BELATED HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO A REVIEWER NAMED "LOVEURSTORIES"! WOOO! Where's the confetti, guys? Come on, show her some love!
LOVEURSTORIES = Thanks for the reviews, and I hope you had a good party! But I am terribly sorry about your idea. I believe you have things mistaken. Stanley and Ally didn't mate, they just slept with each other naked. And about the rescuing part, sorry, I already have a special idea for that. Then again, I'm truly sorry. But happy birthday! WITH MANY BIRTHDAYS TO COME, SIS! (Since I can't call you bro, and all). And about the gender of the baby that died, I don't know. I honestly don't know. It died before Beatrice could tell.
Guest (can yo focus more on brittanys pregnancy then she and Alvin mating? please not trying to sound rude but really can you do that?) = Sure, I can. Maybe one last more before the rescue.
Webweirdo332 = I'm thinking, I'm thinking... I'll send it as soon as possible.
Guest (let me guess Ally and Stanley is going to do it and and Ally gets pregnant?) = No.
ScarlettaxSimon = I see what you did there, mate.
Then of course, Brittany wasn't going to let anything start without love. Everyday has to start with love, no matter how bad the day is expected to be. But this day isn't even close to bad. In fact, it's one of the best days of hers and Alvin's life. They finally found AJ. The kidnappers were hiding in an abandoned apartment that was about to break down, even at the most tiniest shock-wave. A big mistake. Once the kids are found, they'll do anything to drop the building down on those S.O.B.'s.
Oh, they'll regret what they did, alright. Alvin said that Ryan'll regret anything if he ever touches his family, and he said those words two years ago. Back when they were kids; when he saved her.
And with the mating, of course Alvin can't resist. With just one seductive look, he took her to bed right away. Oh, that's good. Very good.
But this time, they didn't use the bed. Brittany has gotten to the point of pregnancy that mating was somehow... (how do you say this?)... uncomfortable. So instead of using the bed, Alvin pushed Brittany against the wall, his body moving and his lips and tongue, showering her body. Which is always better, of course. Brittany leaned back against the wall, her face and eyes towards the ceiling. She lifted one leg to open her thighs, and the other stood planted on the floor. The heat intensified around her, so she stuck out her tongue in hope to fan herself. Alvin's arms wrapped around her, making her weak to her knees. She moaned in pleasure at the feel of his skin and soft fur.
She felt Alvin's tongue running along her shoulder, up to her neck. She savored the feeling, the electricity that surged through out her body, making her fur stand on their ends. Between her thighs lingered and her nipples were hard and erect at the touch of his paw. Oh, she loved that. She loved that a lot. She held him tighter, nuzzling against his cheeks, her tongue still sticking out lifeless.
"Oh, Alvin... Alvin,... n-never let me go, please. Please," She moaned both lustfully and erotically. She ran her tongue across his face, tasting his delicious, heavenly favor. If this goes on, she'll never be hungry for food ever again.
"Never. I'll never be an inch away from you ever again." His hard, exerted pants were clear and audible. He grunted again. Oh, that sound was music to her ears. His voice was a melody that soothes her ears and inspires her lustful desires for him. She ran her tongue along his body again. Oh, yes, his taste. His heavenly taste. Hmm..., what would it be like to drink out of his mouth? Brittany shrugged off the too inappropriate thoughts. But then of course, there's no such thing as inappropriate when it comes to THEIR way of mating.
Brittany closed her eyes again, but opened them as soon as she felt a stabbing pain on her shoulder. She looked over and saw Alvin biting her right shoulder, his teeth trying to dig into her skin. It was painful yet so... so hot... so pleasurable. Guess Alvin couldn't control his desires. She grasped him in her arms tighter. "Oh, that stings!" But it felt so good.
Alvin released her shoulder from his teeth and looked up at him. "Sorry, I couldn't help it. You taste so good."
"No, it's alright. You can do anything you want with me," She insisted.
"But it hurts."
Brittany grinned again, seductively and lustfully. She licked her lips and moaned loudly. "Bite me," She whispered with full seduction.
Alvin followed her smile. "Naughty words from a naughty girl."
Brittany felt his teeth sinking under her fur again. She hissed and moaned in both pain and pleasure. "Oh, yes, that stings so good."
