Pros and Cons - A Zentharian Entry

*Shit, fuck, shit, fuck, shit, fuck,*

I nearly face planted as I sprinted across the room, damn near tripping over the piles of laundry that I had been neglecting in my rush to grab the mica powder from my other-other craft table.

I snatched up the little jar and leapt across the room with all the grace of a rhino on roller-skates. I literally skidded to a halt, my tail acting as a counter-balance to keep me from toppling over, then opened the dark emerald green bottle and adding a bit into the container on the scale.

*2.1, 2.2. Just a bit more, 2.4, 2.5 grams!*

Slightly wondering if that was kinda what a drug dealer felt like, I dumped the small amount of mica powder into the solution and started shaking the bottle violently. I had at least remembered to close the lid before doing so this time.

After the solution was mixed, I opened the lid and poured it into the airbrush, praying to God or Zeus or the Flying Spaghetti Monster or whatever that I had been fast enough.

*Please don't leave a seam, I really don't want to unfuck this,*

I pushed the facemask on haphazardly, my white fox-esque ear getting pinned under the strap uncomfortably, and slowly applied the next layer of paint onto the foam.

It blended smoothly, the previous layer just wet enough to let it do so.

"Oh thank your fucking meat balls, Senior Spaghett," I said out loud.

*Really Vicky? That was too fucking close,*

*Shut the fuck up, me,*

*Bitch,*

*Bitch,*

It took me a second to remember that my ear was being flattened by the strap and was starting to hurt. Now that I wasn't in crisis mode, I adjusted the strap and freed my ear, immediately returning to the foam armor piece.

This fucking project was going to kill me, but I was apparently a whore because I kept working on it, proud with my work and also seeing dollar signs. The client had paid half up front for this project because of the detail he had requested. I liked money and was very passionate about not starving to death, so I was going to finish what I had started.

I had been working on this project for about two weeks, the initial idea having come from the client, but I had been the one who had made the design. This guy was going to be wearing it as part of a costume, a character of his own design. He was even going to be doing some cosplay events with it. I had been smart enough to keep a contract where I get credit in any photo that he posts of the work, but otherwise I didn't really care.

I liked making the stuff, and cons were fun and all, but I wasn't really the cosplayer type. Humans really liked that stuff, and most Zenthari did as well, but I had had my tail tugged a few too many dozen times to really like going.

*Cosplay does not equal consent,* I thought.

*Yea, but riding someone while cosplaying could be fun,* my brain countered. *Whole new meaning to 'Hulk Smash!'*

*Okay, brain, first off, ew. Second off, what the fuck?*

My brain, the traitorous little bastard, didn't reply.

*Bitch,* I grumbled.

I went back to work, the sound of the airbrush soothing.

I finally finished the layer of paint and turned off the compressor, letting out a deep breath. I may or may not have forgotten to breathe during that time. Fuck it, oxygen, shmoxygen.

Just another few pieces and I'd be done.

I picked up my phone and checked the time.

*Oh,*

*Oops,*

I decided that I should probably call it a night. Or morning, technically. The fact that it was past 3am would probably explain why my eyes were so tired.

I grabbed the foam pieces and stuck them back on the mannequin to dry, then headed back to my desk and started cleaning up.

*Damn, I need a shower,*

*Later, sleep now. Not like you're going anywhere,*

*But I'm gross and really need a shower,*

*I know, but it's all the way over there,* I moaned internally. *No, food first, then sleep, then shower,*

I knew that the order of events was definitely wrong, but I really didn't want to argue, either. I really couldn't, since, you know, it was my own thoughts. I hadn't gone full schizoid yet.

*Bitch, is that a challenge?*

*Fuck off, me,*

I stumbled into my kitchenette, my feet moving me to the fridge without me actually directing them.

*Thank you, auto-pilot,*

*Don't mention it,*

*Bitch,*

*Slob,*

*Touché,*

I pulled out one of those healthyish microwavable meals and threw it in, listening to the hum as I grabbed an ice tea from the fridge, cracking the can open and draining half of it.

*You should probably drink, you know, water?*

*Probably,*

I kept drinking the ice tea. At least it didn't have any sugar. I may not be the most elegant of foxkin, but I did somewhat care about making sure I stayed thin. It wasn't out of a fear of getting obese, but purely because I didn't want to replace my wardrobe.

Okay, a little of it was scared of getting obese, already having been through that stage when I was a fat kid. It didn't matter how many people told you to be happy with your body when you were surrounded by children.

No, I was happy with my 115 pounds. I didn't need to be fit or muscular or razor fucking thin, I was happy with who I was now.

The microwave had a chance to give half a beep before I opened the door and snatched the food out.

"Fuuuuuuuuck, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot,"

I was a master at not dropping the steaming hot tray and was proud of myself.

I walked back to the living room, taking another big gulp of the ice tea.

*I really shouldn't eat while drinking,*

*You really shouldn't do a lot of things,*

*Better than drinking and driving,*

*You don't drink,*

I put the food on the counter and tore open the top, digging into it with the second to last clean fork.

That was usually my sign to clean. Once I got down to last fork or last clean panties, I want on a military campaign style attack and turned my little studio apartment into a a crystal clean becon of high society.

Then I didn't touch it again for a month or so.

My mind drifted as I ate, thinking about the last date I had had, or rather, the last bad date I had had.

I had thought this one had been going well. He was cute, nice, and had seemed genuinely cute. Then, he had started voicing his opinions on... Certain types of people.

I had seen red flags. By the second sentence into that subject, the guy was a communist rally. I had no idea what ever disabled ex had done to him, but he had clearly been fucked up by him.

I had called a rides hare and left before he had finished his salad at the restaurant, then blocked him on Whiskr. And every other platform that I could find.

That was actually a good way to describe my dating life. A series of red flags and blocked contacts. I wasn't against guys just looking for hookups, they do they, but at the very least don't open the convo with a dick pic, and if you do, at least don't make it one of those where your pushing down on your nuts to try to make it look bigger with your harry ass legs in the background.

The date before that had been better. We had just gotten dinner, went and saw a movie, and had a nice night. Nothing had clicked, we hadn't made out or anything, but he was nice, and he promptly ghosted me.

Then the date before that was an absolute disaster. This guy had been super weird and creepy, like, 'should have been in prison and possibly in a mental institution with men in white coats with nets on standby ' level of weird and creepy.

He kept asking me if I liked fur coats, if I thought they were murder or had an issue with them since I was a Zentharian.

Yea, after that, I had gotten peppers pray. And a knife. And new locks. And even thought about a security system in a concrete bunker with a big "No Boys or Psycos allowed" sign.

I threw my fork into the sink, knowing I'd be going on a rampage later to clean everything, and meandered back to my den. I flopped down on my nest, and pulled out my phone, pulling up Whiskr.

'238 Potential matches! Subscribe to see who's sniffin around!'

*Yea, no, fuck you,* I dismissed the ad and scrolled through, not daring to look at my messages. I had gotten use to seeing that number of potential matches being astronomically high. Not out of vanity, but because I was an arctic foxkin.

Foxkin already had a reputation for being nymphos, a reputation that they had honestly earned, and I was also seen as exotic.

*Maybe if I took a picture of how I looked now, it would desuade the more desperate ones,*

*Or it'll backfire and you'll get ones who are into that shit,*

I scrolled through the suggested profiles, both men and women, trying, and probably failing, not to judge off looks alone.

I wasn't necessary interested in women, but I wasn't disinterested, either. After Mr 'It puts the lotion on its skin or it gets the hose again', I figured I might want to change up my potential dating pool.

