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"I still say I liked your picture better in Metro magazine," the words rolled out of the girl's mouth like sticky marbles. She was somehow managing to sway alarmingly despite being seated and leaning on Jack's arm, all the while twittering like some vacuous bird. Maybe that wasn't being fair to the birds, Jack thought as he strained to bring his drink to his lips. Once again, the drunk cat managed to jostle him enough that he felt in danger of knocking a tooth out on the glass.

How did it come to this yet again? Jack wondered as he looked around the so-called "affluent" night club. Strobing lights shocked his retinas and thumping music assaulted his eardrums. He looked out on the entwined mass of drunken, sweating bodies writhing on the dance floor. And once again he was stuck in some booth with an inebriated harpy who was defying natural law by somehow making sitting feel like a workout. An exercise in patience if nothing else, Jack thought to himself with a frown. How did I get here?

Well, that story was simple enough, Jack invented the formula for an almost magical gene-altering drug that increased a woman's breast size without surgery or any detectible secondary effects. Praises of genius rained down on him from his peers and superiors, slingshotting him into some kind of celebrity lifestyle. Maybe that in itself wasn't his fault as much; the boob-job pill, as it was colloquially called, was something the media had jumped on like wild dogs over a steak. The fact that he was a good-looking wolf not yet out of his thirties didn't hurt either.

The reason he was able to attend to a bit of nightlife was a that a recent breakthrough by his coworker Lilly had given himself and his staff a brief reprieve from their current project's long hours, and it seemed like Jack would get a chance to enjoy a bit of social life again. But instead of a relaxing return to normalcy, Jack was just continuously reminded that he was famous for a sex drug. Nobody mentioned his work in gene-therapy for actual diseases; at best those only made an article in the periodicals read by other scientists. Though honestly, Jack would have preferred that kind of publicity in retrospect. He didn't like the attention he was getting from all the readers of these socialite rags, and it seemed like there wasn't a week that could go by without some pop-media element reminding everyone he was still single.

Friends had suggested he just find someone or other to pose as his girlfriend to at least stem the flow of suitors that flocked whenever he was recognized. Honestly, Jack didn't think it would matter as he looked over to his current escort and noted that yes, she was still drunkenly slurring words in his general direction. Maybe that was his fault, if only partially. Club owners practically creamed themselves whenever he made an appearance, insisting on unlimited credit for himself and his date of the evening. Not only did Jack bring the status of celebrity, he brought in waves of customers eager to bend his elbow. Although it wasn't his elbows that this girl seemed eager to bend...Jack grimaced at his own lame joke and made another go at his drink.

She had certainly started out well enough. Jack had met her at a store, and she had the most delicate pattern of black, tan, and white splotches. She even seemed passably intelligent, and Jack had glittered a smile and asked her out to a quiet dinner the next evening. The date had gone downhill quickly, as he realized they had little in common and less to talk about. Worse, the girl began to insist he drop his name at a nearby club, where she had downed drinks like it was the end of the world and ground inexpertly against his groin on the dance-floor. Jack tried to live up to the charming image the articles painted of him, and even attempted to get into the nightlife spirit and enjoy himself. But, before long he found himself here, sitting with another drunk bimbo who was still...oh no, wait. Jack glanced over and saw the calico girl had finally slumped over table. After quickly checking to make sure she was still breathing at least, Jack edged out of the booth and made his way over to the bar.

"Barkeep!" Jack called out as he sat on an empty stool at the edge of the bar.

A gruff German shepherd looked over and wound his way passed the taps and cocktail displays, "What's up Doc?"

Jack grinned despite his melancholy, "Heh, hey could you make sure the girl in that booth," he indicated the passed out cat, "gets home alright when she wakes up? And here's some more for anything she throws up on." Jack placed a small fold of bills on the bar.

"Nah Doc, my manager says your money's no good here, we'll see your girl gets home alright," the barkeeper motioned to push the bills back.

"I insist, and she's not my girl. I should have said to cut her off earlier" Jack shouted over the din of the music.

"Much appreciated, Doc," The barkeeper nodded and put the money behind the counter, "Let me pour you a new drink before you head out."

"Oh go on then, whiskey straight-up," Jack called and turned his gaze back to the dance-floor as the bartender went to get the booze. Well, it wasn't especially late, Jack thought to himself. At least I can get home and read a bit before going to bed.

But that's when Jack saw her.

