His First, Her Second

by Mini-Chobi

[First ever poem. Be nice] The first Mating Dance performed by a Jellicle means nothing. The second means everything. Victoria is about to discover how painful that fact can be. Limeish.

His First, Her Second

The first mating dance
Means nothing.
To Jellicles,
It merely means
You are of age,
You become a tom or queen.
You are no longer
A ball of fluff,
But a proper,
Mature,
Adult.

Victoria was no exception,
Plato was her first.
She cringes now
As she remembers,
Firsts really are the worst.
But the Jellicle ball
Is tonight,
And as far as she knows,
No other queen is in heat,
Tonight will yet again
Be her turn.

The second mating dance,
Means everything.
To Jellicles,
It signifies that you
Are picking a mate.
Are deciding who to spend
Your life with.

Unlike other queens,
Who had fretted and worried,
Victoria had
A clear idea,
Of who she wanted.
She gathered at the
Ball that night,
Her eyes on one tom.

She noticed,
Of course,
The many glances sent her way.
She giggled as usual,
As Tugger danced,
But her mind was elsewhere,
Wandering to
The tom.

Time,
Finally,
For the part
Of the ball,
Victoria
Had been pining for.
Seven toms circled her,
So different from
The first.
The second,
Means all.

Victoria smiles,
Leaping and twirling,
Opposite the direction of the toms
Were circling.
It soon becomes,
A whirlwind,
The toms seperate
Into two circles
Around Victoria,
An outer circle of four,
An an inside circle of three
And
Leap and run
In opposite directions.
Victoria
In the middle now,
Spins like a top.

Whirl, whirl, whirl
She stops,
Whirl, whirl, whirl
Sits and
Whirl, whirl, whirl,
Attempts
Whirl, whirl, whirl
To find him
Whirl, whirl, whirl
Admist
Whirl, whirl, whirl
The whirl of colour and
Whirl, whirl, whirl
Fur spinning around her.
Whirl, whirl, whirl
She smiles
Whirl, whirl, whirl
And hold her arms up
Whirl, whirl, whirl
Eyes closed,
Whirl, whirl, whirl
To the sky,
Whirl, whirl, whirl
To the moon
Whirl, whirl, whirl
The movement around her,
Whirl, whirl...
Slows,
Whirl...
Stops.

And she,
Opens her eyes,
Gazing at toms
In turn.
By her eyes,
They can tell
Which ones are dismissed.

Tugger falls back
From the outside circle,
Bemused,
But accepting.

Plato,
Pouts,
And drops
To the ground.

Tumblebrutus,
Almost laughs,
In relief.
He was still a kitten.

Pouncival,
Scrambles to
His friend Tumble
and they exchange grins.

Mungojerrie
Shrugs and
Skips to a waiting
Rumpelteazer.

Admetus
Slinks,
Quietly,
To the tire.

Mistoffelees
Suddenly realizes that
He's the only one left now,
And hesitantly,
Approaches
Victoria
With a look on his face
That said
"Me?"

She
Crawls
Towards him,
And
Lightly brushes
Against his leg.

He offers his hand,
And she takes it,
Pulling herself up,
Close to him,
Different from the first with
Plato,
But
Still
Eerily similiar.

She turns.
And Mistoffelees,
Shyly,
Runs his hands
Lightly
Like a feather
Down
To
The
Small
Of her
Back.

She shivered,
Backing into him,
Felt his hands on her waist,
Jumps backwards,
Onto his
Shoulder.
Just like
Last time with
Plato,
But so different.
She can feel his hands,
Wander on her fur,
His breath
Tickling the side
Of her hip.

They continue with the ritual,
And it is near the end,
She is bursting with feeling,
Smiling at the love of her life,
Her everything,
When she suddenly remembers,
And her smile disappears.
She turns away from
Him,

As Mistoffelees
Stretched beside her,
Relaxing,
Content,
Purring,
She sobbed quietly
As the rest
Gathered round.

Mistoffelees
Had never
mated before.
This was his
First.

It

Meant

Nothing

To

Him