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“One Rainy Day”
By Lien
CAPE SUZZETTE: 5:57 am
Puddles of rain.
In the early morning dawn, nothing much stirred aside from the puddles.
The City is covered with a blanket of rain. It is early in the morning, but the weather and time have no meaning to this sprawling landscape. The buildings arch upward. Hiding the Citizens who dwell within. Higher and higher they climb. Reaching heights unimagined a century earlier. Quiet. Unfeeling. These giant barricades serve as protectors. Stoic, the towering behemoths are totally unaware of the environment. Below, in the very bowls of these buildings among the lanes of traffic, a lone blue coloured car drove fast --- too fast -- down a narrow, one lane road.
“---is all he had to say. And now, it’s over to Michael Bird, for the weather report.”
“Thank you Ann. And Goodmorning to you all, it’s great to see you on this rainy Saturday morning. Unfortunately for all those who wanted to have some out door actives this weekend, Mother Nature isn’t being kind to the city. It would seem that the rain that has been troubling the Suzzette Golf Tournament for the past two days, will unfortunately be continuing over the weekend, with heavy thunder storms continuing up until Tuesday. On Wednesday, the storms will lighten up and will continue until Thursday and we shouldn’t see Mr Sun Shine until at least Friday. Our weather stations show cloud build up on the eastern area of the city. They believe that the clouds will linger over the city, before the sea winds blow the storm northwards. That’s all we have for now, see you tomorrow at the same time of 5: 57 for the weather report. And who knows, maybe the rain might lift early. Good B ----”
Rebecca Cunningham turned the radio knob off, plunging the entire car into silence, except for the humming of the engine and the rain drumming loudly on the roof. Lightning lit up the night sky, and the thunderclap that followed actually made Rebecca jump, and she nearly lost control of the car. She eased of the accelerator a fraction, just as the car careened over a slight raised section of the road, sending the vehicle into the air for a split second, before bouncing back down on the road with a shuddering jolt.
Rebecca sighed as stared out through the rain-slashed windows. She hated coming to work on the weekends, but, business was business, and Hire for Hire had cargo to deliver by a deadline. When Baloo and Wildkat came back from their delivery up North, she’d have a lot more work for them to do. It won’t make Baloo happy, but then again, it didn’t make her happy ether, and she had to do it.
Staring forward, past the flick, flick, flick of the windshield wipers, Rebecca saw the black silhouette of the tall building, looming in the distance, and she eased of the accelerator, slowing down. Putting on the indicator, Rebecca brought the car into first gear and turned right, pulling into the driveway of Hire for Hire.
Steeping out, she held the morning’s newspaper above her head, as she dashed across parking lot to the front door. She stuck her key into the lock, turned it, and opened the door. She rushed ins and and closed the door, and shook form the cold.
“Brrrr,” she cried out, shaking some water from her fur, as she tossed the newspaper in the trashcan. She strode across the office towards her desk, where today’s paper work lay, awaiting her.
Somewhere upstairs she heard a door slam, and someone walking down the hall. “Morning!” Kitudkiudkicker called out.
“Morning Kit,” Rebecca called back, as she sat down in her chair, and pulled out a list of things to do. Kit came around the corner of the stairs, wearing a rain coat, as he jumped the last six, landing on both feet, he waved a hello to Rebecca.
“Where’s Molly, Ms. Cunningham?” Kit asked, looking around for the young girl.
“Molly’s having a sleep over with some friends for the weekend, Kit,” Rebecca replied without looking up. “So for the weekend, it’s just going to be you, me, Baloo, and WildKat.”
“Okay,” Kit said with a nod, “I’m going down to the store to pick up some supplies, do you want anything?” Rebecca just shook her head. “Fine,” Kit replied, before bolting out the front door. “See you in an hour.” The door slammed shut and he was gone.
He was gone for no longer than six minutes, before the phone rang. Rebecca picked it up before it’s second ring. “Hire for Hire, Rebecca Cunningham speaking.”
