Gold Digger Fan Fiction ❯ Cat and the Canary ❯ Chapter 1

"How can you do this to me?!" Brittany Diggers whined to her sister's ignoring back as the other continued to pack.Which for Gina Diggers amounted to supervising the help-bots as they loaded the Gina- Mobile: Mark eight. "I had plans this weekend!"

The genius busty blonde bombshell archeologist/adventuress/ inventor was conservatively dressed for once in a cream colored tailored woman's suit. With the last of the cases put away into something that looked like a low bodied van/dragster/plane and caught in the heighty spell her outfit radiated, she gave her adopted werecheetah sibling a reproachful look while dramatically adjusting her wide rimmed glasses before replying with, "Like maxing on your cards again? Girl, you've really got to get this shopping thing under control! But for now, just do this little favor and I'll pay off your bills for this month."

"But I was going to see Stripe! I haven't seen my little Love Muffin for weeks! It's not my fault that dig was a bust!"

Gina lowered the spectacles on her nose to give her sister a full stare while correcting, "That 'dig' turned up priceless academic artifacts! They'll make me the hit at the archeologist symposium this year."

"They are going to make US the hit at the symposium girlfriend!" Penny Pincher corrected her onetime adversary as she walked into the Digger's underground garage complex. Matching Gina in fashion sense dressed in black a with frilly white blouse the African-American strode up to the pair fixing the shorter, normal sized, of the two with a raised eyebrow. Stopped putting hands on shapely hips. "And I still say I was the first into the main chamber!"

"In your dreams!" Gina replied mirroring Penny's pose. "So you got lucky and found that secret passage. Who found the map in the first place?"

"If your pre-Islamic sandscript wasn't so poor you might have noticed the map was upside down hours ago!"

"Why you-!"

Brittany stepped between the two new 'friends' and killed the budding argument. In truth both had worked together pretty well this time… despite a few minor incidents. "Look, as much as I'd like to hear this argument-Again!-I have to ask is all this worth a hunk of glass?"

Both looked at her like she was from another planet. Which technically-she had never set foot on Planet of the Nerds, Brittany thanked God-she was. Then Gina said, "The Augsburg is the most prestigious award in the archeological world!"

Penny added dreamy eyed, "And this year Backstreet and Genuine are gonna give it away!" The two scientist and hardened explorers looked to each other, held hands…and screamed excitedly like schoolgirls…

Brittany was unphased and currently into techno. "Okay, so you wanna go to geek-central and fawn over some guys. But can't you take her with you?"

Clench broken, Penny let out a sigh. "The last time I took her to one of these it was bull in china a shop. They've still got me putting pieces back together! And since we got back so late, I couldn't find a sitter. Besides, at this point she's got a rep." Penny looked thoughtfully to Gina, "But you know, I really don't think this a good idea. You know how they get along."

Gina grinned only slightly. "Well… If you wanna stay here, I'll gladly go my-"

Penny was in the passenger seat, head hanging out the window and looking at the two sisters, "On the other hand, you two have been getting along lately! Gina! You gonna stand there all day girl or what?! Let's go!!"

Brittany made one last pouting plea. "But Stripe…"

"Is suppose to be tending some meeting in Atlantis and doesn't need you distracting him!" Gina walked to the driver's side.

"Tweety…!" Brittany said suddenly in a threatening low tone. Penny missed it but Gina froze.

"You wouldn't dare!" her elder sister hissed softly. Eyes level. Brit simply smacked her lips in a hungry fashion as she looked lazily and unblinkingly to Gina. Burped.

Penny's head again poked out looking to Brittany who quickly took a neutral face. "Seriously Brittany," she asked soberly, "please be nice to her. I feel bad enough, but she's been improving a lot and this could be just what she needs."

A glance to Gina who gave an imploring look with a cocked head and Brittany gave a grumble of compliance. Mouthing one last warning, her sister at last got in the car, started it as an elevator platform lifted it up. There was the muffled sound of VTOL jets engaging. The werecheetah waited for a moment with a scowl slowly blossoming on her furry lovely features, then stomped down a hallway leading towards the living quarters with chicken recipes floating through her head...