She embraced him tighter as she felt the pleasure build up inside her. A few more moments, she moaned his name as loud as she could as she reached her limit Another second, Alvin moaned her name too. Oh, how she loved that. The pleasure he gets from her body. Afterwards, she felt herself getting weak again, nearly falling down to her knees. Alvin held her shoulders to keep her from falling. Excitedly, almost as if urgently, Brittany's tongue reached out and licked every part of his body she could reach, satisfying her lust for his godlike body.
Brittany pulled her tongue back and let it flow down to her chin. She panted tiredly, using the wall for support and Alvin's paws on her shoulders. She grinned weakly. "Oh,... oh, Alvin. You're a god when it comes to this."
Alvin leaned towards her for an embrace. Brittany felt his warmth again and she sighed contentedly. She felt his breath on her ear. "I can and will say the same thing for you."
Before they could recover, they heard a knock on the door, and a voice came from the other side. "Are you guys done now?" It was Simon's voice.
Brittany blushed under her cheeks. She looked up at Alvin and discovered that he had the same expression to. His blush is so... such a turn-on. She knows they just finished their morning round. But darn, after seeing that blush, she felt her own arousal again.
Alvin looked towards the closed and locked door. "Shut up, Simon!" He let go of Brittany and found his sweater and put it on. Brittany followed his lead and put her shirt and sweater on, and slung her jacket over her shoulder, not putting it on yet.
Simon knocked on the door again. "You guys are unbelievable!" He sounded angry. "Your son is kidnapped too, do you know that? And what's worst, my daughter's in there with him. We found them, but instead of going after them, you guys just eat each other out."
Brittany caught Alvin rolling his eyes. They both walked towards the door and ignored Simon's rants.
"Unbelievable." Simon started again. "You don't even care about your son at all?"
Now those words just crossed the line. As Brittany looked over to Alvin, his ears were perked up and his eyes were widened. The outlines of his muscles and the unsheathed claws hinted his anger. She has seen this once, and it both scared and amused her. Alvin walked in a quicker pace towards the door and pulled it open with great force.
He was greeted by Simon, his arms crossed over his chest. Jeanette stood behind him.
"Excuse me, what did you say?" Alvin's voice sounded dark and low.
Apparently, Simon stood his ground. Brittany felt the tension. She looked over to Jeanette, and she sensed that her sister felt it too. "I said, can we go?"
As Simon took small steps away, Alvin grabbed his elbow and pulled him back. "You're not going anywhere."
Simon frowned. "Oh, I'm going to save my daughter. Do you have a problem?"
"Yes. Take it back, or apologize," Alvin demanded.
"Apology accepted." Simon rolled his eyes and started to walk away again. But Alvin still held him back. "Let go," He growled.
Alvin's face clenched even harder, enraged even. "Fine." He let go of his elbow, but before Simon could look away, Alvin slammed his palm against his brother's chest. "Take it back!"
"Gladly." Simon pushed Alvin back.
Brittany watched as the two started to push each other away. She didn't know how to react. Whether to get confused, scared, amused, or to cheer. But with the mixed up feelings, she couldn't move as she watched her mate pushing and being pushed back. Brittany sensed things were about to cross the line, but fortunately, Jeanette stepped in the middle before it could happen.
"Stop it! For all's sake, stop it! We're both in the same situation here, and there's no point in slamming each other into a wall! Stop, calm down, and shut up!" Brittany praised her little sister's bravery in stepping in. But then she didn't know what to feel as soon as she faced Alvin. "Especially you, Alvin!"
Brittany's ears perked up and her tail flicked involuntarily. Her blood boiled inside her, especially her head as she heard her sister. What did she say again? No one talks to Alvin like that! No one! Angered- enraged even-, she stepped up between the males and pushed her sister with both paws. She watched as her sister fell to the ground.
"How dare you talk to him like that!" Brittany growled.
Suddenly, she felt a strong, forceful paw slamming against her chest. She drew a gasped and was pushed away. Alvin was able to catch her before she fell, and she'd thank him for that later. But now, no one talks to him like Jeanette did. No one. Not even herself, and she's going to make Jeanette take those words back. She looked up at her attacker, and Simon growled at her.
"How dare you do that to her? To your own sister?" Simon yelled.
