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We meet again, fellow audience! For you today, I have a fanfic based on [url=https://www.furaffinity.net/user/funkybun/]funkybun 's glorious characters,[/url] Emil and Lily! If your eyes have not feasted themselves upon her brilliant art, then I do say, you've made a grave mistake, for she is one of the kindest, sweetest, most hard working artists in this entire community! Pray that you give her a visit.

A special thanks also goes to my proofreaders, [url=https://psydrosis.sofurry.com/]Psydrosis and [url=https://dukeferret.sofurry.com/]DukeFerret[/url] .

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Because She Likes Surprises

"EMIL!!! YOU LITTLE DAREDEVIL!!!"

_ _ That's about what he expected Lily to say. Emil couldn't help but smile. He was sure, no contest at all, that was the best nude he had ever taken. It was a crisp Friday night when the flustered, chilled mouse was sitting butt naked on the slanted, brick red rooftop, shuddering in amused excitement. His body was alive, feeling smooth and sexy under the waning crescent, wide awake, like it was three o'clock in the afternoon. Normally, that kind of nothingness makes people restless. But boredom wasn't an emotion he held onto for long these days.

"Lol well it's the one place I haven't tried," Emil texted back. "I thought it'd be fun to show you!"

The college-aged rascal was shaking from head to toe with horniness while he hit "Send". His erection was fierce; harder than stone, even. Nine inches in full, he liked to squeeze his head in his fingertips, then run them up and down his smooth shaft, bathing in pleasure on every step of the way. The feeling of it standing tall in the nighttime air was a rush of adrenaline unlike anything else he'd ever felt. And though he'd never say it out loud, it was far more addictive than he was allowing it to be.

_"I swear you've only been getting more and more crazy since the whole cafe thing!"_read her next text. Emil flinched as he got it, responding accordingly:

"yeah I guess I'm just really comfortable rn lol"

_ _ He sat back for a second, then decided to follow up:

"and that's really easy to do with you!"

Emil sighed lightly. As easy as it would've been to get it over with, it was a nice enough night to just enjoy being horny outside. He gazed up at the stars, counting them all, amazed at the view.

Then, he got another text.

Ears perked, eyes taut, he eagerly gave up his attention. The tender glow of the screen brought out the blush on his face. There she was, her yellow goat body, winking at the lens as she posed back-down on the bed. She had her loose, spaghetti strap top scrunched up over her collar bone, while her pink, crescent-moon decorated pajama pants coiled around one ankle, revealing her soft, perky breasts and puffy, pink nipples. Down below the picture, her free hand was poking three fingers around her soft vagina. Emil felt the butterflies flutter when he saw the strand of fluid trailing off her index.

"Might as well show you this, too," the text read.

Exhaling shakily, he began to slowly edge himself as he read the text again and again. God, what a payoff. Not a bad way to take off the edge. Nor was it a bad way to end such a beautiful, beautiful night.

Emil's eyes shot open.

Amidst the jitters of pressure and horniness from his thighs to his torso, he carefully brought himself to his feet. A drop of pre cum trickled off his urethra into nowhere as he slowly shuffled diagonal-footed towards the open window. Breathing in one last natural lung, he tossed his phone through the window to the bed's scarlet comforter adjacent to it before entering the room himself.

He bounced as he landed on the mattress, springing a bit before he lay down, shifting his body all over the blanket. Right at the foot of it lay his sleeping laptop lying on a textbook. Emil drew his finger across the touch pad, entered the password, opened the browser, and hit "Submit". Then he breathed a welcome sigh of relief when he looked at his clock: 11:32 PM. Twenty-seven minutes to spare.

Sighing in relief, he lay himself back, thanking every star in the sky that he had remembered his midterm. Ah, Lily...a fine interruption, indeed. As the room temperature caught up to him, he traced his eyes across his scarlet-to-white striped wallpaper, feeling all his sudden worries melt away. A warm lamp glazed his walls, bathing yellow light across the floor, to his bed, to the oak dresser next to the tilted, oval mirror. The whole ambience made him miss the outdoors. He let out a half-hearted sigh as his cock lowered onto his belly, poking his navel as he crashed his head down on the pillow.

His fingers had just snapped around the case of his phone before it vibrated once again.

"You still there?"

