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Kevin had gone from a guy who had just been cheated on by his wife to a man doted upon and banged by two sexy cat girls, their tails bouncing in the air as they led him to a table.
“Just wait here, honey,” Obsidian said as she turned away, heading towards what Kevin believed was the kitchen. He watched her go, her perky little ass wiggling as she moved toward the revolving door, her black tail bobbing up and down.
Turquoise, the cleverer of the two, sat across from Kevin fumbling with her prayer beads. She glanced up at him and as she smiled, her ears lifted ever so slightly.
“What are you thinking about?” she asked him.
“Just the choices I’ve made over the last couple days.”
While it had dawned on Kevin that he had seriously given up on ever living a normal life after what had transpired here, and while it was starting to dawn on him that he would never be able to see his old friends again, his brother, or anyone else that he’d known in his previous life, there was still some part of him that was excited by the change he had enacted.
There was also something fuzzy to everything he looked at, including Turquoise, who had hopped onto the table and was crawling over to him. She lifted a clawed finger and scraped it across his cheek.
“Shhh,” Turquoise said as she drew blood. “We were a little rough with you, and this is the only way we’ve kept you from dying from shock.”
She licked his wound, her sandpaper tongue rough against his skin. As soon as she did, he felt a sense of euphoria wash over him.
Kevin was in his happy place again, no longer worried about Centralia, the future effects of his supposed death, or the fact that he had no idea where he was. For all he knew, he was in the Southern Alliance, well past the border, smuggled out and being held hostage.
But was he being held hostage?
If you had asked him two minutes ago, he would’ve said yes.
Now he wasn’t so certain.
“You’re keeping me alive?” he finally asked.
Turquoise cocked her head at him. “Yeah, that’s one way to look at it. You were going to die, but we used our power to keep you alive.”
“And your power comes from...?”
“Yes, our power comes from our secretions. You could say it like that. Or you could call it our blood. Or anything else that is liquid from our body. Including our urine.”
“That is one of the strangest powers I’ve ever encountered. So you’re a Type I Class C? Or a Type II? Do you know?”
“You Centralians always like to rank and list things. It’s something I’ve noticed. It’s different where we’re from. The West has things that Centralia has never heard of or classified.”
Kevin nodded his head as a single drop of blood dripped down his cheek. “I can see that.”
“Don’t worry, Kevin, you’re one of us now.”
Turquoise scooted forward and brought her petite body into Kevin’s lap. She wrapped one arm behind his head and smiled at him, her little slit eyes enlarging as she dragged her claw against the back of Kevin’s neck.
“I’m not worried,” he said, dizziness coming over him. He could still sense Turquoise, her soft hairless skin, the way she moved in his arms, her light flowery scent, but he could no longer understand what she was saying.
And he was fine with that.
Kevin was in his happy place, or at the very least, a happy place.