She sensed Alvin's tension as he stepped up. As she looked, she was expecting Alvin to push Simon back. But she was surprised when her mate's clenched fist knocked Simon back. "How dare you do THAT to HER! No one touches her! No one!"
"Get away from him!" Jeanette stood up and pushed Alvin away.
Brittany felt her blood boiling in her face again. She moved closer and charged toward her sister, knocking her down. She was on top of her now. Somehow, she felt satisfied with seeing her sister down. "YOU get away from him! You have no right to touch him! He's my mate, mine!"
She felt a paw on her elbow. She looked up and saw Simon about to pull her away. But Alvin went behind him and locked his neck with his arms. "Don't. Touch. Her!"
From behind them, Brittany could see two more figures running urgently towards the scene. A closer look, she saw Theodore running up towards his brothers, trying to break them up. She felt another another reaching for her elbow and pulled her off of Jeanette. She met Eleanor's eyes.
"Stop it, Brittany!" Eleanor commanded. She looked up to Jeanette. Eleanor let go of her arm and rushed to Jeanette's side. "Are you alright?"
Jeanette nodded, and suddenly, Brittany felt like the bad guy. She looked over to the males, and somehow, Theodore had stopped the tension between them. He held his arms between them, but Alvin and Simon still gave their deathly glares and growls to each other.
"That's enough!" Eleanor started. "You're both in the same messed up situation, and since we're family, it's our situation too. So, all of you, Calm. The hell. Down!"
Brittany scowled at her youngest sister. She walked away and picked up her fallen jacket, putting it on. Alvin walked back to her side and they both glared at them. "Fine," Alvin whispered darkly as they made their way downstairs.
. . . . . . .
Simon glared at his elder brother as he and his mate made their way downstairs, paw-in-paw. Those guys are unbelievable! Totally unbelievable with a capital U! Why can't those guys care more about their missing son? What do they think they're doing? Taking advantage of the good news? What if the news was bad? Oh, surely they'll still be eating each other off. Heck, those two should bring emergency condiments to spray on each other.
They mate constantly. That's no problem. But of course, scientifically and logically speaking, too much of anything isn't good. It doesn't matter what "anything" is. Those two mate way too much. They just don't know the right time, do they? No, they don't. 'Hey, our kid's kidnapped. Let's mourn in bed.' or even another scene could be 'Hey, we found our son. Let's celebrate!'
Those guys just don't know their limit, and that's the problem. They should be getting ready to meet the police in the outskirts of their target location. But nooo, they're too busy with nuzzles and cuddles without a care in the world. They even forgot their own son. They're OWN SON, for munk's sake! Alvin might be the oldest, but he's surely - 200 percent above - not the smartest.
As he thought, his muscles relaxed as he felt Jeanette's paw on his shoulder. He looked over to those eyes. Oh, how disrespected they were when she was pushed into the ground. The eyes that looked fearfully to its older sister's. The eyes who's body has been disrespected, dishonored with a simple push. Brittany- darn that witch! No one's going to touch his mate ever again. No one but him.
Jeanette's eyes were filled with care and worry. Worry for him. Heck, he's the one who should worry about her. Did she feel disrespected, disgraced when she landed on the ground? Jeanette is his queen, and no queen deserves to meet the ground. Her fingers met his face, to the side of his lip. He felt a soft, gentle pain as she ran her finger to the corner of his mouth. Oh, he knew what happened. That devil of a brother punched him in the face.
His muscles clenched again at the thought of Alvin. But then relaxed as he felt Jeanette's paw running along her arm, as if taming a wild, enraged dragon.
"Are you okay?" Her voice was enough to make him feel like it.
"I should be the one asking you that." Simon placed his paws on top of her shoulders. "Did she hurt you?"
Jeanette didn't answer, but he already knew she was alright. But something inside him told him otherwise. She sensed Jeanette's other paw leaving his arm, then laying it flat on her belly. "I'm sorry. I should have stayed out of it."
"I think you both never should have started it." Eleanor's voice interjected.
As Simon looked at her, he was already shocked at the child clutched under her arm. The child, her daughter, Jermaine, stared at him with her eyes full of fear under her glasses. Fear of him. Simon wanted to comfort her, take her in his arms and assure her that nothing's going to happen. But as he took a step forward, she took a step back. He cursed himself.
