Damn It, Speedy!

Title: Damn It, Speedy!
Pairing: Speedy/Francine
Summary: Speedy takes his teasing of Francine too far.
Tags: WAFF, M/F, Furs, H/C
Disclaimer: I don't own the Samurai Pizza Cats. Boo fricken hoo.

It was raining in Little Tokyo. Business for the Pizza Cats was slow. Polly took the extra time to sharpen her claws, and Guido was content with flirting with any and all of the female customers. However, Speedy was another story...

"YOW!! Speedy, how could you?!" cried Francine, trying to get up from the floor where the tomcat had tripped her. Teasing her was one of his favorite things to do, and that day it seemed like he'd never stop.

"Sorry, heh heh, I guess my foot just slipped!" he laughed, scratching the back of his head.

"You asshole!" Polly screamed, swatting him in the face as she hopped over the counter. She ran over to the shorter cat and gently helped her up. "Are you okay, Francine?"

"I think... I skinned my knee," she sobbed, closing her eyes and flushing in embarrassment. She was glad there was no one else inside at the moment, or else she would have been even more humiliated.

"Jeez, man, you're outta control today!" complained Guido from one of the tables, shaking his head.

Speedy's ears fell forward. "Aw, lighten up, I didn't mean anything by it..." he whined. "Is she hurt?" he asked Polly.

Shooting him a glare, she hissed "Yes, thanks to you!"

"Y-you know, I don't think it's that bad. Look, it's closing time, you guys go home..." Francine sighed, turning away from them.

"Well, if you're sure it's all right now..." started Polly nervously.

"Hey, come on, Polly, I'll walk you home," offered Guido, pulling out his umbrella.

"See you tomorrow Francine." She turned and walked out the door with the dark-furred cat, scoffing at Speedy before she left.

Speedy's ears drooped again. I'd better go apologize to Francine. I guess I really did go too far this time, he thought, turning around. "Huh?? Where'd she go?" It didn't take him much longer to hear the soft crying coming from upstairs. "That's comin' from Francine's room..." he murmured, feeling pangs of guilt. Taking a deep breath, he took the steps two at a time and arrived at the door.

He almost brought his hand to the wood to knock but something inexplicable stopped him. Silently, he turned the doorknob and opened the door no more than an inch.

Francine was sitting on her bed, facing the opposite wall. She was hugging a pillow and quietly choking on more sobs. "Gosh, why is he so mean to me? It's not fair... Is it 'cause I'm short? Or that I'm not pretty like Polly and Lucille? Maybe it's 'cause I'm a bit poetic. But it's still not right for him to embarrass me like that! He makes me look bad in front of all those people," she sniffed, stroking the pillow's velvetty fabric back and forth. "Just not fair... not... fair..." Suddenly she became aggressive and started hitting herself on the head over and over, shouting incoherently to herself. The pillow fell to the floor.

Speedy gasped and shoved the door open. He grabbed her hands and held them still, but she screamed. "Hey, now! Cut that out! You don't need to be hittin' yourself like that!"

"Speedy?! Is that you?? What are you doing in my room?! Let me go!!" she demanded, struggling furiously. Speedy had to grab her around her middle to keep her from hurting herself.

"Not until you calm down!" he reasoned, holding her tighter still.

"Fine, fine!" she gave in, going limp in his arms. Speedy noticed what a suggestive position he was in, grabbing her from behind and all. He blushed and released her. She didn't seem to notice it though, and turned to face him. Her face was misty with tears. "Why'd you come up here, anyway? Haven't you put me through enough hell for one day?"

He sighed and sat down beside her. "Look, I'm really sorry. Really, really sorry, Francine. I didn't mean it like that, I promise. It was all in good fun."

"Then why is it always me? Huh?!" she snarled, "Why not sometimes Polly or Guido or anybody else?!"

He blushed again and looked the other way. "Gee... I dunno... uh..."

"Admit it!!" Francine cried, curling up into a ball. "You just hate me! That's why you like making me miserable!"

"No, no, that's not true," he soothed, putting his hand on her shaking shoulder. "I don't like makin' you miserable, and I certainly don't hate you!"

"Then prove it," she whined, bravely lifting her head to look at him.

"All right, then," he whispered, leaning towards her. Before she knew what was going on, he gently but firmly pressed his lips against hers. Francine's face reddened, and she felt strange. Her skin suddenly felt super-sensitive, and her stomach seemed to turn over. Not to mention the heat that was rapidly growing in her...

