Nine Lies
Prologue

It's happened again.

	Mona fell back into her apartment, arms held by her latest suitor, the amber glow from the lobby spilling into the crammed, darkened corridor. A reptilian metal head, in a sleek  black coat, patched with the local affair of bands with names like Brutal Security and Hellhound blues. Chains adorned with miniature skulls dangling from his pinstripe trousers as their clanging echod against the lioness' jeans studs. the two holding each other in their arms. “I need to brush my teeth.” the lioness known as Mona, smirked, “I smell of booze.” with a roll of his teal blue gaze, he nodded “Fine, fine.. make it quick, I feel the encore coming on.” snuggling cheek to cheek; her tawny fuzzy against the Iguana’s scales. “Bed rooms to the left.” pointing with her fingers around his wrist, ready to tango for the rest of the night ahead “Door just past the cactus” her other paw flicking the light. Reluctant to break firm embrace, “Want me to just take you with me?” He inclined towards her, pecking her lips. “Fine, .. I'll be done in minute.” letting go, she made out the glint of glass in the unilluminated kitchen connected to the end of the corridor, as she gestured with her hand to get her under-slept roommate to hide prior to strolling in the bathroom to her immediate right, with a vibrant twirl she hit the lights. 
	Her starry yellow eyes, gazing into the mirror. pulling off her modest black top over her punky purple mullet. She set about with a warm sponge set about removing her scent. She had danced with numerous partner in various states of undress, hoping her last minute catch would lighten up. Without that memory lingering in his mind ruining his experience. She haphazardly brushed her teeth, opening the sink's mirror cabinet; seeing the usual mix of medication and unnecessary collection of hygene products given as christmas gifts, finding what she craved … Sneaked a ginger snap into her maw. Having packets of the biscuits hidden around her flat. The forceful croaky voice echoing from down the hall. “How many have you had?”
	The Iguana had already undressed, precariously balancing his coat on the door, surveying the lion's den. His scaly toes curling against the cold, wooden floor. The room was in modest size, he'd describe it as a closet, had she not figured out how to snuff in a king sized bed in here. The duvet adorned in a Maori pattern, .. a tribal theme pervaded the décor. From the shelves, to the wardrobe, having engravings and indents of squares. His gaze drawn towards books, always a sign of intelligence he thought, skimming the titles, of New Weird Musicians, DIY Dentistry and a collection on Serial Killers and Cannabalism. Grimacing, maybe He judged her too soon. Feeling the slight heat, he removed his shirt, and spread on the bed, sinking in. The duvet contrary to apperances was coated in an irregular set of furry patches, the sensation enjoyable, only would be made better by going into the lioness' other den of bestial warmth. Pulling her V-shaped pillwo under his chin. He blinked, notching an irregular marking, .. several in fact, along the bed post. Counting quickly, there was over two dozen. His thumb ran over, what may be her history.

	“Only two VK cherries...” with a smirk, leaning against the edge of the door. “I'm not drunk.” a hardy smirk turning more worrisome. The Lizard stroking his thumb over her bed rest, head held high as if in Shock. “You're single right?” butterflies flew in her stomach, “Not quite …” each one curling up and dying. “There are a lot of marks on here... Twenty six, in fact.” His back bared, in the dim light of an energy saving bulb, Mona recognising the straight edge razor on his shoulder. “I'm not naïve, .. I know what these are.” scaly fingers wiping his eyes, his head shaking and body quivering “... Do you want to add me to this as well? Seeing if you can get highscore, slut?” He began to dress again. “You knew I was drinking... I know I've made a lot of mistakes, .. and bad decisions” her voice uneven, the insult stinging her. Leaning back against the wall, as he passed, “I can't believe no one told me about you, is this why no one else came home with you? You did them all?” brow furled, and words venomous. “Try and settle, .. this has been a horror show for me.” clutching the apartment door's knob, “I want someone who'll appreciate me, .. not fuck me like a number.” the door slammed behind him, leaving the feline in the ambient light. She took a breath, trying to stifle a cry. She'd add another notch but not to her bedpost. A familiar smell of herbal smoke filtering through through the apartment. A red dot, of Mona's other flame coming out of the shadows. “Poor, .. Poor Kitty.” a mouse walked into the light. Eyes with thick dark circles. “I love seeng you like this~ .. misery is such a turn on.” dragging on a cigerette, as he began to unbutton his  shirt.  “Unlike our usual duet of a trainwreck, .. I got the pitch from the publisher, let's celebrate.”

