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As far as the cheetah knew, this town was well known for being a major tourist attraction. It made sense considering it was a beach town and all.
“Hey Ricardo; stash these extra layers, will ya?” she gestured to her worm, holding her hoodie and vest.
“Okey Dokey!” he replied in one of his many cartoon voices.
In one fell swoop, he swallowed both bits of clothing whole, storing it in his hammerspace and letting the cheetah walk freely in her white, blue sleeved shirt. As little as she cared about the overall amount she wore thanks to never feeling hot or cold, it did make her feel better all the same.
She quietly let the worm slither up to her shoulder as she put her paws in her pockets. The air was brisk thanks to the breeze, and the forecast she saw earlier on the wall TV news promised a beautiful day; something she was inclined to believe.
“So.” She started, looking at her friend. “Where ya wanna go first?”
“I wanna smoothie.” He replied.
…
“Harley, I’m going on break.” Her friend said.
“Cool.” The fossa said absentmindedly.
“Hey, try not to mix any weird cocktail using the equipment again? I know it’s slow, but seriously, you’re making a real routine out of it.”
“Well, then, you should know that I’ll completely ignore you by the time you leave.”
Her friend was about to say something, but stopped himself and slouched back to his car.
“You have a good one!” she called out.
Now without the hoverer to dull her day, the fossa known as Harley was finally free to mingle. Not that there were many people around right now since it was that time in the afternoon where it wasn’t really busy, but still, at least when someone interesting did arrive, she wouldn’t have any problems.
Not that there wasn’t anyone around, mind you. There were a couple of tourists hanging out and having some good times, but none of them really caught her eye. They were all pretty…bland if that made any sense. The smoothie/bubble tea place her friends worked at was a very hipster-y place to hang out. She didn’t really have to work there since her rich parents usually bought her happiness, but still, considering that they didn’t really spend time with her, it was a lot more fun to hang around this place with friends.
She certainly wasn’t the best at the job, but since she was a friend, the real employees around her let her hang out. Add that to the fact that it helped her meet interesting people, it was a pretty sweet deal. Unfortunately, as she already knew, no one around was that interesting at all.
“Ey, barkeep!” A voice said in the distance.
“Hm?”
She looked out ahead at the source and saw…oh my.
“Y’all still open?”
Now that was more like it.
Bright ember furred cheetah with blue eyes and a thick, wild white and red haircut; snug fit clothes, deep blue eyes, scars for extra detail, walked with a cool authority…oh, this one was gonna be interesting.
“Sure thing, babe.” She said.
…
That was a relief.
“Great. If I weren’t immortal, I would’ve killed myself at this point.”
The light cinnamon colored mammal practically spat trying to hide her laughter.
“You’re cocky, arent’cha?” she asked.
“Believe me, it’s justified.”
“I’m sure. So what'll it be?”
“No idea. I’m treatin’ my friend.”
Ricardo hopped off her shoulder like a spring and landed on the counter. He smiled at the smaller feline with those big toony teeth, standing proud on his limbless body.
“Huh…okay…your friend’s the worm.” She said, confused.
“Look, I know it’s weird, but he’s a nice guy.” Angel Eyes said, defending her friend. “I’m buyin’ for him, so just go with it, yeah?”
She looked at the cheetah, and then at the worm, and then she shrugged with a small smile.
“Eh. I’ve had weirder people come by.” She said. “So uh…what did you want again?”
“I wanna smoothie.” He said in that same voice.
“Alright. What flavor?” the fossa asked.
“Surprise me!” Ricardo hopped happily.
As she began to get the drink ready, Angel Eyes took the time to look over her host. She was a fossa feline, with a long mane that was completely swept to one side of her head. She wore a black tank top that completely covered her breasts, but not much else, along with a matching set of shorts. The top had the writing ‘Danger’ on it. She also had a choker with a ring on it, a beauty mark under her eye, a tattoo on her right arm, and had visible muscle adorning her figure, but it wasn’t over the top.
“See something you like?” she asked, giving the cheetah a smile.
“Don’t know yet.” She replied.
She looked down and saw her serve her friend his drink. Overjoyed at the sight of the thick opaque red liquid, he morphed himself into a straw and hopped into a cup.
“So…what is he exactly?” the fossa asked with an intrigued look on her face.
“He’s my worm.” Angel Eyes answered.
“Uh, huh…” she said quietly, now holding a glass of her own.
*Clink*
“Cheers, hon.” She said.
*Gulp*
The fossa downed a quarter of her smoothie and watched Ricardo finish his own beverage. Now he was just lying around in the bottom of the cup, smiling happily.
…
A pretty girl with an interesting company! Definitely a welcome change of pace.
“Did y’all want anything else?” She asked the worm with that thick new Orleans accent.
The worm slithered out of the cup, now a little bit bigger, before instantly growing a set of dopey teeth, and saying: “Uhh…nope. Nuh-uh. Nope. Ee…e-hee-hee-heh-hee…”
“Wait a minute, I remember that line…” Harley spoke up. “Courage the Cowardly Dog!”
“Oh, yeah…!” the worm said.
Whoever these guys were, they had good taste.
“Look at you, already making friends.” The angel eyed woman said. “Wallet.” She picked up her worm and watched as he turned into the oldest looking wallet Harley had ever seen. She placed $10 on the table. “Keep the change.”
Harley took another big swig of her smoothie while Angel Eyes got out of her seat.
“Much as I’d love to keep on talkin’ with y’all, there’s a town to see, and I promised my friend we’d do somethin’ fun.”
