Furry Madness

Part 7


The growing darkness, instead of lulling the chimeras to sleep, filled them with new energy, so much of it that they grew restless and lost whatever control they had within minutes of sundown. Fury scurried from one corner to the next, seeking anything he could snack - or just try his teeth - on. Farman and Breda were having races around two circular tables, going round and round and round without ever getting sick of it. Although Farman very well knew this was ridiculous and pointless behavior, he just couldn’t find the will to stop. He didn’t have anything better to do anyway, did he?

“Eighty seven turns!”

“Eighty eight!”

“You’re cheating!” protested Breda.

“I can’t cheat, we’re going around tables!” And, a little later, \"A hundred!\"

They paused, a little dizzy. Breda was most unhappy at his loss. Farman was secretly impressed the other could move so fast. It had been a close one.

“I need water.”

“The kitchen is that way.”

Breda shook his entire body. “No, friggin’ way. Not going there. Can’t you hear the cats? They’ll jump on us if we go and make us lunch. I’m going to the bathroom. There’s water there too and less chances of getting eaten.”

“That’s a wise course of action,” agreed Farman, hearing Roy roar. They trotted in the hallway, Fury following them out of curiosity. The bathroom’s door was open, so they all pressed in, looking up at the sink.

“Why are we on our knees?” demanded Breda, a little confused.

“We’ve been running in circles for the better part of an hour,” remarked Farman. “And you’re worried about the part where we are on all fours?”

Vato climbed to his knees, now able to see his reflection in the mirror. He wrinkled his nose at it. These white and brown ears looked entirely out of place on his head. Oh well. He nudged the handle for cold water and watched it fill the sink. Once it had made a nice pool, he cut the water and stretched to reach the surface and lap at the water.

“You could stand up,” said Fury, but when it was his turn, he couldn’t bring himself to do it either. Instead, he hoped on the counter - because he was too short to reach from the ground like Farman - and dipped his head down, drinking his fill. He licked his lips afterward and watched his whiskers move in the mirror. Whiskers were funny.

“Let’s go for another race, Vato,” demanded Breda.

“If you want. But I’ll win again.”

“No you won’t.”

“I want to try too!” squeaked Fury, scrambling after them.

“You can race the loser.”

-

In the kitchen, Edward was pouncing on Roy repeatedly, while the older man was pawing back and trying to pin the annoying brat down. They growled at each other and nipped at any vulnerable flesh. They were just playing, but like in any kids’ fight, they eventually got a little too rough.

“Hey, hey, take your claws out of my ass, it hurts!”

“Stop biting my thigh then!” Roy had given up calling Edward ‘Fullmetal’. It wasn’t like any of they had a shred of professionalism left at this point.

They retreated to lick their respective wounds, Roy snarling and Ed hissing. His hissing slowly died down though as he watched Roy Mustang somehow bend his spine far enough to lick his bruised thigh, his leg up at an angle with his foot resting on a chair.

“How do you do that?”

“Practice.”

“What sort of practice?” Edward snorted. “ Crotch licking?”

“The ladies appreciate a lover flexible enough to initiate them to a variety of positions.”

Edward blushed and tried to copy Roy’s snarl to cover it. “That was too much information. Just ‘sex’ would have been enough. Pervert.”

“Men don’t hate flexibility either,” steadily continued Roy. “In fact it’s probably more important then. Positions for male couples are a little more tricky and a bendable body helps you avoid cramps and last longer.”

“Too. Much. Info! You damn pervert!”

The man eyed the teenager with his annoying ‘I know everything’ face. “Get over it already. They were just a few pictures and it wasn’t even you.”

“But that’s exactly how I look!” hissed Edward, mortified. “Goddamned pedophile!”

That caught the man’s interest. Even if his face didn’t betray his intense curiosity, his ears did. “Exactly?” Roy’s gaze drifted a little too low for comfort. Ed crouched low on the floor to protect himself from that look. “You mean entirely identical-?”

“Yes!” Edward showed his sharp little teeth, half minded on gracing his superior with another bloody thigh.

A mocking curl of lips answered. “Mn, hard to believe. With the pants you wear, I think it would be...visible.”

