NOTE: Aura is a OC created by DeviantArt's Yumifan and is used with permission. Rated "M" for nudity and brief Lime sequences

It was another night at the Texican Grill, in Rodneytown, CA. I was sitting alone this time. PaRappa and Sunny couldn't make it. I did have Paula Fox on my side though. The band MilkCan finished a recording session and same to my spot at the corner window booth. Lammy sat next to me again. We all went for chicken burritoes.
Teriyaki Yoko appeared next, from her limo. She went for a teriyaki burrito (obviously) and sat next to Ma-San. Then I noticed Lammy was shier than usual.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"Oh, nothing," she said quickly.
Then she started flashing her head back and forth from her plate to the window.
"You're waiting for someone?"
"No," Lammy confessed, "Someone is looking for me."

Everyone murmered. Then I saw a stream of headlights zoom into view. It stopped right in front of the door. I saw a black thingy emerge from the cab (It was raining cats and dogs, and the rain obstructed my view). Then it walked toward the front door and made its way inside.
It turned out to be a black-haired ewe. She walked over to the coat check and took off her hood and jacket. I noticed she looked a lot like Lammy. The sheep went over to the counter and attempted to ask for a taco.

The teen counter boy said "You want fries with that?"
"NO!" she yelled, "You really think you can get away with that f****** c***?! I'm not taking any f****** fries from some i**** like you!"

Lammy started to sink in her seat to avoid being noticed.
"Who is that?" I whispered.
"It's Rammy," Lammy muttered, "She's my evil twin."
"You're sisters?"
"No. It was a coincidence. We were born on the same dates in the same hospital from the same combonation of species. Different moms. She hated me since the beginning, and she's still out to get me."
Then Teriyaki said "You've meet everyone but Rammy? She's my guitarist, and is usually late for a gig. Lammy filled in once and Rammy blew a fuse."

"You don't think she's working for Don Kirshner or anyone like that?"
Everyone murmered. Don Kirshner is out to get the Monkees and strip of their musical privelages. Lammy slid her head up a bit.

"Is she gone yet?" she said, but was a little too loud.
Rammy turned around to my booth, and walked over. She saw Lammy's horns sicking out from beneath the table.
"Give it up. I can see you," said Rammy, sitting down next to me.
"You have better sense than to treat her like that," Katy said.
"What do you know, blue hairball?" insulted Rammy, giving her a wicked middle finger.

Then she turned to me.
"Who's this, Lammy? Your boyfriend?"
"That's Thomas Fay," said Teriyaki, "He moved here yesterday from Greenwich Village, and just signed to my record label."
"Your label?" I asked.
"Well, I'm their best-selling artist."
"But a really bad singer," said Paula.
"WHAT?!" Teriyaki fired a lightning bolt from her antennae (Remember, she's a bug) zapping Paula, "Say that again, and I'll ban you from EVERY video game."

Another taxicab showed up. A grey blur flashed from the cab to the coat check. It was a wolf that looked like Paula, except for a giant middrift, and clevage. Her miniskirt was so small that you could see her undies. Paula started to slide beneath the table.

"It's Aura," she murmered.
The wolf came to my table and sat next to Rammy.
"I can plainly see you, tomboy," she said to Paula.
"Who? Me? I'm a boy and my name is Tom." I piped in.
"You're more of a boy-boy if you ask me," said Aura.
"Actually, he's a village boy," corrected Rammy.
"Greenwich village? I've been there. It's no place for a s***** j*** to be living in."
There was a long pause. Everyone continued eating, as if nothing happened.

Then I piped up again.
"Where are you these days, Aura?"
"This swanky night club called the Element. It's on the east side of town."
"Good. I'll try to not go there."
"Actually, they're requesting your presence on the bandstand," said Aura.
She handed me an invitation. I put it into my pocket.
"When do I have to be there?"
"Tonight at ten. You'll watch the wolf work her magic on the crowd."

Everyone cleared out. I thought to myself what does Aura do at the Element?

It was nearing 10:00 (9:00 central time), and I didn't have children to look after. I took a quick rest at my pad, then practiced a setlist on my guitar and piano. Then I went downstairs to the doorman.

"Excuse me, but what's the teleportation code for the Element? It's not listed on the map," I said.
"Teleport? It's only two blocks down from here."
"Oh. Okay."
So I went two blocks over, and there was a big E above the sidewalk. This must be the place, I thought. There was a bouncer at the door.

"Hi. I'm the new bandstand musician."
The bouncer opened the door and let me in. I saw Aura sitting over by a cage.
"Glad you could make it," she said, "The bandstand's over there."
"Thanks. What are you going to do here?"
"Dance. What else would I do in a cage?"

Okay...

The bandstand was empty except for a guitar and a piano.
The announcer went "Ladies and Gentlemen, direct from Greenwich Village, our guest musician tonight is Thomas Fay."
There was a medium applause. Aura got into the cage, and I sat down at the piano.
I began to play "Tom's Theme," an instrumental that I wrote when I was introduced to piano. It was a few chords seriously played on the left hand, and free improvising on the right hand.

