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"So, Ketch," Kody said, chomping on some French fries. The off-white rabbit twiddled his grey-tipped ears, leaning back in the cushioned booth. "You ever go by Ketch?"

On the other side, the brown-and-white squirrel chewed a few more times before swallowing her bite of veggie burger. Veggie cheeseburger, technically. They were at Freddy's, a new fast food joint in the bigger town over from Sheridan, the rural farming community they were both from. There was a decent crowd, and the din of conversation required one to raise their voice a bit.

"I prefer Ketchy," the squirrel said. "That's what most people call me."

"Ketchy, huh? Cause it's catchy or something?" The rabbit laughed. "Get it?"

"Uh-huh," she replied, taking a sip of her chocolate milkshake.

"Ketchikan," he said, repeating her full name. He kept tripping over the pronunciation, hence desiring an alternative. "Pretty name. But too many word parts."

"You mean ... syllables?" Ketchy said, taking a bite out of an onion ring.

"That, too."

Kody wasn't the brightest bulb on the porch. Which was ironic, considering he was an electrician. But, then, being a handyman didn't require one to be an intellectual. What he did have was looks. He was a 'specimen,' as they liked to say. Perfect everything. Built like an athlete. Those legs! And that chest!

He probably looks like a god without a shirt on.

"Been a while since I've been on a second date with someone," Kody said. His was a nickname, too. His actual name was Kodiak. But he didn't like to be called that. Said it sounded 'stuffy.'

"I find that hard to believe."

"Nah, really. I get busy at work and then hangin' with the guys, you know?"

The squirrel's mouth was too full to respond.

"You know that bat of yours that hooked us up?"

Ketchy swallowed. "Addie?" she said, of Adelaide, her best friend and co-worker.

When Kody had been doing repair work on the library's electrical systems, Ketchy had shamelessly ogled him from across the room, between shelves, down aisles. Adelaide, knowing the squirrel wouldn't have the nerve to approach him herself, did it for her.

"She's really pink," Kody observed, inhaling the last of his fries.

"Yeah, that's her natural color."

"Cool." Sucking on a straw, getting the last of his cream soda, the rabbit blew out a breath and said, "So, anyways, Ketchy, we gotta talk about something ... "

Oh, no. Talk? About something? Am I being set up to be dumped? It all makes sense, now.

He wanted to be here during dinner hour. Not because he was hungry, but because there'd be more people around, make it harder for me to cause a scene, easier for him to make a quick exit. Probably why we're so close to the door.

That's rabbit bucks for you! Hopping in and out of beds and hearts. Only, we haven't been to bed yet. I'll never get a chance with one ...

Hey, didn't he drive me here? How am I going to get home?!

Guess I'll have to hitchhike.

God, how could I not have seen this coming ...

"I know we've only known each other for ... "

I bet it's something superficial. Like my fur color. He's into redheads. I knew it. Why does everyone think red squirrels are more attractive? Just because they look like delicious red velvet cupcakes. Big deal! If you ask me, brown is the new red. Maybe I can dye my pelt. I can tell him it's my natural color, that I was really dying my fur brown before. It just might work ...

"Really wanna screw you," Kody said.

"Huh?" It took a few seconds for his words to register. Ketchy's eyes widened. "Oh ... "

The squirrel looked around them to make sure they weren't being overheard. Rabbits had so few hang-ups. Obviously, rodents were a bit more self-conscious. If it weren't for us and our scruples, society would surely fall apart.

"You game?" Kody pressed.

"Roger that," she managed to squeak out.

Roger that? What decade were you raised in?

"You ever been with a rabbit before?" Kody wondered, dipping a claw into some kind of sauce packet. He brought it to his mouth and sucked it off.

Ketchy sat up straighter, fiddling with the remainder of her own meal. But her appetite was no longer for food. "No. I can't say that I have."

"Ah."

"Why?" she asked, leaning forward. "What's wrong?"

"Nothin'. Just don't wanna mess you up."

"Mess me up?" Ketchy echoed, frowning a bit. "What do you mean?"