I had dated a girl once, and only for a few weeks, but it hadn't really gone anywhere. She and I just didn't click, but it was nice to experiment with her. She was super nice and patient with me, even when we didn't technically go so the way.

*At what point is lesbian sex, sex? Like with a guy, is when the meat-rod goes into the happy-hole, right? Does fingering count? Or is it only when they bump uglies?*

I kept looking through the profiles, not fully paying attention to my own thoughts.

*Cute, but the picture looks super doctored,*

*Not bad, but... Not really my type,*

*Oh, an actual gym rat. Being a ratkin bodybuilder must suuuuuck,*

*I'm sorry, but having your main pic on a dating app being you holding a fish... Questionable judgment...*

*Oh, she's cute, her smile is nice, beautiful eyes... Oh, she doesn't believe in deodorant,*

*I am 100% certain that you are not a chuwhawa, either post a picture of yourself or take the app away from your dog,*

At this point, I was just doom scrolling. I didn't care at this point, but it was something to do. I wasn't tired enough to actually fall asleep, and the project was still drying, so I wasn't about to get any more work done. I mainly just needed my brain to turn off.

I opened the messages tab, scrolling passed all the ones making that they had sent an image. I swear, I had seen more dicks in my messages then a porn site hosted. Essentially, if they sent a photo, I ignored it.

Yea, I was that kind of 'bitch'.

I saw a message that the teaser text caught my eye. Curious, I opened it.

'I recognize your name from somewhere, I think it was at a con or something. Did you have a panel or something?'

I didn't have a panel or anything, but I did go to a lot of cons. It was a great place to promote my business and sell some of the more simple cosplays, like t-shirts. I didn't know how this guy could recognize me, though.

I typed a quick response, but hesitated before sending. I deleted it, then clicked on his profile.

*Okay, no red flags so far...* I thought. His main pic was kinda generic, just him taking a selfie while being at an area that looked like a concert. I couldn't tell. I scrolled down and looked over his profile.

'Sam 26

Just got out of a long term relationship and I forgot how to date. I like cats, music, and chasing the ADHD dopamine. I have about two thousand projects and no end in sight. Before you ask, the cats name is Tax Evasion,'

I snickered. The guy wasn't bad, not at all. Actually, he was pretty cute. I looked through his other pictures, which were mostly of his cat and himself, and he did have a nice smile. And they're were none that were just of the cat.

*Is he using his cat to pick up chicks?* I thought. The cat was cute and all, but it wasn't found it for me. What caught my attention was how much the cat actually seemed okay with the pictures. It didn't look angry like most cats did.

*He's a pussy whisperer,*

*Oh, for fucks sake, brain,*

I opened the messages and typed a reply.

'I don't do panels, but I do a lot of cosplay for others. Maybe you saw some of my work. Are you a cosplayer or just a nerd in general?'

I sent the message and waited. I didn't expect an answer right away. It was almost 4 am, after all.

As though to illustrate that point, my phone buzzed, telling me that I read was down to less than 15%. Taking that as the sign that it was, I plugged in my phone and curled up in my nest.

*Fuck, I stink,*

*Sleep now, shower later,*

My brain didn't fight me, so I was out within minutes.

When I woke up, it was 1pm. I had slept longer than I had meant to, but my body had been needing it.

*Well fuck, there goes half the day,*

I grabbed my phone, checking my messages, and saw that the guy had replied. And not that long ago either.

*At least he doesn't live on the app,* I thought, opening the message, realizing to late that it also said the dreaded notice.

*'Image Received'*

'Just a nerd, artistic skills of a drugged up chicken. I went though pics of my last con and I found where I saw you, here,'

I saw the picture. It was of the guy, Sam, posing with a cosplayer. In the background was, sure enough, my booth, complete with my stupid name that I had picked before.

'Vickys Tail Tales'.

Hind sight was 20/20, but it had gotten a bit of a following and I didn't want to start all over.

*Wait, isn't it supposed to be creepy that this guy has a picture of you?*

Normally, that wouldn't be so much as a red flag as it would be a nuclear strike, but this picture looked older, maybe a year or so ago. And I technically wasn't in the photo, just my booth, and it was in the background, not the subject.

A bit serendipitous, but not unbelievable.

'Lol, yea, that's my booth. Got kinda shocked when you sent a pic of my booth, ngl, just glad it isn't creepy lol'

The little text bubble that told me he was typing appeared and disappeared a few times before he finally responded.

'Lol, I'm sorry, that was probably really weird. I was actually going through my phone a while back during the great Pic Purge and I my brain just kinda saved the details. If it makes you feel any better, I got lots of other booths in backgrounds too lol.'

I felt myself relax, not really aware that I had even tensed.

'Lol, well, it's nice to know that the booth didn't die in a purge, lol'

I started scrolling through more profiles. It wasn't that I didn't want to talk to him, I just had nothing else to say.

*And you're not ready to talk to a guy until you can verify that it's not another fur coat mother fucker,*

*No, I'm just horny and need a guy who isn't creepy,*

*That's that the dildo is for. Much less likely to stalk you than most,*

The message dinged again, and I looked back at the message.

'Yea. Hey, just to be blunt, I'm bad at this and I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. I didn't even think about it until I saw your response,'

*Okay, he's either really smooth or really socially inept,*

*Or both,*

I felt the urge to be honest with him.

'It's okay, haha, it was just a little weird. I'm bad at this stuff too,'

'Okay, good, lol. It's been a while and I forgot how to flirt lol. Would you like to grab ramen sometime? Your bio said you like it and I know a good Korean restaurant in the city where they make it all fresh,'

*Oh, smooth,*

I didn't want to admit it, but the idea of ramen did sound really good. And this guy seemed nice, and not overly forward.

*And not a comment on my ears or tail yet,*

*Wow, the fact that that is the bar... Fuck, I really should get off this app,*

*Yea. Shower, ramen, delete. Even if it goes bad, you get ramen,*

*Fuck it,*

'Sure, that sounds good! Mind if you send me a Pic with you holding up three fingers and your tongue out so I know you're not a fur collector?'

I had hoped the humor would mask the fact that I wasn't entirely joking.

'Lol, sure thing. Just to be safe, can you hold up two fingers and have a thumbs up for me? You are about sixteen steps out of my league and I don't want to be catfished lol I kinda feel like a little league team going up against the Yankees'

*Oh, baseball reference,*

*I really hope he's not a sports head,*

*Hehe, he likes balls,*

I snapped a picture as he requested and sent it. It wasn't until...

'lol don't sell urself short, I'm the short one lol,' I typed.

*Uh, hey Vicky?*

*Yes brain?*

*You may have wanted to shower and get cleaned up before you sent that photo...*

I looked at the photo I had sent.

*Oh. Oops,*

I was a mess, hair tangled with bedhead, ear fur poking up in all directions, no makeup, and I think I could even see a bit of dried drool on my cheek.

*Well, I don't think I could be more anti-catfish than that,*

'You aren't short, you are vertically challenged. Thanks for the pic btw, nice to know your aren't a bot lol. Is tonight at six ok? Here's my pic,'

A second later, I got the notification of his image. It was exactly as I asked, sticking his tongue out and all. He had gone the extra mile and even crossed his eyes, looking silly.

I had the sneaking suspicion that he did that to try to make my photo seem not that bad by comparison.

'Sure, six is good. Where are we meeting?'

'I'll send you the address, see you tonight!'

I didn't have any other plans, so I had all the time to prepare.

And so I did the smart thing, and made sure to spend the entire time dedicated to getting ready...

No, that's a lie. I forgot that I had slept in so late and ended up running around my apartment like a dog with the zoomies in the last hour.