His wandering gaze had made it back to the bar and he caught a glimpse of a lynx seated at the other end. She was wearing a tasteful cocktail dress that seemed neither overly showy nor plain. It was a glossy dark grey, making her speckled sandy fur stand out in the flickering lights of the club. But what caught Jack's eye, so to speak, is she had a black patch covering left side of her face. Jack quickly reprimanded himself for thinking that just because she had an eye-patch she must naturally be interesting. But, despite his brain's attempt to look at the lynx with practicality, Jack almost unconsciously started to get up from the stool to make his way over to her.

"Whiskey straight-up, Doc," the bartender called to Jack's turning side.

Jack shook his head as if from a daze and leaned over the bar top as he turned back to grab his drink, "Say, do you know who that lynx is there at the end of the bar?" He asked sideways so he could keep looking at her.

The bartender followed Jack's line of sight and grunted in affirmation, "Yeah seen her around every once in a while, has something to do with the DJ that plays here. Goes by the name of Alex or Alexa if memory serves, but she doesn't usually have too many guys asking after her. Still, if she looks good to you--"

But Jack wasn't listening anymore. He still couldn't break from staring at her as he reached into his wallet and placed another generous tip on the bar, not even turning to acknowledge the bartender's thanks as he started to make his way through the crowd clamoring around the bar. It was like the world had fallen away, and even though the bassy pulse still pounded, to Jack it seemed like it was from far off. The strobing lights seemed to be catching the lynx's tufted ears just for him, drawing him closer to her. Before he knew it, he was next to the girl, and roughly took a seat at her side.

Now that he was close, he could see that the girl was absorbed in a book, but she still bobbed her head and swayed her short tail slightly to the beat of the music. She didn't seem to notice Jack staring at her.

"Ahem," Jack cleared his throat gently as a part of his mind screamed at him to rethink his approach. What was he going to do? Spout pick up lines at this girl? What even attracted him to her in the first place?

"Ahem," he cleared his throat again in spite of his discordant thoughts, this time catching the girl's attention. She looked over at him and appraised him with an intense yellow eye.

Her dark lips tightened slightly in a reserved smile before she nodded to Jack, "Yes?"

"Um," Jack floundered. What was going on? He'd been with tons of girls before, many of them much prettier than this one. But, that didn't seem true as Jack struggled to find a reason to engage this girl. She seemed desperately beautiful to him in some unfamiliar way, her long fur waving gently in the currents of the busy night club,

"Well, it's just that this seems like an odd place to read a book." Jack almost winced as the words tumbled out of his mouth. She can read wherever she likes, he thought to himself sharply, who cares? I'm not being cool at all...

But the lynx nodded again and smiled a little more, showing her sparkling white fangs that hooked slightly over her bottom lip, "I'm not really here for atmosphere. My brother's the DJ and he wanted me to listen to his new tracks."

Okay, Jack tried to brush nonchalantly at a collar that felt like it was choking him, I'm not out of the game yet. Just be natural, complement her brother's music or something, "Oh yeah," he blurted, "Your brother seems really talented. Was that last one a new track?" This is stupid small talk...you idiot.

"Well, can I tell you a secret?" The lynx leaned towards Jack slightly, "I can't tell. All these songs sound the same to me," she said with a low chuckle.

I love her laugh, I should laugh too, Jack thought as he tried to smile in a way that made him seem charming, "Ha, well I won't tell if you promise not to let him know that I think it's way too loud in here."

"Mhmm," the lynx murmured with a slightly teasing expression.

"Aha, yeah so um...I was wondering...ah that is to say--," Jack's mind was failing him, the words caught in his throat as he tried to analyze the perfect combination of words to say next.

"Oh come on, Jack, that was the perfect opportunity to say, 'so would you like to go some place more quiet,'" the lynx interrupted his rambling.

Jack's eyes widened, "Oh, eh, you know who I am?" Stupid stupid, echoed in his head. Am I 14 again or something? What's wrong with me?

"I know your name and your face from the paper. Do you know who I am?" The lynx countered with a sly grin.

In his mind, Jack screamed for silence and stopped trying to analytically decide what to say. He was a scientist, and he wanted to appear smart at some point of the conversation, "I don't know who you are," he finally said in an earnest tone, "but I really want to change that. Would you like to step outside with me for a bit?"

The lynx smiled openly and snapped her book shut, and she walked briskly toward the side door leading outside as Jack followed. He tried to remind himself that he still had plenty of opportunities to completely blow this, but something deep in his gut said that this girl was special. Jack quickly downed the rest of his drink for courage as he walked and set the glass on a table near the door, then took a deep breath as he followed the lynx out into the cool evening air...