She was beginning to walk away, but Harley wasn’t about to let her catch get away that easily. It was time to reel her in.
“Now hold up Angel Eyes; you didn’t pay the full tab.”
She stopped in her tracks and turned around.
“Oh, really? ‘Cause I recall only havin’ one.”
“Wrong; you had two. And you let me have the other one.”
She got out of the booth and walked up to the cheetah, who now had her paws in her pockets, and was now facing Harley.
“And in exchange for buying me that drink, I’ll show you around town the right way; keep you clear of all the dud spots, and maybe show you what happens tonight?”
Despite her narrowing her eyes, the angel eyed cheetah didn’t look angry per se; rather cautious.
“Alright, girl. Humor me. Where do I go to have fun?”
…
An outdoor bar. Not bad, all things considered. Angel Eyes was, after all, an alcoholic. The setup wasn’t bad either. The whole thing was built over the sand, right next to the beach. The sun was shining, the wind was just right, and a couple of surfers were catching some decent waves out in the water.
“Hey, hey, hey, everybody!!!” Harley shouted to the barkeeps. She introduced herself on the way here.
“Hey, hey, Harley!!!” the male one greeted with equal volume. “You still on for tonight?”
“You know it, dude!” she confirmed, elbow bumping both him and the girl with him.
They both took notice of the cheetah. “So who’s your friend?” the girl asked.
Harley quickly turned and placed an arm around her shoulder, as if they were already lifelong friends.
“This…”
She paused, realizing that she hadn’t actually got the cheetah’s name.
“…is Angel Eyes.”
“Angel Eyes. Cool.” The male barkeep said, extending his hand. The cheetah shook and took a look at the large amounts of drinks adorning the shelf of the bar. “You gotta preference Angel Eyes?”
“Gin. No tonic.” She answered coolly.
“Make it two!” Harley spoke up.
The barkeep did as they asked, and served them their shots. Harley was quick to down hers, gulping the whole thing at once and trying super hard not to choke on the burning sensation in her throat. She then looked at Angel Eyes with a look that dared her to do the same.
It was so amusing, it made the cheetah smile.
…
“Alright, then.”
*Gulp*
She just picked up the glass, downed it in one go, and without as much as a wince, she flipped the empty glass down on the table and motioned for another.
Good Lord, that’s hot.
“I take it you drink often, then?” Harley asked.
“Only up to the point where I get thrown out of places for aggression problems.” She answered. “Of course, that’s usually because of the idiots who want under my pants, not the booze.”
Harley covered her mouth again to try and cover up her laughter; she could remember several occasions where she had to do that to customers herself.
“That doesn’t mean I’ll have to ask ‘em to throw you out, will I?”
“Well, I suppose that all depends; y’all gonna get me another drink?”
*Clink*
The barkeeps set them down, and quietly watched the two girls repeat themselves.
*Gulp*
And set their empty glasses next to the first.
“So…you on vacation, Angel Eyes?” Harley asked; she didn’t know why, but it just felt right to call her that.
“Told ya they always call me that.” She muttered to her pocket. “Am I that obvious?” she asked the fossa.
“Honey, everyone who comes here is on vacation.” She replied with a confident smirk. “It’s why we have such a good business.”
“If y’all have such good business, why am I still thirsty?” she asked.
Getting what she was saying, Harley waved them over for another round of glasses, and they quickly poured them for her.
“Happy?”
*Gulp*
Same as the first, the cheetah set it down.
“Getting there.”
…
“You surf, Angel Eyes?”
The two had finished their rounds, and we're now at the beach, looking over the water, and watching one surfer wipe out.
“Never tried before.” She answered.
“No? Want me to show you how it’s done?”
The cheetah raised a brow. “Y’all gotta board?”
“A-HEM”
The two looked down at Ricardo, now the size of a large dog and standing tall. Then he flopped down to the ground, turned himself flat, and morphed into a pink surfboard.
Harley’s ears perked at the sight and she picked the shapeshifter up. She looked him over and tested his now solid form by trying to bend him to no avail. She gave a big toothy grin to him, and then to the cheetah.
“Check this out.” She said.
She ran over to the water, tossed Ricardo in, and landed on top of him. Angel Eyes put her paws in her pockets and watched her paddle to the massive waves; another surfer wiped out.
“And they call me a tourist.” The cheetah commented.
Then she noticed Harley already at the start of another massive wave. She paddled her way to it, and Angel watched as it began to carry Harley up above water level. As she was beginning to get to her feet, the wave began to fold into a tube, and the next thing the cheetah knew, the fossa was out of sight.
The male barkeep walked up next to the cheetah, and he gave a small gesture before looking at the wave to see if Harley was alright.
“She does stuff like that a lot?” Angel asked.
“Oh, yeah.” He answered. “She’s a total daredevil.”
“Woo-Hoo!!” they heard.
And just like that, she reappeared, zooming out of the tube-like a rocket, and passing yet another wipe-out. With no trouble at all, Harley stood tall, using her arms to maintain balance and began to do tricks. First, she zoomed to the top of the wave and did a 360, then, once she was facing the right way, she grabbed the head of the board, and leaped through the air and landed back in the middle. Angel Eyes had to admit, seeing her ride the wave-like that looked like fun. For a brief moment, the fossa’s eyes locked with the cheetah’s, and Harley wasted no time to blow a kiss while giving a wink.
For some reason, the cheetah felt a little energetic now.
“Ey, mister.” She said, looking at the barkeep. “Y’all got another board?”