“That thing grows and you know it! Shut up!” He felt his fur stand on end all over his body, puffing up his clothes and making his pants uncomfortably tight. They were usually just perfect but he had never counted on having an inch of fur in there as well. “And stop looking at me like that!”

Roy blinked innocently, rubbing a paw against his cheek. “Like that?”

“Like you’re undressing me with your eyes!” Ed was so exasperate he continued with what had been on his mind since the afternoon. “ARG! You’ve been fantasying about me, haven’t you?!!”

“A little.” There was no sense in denying it and it was entertaining to watch Edward gape at the confession.

“Keep it down,” complained Al’s voice. The sandy catboy jumped down the roof without hesitation, landing in a crouched position in the grass. He pushed the screen door aside and came in, closing the -still cracked from its encounter with Hawkeye- glass door after himself. “Hawkeye is trying to sleep. Unlike us, she’s entirely a daytime creature. Don’t make her shoot at you, please, Niisan, Colonel Mustang.”

\"Leave the title. And of course. We’ll be quiet.\"

\"You must be hungry, Al, have some tuna.” Edward flung him a can nodding toward the can opener they had left hanging from the counter.

While Alphonse was eating, Hughes came in, without a sound. “Mustang,” he said. “I’ve never seen your staff run around tables on theirs knees and hands before, and I must say, it doesn’t look very professional. But it does look fun. Too bad foxes aren’t in these things.” He shrugged with a smile. “They don\'t seem to be having any particular problems at least. I had to fend Fury off electric wires a few times though. Poor boy is very confused. Havoc is upstairs, reading Alicia a story. He hopes she’ll go to sleep soon.”

“How’s he looking?” asked Edward.

“Missing a few patch of fur,” admitted Hughes. “My princess is a little too enthusiastic. She doesn’t know her own strength.”

Edward and Alphonse winced. They very well knew Alicia’s strength. Their tails tingled just hearing her name.

Hughes picked up the empty tuna cans and stepped to the garbage can. It occurred to Roy they had all been down on the floor since he didn’t know when, and that only Hughes was still sane enough to circulate on his legs.

The man with glasses’ elbow brushed on the counter, dropping a length of white cord. Edward stared at it. Alphonse stared at it too. They bounced for it at once, fighting teeth and claw.

“What are you two –“ Roy titled his head as Alphonse shook a paw, waving the string. He had the sudden urge to join in. He backed up, trying to fend off this stupid idea. He’d been fighting with both of them earlier already, he wasn’t about to get into another fight. Besides, they’d team up on him.

Hughes grinned. He reached on the counter for the roll of cord, cut a long piece and waved it. Immediately the kittens forgot the one they were fighting for and jumped for this new moving target. After a while, Hughes snagged the string and threw it. On Roy’s head.

The man sat there blinking, white cord hanging on his head and in his face. It took a whole of two seconds for the pair of brothers to pounce on him. He hissed at them to get off, but they weren’t paying attention.

“It’s mine!”

“No, mine!”

“It’s escaping!” Never mind the fact they were after an inanimate object that couldn’t possibly ‘escape’ on it’s own.

“Get it!”

“Get off me! Boys! Hughes!” Roy howled. “Which of you just bit me?”

“I did,” said Ed without any trace of remorse.

The string was then entirely forgotten. Roy stopped struggled to get away, instead attacking Edward back. Al had the string in his mouth, looking confused as to why the game had changed. But then Edward cried for his help and he was glad to provide it. It was panther versus kittens, but a pair of very vicious kittens, one of which had metal claws. If they’d been in right minds, they would have been trying to explain why the automail was also paw-like instead of having a general catfight melee. But apparently their ‘right mind’ had gone on vacation and wasn’t planning to return any time soon.

Hughes grinned sleazily to himself, holding up a camera. None of the felines noticed him taking shots of them. When he’d snapped a few nice ones, the fox-man tipped away, minded on capturing a few more pictures of the others. Ah, he loved blackmail material. Hum, he’d better also have another look on Alicia too, see if she’d gone to sleep yet. Since Havoc hadn’t screamed for a while, she probably had.