	Molkov chirred, as he lead Mona back into the bedroom, “Let's make the night right once more~” scarlet eyes piercing through the signs of chronic sleep deprivation. Smelling of gin and herbal smokes, he found a career he loved. Writing oddball and weird sex stories, Mona was her muse, both polyamorous with Mona being more discreet on that fact, Molkov less bothered and more apathetic on who knew, “He called me a slut..” the mouse nibbling down her stomach, his fingers drawing a trail down the fur dyed tattoo snakes at her sides, “I'll call you my Queen … had I respect for the monarchy.” his rodent buckteeth, prying down her panties, tongue lapping at her labia piercings, small purple titanium rings. He grinned wildly, .. “I'll appease your body, Miss Mona, .. but not your mind.” suckling her clit. Furless hands pushing her legs apart, Mona leaned back into the safety of her murky tan pillows, Molkov breaking his tongues deep caress, to scratch another mark onto the bedpost, “And that guy, .. was twenty eight, if I'm not mistaken.” giving a sardonic chuckle, his finger tweaking the lion's tits. Twisting her barbell piercings for amusement. 
	“You're only making this worse.” muttering lightly. “Misery loves company, dear... and she also seems to enjoy some hard wood.” slipping his cock between the gap in his white underwear. A vampiric lust overtaking him, “Our TV License was revoked, .. so I haven't been able to appease my urges while you were at that punk ear fuckfest.” flicking a small square packet between her breasts, “Hurry up, and put it on... maintaining my love for you is oh, so demanding.” he snickered, gazing up at the Baule masks above the bed. Mona wasted little time adorning her open-minded partner in the translucent rubber, one of few people she's slept with that ever bothered with condoms. “If you don't fix your sleeping pattern, I'll have you wear one of those.” She growled, unamused. “Don't worry, .. I'll get you something too, with a zipper or space for a ballgag.” grunting as his member spread her pussy's lips apart. Giving a sigh of relief, “It's been a while, since I've slaked this little claim.” his gaze admiring her body; his was bony and underfed, a common symptom of declaring watching porn for six hours more important than making a cheese sandwich. While hers, much more beef, toned from at the gym, “How'd your gael wrestling go?”
	“I haven't been in over seven months...” she huffs heavily, her legs spreading and leans more pathetically into her bed, the skeletal faced rat, digging into her. “Oh, .. too bad, you're not one to take this laying down, .. particularly missionary.” longer fingers curling around her shoulders, rutting down harder and faster. “You've gotten rusty.” flicking his paw against the twenty sided dice tattoo, just below the pit of her neck, wings spread along her clavicles; feathers inked to say 'Venture Adventure' chirring, as he arches, and cock spasms, ballooning out the piece of rubber. It was a while since he's had a sexual misadventure. “Hope you enjoyed that.” his tone ambiguous, “Call Gren, he'll help .. I'll just add fuel to the fire, and watch your world burn.”
	“The passion, the energy...” reeling his head around, licking his lips, “And oh, .. the angry, miserable hate sex...” Mona throwing the world's lessor evil a pillow. “Shut up, Molkov, .. and get that novel done, .. we need the money.” rolling onto her belly, as the mouse crept away, a grin stretching his face. Waiting a few moments for silence to return before getting up. Her heart in pain once more. Tapping the buttons on a phone, “Hello, … Gren, .. I know it's late.” she paused, looking out at the city below, prying the blinds apart “It's happened again.”