It was hours later that she finally finished her tedious task. 
 Cursing herself for not doing it regularly, she trudged into her now 
clean room to relax.  

	The room seemed nothing special to the ordinary eye, although 
it was to her.  Her friends would wonder why she never showed them her 
room, it was embarrassingly small; and even the walls were bare.  The 
bed was immediately to the left upon entering, with it's soft plushy 
covers she could just sink into; and the pillow with its smooth satin 
pillowcase that felt so good against her fur.  There wasn't much else 
though, just a dresser and a bed stand.  "Oh well, I like this cozy 
little room," she thought.

	As she lied down on her soft bed and closed her eyes, the 
harrowing memories returned to her.  She didn't want to think about it, 
but somehow she couldn't avoid doing so.  Yesterday she was living a 
perfectly happy life, in her little way.. just like the robin she 
day-dreamed of earlier.  But it could never be that way again.

	She found herself hugging her satin pillow for what little 
comfort it had to offer, though it didn't help.  There was nothing that 
could help then, no way to escape a reality that simply was.  She 
sighed unhappily and shut her eyes tight, only to reopen them a moment 
later to glance at the small alarm clock resting peacefully on the bed 
stand.  "8:06 PM" it read.  She'd spent more time cleaning than she 
thought.  So long that she forgot her promise to Jiz.

	Lying there over the course of the next hour she could do 
nothing but think to herself.  Her thoughts were periodically 
distracted by the odd daydream, but they always led back to the same 
thing: the entities and the uneasiness.  It wasn't until the next hour 
began that she remembered her obligation.  Lifting the phone, she 
pushed the same seven digits she knew so well, and waited.  "Maybe I 
really did need more time to think things over" were her final thoughts 
before she heard the familiar voice.

	"Heya Shike!"

	The miracle of call minder, he knew who it was before she even 
uttered a word.  Just hearing her name spoken by her love helped 
alleviate her mood, as it always did.  It did so just enough to allow 
her to feign perfect happiness.

	"Hi, you all set to come back over here?"

	She caught just a hint of a purr before his answer, "Of course, 
always ready for you babe!"

	"Hm...  That's nice to know..." she churred, almost happily.

	A few more minutes of conversation and he was on his way..

	It was another half hour alone with her thoughts til he 
arrived.  It wasn't a time she particularly enjoyed, for it was another 
half hour of the uneasiness she was denying herself the motive of.  She 
decided she'd probably never enjoy being 'alone with her thoughts' 
again after that day.  But when he finally arrived, the relevancy of 
this vanished.

	She hurriedly let him into the building after she was buzzed 
over the intercom.  She still felt her lust for him from earlier, the 
lust that went so bitterly unnoticed.  The time for seduction was over, 
even though it was never recognized as such, she'd set up a cute little 
trap for him, she decided..

	Leaving the door open just a crack she hurried back to her 
room, only to leave that door equally ajar.  She removed her shirt and 
bra, revealing her less than full breasts in all their limited beauty. 
 She positioned herself on the bed, waiting to pounce the moment he 
would enter the room.  "Yup, de ol' feline hunting instincts still 
reside within me somewhere!"

	Not a second too soon, for she immediately heard her apartment 
door open, and shortly after close again.  "Hey babe!  Where are ya?" 
came the shouting voice of the one she loved so dearly.

	"I'm in my bedroom!" came the voice of the now playful kitty, 
as she recoiled further to add strength to the jump.

	Followed shortly was the sound of her main closet opening, and 
shotly closing after again.  Thinking out loud to herself she spoke 
"Hurry, please hurry, this is starting to hurt..."  Followed shortly 
was the sound of her kitchen fridge opening and his voice again "Be 
there in a minute!" causing another depressive sigh.

	She lied back down on the bed and cuddled back up to her 
pillow, just as she had been doing earlier.  She knew he'd be a lot 
longer than a minute, he always was.  She was so worked up anticipating 
what she'd be doing with Jiz that she was already quite aroused, and 
she had to be satisfied somehow..  Only one thing to do, since her 
pride kept her from just screaming "Get yer fuzzy ass in here!"