Charlotte sat timidly but tense on a couch in the underground complex's living area/main entrance. A duffel bag lay on the floor next to her: presumably the things for her stay. The amazon harpy sat with legs folded in a lose lotus and hands bunched up in her lap, wings folded against her back, trying to make herself small and less noticeable. When an obviously angry, and bigger, Brittany Diggers stomped into the room the poor bird-girl's eyes went wide with fear and she froze. Tried to look at the cat-girl without looking at her. Went as still as a rock in an earthquake.

"THAT LITTLE CREEP!!" Brittany loudly growled as she went to the refrigerator. Not remembering why she was thinking of food, she looked at the contents within then slammed the door. "She just drops this on me at the last minute!" she said aloud lying: Gina had asked her the day they came home from the dig and at the time she had agreed without thinking. "I got new outfits and everything!!"

Fuming, she paced the room seemingly oblivious of her guest who only became more frightened that the other was stomping behind her. At last Brittany walked past Charlotte and went to the opposite end of the 'U' shaped couch and flopped down across from her with only a flimsy table between them. Picked up a Victoria Secrets catalog to nosily leaf through.

The yellowed feathered harpy went a shade of blue…

At last Brittany noticed Charlotte, lowered the magazine and growled low with contempt in her eye, "What are YOU lookin' at!"

Bottom lip quivering, Charlotte did the only thing she could think of in the face of impending doom…

"Hey! What did I say?" Brittany asked innocently wincing at the sudden caterwauling. A slight pang of guilt tugged at her and she made an insincere attempt at a happy face. "I'm not mad at you or nothin'! See! I'm smiling and everything!" She made a wide, toothy grin… the very thing a bird wants to see on a cat!

Charlotte exploded into a sobbing fit.

"Will you stop crying?" Brit pleaded, "…PLEASE?!?" she was ignored as the bird girl curled into a sitting ball wrapping her wings about herself for protection. Brittany lowered her head and moaned into a slouch.

This is going to be a fun weekend! she thought sarcastically. The bad thing was that the harpy was getting over her fear of the werecat. Till now that is. And while Brittany had teased her at first, the cat-n-bird thing had gotten tired after a while. Besides, Charlotte was too nice a kid-granted, a VERY big kid-to be mean to. Then an idea came to her.

Reverting to her human form, Brittany stood and knelt by Charlotte's bag. Looking through it, she quickly found the thing she was looking for. In a sing-song voice, she said sweetly, "Char-lotte…look who I have?" She held up a teddy bear.

Sobs slowed as Charlotte's head poked out from a wing for a cautious peek. "M-Mr. Scruffy?" she managed after a time, took her favorite toy from the now puny cat-girl's offered hand with timid reserve. Disappearing behind feathers for a time, the brown plaything reemerged being clutched to the harpy's chest as her sobs lessened. Were broken by mild hiccups.

"That's a little better..." Brittany said softly with a sweet grin, then added as she stood erect, "Let me get you some water okay?" She went to the sink and got a glass. Filled it and came back. Charlotte took it as cautiously as the toy. Sipped but never took her eyes off the small girl before her. "I really didn't mean to scare you. I'm sorry."

"Brittany hate little-girl form," the harpy said with a pout handing back the glass, "Brittany hates Charlotte too!" She inched away.

Brittany put the glass on the table and managed a toothless sincere smile. "I don't hate you, you're just too easy to tease! Please don't cry anymore. Gina and Penny will be very upset with me when they come back and find you stressing."

"Penny doesn't like Charlotte any more! Leave Charlotte with mean Brittany!" She looked ready to start up again.

"No! Please, please don't start that again! Penny still likes you! Really! She just couldn't take you with her! She knew how bored you'd be! She and Gina are going to a geek convention, wall to wall pocket protectors!" noticing she was getting through, Brit added quickly, "Look, me and my sister hang out all the time right? But I'm here cause I'd be pulling out my hair on the first calculus joke!"

Actually I'd be doing a private fashion show for My Love Muffin! she thought but wisely didn't say. "I'm sorry about all the times I teased you. And I promise I'll never to do it again!"