I climbed into the shower, stripping off my pajamas, yes I was still wearing them, and turned on the water.

"Cold!" I squealed. I just used it to get my body wet enough to start washing, rubbing the shampoo into my hair, the specialized fur shampoo into my tail, and lathering up my body to the point I was covered in enough suds that it was probably cartoonish.

*If only this was a porno,*

*Brain, not now,*

I looked between my legs, then grabbed my razer. Just in case. He was cute.

*Oh, you bitch about the stereotype, but your shaving, just in case?*

*Yes. Now quiet,*

I took a bit longer than I probably should have making sure that I was trimmed, then a lot longer then I should have washing my tail, even adding the conditioner and brushing it in.

Thankfully, getting dressed was easy. I was a basic bitch and the vast majority of my clothes were either tank tops or t shirts and jeans or shorts. It only took slightly under an eternity to find the right combo.

*It's a ramen place, not a 5 star restaurant,*

*Shut up, brain,*

*Oh, what about a skirt, so when you flash him you can at least be in a 'wardrobe malfunction' and not 'skank'?*

*Brain!*

*And easy access, just drop the panties to the knees-*

*BRAIN!*

*Yea, you're right. Bring a pad or something, that way after you don't leak down your thighs after-*

I didn't know it was possible to slap ones hand over a brains mouth, but somehow I mentally did it as I rushed out the door.

The address that Sam had given me was pretty close to my apartment, thankfully, and only took about a 10 minute bus ride and a few minutes walking to get to.

It wasn't a super busy place, and it didn't seem like a tourist trap. A mom and pop business, which was always a plus.

I arrived just a few minutes before six, my heart pounding. Frankly, I think I should've gotten an award or something, fastest clean up from what disaster I had been to something that actually looked decent.

*From ferial to fennic, a foxkin transformation,* I mused.

*I'm an arctic,*

*Yea, but the alliteration sounds better,*

I opened the door, the bell ringing. There were a few patrons, all of whom were sitting in the small restaurant. There were a few booths and a few tables. They looked a bit worn, but clean.

*I don't see him yet,* I thought, taking a seat not far from the door and watching it. I glanced at my phone, then put it down.

*Be patient, not like you are the beacon of punctuality,*

Six o'clock came, and then... Went.

I looked at my phone, pulling up the app and shot him a message in what I hoped was a teasing sounding tone.

'Six am or six pm lol'

I glanced at the top of my phone screen.

'6:18'

That... That didn't feel nice.

I had thought he was joking about being bad at the whole dating scene, but maybe he was just a jerk and trying to fuck with me?

*Fuck it, at least you can say that you tried,*

*And that he's a dick,*

I took a sip of my water, then set the menu they had given me down. I hadn't even really looked at it. I... Suddenly wasn't hungry.

*If it's not a dickpic, it's a dick,*

*Maybe something happened,*

*Yea, like he got a better offer. Maybe some foxkin who didn't send him a picture of herself looking like a hoarder victim,*

*Yea,*

I looked at my phone, waiting for the message.

*Nothing,*

*Maybe he's-*

I looked up.

*Shit, I didn't think I was this upset,*

*This is why you don't actually look forward to these-"

My phone dinged, and I looked at my messages.

'I am so so so so so so so sorry, I'm almsot ther, like 5 more min,'

I stared at the message. This actually kinda pissed me off. I had nearly killed myself in rush and... And he's late.

*At least he didn't just ghost you,*

I replied with the universally message that implied displeasure.

'k'

*Fuck, he's going to think I'm a bitch,*

*He's half an hour late, you're allowed to be pissed,*

I waited.

And waited.

The door opened several times, some patrons coming in like an old couple, a cop, and a pair of teenagers.

I looked down at my phone. Getting angry at this Sam and pissed at myself. A woman with standards would've left twenty minutes ago, but here I was...

"I ask so freaking sorry," a voice said. I looked up to see the cop who had entered earlier slip into the chair on the other side of the table. "I couldn't get off the clock fast enough, I was supposed to be off at five, but I got called to a scene and... Damn, I'm so sorry. Vicky, right?"

I stared at the cop. It took a second for it to click that the man was Sam. The exact face, the exact hair, just... In a uniform. I hadn't even recognized him.

"I know, I'm sorry. I didn't have time to change, I litterally came straight here in my patrol car. I really am sorry. I'm Sam," he said, offering his hand.

"Um, it's nice to meet you," I said, a bit shocked.

*He's a cop,*

*He's hot,*

*He's a cop,*

"So... You're a cop,"

He gave me an embarrassed smile, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Yea, um, sorry. Like I said, I didn't have time to change. I try not to mention it in the profile because I either get called a pig or get people with a uniform kink. I wasn't trying to hide it, though, like. Fuck, I'm bad at this,"

*I get the feeling that he'd rather be getting shot at right now and would probably be less nervous,*

"No, I get it, but next time let me know as soon as you can that you're late. I thought I was getting ghosted again. Shit sucks, you know?"

"I know. So, um, my treat for a cute date who is super patient?" he offered.

"I don't know about patient. I was getting pretty pissed," I laughed.

"Then my treat as a peace offering," he countered. "I'll then get you some dessert, too. Their cheesecake is amazing,"

*Smooth,*

"How smooth. Alright, you're on,"

Sam smiled, then flagged down a waitress, ordering our food.

*Okay, maybe this could be the start of a good date,*

"So, you're not a cop," Sam said after the waitress had left.

"Oh, I am. I'm so deep undercover that even I'm not supposed to know," I deadpanned, "My goal is it see which ramen shops have the best ones,"

Sam chucked, and the waitress took our order.

"Sounds serious," he said. "That would explain the cosplay art. Got to get those disguises down prefectly," he laughed again. "Sorry, I can't keep a straight face that easily. Remind me never to play poker with you,"

"Why would you? Your tell is obvious,"

"And what's that?"

"Your lips move,"

He blinked, then laughed, a smile breaking over his face.

"Okay, I can accept that,"

*Damn, he's cute,*

"So, um, how did you end up being a cop? Like, did you get a job opening and just took it or was it a family thing?"

"I applied, went to POST, got job," he said simply. "It's like any other job, just a much higher chance of being punched in the face,"

"Yea, that doesn't sound like a fun thing to experience,"

"No, it really isn't,"

"Have you ever had to use your gun before?" I asked, curiosity getting the better of me. It occurred to me a split second too late that I probably should be asking questions like that.

"Use, yes. Shoot, thankfully no, and hopefully I never will," he said plainly. "Honestly, that's one part of the job that I really don't like. I've had a few felony stops where I had to have it pointed, but never had to actually discharge it,"

*That's a good thing, right?*

*Yes, brain,*

"Oh, okay, cool. Sorry if the questions are awkward. I'm really curious and, well, I no offense, but... I just normally don't date cops,"

*My species is known for fucking, your job is known for spouse beeting,*

*Yea, let's not say that part,*

"It's fine, I don't mind the questions. And full transparency, I get it and don't blame you. Most cops are assholes,"

"Except you, right?" I teased, testing to see if he'd be the 'I'm not like other guys/cops/nerds' guy.

"I try not to be, but... I try," he said simply.

"Good enough for me. So, what about your cat?"

Sam smiled.

"You really wanna hear about him?"

"Why not? You named him Tax Evasion, and I need to know why,"

"Easy, I was on duty and happened to be outside the IRS office when he ran out of the parking garage and jumped in my cruiser. He was just a kitten, to, like barely weaned, so... I got a cat, apparently. He just adopted me, and since he was running from the IRS building, he must be wanted for..."

