New Neighbors

Skylor rolled his head about, stretching his neck, as he sat with a tablet in his hand. He'd been pouring over financial reports for the club. His long hair flipped onto his shoulder as he rolled his head forward, the black ponytail he wore tapping against his jaw.

Looking around the room, the ferret was a bit surprised he'd gotten as much of these documents read as he had. Normally by now, his live-in charge would have rushed into the room excited over something she'd found or done, or perhaps the sound of a crash would have informed him that he was going to fix something she'd accidentally broken. But, for once, it had been very quiet.

He smiled to himself at how well it had worked out once he'd gotten her comfortable going out on her own. She'd stayed secluded after she'd joined him back in the city, the hustle and bustle outside far different from the simpler, frigid planet her species came from. Now that she was going out and exploring, he found that these moments of peace that were once common to him were an enjoyable respite from her well-meaning, but dangerously accident prone, nature.

Pushing his glasses up the bridge of his wide muzzle before flipping his black hair back over his shoulder, he settled back into the reports on the screen in his hands.

"Might even finish these completely," he thought, as he shifted his clawed thumb over the screen, scrolling down another page.

However, all things must come to an end, only a couple more pages through his ears perked at the sound of the door lock actuating, before the door slid open automatically.

"Hiyo, Skylor," Girl cried out as she stepped through, the door quickly closing behind her.

The amounda was a normally cheerful creature, a bright smile gracing her sharp, predator looking muzzle at nearly all times. The black flesh of her lips accentuating the curl at her cheeks against her shock white downy "fur".

Her body moved with just as much joy, bouncing all over on the balls of her broad paws, nails lightly clicking out a rhythm in time with the bobbing crest on her head as she entered the living room, her tail swaying and threatening to knock over anything she walked past.

"Here, smell," she shouted enthusiastically as she shoved a small box under his nose. He jolted as it came into his view, her thumb claw already having pried the lid askew, the thick fluid sloshing as she brought it to a stop under his nose.

For a half second, he considered whether he had a clean robe in the closet if she spilled whatever it was she held all over him.

Instead, his pink nose caught a whiff of the box's contents. Whatever was inside was sweet and warm, like a toasted cinnamon sandwich, but without the bready smell to accompany it. He had to admit, whatever was inside smelled delightful.

"What do you have there," he finally asked, carefully setting his tablet beside him on the couch, his head turning to look up into the blue and black of Girl's eyes.

Her black sclera flashed, one of the only people with them he'd ever seen that could pull that off, as she smiled even wider at him somehow. "It's called 'Gnawgrash'," she proclaimed proudly, "It is SO good!"

Skylor stared back at her, processing what she'd just said, and finally came to the conclusion he'd never heard of such a thing in his life. "What is it?"

"It's a breakfast dish that's REALLY yummy," she said, pulling the container back and hugging it against her breast, almost as if it was a teddy bear she was going to cradle in her arms all day.

Before she could say anything more, she sprinted across the wooden floor in the living room, directly through the entry into the kitchen, skidding slightly as wood turned to tile. Her hands worked quickly, much too quickly, as she put the container down on the counter and flung open the cabinet doors.

No plates dropped, fortunately, as he heard them touching down maybe a bit too hard on the granite counters. The clatter of silverware on the floor greeted his ears, letting the ferret know that whatever she was so excited about had not been completely without incident.

He carefully rose to his feet and tightened the silk belt of his red robe, straightening the fabric down over his legs so it rested comfortably just past the middle of his thighs, before deciding to help the weird, sweet, little creature in the kitchen.

Paw pads plodding across the short distance, he found her already digging in drawer after drawer, shuffling the contents of each haphazardly before shutting and then opening the next.

"Where is it," she stammered as her hands began moving more frantically, occasionally knocking a poor melon baller or measuring cup to the floor, destined now for another run through the dishwasher.

"What are you looking for," Skylor asked as he leaned against the door frame watching her, knowing that if he just inserted himself into the middle of her frenzy, it would just end with her dropping something on his foot, or whacking him upside the head on accident.

Suddenly, she went still before swinging around on him, her mouth hanging open in her smile, panting from her exertions. "Found it," she cried out, holding aloft a serving spoon, before she dashed back to the counter where she'd left the plates and the small container.

Quickly, she spooned out a portion from the container onto each plate, a thick, blue-ish purple substance, with a texture almost between cake and pudding. With a tap of the spoon, the mounds jiggled in place, but didn't topple as it seemed to threaten to do whenever the plate was moved.

Girl squealed with glee as she set spoons into each mound and took the plates in hand, nearly colliding with the ferret as she turned to rush out of the kitchen.

He couldn't help but chuckle a bit as she slipped past him, darting through the living room and rounding the short bit of wall it shared with the kitchen, sliding on the floor as she raced into the dining room and set the plates down on the breakfast bar. A breakfast bar that had a pass through to the kitchen, in fact the very counter where she'd prepared whatever food stuff it was that she'd brought home with her.

"Come," she shouted before shoving a spoon full of the stuff into her toothy maw, "try it! It's delicious!"

He chuckled to himself, as much about how forgetful she can get when she's excited as the scene she'd just given him, as he walked slowly into the dining room. He took a seat on the stool beside her, his frame towering over the smaller female even seated, and took in the plate she'd set out for him.

"So... what is it again," he asked, picking up the spoon, a small chunk of the substance coming away with it.

"Gnawgrash," she said again matter-of-factly, between bites and happy chirping sounds coming from her every time she opened her mouth.

"Yeah, I heard that the first time," he said as his yellow eyes examined the food on his spoon, turning it upside down to find it firmly stuck to the metal, "but what IS it?"

"It's kind of like a pudding, but not super sweet," she announced, holding up her own spoon, absolutely laden with the stuff, "The new neighbors eat this for breakfast! Can you imagine, they eat this stuff EVERY DAY!"

Wheel turned in the ferret's head as he brought the spoon up, sniffing it once more, his nose filling with that intoxicating aroma from earlier. He'd tried many different foods in his life, and was certainly not shy about trying anything once, so he carefully placed the spoon in his mouth.

His tongue pulled the mass off the metal spoon, the food sticking just enough for him to clack the spoon against one of his long canines when it finally came free.

A shock, that was the only way he could describe the flavor. It was sweet and savory, the texture somewhat smooth, but delightful when it wasn't, small 'blobs' busting apart and flowing over his tongue with a somewhat brown sugar sort of flavor.

As he swallowed the bite he'd tried, he couldn't help but murr deep in his chest, feeling some sort of spice warming him softly all the way down, before sitting heavily in his stomach.

"Well, whatever it is, I can see why you like it so much," he said as he smiled, setting his spoon down, watching Girl excitedly demolish the serving she'd made for herself.

"Right?! This is the best thing ever," she said before shoving the last bite of her Gnawgrash into her mouth, chirping once more as she set her spoon down and hugged herself tightly with a massive smile on her face. "No wonder they're so nice, if they start the day feeling so good and warm every day! Can I make this for breakfast?! PLEASE?!"

Skylor's smile deepend, no matter the troubles she brought with her because of her reckless abandon when happy, he couldn't help but absorb a bit of her excitement she cast so widely into the air around her.