	She felt her hands wander up across her stomach, towards the 
nipples that were already protruding from the fur around them from her 
arousal.  As they trailed against the grain of the fur, she had to 
admire the irony that she was going to do this while her lover was so 
close.

	The thought evaporated as she first stroked her fingers over 
her chest.  The erotic feelings, although not intense yet, swept over 
her body.  She played with the nipple using one hand and massage the 
area of her entire breast using the other, then eventually shift to the 
other.  She always started that way, simply because she couldn't think 
of a better way to start.  She also wanted to take it slow in case Jiz 
finally did decide to venture in, so she resisted the rising temptation 
to simply reach down to her pussy and bring herself to a fast intense 
climax as she certainly felt like doing.

	She was soon humming from the gradually increasing pleasure.  
Devoting a single ring finger to each nipple, she allowed her hands to 
slide through her own chest fur.  The feeling of each strand pushing 
into her breasts in turn was very erotic itself..  The feeling of 
warmth, and wetness, between her legs was slowly intensifying.  She 
decided to momentarily take her hands away to remove the rest of her 
clothes, only to return attention to herself the next instant.

	Whatever Jiz was doing, he was sure taking his sweet time doing 
it.  She couldn't help but eventually give in to her own predilection, 
it was his loss anyway.  Sliding her hands slowly and gracefully down 
her stomach and moaning pleasurably she prepared herself for what was 
to come.  Still taking it as slow as she could possible bear to, she 
traced her outer lips with her fingers producing a more intensely 
erotic passion.  She fantasized about her love, since he wasn't going 
to be there in reality.  It wasn't herself fingering her wet crotchfur, 
but him.  No, it was his tongue, she decided.

	Simply the thought of him pleasuring her rather than herself 
added to the intensity.  Even her own powerful love-scent turned her 
on.  She found herself moaning both higher and louder.  She tried her 
best to stifle herself, but to no avail.  It just felt so good!

	She slid her fingers over her slit, then into herself.  She was 
already nearly at orgasm from the teasing she had done to her upper 
areas.  She enjoyed the feeling of of that warmth around her fingers.  
Of course the maddeningly intense pleasure coming from her inner lips 
was first before all else.  She pictured him again, his cock rock hard 
and lowering into her.  It was the thought of taking him in all the was 
to his furry sheath that finally pushed her past her threshold of 
pleasure.  The orgasm washed over her like a cascading wave of 
pleasure, forcing her to shiver momentarily and let off a final shriek 
of ecstacy.

	It didn't matter that she was probably heard.  Nothing seemed 
to matter.  She didn't know if it was the lingering erotic feelings of 
her own masturbation or simply the exhaustion that caused the haze she 
felt.  All her problems, all her important thoughts disintegrated in 
that haze.  It was almost as valuable to her as the intense feelings of 
a moment earlier.  That's why she wasn't offended by masturbation, it 
could have value as relief of mental stress, all depending on how she 
looked at it.

	Smiling contentedly she pulled the pillow back into her.  
Despite the sweat matting her fur slightly all over, and despite the 
feeling of her slit being still wet underneath her, she felt perfectly 
comfortable with that pillow.  She laughed softly at the thought of it 
making a good permanent replacement for Jiz.  Why wasn't he here, he 
must have heard her? Hell he could probably smell her by now.  Well 
there was no need for pride now that the deed was done.  "Get yer fuzzy 
ass in here!"

	There was no answer.  She waited, but in vain, for the 
situation remained constant.  Her blissful haze was broken instantly by 
her intruding worry.  Her apartment was small, so sprinting to the 
kitchen within it took her only seconds.  He was there, perfectly calm, 
perfectly serene.  He knelt, starring off to nowhere in particular.. 
the door of the refrigerator remained open, spilling its icy breath 
onto his legs.  It had no effect on him, it was as if he was in a 
trance.

	Shike eyed him for a moment, wondering what was the matter.  It 
dawned on her, slowly and cruelly.  "Oh no..  Oh god no..  Is this what 
I looked like when..."

	And the cause of her uneasiness was clear.  Although she 
wouldn't admit it to herself, she knew this was to happen.  The final 
words spoken by the entity echoed through her mind: "The one you love 
the most.."

