Hello, there friends, I have returned…been a while in the making, but this here’s the beginning of a reboot to an old story of mine from my DA account, Black and White.
Originally it started out as a sort of gift/art trade project for my friend NeroUrsus http://neroursus.deviantart.com/ but after a while, I just couldn’t finish the old version...so I decided to try my hand at rebooting a new version that’s canon with Death Valet, well will be with Neroursus’ permission anyways.
In this one, Lucy Katt isn’t a version of Lucy from Bittersweet Candy Bowl, rather an OC of mine who is based on Lucy, with some differences in personality and some twists to her. Parts of the original plot will be intact, but not all of them, especially given the introduction of other characters, heh heh.
For those interested in reading more of Lucy, check another recent story in my gallery, Unleash the Cat, but be advised that it’s really intended for mature audiences and may not be for you, just make sure you were warned.
Anyways, Lucy Katt and her adopted sister Carli belong to me, Blackie Bear and any other characters who may appear or be referenced in this chapter belong to him, with the exception of Bonfire Vanities, who is my OC.
Let us begin…

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“Well, at least I’m not dead” Lucy “The Ice Queen” Katt commented as she leaned up against her bike.
She was currently at a truck stop in the California desert, her cool ass motorbike being her way out of this area, though more forested areas wouldn’t be far off.
However, recent events had proven a bit hard on her budget, because of a couple other encounters this badass huntress had with her hated archenemy Bonfire Vanities in the month since the incident in Las Vegas when she got doped up by her enemy.
Lucy hated that, but she didn’t regret the most painful death she’d administered to the Irish setter, even though Bonfire Vanities (or as she was known sans mask, Bonnie) had just come back from the dead again, at least her enemy paid for that.
She’d been involved in a few more hunts since then, something that definitely helps with rent; Bonnie had seriously screwed her over about a week ago. As she was discussing with Carli, she adopted an avian sister.
“Yeah, but that vampire has our money.”
“Most of it” Lucy groaned “Jesus Christ, it’s just like her, I can either buy a bus ticket home or frigging hitchhike…and how did she hack our accounts? Knowing her I wouldn’t be surprised if she just found some guy from Silicon Valley and jumped his dick.”
“That or some rogue hacker type…you’re staying in the area?”
“No, I’m going to hijack a plane and go to the moon” Lucy sarcastically muttered.
“Okay, but you’ll need to find work.”
“Well I saw a Hooters on the way down, but they wouldn’t want patrons to start getting broken knees so that’s out of the picture. I gotta head to this place down the road called Furrytown…sounds more like a neighborhood if you ask me but why split hairs. I’m going to pick up some vittles, could you see if you can find any jobs in the area? It’s small but if you can find something I could potentially get food and board from, that’d be great.”
“Huh, well I don’t know for sure,” Carli said, “But I’ll try, I’ll do the best I can.”
“Thanks, Carli” Lucy smiled, something most her queries would say was impossible “I love you sis, goodbye.”
“Love you too sis, bye.”
Lucy Katt hung up and went back into the stop to stock up a bit on supplies, so she could continue her journey.

