Chapter 1

Consciousness returned to him sharply, so much so that his ears rang. It was as if he had fallen from the heights of life on the mortal Earth ... He opened one eye, sneezed, opened the second. He realized that he was sitting on something solid and uncomfortable; the tail is incomprehensibly twisted, clamped and sore. With a snort, he fidgeted in place and made himself comfortable. The gaze gradually cleared up ... Under it - the toilet, in front - the half-open door of the toilet stall. A second back there was something black, but Chubik could not be sure of anything now. Moaning, he rose and instinctively reached for his pants. They were dressed, and the belt fastened.
Chubik walked out, or rather, fell out of the booth and stared at the frightened, tattered fox in jeans and a striped shirt, one edge of which hung unfinished at the waist. "Just a mirror." - reassured himself fox. He tried to bring his appearance in order and went to the exit of the toilet, remembering on the way how he got here.

"A virgin? ..." - suddenly someone's sonic chuckle flashed in his head. A voice was unfamiliar, but Chubik heard it quite recently. Moreover, they turned to him then. I wonder who it was? And when? In the tradition of the worst tabloids the novels the memory of the fox refused to cooperate with its owner, waving only scraps of memories.
A small corridor brought him to the vast room of the bar: twilight, no visitors, only at the counter a huge wolf-barman diligently counted something and wrote down. Chubik went to him, swayed and flew into the table with chairs neatly folded on top. Chairs, of course, immediately turned down. The wolf looked back at the roar and made a surprised mine:
- Eh! Puppy, how did you get there? We are closed for a long time.
- I ... I do not know, honestly ... - Chubik hesitated, restoring order on the table. “Give me some water,” he added suddenly in a trembling voice, approaching the bar.

“You need to drink less ...” said the wolf, bending over a glass.
- What are you! I do not drink at all.
- Yeah! I remembered you right now, even though you were sitting there on the same day ... Non-drinker, your mother. - A glass of water hit the tree.
Chubik drained it in one gulp and asked:
- What did I do there?
- Here go home, sleep it off and remember! And I have to work. - The wolf angrily glanced at him.
Fox indistinctly thanked for the water and headed for the door. His thoughts were confused and elusive so much that he decided not to think about anything now and really get to the house, get some sleep. The street greeted him with fresh night air and silence. A pleasant breeze encouraged and raised a little mood. Chubik walked along the sidewalk - he did not forget his native streets, thank God.
The barman sighed and reached for the cell phone.
- He went out. Yes. Did not say. But next time I will kill you all, bitches !!

***

The other day, residents of Sunny Meadow were shocked by the terrible news: the deputy sheriff was killed, an honest dog, about whom no one could say anything bad. A little later they found the killer - the villain shot himself from the same gun in the forest, not far from the village. It turned out to be a missing boy, about whom nobody could say anything bad either. The father of the cub-killer refused to give any comments. Sheriff Barnsby said that everything is as always under control.
A month has passed, the news was forgotten, lost in the daily hustle and bustle. The guy was called a drug addict - a maniac. Posthumously.

***

- Hey, wait! - shouted from the dark. Chubik started and pricked his ears. The voice was the same, from the forgotten yesterday ...
A stunning Panther came out of the alley, dressed in a neat stylish leather jacket. Black wool, black clothes, black night ... Beautiful silhouette in the light of a street lamp. That was how it seemed to a bewildered fox.
- Do not you remember me, little fox? - She laughed, looking at his confused face.
“I remember your voice ...” he honestly admitted.
Sonorous laughter.
- Already not bad! Anything else?
- Not. But I do not mind remembering more. - Fox himself was surprised at his courage.
The panther hesitated, looked at him from head to toe for some reason with a sad look, but immediately smiled again.
- You in that direction? You do it, otherwise I’m afraid of one ...
- Of course, let's go.

They slowly went forward.
- What's your name? - asked Chubik.
- Hassiri. For you, Hussey.
- Me, I understand, you know ...
- Yeah. - Panther threw him a languid look. - Jerry, also known as Chubik. Modest, law-abiding fox ...
"And a virgin," Chubik added mentally. How does she know him?
“Can you explain anything to me?” - he grinned.
- Nah! - suddenly the panther stopped and nestled close to him. - Let it be a night of secrets ...
The fox caught her breath. Intimacy ... Smell, such that you can not imagine better. His tail twitched and froze.
“I know you much better than you think ...” Hassiri continued in a whisper. - I know how you feel now. You're a little scared. You ... - she looked him straight in the eyes - ... want me ...

He hugged her. And kissed. To hell with embarrassment, these stupid thoughts, this strange and so unknown evening ... She is here. Let her be a mirage, let the femme fatale or his death ... Nothing matters now. She answered. A passionate, long kiss, which only cats can do.

***

- Devilish! Burke! Hey, Burke !? - Leopard jerked off the headphones and moved away from the console. - This is Hussey! She spat on your bans and stayed there!
- What!? - I heard the noise of metal and in the low opening of the shelter a second leopard appeared, huge and menacing in appearance. His whole face was scarred, a strange symbol hung on his naked chest — a claw in a circle.
“There she is,” repeated the first cat, showing its paw to the extreme monitor.
Burke looked intently at the screen. He was silent, but the quivering mustache betrayed his rage.
- Double? He asked quietly.
- Took with you. Do not ask me why !!
Burke silently left.
The leopard sighed, put on the headphones and settled down comfortably - the scene on the monitor was planned for another ...

Chapter 2

Near the sidewalk, not far from the bar itself, stood an inconspicuous black car. If someone could look into his glove compartment, he would certainly see the graceful inscription: “Hussey. Always yours, O Giant! ” But no one saw it. And also on the dashboard of this car a compact camera was installed, curiously looking around the street, controlled remotely by an unknown operator. The camera servos hummed diligently, focusing the "eye" on something outside. There, retreating a little into the shadow, two figures merged together. The image quality was not up to par, the camera kept jamming now and then, but it was perfectly clear how these two, passionately kissing, turned into darkness and disappeared into a small public garden behind the bar building. The "eye" blinked annoyingly, but could see nothing more. Measured like dead.

***

He was not just seized by passion, he was as if drunk, as if he were not here. The dream that had tormented him for several years was realized by a black, flexible and dexterous lightning.
They plunged into the first shop, Chubik's paws instinctively, ineptly, but surely made their way behind the panther's jacket, covering the elastic hemispheres of the chest. Hassi issued a womb rumble, the same "murk", which speaks for the cat all. She burst out, rose above him, looking into his hazy eyes, smiling at the tip of his tongue, falling out of her mouth.
- Today you are my ... I will make you beg for mercy ...
And then she sank down, putting both her paws on his jeans. She stroked the hard knob, took up the belt, following the expression of the fox's muzzle. Chubik often breathed, he already understood that there were no panties on him. No waking up in the bar. He stood up, obeying the panther’s gesture, and two black legs quickly pulled the pants down, releasing his pulsating flesh. Night ...