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	She waited..  What else could she do?  He was compleately 
inert, just as she had been during her own such vision.  Five minutes 
passed, ten, an eternity.  She finally went off to the bathroom, she 
needed to be washed, especially her wet crotch fur.  It pained her to 
leave him there, but she knew what it would be to get those fluids out 
after they dried..

	She grabbed a face cloth and used it to wash that tender area. 
 She knew the purpose of his vision, he'd be told the name of the one. 
 So now since she wouldn't say the name of the evil, he'd have to use 
the name he'd be told.  But then the Evil would hear and gain dominance 
over the one and... cause the black apocalypse.. it was so confuzing!

	But why did either have to happen?  It wasn't truly necessary 
was it?  They could both continue their lives as if nothing happened, 
choosing never to use either name.  She thought about it..  Perhaps she 
was in denial, but she couldn't think of a reason why it wouldn't work 
out.  All she'd have to do is convince Jiz, which she'd get the chance 
to do very shortly.

	Returning, she found him to have just come back to his senses, 
just rising from the floor.  He spoke to her, but not in his usual 
contagiously cheerful manor;  He was just as depressed now as she had 
been earlier that day.  "Shike..  I had a vision, I..  Why aren't you 
wearing anything?  Forget it.. I don't know if you'll believe me, but I 
was told the name of The One.."

	He'd never hide or sugar-coat anything from her.  He always 
said everything straight out, allowing her to have perfect trust in 
anything he said.  She replied "I thought so.  But I'll never say the 
name of the evil, I don't care about the people, I can't feel for them, 
I don't know them."

	"So..  You're the other person.  The one who knows the cursed 
name.  You have to Shike.  If you can't do it for them, do it for me, 
I'd hate to cause all those deaths, or worse.."

	"You didn't even know..  Oh god.  It doesn't have to be that 
way don't you see!?  The apocalypse isn't a necessary thing.  We can 
just go on living like we were, just like.."

	Her voice trailed off to thought; "Just like the little 
robins..  Oh please understand.  You must know what this means to me.  
All I want now is my life back, my little, irrelevant, quaint life."

	"You may be right.  We'll see Heth tomorrow ok?  She always has 
good advice."

	She didn't know he spoke with the cousellor regularly, she 
never saw Heth at all before that day.  But now wasn't the time to ask, 
it wasn't important.  She led him to her room where they'd usually 
cuddle for the night, though it would be so much different now.  The 
way he talked, trying to convince her to use the name she knew..  as if 
he wanted the holy apocalypse.  But if he did, and wasn't willing to 
forgo it for her sake, she knew she'd have to hate him.  That thought 
hurt so much, she didn't want to hate that which she loved so.

	As they entered into the room, she noticed him breathing 
deeply, as if he was trying to identify a scent.  "Oh god.." she 
thought as she realized it was innevitable he'd figure it out.  And so 
he did; "Shike!  While I was having a vision!?"

	She felt so guilty..  letting her passions cloud her judgement 
like that.  Now that she thought about it, it really was something to 
be ashamed of.  She was about to give a heartfelt apology when he 
simply stuck his tongue out playfully, slipped off his shirt, and leapt 
onto bed.

	Chuckling happily she joined him.  It wasn't funny to her, but 
she'd humor him.  It wasn't his fault she couldn't see humor then, just 
her lingering depression.  Slidding under the covers with him she felt 
the mattress against her, though it wasn't soft as the covers were..  
but Jiz was.  His chestfur was so fluffy, she could just bury her 
muzzle in it, and she did.  She wasn't in the mood for love making 
anymore, just loving.  Jiz wouldn't mind, even though he knew what he 
had missed.  Her love scents were a constant reminder.

	A furry arm reached across her back and pulled her closer to 
him, she retuned it by slipping an arm under his waist.  Their eyes 
were closed..  she couldn't help but blush under her fur when she 
realized she was still naked, but this concern faded.  It faded as 
another haze came over her, one from both love, and the gradual losing 
consciousness into the rubicon of sleep.  She didn't think she could 
ever be happy at the end of this day, not since the vision that started 
it all.  Although, with him so close to her, and perhaps her troubles 
soon to end, she couldn't help but be happy.

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