“Becky!?!” A deep voice shouted out over the roar of rain.
“Baloo?” Rebecca replied, an eyebrow raising. “What is that noise?”
“A Cyclone!” Baloo called back. “Or something close to it!”
“Is the Sea Duck okay?”
“She’s fine!” Baloo roared back, as thunder roared in the background, “And thanks for your concern for Wildkat and myself!”
“When can you guys get airborne!” Rebecca asked, drumming a pencil on the tabletop.
”Not until Monday,” Baloo answered. Rebecca’s eyes widened, and she shot straight up, the chair she was sitting on was set sliding into the cupboard behind her with a loud ‘thwack.’
“MONDAY!?!” She shrieked. “Baloo, you have deliveries to do, I need you here!”
“Well, as soon as you figure out how, I’ll be more than happy to, Becky!” Baloo replied. “As for the moment, flight control has grounded all aircraft down here, until the storm clears.”
“That’s… that’s…!” Rebecca couldn’t argue. She instead grunted in frustration, and slammed down the phone. She held her head in pawspaws, and sighed, rubbing her forehead. Now she’d have to call all their customers and inform them of the delay on the shipments of their cargo.
Stupid storm.
She walked over to get her chair, and then sitting down, began to call the customers one by one, informing them of the delays. Most were understanding, some were rude. By the end of it, she was frustrated, and angry.
She leaned down, and opened the very bottom drawer of her desk, and pulled out the whisky flask. She unscrewed the cap, and took a big swing. She gasped out loudly, and then repeated it again.
The flask was almost empty as the front door was flung open, and in came Kit, carrying two brown paper bags filled with groceries. He kicked the door shut with his foot, and hurried up stairs.
“Hey, Ms. Cunningham,” Kit called out, pulling back the hood of his raincoat. “I’m back!”
“Kit!” Rebecca called out, as she placed the flask on the desk. Kit paused, half way up the stairs. “There won’t be any deliveries this weekend, Baloo and Wildkat are stuck up north because of the weather.”
“What? Aww man!” Kit moaned. “Me an’ Pappa Bear had some fun things planned for Sunday, too.” He then shrugged. “Looks like it’s you and me for he weekend Ms. Cunningham.” Then, he was gone.
That was brief. Just like all men in her life. Rebecca sighed and rested her head against her fist.
KRAKA-BOOOOOM!!!
The lights suddenly flickered, and went out. Rebecca swore, and got up. She walked out from behind her desk, and tripped over the waist paper basket, falling flat on her face.
“Are you all right down there Ms. Cunningham?” Kit called out.
Oh God, she’d just fallen on her face, “No, I’m not!” She called back.
“Hang on, I’m coming!” She heard his feet pounding across the ceiling, and then he jumped down the flight of stairs towards the bottom, a flashlight in hand. The beam flashed across Rebecca, lying on the floor, and Kit was at her side, helping her to her feet.
“Power’s out all over the place,” Rebecca muttered, looking out the windows towards the other building close by. “Are there any candles about?”
“We have some oil lamps in the utility shed,” Kit replied, flashing the beam at the window. Outside, the warped image of the shed could be seen through the rain-slashed glass.
“Just a second,” Rebecca said, heading over to the cupboard, “Let me get an umbrella.” She rummaged about, and then came out with a lime green umbrella. “Okay, let’s go!”
Opening the back door, they dashed across the path and through driving rain towards the utility shed. When they were half way there, lighting flashed, drawing their attention. Then the thunderclap that followed made Kit jump. So much, that he didn’t see where he was going, and tripped over a small stone on the path.
He landed face down in the water. Seconds later, something ran into his side. There was a shriek and something else landed in the water beside him.
“Damn it, Kit,” Rebecca cried, “What are you doing on the ground!?!”
“I tripped too,” Kit replied, getting up, “Now come on!” Kit got to the shed door first, and unlocked the door. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew down the path, and pulled the door handle from his grasp, allowing the shed door, to swing wide open with a bang. Rebecca hurried past him, and Kit walked hurried inside.