~

The drive, or bike, I don’t know what you say about driving when you’re on a motorbike, wasn’t too long, she’d had to have been on it for about an hour before she made it to the outskirts of town, the area around it was comparatively much greener and full of trees than the desert she’d previously been going through.
She got her way to Furrytown, and as she went further and further in, she was in a medium sized town, she pulled over at a Shell station that was currently quite busy, and ignored the shirtless lion who was filling up a convertible. He might have only winked at her, but she knew a dickhead when she saw one.
Of course, if he’d seen just what Lucy kept in the sidecar on her motorcycle, he might have thought twice.
He wouldn’t find out the hard way why you hit on Lucy pervertedly, not now at least, because she’d parked her bike down, made sure the car was secure, and then called Carli up again.
“Hi Carli, I’m in Furrytown now. Has anything that might help me?”
“Well I might,” Carli said; a bit unsure “You barely had any money for gas right? Well, you’re in luck, I found something that could suit your needs.
“You’re in good shape, and are pretty good with your own exercises, so you could try it.”
“Try what?”
“Personal trainer job, there’s almost no jobs in the area, nobody’s hiring for anything, and based on my own calculations, I doubt you might be able to make it out of town with the bike. If you bought as much food as I think you did…”
“I did.”
“Well luckily, I found this ad on Craigslist, there’s a guy who wants to hire a woman for exercising…with his girlfriend.”
“Oh for the love of- Are you going to pull my tail now?!”
“No, no, I didn’t say he was looking for a hooker, I mean his girlfriend is entering a bodybuilding competition, and he wants to hire a trainer.”
“Oh…wait a minute, why doesn’t he just hire someone from a gym?”
“Why look a gift horse in the mouth?”
“…You got me on that one, what can you tell me about this guy?”
“Well, he’s not working with Bonnie or anything if anything she’d be more likely to trick him than you.”
“What do you mean?”
“Let me tell you about Blackie Bear…”

~

In Furrytown, there was a bar and grill called the Surf N’ Turf*, which was generally a favorite place of the residents to frequent, though there were several others.
Blackie Bear, a local black bear who tended to get in all kinds of interesting mishaps and situations, sat down at a corner booth.
At his feet rested a briefcase, which he idly kicked about as he waited for his company and his barbecued ribs, he didn’t mind it too much, due to the mug of beer he was currently slurping down.
He didn’t speak to the woman who’d emailed him, though he’d happened to have seen what she looked like, but was looking forward to meeting, and hopefully boning, the woman who might be able to help him out with his current problem.
As his eyes kept on surveying the restaurant, he looked over at the entrance and there he saw the cat he was looking for.
Lucy Katt looked like she came from a cyberpunk movie, but he knew a hottie when he saw her, his eyes having a fairly good idea of what her body build was just by looking at her front, with those large breasts and her slim yet toned bod, her face looked pretty hot too, a bit rough, but still hot. He waved right over to the fine yet tough ass feline to get her attention.
She walked right damn over to him, noticing right off the bat that the closer she got, the more he started to imagine just what she looked like when naked.
‘Well Carli didn’t lie about him…oh well, it’s not like my wallet’s a short Canadian guy with a bad attitude.’
Lucy got on over to Blackie Bear and sat down across from him, taking into account how Blackie was looking at her like she was a date, not like a potential employee.