Uh oh...he left her hanging. Tongue poking out his mouth, he tapped out a quick text:

"Yeah ur kinda pretty lol"

Emil hit send. Then, he immediately facepalmed, throwing his face into the pillow. No matter how well he knew her, he'd still screw it up. The dread brought ripples to his lips while he sucked his teeth waiting for a response. He turned to his nightstand, lucidly staring at the curved lamp towering over the poetry book he was reading earlier. A thought ran through his head to just pick it up and call it a night...he stopped that process dead in its tracks. Best not to let things like that take control.

Ding! There it was:

"You gettin busy there? lol"

_ _ Could've been worse. But now there was a new problem. Emil frowned as he stared at his limp dick with a sigh of regret. He didn't really want to do this, but he figured it was for the best:

"yeahhhh im jacking off to you rn haha"

How bitter it felt when he hit the "send" button. How cruel! Emil threw his head back, realizing it was the first lie he had ever told her. Hoping it wasn't too late, he played around with his dick, trying to get it hard again. After a few minutes of twiddling with a soft stick, he groaned and turned his head, sighing halfway into the pillow as he stared longingly into the pink carpet by his bedspread. His phone arm crashed into the mattress, like Leonidas in the final battle of his days as the feeling of cringe threw waves through his veins.

What's done has been done.

Then he felt it vibrate in his hand again. He brought it up to his face, bracing for the worst:

"Well why don't you come over so I can do that for you?"

_ _ Flinch. Emil blushed as a smile rocketed across his face. The feeble hang of his blanket rippled as his rat tail flickered from side to side, like he was an excited dog. Only that's always what he did when he got nervous. And before he could even reply, another text shot him back:

"I'm not expecting any other guests, so why not?"

Perfect opportunity. Grunting through his nostrils, he put both hands to the phone. This time, for _sure,_he wasn't going to screw it up. He pushed himself to a sitting position, knees up as he tapped his response:

"Hell yeah I do!"

He read it again and again, shaking his head on every syllable. It just didn't sound like him. So, he revised it:

"Of course I do!"

_ _ Puffing out his cheeks, he shook his head. Too bland. Let's try again:

"Of course I do, if it's okay with you!"

_Perfect,_he thought.

Emil grinned like a complete idiot, finally rising off the bed to his feet as he sent the text. Though he felt the part, he was just glad to even send it. He looked down at himself, already imagining her hands touching his nude skin, twisting and milking his cock. It always put him in such a good mood that you could call it a before-glow.

Once again, his phone lit up:

"It's all right! You'd be a nice surprise ;)"

_ _ He answered instantly:

"cool! I'll be right there!"

_ _ But right when he was going to put on his clothes, he stopped himself. Last time he saw her, he rode his bike home. He remembered that somebody's poor car accident made him have to take a detour through the long route. Since then, it had been nothing but grinding out college work, helping each other out in more ways than one via text when they finally had free time. Unfortunately, a snapped chain bought that bike a one-way ticket to the local mechanic, so he wouldn't be using that any time soon. And that's when another thing dawned on him....

...where was that address?

It certainly wasn't easy to memorize it. After swiping his fingers across the smartphone screen, he tapped on the "Maps" app and punched her address in. As the dark blue line between his pin and hers completed in hardly a few seconds, he blew out a breath of relief.

Only four turns? Emil thought. Can't believe I didn't go sooner!

He looked at himself in the small, rotating mirror atop his dresser.

"Heh, wouldn't it be funny if I walked out there like this?" he thought out loud. "It'd feel nice, at least...."

The top of his head flicked the window's way as a tiny gust of wind hissed loudly at the seam. The string to the shades hanged motionlessly, but hypnotized Emil like a swaying pocket watch. And the subtle cracks and creaks beneath the walls dissolved to nothing in the background of his floating, wordless trance. Now, suddenly, that same outside chill was his. It ran down his spine and blew a kiss into his skin as he brought his hands to his own sides. The snowy chill of his fingertips spreading throughout his body reminded him of what it felt like to be out there.

Something fluttered up his chest. He was quickly giving in. The one thought that crossed his mind for half a second in some twisted fantasy became the only piece of mind that existed in that time....

"O-oh ho man...," he spoke aloud, hardly aware of it, "I can't do that...."

He shook his head hard enough for his ears to flop.

"I couldn't...."

