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"I'm telling you, man. I think she's flirting with me."

"Bullshit. You just want her to be flirting with you. Subconscious bias and shit." With his opinion stated, Fred rolled over on the couch and went back to reading his book. Which left Victor to wander out of the common space on his own, and eventually landed him back in his dorm. The trouble wasn't so much that he was imagining things, but that, if he wasn't, what did he do about it?

Obviously, he wasn't going to stop going to the gym, nor was he going to cancel his twice-weekly training sessions with Vera. But since abandoning hope wasn't an option, just what did he propose to do about all of this hope? Among other things.

There wasn't much else to do but sleep on it. It was Tuesday, he'd see her again on Friday. Maybe on Friday he'd come up with a better solution than just enjoying the view and jerking off afterward.

His non-trainer days at the gym were, in his opinion, pretty soothing. Not easy, exactly, but he could get into the groove on the rowing machine or elliptical and just forget everything else existed. Which, unfortunately, often left his mind wandering to Vera. The reason he'd started wearing compression briefs to the gym, in the hopes that an errant erection wouldn't cause awkward stares.

Victor didn't mind stares, really. Predator morphs often got them, and bears were, without doubt, predators. The big fangs and claws, and the bulky muscles to back it up, tended to attract a certain kind of attention. True, there wasn't a lot of actual animal in most morphs, but science was still trying to work out exactly how much of various reactions was actual biology or simply mythology playing out in all-too-human minds and hearts.

So stares weren't a problem in his mind. It was the awkward part he was hoping to avoid. And it would be undeniably awkward to get caught with a boner while his trainer was standing over him, spotting him on the bench, or bent over demonstrating something. He was in serious danger, with that last one. Vera had a magnificent ass. And that teardrop bunny tail to top it all off was just cheating.

But what if Fred was right? What if he was just projecting his own attraction and reading the hints that he wanted to see, instead of seeing hints and flirting that were actually happening. A come-on if she wasn't interested could not only be embarrassing, but also lose him out on the best trainer he'd had in years. Definitely helped him work on stamina and durability, not just muscle mass.

Damn it, she wasn't even here and he was thinking about her, focused on the curves of her hips and her thighs, the wiggle of her tail, her smile. She wore loose shorts and a sports bra, most of the time. She was a mobile thing, and didn't want anything slowing her down if she needed to move. And damn, how he wanted to pull those shorts off and--

His watch started an insistent beeping, signaling that he needed to end his time on the rower and hit the shower before he was late for work.

"Alright Victor! Hey, you know what today is, right?" Vera was, as usual, far too chipper and perky for six AM.

"Not leg day, I know that much."

"Spoilsport. Nope, we're going to work on chest and arms today, and follow it up with a special treat. I booked us a session with Miko."

Miko was one of the best perks this gym had, an in-house masseuse with magical fingers. "Wait, booked /us/ a session?"

"Yeah, I don't have another client until this afternoon, so I'm gonna enjoy a little relaxation time too. Problem?"

Big one, but he wasn't going to bring it out in the open unless he absolutely had to. "Nah. Well, with a treat like that, why do I have a sneaking suspicion that you're going to make me earn it?"

"Because you're not stupid. Alright buster, let's get warmed up and stretch."

Forty minutes later, Victor was revisited by the same round of thoughts. Given new strength because, as he lay on the bench, pressing enough weight that he really, really needed an active spotter, he had been made keenly aware of one very simple, very important fact.

Vera wasn't wearing anything under those shorts.

She'd stepped a little further than she'd needed to, in reaching over him to grab her water bottle, and given his angle, he'd had a clear view up one pant leg before he'd had time to register what was happening and look away. So he'd gotten a near perfect view of coffee colored fur, cream colored curls, and a complete and conspicuous lack of panties. He was trying to figure out if the move had been deliberate, an escalation in her assumed game of flirting and teasing, or just another coincidence that he'd be a churl to follow up on.

"Okay, now you're gonna take it down until your arms are parallel to the ground. Down, down, there. Now just... hold right there." A pose that would probably do wonders for his chest, but at the moment had him already straining to hold position.

"So, Victor," she continued, "are you a breast guy? Because if that's the case, well, I got nothing. But I know, I /know for a fact/ that you've seen just about everything else. And if you can't smell me right now you need to get your nose looked at. Lift." She helped him put the bar up on the rack, then leaned against it.

"Or am I barking up the wrong tree entirely? Do you bat for the other team?"

Victor sputtered a little, and failed to reply. He stayed on his back, though, his arms were screaming at him. "I don't... I have yes seen it all but I wasn't- I didn't- think you were serious."