Her eyes narrowed at him and she gave a slight glare to Blackie, letting a sort of aura flow out and towards him, an intimidating one with the smell of danger and the breath of power.
Beneath the table, Blackie clenched the briefcase tighter, with his legs.
Lucy spoke first “Mr. Bear, I understand you’re looking for a…trainer, for your girlfriend.”
The intimidating wave she’d sent his way must have worn off or something “Oh don’t call me that, we don’t need to be too formal, do we?”
“Let’s get something straight, I know full well how much you love women, and how you love sex more. Her tail started to flick around a bit “I didn’t come here as a lady of the ni- I mean midday, now I’m low on money, and-” she stopped, her tail suddenly brushing up against something under the table, surprising her “What the- what is that?”
Blackie would have made a joke about her playing tailsie, but he’d read Lucy’s resume, he knew that if he went that route she might kick him in the jewels and make a buck selling ‘Blackie island oysters’ ain’t there no way he was trying that “A briefcase.”
“Oh really? And here I thought your junk got a transplant from an elephant. No shit, of course, it’s a briefcase, what’s in it?”
“Your payment.”
Lucy’s jaw dropped, talking as loud as she could without yelling “My what?!”
“Your payment”, he repeated.
“My- …Jesus H. Christ! What the hell do you think I am?”
“I don’t know, you’re a monster hunter right?”
“Damn right I am, among the best. And you just did one of the most overused clichés in movie history…I’m not an assassin you dumbass! What in the blue hell made you decide to bring it in this?”
“I kind of liked the look of it, who doesn’t want a case full of money?”
Lucy sighed and crossed her arms “I wouldn’t a check would be better…oh, forget it, bring the case up, let me see what you got.”
Blackie Bear lifted the case out from underneath the table, flipped it open and revealed the thing was full of money. Lucy whistled “Well you’re generous with money…this is more than we agreed on, ten thousand dollars.”
“Well, I was kind of hoping-”
“I’d sleep with you?”
“Well, that’d be good…actually, it’d be great, really great, but I kinda forgot how much I needed for the down payment, so I kind of just grabbed a bunch of cash and hoped I had enough.”
“When the price is five times as much as we agreed, it's way too big…but fuck it, I’ll take it.”
Lucy swiftly clasped the briefcase shut and placed it right next to her, though while she was in a better mood now, she swiftly turned right towards Blackie, and narrowed her eyes at him “Alright you got my help, and the other deal with me, that’s on, but don’t expect me to sleep with you…now, why exactly did you want me to help you?”
“Let’s wait for my place.”
“This better have more to do with my lodging, and less to do with your interest in dick diving, otherwise my biological knives are going to get some bear fur stuck in them.”
“No, I-” Blackie looked both ways and lowered his voice “Look, Sandra might find out about this. She’s my girlfriend’s rival.”
Lucy face-palmed “Oh good God, is this a spy movie now?”
“Yes.”
“Fine, I’m being paid to put up with more than I signed up for, so what the hell!”
“Good, now while we’re waiting, what do you-”
“Ribs are here!” Chimed the voice of the koala waitress as she brought them over, with a refill on Blackie’s beer.
“Oh, awesome!” The black bear exclaimed, giving a grin towards the lady, and her cleavage.
The waitress placed the meal before Blackie, but the minute she saw Lucy she had a disheartened look “…This was the…company you said you had?”
“It’s cool,” Lucy said, “I’m not sleeping with him.”
The koala exhaled “Oh good…hey, Blackie, my shift should be done by the time you’re finished…”
Lucy already knew how this was going to turn out.