"Well, us rabbits can be a pawful."

"Like ... " She lowered her voice. Her green eyes widened. "Cause of the size of your 'carrots'?"

"You mean dicks?" he said, giving her an odd look. "No, that's not the problem. Though mine's definitely above average." He flexed. "Not to brag or nothin'."

Ketchikan blushed beneath her fur. "Right ... "

"But we got big appetites, right? Not easily satisfied. Now, if you were a doe?" Kody waved a grey-tipped paw. "No prob. Wouldn't sweat it."

"But I am."

"Am what?"

"Am one."

"Don't sell yourself short! You're at least an eight," Kody assured. "But that's pretty much tops, cause nines and tens are reserved for movie stars and stuff. Like, dream level hook-ups."

"What? No, male and female squirrels are called bucks and does, too," Ketchy stressed.

Kody looked like his mind had been blown. "Huh ... "

"Yeah," Ketchy said slowly. "Regardless, I'm aware of your species' proclivities." Proclivities. Good one! That sounded smart. Being a librarian finally paid off. Cha-ching!

"Still, you don't know until you know, you know?" Kody countered with simple wisdom.

Ketchy tried to think about that one but it made her head hurt.

"Just think you should know what you're getting into. You're nice. Got a cool tail." He nodded, fiddling with the straw in his drink. "Well, cool as in 'hot'."

Ketchy blushed and fluffed it over her shoulder flirtatiously. "Thanks."

"Kinda thought you might be outta my league," Kody confessed, eyes following that fluffy appendage.

"Me?" Ketchy blinked.

Kody shrugged, looking directly at her and then down at the table. "You work in the library. You must be pretty smart, and, well ... I know what people think about me." He paused. "I hear things." He didn't say from who. The rabbit just flicked those tall ears again, raising his head. An easy smile returned to his face, masking whatever vulnerability had been there. "I don't want to scare you off."

"Scare me off?" She was aware she was just echoing everything he said at this point, but she'd been afraid this relationship might fizzle before it began. She didn't have a terrific track record of late. Or how about ever? She had a tendency to overwhelm people, to ramble incoherently. But Kody seemed relatively immune to her frenetic waves.

The squirrel's anxieties spilled out in a soft, giggling flood. "Hah. Kody. I'm ... like, I'm so flattered. Believe me, I want you. I like you, too!"

"So, we good to go?" The rabbit gave a thumbs-up.

"Definitely!" The squirrel dug into her milkshake again and joked, "Heh, there's no such thing as too much sex."

Kody licked his buckteeth, a hungry, mischievous look on his face.

Ketchy swallowed. "What ... ?"

The rabbit placed his paws flat on the tabletop, grinning widely and hunching forward. "Famous last words."

Kody, with a small grunt, pulled out of the squirrel and rolled over, grey ear-tips idly flicking against the wall. His bed had no headboard.

Ketchy, limbs like jelly, remained flat on her back beside him. Eyes glazed. She couldn't move. Literally. Had she ever felt such paralyzing pleasure?

After a moment, Kody nudged her with his elbow. "That was nice, huh?" the hunky rabbit said.

"Mm-hmm ... " The boy knew how to wield a penis.

"Didn't mean to hold back so much."

Ketchy blinked.

"You felt awesome," Kody continued, flashing an easy, bucktoothed smile. "If I was blindfolded and had a cold so I couldn't tell your scent? I might even think you were a doe!" He skipped a beat as he remembered their earlier conversation. "The rabbit kind, I mean."

"Thanks." Having one's pussy compared to another species might've been off-putting to some, but she knew that was high praise coming from him.

"You do make some weird noises, but they're kinda cute," Kody decided, folding his arms and clasping his paws behind his head.

"My chitters?" Ketchy said.

"I thought squirrels just squeaked and stuff, like mice."

"Well, I didn't know rabbits made as many sounds as you did. It was like a chamber orchestra in here!"

"Heh. Yeah. I guess ... " The rabbit unrolled the condom he'd been wearing and set it on wooden stand near his side of the bed.