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Her name was Alexa like the barkeeper said, and Jack's fluttery stomach was slowly replaced by a giddy lightness as he spoke with her. The scientist part of his brain was still trying desperately to remind him he was too old to be feeling like this. But the rest of him was realizing that with all the years he had thrown into his career, he had neglected to try to have a real connection with someone. But Alexa...he found out that she managed the promotional side of a small music company, her brother being one of her clients. She was a couple years younger than himself. She liked classic literature. She liked pad-thai.

The more Jack chatted in what he hoped was an idle way, the more he wanted this girl. It was a feeling that his popularity had denied him, for so long it had been the other way around. It felt good to be the pursuer again.

"So, you never told me what the book was that you were reading," Jack asked as he leaned against the wall of the club.

Alexa smiled, Jack liked the way she smiled. It scrunched up bottom edge of her eye patch just a little, "Oh, Moby Dick. I never got around to reading it until now."

"Ah, I've never read it myself," Jack replied.

"It's funny, most people think it's just about the whole Ahab versus whale thing, but the beginning is this weird serenade to friendship between the narrator and this cannibal named Queequeg."

Jack loved her voice. He hadn't been able to tell in the club that it was melodiously rich, deeper than that tittering cat who had leaned on his arm all night.

They continued to chat for almost an hour until Jack saw her shiver against the intruding cold of the late night, "God, where are my manners, let's go get your coat," Jack began in an attempt at gallantry. But then, more hopefully, "and I can get a cab for you or...?"

Alexa smiled again, "or come back to your place, you mean?"

Jack grinned unabashedly, "I want to hear more about Moby Dick, you have me intrigued." She certainly did have him intrigued, but not really about some mad captain chasing a whale.

An odd look crossed Alexa's face, but only for a moment before she shrugged and made towards the side door of the building, "I just have to say bye to my brother."

A humid blast of hot air from the club welcomed them back inside. And Jack briefly wondered how Alexa planned to say anything to her brother with how loud the music was by the stage. Oddly, she took out a small flashlight from her bag and pointed it at the DJ. She flicked the light on and off quickly, the DJ looked up at the light and screwed up his face to see better. Catching the vague shape of his sister, he waved with one hand still on his music equipment.

"Was that Morse code?" Jack asked once they were out of the club and back into the refreshing night air.

"Well, our dad was something of a nautical nut. It's one of the reasons I've been on a boat theme lately. Also it's a good way to let my brother know when he's making an ass of himself onstage," Alexa smirked as they walked to the street.

Jack laughed good naturedly, "Kids these days and their electric music," he walked a few paces before he realized Alexa had fallen behind, "What's the matter?"

Alexa shifted uncomfortably, but there was a look of resolve on her face, "Look Jack, I want you to know that I don't have a problem with this," she gestured at the eyepatch, "but most guys do when they try hitting on the 'pirate chick.'"

Jack looked at her beseechingly and said, "I don't really know what you mean. If it's not rude of me to say, I think it makes you look unique."

Alexa continued to frown, "It's not the patch, it's the way my face looks underneath it. I've had too many folks try to get me home only to look disgusted when they see my face," she held one paw at the edge of the fabric.

Jack felt concern pitting in his stomach, and he realized it was because for the first time that night, she seemed like the vulnerable one, "Look, Alexa, I've been faffing about with nowhere relationships my whole life. You're the first one who's felt...real to me," Jack moved in closer, "You look beautiful to me like no one else has."

Alexa's expression softened slightly, and she looked like she believed him. But the iron wall of resolve retook her, and she casually pulled the mask off and looked into Jack's eyes.

Jack didn't flinch, even as he saw the patches of bare, mottled skin that wound their way around her eye socket. Her eyelid itself appeared to be sewn shut, and although the injury looked like it had happened a long time ago, the sight might have indeed put a few people off their lunches. But to Jack, he just saw another facet of her, something that set her against all the dime-a-dozen girls that bored him to the point of apathy.

As Jack continued to look on he noticed that she was shivering slightly despite her coat, but the look of determination didn't leave her face. He narrowed his eyes and with a swift motion put one hand behind her head and pulled her into a long kiss. Stars exploded behind Jack's eyes as he felt her quickly tensed muscles relax into him, and she murmured softly as his tongue met her's in a kiss that drowned out the evening just like when he walked to her back in the club.

Eventually Jack pulled away and saw Alexa's eye, a deep amber yellow, was glistening slightly.

"I...uh," Alexa calmly brushed under her good eye in an attempt at indifference, "I wasn't really expecting you to be into scars that much."

"I'm not into your scars, I'm into you," Jack said as he pulled her close for another kiss.

When they got back to his apartment, they were making out again. Jack practically tore off her clothes like he was trying to tear away all the wasted years and she was doing the same to him. Still half undressed, Jack made it to his bedroom, still kissing her furiously and groping at her body. But she held his hand still as he went to pull off her eye patch.