~

Lucy was glad once more she has ear plugs handy, some people would have wanted to listen to and see what happens when an anthropomorphic bear and koala who’re both pretty hot just head off to a bedroom and fuck each other hard…and you won’t be getting a descriptive description of sex for a while you little pervs!
So while ignoring the bedsprings, ‘oh yeah’, the moans and whatnot, Lucy was just sitting on Blackie’s couch, watching TV, after she’d brought all her stuff in.
Blackie himself had a house in some suburbs, about a few blocks away from his girlfriend’s home, it was medium sized, two stories tall, and though Lucy didn’t care much for Blackie, she had to admit he had surprisingly good taste in interior decorating.
Clearly he’d try to seduce her some other time, but she didn’t care, she can always repel him some other time too, she was however kind of annoyed that Blackie was banging some waitress, Chloe, if Lucy remembered her name correctly, in his bedroom when they were supposed to be discussing just what the hell Blackie hired a personal trainer for.
She was in the middle of re-watching an episode of Pawn Stars, when some nearby motion caught her eye, turning her head allowed her to realize that Blackie and Chloe’s fun was over.
They were still in the middle of putting their clothes on again, Blackie planted a kiss on Chloe’s lips, and she’d planted a larger one on him, seductively purring towards her urine Casanova and no doubt requested to visit him in the future, he clearly agreed, and the two parted ways.
As the koala left the house, Lucy removed the earplugs as the panting Blackie dropped right next to her on the couch, which shortly inspired Lucy’s inching away from him “Whew!” He huffed, still real pleased about the sex “Never let it ever be said koalas can’t be sexy.”
“Well I wouldn’t know, seeing as trying to make some jack-hole werewolf who goes without anything resembling a shirt a koala, that movie would be even more of a borderline criminal ass scented mound of filth. It’d just be ridiculous.
“But don’t let my sarcasm keep you from basking in the glory of smelling like sweaty eucalyptus. As long as you don’t let masculine pride prevent you from telling a kitty you just paid way too much, just to get your girlfriend in shape, why you did that. And acting paranoid that you might have been overheard, what does that have to do with anything?”
Blackie exhaled “Fair enough, it’s not like Sandra’s the type who’d listen right at the windows anyways.
“Well it’s like this, I’ve been having sex with many, many women for quite some time now…”
“Hence your online nickname ‘Blackie Two-Times’, to give you some credit, I’m surprised you still have a girlfriend.”
“In my defense, she’s not totally faithful either, she’s cheated on me a few times with a local jackass named Dante.”
“Cheaters of a feather flock together?”
“Well yeah, but that’s beside the point. Monica, that’s my girlfriend’s name, I still love her, and I’ve been feeling I need to fuck her more, you know? I mean it’s…it’s like if you have a cherry pie just sitting on your counter, but you’re stuffing your face with cake, or steak or something, there’s no point in having the pie around if you don’t eat it.”
“Well, gluttony is kinda like sex.”
“Exactly,” he said “Now getting laid would be easy for me, she may get pissed with me sometimes, but she enjoys sex as much as most women in the area…but she’s kind of obsessed with a bodybuilding contest right now.”
Lucy raised an eyebrow and pulled a pipe out of her pocket, her tail dipped over into one of her bags, kept right by the couch and pulled out a bag of natural tobacco “How obsessed are we talking?”
“So obsessed she does little else but exercise, she won’t date, she’ll barely do anything not related to building her body up into a tank…so as you can guess, no she won’t sleep with me, not until she wins the contest.”
“Won’t things be back to normal when she’s done?”
Blackie shook his head no, and shuddered “It would be if her hated rival, a wolf named Sandra, wasn’t in the contest herself, those two're enemies, and such vicious rivals they’d walk through the Sahara desert naked on a dare just to prove they’re better than each other.”
Lucy was surprised, wasn’t she? She’s heard of grudges like that before, it kinda reminded her of herself and Bonnie North’s mutual hatred “Jesus, that’s hardcore…what the hell started all this?”
“I don’t want to talk about it now…just believe me when I say I really want Monica to win, if she doesn’t she’ll be extremely depressed and obscenely frustrated, flip-flopping between the two and being generally pissy wherever she is. Probably for about two months.”
“Why two months?”
“Because she was like this for a week after Sandra beat her in an impromptu drag race…thank god neither of them tries to do this to each other every day.”
“Okay, I see your point…okay, I can keep your girlfriend in good shape, I’m not into bodybuilding, but I’ll see what I can do.”
“Don’t just keep her in shape, you’ll have to sabotage Sandra too.”
“WHAT?! Hell no, I don’t care how much moping your fussbudget girlie does, helping rig a contest, especially that way, is out of the question. You think I’m some kind of major bitch?”
“You wouldn’t say that if you knew that Sandra’s already tried herself…she and a couple friends parked outside her house and rapidly honked the hell out of the air late in the early morning two nights ago. In the morning Monica was sleep deprived and couldn’t exercise worth a damn.”
The cat’s pipe began to run out of tobacco, and she pulled it out, placing it on Blackie’s oak coffee table “The fuck? Sandra doesn’t play fair at all.”
“Nah, just with Monica…you have no idea just how much bad blood is between those two.”
“You’d be surprised what I know about grudges…okay, what the hell, I just got roped into some half-assed war, I’ll try it, but I’ll do it my way…you have her address?”
“What do you think?”
“…Yeah you and her probably ‘exercised together’ before, okay…now before we get down to me starting the job, you will provide for the room and board right?”
Blackie nodded “A deal’s a deal…just help my prevent my girlfriend from refusing to screw me out of depression and we’ll be even.”
“Okay…then where do I crash?”
“Welllllllll, I have a bed we could share,” Blackie said in a smooth voice, a seductive look in his eyes.
Lucy gave a glare that could demolish a building.
“You can just stay on the couch.”
It was going to be a long job…but for more reasons than Lucy thought.