"Slow down," he finally said, turning on his stool, "We can talk about making this stuff in a second. Tell me about these 'new neighbors'. You've mentioned them a few times, but you're leaving out WHO they are."

"Oh," she said, almost as if she'd forgotten that everyone in the city didn't already know them. "Well, they moved in downstairs in condo 14-D! They're from some planet, I can't remember what they said, and they're super nice! I saw them when I was coming back upstairs, taking a couple of boxes inside their house, and I said hi and they said hi back! They were both smaller than me and it was so neat, cause everyone here is always so much bigger than me most of the time, so it was cool to be the tall one! There's a Mom and a Dad and they've got a kid who's gonna start school in a week! The Dad said he's gonna be working for the city in Substrata Maintenance and the Mom is a housewife who sews clothes and sells them on the internet! SHE EVEN SAID SHE COULD MAKE ME A CUTE TOP, ISN'T THAT GREAT?!"

Skylor sat there in a sort of shock, having been hit by a wave as the dam seemed to have cracked open and flooded down the river at him, spilling over with everything that she'd learned about these new people. "Well, sounds like they made an impression on you," he finally said, looking down at the heavily breathing creature on the stool, trying to catch her own breath after that massive dump of information. "Anything else?"

She took a deep breath to completely gush all over the ferret again, but he held out his hand and smiled, quietly letting her know she doesn't have to tell him everything right now. "Well," she finally started, her blue irises swimming backward as black eyes rolled up as she thought for a second. "The Dad's name is Mora, the Mom's name is Shet-He, and the Kid's name is Basha. And they said I could come over any time I wanted to try more Gnawgrash."

Finally deciding she was safe from exploding once more, she wordlessly took Skylor's plate and started scarfing down on the ferret's portion of the delightful, alien dish.

"I'll have to make it a point to meet them then," he said as he stood and turned to leave the room and start getting dressed for a night at the club, opting quickly in his head for something a bit more comfortable considering all the time he was sure he'd need to spend in the office tonight. "They sound like they treated you pretty well, so I at least need to thank them for entertaining you."

"I was there for two hours," Girl's voice called out as he walked down the hallway, causing him to shudder a bit mid-step.

"A thank you, a gift, and a lot of superglue," he thought as he walked into the bedroom, sure that two hours with the well-meaning klutz ended in something being broken.

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It was two weeks later when Skylor opened his eyes, the sunlight streaming through the window.

The angle was all wrong, it was much too early, bleary eyes trying to clear as his brain slowly booted back up after just a short shot of sleep.

"SKYLOR, SKYLOR SKYLOR!"

He turned his head slowly as his entire body bounced on his bed, looking up to see Girl straddling his belly, her clawed hands on his chest, like she was trying to do CPR on the previously unconscious male.

"Wha... Girl, stop," he said, voice creaking like an old, dry, wooden floor, "what's wrong?"

Girl took a deep breath and let it all roll out.

"So, I was getting up to take a run and go around to that really nice Kobold lady's coffee shop that opened, you know, the one where she makes that really sugary coffee drink I like, the one where she offered me a stamp card and you said it was a bad idea, but it was actually a really GOOD idea, cause I go in there all the time? Well, I was going down the stairs to warm up and Shet-He was sitting outside her door with her phone in her hand, so I said good morning and she said it back, but she didn't sound like she was having a good morning, so I asked her..."

"Please," the ferret said, reaching up and palming Girl's muzzle, black furred fingers clamping softly around top and bottom, holding her mouth shut. She still tried to get out a last few words before she huffed and settled herself down, looking a bit disappointed at her rambling being ended. "Just... tell me why you're waking me up.

"I was GETTING to that," she said as he let go of her mouth. "So, Shet-He said her terminal stopped working, right in the middle of designing a new top. You know, the one she told me she'd make that I know I'd look SO good in. Well, she'd just gotten off the phone with tech maintenance and they said they couldn't have anyone by until the end of the day, so she was sad that she couldn't pull a 3D rig she'd just found that was just about my size."

Skylor nodded along with her, replaying her still too quick words in his head, running behind her by what felt like an hour as he processed it all. "Yeah, they can be a busy bunch of folks sometimes, I feel for her."

Girl bounced a bit, smiling brightly, "Yeah, I know, but I know YOU'RE good with this stuff too, so I told Shet-He that YOU might be able to fix it! She said you were probably asleep, cause I'd said you work nights at the club, but I said you wouldn't mind at all! So, here I am! Can you help her?"

His eye twitched a bit, then he looked over at the chrono on his bedside table.

"07:23"

He hadn't been in bed more than two hours.

"Pleeeease," she keened softly, her voice the very edge of a whine, as she started to gently bounce on him once more.

The ferret thought about rolling over, hoping that if he could just passed out again, he'd slip into dead sleep and then nothing she could do would wake him. But that wasn't likely and when Girl got something in her head, she was not likely to let it go. It was just... how her species was built.

You don't let something you chased go, cause you may never get another chance at it again.

"Alright," he finally relented, sitting up quickly and rolling, sending Girl flopping over onto one side of his bed, before he rolled the other direction to swing his legs over the edge. He stood up slowly, stretching himself hard, his back letting out a series of little firecracker-like pops for each bone in his spine, before he padded over to the closet.

"YAY," Girl cried out, practically throwing herself off the disheveled blankets and racing out of the room. "I'll get your hair brush!"

"Leave it," he called after her, opening his closet and pulling out a simple, dark blue t-shirt and pulling it over his head. Running a finger around the collar and straightening the v-neck into its correct place, he opened a draw under his hanging clothes and looked into it.

After a moment's consideration, he pulled out a pair of lightweight, black, cloth shorts. Not the ideal he would have wanted finally being able to meet these new folks that Girl was constantly talking about, but he didn't want to wake up completely and could collapse back into bed if he had to without taking them back off.

Padding slowly into the bathroom, Girl stood there with his hair brush in hand, several of his hair ties around her left wrist, practically bouncing on her paws.

"You finally get to meet them," she chirped out, holding out the brush which he took, "I'm so excited!"

"I only get to meet Shet-He," he said as he pulled the brush through his hair, straightening up his bed head enough that he could start working with it. He held out his hand, which Girl filled with one of his ties, pinning his hair back into a loose ponytail. She held out another, but he shook his head, deciding that if he just did a little, that's less to take back down before he crawled back into the wonderful embrace of his bed.

Girl chirped once more, spinning on her paws, doing something Skylor started referring to as her happy dance. "That's a start," she happily cried, before rushing out of the bathroom.

The sound of the front door opening floated into his ears, causing the ferret to lean out just in time to see Girl putting her running shoes back on.

"You're coming too, right," he asked, head leaned out of the door way, eyebrow cocked up questioningly.

"I didn't get to do my run, and I can't be late, cause Sam might worry at the coffee shop," she called out as if that explained everything in the universe, before she slipped out the door.

"Well, shit," Skylor said as he set the hair brush back down and stepped out of the bathroom, not looking forward to meeting this mysterious/not-so-mysterious neighbor for the first time like a cold call salesman or something.

