(None of these chapters are going in any particular order. Some will have them as kids, some as teenagers. So, I hope you enjoy)

Watching my hooman grow is such a thing to see. She goes to High School now and is much, much taller. I remember as a kitkat how I'd crawl all over her and with such ease. Now, it's such a chore and feels like rock climbing, having to claw my way up, along those jeans. I need only get halfway before she gets too sore and she picks me up to cuddle. Who said having a hooman was any easier than having kittens?

Hooman Robin pays more attention to me than anyone else in the house, mostly because mom and dad hooman just think I'm old and a 'fleabag'. If it weren't for Robin, I'd have left by now. I needn't put up with that kind of thing. There are plenty of old ladies on the block I can pester and they could give me shelter, a seating by their fireplace and a full course meal with no doubts about it. But I stay, for hooman Robin.

Buttercup frequents the house less so now, but when I do see her, I yeowl rather loud. I dash downstairs to greet my hooman's friend. I make a fuss, just like any parent would, as if she were a second child I'd never conceived. Of course, I hadn't conceived Robin either, but that's not the point. They were like my babies.

Buttercup and Robin were going to go out for the night. I could smell the eagerness for vacating the premises to seize the night. Yes. I understood that feeling. When it's spring, all the critters come out from hibernation and the wide fields become a buffet. I do love a good hunt. Were they going hunting. Could I come?

"Meow"

The powerpuff lounged on the sofa, as Robin went up to apply a last bit of necessary detail to her outfit. The tomboy's own consisted of a leather coat, one I myself was particularly fond of, some bootleg trousers, doc martins and a light green shirt underneath. Her hair was down and it curtained behind her ears rather nicely and there was a natural smell from her I always deemed very pleasant. I don't like perfumes. They're an offense to the nose. The tomboy reached down to scritch-scratch my head and I purred and moved into her approvingly, my tail reaching up to brush her face. From what I was beginning to understand as of late, what with Robin preening herself up (a usual course of action when animals try to attract the opposite sex) and displays of affection (more subtle than years previously), that darling Robin saw the raven haired hooman as a potential mate. It is something I don't quite understand. They realize their efforts would be fruitless, right? Oh, well. Too each his own. I know of two male cats who spend time on the fence grooming and nuzzling each other. Very happy couple.

I gave Buttercup a last head butt on the knee and prowled upstairs to Robin's bedroom. I felt this was the right time to try something.

Over the years, I understood the delight one gets through consumption of what hoomans call 'chocolate'. I dare not try, as other felines and even canines have blatantly warned me, but one day I caught a whiff coming from a shop as I was out wondering. The place was an assault on the senses and hurt my head with the sheer intensity of other smells coming from all around. However, I did my best to disregard the other 'distractions' and weaved my way towards the familiar smell. I grabbed a small stick, what I could carry and dashed out. The owner was quite upset, but I'm sure he'd understand the urgency. So, I plopped the item on her desk, as she was getting ready and, as I did, she plucked me up from the stool I had balanced myself on.

"Hey, Ginger. You gonna be a good girl when I go out?"

She then took notice of the item I had left for her. I don't know what it is at all. Can it be useful? Can it be a small gift?

"Lip balm" she said.

Rats.

"Chocolate scented"

Oh?

So this was not a swing and a miss?

"Where did this come from?"

"Meow" I explained, knowing full well she wouldn't understand, but just for the keep-sake of my own sanity. She was the only hooman, besides Buttercup and Bubbles, I talked to anymore.

Purring, I watched her apply it, shrugging off the origin of the 'Lip Balm'. She made odd faces as she put it on her lips. Was it to help spread it or was she disgusted by it? If she were disgusted, she'd put it down. She was beaming and gave a small chuckle.

"What the heck is Buttercup gonna think?"

I swished my tail, purring. The balm had no effect colour-wise, it was transparent.

Grabbing her handbag, she dashed downstairs and I ran after her. There, they sat together, the tomboy delivering her a half-lidded, cheeky smile "You're looking good"

Approval from the potential mate. Good job, Robin. "Meow"

"Did Ginger give you a hand?" she mused with a light chuckle.

I did.

"Uh-huh" replied Robin, some mischief indicated in her voice. "She gave me something I thought I'd try out"

"Oh? What's that?"

Pouncing onto the coffee table, I watched with interest, as Robin quickly leaned in to kiss her friend, allowing for Buttercup to sample the balm. Hoomans hated when I watch, well then they know how I feel when I'm eating and they're staring me down.

"Balm that tastes like candy" Robin explained with a giggle as she pulled away. "What do you think?"

Understandably, Buttercup was surprised by what I now know is a 'romantic' gesture. Her surprise appeared to linger a little longer than what was anticipated and Robin's gleeful expression shriveled into that of concern, placing a hand upon her shoulder. The puff was staring out into space, like her brain had been hijacked. Suddenly, I recognized a particular indication that the chocolate may have worked: her pupils had expanded. That happens with kitties on catnip or when they're excited. This should be intriguing. Oddly enough, neither hooman had once complained of my observation.

Seeing her eye twitch involuntarily, I jumped with surprise, as she tackled my hooman and pushed her down into the couch. Their lips once again connected although more fiercely this time. Timidly, Robin placed her hooman paws behind Buttercup's neck, keeping her close, moaning and whimpering softly. Tension rose high in the room. This seemed accurate, but something about Robin's voice made me unsure. The puff was sure aggressive. I'm sure it was to display her dominance. Something occurred that I hadn't seen between them before, or at least for a long time: Buttercup probed her tongue into Robin's mouth. A light gasp escaped my hooman, before she reciprocated and licked back at the invasive tongue. Their faces increasingly became more and more hinted with crimson. Becoming more confident, more bold, the hazel haired maiden brought Buttercup's head a bit closer and wrapped her lips around the tomboy's oral muscle to suck, emitting sweet whimpers as she did so.

The powerpuff moved away instantly. Was this incorrect? Did something go wrong? She appeared horrified.

"I-I-I'm sorry!..." she stuttered, in a panic.

Sorry?

"I didn't mean it. I just... I can't... I shouldn't have... candy. They make me and my sisters go a l-lil' crazy"

The tension had shifted to something more awkward and uncomfortable, before a silly giggle left Robin, who had been previously in the process of being ravaged. "I-It's okay, Buttercup. I didn't know how you were gonna react. I shoulda asked. I'll be more careful next time".

So... was this a misjudgement on my part? Had I failed? I was so confused.

"S-still... I'm really sorry" Buttercup continued.

Robin sat up, smoothed out her hair, readjusted the shoulder straps of her top and brushed down her jeans some. "Like I said... it's okay... I liked it" she said calmly, offering a gentle smile.

She took her 'friend's' hand in hers and shuffled close to her, resting her head on her shoulder. Smiling contently, calming, the powerpuff nodded, her arms around her.

HONK!

That blare startled me.

"Taxi's here, sugarlips" teased the tomboy, getting up from the couch.

The shy girl pouted "Don't".

Chuckling, confidence returned, Buttercup escorted herself and her 'lady' out for the night. Propping myself up on the window ledge, I stared out to watch them leave and would most certainly be in the same spot come later that night.

(Too much? I really don't know. Things won't be going to explicit, but I'll boost the rating up to T just to be safe)