the reason should be obvious, "and the others are calling you a -pirate-, what was I supposed to think?"

I grinned, Ok, so the queen had a point. "Alright, the first day then."

"I saw somebody I didn't want to speak to, it had nothing to do with you."

I shrugged, "what about before I left the junkyard, then. You nearly died any time somebody even mentioned Macavity."

"Yes, he's -scary-." She made a face, "and I used to be a street-cat, you hear stories."

"Yeah, I hear a few of them myself," I frowned, "what about Munkustrap?"

Demeter's face fell, "what about him? Or... I suppose I should say 'what did he tell you'?"

"He told me he left you." I paused at her skeptical look, "uh... OK, he told me you were a frigid paranoid bitch."

"He and I..." she shook her head, "I don't want to talk about it. The sun's rising properly now."

"Alright babe," I returned to my original position to watch the sun as it's rays started to change with all the colours reflected in the junkyard, "but I'll be here for sunset."

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"Can you actually use that thing?"

"Hn? The cutlass?" I glanced down at the sword hanging from my belt. I'd gotten used to carrying it around with me on board the Flying Cutlass, and kept forgetting to take it off now that I was back in the junkyard temporarily. "If I couldn't use it why d'you think I'd carry it around for?"

Munkustrap shrugged, a small smirk crossing his face, "how am I supposed to know what you think?"

"Years of friendship," I replied haughtily.

"You're talking shit."

"See, I knew you were going to say that." My grin stretched across my face in a derisive smile, "it's an inbuilt defense so you don't have to admit that you like me."

"Whoa, hey, not this again," he held up a paw, "you start hitting on me and I'll choke you."

"Lighten up, fucker, you're not my type... I don't like tabbies."

"Actually, I've been hearing something of the same." Munkustrap gave me a look, a small knowing smile, "somebody been keeping your bed warm at night?"

I smirked, "what makes you think I'm worried about my bed staying warm, Munkus?"

"Come on," Munkustrap raised an eyebrow, "I know something's going on with -somebody-."

"Oh yeah? How exactly?"

"I walked past your den last night, heard the unmistakeable sound of a couple of animals rutting---"

"Rumpus, now who's the one who needs to shut up?"

"---and now I want to hear about this hot peice of meat you're screwing."

I closed my eyes and leant back against the side of the junkpile that boxed us in, "hmmm... well... she's an old lover of mine. Small, round breasts, shapely hips, and a tight, squeezeable ass."

"Has she got a name?" Munkustrap needled, "or perhaps a decription that's a little more comprehensive?"

"Fine, I'll give you the description. Demanding bastard."

"You know I am."

"She's short, delicate, pretty face, and a lot younger than I am." I grinned, knowing the lack of solid information was starting to annoy him, "she's mainly a light dusty black, with spots of white, and a bib that accentuates her tits. Splashes of black, white and red in her head-fur. Blue eyes."

I opened my eyes to watch Munkustrap as he digested the information and came to a conclusion. "You're screwing Jemima?"

"That would be her. Heaviside, she's so tight it's almost painful..."

"No doubt you'll be helping to loosen her up a bit, right?" Munkustrap smirked, "but I'm interested to know... you said she was an old lover?"

"I was her first," I nodded, "years ago."

"Back... when she was still a kitten," Munkustrap pointed out, and shook his head, "not even I'm that perverted."

"Hey, she came to me. She was a fuckin' little tease now I think about it," I glared at him, "and she was old enough, thankyou."

"Allright. Whatever. So are you two just fucking or is there something more going on?"

"No," I admitted, inwardly a little ashamed to be telling the truth, "she's just a good fuck. Like Bombalurina is to you."

Munkustrap grinned, "I'll have you know we're in a legitimate relationship."

"As you said before," I noted, "but I haven't seen much proof."

"We have an understanding," Munkustrap elaborated and lay back against the ground, hands behind his head, "she doesn't fuck anybody else unless I say she can."

I gaped at him, the corners of my mouth slowly lifting up as I started to laugh, "Everlasting Cat you -are- a misogynist, aren't you?"

"And you dabbled into what others could call pedophilia," Munkustrap replied with a slightly smug expression, one that wiped the smile right off my face, "so I reckon we're about even."

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"Why do you stay friends with him?"

I looked away from the last dying rays of the sun and at Demeter, not sure for a moment whether she'd actually spoken or not. "With who, sweets?"

Demeter spared a glance in my direction before turning back to watch the pink as it faded from the sky, "Munkustrap."

I considered the question with a frown. "I don't know. I guess maybe because we've been friends forever, since the both of us were kittens. We only really got closer after we grew up though, I was the only one he could relax the Mr. Reliabilty act around, and he was the only tom willing to put up with me. That sort of shit... I mean stuff."

The look she gave me was indulgent, and mixed with a half smile, "I have heard it before, you know. Don't stop swearing around me because you're afraid of offending me."

I shrugged to indicate that I would agree with her, "alright babes, but I have fuck-all when it comes to manners if you let me talk how I want."

"You didn't answer the question."

"Didn't I?"

"No."

I paused and ran a paw through the thick golden fur on my shoulders. "I... he's... do I have to answer this?"

"Yes." Damnit, I could swear I saw her smirking.

"He's always listened to me. No matter how fucked up what I'm saying is. Usually because he's always done worse, or... shit, I'm sorry."

Demeter smiled slightly, "don't worry about it."

"No, you shouldn't have to know..." I paused a moment, realising how stupid what I was saying was, "uh... how much of a dickhead your ex is."

