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The situation didn't become entirely real to me until the elevator doors closed, obfuscating the cavernous, palatial lobby of the posh hotel. The small pink hedgehog's decidedly large hand tightened its grip around my own, her big, expressive eyes meeting my own. A small, admittedly cute smile dominated her face as she finally broke the silence, the first words she'd spoken since we left the bar.

"You can still back out if you really want to. I'll be disappointed, but I won't be offended."

I took a deep, but unsteady, breath, shaking my head slowly. "No, I want to do this. I won't lie, I wasn't sure about that until just now, but I want to." Her soft, kind smile widened a bit, her grip on my hand tightening that little bit more.

"Well, that proves you have more sense than a certain someone I know!"

At that point, my mind was swimming from an excess of alcohol and the sheer surreal nature of everything going on. I don't think I had the coherence of the time to realize that, even if I wanted to back down, the sociological ramifications were set in stone. At least 50 people, including the three ass holes I called friends, had seen me leave with her, hand-in-hand, little about our intentions left to the imagination.

As I recount this, I can't stop thinking about the fact that surely what happened last night has happened before. For all of modern history, countless centuries now, humans and Mobians have lived side-by-side, sharing cities, working together in business and government, calling one another "friend." In all of that time, with our lives so closely intertwined, how could it possibly be that tonight was the first night that our two kinds would share a bed? And yet, aside from this tale, such encounters have always been relegated to erotically-charged fiction - fiction that I now know to be woefully inaccurate at that.

Of all the people who could find themselves in such a situation, I had to be the least likely. It wasn't that I wholeheartedly hated the Mobian race, I don't really think I have room in my heart for true hatred in all honesty. But, having grown up in a small island town populated almost entirely by humans, Mobians were a somewhat novel thing in my everyday life after I left culinary school.

Now, after my recent experience, I lament even more the fact that their race was first represented to me by Chef Andrea and her staff at the kitchen where I work as an assistant chef. That fat cat is the epitome of a tyrannical, domineering, egotistical and dramatic chef. Whenever something goes wrong in that kitchen, you can bet that it's my fault, especially when it isn't. Equally reliable is any of her otherwise Mobian staff second-guessing me, despite my position of authority over them as her assistant.

As thoughts of that mean-spirited feline once more rambled through my mind, I looked down again at the sweet girl sharing the elevator with me, soon to share more than that. If ever there was a prime example of the range of personalities Mobians could have, Andrea and Amy marked the diametrically-opposed ends of it. Where Andrea, while probably not unattractive, was a chunky, bitter-looking woman whose femininity started and stopped with her fake eyelashes, Amy was kind, vivacious and soft.

Would I see this, though, the next day, when I awoke next to her sober, things done that could not be undone? I couldn't be certain at the time, but the answer was "yes."

As the elevator came to a stop at the penthouse floor of the prestigious hotel, my mind once more went over the events of the past few hours, perhaps desperate to rationalize how I had found myself in the situation, perhaps in search of proof that it was real.

Every day that I worked was a bad day, given the bigotry of Andrea and her staff. Of course, like any self-respecting culinary student, my dream was to open my own successful, respected restaurant one day. However, given the poor financial capabilities of my family, I had long accepted that I would be spending many years under the thumb of despots like Andrea before I could even begin to save the money that would require.

Yesterday had been an exceptionally bad day, even by my standards. A large conference was being held in the city, one that brought in world leaders from far and wide, as well as a few rather poignant celebrities, all to discuss the ongoing threat represented by that exiled mad scientist. With these world leaders came their staff, their support, and legions of onlookers hoping to catch a glimpse of the famous Sonic the Hedgehog and his friends. Our restaurant was overloaded from breakfast to dinner and beyond.

So stressful was the day that I wasn't the sole lightning rod for Andrea's ire for once. Granted, I still bore the main brunt, as is to be expected at this point, but no one managed to escape her crosshairs before the day came to an end.

Mercifully, it was the end of my work week, and I would have a couple of days away from the queen mother of evil bosses, and it was the time of week to once more meet with my lovable if idiotic friends, Johnny, Mark, and Todd. We had little in common, the four of us. Mark was a trust fund baby, a lucky bastard who would never have to work a day in his life, coming from very old and seemingly infinite family money.

Todd, the most reserved of us all, worked as a teacher's assistant at the local university, with aspirations to receive a professorship one day. And then, well, it depended on who you asked what Johnny did, especially if you had a badge.

I had already bored them, once again, with my intoxicated moaning over my predicament. It happened every week, at least a little, and I knew they were sick of hearing it, but to whom else could I bare my soul? I had no family left, I hadn't been in the city long enough to cultivate any extensive relationships yet, and my coworkers, well we've established where they and I stand.

"You still with me, handsome?" I was pulled away from my train of thought as Amy led me down the hallway, stopping in front of a set of double, ornate wooden doors. I blinked, looking around.

"I'm sorry, I think I'm still just trying to catch up with everything." I laughed awkwardly, putting on my best smile. "It'd been a hell of a day before I even met you." She smiled and nodded as she slid the magnetic key into the lock.

"Yeah, I know how it is. I kind of feel the same way, nothing like the man you love humiliating you in front of the press, you know?" I certainly didn't know how that felt, for a host of reasons, but I nodded the affirmative anyhow. "I have to make a couple phone calls before we get too distracted. Make yourself comfortable, and finish sorting those thoughts out, big guy." She winked, a wry smirk on her face. " I'm going to need all of your attention shortly." She opened the doors to the biggest damned hotel room I have ever seen in all of my days.