Ketchy sensed vulnerability from Kody again. It was much clearer this time than in the restaurant. But, then, isn't everyone more vulnerable when they're naked? She could see his eyes darting, as if he was trying to think of something significant to say.

The rabbit stretched his legs, the toes on his big, impressive foot-paws wiggling. He placed his paws on his belly. Finally, he said, "Was I too loud?"

"Not at all," the squirrel assured. "I loved knowing you were excited. It made it even better for me."

"Okay ... "

Ketchy took a break from staring at his chest to look around the room. His room. At his place. She hadn't gotten a good look on the way in. He'd been pulling her clothes off at the time, not to mention nibbling on her neck, which was a particular weakness of hers.

He was clearly into sports. Pennants and signs decorated the walls. Local teams. Pacers, Indiana University. Movies and TV, too. Some sci-fi shows called 'Redwing.' It was very 'man cave-ish.'

"Never been with someone with such a big tail," Kody said. "I like feeling it against me."

The squirrel smiled, turning her attention back to him. He obviously had a 'thing' for her tail. He kept bringing it up. "Yeah?"

"Yeah," he said, sitting up and getting to his knees. He put a new condom on with record speed and reached for her hips, rolling the brown squirrel over onto her belly with minimal effort.

Ketchy squeaked, eyes widening in surprise. What ...

Wait, is he ... already? There's no way!

"So, maybe I mount you from behind this time?" he said, confirming her suspicions. "Have your tail against my chest and face? That'd be hot." He pulled her backside into the air and pushed her head to the sheets.

"Mmf," she went, one cheek on the bed.

He strummed her exposed whiskers with his thumbs. "You can handle it, right?" he asked, double-checking.

"Of course," she said.

_I can't back down now, not when we've just started! I told him I could keep up. As long as he makes me cum again, what's the harm? So, I'll be even more exhausted. So, what? I mean, it's almost bedtime anyway. _

"Good." The rabbit got to his knees behind her, both paws on her rump. His erection was rubbing against the outside of her sex.

Ketchy had never been with a guy who could reload this quickly. He didn't even seem winded!

"Ready?"

"When you are," Ketchy confirmed, bracing herself for the first--

Hump!

"Wow, you look rough," Adelaide said as Ketchy shuffled behind the central desk. It was the next morning, just before nine-o'clock. Their library shift today was nine-to-six today.

"You never pull your punches," the brown squirrel mumbled.

"That's cause I don't have paws," the pink bat said smartly, gesturing with her wing-arms.

"Mm," Ketchy went, clutching a mug of hot, caffeinated tea. 'Lemon pound cake' was the flavor. She slumped into a swivel chair, her tea sloshing about a bit. She blew on it and took a sip. Then looked aside at her tail. "Dammit."

That was the bad thing about having big, fluffy appendages. They required serious primp time to make socially presentable. She'd spent exactly zero minutes grooming it this morning, and it showed. I have a brush in my purse. I'll try to salvage myself later.

"Long night, I take it?" Adelaide continued, trying to pry the details out of her.

"About seven inches long," the squirrel quipped. She didn't mind telling Adelaide. They were best friends.

Adelaide looked confused at first. Then her purple eyes lit up. "Oh, you went all the way with Kody, huh?"

"Yup ... "

"Congrats!"

"Thanks," the squirrel said wearily.

"What's wrong?" Adelaide tilted her big-eared head. "Was it bad?"

"Not at all. It was great! It was ... yeah." Ketchy blew out a breath. "No, that's not the problem."

"Well, good! I think?"

"There's just ... " Ketchy trailed off, unsure how to explain this in a work-appropriate way. _ _

Adelaide leaned back against the main counter, looking both ways. No one around but them. She nodded for the squirrel to continue.

"There's so much of it! His stamina is unworldly. Now I know why they use a rabbit to hawk those batteries."

"How many times?" Adelaide pressed.

"Three? Four?"

The bat clicked her tongue.

Ketchy put her tea down and rubbed at both her cheeks, a subconscious rodent habit. "I think four? Yeah, between last night and this morning. I'm kinda sore, honestly." The squirrel shifted in her seat with slight discomfort.