…
Harley had just finished her wave and was paddling back around for the next one. She looked to the beach to see that the cheetah was now holding something; it looked like another surfboard.
“Atta girl; get in the water,” Harley said. Wait, was she taking her shirt off?”
“Killer, dude,” Ricardo said, still in the form of the pink board she was using.
“Hey, man, you up for another wave?”
“Would I?!” he gasped in delight. And right on time, too. Another big one was starting.
“Alright, let’s do it!” Harley declared.
Being around a beach town for most of her life, surfing was a pastime that she had mastered by now. Once the wave had started to shift into the tube, she got to her feet and turned to face the exit of the tube. Now she was surrounded by water, using her hips to steer herself while she used her arms to keep herself balanced. The crystal clear water curved all around her and seemed to glow shades of lighter blue and foamy white thanks to the sun reflecting off of its surface.
“How in the hell have I been missing out on this all my life?” Angel Eyes said.
“See that?” Harley began to answer. “Right there; that’s what makes it obvious you don't get out enou—”
…wait a minute.
Harley turned to her right, and there she was! Angel Eyes was right next to her, riding a neon board of green, yellow and orange and wearing the sexiest navy blue bikini. It had a cat ear pattern in its top, and its bottom had two straps instead of just one, one above the other.
“H-how…how did you get over here so fast?” Harley asked with wide eyes, trying to not make herself look super obvious.
“Uh…hello? Cheetah?” she answered with a shrug. And then, just like that, she zoomed past her at an alarming speed, and ran through the tube with her hands literally behind her back! Maybe she really was immortal!
…
After another couple of waves or so, the two left the beach with the promise to come back later and spent the remainder of the day at Harley’s favorite haunts. Most of it was spent at various clothing shops where the fossa blew a whole bunch of money (some of it even for the cheetah) and taking a few selfies outside each store for the occasion. Ricardo couldn’t help himself in being in several as well; he took the forms of several different cartoon characters just to add a little confusion for anyone who wasn’t there.
There was even a time during the day where they went back to the smoothie shop and added several mixtures to the blending equipment just to add a little flavor to the drinks. They nearly got run out before they were done.
Eventually, though, the night had arrived, and they were ready to head back to the beach, and imagine the cheetah’s surprise when she took in the sight of the city at night. For as far as her powerful, rich, deep blue glowing eyes could see, there were flashing lights, lit up beaches, and people laughing, dancing, and being alive.
“Huh…” the cheetah mused. “Now I know why it’s so expensive to visit this place.”
Harley brushed up against the cheetah and took her hand. “Must make you wonder what it’s like to live here, eh, Angel Eyes?” she replied. “I didn’t show you my apartment for a reason.”
She hurried them along, and they continued to make their way. “Come on. I wanna show you my favorite spot.”
It was a good spot if nothing else. A campfire had been set up at the center of the whole part and several people were sitting around it. Harley took a seat next to the owner of the smoothie joint, and Angel Eyes, now back in her pants and shirt, sat next to her.
…
Everything was perfect. The fire was roaring, the music was flaring, the people were dancing and being alive, even that cool little worm was wiggling to the music with some of the others; and now, at long last, the kegs were coming out.
“Okay, ladies; fellas!” one of the guys said. “We got beer in this one; we got whiskey in that one, and for the big one!”
The last one, the size 16, was just being dragged into the sand.
“The big one’s got Bombay sapphire! Now, who’s ready to try a challenge!?”
Everyone was laughing nervously now. Everyone at the campfire looked at each other as the guys started installing the straws. But no matter how much everyone laughed, and nudged one another, no one, not even the fossa, dared to speak up.
Then the cheetah got to her feet. “Y’all said the big one had Bombay?” she asked. Not a trace of fear was in her voice; only excitement.
“Yeah, that’s right.” The guy said. “Wanna see if you can down the thing in one go?” he handed her the straw.
Everyone sat there, slack-jawed and in silence as the rest of the party flared away. Was she really gonna do this? The whole 16 gallons? No one could pull off all 16 when it was top-shelf liquor; at least not as far as the fossa had seen. She herself tried many times herself, but it never really ended well. This cheetah though, she didn’t seem the least bit concerned. She stood there, cooler than winter in Wisconsin, and took the straw in one paw, and used her other paw to balance herself upside down on top of the keg.
Then she put the straw in her mouth and put her free hand behind her back.
“Holy shit…” Harley uttered.
What followed next was unbelievable.
The next ten seconds or so, everyone watching held their breath as the cheetah took her first glug at the massive quantity of hard liquor resting in the metal barrel. It wasn’t a struggle of a glug either, just a steady deep breath as she sucked in that first bit.
*glap*
Then that first gulp, and then ten more seconds in and suddenly the whole thing was a steady rhythm of this mysterious stranger sucking in, swallowing, and sucking in again without any signs of needing to come out for a breather.
“I thought you said there was Bombay in that thing!” Harley said to her friend.
“There…there was! There is!” he replied. “I filled it up myself!” he looked to the bar owner. “How much has she already drank?!”
The barkeep rushed to the meter and went slack-jawed a second time. “She…she’s already cleared out half a gallon.”
“Already?!!” Harley blared. “But…but she barely even started!”
“Dude, look at her!” her friend said, pointing to the cheetah. “She’s like a statue over here!”
Because she was. Already half a gallon in, and she wasn’t even looking wobbly. Just what in the hell was this girl made out of!?
…
“GO! GO! GO! GO! GO! GO! GO! GO!”