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Skylor took a deep breath before he pushed the chime button on the wall panel beside the door. He felt as if he should have been more than prepared, Girl talked about these folks all the time, but he'd spent his trip down the elevator running through everything she'd told him... and it ended up amounting to "They're really nice", "They make really good food", and finally "I can't believe I'm taller than even the male".

He knew nothing else of them, really, so he was definitely going in cold.

A quick neck stretch and sliding his 'professional host smile' in place, he waited for the door to slide open.

After a moment that he felt was stretching on too long, the door lock clicked and the panel slid into the wall. What he found on the other side was a bit of a shock.

He'd spent a lot of time off-world on vacations, meeting so many different species and experiencing different cultures. But he'd only been around asar a few times before.

Shet-He stood there, wearing a very thin robe around her shoulders, that dropped to nearly the floor, leaving her clawed toes just barely poking free at the bottom.

Her wide, leather ears spanned wide from her smooth, reptilian head, feeling almost as wide as the doorway itself. Atop her head was a crest of hair, dark grey in color, cut into what might be described as a 'mullet', if it weren't for the fact that it seemed her hair was the same length all over, just travelling down smoothly along her head between her ears.

Her flesh was a slightly lighter shade of grey than her hair, the scales so fine she almost looked completely smooth.

The ferret couldn't help but smile a bit wider at the thought that they at least shared one thing in common, the skin around her eyes darker than the rest of her face, with almost a purple-ish tinge to it. This share was also on the end of her short muzzle, surrounding her nose and her almost black, lower lip.

"No wonder that Girl was so excited," he thought as he finally noticed her height, Shet-He standing MAYBE 116 cm tall, "It's not easy to get smaller than asar are."

It was then that the ferret realized he'd not said anything, whether it was taking in the sight or still not being awake, he felt embarrassment flash suddenly through him as he opened his mouth.

"Skylor," he heard shouted by the asar in front of him, stopping his own words dead in their tracks. His hand was grabbed suddenly and he was pulled rather insistently into the apartment.

"I'm so glad you're here," Shet-He said as she kept pulling him, surprising the ferret with how strong she was for her size, her three-toed claws nearly thudding on the floor as she dragged him further into her home. "Girl said you could probably fix my terminal connection and I really hope you can, I was in the middle of something so so important!"

Her voice was lower, far lower than he was expecting, but her hurried speech kinda reminded him of the creature he shared his own apartment with, barely containing a chuckle as he figured this might be another reason they seemed to get along so well.

"Well," he started to say as she guided him down the hallway, trying to keep pace with her speed and finding it hard with his longer stride, "I can definitely take a look."

They approached the bedroom door and he looked inside. Their furnishings were pretty spartan, the bed a full size which he imagined worked well for a smaller, married couple. It's smaller size did leave more floor space, unlike his own, for a small desk against one wall. Atop it sat a terminal, certainly the one in question.

From where he stood, he could plainly see the small, flashing indication in the lower left of the screen, telling her that she'd lost connection to the city internet.

His body jolted as he felt firm hands on his rear, thick fingers splayed, her thumbs practically on either side of his tail base, as she gave a soft shove from behind and pushed him into the room.

"There it is," she said, suddenly rolling on the balls of her paws, her nerves easy to see over the situation. "Can you fix it?"

He turned to face her, looking down from more than 60 cm above her. "I'll definitely take a look," he said, extending out the clawed fingers she'd just used as a set of reins to pull him inside. "I'm Skylor, by the way. Pleased to finally be meeting you."

Shet-He's eyes lit up, her oval shaped pupils dilating as realization hit her.

"I am so sorry," she said as she took the offered hand in both of hers, holding with one and laying her other along the back of his and stroking her claws up his wrist and a quarter the way up the black fur of his forearm. "Girl has told us all so much about you, it just felt like I already knew you so well. I'm Shet-He, please forgive me."

Skylor watched as her hand moved back and forth along his own until she let it slide away, still holding on tight with her other. "That's alright," he said smiling, giving her small but firm hand a single shake. "Girl can tell anyone's life story in an afternoon, so I'm sure a couple of weeks makes us old friends at that point.

She laughed, her body shaking beneath her robe, giving away her form beneath it. Her breasts were rather large on her small frame, had she been his size, he'd have guessed close to double or even triple Ds. She was also hiding wide hips under that fabric, wider than her shoulders by a decent measure, causing the loose robe to still contour to her shape.

"I really hope she didn't wake you," Shet-He said softly, suddenly looking a bit more concerned and perhaps slightly embarrassed still. "I told Girl it was no problem if you were asleep. You couldn't have gotten to bed all that long ago, after all."

"I was actually relaxing a bit before heading to bed," he said, feeling that a little white lie wouldn't hurt anything in the moment, "so it was no problem at all."

The ferret padded across the room, still smiling over his shoulder at her, before sitting down at her terminal. The chair and desk were definitely built for asar, so he had to sit pretty low, his knees bent upward as if he were sitting in a parent teacher conference for a grade schooler.

His fingers tapped the screen a few times, trying the auto repair feature to see if the system would reconnect, but that was a lost cause when it would immediately fail. He moved on to opening her connection settings, verifying that everything was correct for their section of the city.

All the while, Shet-He had stepped up behind Skylor, looking over his shoulder, staring at everything he did with a look on her face as if he were a wizard casting some arcane spell. "I don't know how you make sense of any of this," she spoke softly, her muzzle close enough that her breath tickled the light tan fur inside his right ear.

The big ferret couldn't help himself, her warm breath felt good in the thin fur lining the inside of his ear, causing a shudder to run up his spine. He smiled to himself as his fingers flew over the screen, opening diagnostic windows that to most were hidden magic in the operating system, and getting them running.

"I've had to learn well the magic that is a computer terminal," he said as he got one last connection checking program running, before settling back against the small chair, feeling his shoulder press back on the asar's robe clad breast. The weight settled on his broad shoulder, hefty for someone his size, but the feel gave him images of how absolutely massive they must look on her frame.

His mind snapped back to where he was, his sleep deprived mind wandering to the delights she must be hiding and back to who it was he was accidentally feeling up.

Skylor sat back up a bit, feeling her flesh slide off of him, before looking back with a friendly smile. "When I first started my dance venue," he said, lightly chuckling to let the tension in him ease. "I didn't have anyone to set anything up, do any accounting, much less afford to pay a tech to come by when something went wrong, so I learned to do it all myself."

"Such a resourceful guy," she said, returning that smile and reaching out, gently stroking the ear she'd just breathed on. Skylor couldn't help it, another shudder rolling up along his body, the touches too close for the sensitivity to have left him.

His body was in between sleep and awake still, not knowing how it should behave. He felt his shorts growing tighter as his sheath swelled. He tightened his legs together, applying pressure on his heavy balls, hoping the slight discomfort might keep things in check.

"Glad someone noticed," he said with another chuckle, before turning back to the screen, seeing his diagnostic was nearly completed. He tried to focus on the screen, hoping the dullness of watching the progress bar tick toward the end, and his tightened legs, might help the situation through.

It wasn't to be for him, as he felt Shet-He press against him as they both watched, her breasts pressing against his back, her hands landing on his shoulders as she eyed the screen with a tremble of anxiety he could feel in her small, clawed fingers.

