Finishing what you start.

Spamfic/epilogue

A hard learned lesson.

This is just something that struck me in the car one day.

Disclaimer, whatever use your imagination.

I open my eyes slowly.  Geez, what the hell happened to me?  As I open
my eyes its all I can do to keep my head from exploding.  Lords of piss,
what a hangover.  What was I doing last night?  I close my eyes again,
and try to focus on something besides the little men with chainsaws
redecorating in my head.

A minute later the headache has dulled down a bit, and I now open my
eyes up with the intent of looking around.

Oh, boy.

A minutes study of my surroundings proves to me that I'm in Setsuna's
royal bed chamber.  What's left of it anyway.  The hanging gauze in the
room has been mostly shredded, and dangles down like broken spirits from
the ceiling.  Strewn about the room are little patches of oddly colored
cloth.  I wonder what they could be.

I take a look at the area right next to me.

I'm lying on Setsuna's bed.  The pillows have been strewn around
haphazardly, the sheets a tangled knot around me and...

Setsuna, who I am currently lying on.  I'm stretched out across her
stomach, making a sort of '+' sing with her.

Two more things strike me.  One, I'm in my original form, a large cat-
person.  The other thing that suddenly strikes me is that the funny
colored cloths around the room are apparently the dismembered remains of
most of what me and Setsuna had been wearing last night.

I'm a completely naked black cat-guy at the moment, and Setsuna is just
barely saved from indecency by the ripped remains of her undergarments.
She is currently on her side, my weight thrown across her hip.  Her arms
are curled up, and she clutches my tail in her hands like a teddy bear,
cuddling up to it.

What the hell had happened last night?  I rack my brain, and the
memories slowly start to return to me.  Setsuna asking me if I'd like to
have a little fun... my startled exclamation... her moving towards me...

Oh boy.

Under me, Setsuna begins to stir.  Sighing a little, I twitch the end of
my tail under her nose, and she wakes with a cute little sneeze.  I
watch as her eyes open slowly, blinking, and then I see her gasp and sit
up straight, knocking me off of her lap.  She takes a startled survey of
what's left of her bedroom, and then looks at me.

Her aura turns a brilliant crimson, and she blushes violently
physically.

"Well  Setsuna," I drawl sardonically.  "What have we learned about
feeding me catnip?"

"Oops," she says.