Mia

Song: Why should I worry? Oliver and Company

“Huh?”

“Are you kidding me?” I yelled at him. “You’re nose is bleeding all over the place!”

He chuckled, his eyes clouded from the blood loss. “You look pretty sexy sitting over me like that.”

“What?” I looked down and sure enough, I’m naked. I could feel the embarrassment before anger quickly went over it. “You.” My hand clenched into a fist. “Fucking.” I raised it. “PERVERT!!” I thrust my fist forward into his face, breaking the couch as we both went down.

Lucas stayed down, a goofy grin on his face as a few teeth were missing. I raced to my room before he could recover, going straight to my closet to find any clothes. Unfortunately for me, I forgot to do laundry and only have a crop top and my last pair of underwear to wear. Fuck it, better than nothing! I quickly pulled them on (having to stop right under my tail for my panties) and looked in the mirror to see Bry’s damage. It wasn’t all that bad, the ears and tail were cute, but I didn’t like the stripes. They made people look at my stomach too much in the shirt.

I jogged back downstairs to find Lucas holding his nose with a paper towel. “You’re a pervert, you know that?”

He glared past the towel. “I believe that’s what you screamed at me before breaking your couch.”

“It’s worth it,” I grumbled. I walked over to the fridge to find some milk, I’m craving the fuck out of it. “You can leave now. I’m human enough so you can go back to school or something.” Where the hell is the milk? It’s usually on the top shelf.

I heard Lucas grunt from behind me. “What happened to the Mia on Saturday?” he groaned. “At least she didn’t hit me.”

I rolled my eyes and bent down to check the bottom drawer. “What happened to the Lucas from an hour ago?” I mocked. “At least he wasn’t staring at my tits.”

“You had no tits at the time!”

“News flash, female cats have six teats.” I rummaged around some more until I found the familiar red tag for our whole milk. “Finally!” I held up the milk to the kitchen light and swished it around, making sure it was still good to drink.

“You know Mia, you shouldn’t walk around like that.”

I paid him no mind and took a swig of milk, closing the door to the fridge. “Why shouldn’t I, it’s my house and my moms don’t really care.”

Before I could turn around a pair of hands pinned me to the door and Lucas whispered, “Because you might get attacked.”

Okay, what? Why would someone attack me for wearing underwear and a crop top in my kitchen? “Lucas knock it off.”

“What are you gonna do about it?” he licked my neck, making me squeak and he groaned. “I like that sound Mia.”

This is starting to get all too weird for my tastes. “I mean it Lucas, knock it off before I get mad.”

Lucas grabbed my waist and turned me around to face him, pinning me back to the fridge with his hips. “What’s the matter Mia?” he dipped down to nip at my chest. “Am I bothering you?”

I’ll be honest, it felt really good. Not only is Lucas kinda hot, maybe not kinda, but it’s been a little while since I’ve gotten anything close to sex and with that bulge it’s definitely getting close. He sucked on one of the stripes on my chest. “L-Lucas, I’m serious.”

His head popped up to my eye level and for the first time I noticed his eyes; light grey. Almost like they were clouds on a sunny day, threatening people to rain. “Tell me straight Mia,” Lucas said giving me the most serious face I’ve ever seen from him. “Tell me no and I’ll stop and never bother you again. I won’t flirt with you, or ask you out. I will never touch you again. You just have to say ‘no’.”

I couldn’t say it. I may find him annoying, or a pain in my ass, but I really like him. Lucas is funny, and he keeps my life interesting at school. So I couldn’t say it.

“If you’re not going to say anything, I’m going to continue Mia,” he warned.

“U-um.”

“Yes?”

“Musk is used from the front of a deer’s penis!” I blurted.

Lucas instantly looked aback. “What?”

“To make musk perfume the small sack in front of a musk deer is used as the base,” I said. I’m already in deep shit as it is, might as well dig even deeper. “And did you know that natural flavoring substitutes such as vanilla, strawberry and raspberry come from a gland just above the beaver’s anus?”

“I-No, I didn’t know any of that,” he said. Lucas took a few steps from me and stared as if I was a ticking time bomb.

“A male bumblebee ejaculation is so strong their penis explodes and they die,” I said. At this point I was giving him the weirdest facts that are popping in my head just to get him out of here so I don’t end up sleeping with him.

Lucas flinched at the last fact and gave me a nervous smile. “Well, um, I should probably get back to school,” he said. “You look like you can take care of yourself now.” he started backing up, heading for the door. “So, I’ll just be on my way.” with a hurried spin, Lucas ran out, closing the door behind him.

I sighed in relief. Finally he was gone! If he was here any longer, I’m sure my mom would’ve had a nice surprise waiting for her when she got home. I took one last swig of milk, returned it to its rightful place in the fridge and sat down at the dining room table. Mom was gonna be home in a few hours and I’m gonna have to find a good reason why her couch is broken just a hundred feet away. I’m gonna have to make everything else better for her.

A few hours of studying, cleaning and a homemade batch of peanut butter cookies later, the gates to hell opened. Also known as, my mom is home; and it’s not my step mom. I stood in the dining room, surrounded by sparkles of how clean I made the rooms. She came around looking tired. “I heard from Thel that my Mia got turned into another animal,” she said. Mom took one look at the room and stopped in surprise. “You cleaned.”

I shuffled nervously. “I had time on my hands.”

Mom glared at me. “What did you do?”

“Why do I have to do something wrong to clean the house?”

“You only clean this well when we have company coming over or you did something wrong. I already ruled out the first one,” mom said. “So? What did you do?”

“Um, I made cookies!” I ran and got the plate of treats. Mom stopped me halfway with a creepy smile and I felt a chill go up my spine.

“What. Did. You. Do?”

“I broke the couch,” I whispered.

Her smile didn’t falter. In fact she looked even happier. I knew right then and there, I fucked up. Mom bent down to retrieve the slipper of doom and dashed for it. I got as far as the door before a sharp pain in the back of my head knocked me out.