"I hope this works," she said softly, her voice low, spoken from the chest and dripping with a natural, sultry tone that really appealed to Skylor in that moment in a way that he really didn't need.

Her fingers worried against his shoulders as the progress bar crept upward slowly, her three-toed, clawed feet shifting back and forth slowly on the carpeted floor, working her heavy breasts back and forth against his neck and the back of his head.

The ferret pretended he was anywhere else, thoughts moving to quickly between doing the taxes at his club, to sitting in a dentist's office waiting room, or sitting at an annoying presentation done by a vendor trying to get their products behind the bar. Anything to be anywhere else except sitting in this chair, in his neighbor's bedroom, as she unknowingly caused the more animal side of his brain to try and take over from his exhausted, rational mind.

The console soon let out a generic tone, his focus crawling back to the task at hand, a new screen having popped up to show that a connection had been made.

"Yes," Shet-He called out from behind him, her tension releasing as she hopped lightly behind him, using his shoulders for leverage and placing her surprising weight against him completely. She giggled as she quickly landed back on her own feet, leaning over to look at Skylor's face before giving him a sudden kiss on the cheek. "Thank you so much, I didn't think anything was going to work!"

He was caught by surprise by the kiss, but brushed it off as her excitement taking over, and laughed.

"Looks like your terminal updated," he said, tapping at the screen a couple more times, bringing up her connection settings and opening all the saved ones. "When it did, it seems to have defaulted back to the ones from where you lived before."

He tapped and brought up the list, showing a few different locations and their respective defaults, clearing each one slowly until all that was left were the connections for their node. "That should make sure this doesn't happen again."

Setting the console to standby, he started to stand from the low chair when he felt arms wrap around his neck and squeezing, pulling him back down, the back of his head mashing tightly against Shet-He's breasts. His mind drifted quickly to how soft they were and how delightful they felt against him as she spoke up.

"Not only fixing my terminal, but making sure it stays fixed," she said, laying her smoothly scaled jaw against the top of his head, musing his hair slightly as she tightened her appreciative hug. "Girl said you were sweet and kind, but this is so nice of you to do."

"It was... was nothing, don't think anything of it," he said, smiling awkwardly, unsure if she knew the effect she was having on him. "But, you're all set, so I think I'll be headed back home."

The uncertainty he had toward her actions was short lived, though, as the small asar moved quickly, sliding around the side of him, before hopping into his lap. Her eyes stared into his, her smile almost like the one she'd given him when her door first opened, but her eyes spoke volumes more to its meaning.

"You can't leave yet," she said, her dense form weighing his legs down as she took hold of his shoulder again, her thick fingers running back and forth over them. "What sort of neighbor would I be if I let you help me and didn't offer you my thanks?"

Blinking would have been better in this "staring contest" over Skylor's eyes shifting downward, his simpler mind winning out, taking in the suddenly exposed line of Shet-He's ample cleavage, soft grey-green scaled globes of firm flesh filling out her slightly opened robe, a teasing glimpse where the cloth fell free as they curved downward, letting him know that the light fabric was the only thing she was wearing as she sat straddling his lap.

"Um," was the only thing he could get out as she lifted herself the few inches of difference in their heights, placing her muzzle against his, her right hand moving up and sliding along the back of his head, her other holding firmly to his shoulder for balance and to prevent him easily moving away.

Shet-He found his lips easily, pressing hers against them tightly, using her tongue to part them. It was thin, but had an amazing power to it, finding his and slipping around it, controlling it in his own mouth. His rational mind finally lost out to his baser instincts, his hands moving down and taking hold of her taut rear, even with their differences in proportions, her cheeks and hips broad enough to fill his hands almost perfectly.

Broad tongue shifting against hers, trying to find some advantage, wanting nothing more to take the lead in their little dance, but she wouldn't yield. Like a snake around a mouse, her tongue moved and controlled his own, spreading the taste of her in every corner of his muzzle.

It felt like an eternity for him even though it was only a few intense seconds, but Shet-He finally pulled away from Skylor, letting them both take a few panting breaths.

His mind found him again, pushing back to the surface with some effort, realizing his hands gripping tightly against her ass, fingers straining against her amazingly dense yet inviting flesh.

"Girl said you're married," he said, his words low and soaked in his breath.

"Don't worry about it," Shet-He said, her words barely a whisper as she leaned back in, just touching her lips against his, her cheeks raised in a smile that showed through in her eyes. "Just enjoy the moment."

She leaned back slowly, one hand on Skylor's shoulder as if he might run if she let him go, the other moving between their bodies to take hold of the simple, cloth strip that was the belt of her robe.

Her small fingers worked with practiced skill at it, untying it easily and laying it to either side of them, her robe going slack and opening, exposing a line of her greyish skin between them.

Yellow eyes darted down at the movement, at first surprised that her large breasts hadn't pushed the fabric aside completely when the tension released, before he took in the sight of the heavy orbs that were all but exposed to him.

The asar risked his escape, letting his shoulder go to shrug first one side of the robe free, then the other, letting it slide down her arms, drifting softly as if in a dream as her body was finally exposed.

She was full figured, the ferret had known that even with the robe in the way, but it was yet another thing to finally see the evidence of it before his very eyes.

Her shoulders were broad and slightly toned. Her collarbones created a soft line just under her neck and brought his gaze down to her full breasts, sagging ever so slightly from their weight.

The skin over them was taut, forming beautiful lines with their shape, her cleavage deep and cavernous enough to absolutely swallow anyone that could carelessly fall into them. Soft greenish flesh drew him to her large, coal black, areola, topped with thick nipples standing proudly from the middle, situated low on her breasts.

His view blocked by her wondrous mounds, he could only get the slightest glimpse of her belly. From what he could see, though, she was a wondrous mix of fit and soft. She had her padding, sure, but he could definitely see structure under them from something much firmer.

"Woah," was all he could get out, his eyes cast down and taking her body in, her smile broadening.

Taking his wrists in her hands, she brought his fingers up and placed them on her breasts, angling them so that his thumbs landed just off her nipples. She let him go, his dark, furred fingers staying put as if held there by a magnet.

"Glad you like them," she cooed, a purred rumble gracing her words, produced by bits of anatomy in that smooth neck that he was sure only the asar must have. "Do whatever you want to with them, they're yours right now."

Moving on their own, his fingers shifted over her smooth, nearly invisible scales, paw pads only barely noticing the texture of them beneath them. They filled his hands delightfully, the weight surprising just like the rest of her, leading him to believe that asar must be denser than most other species he'd ever encountered.

Lifting them softly, he felt the slightness of the sag of them, her breasts only rising a bit before her skin let him know the limit.

His thumbs shifted, swirling over her areolas, tracing them out, small bumps around them tickling her as he explored them, causing her to breath in sharply through her sharp teeth.

He smiled at this, his nerves settling, his baser mind finally moving back into control and letting him know that this all was actually alright. His thumbs moved inward, fur touching softly on the rise of her nipples, before lifting and settling his pads on the very top of them.

Skylor's eyes flicked up, looking at Shet-He's face, smirking when he found her eyes closed and some of her sharp teeth worrying at one side of her lower lip, quivering and biting down a bit harder as he started to gently swirl his thumbs over her nipples.