"Tax Evasion," I finished, laughing.

The rest of the date went... Really good, actually. We talked about anything and everything. His cat, how he had a sister who was a firefighter, how his dad had been a cop and his mother was a nurse.

Before I knew it, dinner was done.

*Okay, he's not a fur collector and he's actually kinda funny. What's the catch, brain?*

*I don't know, but it can't be a good one,*

*Oh god, what if he wants to use the cuffs...*

*Yea, been there, done that, not again...*

I cringed at the memory of the fucking firefighters needing to get them undone because the guy didn't think that he'd need a key.

*So, there is a nonzero chance his sister saw you naked,*

*Fuck you,*

To my absolute surprise, Sam did NOT try to take me home, but he did ask for my number.

"Um, Vicky, is it okay if I text you later? Like, maybe sometime tomorrow?"

*He's still interested?*

*Yes, brain,*

"Yea, sure. Hey, um, thanks for the dinner. This was a lot of fun. Sorry if I was a bit blunt or awkward. It's been a while since my last date,"

"Trust me, I get it. I'm glad you had fun, and I'd like to hang out again sometime," he smiled.

*And, damn, those pearly whites are... Hot,*

"Same. Talk to you tomorrow," I said, turning and walking off.

I couldn't stop smiling the entire ride back.

When I got back, I was still in a good mood, all the way up to when I opened the door to the disaster zone that was my apartment.

Without so much as thinking, the drill sergeant brain kicked in, and the cleaning commenced.

***

I woke up to find a text from Sam waiting for me. Feeling giddy, I opened it up and read it. My giddiness didn't last long, however.

'Hey, Vicky, I wanted to let you know that I really did enjoy the date last night. It was fun, you were awesome, and you are beautiful, but after I got home I realized that I'm not ready to be dating anyone right now. I'm not in a good place mentally after my last relationship and I don't want to just have a rebound. I'm sorry for leading you on, but I wanted to wish you the best. When I'm in a better place, I'd love to hang out, even if it's just as friends.'

I stared at the message.

"Oh,"

*What do you mean, 'oh'? He just dumped us!*

*Well, technically we weren't dating, it was a date. One. I don't think that counts as dumping,"

*Well, it feels like he dumped us,*

I sighed. I could have been upset, but the fact was, I had only gone on the one date with the guy. It wasn't a big deal. It just... Fuck, that sucked.

"I'll admit, he had me going," I muttered. "But it's not like I had been expecting a relationship,"

*Go all r/nicegirl on his ass!*

*I'm crazy enough to argue with myself, but I ain't that psycho,*

*That's... Fair,*

I swapped to the Whiskr app, still not having deleted it, and opened it up. I finally found a guy who wasn't a waking redflag and he had to go and be emotionally aware. How the fuck did another green flag ruin the next date before it even happened?

*Because you have the luck of a cursed penny,*

I decided to respond to the guy, not wanting him to think that he had gotten away with being an asshole.

'Thanks for letting me know. I did enjoy last night and was hoping we could have had a few more dates, but I get what you are saying and hope you figure it out. Best of luck, Sam,'

And then... I blocked his number

I didn't need to be lead on again, even if it was accidentally. I wasn't mad at him per se, but... I was. It wasn't his fault, it wasn't mine, but... Fuck it.

I didn't need the stress, the heartache, the... All of it.

I scrolled through the app, shifting through messages without pictures, profile after profile, and... Just doom scrolling again.

*Well, you did get ramen and cheesecake out of this,*

*I'd rather have not been lead on,*

*You have a point. Okay, fuck him, let's try again,*

*Not yet,*

I saw a few messages that caught my eye that weren't desperate pickup lines, replying to a few here and there, testing her waters, but not really into it.

'A foxkin like you probably has a lot of stories, and I bet most of them are probably horror stores. Wanna share some?'

*Are you fucking kidding me?*

I pulled up the profile to block it, stopping an instant before selecting the drop down menu just as I saw the picture. It was a catkin woman's profile.

She was cute, and catkin were fetishized as much as foxkin. The difference was that we had a reputation, catkin had the sex appeal.

*Okay, was she asking an actual question?*

*Probably not. Why not mess with her?*

I typed a response.

'Only if you tell me yours,'

*Smooth,*

'Oh, where do I start! The fuckers pulling my tail, when in fucking public. I can't go to the mall anymore. Not to mention the damn nicknames. I swear the next time I get a message that opens with pspsps I'm going to fucking lose it lol,'

*Okay, she's actually funny, and that wasn't some shitty Zentharian pickup line, she was actually asking a question,*

I reopened her profile.

'Tiff 25

Maine Coon Catkin. Here to meet people and go from there. My baby is my 2078 KZ motorcycle, I love hiking almost as much as I love staying inside. #lesbian #pussypower, pun fully intended.'

Now that I looked at her ears, I could definitely see the breed. She had more fur than I did, though not much, just going down her neck and around her eyes. The effect was that it kept bringing my attention to them. They were a brilliant blue.

*Okay, I'm curious at best, but hot damn,*

I opened the message and began typing.

'I get that. I'm this close to deleting this app. I have hundreds of messages of people wanting to fuck or unopened dickpicks,'

*I feel like that's a bit more than 'close' to be honest,*

'Oh, the horror,'

'Tell me about it, lol'

We went back and forth a bit, exchanging a few messages, confirmed to one another that we exist, then she asked the question.

'So, Vicky, you want to have a date or are you one of the many people who are on here and never show? If you don't want to date, though, I'll happy to just have a bitching buddy'

*Holy shit. Bold.*

'I'm down for a date, kinda, not sure how far I'll go lol. Still experimenting lol'

'Lol, I can understand. Meet up somewhere, get a drink, have some food, then we'll see where it goes? I'm ballsy, not pushy'

I thought for a moment. I had no reason to turn her down.

*No redflags, no dickpics, and a hot girl,*

*I mean, I wouldn't mind having a bitch buddy,*

*What am I? Chop liver?*

*No, you're me, and I already get me, I need someone else to get me,*

*You... Have a point. Withdrawn,*

'Sounds good, lol. Where and when?'

'How about tomorrow at 7, The Black Tail?'

*Isn't that a bar?*

'Sure. See you then!'

*Fuck yea,*

*Damn, bitch,*

*I know, right?*

I felt myself getting excited, then... The thought hit me.

Was I about to potentially lead this girl on like I had just been led on?

*Well, I doubt it's going to be a one night stand, and she said she's not pushy, so probably not. At worst, we can be bitching buddies. At best, we can be fuckbuddies,*

*I've never eaten a pussy before,*

*First off, pun, second off, it's just hanging out, then seeing where it goes. She set the expectation that the only expectation is that you don't flake,*

*True, just kinda like a girls night out,*

*Yea, because you have soooo much experience with that,*

I sighed. Fuck, I really needed more friends. It just... Any friends. Hard to make those when your job is making costumes for nerds out of your own apartment. It was a dream gig, just... More lonely than I had anticipated.

I didn't have a shortage of possible people to fuck, but I went down that road a while back, feeding into the stereotype for a few weeks and found that no amount of dick or cum could fill that void.

*Fuck it, you don't need a bitching buddy, you just need a buddy,*

I looked around my studio apartment, the small living space and the corner of my nest that was covered in cosplay items.

"Yea. Maybe a bit more than a buddy,"

*Wow, self awareness? Is the apocalypse happening?*

"Shut up,"

The next day came, and the hours passed slowly, and then quickly. Time did that, and before I knew it, I was in the shower, washing my hair, tail, and again, trimming between my legs. I had waxed down there once. Never again.