"You didn't think I was serious. I was six inches from literally sitting on your face less than an hour ago. I have spent two months bending over in front of you, hinting, flirting, trying to drop subliminal notes. Hey, fuck the bunny. The bunny has the hots for you. Thought about putting an aphrodisiac in your water bottle, but that's... maybe a little bit illegal and pretty certainly immoral."

"Okay fine I guess I'm just an oblivious bear. Don't need to rub it in." Victor sat up. "I'll tell the truth, I've been thinking an awful lot about you the last few months. Second guessing my reactions. Trying real hard not to dream about your hips and-" he trailed off.

"And?"

"Sorry, still trying to get over the 'oh shit don't let anything out around Vera' impulse. Hips, ass, thighs. You've got a magnificent lower half, and the top's not bad either."

The bunny shrugged. "Nothing I try has helped bulk these puppies up at all." She placed a hand on her right breast. "I know a lot of their mass is supposed to be fat, but every time I try, it all just settles on my hips anyway."

"S'not so bad, I kinda like your hips."

"Wanna get your hands on them?" The question was abrupt and forward, which kind of fit the bunny's trainer attitude. Not shy, not in the least.

"I do, yeah. But that's not really the kind of thing you do in the weight room."

"True! Which is why we have a session with Miko in one of the spa rooms which, by some convenient scheduling magic, will not be occupied for several hours after Miko is done making us into furry puddles of relaxed goo. So. Interested?"

He couldn't have said no, even if he wanted to.

An hour later, after showers and the kind of massage that hurt a little bit, then felt really, really good, both of them were laying on loungers in a sun-lit, airy room. An advantage of the gym being high up in one of the arcology pillars, it had a fantastic view. And there was pretty much a zero chance of anyone peeking in the window.

"So. Still interested?" Vera, being direct again. He couldn't really complain, since he'd been wracking his brain trying to come up with a way to resume their conversation.

"Yes. Yes I am. I don't think I have a plan, or the strength to carry it through, but I am. Miko left me feeling like a puddle of bear. Which isn't usually a bad thing, but right now leaves me at a bit of a disadvantage."

"She's done just as I hoped, then. My hapless client is unable to resist. Cue evil laughter, and a fade to black followed by generic moaning sounds." At his puzzled face, she laughed. "I play maybe a few too many weird games."

"Yeah, that sounds weird alright." He sat up on the lounger, and shrugged. "Yeah, I'm feeling lazy and limp, aside from one part that has been causing me quite a bit of discomfort when you're around."

"I noticed. Trust me, I noticed how it reacted. And when you started taking steps to limit that. It was a little confusing, those mixed signals. I wondered why."

He shrugged uncomfortably.

"I wondered if you had a girlfriend, maybe. Or a boyfriend. Something serious? I haven't actually asked. Would us, doing things, be betraying someone? Have you been holding back because of some other obligation or faith?"

"I haven't, no. Awkwardness? Uncertainty? A perverse desire to be a good guy even if that's being a dumbass when you actually spell it out. We could have been "doing things" for a month or so, if I hadn't been so unsure."

"Yeah, big strong guy like you, uncertain about a little thing like me."

"I wasn't uncertain whether I could handle you. We both know I can literally lift you over my head without much trouble. If you don't squirm, anyway."

"Spoilsport. I like squirming. Carry me off over your shoulder, then."

"Is that a request or a demand?"

"Yes."

She was grinning at him from her sprawl on the couch, laid out on her stomach. There was still a modesty towel on her, but somehow it had shifted to the small of her back, leaving her bare bottom and perked teardrop tail uncovered. An invitation, clearly, and one he was pretty happy to see. Part of him was very, very happy to see it, and his own towel was on the floor.

"You going to stare all day, teddy bear? Or do I have to hang a sign from my tail?"

"Teddy bear?" She shrugged. On his feet, then, Victor made the two long steps to her couch, and leaned a hand on the small of her back, pinning her down. "This hypothetical sign, what's it say?"

She huffed a little breath and squirmed. She hadn't been lying about that, she was a wiggly little thing. "I'm thinking Alice in Wonderland. Eat me."

"Oh. Well, can't ignore such clear instructions." He went down on a knee and leaned in, giving up a lot of leverage on his pinning hand, but he made up for it with one behind her knee, and his maw on her thigh. Not a strong bite, just teeth in place, a little pressure to see how she'd react. To see whether she was one of those girls who got off real hard on the predator and prey thing.

He probably shouldn't have worried so much. The instant quiver of excitement said things pretty clearly. So he shifted again, bit her other thigh, and then another bite on her ass.

She had a lot of padding, ample hips. His mama might have said child-bearing hips. Probably would, when he took her to meet his folks. Wait a minute. We just got started, brain. It's not serious enough to be meeting the family. Is it?