The whole thing had taken up to about fifteen minutes, and already she was down fourteen gallons; no sign of any weight gain, no booze flaring out of her nose, no change in any posture…just this unbelievable, unnatural goddess going down on what little was left of the massive stash of gin, with no signs of stopping.
“Fifteen and a half…!” the barkeep said.
Now even less, the majority of the crowd had stopped dancing to get a look at the action. What was once a party meant for people to let loose and go wild was now, in just fifteen minutes tops, dedicated to watching this cheetah gorge herself on booze and see if she could make that final gallon!
“Do we got sixteen!?” Harley asked her friend.
“Hang on…” she replied.
“GO! GO! GO! GO!” The crowd continued to cheer.
“Do we got sixteen?!?”
“I said HANG ON!!” the barkeep repeated, not shouting out of anger, but to make sure she wasn’t interrupted.
Then, all a sudden…out of nowhere…she spat out the straw and swung around on top of the keg until she landed on her feet, still on top of the metal barrel.
“…Angel Eyes…?” Harley started.
Silence. No sound from the people. No sound from the cheetah. She just held up a finger, looked up to the sky with a raised brow, smacked her lips around a little bit, and then…
*………...bbbbbbbbbbBBBBBBRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUYUUUUUUP*
Again, silence.
And then…
“Sixteen.” The barkeep said.
Everyone looked at her.
…what?” Harley asked.
“Sixteen gallons.”
They all looked to Angel Eyes.
“SIXTEEN FUCKING GALLONS!!!”
The entire party erupted into endless roars of applause. In just fifteen minutes, this goddess of a drinker downed sixteen gallons of pure gin while balancing on one hand on top of the keg upside down.
“NO FREAKING WAY!”
“AMAZING!”
“THAT WAS UNBELIEVABLE!”
“IS SHE LIKE A MACHINE OR SOMETHING?!”
The crowd just continued to shout their praise. Harley couldn’t resist.
“Heh-heh-HELL YEAH!! THIS IS THE SHIT I LIVE FOR!!” she just couldn’t help it; she jumped right on top of that keg, grabbed the cheetah by her shirt, and laid a big wet kiss right on the mouth, getting a taste of the bit of hard liquor still fresh on her breath.
“EVERYBODY!! MY FRIEND ANGEL EYES!!”
Once again, the crowd cheered in a bright uproar, and even then, the fossa still had to go a little further. She grabbed the cheetah again, snatched the back of her neck, and laid an even bigger kiss on her.
The crowd was going wild.
“ANGEL EYES!” the barkeep shouted. “ANGEL EYES! ANGEL EYES!”
“ANGEL EYES! ANGEL EYES!” the rest of the crowd began to join in and chant. “ANGEL EYES! ANGEL EYES! ANGEL EYES! ANGEL EYES!”
…
What remained of the fossa’s party was a shit-ton of techno club music, whiskey, Ricardo turning into Ed so he could dance the worm, and the cheetah finding herself making out with that Harley girl more than once. Once these people had reason to dance, they just didn’t seem to wanna stop. Everywhere she looked, people were singing, dancing, kissing, drinking, and just being alive. The cheetah had to admit, she found herself having a hell of a good time.
Eventually, though, all good things came to an end. People slowly began to leave, just a few at first, but as time went on, everyone seemed to wanna head home and get some sleep before fatigue put them all into a coma. Thankfully, the cheetah had no need for such things; one of the perks to having an immortal body and spirit.
The fossa seemed to be similar to herself. All her friends packed up as the hours kept up into the night, but no matter how many of them kissed her goodbye and packed it in, she just wouldn’t leave. Not that the cheetah minded or anything, but she was a little bit concerned.
By the time they were alone, it was getting close to sunrise, and Ricardo was all bloated and sleeping soundly a fair distance away. The campfire was calmly dying down, and it was just the two girls, now snuggling up to each other on opposite sides, enjoying the newfound peace and quiet of what was once an insane party of singing, dancing, kissing, and drinking.
“I’ll give y’all some credit, girl,” the cheetah spoke up at long last. “Y’all have some good taste.”
The fossa, Harley, gave the cheetah a toothy grin. “And you have a body that doesn’t know how to quit.” She replied.
They looked into each other’s eyes, enjoying the warmth of the dying fire as it found itself slowly being replaced by the now rising sun, and Harley felt the need to ask.
“…you really are immortal, aren’t you?”
Now the cheetah was smiling, not a toothy one, just a sly little smirk that let on more than she said before. Then she gave a wink, allowing her still open eye to flash the slightest of shimmers; a glow that she only had when her powers were in use.
Not that she had any need to use them right now of course.
“Holy shit…” Harley said. She didn’t seem freaked out, though. She actually looked excited. “I’ve met a whole lotta interesting people come and go from this place, but you…”
She paused.
“Gimme a sec.”
She got up and ran over to the outside bar. She bent over and struggled through the shelves down below to look for something, and about two minutes later, she returned with two fancy glasses and a bottle of wine.
“Wine?”
“Just a little something I share with my favorites,” Harley replied.
“Hm…y'all flatter me.” Angel Eyes said.
“Well, what can I say? I like to mark the occasions I think'll leave an impact.”
She poured her own glass first, and then she gave the second to the cheetah. They clinked glasses, and both took a sip of the thinner, sweeter liquor.
“Well, in that case, how ‘bout a little somethin’ for the road?”
Taking her meaning, Harley raised a brow, and her smile returned as Angel Eyes cupped her chin in her pawed hand, while Harley took the back of Angel's neck into her grip; then they both leaned forward for one more kiss.