It was bigger than the entire house I had grown up in. Travertine floors, marble walls and alabaster, plastered ceilings made it look more like the ancient temples of Apotos than anything. The motif was broken only by the wall-sized windows immediately across from the doors, windows revealing a vast, luminous cityscape. It was hard to tell where the stars ended and the city lights began, the illusion ruined only by the animated signage on various airships that drifted lazily through the sky.

"You're lucky, Daniel. I bet you see views like this all the time, living in a city like this." She sighed, squeezing my hand a little tighter as she stood by my side. She wasn't entirely wrong, I did see vistas like this often enough, though certainly not from my own lousy little shoebox of an apartment on the other end of town. Certainly not through windows like these, either. I found myself backing slightly away, an ersatz sense of vertigo threatening to overwhelm me, my intoxicated state doing little to inhibit it. "Well, I'll be back in a few minutes. Make yourself at home." She gave my hand an extra-firm squeeze before releasing it and walking, rather gracefully considering how much she had to drink, down the hall into the bedroom. As I heard the door shut, my mind returned once more to the events leading up to this predicament.

I had indeed annoyed my friends more than usual in my diatribe about how miserable I was working with Andrea. All attempts to fill me full of significant quantities of beer to silence me had only made it worse. It was, in fact, Todd who was on the absolute verge of detonation when the entire bar went silent. The small pink hedgehog walked in, and without looking at anyone, marched to a distant table in the corner, and plopped down, a very sour look on her face.

The hush struck me as immediately odd, sufficiently so to pull me out of myself-loathing for a scant moment. It wasn't as if a Mobian walking in there was unusual, not in the slightest. There were already several in there, and two of the bartenders were in fact Mobians as well.

"Is that her?" It was Johnny, and awed hush about his voice. "It is. That's totally her."

"It's who?" Mark gave me a sideways glance, as if to say "I can't with this guy".

"That's Amy. You know, the Amy that travels around with Sonic. Helped him a couple years ago with the Chaos incident."

I took a second look at her, just in time to see her empty the entirety of a large wine glass in a single gulp. In spite of the vast quantities of ethanol saturating my brain cells, I recognized that face at last. It most certainly was her. That was an incident that would linger in the minds of everyone for a long time to come. It was that incident that had, at long last, proven to the various nations of the world that their petty squabbles were downright stupid. Out there, in the less-explored wilderness, there lurked ancient and great perils, perils waiting to be awakened by avaricious madmen like the now-infamous Ivo Robotnik.

It was an incident that many, including Mark, cited as an excellent excuse for the world governments to impinge further on freedoms and privacy, and he wasn't entirely wrong about that. It struck a personal chord for me, because mere months before the incident, I had graduated from culinary school, and had been faced with two job opportunities, the one with Andrea, and a lesser-paying position at a resort in Station Square itself. Had I chosen wrongly, I could have been counted among the dead in that incident.

"I wonder what she's doing here. And without her boyfriend?" This sort of celebrity gossip was very unlike Todd, causing the three of us to look at him rather incredulously, all of us at a loss for words, except, as usual, Mark.

"Sonic isn't her boyfriend, I don't think. I think they're just friends", Mark replied with a shrug.

"Mobians don't really have relationships like that." I had to interject. As un-admittedly bigoted as I had become against Mobians due to my work experience, same said work experience meant I heard a lot of uncensored conversations among their kind, more than most.

"They don't?" Mark glanced over at the bartender, signaling him to come over. "Wally, can I ask you something?" The young fox nodded, clearly tired from a long night himself, only paying a portion of attention as he continued to dry the glass in his hand. "Danny boy here says that Mobians don't have traditional relationships like humans do. You know, boyfriend and girlfriend, husband and wife, that kind of shit. Is that true?"

"Mark, for the love of the gods..." The exasperation which I had cultivated in Todd had found a new target, to which I felt a little relieved.

"Er, well, most of us don't..." Wally continued to fixate on the glass in his hands, though now clearly out of some form of bashfulness. "I mean, some do, but it's a thing we picked up from humans." He stole a glance in Amy's direction. "Usually only, you know, like when we are working in government or some other position where we need humans to understand our relationships with each other."

"You'll have to excuse him, he suffers from an unfortunate disease we call utter stupidity..." I replied, taking another long pull from my rapidly-diminishing pint of ale. Wally simply shrugged, shuffling off to do other things.

"I wonder how, you know, sex lives work with them then? Do they like, just bang whoever?" That wasn't Mark, surprisingly, but it wasn't much more surprising to hear out of Johnny.

"Actually, yeah, that's more or less how it works with them." I shrugged, polishing off my drink.

"Have you banged one of them?" Mark punctuated the obviously stupid question with a sharp jab from his elbow. "I bet you have, you sly dog. You complain all the time about your evil Mobian boss, and you two are probably running off to the supply closet every chance you get, aren't you?"

I rolled my eyes, deigning not to dignify that with a response.

"Has anyone ever done that actually? You'd think so. I've never seen it in porn though, and you see everything in porn." Johnny rubbed his chin quizzically, eyeballing Todd, Mark and I, clearly not willing to let this inappropriate topic die.

"I'm sure someone has, they probably just didn't want anyone to know about it. Maybe weird, rich people from both sides have underground clubs where they do stuff like that. Wouldn't be surprised." Mark grinned, signaling Wally to bring us another round.

"We aren't interested in joining your weird underground sex club, you rich ass hole." Johnny deliberately gave Wally a mischievous grin as he took his beer, eliciting a rather confused expression from the fox. He quickly excused himself again, clearly wanting no part in whatever the hell we were talking about.