The bat, seeing a few people come through the front door, pretended to be busy, scanning a cart of returned books back into the system so they could go back on the shelves. Adelaide generally scanned them, Ketchy restocked. On account of the squirrel having more fingers to grasp and reach when it came to higher shelves.

"Granted," Ketchy added, unbidden, leaning forward and looking up at her friend. "It's the intensity more than the duration. Just _full_throttle! And he's not even tired after! I mean, here I am, barely breathing cause the orgasm was so intense, and he's not got a strand of fur out of place."

Adelaide laughed.

"What's so funny?"

"Rodents. You're such little kinksters!"

"That's not even a word."

"You're totally into being rutted fast and hard by some brawny guy, taking everything he can give."

"Addie!" Ketchy tugged at the bat's shirt, trying to shut her up.

"Nothing wrong with that," Adelaide said, lowering her voice even more. To a library hush. "Everyone has kinks. From my experience, rodents just get weirdly sensitive about them."

"Right, I forgot you were an expert," Ketchy said dryly. "PhD in randy rodents. From what university again?"

"At least you aren't afraid to admit what you're into. The repressed ones? They require nudging." The bat showed her fangs. "On the upside, they're so pent up they go off like fireworks."

Ketchy leaned back in her chair. "You've got Field well-trained, haven't you?" she observed, of the bat's harvest mouse mate.

Adelaide winked.

The girls giggled loudly, drawing the confused stare of a chipmunk who'd come in to use the computers.

They piped back down.

Ketchy squinted at said chipmunk. Chipmunks. Who did they think they were? She'd met a chipmunk once who referred to themselves as a 'ground squirrel.' The nerve.

"You waging a 'squirrel vs. chipmunk' war again?" Adelaide guessed, noticing the look.

"They think they're so cute."

"They sorta are." Adelaide had dated a chipmunk once, before meeting Field. He'd been a bit too hyper for the bat.

"But they don't have to be so smug about it," Ketchy grumbled.

"I thought rodents were all on the same side. 'Prey pride' and all that," Adelaide said. She knew from being around Field's family that mice and rats had their ... differences. But it was very much a sibling rivalry in some ways.

"That's just a slogan companies use to sell stuff. I don't fall for it."

"You know what I think?"

"Don't care," Ketchy replied, crossing her arms.

"You're awfully grumpy for someone who's been laid _four_times in the past twenty-four hours."

"It's a lot of pressure trying to match a rabbit's libido!" The squirrel's whiskers twitched. "I want to be good enough for him ... "

"You're good enough for anyone."

"Says who?" Ketchy challenged.

"Says me."

"You could be lying to spare my feelings," the squirrel said, blushing beneath her fur.

"Like you said, I don't pull my punches. I say what I mean. You'll be fine," Adelaide promised. "And, look, if Kody's overwhelming you, just tell him. I'm sure he'll understand. He seems like a nice guy." The bat would've have set them up together if she'd suspected otherwise.

"He is."

"Well, there you go! If you can't meet all his needs, he can take care of the rest himself. I'm sure he's used to that."

"I know," Ketchy stressed.

"But?"

"There's something vulnerable about him. Like, I know his libido is genuine? But I get the feeling that he's worried all people want him for is sex. So, he doubles down on it. Maybe he's trying to prove he can satisfy me just as much as I'm trying to prove I can satisfy him." The squirrel's whiskers twitched as she stumbled upon the revelation. "We're just going to screw until one of us breaks ... "

"I feel like there might be worse problems to have, Ketchy," the bat replied.

Ketchy rolled her eyes. "Is that the moral of the story?" Standing up, she waited for Adelaide to scan a few more books before loading a big pile onto a rolling cart. "If you hear screams, assume I've been buried in a book avalanche."

"Now, now, you know you can't scream in here. Just whisper very loudly." Adelaide's ear-dishes pitched to and fro. "I'll hear ya."