His fingers were still absently gliding through his body. He just couldn't help it.

"I shouldn't...."

And the image of her shocked face hit him subliminally before the passing rooms became a blur, the kitchen, the living room, the front door....

"I really, really shouldn't...."

But he had already shut it behind him.

A rush of cool wind flowed through him again, and the feeling was immaculate. Locking the door behind him, Emil swept the key under the welcome mat and dragged the soles of his black running shoes across it before he walked forward, phone in hand, nothing but his pair of glasses on his body. Heh...he was already laughing to himself.

I'm not naked, right? He thought. Got my shoes and socks on!

There's that rise in the chest again, now doubling in intensity. The sooner he moved, the faster he could use it.

Sighing out the nerves, he strolled his way down the driveway, mentally preparing for his naked walk. The mouse's thin fur shifted and swayed in the breeze, taking rubbery steps as he observed it all through his body. Most of the lights on the ends of their driveways were out, leaving a calming, darkened loom to the atmosphere. Four dark-windowed houses passed him on either side of the block, their fresh cut lawns looking almost fluid in the gentle breeze, calm and collected as the night itself.

Glazed in the stars and moonlight, he carelessly swayed his arms by his sides, conquering it quickly before he turned down the next block. No windows were lit, much like the last street. As he took each careful step, he couldn't stop fantasizing about Lily's reaction, feeling his member drooping and swaying like a pendulum. And the cooing hiss of the leaves sifting through each other in the wind made it all feel natural, like Emil was born to be naked.

God, I can't wait to get there, he thought with glee.

He looked around at the streets, seeing no one. On the hill off to his left was where the local joggers lived. Emil knew them well; the marsupial couple was quick to throw him a polite, waving hand before they were gone in a few seconds. Their house's dim lights made Emil tilt his head, like he expected a similar gesture from the window.

I...I wonder if they'd be okay with me..., Emil thought, just...being out here like this....

Staring deep into the night let his imagination take him: a vision of a calm, serene world where he and his neighbors casually waved at each other from their doorsteps. Then the front door would open, and the person behind it invited them back in for some lunch. They'd walk back inside, and nobody would ever have to think twice. And he let that idea pass through, again and again. It felt good.

Blushing now, his whole body was flaring as he realized he was nearly there. It was so hard to tell if he was fast walking or time itself was just speeding up in his head. This block, yet again, another street of nothing, all to him. Six houses total, all spaced out by fields, as noiseless as it looked. The faraway chitters of what lay dormant in the trees taunted a mistake that would never come, so he walked down it like he owned this neighborhood, starting to care less about the volume of his steps.

It was fun while it lasted, Emil thought with a smile.

The next right, he was sure to see it: somewhere behind the grove at the corner lies the gateway to her brilliant house. He approached it with awe, breathing in, thickening below with excitement. But when he turned, he saw nothing at all. Just more woods.

Then, he looked at his phone again. Something wasn't right. The details weren't matching up, and he was a little off track. His neighborhood was large, for sure, but how was he so far off track? He looked a little closer.

"Uh-oh...." Emil thought aloud.

A weight dropped in his chest when he realized his great blunder.

He had the phone on the car's distance. The pin indicating his location was_way_ off of what he had expected. Mouth hung open as a rift opened, the phone's ETA now reading, "7 minutes". He then facepalmed, realizing his memory led him completely on the wrong track. Checking around his surroundings one last time, he looked back, crossed his fingers, and tapped the "Walking ETA" feature....

Instantly, his eyes bugged out, mouth hanging wider. "Twenty-five minutes?!"

His face was flushed, though there was nobody there, which he had only figured out by whirling himself in every direction. He twitched and gasped as no ideas jumped out in this dark, starlit night. Mind equally in a blur as the gutter, he mindlessly ducked to a corner of the sidewalk. His teeth chattered as he creeped on his soles, now shivering in regret. The soft grass kept his footsteps quiet as he sprawled behind an evergreen tree stuck between two others.

Maybe this'll be a funny story! Emil thought. Just gotta get home and get my clothes....

Then, a voice called out from the darkness:

"Howdy there, neighbor! S'that you, Emil?"