Her body shuddered lightly, more of her robe slipping down her back before finally falling off her and hanging on his knees, bringing her wide hips into his view at last.

"Gods," she finally let out as he played with her, her hands moving back up to his wrists, stopping his hands from moving over her breasts anymore than maybe a squeeze or pinch.

"Get up," she spoke, pushing his hands away from her and sliding from his lap, pushing her robe off the ferret's legs as her paws hit the smooth floor. "I have to see what you've got in there."

Pushing the chair back with his legs, he stood in front of her and looked down at her form, her breasts heaving as she tried to catch her breath. He moved to unfasten his shorts, but discovered how fast she could be, her small fingers darting forward and taking hold of the front of his shorts.

Shet-He struggled with it a moment before she figured out the mechanism, the button at the front a fake and the real closure was a simple tab and slot fitting. His zipper was far more straight-forward for her, the room suddenly filled with the sound of it being drawn down.

A slight slip of the fabric from his hips as they were finally loosened and the base of his shaft greeted the asar's view.

She wasted no time reaching out and pushing her small hand into his pants, taking hold of his cock. The suddenness of the intrusion dislodged them further from him, causing the loose shorts to slide free and drop almost completely to pool at his ankles, leaving his length full exposed for her view.

She gasped as he filled her vision, her small fingers unable to completely close around it. Her eyes drifted downward, unconsciously comparing its length to her own height, animalistic brain calculating if this would even work.

'How long is it," she finally asked, her fingers loosening and drifting along his length, tracing her tiny claws along the veins throbbing along his length to the head, before she palmed the helmet and gave it a gentle squeeze.

"A touch under 20 centimeters," he said, the last syllables choked out as she gave him another squeeze, a dribble of precum flowing from the tip and lubricating her palm.

Keeping her hand on his head, she brought the other up to grip just behind the flare of it, lifting it higher, pointing it at her face. She blinked a few times as she gave it a few, short strokes, more of his precum coating her palm like syrup.

"Guess I'll try," she said, glancing upward to meet his own, filled with a mischievous look.

Skylor didn't have time to ask what she meant before she looked back down and stepped forward, her palm freeing his head, to be replaced by her wide open maw. He gasped as he felt her lips lock around his flesh, then slide to push the entire bulbous end into her mouth. His feet shuffled on the floor as she worked her lips around it, her tiny canine teeth prickling against the sides as she finally crested them behind helmet, filling her mouth with the very tip of his cock.

He couldn't believe his eyes as he watched her, her toes shuffling as she moved closer to him, still taking more of him into her muzzle, her teeth a slightly uncomfortable tickle here and there as she moved his length around to find more room.

Her eyes cast back upward, looking into his own, showing not a bit of discomfort even when he felt the tip of him touch the back of her throat, only about 8 centimeters of him in her mouth before he felt she couldn't take him any further.

Shet-He settled in, holding him in her mouth deep, her nostrils flaring with each breath she took. Her fingers drifted down his length, joined by her other hand, stroking him as she softly sucked on what of him she could fit inside her.

A moan escaped the big ferret, his head tilting backward, pleasure flowing through him like he hadn't felt in such a long time.

This was an entirely new experience for him, feeling two hands stroking him, moving up and around in ways partners his own size just couldn't. It felt as if she was molding a clay vase on a spinning table, her hands working together against him, moving in counter point to create different sensations.

All the while, her lips massaged him, her teeth occasionally touching against him to add some spice to his feelings, the base of her tongue undulating under the head, making it almost feel as if he was taking short thrusts inside his partner without ever making a single move.

His cock shifting a bit made him look back down, finding the small woman shifting her paws a bit, hands holding his cock steady. She then squatted very slightly, tipping his length down to follow her movement, before she pushed her muzzle further onto him.

He felt the head slip past her uvula and her throat open around his head, his eyes wide from the sensation and his own amazement at the sight, watching another three centimeters slip past her lips.

The feel of her throat was incredible, slick flesh squeezing tightly around his head, then a bit of his shaft, feeling the walls stroke him as she started to rhythmically swallow around him.

Skylor couldn't help himself, lightning strikes of pleasure flowing from his cock and up along his spine, his brain unable to comprehend what was happening. His hands shot down seemingly of their own accord and took hold of her bat-like ears.

At first, he held the thick vein that created the upper curve of them, before his thumbs moved down to the thin membrane, gently stroking and teasing his blunt claw over the nearly see through skin.

Shet-He jolted at that, her body freezing for a second before she started to work his cock back out of her mouth, the head finally free of her lips with a dull popping sound.

"Shit," she panted out, catching her breath from her deep throat attempt, letting go of his cock to take hold of his wrists again, stilling his hands.

"You almost made me choke when you grabbed my ears," she said, looking back up at the ferret towering over her.

"Sorry, I didn't mean anything," he said back, his fingers letting her ears go, only to have her press them back against his pads with some pressure on his wrists.

"No, no, it's not bad," she said, her lips curling in a smile. "They're just sensitive, I wasn't expecting how good that would feel and I... well, I almost coughed around your dick when I tried to suck in a breath."

"You ok," Skylor asked, a touch concerned even though she seemed perfectly fine.

"Yeah, I apparently can't breath with this monster in my throat," she giggled lightly, giving his cock a playful squeeze. "Who knew, right?"

He couldn't help but laugh a bit himself, until Shet-He cut him off by giving his cock a strong squeeze.

She let go of him with one hand, pushing his shirt up along his fur covered abs as far as she could reach, before her expression changed from lewdly playfully to pouty in a different sort of playful fashion.

"Need some help," he asked, smirking down on her, her head nodding quickly in response, lips curling as she was unable to keep from returning his smile.

He took hold of his shirt from her, his thumb brushing softly against the side of her hand as he did, and began pulling it upward slowly. Skylor wanted to repay her for how she'd come on to him, lifting his shirt torturously slow, exposing each indention in his abs until he got to the underside of his pecs.

With the aid of his other hand, he blocked his view as he pulled upward, feeling the air in the room washing through his fur, tickling his nipples and the silver barbells pierced through them.

Shet-He let out something of a whistled churr as the jewelry came into view, enjoying the sight of the cream white blaze on his chest amongst all the chocolate brown covering him.

His head slipped through the neck of the shirt and he tugged, mussing up his chin strip a bit as he freed his head. He gave it a shake, making sure his pony tail fell properly along his back, before tossing the shirt away and smoothing down the black hair on his chin.

Beyond his shorts still around his ankles, he finally stood in front of the short female, now just as naked as she was, smiling down at her as she stood admiring all the fur now in her view.

"What do you think," he asked with a wink, lifting his arms in a rather awkward pose, getting another of those whistle churrs in response from her.

"I think you need to get on the bed," she said, her smile broadening as she stepped back, giving the much larger male more room to maneuver.

Skylor stepped around her, eyes locked to hers, his lip curled in what he hoped was an inviting, playful smirk. He could never be sure this early in the mornings, especially roused the way he had been, then thrust into such an unexpected, but so very welcome moment.

Sitting down on her small bed, finding himself much closer to eye level with the asar, he was suddenly reminded of the depth of the situation. He was sitting on this bed, a bed she shared with her husband, in an apartment that Shet-He lived in with her small family.