Still pouting, Charlotte looked more than doubtful. "Brittany REALLY promises to be nice to Charlotte?"

"Promise!" She held her right hand while crossing her heart with the other. Slowly the bird-girl untangled herself. Took another sip of offered water while still clutching Mr. Scruffy. Brittany let out a sigh then noted her now baggy attire. "And since we are friends now, is it all right if I change back?"

Charlotte gave a rather reluctant nod.

"Thanks girlfriend!" Brit chorused as she stretched and changed to werecat. To Charlotte's new cringe she gave a cheerful, honest toothless smile and friendly wave. With timid shy effort, it was returned.

"There now," Brittany said cheerfully, "that wasn't so hard." She went to the kitchenette and the fridge. "Are you hungry?" the bird-girl's head bobbed in a slow nod. "Great!" the werecat said opening the door. "I think I saw some roast chicken in…" She froze, a sour look grew on her features.

"damn…!" she cursed under her breath.

"Mean Brittany promised!!" Charlotte whined as she started to cry anew…

After calming Charlotte down again, and a vegetarian lunch, the rest of the day went without incident for the odd pair. It had taken the sacrifice of a few brain cells watching some show were a guy found everyday items with the help of a blue dog and friends, but Brittany slowly won over the frightened bird-girl.

Her first impulse, even with Penny's requests, had been to lock the harpy up in a guest room with a pile of birdseed in one corner and a stack of newspaper in another. Yet she was rather happy with the alternative of spending the day with her. As she had noted before, Charlotte was a sweet, if naïve girl. But once she got to know her, it was really hard to find a dislike.

Aside from her TV viewing choices that is…

It was even a pleasure helping with the girl's studies. Despite her slow in appearance mentality,Charlotte was a fast learner. And while a guilty pleasure, Brittany liked being the brain around the place for once. And with Brianna at a gun show and father in Jade, she didn't fancy being alone at the house.

…Not that she'd be at the house right now!

Brit thought of Stripe almost constantly. His all too cute face. His strong arms. His chiseled pecks. His six-pack belly. His long…

She tended to stop with the mental image around there with reluctance. Especially when Charlotte looked at her at one point and asked why was she all red in the face!

It was with the lower half of his image-after her zillionth report to Penny-that she and Charlotte made ready for bed after dinner and watching a movie that the harpy had assured Penny had said was okay for her to see.

A little early for her, Brittany couldn't resist spending the extra time trying on some of the outfits that had help trap her for the weekend. She was just beginning to wear some of the more erotic pieces with nipples getting erect in a half cup bra and thinking about doing something about a nagging feeling when her door opened.

"Brittany," Charlotte sighed as she stepped into the room in an oversized flannel backless nighty. Mr. Scruffy snuggled under her bosom by a down covered arm. "Can I sleep with you tonight?" she asked sleepy eyed.

"Don't you know how to knock!" Brittany yelled from under the covers of her bed, saved from embarrassment by her speed.

The yellow feathered harpy cringed. "C-Charlotte sorry… but Charlotte have scary dream about Freddie chasing her!" She sniffled with a tear in the corner of her eye, "And Penny not here! Charlotte not home!" she hiccuped.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Geeze… I told you that would happen!" Brit regarded the other dully. "So… you're more scared of Freddie than you are of me?"

"Charlotte not scared of Brittany! Brittany Charlotte's friend! 'Open can of whoop ass' on Freddie!!" It was Brittany's turn to cringe.

"I knew I shouldn't have let you play Redneck Rampage! Penny's gonna' kill me when she hears you say that!" The werecat sighed, slid to a side of the king size bed and raised the free half of the covers. "C'mon on… hop in!" she said with a grinning sigh.

With a whoop of joy, Charlotte jumped onto the bed. Mindful of her wings, she laid on her side hugging a pillow. "Goodnight!" she said with a wide grin. Mr. Scruffy lay between them looking up at the ceiling.

As did a rather frustrated looking Brittany.

Turning off the lights from a control built into her night stand, Brittany put her arms behind her head, exposing naked breasts from the covers and let out a soft sigh. Tried not to think about Stripe yet again.

"Brittany?" Charlotte asked after a time.