He gasped in fright and threw himself down to a squat behind the trunk, praying dearly that the shade was enough. As he peeked around the side, his eyes adjusted to what he should've seen from the start: the reveries of a chubby, brown bear wearing red plaid and jeans sitting out on the patio in front of the warm light inside the house. His smile was as warm and goofy as his noodle-y hand waving from side to side, but even from this distance, his height was almost villainous.

"Well, looky there!" he gleefully shouted. "You likin' the breeze? I sure do!"

"U-um, h-hi Mr. Brunson...." Emil responded with a laugh. "Yeah, it's kind of nice, I guess, thanks...."

"Sure is," the bear responded, stretching his limbs. "What's got you out here so late?"

Emil froze. Somehow, the second time he asked was far more striking. Carefully, he rose to his feet, feeling the grass rustling beneath him.

"Hello? S'anybody home?" Mr. Brunson laughed gutterally. "I asked y' a question, Emil."

Emil's face lit up. "U-uh, yes, sir! Just fine! I, uh...I'm just, kinda, wanna, find my glasses!"

The flustered mouse gave back an invisible, crooked smile as he knelt down a little further. Oh boy. That was not proper English. He couldn't tell which made him more paranoid: the slight peek of his bare shoulders, or the thought that the shadows wouldn't be enough. But it looked like Mr. Brunson was calling his bluff:

"Yer glasses?" he asked. He pushed himself up by the arms of his chair. "Well, you're sure gonna need some help with that!"

"N-no, it's okay!" Emil yelled. "I can get it myself! It couldn't have gone far...."

"Well, how long ago d'you lose it?"

"...u-uh...."

"Might as well check around!" he happily bellowed back, picking up the cane tilted against the wall. "How you lose em in the gat-dang trees?"

Emil could feel his heart thudding quickly as he heard Mr. Brunson's mighty footsteps approach him. He looked at the ground but saw nothing as his mouth lay open for a few seconds before the words came to him.

"I-I was just in a big rush," Emil babbled. "Uh...a really big rush, you know?"

"So you were in a rush to get home and lost yer glasses," Mr. Brunson responded, "and now yer in a rush to get 'em back? That's two rushes y'never needed to have."

Emil rose to his feet as he heard the bear step off to the left of the tree. No hesitation, he darted to the opposite side, keeping the tree in between him and the man.

"Th-that's fine, I'll check around here," Emil squeaked. As he spoke with the smiley old man, he continuously circled the tree, keeping as much shade as possible on him.

"Sorry if I sound like a broken record," the bear mused, "but really, y'okay?"

"I'm...a little shaken up, I guess."

"Well, I'd be, too, if I lost my sight, heh heh! You sure nobody took 'em?"

"Nope! That's okay...."

"Well, then how'd you lose it?"

"I-I don't know, I guess I lose a lot of things, a lot, kinda! Ha ha!"

That line was frantic, haphazard, instantly making him feel embarrassed the moment it came out his mouth. Particularly since he was noticing the greys of his fur become more visible the closer he got to the lit house's side.

"It's just some glasses, Emil," Mr. Brunson assured him calmly. "Somethin' else stressin' you out?"

"A-a few things, I guess," Emil smiled nervously, surprised at himself for opening up. "I-I can handle them, though, I've just really...got a...place I gotta go."

"Where's that?"

"M-my girlfriend's house-"

"Aaahhh, now THERE'S somethin' to rush for!" Mr. Brunson hollered in amusement as he shared a couple laughs with himself. "Looks like you've got yer priorities straight. What's her name?"

"I-it's Lily," Emil laughed.

"That's a pretty name," Mr. Brunson answered, his smile audible. "Reminds me o' somethin'...you wanna hear a story?"

"S-sure," Emil said cheerfully. He groaned afterwards, immediately regretting it.

"You read the paper today?"

Silence.

"Okay, well, _I_was readin' the paper today...yeah, yeah, I know, I look like an old geezer, but that's just b'cuz I am. There wuz this article about Miles Anderson performin' somewhere around here sometime soon. Y'hear?"

"The...country star, you mean?" Emil asked, kneeling lower into the leaves. "Wh-what about him?"

Mr. Brunson nodded knowingly. "I knew him back in the day...we used t' be in a rock band. And we was pretty damn good. Never left a bar without a girl on his shoulder."

Emil sidled around to the side, like a dart. Now he was in full view of the glow. His teeth chattered as he knelt down, pretending to look for the phone in his hand.

