Epilogue
Ten Years Later.
"You didn't exactly converse with the gods," said Trixie testily, angrily chopping the cocaine on a mirrored coffee table with a razor blade. "More they commanded you and you had nothing to say back. If you did, I'm sure they'd have ignored it."
Kat sighed. Removing her coat, she sat beside her true love and grabbed the chopping hand, holding it still with a power few could resist. Trixie had achieved quite a lot of strength in her ten years as a werecat but hadn't gotten nearly as strong as her alpha, best friend and true love. She fought for a moment but let go of resistance.
"This is the sweetness and the rot Yashaw warned us about," Kat spoke gently. "It's what's seeping through the cracking wall, the purest form decadence takes, the kind the proselytizers warned us about in the regime and weren't overstating. It's what Wolf and Maria focused on these past few years to circumvent capturing rebels. Why do you need this?"
"Oh Kat," Trixie sobbed, dropping the razor blade and embracing her lover. Her mouth ending up beside Kat's ear, she choked out whispers, "When they exiled me for being too much trouble to the Democratic Republic of Germany, I thought I'd achieved success. My plan finally worked. But I left everyone behind, even myself in a way, becoming 'Beatrix' the punk rock diva. No longer 'Pussycat' with her three bitches. Gretch and Nina and Linda let me be the outrageous one as I intended. I made records here in West Berlin with stray talent. A major label promoted me enough for substantial though rarely chart entering let alone topping success. I fucked around as I toured the world, fucking my bandmates and some of my more outrageous fans. But every night I found myself alone wishing you were here. So I needed to fill the emptiness. Cocaine made me forget, made me numb, made me wilder than ever. But it became more of a focus than even my music. I stopped thinking except thinking of getting high. I stopped trying except trying to get more cocaine. Only those full moon nights when I crossed the border and joined you and Leo and Jag and became a beast of true nature did I have any joy."
"Why didn't you say anything?" Kat asked.
"And bum you out? I could see the joy in your eyes when I came home. The fun we had tying each other up and making each other crazy with lust made my unhappiness unimportant. And seeing our kittens grow in those monthly increments..." The sobs racked her body. "Why did I give you a key to my apartment?"
"Because you loved it when I came to visit," smiled Kat. "And maybe because I was meant to discover your illness, your addiction, and save you."
Trixie chuckled roughly through her choked throat, "You're always right."
"Not always."
"Yes always, my brilliant and wise doctor. But...why are you here?"
Kat chuckled and moved Trixie's head so their eyes could meet. "Haven't you heard? They're tearing down the wall! No more sneaking through borders. No more worries about the placement of our own as border guards. No more stupid puppet government. We won!"
"Gods I must have disappeared from the world not knowing that!" said Trixie annoyed with herself. She grabbed the mirrored table and flung it against the wall, the powder a dust cloud raining onto the floor.
Kat said nothing but her smile beamed.
The phone rang. Trixie picked it up. "Michael! I heard! We'll meet you at the Gate. Kat's here. They must have come over together. About time. Then you can meet my kittens! Of course I'll take your virginity! Are you sure?" Trixie laughed. "So that's why you insisted I blow you. No, I only resisted because I thought it played to your game. If I had truly resisted I could have thrown you out the window without any effort. I love your sweet cum and your pretty dagger. I can understand Jag's and Leo's love of it. I can't wait to feel it thrusting and cumming in my slutty cunt. Half hour? We'll be there. We love you."
During the triumphant chaos of the demolishing of the Berlin wall, Kat received a call on her fancy new cellular phone. "We'll be there as soon as we can. The traffic's a bitch," she said into the small receiver.
"Who's that?" asked Trixie.
"Wolf wants us to help them pack."
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What with their combined success and with appreciation of services to the regime, though it had all been on their terms and sneaky, Wolf and Gretchen and Maria lived together in one of the more opulent apartments in the drab city of East Berlin. Nina remained in the Black Forest mothering their offspring.
Gretchen had become a star, leading the Courage Players in several productions she penned with the collaboration of the troupe. After the ridiculous propaganda of the Merchant of Venice, though it gained them their stature, she kept to amusing and witty comedies and musicals lightening the dark shadows of life beneath the Berlin Wall. Even the serious dramas never failed to uplift at the end. Audiences appreciated them wherever they performed, whether in cities or in the countryside. The regime even let the troupe tour Western Europe and America as well as Eastern block nations and Russia. Their trust in her allowed her and her fellow thespians chances to meet with western artists and intellectuals, learning the truth of the free world and communicating their own situation.
The only concern they had during these tours was full moons on the road. Their bodyguards/keepers/official East German watchdogs (so to speak) found safe woods or wilderness unoccupied by humans in which their wolves and cats could frolic. By the time they began touring the world, everyone of the troupe had been mated and become weres. Humans that hadn't fallen in love with a were found themselves gently forced out of the troupe.
Having two Stasi watchdogs accompanying the troupe helped the regime with trust issues. Maria and Wolf, free from the prying eyes of the ever vigilant spies of their own Stasi agency, managed to communicate intelligence with their equals in various western countries. The contacts and assurances they gained during the tour allowed the current transition from puppet regime to joining their western brethren in restoring Germany to wholeness to happen without acrimony towards them as Stasi enforcers. They knew about the collapse of the wall and the regime before most everyone else and in a small but significant way helped smooth the pavement for its inevitability. Interpol offered them positions as investigators. The united Germany didn't quite trust them to take similar positions in the government. Maria accepted the offer. Wolf requested a less involved position as technical and computer consultant, allowing him to tinker with gadgets and create new spy gear which he intended to patent along with contraptions he had already designed and used but kept to himself before.
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In the former East Berlin, now a whole Berlin, the werecats greeted the werewolves with open arms, hugs and kisses, none more so than between Trixie and Gretchen. Though they converged near each other once a month, Trixie had kept her distance from her friend for years.
"Why have you been a stranger?" Gretchen finally asked.
Trixie sighed and confessed, "Remember Yashaw's message ten years ago? I succumbed to that rotten sugar. Kat never noticed because our love blinded her, but I knew you'd see through it and...yell at me or scold me or something."
Gretchen saw the unhealthy skin of her pale friend and nodded. "Cocaine?" With Trixie's troubled nod, Gretchen did scold her. "We used our position as a rock band to capture the fuckers that pushed that shit. You knew it was poison!"
"I got...weak. Lonely and weak. But...no more. I'm staying home with my love, maybe help with her clinic."