Guilt struck him, an odd feeling going downward toward his gut, as a more feral part of him was feeling sensations coming up from his engorged, throbbing cock.

"Are you sure," he started, glancing away from her before looking back into her eyes.

The asar read that look and didn't wait for him to finish, surging forward, her hands landing on his chest, pushing him backward as she climbed over his knees with remarkable speed.

Before Skylor knew it, he was flat on his back, pinned down to the soft mattress by the reptilian alien, making him wonder how someone her size could feel as heavy as she felt straddling his belly.

Shet-He placed her small, powerful, clawed fingers deep into the fur of his chest, staring down into his eyes. The look on her face as she smiled, bearing her sharp, off-white teeth brought a feeling to the larger ferret, one that he felt so seldom in his very core, it felt nearly brand new each time he felt it.

He felt like he was meat. LIke he was prey and he was only moments away from some savage predator making the kill.

Trying his best to regain some small measure of control from his suddenly very predatory new friend, he slid his hands up her thighs to take hold of the plentiful and firm flesh of her ass. Digging his fingers into the globes and finding them indenting nicely under the pressure, causing Shet-He to moan and rock backwards into them, pushing just the head of his cock against the split between those bountiful cheeks.

The control was short lived, as the stout body atop of him shifted, her legs lifting her body up as she reached behind her. Fingers took hold of his cock and pushed, his head splitting her nethers, the spongy spear kissing tightly to her steaming hot entrance, until it popped around beneath her, staring back up at its owner.

Shet-He then settled down firmly on his cock, splitting her labia around it.

A low moan rolled up from Skylor's chest as the asar atop him rolled her hips, slowly dragging her wet flesh along the length of him. His fingers tightened on her rear as she leaned forward, placing her own hands firmly on his chest as she started her careful, dance like rhythm.

"So good," he heard the small female coo to him as she dropped more of her weight on top of him, leaning further forward, he could feel the hard nub of her clit as it travelled down, then back up his shaft.

The ferret shifted beneath her, his legs bending, without being aware he was even doing it, the pleasure coursing through his body putting him deeper into acting on instinct.

Shet-He lifted herself, allowing him to change his position, while maintaining as much pressure against him as she could, feeling her entire body tilting, her legs unfolding, more of her body weight being supported by the male beneath her.

The room soon filled with their moans, the wet sound of flesh on flesh, with the occasional guttural growl from Shet-He when her clit ground heavily along the rim of his head as she slid herself over him.

Precum drooled from the end, soaking the fur of Skylor's belly, coating the fine scales of Shet-He's pubic mound with every hard, tight grind she gave his cock. Her body shook atop him as she got herself closer, her legs having more and more difficulty supporting her weight.

"Fuuuck," Skylor moaned out, his mouth finally able to form words after the waves of pleasure the asar atop him kept pushing into him with her rolling hips.

"Yeah," Shet-He panted back to him, her mouth hanging open, long tongue rolling over her lip curves, wetting the scales as she pushed up, her claws leaving his fur, sitting back firmly on the ferret's pelvis. "Ready for more, big boy?"

Wearing the dopiest of grins, finding that he couldn't summon up more, he nodded up as he looked at the creature above him.

Hands fell on Skylor's wrists, removing his fingers from Shet-He's ass and thighs. She leaned down, bringing his hands with her to pin them against his chest, punctuating things with a kiss on his chin.

"Now, no touchie," she said, her voice husky and low, sending a shiver up Skylor's spine, "Let me do all the work, ok?"

She groaned as she pressed down on the ferret's wrists, using his trapped arms to give herself the leverage to lift herself up along his length, her tight flesh gripping and pulling on every feature of his cock, pulling flesh and plucking over the crests of his exposed veins. Once she'd pulled half of him free, she slowly dropped herself, using gravity to work herself back down until his head pressed tightly against her cervix.

Shet-He built a slow, methodical rhythm from her movements, sighing softly as she drug herself upward, grunting deep in her bountiful chest as she hilted him inside of her.

The ferret added to her music with groans and grunts, soft dooking when he felt her inner muscles squeeze just behind the crown of his head, guttural moans when she'd press the head of his cock against the entrance to her womb especially hard.

All the while, he flexed his fingers, dragging claws through his own fur, instinctually needing to grab something while the asar worked her small, skilled form over him. Her breasts bounced heavily, skin loose enough to give them the tiniest bit of extra movement as she began battering his thighs with her thick rear, adding more delightful sights to the sensory pleasures she was already giving him.

A growl rolled up from his chest as he tried lifting his hands once more, her fingers tightening on his wrists once more, a playful smirk turning up the corners of her muzzle as she rode.

Skylor smirked back as he shifted his legs, his footpaws lifting from the light carpet beside the bed they lay on, his ankles finding the bed frame to give him the smallest bit of advantage in his position. His hips began to move, taking advantage of the space between them as she reached the apex of her movements off of him, meeting her downward drop with a powerful thrust of his own.

Shet-He cooed, her voice rolling with a slight rumble from her throat at the first, head tilting back to call out her own pleasure to the ceiling as she felt the head of his cock collide with her cervix.

Their rhythm picked up, the elder asar riding with more gusto, the ferret beneath her meeting and matching her move for move, their voices echoing off the walls around them to enhance the wet slapping that was already stirring the room.

Both forms moved nearly in unison for several, long moments before Shet-He let go of Skylor's wrists, reaching up and cupping her breasts as she arched her back, her moans stretching until they were a stretched, low whine. Other hands moved, black furred fingers spread and enveloped her ass, claws digging in lightly as he kept her moving along the length of him, even as her inner muscles shuddered along his shaft.

Finally, with a gasp, the asar came, her flesh milking his own as her body shook above him, her whine becoming a cry that thundered against the still bare walls and greeted the big male's ears.

Skylor held her down on him, his knob pressed against the entrance of her womb as he let her ride out her pleasure, enjoying his own part of it ass her body tried to coax him into filling her with his essence. He held strong, but only barely, her muscles stronger than any he could remember in the heat of the moment.

As all things do, eventually her climax reached its crescendo, her breathing coming out in ragged pants, before her body fell against his own. Her arms reached upward, wrapping over his shoulders, her hands holding firmly to the black hair at the back of his head, her breath shaking as she nuzzled into the soft fur of his chest.

"Gods," she said with an airy breath, her eyes finally opening as she tilted her head and looked up at him, her smile weak but wide. "That felt so damn good..."

Skylor returned that smile, yellow eyes shining as he felt himself throb, sharing in her pleasure as he thoroughly enjoyed the show she'd put on, her cum leaking down along his length, further soaking the fur of his thighs and balls.

"Glad I could serve," he said, murring as he moved his fingers up from her ample rear, teasing at her thin whip-like tail, before holding her gently at the small of her back.

They lay there together, both of their hearts racing in the moment until finally both felt their bodies regain a beat of normal flow, with the occasional groan or gasp from the other when one would shift to find an ever more elusive spot of comfort in their position.

After what felt to them both like hours, Skylor shifted his hips and his cock slid through her taut lips, causing Shet-He to nearly purr.