…
As far as the cheetah knew, this town was well known for being a major tourist attraction. It made sense considering it was a beach town and all.
“Hey Ricardo; stash these extra layers, will ya?” she gestured to her worm, holding her hoodie and vest.
“Okey Dokey!” he replied in one of his many cartoon voices.
In one fell swoop, he swallowed both bits of clothing whole, storing it in his hammerspace and letting the cheetah walk freely in her white, blue sleeved shirt. As little as she cared about the overall amount she wore thanks to never feeling hot or cold, it did make her feel better all the same.
She quietly let the worm slither up to her shoulder as she put her paws in her pockets. The air was brisk thanks to the breeze, and the forecast she saw earlier on the wall TV news promised a beautiful day; something she was inclined to believe.
“So.” She started, looking at her friend. “Where ya wanna go first?”
“I wanna smoothie.” He replied.
…
“Harley, I’m going on break.” Her friend said.
“Cool.” The fossa said absentmindedly.
“Hey, try not to mix any weird cocktail using the equipment again? I know it’s slow, but seriously, you’re making a real routine out of it.”
“Well, then, you should know that I’ll completely ignore you by the time you leave.”
Her friend was about to say something, but stopped himself and slouched back to his car.
“You have a good one!” she called out.
Now without the hoverer to dull her day, the fossa known as Harley was finally free to mingle. Not that there were many people around right now since it was that time in the afternoon where it wasn’t really busy, but still, at least when someone interesting did arrive, she wouldn’t have any problems.
Not that there wasn’t anyone around, mind you. There were a couple of tourists hanging out and having some good times, but none of them really caught her eye. They were all pretty…bland if that made any sense. The smoothie/bubble tea place her friends worked at was a very hipster-y place to hang out. She didn’t really have to work there since her rich parents usually bought her happiness, but still, considering that they didn’t really spend time with her, it was a lot more fun to hang around this place with friends.
She certainly wasn’t the best at the job, but since she was a friend, the real employees around her let her hang out. Add that to the fact that it helped her meet interesting people, it was a pretty sweet deal. Unfortunately, as she already knew, no one around was that interesting at all.
“Ey, barkeep!” A voice said in the distance.
“Hm?”
She looked out ahead at the source and saw…oh my.
“Y’all still open?”
Now that was more like it.
Bright ember furred cheetah with blue eyes and a thick, wild white and red haircut; snug fit clothes, deep blue eyes, scars for extra detail, walked with a cool authority…oh, this one was gonna be interesting.
“Sure thing, babe.” She said.
…
That was a relief.
“Great. If I weren’t immortal, I would’ve killed myself at this point.”
The light cinnamon colored mammal practically spat trying to hide her laughter.
“You’re cocky, arent’cha?” she asked.
“Believe me, it’s justified.”
“I’m sure. So what'll it be?”
“No idea. I’m treatin’ my friend.”
Ricardo hopped off her shoulder like a spring and landed on the counter. He smiled at the smaller feline with those big toony teeth, standing proud on his limbless body.
“Huh…okay…your friend’s the worm.” She said, confused.
“Look, I know it’s weird, but he’s a nice guy.” Angel Eyes said, defending her friend. “I’m buyin’ for him, so just go with it, yeah?”
She looked at the cheetah, and then at the worm, and then she shrugged with a small smile.
“Eh. I’ve had weirder people come by.” She said. “So uh…what did you want again?”
“I wanna smoothie.” He said in that same voice.
“Alright. What flavor?” the fossa asked.
“Surprise me!” Ricardo hopped happily.
As she began to get the drink ready, Angel Eyes took the time to look over her host. She was a fossa feline, with a long mane that was completely swept to one side of her head. She wore a black tank top that completely covered her breasts, but not much else, along with a matching set of shorts. The top had the writing ‘Danger’ on it. She also had a choker with a ring on it, a beauty mark under her eye, a tattoo on her right arm, and had visible muscle adorning her figure, but it wasn’t over the top.
“See something you like?” she asked, giving the cheetah a smile.
“Don’t know yet.” She replied.
She looked down and saw her serve her friend his drink. Overjoyed at the sight of the thick opaque red liquid, he morphed himself into a straw and hopped into a cup.
“So…what is he exactly?” the fossa asked with an intrigued look on her face.
“He’s my worm.” Angel Eyes answered.
“Uh, huh…” she said quietly, now holding a glass of her own.
*Clink*
“Cheers, hon.” She said.
*Gulp*
The fossa downed a quarter of her smoothie and watched Ricardo finish his own beverage. Now he was just lying around in the bottom of the cup, smiling happily.
…
A pretty girl with an interesting company! Definitely a welcome change of pace.
“Did y’all want anything else?” She asked the worm with that thick new Orleans accent.
The worm slithered out of the cup, now a little bit bigger, before instantly growing a set of dopey teeth, and saying: “Uhh…nope. Nuh-uh. Nope. Ee…e-hee-hee-heh-hee…”
“Wait a minute, I remember that line…” Harley spoke up. “Courage the Cowardly Dog!”
“Oh, yeah…!” the worm said.
Whoever these guys were, they had good taste.
“Look at you, already making friends.” The angel eyed woman said. “Wallet.” She picked up her worm and watched as he turned into the oldest looking wallet Harley had ever seen. She placed $10 on the table. “Keep the change.”
Harley took another big swig of her smoothie while Angel Eyes got out of her seat.
“Much as I’d love to keep on talkin’ with y’all, there’s a town to see, and I promised my friend we’d do somethin’ fun.”