"I...I kind of want to leave that on," she said softly, one hand pulling his belt out from the loops on his pants.

Jack pressed his muzzle against hers before saying, "whatever you want to do." The moment did make him realize that his trousers we beginning to grow uncomfortable as his arousal increased with each passing second.

He undid his pants himself and sighed slightly as the pressure was eased from his swelling cock. Alexa had already stepped out of her dress and was fumbling with the back of her bra. Jack took a moment to look her over before moving close to help. Her long, dusty-toned fur was lined and spotted with a pattern of black, her stomach and chest a lighter color than the rest of her body. Her breasts were firm and prominent, filling out her lacy bra that begged to be touched. Jack did so briefly before reaching behind her to undo the clasp.

"I'm not sure I want to know how you're so good at that," Alexa chuckled as she stroked his furry chest.

"Mmm, urgency is the mother of dexterity I guess," Jack joked back as he pulled off his boxer-briefs.

Alexa looked down at head of his shiny black cock as it began to poke out of his sheath. Jack felt a moment of embarrassment that melted away as she ran a paw up the length. God, she was making him hard.

Without a word, Alexa kneeled and began to lick gently at his swelling member, encouraging it out and savoring the musky scent of his arousal. Jack's gaze fell lazily to the top of her head, and he massaged one of her large ears that ended in distinctive black tufts. Once Jack was murring contentedly with his throbbing dick fully erect, he lifted her up gently and laid her on his bed. He ran his muzzle over her body, kissing every inch that he desired and inhaling her smell. It was mellow and sweet, like woodfire and honey, and he drank in the feeling of her soft fur rushing past his sensitive nose. Jack tugged her underwear down as she moved softly against the covers of his bed. Her vagina was beautifully smooth, labial mounds puckered in desire and coated with fine velvety fuzz unlike the rest of her fur. Jack ran his tongue along her wet opening, flicking briefly over her clitoris and making her shudder in delight.

His cock throbbed in excitement as he pushed his tongue deeper into her pussy, feeling the folds fall against his tongue like satin. Soon she was grinding her hips in anticipation, and whispered softly, "I want you."

Jack practically lost it right there, and felt his cock jump as a trickle of precum ran down the base of his shaft. He moved slowly over her, casually wrapping an arm under one of her legs and lifting it. It opened her vagina like an eager pink flower and he pressed the head of his pulsing cock against the opening. She purred softly and wrapped her arms around his back, running her finger pads through his shimmering grey coat. He edged in slowly, feeling her tight opening with soft throbs of his own heartbeat.

He couldn't hold back any more, and slid in his length until it met the swelling bulge of his knot, eliciting a sharp gasp of bliss from Alexa. He drove in and out as pleasure traced around his cock and up the base of his spine. His tail swished excitedly as he fucked her, their moans rising to a chorus of longing. Her paws gripped his back as he angled upwards, brushing the head of his cock against her g-spot before driving all the way into her. Jack's tongue lolled out of his open mouth as he smiled ardently. He looked down at her wriggling form and wished he didn't need his other arm for support. He wanted to feel her body, he wanted to feel her cum.

And climax she did, moaning lewdly and clenching her raised leg, her toes curling in delight as sensation washed over her. Jack felt his member eager to join her, and kept pumping as deep as he could manage.

Her breathless voice reached his twitching ears as she purred, "I want you to knot with me."

Jack looked down at the beautiful lynx, his pirate lover. He adjusted his hold and moved her leg out farther, opening her vagina as far as possible. He gripped her leg and pushed his knot against the opening, a splatter of her nectar escaping around their coupling. She tensed slightly as he pushed the knot into her with a squelching pop, but she quickly relaxed gasping against the soft covers of the bed. Jack was in heaven, his cock throbbing like the loud bass of the night club. He pushed and bucked against her, the motion stimulating and squeezing his knot until it felt like he was going to burst.

He climaxed hard, a feral howl erupting from his throat as he humped into her. He felt the gushes of his seed exploding from his cock and filling her womb with passionate heat. She climaxed again with him and their fluids squirted out around his cock that felt like it was made for her pussy. His release finally slowed and still tied together by his knot they lethargically moved together to the top of the bed, working themselves under the covers with a damp, glistening trail along the top cover marking their path.

Jack's knot didn't seem to want to leave, and resolutely held her close as their legs intertwined. Jack brushed the long hair of her cheek tenderly as his tail folded over her like a fifth limb. Alexa stroked his fur gently as they steadily fell asleep looking into each others eyes...

To be continued...