He quickly discarded his wet raincoat and Rebecca put down her umbrella. He turned around and closed the front door of the shed, struggling against the wind. It closed with a loud bang and quickly muffled the sounds of the storm raging outside, plunging the room into an eerie silence. He turned around, and looking about, walked into the centre of the room.
He flicked the flash light on and off a few times but stopped when no beam came from it. It must have gotten ruined when he fell into the water. He discarded it among the numerous items on a nearby workbench.
“Brrrr,” Rebecca shivered, “Now, where are these oil lamps?”
“They’re around here somewhere,” Kit said, feeling about in the dark for the many oil lamps they had. He grasped a spanner, a ratchet, a week old doughnut, and an oily rag, but no lamps.
“Well?” Rebecca asked.
“They should be here,” Kit said. Rebecca growled in frustration.
Thunder roared and echoed off the walls of the room. Rebecca’s feet slipped out from under her, and hit the ground hard. Kit moved forward to catch, bu, but tripped over one of Wildkats toolboxes, and landed on top of Rebecca. They lay there together in a tangle of limbs that was very nearly sexual.
Hmm, well, maybe not, but Rebecca's paw was certainly a little too close to Kit's crotch for his comfort. The rumbling continued for several moments as both lay there in the dark. “Great!” Rebecca grumbled into Kit’s left ear. Kit was up in a flash. He didn’t bother looking for the gas lamp, but instead tried to help Rebecca to her feet. He reached out to help her up, but his hands fumbled over her breasts, before reaching her shoulders. He froze in shock as he realised what he’d done, but it was too late. He felt her tense.
“I… I…” he stammered, trying to explain himself.
“It’s fine, Kit,” Rebecca replied, putting a paw on his shoulder. “It was an honest mistake. It’s so damn dark in here; I can’t even see my own fingers. Now, there should be an oil lamp around here somewhere.”
Kit began eagerly to search around in the darkness, hoping to leave that unfortunate incident behind him. He quickly found it, and lit the lamp, bringing light into the room once more.
“Got it,” he said triumphantly, turning around. He soon wished he hadn’t. Rebecca, like himself, was soaking wet. He clothes hung tight around her, expecally her breasts, and her nipples proudly stood out. She looked sensational, and he felt his heat pulsing, as well as a stirring in his pants.
He mentally slapped himself, and looked away. “Is something wrong, Kit?” Rebecca asked, placing a paw on his shoulder. Kit swallowed the lump in his throat, and shook his head nervously.
“N-no,” he replied, “Nothings wrong.
“You’re just upset about touching my breasts, aren’t you.” Kit nearly choked.
“It was an accident!!” He quickly blurted out, spinning around to face her. “I didn’t mean it, honest!!!”
“Do you have a girlfriend, Kit?” Rebecca asked.
“What the hell is that supposed to mean!?!” Kit cried out, his head jerking back.
“Do you have a girlfriend?” Rebecca asked again.
“No,” he replied.
“Then that explains why you’re so nervous around me.” She leaned in a little closer, and placed both her paws on Kit’s shoulders, holding him firmly in place.
“I—I don’t understand what you mean?” Kit said, his eyes darting nervously between both paws on his shoulders.
Rebecca leaned in close, so that her mouth was merely inches from his own. “You’ve never experienced sex.”
Kit’s eyes widened. Then narrowed, as he smelled the alcohol on Rebecca’s breath. She was slightly tipsy. “I think you’ve had one too many drinks, Ms. Cunningham,” Kit said, removing both paws from his shoulders.
“And I think you need to chill out, Mr. Nervous Nelly!” She said with a giggle, as she pushed hard on Kit’s chest. So hard, in fact, that Kit fell over backwards. He cried out in alarm, his arms flailing, as he tried to grab hold of anything that would break his fall.
He caught Rebecca’s sleave. With a cry of alarm, Kit fell over backwards, and brought Rebecca crashing down on top of him.