"Well, they have the same parts, right? I mean, we've all seen the porn movies they make with each other."

"I haven't!" Todd gave Mark a disgusted look.

"Oh horse shit. We've all looked." He wasn't wrong, it was kind of an unspoken thing, a curiosity that all humans, at one point or another, had to satisfy. What did Mobians look like naked? They were far less shy, as a species, than humans, it wasn't like finding recordings of them doing their thing were at all hard to come by.

"I don't think it has anything to do with parts. I think originally, the fact that we wouldn't be able to produce offspring just meant that neither side bothered to try, and they just kind of became an unspoken taboo, that's the one thing we don't do together." I had to open my mouth. The three of them looked at me, a mix of confusion, incredulity and, in Mark's case, incorrigibility.

"Somebody's given this a lot of thought. Well, thousands of years ago, it was considered taboo for people of different skin colors to sleep together. It took a couple horny, adventurous people to break that trend. Why don't you go talk to that girl, and maybe break a new one, Danny boy?"

I sighed, the mix of alcohol and the day's fatigue finally taking a real toll on me. "Mark, dude, I love you like a brother, but I really can't handle this today."

"Seriously. I bet if a Mobian and a human did that, and were super public about it, after a little while, lots more people would do it, and it'd be normal."

"Why is that necessary, Mark? We need to work together, we need to build cities together, but we really don't need to sleep together. What would be the point?", Todd retorted, his exasperation matching my own.

"Ask my uncle and his boyfriend that question." Mark's voice was more deadpan than usual.

I said nothing to that, and neither did the other two. Admittedly, he kind of had a point there, but not one that any of us wanted to touch.

"Well, it doesn't matter. Ain't no way in hell you have enough game to get her in bed, Mark." I mentally thanked Johnny, as I was sure that would be the end of it.

"Maybe not, but I'm not the one who's around Mobians all day, now am I?" Mark put his hand on my shoulder, shaking me quite obnoxiously hard. "Danny boy here is alone with them in that kitchen all day. I bet he could get her out of that little red dress without any trouble." It just wasn't going to stop.

"Just stop, Mark. You want me to be honest with you? This is going to make me sound like absolute shit, but I generally don't like them. The ones I actually spend any time around treat me like absolute garbage because I'm not one of them. Why in hell would I be interested in sleeping with them even if that was considered a normal thing to do?" I regretted most of what I said the moment it left my mouth. I flinched, looking up hoping to the gods that Wally wasn't nearby. He mercifully was, so I thought, out of earshot, bringing Amy yet more wine. I took a deep breath, a long swig of my beer, and then looked over at my friends. While they did look slightly uncomfortable, they didn't look nearly as much so as I expected. I suppose my sentiment hadn't surprised them, given my many beer-soaked lamentations about work.

"Yeah... I think it's time for me to do something useful with some of my money for once." Mark pulled his phone out of his pocket, tapping away at the screen, before looking over at me. "I am giving you the money to start that stupid restaurant. Don't even try to talk back. We're all tired of you complaining, we all know what a fantastic cook you are, and I think you're heading down a rather dark path given what you just said."

I could only blink, the words that came out of his mouth being alien and impossible for me to initially parse.

"So, I have two rules. One, once you open the restaurant, I can have the best table in the house whenever I want, for dates. If someone else's already reserved it, you're bumping them, and I'm not paying, brother." This earned an overly dramatic groan from Todd. "Second, you have to walk over there and ask her out. She doesn't have to say yes, but you have to go do it."

I continued to blink for a moment, before rolling my eyes, huffing and polishing off the remainder of my beer. "And with that stupid joke, I think I'm going to call it a night, guys. Sorry if what I said made anyone uncomfortable." I made a point to look them in the eyes. "Maybe I should start looking for a new position somewhere else tomorrow..."

As I shifted to get to my feet, however, my phone went off. I pulled it from my pocket, glaring at the screen, fully expecting it to be one last toxic insult, via SMS, from Andrea. Certainly, it wouldn't be the first time she had done that. What greeted me, instead, was a notification from my bank, telling me that three quarters of a million had been deposited in my account. I dropped the phone, my ears instantly ringing, the blood leaving my head. I looked at Mark, my jaw slack.

"Wasn't a joke, Danny boy. I've been wanting to give you that money for a long time, but I knew that you would never accept it." More of that uncharacteristically even-toned voice from him. "Well, maybe you will accept it if you have to earn it by entertaining me, and by learning an important lesson."

"Of course, this would be the one time he would be serious in his entire life..." Todd interjected, rubbing his temples. "But he has a point, Daniel. I don't think the overcoming of a sexual taboo with Mobians is it all necessary." His fingers massaged the bridge of his nose, a mandatory action on his part when discussing something he found absurd. "But I also don't think that the racist attitude you're developing towards them is healthy either." He glanced in Mark's direction, making the faintest shadow of a nod. "And, I'm tired of you wallowing in your misery too. I want you to be happy for once. I don't see the harm in this, it's not like she's going to take you up on the offer. She's just going to tell you to fuck off, she doesn't look like she's in a great mood anyhow. I say do it."

"See? Even Prof. Stick-up-the ass agrees with me!"

I looked to Johnny, begging for somebody to bring some sort of rationality and normality to this conversation. None of this felt it all real.

"Don't look at me, dude."

"I can't accept your money, Mark. You were right, I can't. And I am certainly not going to go make a fool of myself and harass some random Mobian girl." Immediately, something deep within me screamed in rage against my own stubbornness.