I stepped out and began brushing out my tail, then brushed it some more, then a lot more. Most of my body had skin like humans, not really having much in the way of fur, but my tail? Fuck, it was fluffy, and I had spared no expense on keeping it decent. Yes, I could be a slobbering mess, but I always made sure my tail was at least decent.

After a long half hour, I had managed to get the tangles out and brush it until it simmered. I put some tangle prevention spray on it, wondering if I should add some flair to it. Tail décor wasn't my usual thing, but I did have some. I decided against it.

It was just a date with a girl that may or may not be romantic, no need to go overboard, after all.

I looked myself in the mirror, checking out my ass. I did a little shimmy, watching it jiggle a bit, and smiled.

*Hehe, jiggle,*

*Wow, I'm a child,*

I slipped on a pair of simple jeans that had the button style rear belt loop. It was easier to put on and take off, and didn't rub on my tail like the velcro ones. I buttoned the rear of the pants over my tail, making sure it didn't catch any fur, then looked for my shirt.

Finally, I walked out of the apartment wearing a black crop top that exposed my belly button a bit. Nothing too audacious, but definitely more revealing than my normal style.

For whatever reason, I didn't feel as... Unprepared, for lack of a better term. Maybe I was just sick and tired of dates going to shit. Maybe I was actually a secret raging sex-starved foxkin lesbian. Maybe I was just tired of trying to avoid people assuming I was a nympho and just dressed comfortably because I was going to meet a Zentharian at a bar that catered to Zenthari and I didn't need to worry to much.

Hopefully, it was mainly because I just wanted to be comfortable with nothing to prove to myself or anyone.

*Fuck, I think I might be a people pleaser,*

I decided not to dwell on that. I didn't need an existential crisis while on my way to a bar. Not the most socially acceptable thing to do.

The bus ride was fairly uneventful. I was a bit nervous, but I wasn't overly excited. Just, calm, which was strange for me. Normally, I would have been freaking out and panicking.

Again, I decided not to dwell on it. I felt good, and if I didn't want to freak out, those were my own emotions and I could bottle them up however I saw fit. The healthiest thing to do, after all, and definitely not something that future Vicky would have to deal with later.

The bar was fairly busy, but not packed. That was good. A packed bar meant too many people, and I hated the crowded places.

As expected, the vast majority of the patrons were Zenthari, and I saw a lot of the various kin types. Other than the super simple comfort things that only existed because of Zentharians, the bar was like any other.

The difference was that it did have those creature comforts. All the stools all had small dips at the rear for tails, the booths had backs with what looked like inverted lumbar support, the lights were just a bit higher and covered so ears didn't hit them.

The little things. Things that didn't really affect humans but did make a difference for us.

I walked to the bar, taking a seat on a stool and ordering a simple raspberry lemonade. I was never a drinker, just wasn't my thing. I didn't really like getting anything more than slightly tipsy. The bartender brought it, and I sat, waiting, glancing around, looking for Tiffany.

I honestly didn't know what to look for, and I felt kinda bad about that. Tiff was a cute catkin with dark hair. I was in a slightly dimly lit bar and there were easily a dozen catkin lingering around.

Something gently tapped my shoulder and I turned, seeing a tail vanish behind me to the other side. Turning again, I found myself face to face with Tiff.

"Good morning, Starshine," she said.

I stared at her.

I was catfished. Reverse catfished.

Her pictures did not do her justice.

*Brain, a little help?*

*Nope. Brain. exe had failed. Try again later,*

Her dark hair was pulled back in a ponytail. Her feline ears had the characteristic coon folds, and one of them was notched slightly, two minute rings going through. The fur around her eyes was dark and had bits of silver in it, and if I thought that her eyes were pretty in the pictures...

*Holy shit,*

*They're almost like the mica powder blue for crystal resin,*

"Holy shit," I said out loud, unable to stop myself. My sexual curiosity didn't matter just then. I could be a nun and if Tiff asked me to join her, I would've found a new prophet.

She was... Breathtakingly beautiful.

*Damn,*

"You're a little shorter than I expected," she said. "Your pics with your cosplay stuff makes you look a bit taller. You look good, by the way,*

Brain didn't even have a response, just a full on 404 error complete with the operating system shut down music.

*She's a head taller than me,* I realized.

I was never meek. I had been around the block several times.

But... But holy fuck.

"Um, thanks. I didn't really expect... You to be... So..."

*Brain... Help...*

*404 ERROR*

"So...?" She asked, smiling.

"Hot!" I said, my voice coming out in a squeak.

Tiff smiled, and it was somehow both sweet and predatory at the same time.

"You're hot yourself. Love the top on you, by the way, the black and gray really makes the white on your ears pop. You got an eye for color,"

I could feel my brain desperately trying to restart. It felt like trying to start a diesel engine in winter I wouldn't be surprised if Tiff could hear it.

"Sorry, did I do to much?" Tiff asked, tilting her head, her hand going up to her earrings.

*Two nails are shorter than the others,*

*Hashtag lesbian,*

"No, no, sorry, I just... You look so much prettier than I expected, like, damn,"

I could feel a bit of my composure coming back. Brain, however, was still trying to get rebooted.

Tiff smiled again, glancing down at herself. "Oh, good. I was a little nervous that I went overboard,"

I took the opportunity glance over her body to. She wearing tight jeans similar to mine, though she had a full shirt on that hugged her in so the right places. She was also wearing a simple leather jacket that looked...

*I like leather now, apparently,*

*404,*

*Fuck you, brain,*

"You didn't. I mean, you look... Really good. Damn,"

"Thanks, and thanks for actually saying that while looking at my face and not my ass," she laughed. "On a serious note, you do look good, too. I really like your eyes," she added leaning in, "It's like a light brown, kinda reminds me of rabbit fur. I use to have a pet bunny growing up and your eyes are that kind of soft," she was silent for a moment before coming to her senses. "Sorry, got lost in the sauce there,"

*404,*

"Um, it's okay, I like your eyes, too, they're really... Pretty,"

*404,*

"Yea, I've been told I have 'eyes as blue as the sky'," she joked, reaching over and grabbing my lemonade, taking a sip.

I felt my eyebrows knit together.

"No," I said intelligently.

Tiff looked up at me, then down to the drink. "Oh shit, I'm sorry, went into autopilot for a second, I usually get the same and just-"

"No, you're eyes aren't like that," I said.

Tiff looked directly at me, looking very confused.

"No, your eyes are like, like the deep sapphire blue, but with a bit of shadow to it. It's like the kind of gem I'd put into a cosplay weapon or chest piece that belongs to some magical being. That mixed with your fur makes them stand out,"

Tiff was staring at me like I had just morphed into a giraffe.

I felt my cheeks redden.

"Sorry, I kinda got lost to," I said.

Tiff's mouth was slightly ajar. "That... Thank you, no one's ever put that much thought into describing my eyes,"

"Sorry, I, um, I get carried away. I have a hard time shutting up,"

*404,*

"You say the single most kind and thoughtful thing I've ever heard and you say sorry?" Tiff laughed. "That was super sweet, and seriously, thank you. I take it you like color theory then? I saw your cosplay stuff on your profile. I'm guessing you kinda need to have an eye for that. No pun intended,"

*404,*

I smiled.

"Thanks, and yea, color theory is a thing, but honestly, it's more just finding a shade and a hue that work with the design. I could paint a picture of a clown in the colors of a sunset, but it would be wrong. It's all about finding the right colors to compliment the design and not the other way around. It's why I'm able to make a living on it,"

*404,*

Tiff laughed, "Well, color me impressed,"

I snorted, then turned red because of said snort.