"And that part where that harvest mouse wielded a gold lightsaber with her tail?" Kody said, nearly hyperventilating. "That should win an Oscar."

"In what category?" Ketchy asked, trying not to laugh as his fanboy behavior.

"Best Picture!" the rabbit said, as if that were obvious. "I mean, if it doesn't, they've got no credibility left."

"High praise."

Kody flicked the turn signal on, checked his mirrors, and changed lanes, slowing for a stoplight. He finally took a breath. "What'd you think of it?"

"It was ... fun," the squirrel decided diplomatically.

It was Friday night, and she and Kody had just gotten out of the movies. They'd seen the latest space epic. She didn't know what installment it was. She'd seen most of the others, but she wasn't a diehard fan or anything.

"That all?" the rabbit asked.

"The acting was good. And the music, I guess."

"And?"

"And what?" Ketchy was afraid if she said it was 'mindless entertainment' that he would take it as a slight against him. The rabbit's typical fare seemed to be action and adventure, particularly anything with fights and explosions.

"And," the rabbit emphasized, "it could've used a few sex scenes!"

"Ah." Of course.

Kody glanced in his rearview mirror as someone accelerated past them like one of the ships from the movie. He frowned. "I'm going the speed limit ... "

"Don't worry about it," Ketchy said. "We're in no hurry." She was off tomorrow. The library had limited hours on the weekends. Part-timers did those shifts.

"That Rebel jackrabbit totally wanted to bang that bounty hunter rat, right? And I know the rat was up for it. They usually are."

Ketchy looked to him when he said this. What did he know about rats? Pushing it aside, she tried logic on him, "Adult content would've hurt the box office. Kept families away. A movie this big, they're not going to limit their potential reach. It had to be PG-13."

"The old ones used to have romance in them," Kody said.

"But not nudity."

"It's the modern age, now."

"Where would they have even gone?" Ketchy asked.

"Where they usually go," the rabbit said matter-of-factly.

Ketchy blinked, not understanding. Then after a moment she got it and slapped at Kody's arms. "Not their genitals!" She barked out a laugh. "The sex scenes. You can't just randomly interrupt stories to get characters in each other's pants." The plot was convoluted enough as it was.

"Why not?"

"Well ... because," she said. "It's lazy."

"Why?"

"Because it is."

"Is there a law against it?" Kody asked.

Ketchy's whiskers twitched. It was hard to argue with someone who didn't have any grasp on nuance. "No, but--"

"If it makes the movie even more awesome, then I don't see the problem," the rabbit said, steering off the highway and taking a side road into the countryside, heading toward Sheridan. They were going to stay at her place, tonight. She lived a mile outside of town. "You can't tell me that mouse and otter weren't into each other."

Ketchy replied, "According to you, everyone in the movie was into everyone else. You know what you are?"

"What?" Kody asked.

"A shipper."

"What's that?"

"Someone who roots for characters to be in romantic relationships."

"Sounds pretty wholesome to me."

The squirrel opened her maw and shut it. "Mm." She looked out the window. She had to admit he had a point, even if he was only making it because he was perpetually horny. "So, Kody ... "

"Yeah?"

"How can a movie win Best Picture without even a kiss in it?" Ketchy asked lightly, turning his original reaction back on him.

His nose sniffed. He chuckled and relented, "Fine. This one will just have to settle for FX."

"Don't worry," Ketchy teased. "Who knows? They might kiss in the next one."

Kody's eyes lit up. "Can you imagine if they fucked and fought with the lightsabers ... at the same time?"

Ketchy panted for breath, arms raised. The squirrel was pinned against the wall in the hallway connecting her living room and bedroom. Kody peeled her shirt off. Bra, too. The squirrel's off-white breasts fell into gravity's grasp. And from there? Straight into Kody's.

The rabbit grabbed, squeezed, fondled, and caressed them. "You've got good breasts," he whispered.

Internally, the squirrel wondered what criteria the buck was grading them on. What did he mean by 'good?' Was there a level above that? Why weren't they 'great?' But the way he rubbed and teased her nipples made her stop caring.