"Jermaine," He started. As he walked closer, she hid behind her aunt, away from her father.
"See what you did, Simon? See what both of you did. She saw everything, and you didn't even notice her. What kind of parent are you? Both of you?" Eleanor's words mocked him, mocked him deeply and shattered fatherly love, replacing it with guilt. Pure guilt.
He didn't know how to answer his sister-in-law's words. He didn't know how to handle them. It left a whole in his heart as a father. It broke his heart even more to see his daughter in fear. In fear of him. He knelt down, keeping distance between her daughter. He stretched out his arms, hoping to receive her in his comforting embrace. Her beautiful daughter, beauty marked and wounded by fear, hid behind her aunt's back. He felt his world begin to crash.
"Jermaine, please don't be afraid. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to." Simon poured all what's left of his heart into these words. He couldn't stand it. The pain in his lips couldn't compare to the pain in his chest. The pain in his heart.
"No, daddy!" Jermaine's tone stabbed him a thousand needles straight in his core. "I can't understand why you're mad! This is exactly the reason why Stanley left!" Simon noted the tears in her eyes. He bit his lips to keep himself from crying. The tears had been inside him the whole time, he noticed, just waiting to come out. But no, he can't cry. He needs to be strong.
But as soon as Jermaine pulled her paws out of her aunt's arm, she ran away and Simon couldn't fight back. He couldn't. How could he? His daughter is afraid of him. His daughter ran away from his sight. And that hurt him the most not only as a father, but as a mate as well. What would Jeanette think? That he's a failure? That he's the worst father ever? That while Alvin lost two children, Simon lost two and broke the trust of one.
He buried his face into his paws and let the tears flow.
. . . . . . .
AJ watched as the man who kidnapped him quickly and uncarefully lifted Serene with her tail, making her yelp in pain. He felt his blood boil at the squeak of her voice, and her anger was set at the man with brown hair in front of him. He might be just a cousin in Serene's eyes, but to himself, he's more than that. Whether she loves him or not, no one hurts her. He looked at her eyes. Once marked by permanent beauty, now vandalized with fear, and he swore he could see her holding the urge to cry.
He growled at the man. "Let her go!"
"Out the window? I will, but not a good idea," The man replied. Oh, how he hated the sound of that voice.
"AJ, help me!" AJ watched as Serene struggled out of his grip.
AJ felt even madder. "Let. Her. Go!"
"Or what, rat?"
AJ growled one last time before he felt his claws out of its sheathe. Wow, do they really grow? He's never been this mad before. He never knew his claws could do that. But still, he hid his surprise and glared deathly at the man. He found his hind and front legs before scurrying towards him. But before he could move, he felt a crack in his tail followed by an excruciating pain. He screamed as he felt a hand wrapping around his tail and lifted him up. He came face to face with the other man. The dark one.
"Let me go! Let me go now!" AJ wiggled, but he couldn't get off.
He looked at Serene and she was in the same struggle. The man who held her reached for his pocket and slowly pulled out a white stick. Yes, the same stick that burned his tail. He sandwiched it between his mouth and reached for the lighter. He lit it and puffed a few smokes before returning the lighter.
"You know, you really know that I can't kill you. Neither of you." He took the cigarette from his mouth and squished it between his fingers. "But hell, I hate you. And if you ever stand up against me again, this is what's going to happen."
Oh, no... he wouldn't!
"No! Don't do it! Don't hurt her!" AJ pleaded.
The man inched the small, glowing embers close to Serene's tail.
"I swear, if you hurt her..."
"Could you shut up!"
The cigarette inched closer. "No, don't! No!" Serene pleaded. A few more inches, the cigarette burned through her fur. "Ah! Stop! Stop!" Serene wiggled around.
AJ looked closely at the hurt and pain in Serene's face. That's it. Nobody hurts her. Nobody! AJ felt his blood boiling and the frustration in his head. He felt his claws grew longer than before. He cried out loud and his muscles clenched. He wiggled around again, struggling to get out of the man's grip. But he wouldn't let go. AJ reached for the man's wrist with his claws. He felt the pressure in his stomach as he curled upward towards the man's hand. He cried out again.