She was beginning to walk away, but Harley wasn’t about to let her catch get away that easily. It was time to reel her in.
“Now hold up Angel Eyes; you didn’t pay the full tab.”
She stopped in her tracks and turned around.
“Oh, really? ‘Cause I recall only havin’ one.”
“Wrong; you had two. And you let me have the other one.”
She got out of the booth and walked up to the cheetah, who now had her paws in her pockets, and was now facing Harley.
“And in exchange for buying me that drink, I’ll show you around town the right way; keep you clear of all the dud spots, and maybe show you what happens tonight?”
Despite her narrowing her eyes, the angel eyed cheetah didn’t look angry per se; rather cautious.
“Alright, girl. Humor me. Where do I go to have fun?”
…
An outdoor bar. Not bad, all things considered. Angel Eyes was, after all, an alcoholic. The setup wasn’t bad either. The whole thing was built over the sand, right next to the beach. The sun was shining, the wind was just right, and a couple of surfers were catching some decent waves out in the water.
“Hey, hey, hey, everybody!!!” Harley shouted to the barkeeps. She introduced herself on the way here.
“Hey, hey, Harley!!!” the male one greeted with equal volume. “You still on for tonight?”
“You know it, dude!” she confirmed, elbow bumping both him and the girl with him.
They both took notice of the cheetah. “So who’s your friend?” the girl asked.
Harley quickly turned and placed an arm around her shoulder, as if they were already lifelong friends.
“This…”
She paused, realizing that she hadn’t actually got the cheetah’s name.
“…is Angel Eyes.”
“Angel Eyes. Cool.” The male barkeep said, extending his hand. The cheetah shook and took a look at the large amounts of drinks adorning the shelf of the bar. “You gotta preference Angel Eyes?”
“Gin. No tonic.” She answered coolly.
“Make it two!” Harley spoke up.
The barkeep did as they asked, and served them their shots. Harley was quick to down hers, gulping the whole thing at once and trying super hard not to choke on the burning sensation in her throat. She then looked at Angel Eyes with a look that dared her to do the same.
It was so amusing, it made the cheetah smile.
…
“Alright, then.”
*Gulp*
She just picked up the glass, downed it in one go, and without as much as a wince, she flipped the empty glass down on the table and motioned for another.
Good Lord, that’s hot.
“I take it you drink often, then?” Harley asked.
“Only up to the point where I get thrown out of places for aggression problems.” She answered. “Of course, that’s usually because of the idiots who want under my pants, not the booze.”
Harley covered her mouth again to try and cover up her laughter; she could remember several occasions where she had to do that to customers herself.
“That doesn’t mean I’ll have to ask ‘em to throw you out, will I?”
“Well, I suppose that all depends; y’all gonna get me another drink?”
*Clink*
The barkeeps set them down, and quietly watched the two girls repeat themselves.
*Gulp*
And set their empty glasses next to the first.
“So…you on vacation, Angel Eyes?” Harley asked; she didn’t know why, but it just felt right to call her that.
“Told ya they always call me that.” She muttered to her pocket. “Am I that obvious?” she asked the fossa.
“Honey, everyone who comes here is on vacation.” She replied with a confident smirk. “It’s why we have such a good business.”
“If y’all have such good business, why am I still thirsty?” she asked.
Getting what she was saying, Harley waved them over for another round of glasses, and they quickly poured them for her.
“Happy?”
*Gulp*
Same as the first, the cheetah set it down.
“Getting there.”
…
“You surf, Angel Eyes?”
The two had finished their rounds, and we're now at the beach, looking over the water, and watching one surfer wipe out.
“Never tried before.” She answered.
“No? Want me to show you how it’s done?”
The cheetah raised a brow. “Y’all gotta board?”
“A-HEM”
The two looked down at Ricardo, now the size of a large dog and standing tall. Then he flopped down to the ground, turned himself flat, and morphed into a pink surfboard.
Harley’s ears perked at the sight and she picked the shapeshifter up. She looked him over and tested his now solid form by trying to bend him to no avail. She gave a big toothy grin to him, and then to the cheetah.
“Check this out.” She said.
She ran over to the water, tossed Ricardo in, and landed on top of him. Angel Eyes put her paws in her pockets and watched her paddle to the massive waves; another surfer wiped out.
“And they call me a tourist.” The cheetah commented.
Then she noticed Harley already at the start of another massive wave. She paddled her way to it, and Angel watched as it began to carry Harley up above water level. As she was beginning to get to her feet, the wave began to fold into a tube, and the next thing the cheetah knew, the fossa was out of sight.
The male barkeep walked up next to the cheetah, and he gave a small gesture before looking at the wave to see if Harley was alright.
“She does stuff like that a lot?” Angel asked.
“Oh, yeah.” He answered. “She’s a total daredevil.”
“Woo-Hoo!!” they heard.
And just like that, she reappeared, zooming out of the tube-like a rocket, and passing yet another wipe-out. With no trouble at all, Harley stood tall, using her arms to maintain balance and began to do tricks. First, she zoomed to the top of the wave and did a 360, then, once she was facing the right way, she grabbed the head of the board, and leaped through the air and landed back in the middle. Angel Eyes had to admit, seeing her ride the wave-like that looked like fun. For a brief moment, the fossa’s eyes locked with the cheetah’s, and Harley wasted no time to blow a kiss while giving a wink.
For some reason, the cheetah felt a little energetic now.
“Ey, mister.” She said, looking at the barkeep. “Y’all got another board?”
…
Harley had just finished her wave and was paddling back around for the next one. She looked to the beach to see that the cheetah was now holding something; it looked like another surfboard.