"Whaaaat!" She answered in a low rumble. Inches away from putting another chicken in the fridge.

"What's that smell?"

Brittany was about to suddenly and violently end this budding friendship when she noticed it too. An overly sweet scent mix of strawberries. It was then her night vision saw the pair of panties she put on today laying on the floor, then noted how she felt rather sticky in the crotch. It was with a slow dawning she realized she was still wearing the set she had tried on!

Out of curiosity, Brittany had put on a pair of eatable underwear she had found in a shop on Jade. Unlike the normal variety, these supposedly could be worn at anytime. She had forgotten about them till now, finding them buried in her vast closet. And indeed, when she had put them on, not only did they show no sign of melting, but looked and felt like the finest silk undies she had ever put on. Yet now they were all but turning to jam between her legs!

Then it was with further shock she remembered the shopkeeper's instructions. The old woman had told her the magical panties consisted of a special love potion and a few minor spells. When the wearer slept next to the one she cared for and was aroused herself, the spell which preserved them would dissipate and the panties would melt. When your lover caught the aroma of the love potion, they would be drawn to it, and once they tasted it, would be driven mad with lust. Until then of course they were normal panties. Could even be washed, lasting for years till a girl found, 'the right one'.

Brittany groaned in utter humiliation.

Thinking of Stripe always got her hot, and she had been without her Love Muffin for some time. The stupid spell in the underwear must have misinterpreted Charlotte's presence and gone into action. And while Brittany liked the harpy, she did not like the harpy! She had to get the bird-girl out of her room and get this stuff off she concluded.

Charlotte meanwhile had other ideas…

While Brittany was reeling in embarrassment, Charlotte had crawled under the covers, following the all too sweet scent as a rather uncertain warmness built in her belly. Something of what she was doing felt wrong, but the enticing ordure pushed her on. It burned in her nostrils as she came to hover over Brittany's waist. Found that the werecat's thighs and hips were covered in sticky gel. Licking her lips in an absent way, Charlotte went to taste as Brittany at last realized the covers were bunching up on her side!

"Charlotte!!" she yelped ripping away the blanket. "NO!!!" Sensing her distress, the house computer turned the lights back on.

Uncovered, the bird-girl looked up at Brittany with red, sticky lips and a lost, hungry look. She smiled timidly, cleaned her mouth with a sultry pass of her tongue, then went back down. Brittany made to slide away and off the bed, but a tremble of pleasure as Charlotte licked at her pelvis gave her pause. Strawberry jam that had been soft red silk was seeping into her vagina and making her tingle with want. She tried to fight it: This is wrong, she thought, Charlotte has no idea of what shes doing. The love potion's making her lick me like this! I should show her how to do it right…

Before Brittany could chastise herself for thinking like that, Charlotte discovered that the jam was sweetest along the folds of the cat-girl's libia. The dainty tongue probed lightly along the slit of sensitive flesh. She feasted upon it.

"OH GOD!!" Brittany exclaimed arcing her back and gripping the bed sheets. Her tail sprang to ridgedness at an angle from her backside. Holding the warecheetah's thighs apart in an underhanded clench, Charlotte lapped ravenously now at cum with just a hint of strawberry. Fast leaner! A very fast learner!! Brittany thought wonderfully suffering. Let the pleasure wash over her.

The bird-girl moaned in a near coo as she attacked Brittany's cunt. The werecat noticed the harpy's hips rocking wantonly as she lay on the bed. Panties with teddy bear prints soaked at the crotch showed from under a lifted hem and flexing wings. Surrendering to an urge, Brittany reached over and stroked a finger between the other's legs and along her covered sex. Charlotte halted at once with a gasping moan. The down of her face brushed against the fur of Brittany's inner leg as the cat's digits slipped under panties and gently fingered the harpy's pussy.

Pulling off the panties one handed, It took little coaxing to get the bird-girl to half sit up and move her hips so that they were over Brittany's face. Digits working tenderly, she noted Charlotte's hymen and did not go too deeply. Teasing libia lips apart, drops of the virgin's love juice ran down her fingers. Soaked into the fur of her cheeks as her tongue played up and down the cunt. Her lips suckled an erect and plump clitoris. Charlotte had long ago forgotten Brittany's sex, but the werecat forgave the inattention: her dreamy, aroused birdsong was reward enough.

