Desperation and Grimbuskin.

As the years had passed Jennyanydots missed Bustopher less and less, but after the initial parting, Jenny was inconsolable. For a long time she spoke to no one, unless visited or in passing. She had no will to be sociable. Even her humans noticed her unhappiness and tried to comfort her with treats and affection, then taking her to the vet to find out what was wrong with her. Losing the will to eat, she would only eat one small meal a day, and kept to herself most of the time. Which only forced Skimbleshanks to spend extra attention and force her on outings. After the first six months were over, her brother had thought she had grieved enough over Bustopher and would force or trick her out of the house. In no way would he let me wallow in my heartbreak, he tried so hard to help me feel better. Though his efforts were in vain. Jennyanydots remembered fondly, appreciating her brother for caring about her so much. He was always there for her, even if she didn't want him to be. Which reminded her of what happened next.


Two years later, Skimbleshanks was taking Jennyanydots to a pub that supposedly gave out bowls of cream to local cats. Skimble smiled to his sister and meowed at the back door until it opened and Skimble led his sister inside. He had been here before, so Jenny knew her brother would not lead her into danger. Awaiting on this cream her brother had spoken of in order to convince her to leave her depressing slump of a bed, she glanced around at another cat sitting atop of a barstool. He was a reddish-hued calico tom, who had the occasional scar about his body from what looked to be years of experience in catfights. Odd thing was, he wasn't lapping at cream. A human must have spilled a near-empty mug of ale, and he was lapping up the remains. Oh dear Skimbleshanks…there are drunkards here…why did you bring me here? Jenny thought, feeling terribly self conscious to be around such a dangerous place. She had only been in the contact of gentlemen toms, and the idea of being spoken to by a ruffian made her uneasy. Sure enough, the tom caught sight of her and yowled a noise that would be the equivalent of a wolf whistle.

" Hello, my little minx." The tom said, turning his head to face the pretty queen, his calico tail flicking in such a way as to prove his interest for her was of a sexual nature. Jenny cowered behind her brother, who glared at this bigger, stronger, tom as if to challenge him. Skimble did not like how this tom was admiring his sister, hated it even, and would fight to protect her. If not for the fact that he could hear a human pouring cream into the bowl, he would have already left to take his sister home.

However, this tom was not easily swayed by skimble's glare. He leapt down from the barstool with a crooked grin and a bent tail; his calico fur fluffing slightly to appear even bigger. Challenging Skimble back knowing that Skimble seemed the cat to back down to a fight. " Calm yourself tomcat, I'm not trying to steal your mate." The tom said, which made Skimble become suddenly uncomfortable and uneasy. Jenny had no idea what was really going through his mind, but she figured it had to be disgust at being accused so, and thought nothing more of it. Skimble felt he couldn't say he wasn't, because then the other tom might make a move on his sister, so he simple held in a hiss, though a growl slipped out, and walked a foot away to check on the progress of the human with the cream.

Feeling very isolated, Jennyanydots sat down with her limbs close together in a little ball, afraid and timid of what could happen around this unknown calico tom. Sure enough, he rubbed his flank against her side and whipped his tail against the back of her hind leg beside her bottom. Eyes widening from shock, she heard the tom laugh from amusement. He liked the shy, inexperienced, queens; loved their reactions to anything of a sexual nature. Not liking this form of teasing, she tried to flee his presence. Which only made him laugh a chuckle. " You look cute when your angry." The tom said, since he had tried to run his tail up her hind leg which made her cheeks puff slightly and made her jerk away. Skimble caught her jerking away and stalked forward; hissing at the tom loudly and causing the humans in the room to turn and face them.

Which meant that Skimble had been kicked out, dragging his sister with him, as the tom was telling her his name, so she had no idea who he was. Only that he had thrown a small bag of something at her, and she took it home with her. The bag was a special type of herbal drug which was catnip mixed with a sprinkling of an herb which she didn't know was a frowned upon drug.