The only one who could answer that was breathing fast, smelling incredibly edible, and making cute little half-gasped noises. "Eat me, teddy bear, come on, we don't have all day."

There was some scooting, some rearranging, and a silent gratitude that the couch was long and wide enough to manage what they wound up doing. Vera, arms folded on the arm of the couch and head pillowed on them, ears laid back on her head. On her knees with back arched and legs apart. Victor sprawled out along the couch, one hand under her with fingers splayed out in her belly fur, and his nose between her thighs.

Big, blunt, wide muzzle; wide, heavy, strong tongue, and a good grip to keep a squirmy, happy rabbit steady. And she was certainly happy, if those noises were to be believed. Tongue service was usually popular. The real squeal came when he got right under her tail and nuzzled in for a good lick.

"Heyheyhey watch it!" He paused, and she settled down with a huff. There was a moment of obvious indecision. "Warn me next time. But yes, yes, do that more. Please?

He'd told her once or twice that bears loved to eat, and he was no exception. She'd snickered, and poked him in the belly once or twice. Bunny was a choice food, too, especially when she made those cute little squeaks, and shivered. Lots of pressing his tongue against that pucker. Just enough force to open it a shade, to feel her tense and hear her moan in delight.

He wasn't entirely sure how long it took, but it couldn't have been all that long before, as he pulled back to stretch his neck a little, she rolled over. His confused grin caught a giggle from her and she didn't give him time to form a question before she grabbed him by the ears and pulled his face back down between her thighs. "Give it to me good, teddy bear. I wanna test the soundproofing on this place."

Not an invitation he was going to refuse, and it was kind of hard to object with a face full of rabbit pussy. He could have fought his ears loose of her hands maybe, but... she was his bunny, he didn't want to do that.

Wait, my bunny? Aren't you a bit early on the possessives, me?

Troubling, but he shoved the thought aside and went back to eating. One hand under each hip to cup that ample ass as he ate. The licking and nuzzling and sucking her clit (she really moaned for that bit) was music to his ears. Finally he felt her tense up, her grip on his ears shifted to his short hair and tightened up. Right at the moment she pulled, probably not on purpose. Still hurt a little, but the breathless squeal was a nice payoff.

She relaxed, unclenched, and sprawled on her back on the couch, panting and still making occasional shivers and huffs.

"Okay, yeah you really, really like to eat, don't you? You warned me. Whuff. I could get used to that, teddy bear."

"I mean... I wouldn't mind you getting used to it. But that means more than just this kind of thing, you know?"

He had settled into his seat, and she got up, legs shaky, and plopped onto his lap. Carefully, there was something there she probably didn't want to hurt. Sideways on his lap, one arm around his shoulders.

And the other settled across her belly, hand lightly wrapped around his dick. Not stroking, not squeezing just holding, gently.

"Yeah, you're right. It's not just a client and trainer thing now. That's very clear, no way we can just go back to that. I don't want to. Do you?"

He mulled it over for all of three seconds, then shook his head. "Nah. This is much better. We're going to have to get used to a change, though. For one thing, now I have to treat you to dinner. Bears code of honor. Mandatory to feed your girlfriend the best food she's ever eaten."

"Tempting," she dragged the word out for a moment, then tightened her grip a little. "But there's something else I want to get a taste of first." If the slow stroking and stronger grip was any indicator, she wanted a taste of him, all natural.

Proven a moment later when she gave him a long, slow kiss, and sped up that hand. Then broke the kiss and slid off his lap, rolling over and sliding down to put her head in his lap. It made the angle awkward for her hand, but all that did was slow her down a little as she repositioned a few times, then steadied out.

She settled for having her head on his thigh, facing him, and every attempt to get his hands involved was met with a push and an admonishment not to play with her food. After the third try he gave up, and let her do her thing.

"Her thing" was apparently to stroke him slow until he completely lost it, and all he could do was lay back on the couch, lean his head back and groan as she kept slowly driving him closer and closer to the edge.

"Are you gonna actually finish, or is this just a hell of a good tease?" Panting and having to work very hard not to hump into her hand, Victor wasn't sure whether to be intensely pleased with this whole arrangement, or very grumpy.

The conflicted feelings grew much, much stronger a few seconds later, as relief washed over him, and he washed over her. Most of it made it into her mouth, true, but either her aim was off or she just wanted to be messy, as the first two spurts caught her on the cheek and chin, respectively.

And while he was panting relief and she was swallowing, Miko walked in.

"Sorry guys, I forgot my-" the petite masseuse stumbled to a stop, wide-eyed at the lazy rabbit, spent bear, and general mess.

"Uh. Sorry?" That was Vera. Victor just gave a nervous smile. Miko glared.

Maybe not the best end to the first date, but it was an interesting one, at least.