Nipple of flesh caught gently in teeth as hands held her arse close to the cat's mouth, Charlotte came with a harsh, sweet cry covering Brittany's face with cum. Lapping at the trembling pelvis, Brit felt her own orgasm spread as a warm quaking fire as the harpy again put her tongue to her furry honey covered cunt. Kissed her crotch in gratitude.

Cooing with complaint as Brittany moved from under her and turning her over, she groaned pleasurably as the werecat moved atop her slipping her nighty over her head. Intertwining in a hug,their sticky lips met for a long kiss, then one wetly cleaned the face of the other.

Naked hard nipples protruding from brisling fur brushed against bare sisters showing from tiny ruffled down. Clashed against opposite covering of breast only increasing sensations of pleasure. Brittany's hips ground into Charlotte's as she nibbled the bird-girl's neck. Swooning with teary eyes, the harpy ran a hand through the warecat's spotty orange white mane. They kissed again as her wings enfolded them both.

Then Brittany was slowly moving down, warmly kissing the base of Charlotte's neck as one hand fondled a breast while the other raised a feathered thigh amid laced legs. Clit rubbed clit as she gyrated into the hips of the harpy with short husky growls. Charlotte matched the rhythm as she took handfuls of bed sheet with three digit fingers and lolled her head to the side. Meowed sweetly as she opened her wings and slowly flexed them with the rhythm.

Pressing harder, moving faster, Brittany caressing hand pressed Charlotte's hip to hers as she fell to the side. The harpy clawed at the werecat's thighs as she too tried to fuse them both together. Wailing an erotic song, they rubbed each other to hard climaxes. The orgasm first hit Charlotte who's trembling sex set off Brittany's. Still moving with rocking wanting motion, the bird-girl came again as the werecat's second melted into her first. A third tore into her partner which only brought on another. Possessed by the traversing climax, both bodies of the wanton creatures shook animatedly with the epicenter of the sex quake at their pelvises. Then near spent, both gave one last elated cry then collapsed into a panting elongated heap. Weak stripes of strawberry were mixed with their overflowing sex cream.

Then slowly and with effort, both slid on the expansive bed to lay in the arms of the other. The werecat enfolded the bird-girl in a loving hug as she bunched up her arms to her chest and rested her face in the small of the other's neck. A wing covered them both and they fell asleep with tender smiles…

The morning after: a time defined in urban legend when one woke with a buzzing head as bits of the night before bubbled up to explain oddities currently in ones life. Why a man wakes up in woman's underwear with a traffic pylon from another country or\and a sheep next to him in bed-a bed being an optional luxury. For a woman it tended to be a strange man singing in a shower as she hurriedly dressed and left an apartment hoping that it wasn't hers. Tattoos, piercings and finding yourself a member of some organization you would never even consider joining in the first place were so common between genders that if you did not find such it was the general consensus that you did not have a really good time and were obligated to do it again-If you could remember what that was…

Brittany had never indulged in alcohol or drugs so she had never found this out through intoxication. And while she had had many boyfriends before Stripe, she had known them long before sleeping with the few she had-the ones her father did not chase off with his flaming skull routine anyway. And the closest she had gotten to lesbianism before this was cupping Gina's breasts to emphasize a point to the then introverted bookworm.

As the spray of the shower pelted her furry skin with hot water all she could think of was last night with an unforgiving clear head. Even with the excuse of the love potion she could not deny that she had enjoyed making love to Charlotte, but that only seemed to make it worse. She was suppose to be taking care of the harpy, watching out for her.

No matter her size and power, Charlotte was still a child. Penny had rescued the genetically engineered harpy from a stable of hench-monsters of the crazed dog scientist/time traveler Peachbody to take as her own bodyguard but was more looking out for her than the other way around. A fast learner-very fast if last night was any example-she had gone from grunts and whimpers to communicate to sentences lacking personal pronouns in a short time. Even considering this, the bird-girl could only be a few years old.