"Oh? But you don't like them, remember? Why would you care if you bothered her? You must not want that restaurant if you aren't willing to go do one little, slightly embarrassing and inappropriate thing to get it a lot sooner. Fine, you can send the money back to me tomorrow if that's how you feel. But you won't be having drinks with us anymore and complaining about your lot in life if that's the case. Coward."

I'm not entirely sure how close I actually came to punching Mark, or exactly which aspect of what he said pushed me that close. But, thank the gods, that deep inner voice, raging at my kneejerk rejection of an escape from my living hell, drowned out that most toxic of masculine reactions.

I got to my feet, picketing my phone, putting on my best determined face.Immediately, my body made me aware of just how much I'd had to drink, as I very nearly fell right back over. "Fine. I'll go do it. And when she asks just what the hell I'm thinking, I will tell her that you put me up to it, Mark. They are very strong, you know... She will kick your ass. And then who's entertaining who for that money?"

With that, I said not another word to them, walking in as straight a line as my drunken body could muster, over to where Amy sat.

By that point, Amy seemed rather inebriated. The sour glare that'd dominated her face when she entered had dissolved to a dopey, unfocused and blank expression. She was clearly having a less than pleasant day. That seemed to be going around. She wasn't particularly interested in talking to me at first, but upon being offered a drink, invited me to sit across from her. We sat there for a few minutes, drinking in silence, a few curious glances being sent our way by both staff and bar patrons alike.

At long last, she broke the silence. "I know why you came over here."

For all the revived din of a busy pub, her breaking of the silence at our table quite startled me, causing me to nearly tip my glass over.

"My kind also have considerably better hearing than humans. We just don't point that out very often. Can be pretty useful when we don't."

I tried to speak, but all that came out of my mouth was a croaking sound not that dissimilar to a rusty gate swinging shut.

"I heard your loud friends' debate about Mobian sex life. And, yes, I heard what you said, too."

The world seemed to sink out from under me, as though I were on the most absurd roller coaster ever constructed. This was about to get really bad, but I supposed I would've at least earned that money from Mark, as well as the right to be pretty pissed off at him for some time in the future.

"I ... I'm sorry ..."

"It's okay. There was a time when I generally didn't like humans, because my first experiences were with people like Dr. Robotnik. It's very easy to judge an entire people by the actions of a few of them."

"I..."

"Don't worry about it. I've done crazier things in pursuit of my dreams, trust me." She sighed, shaking her head. "In fact, chasing my dreams led to me being kidnapped by a homicidal robot more than once."

Amy looked into my eyes, showing me, for the first time, her gentle, dainty smile. At the time, I entirely assumed that it was the booze leading me to believe it was in fact a rather pretty smile at that. "You're getting off easy, being told to ask a Mobian girl out." I was at a loss for words, my mouth had gone completely dry. I could only satisfy my thirst, gulping down yet more alcohol.

"Let me tell you, we have the same kinds of conversations about humans. Why your relationships work the way they do, why our kind and your kind don't mix in that way. I mean, for us Mobian girls, a strapping human male certainly has an... Advantage? Yes, a definite advantage we would enjoy, I should think." As if to emphasize the point, she glanced downwards and then back up.

"I don't... I mean..."

"Here's the problem. They were sure I would turn you down, especially given that unspoken taboo. You were sure I would too, right?"

"Well, yeah, I mean..."

"Well, now what are you going to do? Because I'm not turning you down."

I swear, were I a cartoon character, my jaw would have literally hit the floor.

"I mean, your really loud and stupid friend has a point. What's the harm in us becoming more united as peoples, sharing beds together and making families together? Okay, maybe we can't actually breed, but since when is that the only reason to make love?"

I nearly choked in that last gulp of beer.

"Well", she continued, "I have nothing to lose. I was utterly humiliated today by someone I thought I loved. It will be all over the news in the morning. I may as well do something constructive that will interest the news far more than that embarrassment. And you?" Her dainty smile shifted to something resembling devious. "You're about to start your own business, you may as well start making a name for yourself now, and there's no such thing as bad PR."

I could only answer with more silence, my mind reeling.

She reached across the table, taking hold of my hand, the grip that she would not release until we arrived at her suite. She got to her feet, rather strongly tugging me to mine. "It's settled then, handsome. You're coming with me!" She said this at the top of her lungs, glancing at every single patron as we left, including my three friends, whose expressions could only be compared to deer in headlights. The bar had gone silent again, everyone agape.

The bedroom door opened again, the clack of Amy's boots on the smooth travertine floors once more breaking me from my trance. I looked away from the window, in her direction. She leaned against the wall, giving me the single-finger beckoning gesture universal to both our peoples. "Done sorting yourself out, big guy?"

Again, my mouth had gone dry, my pulse racing. Her conversation, and my musings over the evening, had managed to sober me up just enough for the malingering beast that is apprehension to dig its tendrils into the back of my mind. Still, I nodded, the room seeming to move around me, rather than my passing through it as I headed in her direction.

She strutted into the bedroom, a bedroom that itself could have held three of the apartments in my building, perching on the edge of the immense pillow top bed. With a speed and deftness that I wouldn't have expected, she kicked her boots off. It was only then, despite having seen nude images of Mobians before, that I realized I had never before seen them without shoes. I didn't know what I would have expected their feet to look like, but a slightly more dexterous, clawless rabbit foot made enough sense.