"One day, he tells us that we all got offered a contract," Mr. Brunson said. "I still remember the look on his face...."

"Ha ha, yeah," Emil commented shyly. "He must have taken that...really fast...."

"That's what I thought, too!" the old geezer laughed. "But no, he turned 'em down. Turns out, that boy was losin' his mind. Miles was only in it fer the girls -- he didn't even like rock n' roll! And he was so depressed he thought it's better t' take an office job than keep doin' somethin' he didn't believe in. So, once he realized that - swear on my life, this is true - he ran out the studio cryin' his eyes out. And that's th' last time I ever saw him."

Emil was still frozen. Until his left ear perked at the sound of thick footsteps to the side. Seeing a leg poke out from the left of the tree, he darted around to the right, back into the shade.

"Yyyyyep," Mr. Brunson sighed, his solemn eyes downward. "Just goes to show y' what a couple pretty girls gets ya. If I knew he'd do that, I'd've gone back to college for sure."

As much as Emil wanted to give him his utmost sympathy, he had his own disaster to deal with. He grasped at a branch and hid himself beneath it.

"Th-that's really awful...." Emil started, "Um...are you okay?"

"'Feel a bit naked right now, but sure," Mr. Brunson nodded, "but I'm just happy for 'im now. Took 'im thirteen long years, but that sonuvabitch turned his whole life around. Turns out, he wanted to be a country singer the whole time! Musta worked his ass off to get it." He stopped to take a long sip from his can of beer, looking off into his log cabin knowingly, nodding his head slowly. "I just wish I was with 'im...."

The trajectory of his sight looked like he almost forgot Emil was there. Silently, he crept back to his original place behind the tree heart stomping as he did it. Though it felt a lot less awkward now.

"M-maybe he'll call back?" Emil asked, trying to sound optimistic.

Mr. Brunson shrugged. "Not at my age...."

Lost in thought, he tapped his cane on the ground, as if it were to uncover some solid ground beneath the soil. And though he didn't speak for a while, Emil seemed to lose his place, like he wasn't trying to hide to begin with.

"You youngins got a lot goin' for ya," he solemnly grumbled, turning towards him, "and I feel like y'don't even know it. I really sold mah soul to that band. Worked all day, all night. 'Guess life don't turn out the way it should."

"It wasn't such a bad idea," Emil consoled him. "You really, um...thought it would...pay off, I guess."

"I guess," Mr. Brunson sighed. "I just wish I could go back to make a bunch of smaller dumb decisions rather than jus' the one...."

His head turned towards Emil just as he shuffled his way back behind the tree. Thinking quick, Emil fought for the words to come out of his mouth before he finally shoved his glasses forward.

"F-found it!" he squeaked. "I-it was just, um...below the tree. Can you s-"

"Aaahhh, good to hear ya found it," Mr. Brunson bellowed with a big smile. "Anyway, sorry 'bout that dark turn. I just had to get it out. S' been a while since I talked to anybody."

"It's okay, Mr. Brunson!" Emil nodded, giggling out loud between words. "I just really, really gotta get going, you know...."

"I'm gonna let you be on yer way, then!" the bear nodded. "Glad you found your glasses! And hey, wherever it is you goin', boy, you better git there in one piece! It's dark out here!"

The way he pronounced "piece" sounded like "pace". A slow smile crept across the mouse's face as he took in what he had just heard.

"I'm in no rush!" he called back. "Don't worry!"

Mr. Brunson flashed a toothy smile, nodding slowly. "There ya go."

The bear let out a huge yawn, stretching his arms as he looked back towards his chair.

"_All_right," he groaned, "Wish I could talk all night, but I don't wanna fall asleep in the chair again! You have yerself a good run, now, Emil."

"Ah-ha, thanks," Emil smiled. "It was great to hear from you!"

"Yyyyyep!" he grabbed a wrist over his head and pulled it. "G'night!"

He watched as the wobbly bear hobbled his way up the two steps to his cabin, shutting the door behind him without a single second glance. Emil waited. And waited. Then, he waited some more. Emil spent a number of minutes behind that tree before he finally allowed himself to let go of his breath.

Then, his phone rumbled.

"you coming?"

_ _ Emil stared for a moment at the phone before he looked around the neighborhood again. Still, nobody was there. Nobody was there before, and nobody was there now. And with any luck in the world, it would stay that way for a long, long time.