And Brittany had taken her innocence away…

While technically still a virgin, Brittany had woken the woman-child to things she was probably not emotionally ready for. Her bond to Penny was strong, but now a new level had been opened to her, how would she react? That thought hunted Brittany as she tried to cleanse her body if not her mind.

In a half daze she dried herself and dressed in a baggy jumpsuit, unconsciously trying to make herself look unappealing. Her bed was a mess and the room stank of strawberries. Charlotte had gone when she woke-cleaning herself in her guest room Brittany had guessed. Confirmed checking the complex's computer before taking her own shower. Again she checked water usage as she ordered the vent system to air her room. Finding it zero, she ran a sensor sweep and discovered a blip on the map of the main hall.

Charlotte making breakfast to surprise her new love-her first love-Brittany thought shamefully. She'd have to let the harpy down as easy as possible.

Instead of a singing bird-girl happily burning oatmeal, toast and some such however, Brittany found the harpy sitting in the same timid poise from the morning before. Only this time awkwardness replaced fear on her lovely avian features.

Oh good… Brittany thought with her shame deepening, She's really confused about last night. If Penny doesn't skin me, I'll probably be paying for her therapy for the rest of my life…

"Um…Hi…" she managed with a shy nod and grin. Charlotte looked up, forced a smile, then lowered her head again bashfully. "Mind…" Brittany choked out wryly, "Mind if I sit down?" The bird-girl shook her head no and the werecat sat opposite her with the table between them.

There was a long, uncomfortable, silence…

"Brittany…/Charlotte!" both spoke over the other. After tossing the right to speak first to the other a few times, an insistent Brittany begged Charlotte to say what was on her mind. Regretted her choice even before the bird-girl spoke.

"Charlotte sorry about last night… she… she not know what happen…"

"Look," Brittany interrupted before more could be said, "Charlotte I… wait? What did you say?'Sorry'?!"

"Charlotte never do anything like that before… she took advantage of friend Brittany."

Brittany looked to the harpy with a kind of perplexed shock.

The harpy was looking down at the table and two twiddling fingers. "Brittany make Charlotte feel wonderful, and Charlotte know when two people feel that way about each other…love each other…they do things like that. Like what we did last night.

"But…But Charlotte…Charlotte not…not love Brittany. She sorry, but she only like friend Brittany…hope she still friend. Please…don't be mad at me...Charlotte …Charlotte…

"…I'm sorry…" tears formed in the corners of the harpy's eyes as she looked to her hands. One of Brittany's covered them, gave a tender comforting squeeze. She looked up to see the werecat smiling warmly at her in understanding.

"Honey, I couldn't have said it better. Actually, I didn't know what I was going to say. You are my friend and I like you very much, just not in that way." Her cheeks went warm, "And you were great too…"

Suddenly realizing that they were looking at each other in a blush, holding hands and telling the other they did not feel that way about the other, they snapped back to proper posture and tried to find something interesting in the walls, ceiling and floor to look at. Inevitably catching the glance ofthe other, they held the stare with more mounting embarrassment. They still had a few days together alone and would have to get through them… not feeling that way about each other.

"You…umm, " Brittany managed with some effort, "You want some breakfast?!"

Sitting in an Indian squat with a hand in her lap, a finger from the other teasing her bottom lip, Charlotte bashfully requested, "Anything without strawberries is fine with me…"

If Penny Pincher through that slapping the werecheetah would do some serious damage, she would have the moment Brittany told her what she and Charlotte had done. As it was she paced angrily before the werecat as the other sat guiltily with head low as the African American sorted through her mind for what to say without resorting to four letter words. Found that was all it had in it's dictionary right now.

It took a moment for it to sink in, that sleeping together was not eating Cheetos in bed while warning campers on the TV that Jason was right behind them while you wore thick bathrobes with your head in a towel and avocado conditioner on your face. No, as both looked at her lamely drinking coco, all subdued innocence after saying nothing of this in any of the phone conversations she had had, it took a while for Penny to understand that sleeping together meant Sleeping Together.

But when she had…

Hands balled into fists, she wanted Brittany as a human, then in the morgue in short order. Go with what you know… Penny thought steaming.