She got back to her feet, letting out a soft coo. "Nothing feels quite as wonderful as thick carpet under your feet after a long day. Well, almost nothing." She smirked, reaching down and gripping the hem of her dress, pulling it upwards like an inverting parachute. It slid off of her with an ease that made me wonder exactly how that thing was even put together.

My misplaced sense of propriety begged me to look away, or to at least not be obvious in allowing my eyes to scan her form. But, how could I not? She was decidedly shapely, lithe but curvy, proportions that many human women would kill to have. Her pronounced hips met at a relatively narrow waist, punctuated by what looked to be, for her size, a rather full bust. As she wriggled out of the simple white cotton panties, I became plainly aware that the tan coloring that began at her face traced a path all the way down her front, ending between her legs.

As she reached behind her, working to undo her bra, I got my first unhindered look at her exposed womanhood. It was of the plumper sort, belying a mature youthfulness, a lack of excessive wear and tear, the flower of a girl in her prime indistinguishable in every way that mattered from that of a human girl. It glistened ever so slightly in the light, the presence of wetness betraying any pretense that she was not aroused by the situation.

As her bra came unclasped, her breasts bounced in their newfound freedom, larger than I had expected them to be. Smaller than a human woman, but only in the sense that everything about her was. For a Mobian, she was decidedly buxom, her pink nipples perky little rosebuds. She stretched, letting out a pronounced, happy sigh of relief, clearly enjoying the feeling of the air on her exposed body if nothing else.

After stretching for a second, she looked my way, hands on her hips, a little bit of blush on her cheeks in spite of her air of confidence. "I'll take your intense stare as a sign that you like what you see, handsome. But this is going to be a little challenging if I'm the only one who takes their clothes off, you know."

To be fair to her, this had always been the challenging part for me when a date had a happy ending. Once I was out of my clothes, I was fine. But, working up the courage to remove them? For some reason, it always took a lot of strength.

While I don't fancy myself "movie star hot", I have always done my best to take care of myself. It wasn't discomfort with my body, but something else, something that someday I am going to have to unpack, surely.

Clumsily, I fumbled out of my shirt, embarrassing myself as one arm became somehow trapped in a T-shirt. As I undid my pants, I became only then acutely aware of the effect Amy's nude body had had on me. As my pants came undone and dropped to my ankles, my boxers did little to hide my erection. My instinct asked me to apologize for this, as it did with every girl, but I bit down on my words, deciding to just be done with this. In a jerky, graceless motion, I yanked my boxers down, kicking them off to parts unknown elsewhere in the room. I then fidgeted, struggling to find a natural, confident stance while subjecting myself to her scrutiny.

Ultimately, I just stood there like an utter moron, hands at my side like a soldier at attention, another part of me decidedly at attention as well. Her big, expressive eyes scanned me up and down, and I could have sworn I could feel it on a tactile level. Finally, her eyes settled in a direction, fixating on a very particular part of my anatomy, her mouth transitioning into a crooked, mischievous smile.

"Oh my... Those pictures I've seen of human men don't really do you guys justice. How do you walk around with that thing?"

I squirmed a little in place, biting my lip. I am, by all accounts, simply above average in that department. I've never been dissatisfied with what nature gave me, and as far as I can tell, none of my past partners were either. However, to someone her size, I probably seemed considerably endowed. I had never gotten a comment quite like that before in my life, and in fact thought that such talk was relegated solely to really cheesy porn movies, never real life.

"This is definitely going to be an experience. I think we might need to take this a little slow, don't you?" There was a distinct change to her voice as she said this, a hushed, almost purr to it. She climbed gracefully onto the bed, shimmying over a bit, and patting the space next to her. "Are you just going to stand there like a classical statue all night? You would make a handsome decoration, but still..."

There was no going back now, I told myself, though that had likely been the case quite some time ago. Despite being twice her height, I was much less graceful climbing onto the tall bed, meeting her gaze, eye to eye on the same level for actually the first time. That soft smile had returned, her face closer to me than it had ever been before, a mild, slightly sugary, floral scent emanating from her, intoxicating and entirely pleasant.

She scooted closer, pressing her lips to mine in a firm but gentle, passionate kiss. I like to think I have something of a gift for words, but I am bereft of a sufficient way to describe just how soft those lips were. They were softer than the lips of any human woman I have known. She held the kiss for a long moment, caressing my cheek with one hand, looking deeply into my eyes.

With her other hand, she took hold of mine, guiding it to trace along her hip, her waist and her side, finally pulling us into a mutual embrace, our nude bodies pressing together.

If I couldn't describe the softness of her lips, I certainly couldn't describe that sensation. Despite being covered in a layer of, for lack of better terms, fuzz, you certainly wouldn't know it from touch. Rather than feeling anything like the fur of a domesticated animal, or even the softest furs worn by the wealthy, it resembled nothing much more than a field of charged, warm air binding a smooth, silky body. She was warm, she was soft, and immediately upon contact, I felt a strange, alien sense of contentment surge through me that I had never before experienced.

As if by some instinct my body never knew it had, this intoxicating sensation demanded that I hold her closer, that I tighten the embrace, and so I did. Her full, decidedly squishy breasts mashed against my chest, my hands now sliding along her back, at last resting upon her firm buttocks.

After this moment that felt like a lifetime, she broke the kiss, letting out another soft, purring coo, nuzzling against me. "Wow... I didn't know if the touch was going to have any effect on a human, but it seems like it does..."

"The touch?"

"I'm sure there's a more technical term for it, but that's what we usually call it. When a Mobian girl is really turned on, contact with us can send really powerful feelings through our partner's body. It riles them up more, too. I don't know how it works, but I'm sure someone does. I'm just glad it actually worked on you..."