*404,*

*Brain broke. No think. Just do.*

"Please tell me you didn't just say that,"

"What?" She asked, smirking, "Am I too colorful? Do I need to tone it down?"

"You are terrible!" I snorted again. "I looked up what a KZ you had, by the way. It's a nice bike. I've only ever really been on a dirt bike, I'm not sure on the brand, though, it's been a while,"

"Thanks, and yea, you should come with me for a ride. It's fun. I'll even be nice and keep it under the speed limit for you,"

*404,*

Turns out, I didn't really need brain. It became super easy to just talk to Tiff. Lemonade after lemonade, we just... Just talked. Yes, there was flirting, but that came natural. It wasn't forced, wasn't awkward, it just came naturally.

Tiff was... Awesome.

"And then I just had to fucking wait while the guy had to call the fire department to come over with a handcuff key. Then, the key they brought didn't fit because it wasn't normal handcuffs, and they had to come in and cut them off, all while I was still naked," I said.

Tiff was clutching her side as she giggled maniacally.

"So, so," she giggled again, "I had this one girl over who wanted to try some freaky things, and I was still coming into my own way the time, and she decided that the best way to let a girl experiment was with fucking pony play,"

I nearly fell out of my seat, laughing.

"I'm not joking. Imagine what I thought when this cute little Mormon girl that looks like she just finished getting off her mission opens a closet and I see more bondage and bdsm shit in there than a medieval dungeon! I fucking ran, putting my pants on half way down the block!"

"I can't imagine a worse way to experiment," I said, whipping my tears away.

"Right? There are so many better ways! You don't just march them into the sex dungeon, you got to ease them into it, take them to a bar, let them tell you stories about your eyes being sapphires in the sweetest compliment ever, there's a process,"

She gave me a wide smile. "Then you see if they want to keep things going, see if they want a second date," she bit her lip, "See if they want to experiment,"

*404,*

*404,*

*404,*

It wasn't just brain now. I couldn't speak.

"Only if you want to," she clarified quickly. "Seriously, no pressure, if you just want to hang out again, I'm perfectly okay-"

"Yes," I said.

Tiff stopped talking, looking at me. "Yes to hanging out? Yes to experimenting? Yes to dating? Like I said, I don't want to pressure you,"

*Yes,* I thought. Okay, maybe brain could've been helpful here, but they were still bluescreened.

"Yes to all," I said, much more confidently than I expected. "I'd really like to experiment, date, and hang, so long as you're okay with knowing I'm still in the experiment part,"

"Well, the way I see it, this can be a test run," she offered.

"That's the most nonthreatening and most polite way someone has ever asked to fuck me,"

*404,*

"Good, because that wasn't my intention. If anything, it'll be the opposite. If you aren't comfortable, we can just have a fun night together, just hanging out. Besides, if you are into it, I won't just be fucking you, you'll be fucking me,"

*404,*

My entire body went red, and I could feel my ears heating up.

"I like the sound of that,"

"Well, let's pay and get out of here. I got my bike and a second helmet. I was a bit hopeful, if I'm being honest," she winked at me.

She stood and reached her hand out to me, helping me off the stool.

"You ready, vixen Vicky?"

*404,*

I accepted her hand, she lead me out of the bar, touching her watch to the reader casually and paying for both of our drinks in the way out.

*Oh fuck, it's dark out,*

Tiff led me through the parking lot and to a very pretty street motorcycle. It was green and black with shiny rims and chrome accents.

She handed me a helmet, and I slipped it on, the fit surprisingly good. There were even indents for my ears so they didn't get too squished.

Tiff mounted the bike and I slipped on behind her. Her tail wrapped around me, and I felt a rush when she pulled my a bit tighter against her.

"Lean with me, and keep your tail in you lap," she said. I did as instructed and pulled my tail around, putting it between us, then hooked my thumbs into her belt loops.

She started the bike, and I felt the power of the engine under me. It didn't vibrate like I expected, but I could still feel it.

She revved the bike, the noise making me shiver. She kicked up the stand and pulled out, her foot touching the ground.

"Hold on, little vixen," she said quietly, her helmeted head turned slightly to the side so I could hear her.

I didn't even have an error code anymore.

My tummy lurched as we suddenly started moving, and Tiff's tail held on to me tight as we zoomed out of the parking lot and onto the road.

It was a bit surreal, really. My arms around a hot catkin chick on a motorcycle, speeding down the streets. I didn't even know where we were going, but I didn't care.

*If you die, at least you'll die happy,*

The drive was exhilarating, the wind rushing past, Tiff's tail keeping me close, her firm, toned body against mine. I couldn't tell if the purr was from the motorcycle or from Tiff.

I also couldn't tell if Tiff was speeding or going under the limit, and frankly, I didn't care one way or the other.

The drive took a good fifteen minutes, and it was far too short for me. We pulled up to an apartment complex that was fairly nice. It wasn't huge, but the parking lot wasn't crammed full and the landscaping was well maintained.

She pulled into a spot near the front, parked the bike, and we dismounted.

"How was the first ride?"

"Oh fuck, that was amazing," I said honestly, taking off my helmet.

Tiff took hers off, looking at me. "Love the helmet hair," she said, biting her lip. "No matter what you choose tonight, you at least got one good ride,"

"Yea, that's a pretty good way to put it," I said.

"Ready for the next one?" She asked, stepping a bit closer, her hand brushing my hip, her finger going through my belt loop as she got very close to me.

I gulped. I wasn't scared, per se, I was just shoulder height to a drop dead beautiful goddess of holy fuck energy who was actively making me feel like a giddy school girl.

*Yea, definitely a virgin,*

*You've been double penetrated,*

*Oh, NOW you fucking show up, brain! I was thinking that's what I feeling, bitch, not literally,*

"You are adorable when you get nervous," she said, smiling down at me, "You really are, like, if you don't want this, just tell me, we can watch a movie or something. Maybe make out, maybe not, maybe just keep sharing stories, maybe make each other's tails curl,"

*Oh. Yea, thinking has no place here, if I try...*

"But," she continued, her finger going under my chin and tilting it up, "I'd really like to spend time together, maybe even play with a nice, cute, new, toy,"

*Toy? Me? I... *

*404 ERROR*

*Well, there goes brain again,*

"Lead the way," I said, again with much more confidence than I expected.

Tiff smiled, leading me to the door and inside. She led me down a hall and to an apartment, unlocking the door and letting me in.

I walked into the living room, glancing around. It was a decently sized apartment. Not huge, but not small, either. Compared to my studio apartment, this thing was massive, though that spoke more about be studio than it did here.

"Sorry, I know it's a bit messy," she said. "I've been meaning to clean, but... Yea," she made her way towards the kitchen.

*It's not messy, it's just lived in,*

The room wasn't cluttered. It had a few things around, and there were some boxes here and there, but that was the only mess. Again, comparing it to the hurricane disaster zone that tended to build, this was fucking nice.

"This is a very cozy place," I said, looking around. "And if this is a mess to you, it's a damn good thing we didn't go to my place," I let out a nervous laugh.

"Oh? That's a shame, I bet the place would smell so much like you, then. Your scent is nice," she said, opening the fridge. "Want a drink?"

"Yea, sure,"

"Any preference? Water, lemonade, or..."

"Water's fine, thanks,"

"Good choice. I figured we should both have a drink since we are both apparently thirsty bitches,"

Tiff poured two glasses of water, handing one to me. She made eye contact with me as she took a drink, not even blinking.

I couldn't stop staring.

"What do you think?" She asked.