"How could you do something like this?" she said at last halting in front of the remorseful cat with a growl. "I trusted you to look after her, and you do this? I was worried you'd either lock her in a room or torment her with those stupid shit eating grins of yours." Her voice rose as she looked at Brittany with full contempt, "Charlotte doesn't know much about the world or the people in it. The bad people. I do my best to protect her from them. But now I all but hand her over to a fucking child molester!" Her fist came up in a right cross that didn't even phase her target as she screeched, "YOU BITCH!!!"

"Penny…" Gina tried to say as she stood next to a pale and frightened sitting Charlotte.

"YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!" the furious girl roared stabbing a finger in the other's face. "This is all your damn fault!! You talked me into this! Leaving Charlotte with your pervert sister! You're just as sick as she is!! All the times you yanked on my panties! I should have known!!" the black girl was nose to nose with the blonde causation with tears in her eyes. "I just hope you're fucking happy! You finally got what you wanted! Both of you!!" she shoved Gina out of the way and took Charlotte's hand, "Come on girl, where're getting the hell out of this place!"

"no…" the harpy whispered taking back her hand looking at the table. Grimacing at Gina and making her shy away, Penny knelt and put a hand on Charlotte's knee. Managed to get the anger out of her voice.

"Charlotte… Charlotte I'm not mad at you…I promise. This wasn't your fault, you're not to blame. Brittany did some awful things to you I know, but-"

"It wasn't awful." Charlotte interrupted not looking Penny in the eye, "It was nice. She liked making love to Brittany because that's what she did. What friend Brittany did. They-we made love. She did it to me and I did it to her. We did it together because we wanted to. You're… you're just mad because you think I am too stupid to know that." Now she gave Penny a shy confronting look.

"Baby-bird, I never said you were stupid. You're very smart. You just haven't been out in the world.You're my friend, my best friend. I just want to protect you."

Charlotte turned to fully face Penny and took both her hands in her own. "Friend Penny. Best Friend Penny, Charlotte is not a baby. She was not when you first met her. Not when you made her your friend and showed her more than the bad dog did. Not now and not the night she-I made love to friend Brittany. If you are mad at Brittany, then you are mad at Charlotte and you have no reason to be because Charlotte is not a baby-bird. Charlotte is a woman and Brittany's friend just like she is your friend.

"Just as you are my best friend."

Absorbing the words, Penny let them soak in. Melt her anger. A hint of guilt and shame came over her as she realized she had underestimated the harpy's understanding. That, and what she had just said and done to Brittany and Gina. She lowered her head.

"Can…can someone help me up?" she said to all in general, "I managed to put one foot in my mouth and the other up my butt."

"Friend Penny's feet are on the floor as always." Charlotte said naïvely with a grin of full understanding. Penny returned it for a second then her eyes shied to either side. To Brittany and Gina.

"Uh…Guys…I'm really sorry about-"

"It's okay Penny," Gina said with a forgiving grin, "I'd go off like that too if I was in the same situation."

"Yeah, I'm fine." Brittany mumbled touching her cheek, "You know how thick skinned we perverts are…"

"Brittany!"

"No it's okay Gina," Penny said standing. Walking over timidly to the werecat with a hand grabbing an elbow and head bowed looking away, she said, "Brittany, I'm really, REALLY sorry about what I said. For hitting you and all." She looked up shamefully, "I should respect Charlotte's judgment more."

"Then I have your permission to ask for her hand in marriage?" Brittany smirked meeting Penny's eye. Gave a weak apologetic shrug and grin. "Sorry…" another shrug and a lame grimace, "Truth be told, both of us felt odd about it afterwards. And it was really my fault, if I hadn't been wearing that damn underwear-"

"Underwear?!" Penny repeated perplexed. A querious sound came from Gina.

"Yeah," Brittany went on running a hand through her hair, "I got these special panties from Jade. Had some kind of love potion in them…"

As the werecat told her tale, Penny and Gina exchanged a look. A very odd look as a blush claimed their cheeks…

"…Dad warns us not to mess with magic," Brittany finished looking to the floor missing the exchanged glances, "I will defiantly know better next time."