Finally, his felt the man's skin. He dug his claws under his skin and pulled himself to his fingers. One bite on the thumb was enough to make him yell in pain and let go of him. "Ah! You sunuva bitvch!" The man's accent was clear as he yelled out.
He landed on the ground and got on his feet. He glared deathly at the man, still torturing Serene with the fiery embers of the stick. He growled, feeling the strength surge in his veins, the anger and adrenaline -whatever that meant- burning in his body. Before the man could react, AJ charged directly towards him with his claws. He jumped up and landed on the man's chest. He dug his claws under the fabric of his shirt and climb towards his neck and scratched. He felt the red liquid in his claws and felt satisfied as the man released Serene from his grip.
He jumped off the man and landed next to Serene. She was on her knees, and he held her up. As they ran, AJ was startled by a loud bang. He looked back and saw the dark man pointing a gun at them, smoke coming out of its nozzle.
"Serene, run!" He ordered.
She did so, and AJ trailed behind her, ignoring the loud bangs that added to the next as the man kept shooting. As they reached the kitchen, AJ's heart pounded as they reached a dead end under the sink.
"Oh, no! Serene," He looked up to her.
"A-AJ, what should we do?" Fear hinted in her voice.
AJ shook his head and panted harder as footsteps came closer to the kitchen. "I- I don't know."
The dark man soon appeared at the entrance of the kitchen with an evil grin on his face. AJ heard him laugh an evil chuckle as he held the gun and pointed it towards them. For now, AJ felt hopeless, helpless, useless. He turned to Serene, then back to the man. He didn't know what to do. His sights were set to the gun now as the human placed his finger on the trigger.
In a dead end, someone you love beside you and a man with a gun pointed towards you, you know you have no chance of living, and you know you'll die a vain death seeing that you couldn't save a loved one. AJ felt himself rooted to the ground, fear gripping his body and mind, keeping him from choosing an appropriate action that might somehow save them both.
He looked at Serene again. Is he going to let it end this way? Let HER end this way? He thought quickly and urgently. No, he won't. He can't and he won't. Serene deserves to live. She deserves to be happy.
She deserves to be loved.
AJ looked at his surrounding. The sky was bright and blue, and the sun shone brightly through the kitchen window. Only one way in and out, blocked by the devil with a gun. They were under the kitchen sink, and beside them was a big, blue canister marked "Solane". A blue hose was connected to the stove. It was a gas can.
Only one way in and out. Unless... - A thought came into his mind as he looked at the window again.
Of course! His inner self smiled. They could run towards the window while avoiding the bullets.
But that's suicide. They've avoided enough bullets already. And what if Serene get's hit? He'll never forgive himself. Serene deserves to live.
And he doesn't?
Of course he does. But Serene's more important. More important than life itself, he decided. Sensually, he reached for Serene's paw, frightened at the thought that this would be the last moment they'll ever have together. When he spoke, he sounded discreet and commanding.
"Serene, listen to me." He started. "I'm going for him, and don't argue with me. While he's busy with me, I want you to run to that window." He knew Serene already spotted the light the shone through the window.
Serene looked at him, as if she didn't believe him. "What? AJ, you can't. What if..."
"You're more important than me, Serene. And to me, you're important than my own life."
"No, Alvin. You saved me, you comforted me. I'm not going to let you go." AJ looked at her glistening eyes shaded with purple. Tears were about to drop from it, he knew.
AJ closed his eyes, feeling his tears starting to form. He opened his eyes again and looked at her. "I love you, Serene."
His pushed Serene away from him with both of his paws. AJ cried out and charged towards the dark man with claws unsheathed. The gun cried a loud bang again with fire coming out of its nozzle. AJ didn't feel anything and sensed the quick bullet running past him, and hitting the ground. He charged faster, the gun shot again.
Suddenly, the white man appeared at the doorstep, looking urgent with his hand on his neck. "Idiot! You're shooting at a gas can! Stop!"
He warned, but it was too late. After one last bang from the gun, another bigger one followed. He sensed the smell of gas before he flew a great distance away from the shock of the blast. The last thing he felt was the heat surrounding him and his forehead smashing against the hard wall.
Everything went black.
Sorry for the lack of details.
Happy birthday, LOVEURSTORIES! About your suggestion. Sorry, I was planning something more intense. Like a fire.