She smiled sweetly, her eyes now half lidded, her hand tracing along my exposed flesh. Everywhere that her fingers touched warmed, seeming to awaken to a level it never could otherwise. If I didn't know better, I would have called it witchcraft.

She pulled herself as close against me as she could, kissing me once more, before letting out a small sigh. "Unfortunately, I think we're going to have to be a little more creative with positions here, unless you're satisfied with that thing being between my knees all night." She punctuated this with a mischievous giggle, looking down. Indeed, that very certain, defining aspect of my anatomy loomed between the poor girl's knees, far off from its "target".

Despite the decided strangeness of the situation, my confidence was beginning to surge back up a bit, motivating me to take a little initiative. Gently, I rolled her onto her back, getting to my knees, looking down at her. I leaned down, kissing her once more, more aggressively this time as my self-assuredness grew with every second now. Our lips parted, what had previously been innocent little presses of the lips quickly devolving into something downright lascivious.

Mobians, it's now important to point out, have considerably long, decidedly prehensile tongues. After a couple moments of clumsy fumbling, I gave up trying to match her movements, letting her dominate that kiss, her tongue seeming to wrap around mine multiple times. When at last I pulled away, she licked her lips provocatively, a lusty smile on her face. "Well, there's something I'm sure none of you knew about us, hmm? Imagine what else I'll be able to do with that."

What could I even begin to say to that?

Rather than attempting to match wits with her in pillow talk, I simply continued exploring the exotic girl's body. Slowly, I kissed along her neck, past her collarbone, and between her heaving breasts. With each kiss, her chest heaved, and soft, dulcet moans escaped her.

Tentatively, I traced my tongue around one of her pert, pink nipples, listening to her gasp and moan even more intensely, confirming to me that these were every bit as sensitive and sensual as they were for my own kind. Gently, I pressed my lips to one, suckling softly, my hand gently squeezing and kneading the other. Her moans became something that no human woman could produce, a genuine, lustful purr reminiscent of a feline as I felt her fingers run through my hair, her hand pressing me more tightly against her breast.

Throwing some caution to the wind, I gently bit down, pulling back a little, remembering a particular girl from Adabat who had been driven positively wild by it. The response I got certainly wasn't negative, but it wasn't something I would've ever expected.

Honestly, had she hit me with a cattle prod at that moment, I don't think my eyes would've opened wider than they did when her body responded to that. Instantly, my mouth was filled with something warm, intensely sweet and ever so slightly fruity. Swallowing out of instinct, my eyes cast up in her direction, conveying my surprise and mild confusion.

Catching her breath, she let out another cute giggle. "Oh my, I guess that's another thing you guys don't know about us! Yeah, it only takes a little stimulation to coax that out of a Mobian girl. It's okay, enjoy it. It's very good for you." She ran her fingers through my hair once more, encouragingly, as I sucked more hungrily on that nipple, rewarded with more and more, each mouthful even sweeter than the last.

It seemed to fill my entire body with a warmth - the same kind of "embrace" one gets from a hot cup of coffee, or a stout cup of hot cocoa on a cold day. I had to wonder what other surprises awaited me, and as much as I was enjoying this discovery, curiosity demanded I find out.

Reluctantly, I abandoned her breasts for the moment, continuing to kiss down her flat, toned stomach, at last arriving at that most delightful of fruit. Patiently, I looked back up at her, searching for any sign of apprehension. For all I knew, this wasn't something that their kind did, after all. The pleading, needy expression on her face assured me otherwise!

Playfully, I first kissed and nibbled the flesh along her inner thighs, finding out that these, too, were every bit as sensitive. She gasped, squeaked and moaned, a mewling yet somehow musical sound, her hips bucking slightly in anticipation. The air around me began to take on a heady scent, something of strawberries with a subtle floral note, stimulating in a way I can't describe.

Her grip on my hair tightened, indicating that she would tolerate no further teasing. It actually hurt, it almost made me yelp, clearly a sign that she'd forgotten her own strength just a little bit. If a little tug of my hair could do that, I was glad that we were making love and not war.

I placed a soft, curious kiss upon her lower lips, followed by a slow, tentative lick. The flavor that confronted me was certainly not what I would have expected. Resembling nothing as much as a very mild strawberry milkshake, it was decidedly sweet, though not as pungently sweet as the milk. It was pleasant, very much so, lacking any of the saltiness experience had taught me to expect.

My initial curiosity pleasantly sated, I began to lap more aggressively, the force of my tongue parting those lips slightly with each pass, the tip of my tongue flicking decidedly against her clit, eliciting squeals of elation each time.

Without warning, her legs closed around my head, my world being reduced from a massive bedroom to a tiny, strawberry-scented and rather intimate space. Despite my usual claustrophobia, I was decidedly comfortable. The flavor grew more intense and ever sweeter as her moans of ecstasy grew louder and more frequent.

I noticed a distinct increase in slick stickiness with each pass of my tongue after a while, that strawberry milkshake flavor clinging to my taste buds as her body began to reward me with a delightful and intimate nectar. The grip of her legs grew almost painful as she held my head in place, her moans growing so loud that I had no doubt that half of the floors of the hotel could hear her.

I had started out with practiced, conscientious motions, but by this point, it had devolved into wild kisses, lewd slurping sounds and ravenous, wild exploration by my tongue. That gentle little flow of erotic juice was not so gentle anymore. As her moans reached a point where I was sure her dainty vocal cords would snap, my mouth was filled, repeatedly, with an intensely sweet, tremendously warm intimate juice, her body writhing and climactic spasms, her grip on me nearly tossing me like a ragdoll in the process.

