Alright, so I want this story on paper for readers to enjoy in words. First off, this story and the characters are all created by Jay Naylor, so I have no rights, and also, I will be following his story line as closely as I can, but if I deem absolutely necessary, I will add small things, just letting you know before hand. I have the main character descriptions at the bottom. Alright, here we go.

Chapter One: "Honest Girls"

Fisk ran into his sister's room, clutching a piece of paper tightly in his right paw.

"Lucy, I need you to do me a favor." he said, stopping before her.

Lucy looked up from her dolls and dollhouse, her tail twitching.

"Does it involve kneeing you in the balls?" she asked, annoyed.

Fisk ignored her blatant vexation, and continued, "Could you slip this note to Cindy in your gym class tomorrow?"

"Ooh! Does my brother have a CRUSH?" she squealed, shooting up off the floor and mock swooning.

Fisk looked at her square in the eyes, showing no emotion.

"Yes," he said, then spun around and walked out of her room.

Lucy blinked, her brain churning.

"Can you at least PRETEND to be embarrassed? For my sake!" she called after him.


Lucy looked at the slightly wrinkled note in her hands, the carefully hand written name on the front.

"I wish boys would write ME cute love letters," she grumbled, walking across the girls locker room, the note clutched at her stomach. She walked past giggling girls, talking about anything from boys to test scores. Lucy looked back down at the note in her hands.

'Cindy's so popular, she probably gets hundreds of these! What's she got that I can't compete with?' she thought to herself. She walked a few more steps, then heard Cindy in front of her.

'JESUS CHRIST!' she thought, stiffening as she saw Cindy.

Cindy was every boy's dream. She was tall, athletic, and pretty tan cat with great curves, especially considering her age.

"Thanks for making it so blatantly obvious," she mumbled to herself as she walked up to the beautiful cat.

"Hey Cindy..."

"Oh, hey Lucy!" she said, walking to the stall.

"I'm supposed to give–" Lucy began.

"Just a minute, OK?" Cindy interrupted, walking into the stall and locking it behind her with a sharp click.

Lucy leaned against the wall beside the stall, a blank expression on her face.

'How does she get a body like that?' she pondered, 'Maybe she's held back, or maybe it's all the hormones in the milk—'


Lucy jolted back into reality, her eyes shooting wide open.


Lucy looked at the stall in confused astonishment, her tail puffed up in surprise. She could hear Cindy panting heavily inside.

TP-P-P! PHPPppp..

Lucy grabbed her tail and held it close.


Lucy started inching away from the stall, looking at it with a look of disgusted confusion on her face.

"She WHAT!" Fisk yelled, glaring at Lucy, "She did not! You're trying to ruin the fantasy!"

"No! Really! I couldn't even deliver the note!" Lucy said between fits of laughter.

Fisk glared at her a second, then sighed.

"Alright then," he said, holding out his hand, "Give me the note back."

"Hee Hee," Lucy giggled, wiping a tear of mirth from her eye.

She thought for a second, then looked back at Fisk with wide eyes.

They stood there for a second, just looking at each other.

"This is the part where you give me the note back," Fisk said, looking at her blankly.

"The note! Right! It's... Ah... Yeah..." she said, checking the stomach pocket of her dress and spinning to look behind herself in panic.

"...somewhere..." she finished quietly.

Fisk shot up into her face, his ears swiveled back.

"You LOST my note!" he shouted.

"I must have dropped it when I ran away from ground zero!" she defended, leaning away from the finger that was pointing at her face.

Fisk did a face palm and grimaced.

"What's the big deal? If somebody finds it, they'll know it's for her!" Lucy said turning her back to him and crossing her arms.

"It doesn't have her NAME on it, 'cuz you're supposed to DELIVER it!" Fisk growled dangerously through clenched teeth.

"Well, the janitor will probably find it on the floor and throw it away anyways," Lucy sassed, sticking her tongue out at him.


"'...with a YERRRRNING heart, I close this letter. Hopefully yours, Fisk.'" A skinny tigress read out, then lead the giggling locker room in a collective 'AWWWWWWW' before they set off in fits of laughter again.

"Hey little guy!"

Fisk turned to see Cinder standing behind him.

"Someone told me your cute note was meant for me?"

"Yeah..." he said, looking away embarrassed.

"Aww!" she said, putting her arm around him.

"Any girl would just ADORE having a smart, sweet, romantic sweet-heart like you." She said, looking at him.

"As for me," she said and pointed at a buff football player standing down the hall, "Do you see that big eighth grader there?"

"Uhh, Yeah..." Fisk said, unsure of where this was going.

"You see," she said, "He's big, meaty, plays football, and is way too thick and stupid to be a threat to my perceived female intellectual superiority. He doesn't challenge me, or do nice things I have to reciprocate. To please him, I just giggle stupidly, shrug my shoulders, and let him fuck my brains out." She said as-a-matter-of-factly, then pranced away, saying, "Thanks for feeding my ditz ego! Chao!" leaving Fisk blinking, confused.


Sheila, Fisk's and Lucy's mom was sitting at the table enjoying a cup of hot chocolate and some toast before bed. Fisk walked in and stood behind her chair stoically, his eyebrows creased thoughtfully and his hands in his pockets.

She waited patiently for Fisk to speak up, taking a sip of her coco.

Fisk looked up, saying, "Mom, what does 'Fuck my brains out' mean?"

Needless to say, Sheila painted the table with coco.

Done. If you want to find the origional comic, look up 'Better Days' (duh), but don't be discouraged by the seemingly inappropriate description box. It is all clean, and, I think, very inspiring.

Please tell me if you liked it, cuz it took me forever to transfer the texts over and decide how to say everything else. If you want more, please tell, cuz I've got a long, long ways to go.


Fisk Black- A black and white cat, son of Shiela, I'm guessing in sixth grade for this time span.

Lucy Black- Fisk's twin sister, daughter of Shiela, the same grade as Fisk. She is also black and white, but in different spots.

Shiela Black- Fisk and Lucy's mother, white, beautiful, great curvs, single (Mr. Black died in the war)

I won't put unimportant characters in this section, so look for their descriptions in the story.