She laughed. "No, please, go ahead," Demeter grinned, her arms wrapped around her knees, which were pulled up under her chin so that her head could rest on them, "I'm sure you two have spoken about me at some stage."

"He's an asshole, Ok," I waved a paw, "forget about it."

"No, I want to know."

"Hey," I shifted uncomfortably, "I'm not comfortable talking about shit like this, Ok?"

"But you're perfectly Ok with discussing in detail how good your latest conquest was?" She raised an eyebrow, "I'm not as stupid as some of the other queens. I know how toms talk."

"Yeah." I frowned, and noticed that the moon had already started to rise. "Yo, tomorrow morning?"

"I'll be here."

I stood and started to walk off, making a note of how she stayed sitting, looking up at the sky.

###

Jemima's body was soft and pliable, and my fingers gently kneaded her flesh as I came down from my high. She lay sprawled out on top of me, trembling a little, breath still unsteady. I'd really worked her over this time... mainly because she'd arrived later than usual and I'd had the time to get good and horny.

"Jemi..." A large paw slid between us to cup one of her small tits.

"Mm?"

"How do you feel about going again?"

"Heaviside... you've got to be joking."

Well, there goes that idea. "Baby... please?"

"No." Jemima frowned against my chest. I couldn't see her, but I knew she was doing it.

"You don't have to do anything, just lie there with your legs open."

Jemima pushed her paws against my chest and pulled herself up so that she could look down at me, "no!"

"Come on, baby."

"I said no."

"Fine. Just give me a kiss then," I sighed, trying not to smirk.

Jemima leant down and pressed her lips to mine, only to become distracted as I wormed my tongue into her mouth. I moaned. Yes... that was better. Heaviside... much... much better. She glared up at me.

"Rumpus... I'm sorry, baby," I grinned down at her lazily, "I must have... slipped."

"You bastard. Fine, get it over with."

My tongue traced a line up her neck, "Jemi, thankyou baby."

She was moaning with me at the end.

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I woke up later than usual and walked outside only to realise the sun had already been up in the sky for hours, and it took me a moment to remember that the water barrel was no longer a useable source of water. A few minutes later saw me begging a jar of water from Jennyanydots, who then informed me curtly that she'd make arrangements for a water ration to be allowed for me.

I started to make my way back to the den, happily taking a large moutful of water every now and then. Whoever said a pirate only drank rum must have been blind drunk and raving mad.

I frowned as I caught sight of her standing outside my den, leaning casually against the wall, her red fur shining in the morning sunlight. Rather than chance having to speak with her I ignored the queen and walked directly past her and inside. Unfortunately the bitch took that as an opportunity to follw me inside. I tried my best to keep my temper, and failed miserably. She always seems to bring out the worst in me.

"I didn't see you around yesterday," Bombalurina commented prettily and reached out to massage my shoulders, "if I didn't know better I'd say you were trying to avoid me."

I shrugged her paws off and moved away, a sarcastic reply on my lips as I sat down and removed my cutlass so it wouldn't take a slice out of my thigh if I had to stand quickly, "well, gee, Bomba, whatever would give you that idea? Just piss off, babe."

She smirked and leant forward, drawing my attention to her breasts which were now level with my eyes. "I'm just trying to be friendly, Tugger, surely you must be aching for some hard body contact after all that time alone?"

I raised an eyebrow. "You've changed tack since last time," I said bluntly, "it's not working."

Bombalurina smirked, her paws suddenly either side of me, and a sultry look on her face, "a girl can try, can't she?" She pushed me back to the ground. I blinked, startled, not having counted on her being -this- forward.

"Listen," I held up a paw and tried not to growl, "you're starting to get obsessive, that's not a turn on, Ok? In fact, -you're- not a turn on--- big tits or not--- so just fuck off and leave me alone."

"Why? When I could have so much fun here..." Bombalurina dipped her head down, lips coming close to my collarbone.

"Did Munkus give you permission to try and get on with me?" I asked dryly and pushed her off me.

"Who was planning on telling?" She purred.

I stood up, and yanked her to her feet, then marched her towards the entrance to my den, "I've had enough of you and I'm only going to tell you one more time--- NO!" I shoved her away from me, a little roughly, but not so much that she'd still be feeling it later, "that's no, OK? N-o. No I don't need you, no I don't want you, and the only time I would ever fuck you is if I find myself smashed out of my head and you happen to be the only female within a ten-mile radius."

She glared at me, fists clenched, "you'll change your mind. There'll be a day you'll -beg- me for it."

"Fuck off, you slut."

Everlasting Cat, I sneer at her as she saunters off as though it were her own idea to leave, I hate that bitch. Heaviside, I hate her.

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"Yo, Munkustrap, you got the time to... uh..." I stop in my tracks, eyes widening just a little.

"To what?" The silver tabby asks, and stops what he's doing, "make it quick, Tugger."

Involuntarily my eyes wander over the scene in front of me. Munkustrap stands with his back to the entryway, paws holding Bombalurina's hips in place and she's bent over, head resting on her arms which are folded against one of the wooden planks that hold the wall together. She wriggles her ass, grinding up against him, and I can see with sickening detail what exactly is going on.

"Uh... nevermind, Munkus, I'll leave you to it."

"Whatever," Munkustrap slaps the side of her ass and Bombalurina squeaks in surprise, "and you, remember who's in charge here."

Bombalurina giggles, and my lip curls in disgust as she winks at me. That does it, I'm leaving.

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