After one last tightening of her thighs around my skull, and the most powerful burst of that syrupy, sweet nectar, she went limp, her breathing ragged, her body glistening with a sheen of sweat. As I pulled back, an extremely visible trail of that sticky, lewd syrup dangled from my lips and hers, the sheet beneath her drenched. Had I done an exceptional job, or was this just par for the course with her kind? I still don't know, but long to experience it again.

I crawled over next to her, kissing her cheek, running my fingertips along her body. I had to say something, but dirty talk was never my strong point. Perhaps just honesty would do. "I never would've imagined you would taste so good..."

She smiled weakly, turning to meet my gaze. "You couldn't have known this, but that is considered a really sweet thing to say to us." As flushed as she already was, her cheeks turned all the redder. "Each of us is a little different, and when we are told we taste really good, it means a lot to us." There, finally, I was seeing some distinct differences in our people. Differences on a biological level, differences in sexual culture that they brought about.

She lay there for a moment, basking in the glow of what I, for the sake of my own ego, imagined to be an exceptionally powerful climax, allowing my hands to simply explore her, to learn her. After a moment, she placed another kiss on my lips, before climbing to her knees. "It's my turn."

Deftly, she climbed down towards the foot of the bed, wrapping her soft, warm hand around my manhood. Somehow, it grew even harder from her touch, a veritable rail spike, as my dirty old grandfather would have jokingly said. Slowly, she ran her hand along the length, that almost feline purr returning, a hungry smile on her face.

"My, what a big boy we are..."

She left me no chance to respond, immediately running her long tongue along my shaft, from base to tip and back again, sending powerful shivers through my body, making me gasp for air as though I'd risen from the deepest sea. I hadn't noticed it during that kiss, but her tongue was slightly rough, and somehow, that made it feel more amazing than I could ever imagine.

Slowly, as though sampling the most amazing candy ever made, she traced the length of my manhood with that tongue, back and forth and back again, punctuating each pass with a playful little sucking kiss on the tip, making me tremble and claw at the sheets. "Now, to really surprise you..."

Surprise me? She'd been surprising me all night!

Looking me dead in the eye, she took the tip into her mouth, lowering her head slowly, exhaling gently out her nose. In a single, fluid motion, slow and steady, she took the entire length into her mouth and down her throat, surrounding that most sensitive part of my body in a tight, warm and moist embrace that made my eyes nearly roll back in my head.

Winking at me as her face made contact with my pelvis, she pulled back once more, settling into a steady rhythm of graceful motion, swallowing the entire length of me over and over, that rough, long tongue tracing along my shaft relentlessly.

The intensity of it all but paralyzed me, my grip on the sheets threatening to rip the fabric apart, my toes curling as I bit into my lip nearly hard enough to draw blood. Gradually, her slow rhythm picked up speed, her hands reaching up, tracing along my chest and abdomen, the little nasally moans escaping her adding a sharp vibration to the power of it all.

I wasn't going to last very long against treatment like this, my shaky breath devolving rapidly into primal, nearly ape-like grunts and moans. Just as she achieved a speed I thought not possible, and I reached a point where I feared I would explode, she pulled back one last time, releasing the suction with a decided pop, licking her lips and chuckling. "Oh no you don't, I'm not done with you yet."

Leaning up, she kissed me teasingly, biting playfully on my lip. Without another word, she straddled my waist, raising herself high as she could on her knees, taking hold of me again.

Slowly, she lowered herself, her now-drenched womanhood pressing against the ever-so-sensitive tip of my manhood. It resisted, and it continued to resist even as she placed several more pounds of her weight down onto me.

"Amy, I don't think..."

She reached forward, barely reaching to press a finger against my lips to shush me. Adding a little swivel to her hips as she placed yet more weight down upon me, at last, her body relented. It wasn't gentle initially, a few inches plunged into her, causing her to arch her back and cry out from the intensity of the experience.

In spite of this, she continued to give into gravity, taking inch after inch into her, surrounding me in an even tighter, warmer and wetter embrace. It felt as if I may rip her a part in any second, her grip on me almost like a vice. So unbelievably tight was it that I could feel her pulse against me as if it were my own.

At last, our hips made contact, she had somehow taken every bit of me into her. Her eyes were open wide, her long tongue lulling from her mouth, gasping breaths causing her perky breasts to bounce perversely as she came to terms with the intensity of it all.

I could only lay there, my own breath shaky, quite overwhelmed in so many ways. After a moment, that mischievous, hungry smile returned her face as she looked me in the eyes. She took gentle hold of my hands, lacing our fingers together before settling into yet another graceful, fluid rhythm of raising up and slowly taking me in, inch by inch, over and over again.

Each time sent an intense wave of indescribable pleasure through my body, every one more potent than the last. As she would raise up, the muscles inside her seemed to grip me, almost as if to milk me. She moved very slowly at first, her pupils seeming to dilate each time she took me in, clearly a powerful and limit-testing experience for her. My ego didn't mind this one bit!

Slowly, ever so slowly, she began to pick up speed as more of that lewd nectar lubricated things, and her body relaxed that tiny little bit. The rhythm of soft, musical moans began to escape her, her breasts bouncing hypnotically as she gained speed, those powerful sensations no longer a wave, but a constant and mind-blowing surge nearly overloading every fiber of my being.