"Did you not cum," she asked languidly, running her tiny claws through the ferret's hair then placing them on the bed beneath them to lift herself unsteadily.

"No," he said with a chuckle, gently gliding his clawtips over her skin as a bit of a tease.

Shet-He sat up at that, groaning as she impaled herself back onto him, before lifting her leg and rolling from his hips to lay beside his massive frame.

"No, no, that won't do," she said as she continued to roll, finally coming to rest on her back, staring up at the ceiling with a wicked grin. "I'm supposed to be doing for you as a thanks, and here I am reaping all the rewards for all your hard work."

Skylor smirked as he rolled to his side, his knees curling to pull his legs further onto her small bed, chuckling softly as he reached over to tease his finger pads along her belly. "Really, it's no trouble. FAR from it, in fact."

His fingers shifted slowly, moving upward along her body, until her teased the underside of her breast with the backs of his fingers, admiring the view of this small, alluring, sexual beast he found himself making the acquaintance of.

The asar shook her head at that, her hair tossing from behind her head and spreading on the sheets. "I can't have that, now I really owe you a proper thanks," she said as she smiled upward at him, her legs spreading with a knee gently nudging at his still swollen member. "Any ideas how I could better thank you for being such a kind neighbor?"

"I can think of a couple," Skylor said as he moved, pushing his body down and away, his knees dropping to the carpet, a turn of his form giving him a wondrous view of the swollen vulva he'd just moments before had been deep between.

His hands reached out for her, taking her hips firmly, and moving her dense form along the mattress until her short legs were on either side of his head. He cast his eyes upward, catching hers as his tongue rolled across his lower lip.

The ferret couldn't wait any longer, bending at the back and dipping his neck, giving her sex a gentle kiss before following it up with a swipe from his broad tongue, lingering slightly as he pressed it tightly against the lower curve of her lips, and again right before giving a flick across the shining flesh of her clit.

Shet-He moaned as she felt bolts of electricity run through her, his tongue sliding along and between, teasing her entrance, her hands moving once more on instinct to cup her slightly, sagging breasts, fingers teasing her rock hard nipples.

"Oh gods," she moaned, lifting her head and watching the massive muzzle between her legs, catching only glimpses of his tongue before it moved out of view to tease and play with her nethers in new and exciting ways.

He'd only met a few asar before in his travels, but he quickly found he had a taste for them, quite literally, her sticky cum mixed with the amounts of precum he'd leaked into her during her ride mixing to an almost sweet and salty flavor that pleased him, making him want a deeper taste.

His tongue curled, shifting her flesh just slightly, before he pushed it hard against her entrance, the tip moving like a living creature just inside of her, getting a fresh splash along his taste buds of their flavors directly from the source.

His words mumbled, but Shet-He smiled when she determined he had told her how much he liked the taste of her as his tongue pushed in deeper, causing her to deepen her moans of approval at his skill. Fingers tightened and twisted on her black nipples, pulling at them gently and stretching the flesh around them before she let's the tension pluck them from between smooth finger tips, repeating the action as she rode the ferret's skillful ministrations of her pussy.

She felt the heat building inside of her again, pleasure welling in her quickly after the heights she'd ridden to just moments before. As much as she wanted to give him what he seemed to be after, it wasn't exactly what she wanted to give him.

Her hands slid down, small claw tips slipping along his whiskers until she could gently coax his head upward by his cheeks.

"I'm close," she murred, locking eyes with him, her thumbs claws smoothing the dampened fur of his muzzle, "I wanna cum with you inside me again."

Skylor smiled at that and made a mental note that he had to get another taste of her if he could, before he pushed backward, pausing for a moment to give her small, clawed toes a kiss.

She watched him stand, towering over her, her form shifting as he joined her on the bed once more, his knees on either side of her hips, his long cock flopping heavily on her moans and leaking a steady stream of precum onto her skin. The view didn't last long as she watched that warm club of meat drag a sticky line downward, his fingers closing around it as it nearly fell between them.

They both moaned out loud as Skylor aimed himself and pushed forward, her flesh yielding to his, his head disappearing quickly between her tight, sticky vulva, threatening to pull them inward as he thrust forward until he was fully seated inside her depths.

"Fuck me," she growled when she felt him press against her cervix, her legs lifting and anchoring tightly on the ferret's hips to give him the most access she can give him. "Fuck me hard. I can take it."

A grunt was all the ferret gave as he reached down, taking hold of Shet-He's legs, using them for leverage as he started to drag himself back from within her warm flesh, pushing back inside of her completely the very second he felt his head threaten to fall from within her. He started slow, but the pace increased quickly, until his heavy, swinging nuts slapped heavily against her upturned rear with a steady, wet plapping sound.

"Harder," she groaned, tightening her grip on his hips with her ankles, pulling herself against him right at the end of each thrust. "Fuck me harder."

"Yes, ma'am," the ferret growled back, leaning forward and placing one hand down on the mattress beside her, rolling and pistoning his hips, adding more force to that of his legs, driving himself deeper inside of her. He pulled back a bit as he felt his head battering her insides, but her legs tightening and her ankles spurring into his hips let him know she liked it a bit rougher like he was giving, soon hammering himself into her depths.

"Like that, like that," Shet-He kept calling as he shook the bed with each thrust, the frame beating hard against the wall and adding to the rhythmic sounds they both made, filling the room once more with their music.

"Tight little pussy," Skylor growled down at her as he leaned forward, hunching over and covering nearly her entire, smaller frame. Instinct drove him as he felt a familiar, tingling feeling welling up inside of him, the skin of his scrotum drawing tighter, and he bit lightly onto one of Shet-He's bat-like ears.

The sounds in the room were a mixed, animalistic cacophony of wet slaps, panted nearly shrill voices, and deep, barrel chested growls as they both cascaded toward a crescendo to their rough mating.

Skylor released his mouth from Shet-He's ear and threw his head back, moaning out loudly as his shaft throbbed, his hips forcing forward and burying himself inside of the asar beneath him. The head of his cock filled, expanding within her body, his cock swelling before a gout of thick, hot cum surged up and out the very end to splash heavily against her cervix.

The sensations were too much for the asar as well, her claws digging deep into the ferret's fur and biting into the flesh of his chest, her legs clamping around his hips to hold him in deep, as she crashed into her own orgasm. She cried, her voice pitched up as she felt each throb from within, the hot flood inside of her, quickly overwhelming her petite form and leaking heavily from where they were joined.

Skylor bucked forward as jet after jet was drawn up, emptying himself completely with the aid of her powerful muscles milking him for every drop until his ball sack was a sticky mess of their combined juices, flowing out to strain the sheets and mattress beneath them.

They both shook, aftershocks of pleasure catching them both randomly as the euphoria faded. The ferret's arms were shaking, but he held himself firm above her until Shet-He grabbed him around his neck and pulled him down and pressed her lips tightly against his own.

He responded in kind as he laid down on top of her, his chest pressed tightly against hers, his tongue sliding over her lips before hers met his for a short dance.

Shet-He finally broke their kiss, chuckling softly as she cradled his head beside her own, running her fingers through his hair, comforting him as he came down from his high.