The lamp lay on its side, lighting up most of the room. Kit shook his head, and opened his eyes. Rebecca was on her paws and knees, hovering rigver ver him. Her face was only a few centre meters away. She had a soft smile, and blinked down at him.
“You know something,” she said in a smooth voice, as she crawled closer towards him, “I’ve never realised how cute you look, up close.”
Rebecca leaned in close. Kit stared back at her, his mouth hanging open, as he saw that her lips were just inches from his own. Then, she leaned in, and kissed him. Kit’s eyes bulged, and threatened to pop from their sockets. It was a passionate kiss, and completely unlike anything Kit had ever experienced before.
Kit sighed, as he gave into the sensation. His eyes closed, as he lay there, his boss on all fours above him, kissing him. Her lips were warm, and her tongue was smooth. Subconsciously, his right paw snaked its way up her arm, to brush at the fur on her cheek.
He once again, felt the responsive stirring in his pants. But this time, Rebecca felt it too. Her soft breathing suddenly stopped momentarily, and she tilted her head towards him.
Kit looked back up at her with a blank expression. He didn’t know how to respond to this situation. His bottom lip just trembled. Rebecca slowly smiled, and reaching out a single finger, placed it on his bottom lip.
“It’s okay, Kit,” she said in a smooth voice. “If you don’t want this, just say so.” He wanted to stop. He wanted to get up and get things back to normal. But he couldn’t. Nothing came out from his mouth. Instead, he just stared back at her, in the same stupid expression he had before.
Rebecca’s right paw snaked towards his pants, and suddenly, grabbed at his crotch and squeezed. Kit gasped, making Rebecca smile. He looked down at the bulge in his pants, and back to her face. She seemed genuinely impressed by the towering bulge in his shorts. “You like it when I touch you there, don’t you,” Rebecca said, ”And you are welcome to touch me wherever you wish and as often as it pleases you.” To illustrate that, she took his paw and placed it firmly on her left breast.
Kit then squeezed her breast and began to rub them, running his thumb over her already hard nipple beneath the wet fabric of her dress. Rebecca gasped suddenly from the sensation, and her eyes widened. Her right paw, brushed provocatively over the taut fabric of his pants between his thighs, before stroking it. Kit had to stop what he was doing, for what Rebecca was doing between his legs was breathtaking.
She then leaned back, and reached down, grabbed the bottom of her shirt, and pulled it off. She then reached around her back, and unclipped her bra, pealing it off, revealing her curvaceous fur-covered breasts to him. Kit just stared back at her, looking up in stunned silence at her naked, upper torso. She then reached down, encircling her arms around his back, and lifting him off the floor, hugging him to her chest.
The pulsing from his pants was becoming painful, for Kit as Rebecca rubbed her paws all over his back, while hugging him close. He could feel her nipples harden as they pressed into his chest. She let out a soft moan, as she tilted her head back to face the roof of the garage.
Her right paw glided up Kit’s spine towards bac back of his head. She gripped his hair, and pushed his face, roughly down into the thick fur of her cleavage. Once again, Kit was plunged into total darkness, but this time, he was surrounded by warm, furry heat. His breath was short and static, as seconds passed like hours, while Rebecca massaged his back with one paw, and the back of his head with the other.
Suddenly, Kit’s paw moved, to encircle Rebecca’s waist, and his fingers were exploring her back.e pae paw moved down to the fluffy tail, and squeezed. Rebecca moaned even louder. Kit was suddenly concerned for her; wanting to back off, stop this before it went any further.
But he was no longer in control.
He began to lavish kisses against her now heaving bosom, producing louder moans from Rebecca. Her teeth were gritted, as her fingers squeezed his buttocks, and swirled through his head fur.
Soon, he had to stop, the sensation was breathtaking. When he did, Rebecca’s paws were suddenly at his shirt, pulling it up, and over his head. In the blink of an eye, he watched as she tossed it aside. She then placed a paw on his chest, and then pushed him backwards down onto his back. She then tugged at his shorts, then pulled them off, leaving him clad in only his underwear.
