A/N: This chapter is dedicated to Roman de la Croix, the queen of warped R rated fanfic. Nobody's updating recently, and it's boring me to death. So here I am, going to update this early, and to all my faithful readers, UPDATE YOUR STORIES, or else I'll get my friend etcies to threaten you into it. Roman knows what I mean. MWAHAHAHA!!!

Roman: I have no idea whether or not you were being sarcastic about the governor thing or not, so I will assume not. Basically, you're the leader of our grand state. Unfortunately, those strict writing regulations at my school came into play again, and so I had to change a few important aspects of being a Jellicle Cat. I'll change it back to it's original Jellicle splendor when I publish it online. And I've never done an RPG, so I give you full authority to make one of your own, if you want. I'll also assume that you want to be mutated into a female version of Tugger. Correct me if I'm wrong.

Krissy4: Macavity did the murals, and I don't exactly know if you'd want the Napoleon of Crime in your room. Besides that, he's my tom. Mrs. Beidle (the humanities teacher) rocks, I know. We're studying the U.S. Constitution right now, and so we got to make our own state in the U.S.

Mystitat: Trust me, there are tests, but not on knowledge of the characters, but knowledge of Jellicle life in general. And you sort of have to forgo most, if not all, modern conveniences, such as Cars, electricity, etc (who ever heard of a cat driving, anyway?). And you have to be at least 25 insane.

Chimalmaht: Of course queens are the almighty gender. Toms are just plain stupid. They have no idea how to talk to queens. Especially Cameron, Ben, and Mauro. They're really stupid toms.

Warning: reference to sex between two slightly psychopathic cats. If you're grossed out by it, don't read this chapter.

It was scary how much Macavity and I were alike. Although I was an exact replica of Griddlebone in looks, I was exactly like my father in character. I just wasn't evil. At least, I don't consider myself evil. When I joined Macavity, I wondered how much he would trust me. As it turns out, he didn't. Although I was considered his top fighter, I was still sent on low-priority jobs. Steal this, kill a traitor, just easy stuff that bored me. So far, he hadn't even acknowledged our kinship. I had been counting on that to bring me up in rank. Macavity was smart, I'll give him that. Although I also suspected that his distrust was partially because I looked so much like Griddlebone. I had to prove my 'loyalty' to him somehow. After all, I had been 'working' for him for over a month. You may be wondering why it's taking me so long to kill Macavity. Well, there are two sayings that I follow when I'm on a job. "Slow and steady wins the race," and "Patience is a virtue." So far, those two sayings have guaranteed my success. One time I spent over a year getting close enough to kill.

I kinda had the feeling that Macavity was on to me. So I decided to try the strategy I usually use on my enemies. Considering that he didn't act like a father, and I didn't act like a daughter, I figured it'd be alright.

Coming back to the headquarters late in the night, I silently made my way over to the office. Opening the door, almost timidly, I poked my head inside to see him mauling a cat who obviously hadn't done something right. I stepped all the way into the office as the cat ran by me, his punishment over.

"Good help is so hard to find these days." I said. He turned and looked at me.

"Unless you know where to look." he replied. Then he sat behind his desk. "So why are you here?"

"I finished my assignment, as usual. Just thought you might like to know." I gracefully walked over to stand behind him, and started to massage his neck. At first he tensed up at my touch, but soon relaxed as I unwound his neck muscles.

"Your record is pretty good so far, isn't it? No mishaps, all your jobs completed with ruthless brutality." he said in a relaxed tone. His eyes were shut in enjoyment. I moved down to his shoulders.

"What else would you expect from a street cat?" My paws were now on his lower back, and it was plainly obvious to him what I was up to.

"What could I expect from the daughter of a glamor cat?" His voice was now slightly provocative, as if he still doubted I knew what I was getting into. I leaned closer, enough so that my chest was against his back, and ran my paws up and down his chest. I had my claws out slightly, just enough that he could feel them. I could sense his arousal.

"I just so happen to be the daughter of a crime lord." I said in my sexiest voice close to his ear, before nibbling on it slightly. This provoked a purr from him that shook the floor. I mixed my own alto purr with his baritone, in perfect harmony. Before I knew what happened, I found my self in his lap, one of his paws under my knees, the other on my upper back. I felt him nibbling my jaw, which caused my purr to crescendo

"You're a naughty, naughty kitty." he said, this time completely provocative. He grinned down at me, with that evil glint in his eye that told me he was enjoying himself.

"Why's that?" I asked, jokingly innocent.

"Haven't you heard of incest?" he asked, still provocative. It was the first time he had mentioned our being family.

"Is that a problem?" I purred, wrapping my arms around his neck. Our lips met. I could feel his tongue against my lips, and I opened my mouth enough to let it through. Suddenly, he was on his feet, and carried me over to a door behind us that I hadn't noticed before. Opening it, we entered his room. I was only vaguely aware of my surroundings, but there was very little lighting anyway. I did notice that we were headed towards his bed. He gently put me down onto it, his carefulness surprising me. What surprised me more was the fact that I wasn't in control of the situation anymore. His paws slowly ran up and down my sides, claws out as I had done. His knee pressed between my own, but I kept my knees firmly together. Parting my lips from his, I looked into his eyes, which were almost pleading for me to let him in.

"You're a naughty kitty," I joked.

"I try." Macavity said before lowering his lips back onto mine. I finally parted my legs, and he almost immediately descended upon me. He was moaning, with pleasure, as he entered my body. It took me a few moments to realize that I was moaning too. Macavity was being gentle with me, careful not to cause any pain and touching me in all the right places. My paws were no longer around his neck, but were kneading into his muscular back and mane. Our tails played with each other, still seeming to have minds of their own.

A few hours later, we lay curled up next to each other. We were both panting lightly, more from the heat between us than exhaustion. I was stroking his arm, which lay draped over me, while he sucked on the tip of my left ear. I leaned into the warmth of his body before letting myself fall asleep. I have to admit, he was good. If that didn't get him to trust me, I don't know what will.

A/N: So Roman, how did I do on my first sex scene?