Looking rather…bashful…as she took this new fact in, Penny bit her lip asking, "And this stuff only made you do it once?"

"It wasn't like it drove us sex mad or anything. I mean not really. I think if we really had wanted, we could have stopped. I think the stuff just lost it's effect right after it went off. I cleaned up and I still smell it in my room sometimes but I don't feel any diffrent. Turned on or anything."

"Friend Gina," Charlotte asked the busty blushing Diggers girl, "Why is-" Penny cut her off as she took the harpy's hand and urged her onto her feet.

"Lets go girlfriend!" Penny asked hurridly, "We've been enough of a burden!" She helped the bird-girl lift her heavy night bag and put a support strap over her shoulder. Got behind her and pushed her to the elevator. "We better get home <heh, heh>, I gotta have a long talk with Charlotte. Thanks for doing-I mean!-taking care of-letting her stay here Brittany! Sorry about the yelling an all-these things just happen I guess! Gina…we'll talk!! Bye!!"

As the elevator doors closed, the sisters heard Charlotte say, "Penny, you're blushing just like Gina…" A grown from Pincher and they shut. Brittany raised an eyebrow in reaction to what she had seen as Gina just let out an absent huffing breath.

"Well! That's that!" The blonde offered haphazardly, "Guess I better go unpack! Later!!" She added heading towards the garage.

"Freeze!!" Brittany commanded and the other did so in mid stride. "What was all that?"

"All what?"

"That. I just made out with someone Penny considers her own kid and then she just takes off? And when she was yelling and calling us both perverts she said something about you getting what you wanted? Did you trick her out of the award or something?"

"What award?"

"THE award!? The wisenheimer or something? The reason you two left and I was watching Charlotte? Who won?"

"Oh! You mean the Augsburg?! She did! She always does!"

She was a certain British explorer that packed a pair of 45's and at last report DD's. Say her name in front of Gina enough times and the girl's ears could be used to roast marshmallows.

"Hmmm… and every time she does," Brittany considered as she noted her sister's odd-odder-behavior, "you come home and sulk for days. Yet you and Penny came in laughing. Real chummy too."

"It's just a hunk of glass like you said. Nothing to lose sleep over right? HEY!! Did you hear Charlotte say, 'I', and, 'we', a couple of times? Boy, she's really picking up on those personal pronouns isn't she?" Gina looked to her naked wrist as if it had a watch as she again turned to leave. "Well, I'd like to chat all day, but I've got things to do and I'm sure you do to. Maybe you should go and see Stripe? Good? Good! Bye!!"

"FREEZE!!" Brittany growled with both knowing full well that she could catch Gina in negative seconds. The blonde kept her back to her sibling as she took on an innocent air. Brittany lay casually over the couch back resting her chin on folded arms as she gave a predator's smile.

"You want to know something sis? A day after me and Charlotte went hot and heavy because of the panties, I remembered I had bought two pairs. Strawberry and blueberry, but I can't find the second.You wouldn't know anything about that would you?" at her sister's silence she repeated a bit threateningly, "Would you!?"

What two consenting adults did alone was their own business. Brittany had known this but had still told Penny because she knew as well as Charlotte did it was also the right thing to do. What Gina and Penny might have done-whatever the cause-was likewise between them. The only concern of the werecheetah right now was that the probable cause was something of hers. And now that the lesser issue was put aside, it was Gina's turn to face the consequences for her actions.

Gina Diggers only held her happy pose in light of the implied accusation. Head knocked back with an open mouth smile. One leg up and out with the other firmly planted. Arms frozen in mid joyful swing-she didn't move a muscle.

Brittany didn't even bother to sniff the air for a scent as she leapt from the couch in pursuit of her genius sister. Of course if she was so smart she would have known better than to steal from someone who was very possessive about her things… and could bend steal bars and run at mach speed.

She's dead. the werecheetah thought as she ran through her sister's holographic image towards the open doorway she had escaped from.

But being a genius, Gina had not only made a hologram of herself, but of the open doorway before she closed and sealed it to give herself more time. Brittany wasn't up to full speed before she found this out the hard way.

"Oh…she is Sooo dead…" Brittany moaned aloud before she slid to the floor for a short little nap...