"I think I'm gonna like having you as a neighbor," she whispered into his ear, before running the tip of a very thin, but very dextrous, tongue along the curve of it.

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"I don't know about this," Skylor said as he stood at their neighbor's door, beside Girl who was just beaming her smile as if nothing was wrong. But the ferret knew, his footpaws shuffling on the carpet in the hallway, remembering what he'd done the last time he was in this apartment a week and a half ago.

"Oh don't be silly," Girl said, giggling as she reached over and tugged on Skylor's shirt sleeve, "you absolutely HAVE to meet the rest of the family, and what better way than a nice dinner? Shet-He's husband is just dying to meet you after you helped her out with her computer!"

"Yeah, I'll bet he is," Skylor said, rolling his eyes slowly, having picked up a touch of guilt after replaying what had happened. Several times. Often with his cock in his hand in the early mornings before bed.

It was made all the worse as she kept sending Girl home with extra portions of this or that, telling the sweet, simple amounda that the extra serving was specifically for him.

He wasn't going to complain about the food itself, quickly finding that asar flavors matched his pallet with their cuisine as well, but it didn't help with his feelings over the whole incident.

And now, here he was, dressed in some of his nicest, casual clothes, about to walk through the door and shake the hand of a man who's wife he'd just recently fucked to a couple of high end orgasms and filled to the brim with his own spunk.

Thoughts of just leaving entered and left his head as he stood there, Girl's knock on the door felt like hours ago, but any chance of escape left when the door slid open.

Standing there was Shet-He, wearing a lovely pair of very form fitting leggings and a shirt that showed off maybe a bit more than you would think for a casual dinner with friends. Her ear piercings glinted, she'd apparently changed out the chains that connected them with silver over what she was wearing before.

"Girl," the asar practically screamed as she rushed forward and took the larger female in a tight hug, "We're so glad you two accepted our invitation!"

It was admittedly a bit funny watching Girl lifted slightly off her feet by Shet-He, the excitement in their meeting almost making him forget that a very awkward evening was likely behind her in their apartment.

"And you," the asar said as she put Girl down and turned to face him, "I'm glad YOU came, too. You've been kinda scarce lately, huh?"

He had to admit he had been avoiding her, rather effectively, too, thanks to Girl blabbing their neighbors' daily routines down to what felt like the second. Partly because of the guilt he'd been feeling, but also because he knew damn well how attractive and exciting Shet-He was, and he wasn't sure he could control himself if she suggested anything to him if they were alone.

"Yeah," he said nervously, smiling a bit to try and disarm himself and the situation, "Work's kept me pretty busy, lately. Been nothing but that and sleeping, for the most part."

"Guess that means I might have to find a sitter and come down to your club, if I want a bit of your attention," Shet-He said, a brow cocked upward as she smiled a far too lewd smile at him, which destroyed all his efforts to try and comfort himself with basic small talk.

"Um, not sure about that," Skylor said, wondering how the hell he was the only one that felt like he was on his toes in this whole thing. How the hell he'd found himself on the backfoot here, he wasn't sure, but he was happy that Girl seemed blissfully unaware of anything wrong.

"I've been curious about it," Shet-He replied, reaching out and laying a hand on the back of Skylor's, fingers teasing through the fur. "Girl has told me so much about it, how could I not? But, that's for later. Come in, you two!"

Skylor waited for the shoe to drop, something to be said that no one could ignore, but dinner was actually really normal.

The meeting with Shet-He's husband, Mora, went really well. They discussed work, family, and both complemented Shet-He on the amazing dishes that she'd made for them all that evening. He even seemed to get along with their kid, Basha, even though he really didn't consider himself good with kids. That little boy seemed so interested in his fur and ears, it finally got to the point that Shet-He decided it was his bed time.

Soon, they retired to the living room, where Mora produced a rather unusual bottle and a couple of glasses, his dark blue fingers clutching them as if they were made of gold.

Shet-He and Girl decided to not partake, opting to check on Basha while the "boys" enjoyed an after dinner drink.

Mora said it was a drink from their homeworld, something Skylor tried to pronounce but continued to utterly butcher. It was strong, but not overbearing, almost tasting like lavender honey. It was easy for them both to have a few glasses in rapid succession, and Skylor was thankful that it quickly put him at more ease with this entire evening.

They joked for the few minutes it took to slam back their glasses, settled into a couple of chairs, when Mora turned in his to face Skylor a bit more directly.

"You fucked my wife," he said, causing the big ferret to sit bolt upright, in a room full of furniture meant for people half his size, he suddenly felt really small.

"Um, uh," was all the ferret could get out before Mora laughed and waved him off trying and failing to explain.

"You don't know much about Asarian culture, do you," Mora asked him as he reached across a small table that separated them, refilling Skylor glass.

"You've got me there," he said, suddenly awkwardly curious at the turn this had taken in just seconds. He took the refilled glass and took another sip, hoping to maintain his slight buzz after the whiplash he'd just taken trying to sober him up.

"We're very," Mora said, searching for a word for a moment before he continued, "open, I guess you could say. The Asar don't treat things like sex as anything sacred, forbidden, or something that shouldn't be shared. Back home, with good friends, we will happily take them to bed with us anytime the feeling is there to do so."

"You don't say," the big ferret said, taking another sip, wanting the smaller male to continue but feeling he had to say something in that moment, or risk fidgeting nervously in his seat.

"Ever with strangers, if someone does us a favor, it's not at all unknown to thank them for their kindness with a sexual display or act," Mora said, the smile never leaving his muzzle. "Like when Shet-He took you to bed for fixing her computer terminal. For you Terrans, that might be odd, but for us it's just... how we do things."

"So, you're not mad?"

"Absolutely not, I'm just glad that Shet-He didn't scare you off! I was a bit worried, when she told me about it, that you might think we were weird or deviants or something." Mora took a sip of his own drink, a bit heavier than Skylor had from his, before setting it down. Only then did the smile fail.

"It's happened before, both of us at fault at times, in other places. We do what comes naturally without considering local customs. We still keep to our ways, but I'm a bit more careful, I think, than Shet-He is."

"I'm sorry if there was anything I did on my part," Skylor started to say, but was waved off once more.

"No, I want to thank you for being so open to our ways and letting me explain," Mora said, picking up his glass and holding it up. Skylor saw what he was going for, hoping for a moment of kinship for them both in an awkward situation, picking his own up and tapping them together in a shining clink.

"No problem," Skylor said, his anxiety fading thanks to the talk and the libations. "What are neighbors for if not help and understanding, right?"

"I'm glad you said that," Mora said as he drank, setting his glass down and turning further, practically sitting up onto the arm of his chair, his voice nearly a whisper. "I have a bit of understanding to ask of you myself."

"Sure, anything, neighbor," Skylor said, putting his glass down and leaning in, sure that this might be guy talk he didn't want spread around.

"Shet-He told me about what happened. Every... single... detail. So," he said, his lip curling in a mischievous grin not that unlike his wife's, "I was wondering when I'd get a chance to see that thing you carry in action myself."

"Excuse me," Skylor said, happy that he had put his drink down, as he would have surely choked had he been drinking when he heard what Mora said.

"Busy on Sunday morning, Big Guy?"