“Atta girl; get in the water,” Harley said. Wait, was she taking her shirt off?”
“Killer, dude,” Ricardo said, still in the form of the pink board she was using.
“Hey, man, you up for another wave?”
“Would I?!” he gasped in delight. And right on time, too. Another big one was starting.
“Alright, let’s do it!” Harley declared.
Being around a beach town for most of her life, surfing was a pastime that she had mastered by now. Once the wave had started to shift into the tube, she got to her feet and turned to face the exit of the tube. Now she was surrounded by water, using her hips to steer herself while she used her arms to keep herself balanced. The crystal clear water curved all around her and seemed to glow shades of lighter blue and foamy white thanks to the sun reflecting off of its surface.
“How in the hell have I been missing out on this all my life?” Angel Eyes said.
“See that?” Harley began to answer. “Right there; that’s what makes it obvious you don't get out enou—”
…wait a minute.
Harley turned to her right, and there she was! Angel Eyes was right next to her, riding a neon board of green, yellow and orange and wearing the sexiest navy blue bikini. It had a cat ear pattern in its top, and its bottom had two straps instead of just one, one above the other.
“H-how…how did you get over here so fast?” Harley asked with wide eyes, trying to not make herself look super obvious.
“Uh…hello? Cheetah?” she answered with a shrug. And then, just like that, she zoomed past her at an alarming speed, and ran through the tube with her hands literally behind her back! Maybe she really was immortal!
…
After another couple of waves or so, the two left the beach with the promise to come back later and spent the remainder of the day at Harley’s favorite haunts. Most of it was spent at various clothing shops where the fossa blew a whole bunch of money (some of it even for the cheetah) and taking a few selfies outside each store for the occasion. Ricardo couldn’t help himself in being in several as well; he took the forms of several different cartoon characters just to add a little confusion for anyone who wasn’t there.
There was even a time during the day where they went back to the smoothie shop and added several mixtures to the blending equipment just to add a little flavor to the drinks. They nearly got run out before they were done.
Eventually, though, the night had arrived, and they were ready to head back to the beach, and imagine the cheetah’s surprise when she took in the sight of the city at night. For as far as her powerful, rich, deep blue glowing eyes could see, there were flashing lights, lit up beaches, and people laughing, dancing, and being alive.
“Huh…” the cheetah mused. “Now I know why it’s so expensive to visit this place.”
Harley brushed up against the cheetah and took her hand. “Must make you wonder what it’s like to live here, eh, Angel Eyes?” she replied. “I didn’t show you my apartment for a reason.”
She hurried them along, and they continued to make their way. “Come on. I wanna show you my favorite spot.”
It was a good spot if nothing else. A campfire had been set up at the center of the whole part and several people were sitting around it. Harley took a seat next to the owner of the smoothie joint, and Angel Eyes, now back in her pants and shirt, sat next to her.
…
Everything was perfect. The fire was roaring, the music was flaring, the people were dancing and being alive, even that cool little worm was wiggling to the music with some of the others; and now, at long last, the kegs were coming out.
“Okay, ladies; fellas!” one of the guys said. “We got beer in this one; we got whiskey in that one, and for the big one!”
The last one, the size 16, was just being dragged into the sand.
“The big one’s got Bombay sapphire! Now, who’s ready to try a challenge!?”
Everyone was laughing nervously now. Everyone at the campfire looked at each other as the guys started installing the straws. But no matter how much everyone laughed, and nudged one another, no one, not even the fossa, dared to speak up.
Then the cheetah got to her feet. “Y’all said the big one had Bombay?” she asked. Not a trace of fear was in her voice; only excitement.
“Yeah, that’s right.” The guy said. “Wanna see if you can down the thing in one go?” he handed her the straw.
Everyone sat there, slack-jawed and in silence as the rest of the party flared away. Was she really gonna do this? The whole 16 gallons? No one could pull off all 16 when it was top-shelf liquor; at least not as far as the fossa had seen. She herself tried many times herself, but it never really ended well. This cheetah though, she didn’t seem the least bit concerned. She stood there, cooler than winter in Wisconsin, and took the straw in one paw, and used her other paw to balance herself upside down on top of the keg.
Then she put the straw in her mouth and put her free hand behind her back.
“Holy shit…” Harley uttered.
What followed next was unbelievable.
The next ten seconds or so, everyone watching held their breath as the cheetah took her first glug at the massive quantity of hard liquor resting in the metal barrel. It wasn’t a struggle of a glug either, just a steady deep breath as she sucked in that first bit.
*glap*
Then that first gulp, and then ten more seconds in and suddenly the whole thing was a steady rhythm of this mysterious stranger sucking in, swallowing, and sucking in again without any signs of needing to come out for a breather.
“I thought you said there was Bombay in that thing!” Harley said to her friend.
“There…there was! There is!” he replied. “I filled it up myself!” he looked to the bar owner. “How much has she already drank?!”
The barkeep rushed to the meter and went slack-jawed a second time. “She…she’s already cleared out half a gallon.”
“Already?!!” Harley blared. “But…but she barely even started!”
“Dude, look at her!” her friend said, pointing to the cheetah. “She’s like a statue over here!”
Because she was. Already half a gallon in, and she wasn’t even looking wobbly. Just what in the hell was this girl made out of!?
…
“GO! GO! GO! GO! GO! GO! GO! GO!”
The whole thing had taken up to about fifteen minutes, and already she was down fourteen gallons; no sign of any weight gain, no booze flaring out of her nose, no change in any posture…just this unbelievable, unnatural goddess going down on what little was left of the massive stash of gin, with no signs of stopping.