Pleased to be home, Jennyanydots spent her time in bed, still unhappy and depressed…her heart still calling out to Bustopher, even though he was probably well situated in the south of France by now. Throwing the bag aside, she did not even attempt to care about the contents until two weeks later. She was talking to some local queens in her garden when the news of Rinasone, the black queen Bustopher had mated with, was with kitten. Pretending to be more joyous than she felt, she rushed back inside as tears chocked her throat and a paw gripped her heart and squeezed each time she took even the slightest breath. Mourning for an hour in weepy tears, she saw the bag tossed aside by the door and stood to fetch it. Opening up the plastic casing by ripping it with her claw, she smelled the herbs and felt a strange tickling sensation begin to build up in her paws. The feeling spread up her legs, then up her stomach and shoulders, then to her heart. A feeling of complete bliss. She still felt the heartbreak, but the playfulness these herbs caused removed all thought from her brain. Picking and choosing only one type of the herbs inside, the one she guessed was just catnip even though they smelled and looked almost exactly alike.

For a few weeks, she ate this catnip every day and loved having it. It made her forget her worries and problems and helped her move on. Even though she was still just as devastated as she was the day before last every morning she woke up. Jennyanydots figured she would never see that tom again, nor did she truly wish to, except for perhaps to thank him for the lovely gift. It occurred to her that perhaps he expected something special in return for the catnip, but as she never planned on going to that pub, she figured she would not have to worry about it.

As fall became winter, Jennyanydots was visiting Jellylorum, who was secretly Griddlebone; having lied about her name to have proper friends like Jennyanydots. Her mate had passed on, but the kits growing in her belly would be born in a few weeks, and she loved having company in her new state of being. Jennyanydots was greeted with a friendly meow as they touched noses and talked. Hearing another sound in a backroom of the abandoned house, Jennyanydots' ears pricked towards the noise. " Is someone else here?" Jenny asked, to which she saw Jellylorum grin. She nodded in reply as a smirk crossed her face, before she frowned depressingly. " yes, my old mate's most cherished companion needed a place to stay. He has been helping me through my sadness to the best of his abilities, and I told him he could stay." Turning her head, Jellylorum meowed: "Grimbuskin!" Very loudly, and Jenny's eyes widened when she saw the tom that walked through the open doorway.

" you…" Jennyanydots meowed, her shocked expression and uneasiness returning as she saw him strutting in her direction with that devilish-playful smirk of his. He grinned and sat down in-between them, trying to touch noses with her. He grinned more, having thought he smelt catnip on her. He hoped she would try the herbs, let out the wild side he assumed was inside of Jennyanydots. " have you met?" Jellylorum asked, confused. Jenny nodded and opened her mouth to explain, but Grimbuskin already started to and before long Jellylorum let our a mrrrow of laughter. She knew her friend was a shy, pure, queen; but her reaction to his flirting was rather hilarious. Throughout the whole conversation that calico tom was running his tail along her back and bottom, and when he wasn't and thought she felt something; she assumed it was him and glared at him. Can he keep his tail to himself at all? Jenny wondered, thinking him to be too scandalous for her taste and wishing he would stop trying to put the moves on her. Jellylorum didn't seem to notice, and kept continuing the conversation or giggling at the expressions Jenny would make sometimes.

Though she did not like his company very much, Jenny would keep visiting Jellylorum every other evening. Each time she visited, Grimbuskin's tail had a mind of it's own, or he would verbally flirt. When she asked him to stop, he did. Which surprised her. But he still had a devilish grin each time he gazed upon her, the fire in his eyes continued to make her uneasy. For some reason, she kept going. The part that worried her was her lack of desire to tell her brother about her meetings with them. If he knew, he would forbid her going. For some reason, that was a problem. She loved the catnip, and he was the supplier. When she ran out, he was the one who was going to be there with another bag. Desperation to keep from being lovesick over Bustopher would make her willing to do almost anything. Even put up with his scandalous pick-up lines. He seemed to know a great deal about mating, as Jellylorum blushed whenever the subject of sex came up. Jennyanydots had no idea or anything to say on the topic except to blush, which only made Grimbuskin explain more and grin that naughty grin again. It was obvious he thought of Jenny in a sexual way that Bustopher would rather drop dead than admit to thinking of.