The tomcat pulled away and laid her down on the bed. Then he bent over her and attacked her lips again. She moaned into his mouth and flexed her claws on the blankets. Speedy ran his hand up and down her inner-thigh, causing her to mew softly. She tried to lift her hips to meet his caresses, but he pulled his hand away and started removing her clothing. She sat up, shyly, and sat between his legs, facing the same direction as him.

Speedy continued taking her clothes off, but she still seemed nervous. In hopes of cheering her up a little, he started purring deeply, and to his pleasure she relaxed some. Francine reached behind herself and pulled off his helmet, before tossing it in the pile of her clothes. Speedy backed up from her a bit and quickly pulled off all of his armor and threw it aside. He then scooted back towards her slender, naked body, and she snuggled as close to him as she could. His furry tummy vibrated with his purr, and sent chills up and down her spine.

"Are you comfortable?" he asked her, smiling. At a loss for words, she nodded. Speedy put his face by her shoulder. "And starting to feel better, too?" he teased. Francine gently batted his face away with her paw. Apparently she was still not in the mood to talk to him. Well, thought the tomcat with a smirk, she just needs a bit more convincing.

He grabbed her petite breasts in his paws and began to massage them. Francine gasped lightly and tensed, then laid her head back on his shoulder as his movements became more precise and strong. Just then she felt wet between her legs, and the heat there became almost unbearable. She fidgetted uncomfortably and grabbed his thighs while he lapped at one of her nipples with his rough tongue, making pleasing noises. "Ohhh...." she sighed, tossing her head back.

Speedy himself had been working up a pretty good boner. It poked the girl on the side of her rear, only she was to preoccupied with what he was doing to her to realize it.

He switched to dragging his tongue across her other nipple and used his left paw to tease her other one. His right paw slid across her fur towards the immense heat she was trying to deal with by simply rubbing her legs together. He spread her thighs apart and finally found her crotch. She moaned rather loudly as he rubbed the area up and down, and felt the extreme, warm wetness she had worked up. She started purring, too, and Speedy knew she was all his now.

Her tail curled eagerly around his arm while he nuzzled his face against hers and increased his rubbing speed. "Ohh, S-Speedy!" she cried, digging her claws into his legs as more liquid leaked out of her. The slight pain only excited him more, and he couldn't stall anymore. He had to have her now. He had to.

He released her breast and her wetness and pulled his arm free of her tail's grip. Grabbing her under her arms, he set her on her back at the head of the bed. Francine grabbed his face and yanked him down for another kiss. His tongue entered her mouth and hers met his, over and over again. He growled seductively into her throat and placed his paws right under her arms. She wrapped her arms around her neck. They were
both panting heavily.

Francine lifted her hips off of the bed slightly and Speedy's throbbing boner found her entrance. Gently but quickly, he slid into her. He was very big, but not too big. He pounded the kitten like there was no tomorrow. With each powerful thrust the bed hit against the wall and all of the pictures hanging on it shook. The cats' cries of ecstacy filled all of the pizza parlor, and were almost even heard outside.

Speedy gripped the blankets in his claws and shot a load of cum into Francine as her muscles tightened in an intense orgasm around him. When it was over, all of the built up heat in their bodies started to dissepate and they started to catch their breath. The tomcat pulled out of her and collapsed next to her. She rolled over and curled up towards him. He lazily draped an arm over her and rubbed her back affectionately. "God that was good," he purred. "How was it for you?"

Exhausted, Francine breathlessly replied "It was more than I could ever hope for... You know... I was a virgin..."

Speedy's body tensed in shock. "You - WHAT?!"

She sighed and wrapped her arms around his back. "But it's okay. Now I feel... different about you... I'm not mad anymore, and Speedy..."

He relaxed and looked down into her shining eyes. "What is it?"

"...I think I'm in love with you..." breathed Francine, pressing herself full against him. Only, Speedy wasn't afraid... He felt... warm inside.

"Oh?" he asked, blushing cutely. "Hey Francine?"

"Hmm?" she murmured happily, burying her face in his chest.

"I promise I won't tease you anymore... as much..." he sputtered.

Francine giggled. "Thanks, Speedy."

Speedy pulled the covers over them and cradled the purring kitten in his arms again. Overjoyed and perhaps even in love, they fell into a sweet, deep slumber.