“Fifteen and a half…!” the barkeep said.
Now even less, the majority of the crowd had stopped dancing to get a look at the action. What was once a party meant for people to let loose and go wild was now, in just fifteen minutes tops, dedicated to watching this cheetah gorge herself on booze and see if she could make that final gallon!
“Do we got sixteen!?” Harley asked her friend.
“Hang on…” she replied.
“GO! GO! GO! GO!” The crowd continued to cheer.
“Do we got sixteen?!?”
“I said HANG ON!!” the barkeep repeated, not shouting out of anger, but to make sure she wasn’t interrupted.
Then, all a sudden…out of nowhere…she spat out the straw and swung around on top of the keg until she landed on her feet, still on top of the metal barrel.
“…Angel Eyes…?” Harley started.
Silence. No sound from the people. No sound from the cheetah. She just held up a finger, looked up to the sky with a raised brow, smacked her lips around a little bit, and then…
*………...bbbbbbbbbbBBBBBBRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUYUUUUUUP*
Again, silence.
And then…
“Sixteen.” The barkeep said.
Everyone looked at her.
…what?” Harley asked.
“Sixteen gallons.”
They all looked to Angel Eyes.
“SIXTEEN FUCKING GALLONS!!!”
The entire party erupted into endless roars of applause. In just fifteen minutes, this goddess of a drinker downed sixteen gallons of pure gin while balancing on one hand on top of the keg upside down.
“NO FREAKING WAY!”
“AMAZING!”
“THAT WAS UNBELIEVABLE!”
“IS SHE LIKE A MACHINE OR SOMETHING?!”
The crowd just continued to shout their praise. Harley couldn’t resist.
“Heh-heh-HELL YEAH!! THIS IS THE SHIT I LIVE FOR!!” she just couldn’t help it; she jumped right on top of that keg, grabbed the cheetah by her shirt, and laid a big wet kiss right on the mouth, getting a taste of the bit of hard liquor still fresh on her breath.
“EVERYBODY!! MY FRIEND ANGEL EYES!!”
Once again, the crowd cheered in a bright uproar, and even then, the fossa still had to go a little further. She grabbed the cheetah again, snatched the back of her neck, and laid an even bigger kiss on her.
The crowd was going wild.
“ANGEL EYES!” the barkeep shouted. “ANGEL EYES! ANGEL EYES!”
“ANGEL EYES! ANGEL EYES!” the rest of the crowd began to join in and chant. “ANGEL EYES! ANGEL EYES! ANGEL EYES! ANGEL EYES!”
…
What remained of the fossa’s party was a shit-ton of techno club music, whiskey, Ricardo turning into Ed so he could dance the worm, and the cheetah finding herself making out with that Harley girl more than once. Once these people had reason to dance, they just didn’t seem to wanna stop. Everywhere she looked, people were singing, dancing, kissing, drinking, and just being alive. The cheetah had to admit, she found herself having a hell of a good time.
Eventually, though, all good things came to an end. People slowly began to leave, just a few at first, but as time went on, everyone seemed to wanna head home and get some sleep before fatigue put them all into a coma. Thankfully, the cheetah had no need for such things; one of the perks to having an immortal body and spirit.
The fossa seemed to be similar to herself. All her friends packed up as the hours kept up into the night, but no matter how many of them kissed her goodbye and packed it in, she just wouldn’t leave. Not that the cheetah minded or anything, but she was a little bit concerned.
By the time they were alone, it was getting close to sunrise, and Ricardo was all bloated and sleeping soundly a fair distance away. The campfire was calmly dying down, and it was just the two girls, now snuggling up to each other on opposite sides, enjoying the newfound peace and quiet of what was once an insane party of singing, dancing, kissing, and drinking.
“I’ll give y’all some credit, girl,” the cheetah spoke up at long last. “Y’all have some good taste.”
The fossa, Harley, gave the cheetah a toothy grin. “And you have a body that doesn’t know how to quit.” She replied.
They looked into each other’s eyes, enjoying the warmth of the dying fire as it found itself slowly being replaced by the now rising sun, and Harley felt the need to ask.
“…you really are immortal, aren’t you?”
Now the cheetah was smiling, not a toothy one, just a sly little smirk that let on more than she said before. Then she gave a wink, allowing her still open eye to flash the slightest of shimmers; a glow that she only had when her powers were in use.
Not that she had any need to use them right now of course.
“Holy shit…” Harley said. She didn’t seem freaked out, though. She actually looked excited. “I’ve met a whole lotta interesting people come and go from this place, but you…”
She paused.
“Gimme a sec.”
She got up and ran over to the outside bar. She bent over and struggled through the shelves down below to look for something, and about two minutes later, she returned with two fancy glasses and a bottle of wine.
“Wine?”
“Just a little something I share with my favorites,” Harley replied.
“Hm…y'all flatter me.” Angel Eyes said.
“Well, what can I say? I like to mark the occasions I think'll leave an impact.”
She poured her own glass first, and then she gave the second to the cheetah. They clinked glasses, and both took a sip of the thinner, sweeter liquor.
“Well, in that case, how ‘bout a little somethin’ for the road?”
Taking her meaning, Harley raised a brow, and her smile returned as Angel Eyes cupped her chin in her pawed hand, while Harley took the back of Angel's neck into her grip; then they both leaned forward for one more kiss.
Category Artwork (Digital) / All
Species Unspecified / Any
Gender Female
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