She then rolled backwards onto her bottom, as her paws quickly tugged at the waistband of her pants, and with a quick flick of the wrist, they were off, revealing her panties. She then leaned back down, to lie on top of Kit. She encased him within her arms, and hugged him tightly to her chest, playfully rubbing her firm, well-formed breasts against his chest.
She ground her hips against Kit’s, their underwear keeping them from anything further. Kit returned her kisses with affection, while combing his fingers through longlong hair. Her lips were warm against Kit’s, and after a few seconds, she opened her mouth and extended her tongue. Kit did likewise and Rebecca responded by tightening her embrace, and they continued to exchange kisses. Kit moved his paws down her back, to grip her tail and to squeeze her buttock. Rebecca responded with moans, as she clasped him tighter to her chest.
Suddenly, Kit’s eyes flung wide open, as Rebecca gripped his arousal. He paused, long enough for Rebecca to rip off his underwear, exposing his naked body to her eyes. For a moment, he was stunned, not sure what to do, then, she reached down between his legs, and began to stroke along his length. His eyes closed and his head tilted backwards, as he let out a long, low moan of passion.
The pulsing between his legs became almost unbearable, when suddenly, she stopped. When he looked back up at her, she had discarded her panties, and now smiled a sly smile at him.
“…Please…” was all he managed to say. The words barely escaped his lips.
“Relax…” Rebecca whispered, as she pushed him down onto his back with one finger. She vented a soft growling, almost purring sound, as she leaned over him, letting her breasts slide along his chest. Her nipples, like fingers, drew paths on his body. “Are you ready, Kit Cloudkicker?” She asked.
“…Yesssss…” He hissed out softly.
She lowered herself down on top of Kit, his arousal pressing firmly into her belly. Kit gripped his errection, but was unsure, not knowing what to do. Then, Rebecca’s paw was around his, and she was there to guide him, into soft folds of heat. Warmth and silken, strong, and strange muscles enveloped him, and he heaved a shuddering breath.
The feelings Kit were experiencing were incredible, breathtaking. For a moment, nether one of them did anything, but just lay there, inside one another, gripping each other tightly. Then, Rebecca began to move. She began to move gently up and down, with a sort of rocking motion.
Kit moved his paws to her rear, and squeezed hard, which made her move up and down even faster, and made her breathing heavier. Kit moaned louder, as he felt her muscles tighten around him. Deep inside, Kit began to feel something stirring. A strange feeling between his legs, as Rebecca rode him. It began to grow more intense with every passing moment.
The same thing was happening with Rebecca. She was gripping him harder, panting against his face, pulling at him so he moved faster and harder and she clenched and growled and bared her teeth and that string wound tighter and tighter inside and when it snapped...
Her body bucked violently, spasming against him as her paws clenched, and her cry would have been loud in the small room save that it was drowned by the explosive thunderclap that followed. Kit moaned, as he slowly came down, and he was holding her, sweat cool in the night as they sagged together. Then slowly, they collapsed to the floor beneath them.
For some while they just lay there, still inside each other, both of them breathing hard. Rebecca’s breath stirred the fur on the top of his head. Then, kit was aware of Rebecca’s fingers, stroking the fur of his cheek, and he smiled.
“Thank you…” Rebecca whispered to him.
“…You’re welcome…” Kit whispered back. Rebecca waited a few moments, before pulling Kit’s mouth to her lips, and she kissed him again, and for a while they lay there.
Kit snuggled closer to Rebecca. Even with fur covering his whole body, it was not much protection against the cold morning air, but Rebecca's body was warm against Kit as they lay entwined: legs wrapped, huddled close enough that both could feel the steady drubbing of each others hearts, which kept in time with the rain, thrumming loudly on the roof of the garage.
In the early morning dawn, nothing much stirred aside from the puddles.
Puddles of rain.

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