Oh, that feels nice.

Kody soon bent down to kiss each tit. Kiss them, lick them, suck on them. If it could be done, he did it. His strong paws grabbed her hips and lifted her just a tad, a few inches, so that her tiptoes were barely touching the ground, as if to show off just how strong he was.

Ketchy desperately fumbled for the rabbit's shirt, tugging, yanking, pulling.

Kody set her down and raised his arms, helping her out. He twisted his tall-eared head, and the shirt was off, somewhere on the floor.

Those broad shoulders, that perfect chest! You could tell he worked out. So strong and muscular, covered in soft, silky fur. Linen-white with underlying hints of grey, that blossomed into full saturation on his extremities.

Kody, a few inches taller, looked down at her with a melt-inducing lust. He casually undid his belt, popped open his jeans, unzipped them. And with a hard shimmy, they fell to his knees.

Ketchy's eyes were pulled southward by the gravity of his loins.

Bulge. Big bulge! Oh, boy.

Kody was fully, fiercely erect, and his boxer-briefs left little to the imagination. His penis, well out of its sheath, stretched the cotton fabric. There was a little damp circle from the pre he was leaking.

Ketchy wriggled and flailed, getting all the way nude.

The white rabbit did the same.

Naked, Ketchy bent and lifted a leg, hooking it around his hip. Paws moving to Kody's shoulders, the squirrel jumped up to get her other leg around him, too.

Kody caught her, pinning her in place with his weight. He was going to fuck the squirrel standing up. Here, now. In the middle of the house, with the lights on. The bed was just a few paces and a doorway away, but neither of them could spare the patience to get there.

Kody got right to it.

Ketchy moaned when he penetrated her. He wasn't wearing protection this time. No barrier. They were no longer 'fooling around.' This was getting serious. She shivered hotly. Raw, thick, long. He gave it to her. Her slick, hot walls surrounded his masculine flesh.

The rabbit plunged to a hilt, grinding a few times before pulling back and thrusting more powerfully. His impossibly fit legs, those big, hopping foot-paws, gave him such leverage. His stance widened a bit, and he began to drill the squirrel.

She gasped, head lolling aside, brown-furred back sliding up the wall with each impact. Her tail fluffed and flailed.

He settled into an unbroken rhythm, hips motoring, face scrunched up in the cutest form of concentration. Kody rarely talked during sex. Just mewed, huffed, and grunted. And now purred, apparently. Grinding his teeth together, the rabbit made a soft, purring sound.

One arm around his neck, Ketchy slipped the other between them to rub at her clitoris.

Kody's balls audibly slapped against her, each thrust slick and squelching.

I want him to cum in me.

She wanted it more than anything.

Just thinking about it brought her closer to the edge. "Oh ... oh, Kody," she cried, both arms around his neck as she felt her walls flutter and then clench, besieged by blissful, muscular spasms. "Oh!" Her buckteeth jutted, maw falling open as she gaped incredulously. Is this what it feels like to get struck by lightning? She writhed between the hot, humping buck and the wall.

"Gah, ah, ah," Kody huffed, hammering home to a hilt and staying there. He slumped against her, ears and whiskers twitching with each ejaculation, painting her walls, flooding her womb. He must've spurted five or six times. "Ah, yeahhh," he sighed against the squirrel's cheek.

Ketchy was shaking in the best possible way.

Neither said anything for a moment. The buck just nuzzled at her face with his sniffy nose, and she clung to him.

Eventually, Kody pulled out of her. A drippy mess trickled out in his absence.

"Sorry about the carpet," the rabbit said, looking down.

"It's stain-proof," was all Ketchy said. It's supposed to be, anyway. I guess I'll find out later.

"Heh, can you make it to the bathroom? We should probably shower," Kody said.

"Um ... yeah," Ketchy said uncertainly, unhooking her legs from his hips and planting both foot-paws on the floor. "I think so? Kinda dizzy."

"Use me to lean on," the rabbit suggested tenderly, voice soft.

Ketchy did so.