"About the water?" I asked. After the words left my mouth, I cursed my brain for not working.

"Sure, the water. I bet it's very wet," she teased. She suddenly shook her head, smiling. "Sorry, I'm starting to get pushy. Do you want me to back off?"

"No, it's hot as fuck, and I don't think these glasses are the only wet things in this apartment right now," I said.

No brain = no filter.

Tiff blinked, clearly not having expected that comment. She a solid five seconds, this goddess of beauty seemed to finally process.

"Okay, that was hot," she said.

*Damn straight,*

"I'm not sure how much longer we can keep this going," I said, looking away, trying to get my brain working again.

"Hey, if you don't want to do anything, just say so," she said, placing her hand on mine, "Seriously, no pressure. Even if we just hang out, that's okay, too,"

"Oh, I was talking about the playing coy part," I said, "I ask fully ready to play, I'm not the best when flustered, you know?"

Again, Tiff looked surprised by my words, then, she took another drink, and gently took the glass from my hand.

"Okay," she said, putting the glasses on the kitchen counter, then gently grabbing my hand, leading me over to the couch. "Then let's not be coy. Follow me, and if at any point you need to stop it take a brake, just say so. No judgment, no worries,"

She sat me down on the couch, then sat next to me, holding my hand. She reached up and pushed a bit of my hair out of my face, her hands so gentle it may as well been a father touch.

"I'll go slow," she said, "Tell me if you need to stop or change things, and remember, no pressure,"

"Thanks," I said.

"You're welcome, Vicky," she said, smiling at me.

And then, hand on the back of my neck, she leaned forward.

She kissed me.

Tiff's lips were soft and smooth, and they tasted faintly of cherry. Her tongue tickled my lips, but never forced it's way inside my mouth. It was asking to be let in, not breaking down the door.

I let her in, kissing her back, and my chest felt heavy.

*Fuck, this is a real kiss,*

I had kissed people before, of course, but... It was like comparing a firework to a sparkler. This was a real, genuine, kiss. Loving wasn't the right word for it, but it was like that.

It was a safe kiss. No demanding that we escalate, but also not afraid to. It was a kiss that was nice, kind, and...

Nice.

Tiff broke the kiss, her eyes meeting mine. "Was that okay?"

"Oh yea,"

"Do you want to keep going?"

"Yes, please," I said.

"You have the most amazing smile," she said.

I opened my mouth to respond, but didn't have a chance. Tiff kissed me again, her other hand, as soft as silk, pulled me closer to her, holding me by my lower back. The kiss was growing more intense, our bodies pushing up against one another.

I was holding her, to, pulling her towards me as though I wanted us to merge into one.

The kiss, the touches, the caresses, it was all so tender. Tiff wasn't aggressive, not by any means. She was... Sweet.

Her tail brushed over my arm, tickling it, the fur like velvet.

*Oh fuck,*

Tiff's hand, which had been gently cradling my neck, began to slowly move downwards towards my front. Her fingertips tickled my belly under my croptop, teasing at the hem of my shirt.

She broke the kiss, her mouth moving to my neck, licking and kissing.

I closed my eyes, enjoying the attention, and the sensation. Her teeth scraped across my skin, but didn't bite. I could hear her purring, the catkin fully invested.

"Can I take off your top?" She asked, her voice muffled slightly by my neck. Her breath burned.

"Yea," I whispered. At this point, it didn't matter that she was a woman. I had been with guys who tried to be sexy or romantic, but this was on another level. Right now, I had never, ever felt this fucking turned on in my life.

Tiff didn't just rip my top off. She reached her hands underneath my shirt, caressing my skin, then slowly lifting the top. Only breaking the kiss to let the shirt come off, then returning her lips to the crook of my neck.

I was still wearing my bra. I expected her to go for it to, but she didn't. She gently pushed me onto my back, laying me on the couch, and kept kissing my neck. Her fingers and the back of her hands kept flowing up and down my body.

"May I take off your pants?" She asked, her words soft, her voice like a sweet song.

"Please,"

Tiff broke the kiss, then kissed her way down, pecking at my exposed tummy, her tongue leaving a burning trail that seemed to sear through me.

Her hands worked their way to my button, undoing it. I lifted my hips as she reached behind, even undoing the tail button.

I had never had someone remember that one before, always just pulling down and causing my tail to get caught.

Her fingers hooked into the hem, then she slid them down, revealing my simple gray panties.

She pulled off the jeans and tossed them to the side, then, after a moment, reached over and took off her jacket, tossing it over my jeans.

Her shirt wasn't skin tight, but it made her look more sexy than a t-shirt ever could. She kissed up my belly, starting near my navel and going back up around my bra and back to my lips.

As her lips returned, her hands reached up, grabbing at the strap of my bra, pulling it away.

I reached my arms over my head, letting her remove it. The fabric slid over me, exposing my chest. I didn't have much down there in the way of tits, just a few steps above mosquito bites, but as Tiff kept kissing me, she still managed to grab a handful.

She was still purring, her entire body vibrating, the sensation traveling from her to me.

"Let's go to the den," She whispered, trailing her fingers around my boobs, "It's a bit more comfortable than the couch,"

I nodded, briefly wondering if I'd remember how to talk, but Tiff helped me up, holding me tight. We just kissed for a moment, going anywhere. I just kinda stood there, a foxkin wearing nothing but some gray panties kissing a fully clothed breathtaking goddess catkin.

We didn't kiss long, Tiff taking me by the hand and leading me through a doorway and into the next room. She didn't even turn on the lights, just lead me to the nest, gently pushing me down onto it.

She took a step back, taking off her shirt, showing that she had on a black sportsbra. She was fit, her abs toned and defined, and she had some muscle to her arms. She wasn't ripped, but definitely healthy. The only light in the den was the the bit leaking over from the living room, causing the shadows on her body to pop.

*A fucking work of art,*

Tiff knelt down and crawled on top of me, kissing my neck, then her tongue licked my collarbone. It traced down, slowly moving down my body, kissing occasionally. Down to my breasts, my nipples, by belly...

Her fingers hooked around the hem of my panties, her lips burning as she kissed just above them. Her eyes were locked on mine.

Breathing didn't seem important at the moment. All I could do was give her a minute nod.

"Good girl," she purred, and I could feel her words, they way her lips moved. I could see the silhouette of her tail the tip flicking hard from side to side, the faintest of thumps could be heard as it hit each side.

Her fingers, oh so slowly, slid my panties down, kissing as she did. She kept her eyes locked with mine. I didn't blink, not wanting to miss when an instant.

"Trimmed up, just like a good vixen," Tiff whispered. She purred loudly. It was loud enough that it could've been a chainsaw.

*Fucking sexy chainsaw,*

Her lips and fingers went up and down my legs, kissing and rubbing, massaging them, working up and down.

"Your legs are so soft, so smooth," she whispered. Her eyes were lowering between my legs, staring at my pussy.

"So pretty, fuck you're so sexy, I'm... Fuck, Vicky, sorry, you're wanting to experiment, what... What do you want to try?"

She sounded at out of breath as I was. It never occurred to me that she might be feeling as edged as I was.

I swallowed hard, thinking about it.

*What did I want to do?*

My mind was racing. I couldn't think straight, I just... Fuck, I couldn't even think gay.

Tiff's hands kept touching me, her hands moving up and down my legs, the sensations flowing through me, making it harder and harder to think. All I could do was stare at her fucking amazing eyes.

"I want to see you," I managed to say, "I want to see the body of a fucking goddess,"

Even with the shadows and dim light, I saw Tiff's face turn red. She looked as breathless as I felt.

"A... A what?"