I couldn't look away from those eyes, they seemed to take me in like an endless sea. The world around us faded from existence, the whole of the cosmos being nothing but me, her and the wondrous pleasure we were sharing.

Time seemed to stop, and all of the little things in my life that had mattered so much ceased, for that moment, to exist at all.

Before I had even realized, I too had settled into something of a rhythm of motions, my hips bucking in time with hers, the wet, slapping impact of our hips making contact echoing off of the distant walls of the cavernous bedroom. Even the bed, as if on cue, began to creak wildly as we achieved considerable speed, her soft moans giving way to more wild squeals of delight, my embarrassing ape grunts again filling the room.

If the people below us hadn't heard her before, they surely heard us now, and I really didn't care. In truth, I think a large part of me was hoping they did.

We spoke volumes to each other in those fleeting, charged moments, and not a bit of it required words. I had never thought of intimacy as a form of communication, at least not to such an extent. But, alas, all good things come to an end, and all great things come to an end too soon.

I could resist no longer! The sheer power and intensity of the pleasures this exotic girl was inflicting upon me... They were too much. As if with a mind of their own, my hips thrust violently upward, my grip on her hands tightening as the most primordial grunt I had ever emitted in my life burst from my lungs. The world turned white hot, my ears ringing, every muscle in my body seeming to seize for that moment.

She threw her head back, a banshee moan of ear-piercing intensity joining me in a primordial crescendo as my body finally got that release for which it so strongly yearned. A grand, powerful eruption through which every ounce of stress and worry departed me.

She sat astride me, her head drooping as she panted wildly, the world seeming to spin around me, my skin practically on fire. At last, she climbed up, still on top of me, snuggling into a trembling hug, nuzzling against my cheek. I kissed her cheek in turn, wrapping my arms around her tightly. We could say nothing for that moment, only lie there, our heated, exhausted and sweaty bodies entangled in that embrace. At last, weakly, she was the first to speak.

"That... Was the most wonderful thing... Ever... Thank you..."

Partners had said many curious things to me as we lay in the afterglow of lovemaking, but being thanked was certainly something new. Was this their custom? "No, thank you... Thank you for reminding me how special life is, how petty the small worries are and for teaching me how foolish I was..."

"Humans are so silly... But cute."

"Unfortunately, after this, I think you have ruined me on my own kind forever..." I thought I was making a joke at the time, but really, I now know I was just being completely honest.

"Good. More for me and my friends!"

It must've taken us no time to fall asleep after that, because my next immediate memory was the glaring sun beckoning me to wakefulness. Around me was an empty bed and silence. Was that a dream? I didn't have dreams like that! It couldn't be, this damn sure wasn't my tiny little roach-infested apartment, or my rickety little double bed.

Groggily, I got to my feet, stumbling blearily out into the main room. The earthy scent of fresh coffee greeted my nostrils, bringing the world into slightly better focus. The TV droned on monotonously, disrupted by the gentle tinkling clatter of a teaspoon against the inside of a porcelain cup.

Amy sat, nude as the day she was born, upon the couch, stirring her coffee, that same wry smile from the night before on her face. "Well, good morning sunshine. You got up just in time. You're about to be famous!"

Instinct had, by this point, carried me over to the coffee maker, a now-full cup of strong, black coffee being raised cautiously to my lips. "Do what now?" She gestured in the direction of the TV, shushing me.

A familiar young feline appeared on screen, a popular newscaster whose name escaped me at the time. "And now for something really new. After the humiliating incident during the conference yesterday, it seems that Ms. Rose found a unique way to vent her frustration."

The image of the newscaster was replaced by shaky mobile phone footage, footage of a very familiar backside. Mine. There we were, stumbling kind of drunkenly out of the bar, my friends visible in the frame, complete with their gobsmacked expressions. "The identity of the young human male seen leaving with her has yet to be confirmed, but will be sure to let you know when we find out. After so many centuries, could this at last be the first proven, public relationship between a human and a Mobian? It sure seems like that! We go now to our field reporter, who is live with Sonic the Hedgehog."

The image transitioned again, another familiar young coyote whose name also escaped me standing with a rather bewildered blue hedgehog. "Mr. Hedgehog, do you have any comment regarding Ms. Rose's taboo affair with that human male?"

Sonic simply blinked, his answer consisting solely of "Uhh ...?"

The reporter didn't miss a beat, a sinister glint in her eye as she raised the follow-up question. "Well, in that case, do you have anything to say for yourself for the blatant humiliation you subjected her to yesterday during the first day of conference talks?"

A flustered Sonic only blinked again, before simply stating "Gotta go!", and vanishing in a literal blue blur. The field reporter faced the camera, clearly fighting to maintain a serious expression.

"It seems that our beloved hero isn't quite ready to take responsibility for his insensitive actions yesterday, but you know we'll be the first ones to bring you his inevitable and very necessary apology. Back to you, Jessica!"

Amy muted the television, glancing in my direction, a satisfied, peaceful smile upon her face. "Well, it seems like yesterday wasn't such a bad day after all, huh?"

I grinned, probably far more goofily than intended, nodding in agreement. "But, I'm not sure if I'm really ready to be famous, especially for something like this."

Amy snorted, waving her hand dismissively. "Please, now every gorgeous Mobian woman in the city is going to be at your door. Don't pretend like that doesn't appeal to you after last night! Besides, after centuries, you and I eroded the last prejudice and taboo between our people. History will remember you fondly for that."

That was a heavy realization... "Was kind of hoping it would remember me for my cooking, though!"

"Well, you'll just have to make me breakfast and we'll see about that..."