Soon after those meetings started, and she got to know this calico tom, she ran out of catnip. So she began to eat the other herb. At first, the herb worked about the same as the catnip…but then a strange weakness and deprivation kicked in and she felt worse than she had before! This different herb made her stomach sicken and her knees wobble. She had no idea what it was she ate, but whatever it was should not be ingested by cats. This herb…took all her depression and increased it three-fold. Immediately hating it she called it ' The herb of sorrow' and vowed never to take it again. Unfortunately, this herb made her feel something else she had never experienced before. An urge to be physical. This herb caused her body to lubricate itself, and because of the strange tingles between her hind legs, she would rub her private area against the carpet, or anything rough to try and stop the tingle, which only made her private scent become doused about the room and made her long for physical intimacy more. She felt disgusting, mortified, to even contemplate doing such an act. if he eats this all the time, no wonder he is always trying to touch me! She thought with a new understanding of how the world worked outside her sheltered life.

Unaware to her, her brother Skimbleshanks had followed her a week after he caught her eating some catnip one morning. Shocked of how his prim and polite sister was acting, he wanted to make sure she wasn't doing any harm to herself. But; when he saw her meet up with that tom from the pub a fire burned in his chest…Hissing from anger, he had rushed home and tried to dispose of the catnip, but as Jenny was coming through the main cat-flap, he ran outside so as to not be seen in the act. He did not know that it was not catnip. He assumed it was, and when he saw or assumed that Jenny thought this other tom better because he took this herb, he bent over and began to chew on some.

Unaware to him, the past few days Jennyanydots had been physically intimate with Grimbuskin. Under the promise of getting her more catnip, she had agreed to the first time. But because of her eating the second herb that first time, opening up her body's desire for sexual contact; as planned, it became more than just once. Carrying her bag of catnip home, mortified with herself for allowing that tom to have her, feeling she had no honour, she dropped the bag by her old stash. On the way home, a strange sexual fire had begun to burn inside of her and it took all her energy to keep from running back to Grimbuskin and beg for physical intimacy. She had felt a strange tickle before each time she went into heat, but having experienced the actual deed, she understood and felt lust differently than she had before. Grimbuskin had caught her new, rich, scent on the air, and had followed her home.

The herb of sorrow clouding Skimbleshanks' mind, the strange effects started to take hold as he sat in the garden and clawed the dirt to keep from running inside the house or rubbing against things. But all that changed when he heard the sexual yowl of what sounded like his sister inside the house. Grimbuskin had wasted no time in taking his territory, and Skimble tried to run in and save her. But then…he smelled her heat scent. Feeling disgusted for even considering doing something so devious to his sister, whose sounds were driving him crazy with need, he gripped the carpet for as long as he could to keep from getting closer to his sister and smelling her like that.

The only thing Jennyanydots still remembered of that time was that the pleasure masked anything else she felt. She had her eyes closed the entire time, completely immersed in it. Like a hazy dream of ecstasy. All she knew, was that when Grimbuskin was unable to go on, she heard the sounds of a catfight before being mounted again and being back within the dream. When the effects of the herbs wore off, she fell asleep from exhaustion and woke up. But not beside Grimbuskin…beside her brother.

They never spoke about it, nor did Jenny think they ever would. It all happened under the effects of those drugs, so she stopped taking any herbs of any sort and pretended that it had never happened. However, when Jennyanydots found she felt…different…she rubbed against her human and meowed. When she felt odd or funny, she went to her human to take her to the vet. It took a few days for her human to realize she was acting differently, and it took even more days before her human felt an odd swelling on her belly.