I didn't bother thinking. Thinking was over rated. I just spoke.

"I'm being touched by the most beautiful woman and sexiest catkin I have ever seen. I want to see the body of... Of this work of art that I'm looking at,"

Tiff looked genuinely speechless, and her hands stopped moving.

*Did I say something wrong?*

"That is the nicest and most beautiful thing anyone had ever said to me," she whispered. "Thank you,"

I opened my mouth to reply, but she suddenly surged forward, her mouth pressing against mine, her tongue pushing into me.

It wasn't like before. Before, there was a sweetness to the kisses, but this was no longer a gentle kiss.

Now, there was hunger.

My hands reached around her, unclipping her bra at we kissed. I pulled it off, not looking quite yet, just holding her tight as or breasts pushed together.

We broke the kiss, and I gasped for breath. My eyes went down to her body.

"Oh fuck," I whispered.

In the dim light, Tiff's pale skin had an almost ethereal glow. Her boobs weren't huge, maybe a small C, and by the love of holy fuck, they were amazing.

Tiff had undone her pants and was shimmying out of them with none of the grace she had shown before. I just noticed that she had lines of the fucking softest fur down her sides, adding prefect accents to her body. The lines of fur faded at her hips, her legs only having some on her calves down to her heels.

"Holy fucking shit, you are so fucking hot," I managed, pulling her back down.

I didn't care that she was a woman. I didn't care that until just this morning I was only curious. Right now, I just needed her touch, and I didn't give a flying fuck about how it where she touched me.

"Thanks, so are you, oop!" she gasped.

I didn't know what came over me, but I suddenly rolled, taking her by surprise, and got on top, straddling her.

*No think, just do,*

My hands went to her chest, gently grabbing and groping. I just did what felt right, lowering and kissing her tits, then taking as much as I could into my mouth, using just a bit of teeth.

Tiff moaned, her hands just touching my body whatever she could reach.

I didn't have to think. All I had to do was listen. As long as she moaned, I knew what to do.

I worked down, kissing her tummy, licking it, and finally reaching her mound, and she was perfectly smooth as though she had waxed.

I had no idea how to eat pussy. The closest I had ever been before this was just fingering another girl, and that really hadn't done it for me.

But as I looked at Tiff's slit, already moist, I felt...

Hungry.

"Vicky, oh fuck, don't do anything you don't want to. I'm not complaining, but I don't want you to ru- oh, fuck yes, baby,"

I interrupted her, pulling her slit apart and licking from her taint to her clit in one long and slow movement.

*Fuck, so much better than cock,*

It didn't taste like much. Kinda tangy, but... Nice. It wasn't bad at all, but the sounds that Tiff made, on the other hand, those were fucking delicious.

"Oh, you lying little bitch," Tiff moaned, her hand on the back of my head, "Fuck, this... No fucking way this is your first... Oh fucking fuck..."

Tiff's breathing was getting heavier, and her moans were getting louder.

"Yes, oh god yes, baby, you fucking little... Fuck, get... Get you foxy pussy up here, I'm going to ravage your cunt while you work that tongue!"

Tiff rolled again, and she grabbed me by the hips and lifted me, twisting us around in a prefect 69. Her legs wrapped around my head, and she grabbed my tail firmly before she shoved her tongue deep into my slit.

*Holy...*

She was purring. That, and the feeling of her tongue was sending shockwaves through me.

My mind went blank as we sixty nined. It was the single most intense experience I had ever had. It wasn't just that Tiff was amazing at eating pussy.

It was her. Her touch, her presence. Her voice, her words, her purring, the fact that it was a woman, the fact that the more I devoured her pussy, the more she moaned. The way she touched me, the way her leg hair felt.

Fuck, the way she tasted. That tang, that tang that was so nice, so fucking prefect.

Tiff's hand was squeezing and rubbing my ass, the other grabbing the base of my tail, pulling softly and sending chills down my spine.

Her purrs were growing louder, the vibrations growing stronger.

The world seemed to fade, and the only thing in existence was the two of us, both of us gasping for air before diving deep into the other.

We rolled around, alternating between who was on top. Our fingers explored, tested, poked and prodded, pulling and kissing and licking and feasting, our cream and juices dripping down our faces and thighs.

She spread my ass cheeks, pushing on my taint with one finger and triggering more electricity to fire from my body, and I did the same. She moaned loudly, and I kept going.

My jaw hurting was irrelevant. My tongue being sore didn't matter. All that mattered was that Tiff kept making those sounds and her thighs kept threatening to crush my head, all the while she held my tail firm, playing with everything in sight.

The entire time, we never stopped. There was no slow, no pause, no resting, not even to catch our breath.

We sixty nined, we scissored, we tribbed, and it was all fucking amazing.

Time didn't matter, and we even when my alarm to go to sleep went off on my phone at 3am, it went ignored.

We finally slowed, just a little, laying side by side, our hands still wandering, exploring, but slowing, long after our fingers had pruned from each other's fluids.

"Oh, you little bitch," Tiff said, her voice ragged and hoarse.

"Same," I managed.

"Oh god, fuck, baby, come here," Tiff pulled me closer.

We didn't even kiss, just laid together, our bodies touching, holding each other.

"Best... Experiment... Ever," I panted.

Tiff laughed. "That wasn't a fucking experiment, little Vixin Vicky, that... Ohhhhh, that was holy fuck. I don't know if it is your foxyness or what but fuck, that was... Fuck,"

"Yea," I managed. "Fucking yea,"

We lay together, silent, just breathing.

"Do you have to go home?" Tiff asked quietly, her fingers playing with my hair around my ears. "It's late. I don't mind if you'd like to stay. And I definitely won't argue if you'd like to go on another date,"

I smiled. I didn't have any prior partners ask me to stay before. It... Wasn't normal. Take the fox, fuck the fox, drop the fox off at home.

"Do you want me to stay?" I asked. Truthfully, I kinda liked the idea of staying, but I couldn't blame Tiff if she wanted me to head home.

"I would like that, actually. Not just a good fuck, but... I like the idea of a cuddle buddy who... Who isn't just after my ass, you know,"

"Your ass is nice, though, but the rest of you is awesome," I giggled.

There was a moment of silence between us.

"Stay with me," Tiff whispered, "I really did like our date. Not just the sex. I'd really like to... To keep seeing each other,"

"A goddess like you wants to date me?" I laughed, looking up at her, "I'm I dead? Did I die and sneak into heaven?"

Yes, the sex was... Oh fuck.... But... At the bar, Tiff was very fun to talk to. It was awesome to be able to just talk, and... And be heard. And be listened to, and not just by someone who wanted to just get in my pants.

Tiff smiled softly. "This is going to sound bad and probably stuck up, but I've been told I'm pretty by a lot of people. You are the first one to make me feel it. You are the first person to describe why you thought I was pretty,"

I looked at her. In the dim light, the blue of her eyes seemed to shine, the sapphires of a magical being.

I blinked. There was no way that she didn't know the effect she had."You are absolutely fucking breathtaking. Like, it should be a sin that someone like you can look as amazing as you do, and doubly so that you don't feel it. I'm not trying to sound cheesy, but you really are stunning. All that mixed with a walking green flag of being polite, kind, and funny? Fuck yes, you are a jackpot,"

Tiff blushed a bit, the nuzzled up to me, her purr softer than before.

"Thank you," she said. "So, do you want to keep dating, see where this goes?"

I smiled, and nodded.

"Yes, I'd like that. A lot,"

We laid there, not speaking, just holding each other. I thought back to the previous date, and I decided that being dumped before the second date was probably the best thing to happen in a very long time.