Kody, guiding her into the bathroom, turned on the light and then shower, letting the water get steamy before stepping behind the translucent, blue curtain. Ketchy joined him with a sigh, the water instantly soaking into her fur, weighing her down.

"You're amazing," Ketchy breathed as she leaned against the taller rabbit.

"Nah, you are," he deflected simply, water streaming off his whiskers.

Ketchy smiled, about to say something gushy when she felt something against her thigh. Something long. And thick. And hard.

"What ... " She looked down, eyes boggling.

"I think I got one more in me," Kody confirmed boyishly.

"Are you serious?!" Why was she even asking that? Of course he was. _ _

"I'll make it quick," the rabbit promised, turning the squirrel around and bending her over.

"Kody, I'm exhausted!" she said incredulously, arms extending to catch herself against the wall.

"Fatigue's something' you gotta thrust through."

"Did you read that on a fortune cookie?" she asked.

The buck began rubbing himself against her wet, bushy tail. His affections for it were becoming increasingly direct.

I'm going to need to groom it a lot if we stay together, aren't I?

Ketchy wiggled out of his grasp, turning around. The shower rained directedly on her head. She had to lift a paw to shield her eyes from the water. "Can't it wait a while? How about before we go to bed? Hmm? We'll be laying down, all comfy, all nice and dry."

"That's a long wait, though," he said, almost pouting.

"You can't control yourself for two hours? Come on."

The rabbit shrugged. "You make me extra horny."

Ketchy flushed hotly. "I appreciate the flattery ... "

"But?" Kody asked, sensing there was more.

Ketchy sighed, exchanging a look with Kody.

"You giving up then? I win?" he declared.

"That's not what I'm saying!" she defended, even though it sorta was.

"No shame in it, Ketchy. Who could've known that I'd be too much for you? Oh, that's right! Me."

Smiling, Ketchy harmlessly slugged Kody's arm before giving him a wet, surrendering hug. "I just need more time to catch my breath than you do."

"Oh, is that all," the rabbit teased, rubbing her back as she talked.

"Sometimes, the only thing I want is for you to fuck me silly. Believe me."

"Awesome."

"But, other times ... " She trailed off again.

"I can pick up the slack. My paws are used to it," Kody confessed. "No big deal."

"Really?" Ketchy looked up into his blue-grey eyes. "You're not disappointed, then?"

"Nah." He grinned, touching his nose to hers. "Like I said, I warned ya, didn't I?"

"You did," Ketchy whispered.

They swayed together in the shower, soaked through, steam billowing around them.

After a moment, the squirrel said, "Stamina's great and all, Kody, but we're going to have to put you through some _serious_agility training."

"What do you mean?" he asked, ears tilting in confusion.

"Us squirrels are well-known acrobats. There are hundreds of positions out there! You're only using a fraction of your potential."

"Hundreds?" the rabbit echoed, eyes getting wider.

"Don't worry," she murmured with a bucktoothed grin. "I'll go easy on you."

The rabbit chuckled and touched his nose to hers, their whiskers brushing. "Guess what, squirrelly," he cooed, cupping her rump in his paws.

"Mm?" Ketchy went, eyes closed. Her angular ears flicked.

"I 'ship' you and me." He nuzzled her cheek to hers. "Could you tell?"

Ketchy's paws gripped his rump, too, fingers straying into his bobtail fluff. Eventually, she replied, "I had an inkling ... "

"What's an inkling?" the buck asked.

"It's that feeling a girl gets when she's falling in love," she confessed quietly.

At this, Kody, put a paw under her chin and tilted it up, leaning down to lock lips in a deep, tender kiss.

Ketchy chittered.

Maybe they didn't have much in common. And maybe they weren't always on the same mental wavelength. But Ketchy couldn't recall anyone pushing her buttons like Kody did. It made no rational sense, but the squirrel couldn't deny how utterly invigorating it was. Not only to feel it--that raw, senseless arousal--but to surrender to it, to have it fulfilled. It scratched some deep, primal itch which overrode all the logic centers of her brain.

He's the one.

And nothing was going to keep them apart.