I wasn't looking up from the piano to see Aura dancing in the cage. When I finished the song, there was a massive applause, and I looked up. Aura was standing in her cage, NAKED!
She said "I'm charging you $500 to touch my body. Why? Because YOU'RE NOT MY BOYFRIEND!"
"WOW!" I squealed, then quickly averted my gaze back to the piano, and played another song. At the same time, Aura began to put her clothes back on while dancing.

LET US NEVER SPEAK OF THIS AGAIN.

The next afternoon, I had lunch at the Texican Grill. Lammy and Rammy sat on either side of me. PaRappa and Sunny were back, sitting opposite me. Aura wasn't here (thank goodness), and that was it.

"So, Village Boy," said Rammy, using a pet name on me, "How was your night with Aura?"
"I bet she forged that note. She tricked me into seeing nudity!" I murmered, putting my hand over my face.
Rammy started to put her arm around my shoulder. I pretended not to notice it.
"You're not in love with him, are you?" asked Sunny
"Maybe," said Rammy, "How long have you been out from college?"
"A week," I said, "Why?"
"Come up to my place, Benjamin," she smirked, and left.

Lammy was shocked. Rammy was asking me out. I was given no alternative. The red lamb wrote down her teleportation code, and handed it to me.
"That's Rammy's code, and so is mine," she explained.
"You live in the same building?"
"Just different floors. Rammy hasn't a clue on which floor I'M on. If things get too hot with you and Rammy, you can escape to my den."

So that night, I went to the building. I saw Rammy's number on the directory. Room 3035. I went into the elevator and the doors closed. But then it opened suddenly. The I was picked up and thrown out. I got up and turned around. CHARLES!
"Don't even think about it, WIMP!"
Now I had to walk up thirty flights of stairs on foot, and there's no service elevator.

Eventually, I made it to the floor and the room number. I knocked, and Rammy answered, with an evil look on her face.
"So I see you made it, Village Boy!" she said, and pulled me in by my shirt.
I looked around. The rooms were either grey, black or plum. Goth colors. There weren't any doors either. Not even the bathroom had any. Rammy was definately a loner!
"It ain't much, but it's home," she confessed, "Now, how would you like to have some fun?"
My heart pounded with fear.
"What kind of fun?"
"Some fun-fun. Come to my room."

I could feel what she was trying to do to me, but I couldn't put my finger on it. I walked into Rammy's room. She was lying down on her bed.
"Well? Just sit down and let the fun begin!" said Rammy, sounding very naughty.
"Wait a minute!" I said, "First you drag me here, then you lure me to your bedroom, and now you want me to have 'fun'!"
"So?"
"Rammy, you're trying to seduce me!"
She giggled. I was scared.
"Aren't you?"

I slowly walked to the bed, and lie down next to the black ram. She started to massage my hair. Then she attempted to pull my shirt up. I flinched.
"Why are you so nervous?" said Rammy.
"Well, for one thing, I saw The Graduate. You know the bit with Mrs. Robinson?"
"I heard of hit."
"I was frightened to death and had to bolt."

Then Rammy stood up, turned around, and started to pull up HER shirt. She wasn't looking, so I grabbed my shirt and made a break for it. I ran down the stairs, and I heard Rammy come out, topless, yelling "Hey wait! GET BACK HERE!"
I couldn't concentrate, because I was repeating to myself "Please let this be a one night stand," as I rushed down to Lammy's apartment. She opened the door and saw me panting.
"Aw," she said, "Rammy must've frightened you."
"Worse," I cried, "She saw The Graduate."
"Me too."
I screamed in fear and attempted to escape, but Lammy was holding on.

She brought me into her room and gave me a hug and a glass of water.
"I survived that film," she confessed, "and I'm more of the Elaine type. Were you afraid Rammy was going to Mrs. Robinson you?"
"Yeah," I said, sipping the water, "I'm afraid of being seduced...especially by anthros!"
"You poor thing! Did this happen before?"
"No. Just thinking about it makes me paranoid."

Lammy gave me a hug, and led me to her room. She took a pill, and sat down beside me.
"Are you going to do what I'm thinking of?" I muttered.
"It's for your own good," said Lammy, taking off her clothes, "I promise I'll do it slow on you."
I started to take mine off, and we started to collide. Her fleece was soft, but I was still sweating in fear.
Once that was over, Lammy gave me a hug, assuring me that it was okay.

The next morning, I wrote on a clean postcard.

Dear Jim,
I'm having a tough time wether to stay in Rodneytown or move somewhere else. The other day, I was tricked into performing at the bandstand of a nudist club. Last night I met a sheep-girl, and she seduced me, a la Mrs. Robinson. Should I stay?
Worried,
Thomas Fay

Later that day, I was at the recording studio. MilkCan, Lammy's band, were watching from the booth. I was playing another sad song on my guitar. I was actually not in the mood for singing, so It became an instrumental. The band told producer Jack Smash (the pumpkin-headed manager for Teriyaki Yoko) about my story, and he felt sorry for me.

I went to the Texican Grill, where everyone listened to my story, and I got another round of hugs, except, of course, for Rammy and Aura, who flipped me off If I attempted to talk to them.