"Sure am!" he texted back.

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His ears were antennas. After the halls of woodsy, suburban homes peeled into the more barren regions of the roads, the sidewalks began to dissipate into the woods, leaving a grassy pathway under the mouse's feet. He checked his phone for just a second, just to make sure. And yes, it did: straight down the hill, towards route 157.

Those first few minutes on this trek were the most brutal of all. Emil felt flustered from head to toe with his own decision making, but every forward step he took was an acceptance of it. A shy twist of his lip fell nicely with his blushing face as his hands pressed further against his crotch. He had nobody to hide it from, but at the pace he was going, he never knew if it was already too late.

The pathway led down a hill. Emil's heart sped up, knowing that it led to an intersection. The longer he looked, the more the wind seemed to howl. And just as he thought it was all in his head, the headlights of a car sped through the overpass like a shooting star looking for him.

He froze in place so he wouldn't stumble on his feet. Standing on the threshold between the outskirts of the neighborhood and the intersection, he evaluated himself and the earth. One line between him and civilization. Slow breaths through the body. Moments later, another car passed by, and he nodded knowingly. just as he expected to. The headlights disappeared, and the world was back to a shadow. The shadow that would have to cloak his naked body throughout the rest of this walk.

Emil pushed his glasses up, ruffling his shoulders as he stepped around the corner. One last check on his phone: stay on the same route for five hundred more feet.

Looking out, it rather seemed like it could stretch for miles. To each side of the road, the street lamps caked the surroundings in amber, indenting the notches of the concrete with pebbles of shade. Each one of those golden pools, a siren of his future location. And the further down it got, the more the pools converged to orange oceans, down to the plaza where all its parking lots were vacant from the closed stores.

Emil braced himself, knees trembling on the grassy path between the curb and the dormant house to the side. If he was going to do this, he'd have to run through the pools of light, waiting out all the other cars in the darkness. The stress made him sigh, but he remembered to take it slow, just to savour the moment. No manufactured light should ever take away the beauty of nature.

A fast walk developed into a skip as he approached the penumbral lining of the first street light. Mouth agape in excitement, the skin of his chest would've rippled if his heart beat any faster, any harder; the tender glow of the cheddar-colored street lamps showing to be nothing but a challenge. He approached it gradually, one step at a time, squatting with his steps like he was ducking under a plane.

He paused in place. Down the street, two approaching circles. He decided to duck back into the shadows, hugging the side closest to the woods as much as possible, hoping to god that the shade would be enough.

Wait...

Wait....

It approached with the zoom of a cop car...but it wasn't that, as it flew straight by. Emil took his opportunity and bolted under the light. His heart pounded and pounded as his fully nude body was sprinting for the next patch of shadows. He whirled his head around the perimeter, praying that no stragglers would notice him there. But it was no concern, as he took his next step into the shadows again.

The next long sigh must've thrown itself out his lungs. The entirety of his body was shaking from the chill and the rush. He smiled in satisfaction, feeling his penis growing to a longer hang against his thighs. Then he took in big, big gulps of air as he looked back to reflect on what he'd just done.

His phone was buzzing, so he picked it up:

"U coming?"

_ "I'll be a while,"_ he texted back. "Just keep yourself busy!"

_ _ As he lowered the device once again, his eyes were practically pulled by the road ahead.

He counted six overhead street lights; nine, if you count the ones by the tiny dot of stoplight's green in the distance. Not too shabby when you're in a state like this. Especially since he was already running under the second street light. A knee jerk reaction would've cost him, but the road was too clear, and it wouldn't be that way for long, leaving the thin mouse to stumble and giggle and run his way across another circle of light.

The next one was easy to come afterwards. Then another. Then another. For a main road, it was mighty quiet. So barren, in fact, he didn't even need a rhythm for the fourth and fifth one; he just ran straight through, his bare butt appearing for a moment's notice before it was gone again in an instant. Emil thought he'd struck a lucky night. Confidence was spreading through him like rubbing butter in his skin, slickening up his tight movements. Radiantly, he approached the outlines of the next light....

Emil gasped harshly, wincing backwards, the wind from the car barreling past him swiping at his left thigh. His mouth stayed gaping as the alarms of worry and embarrassment rushed through him. But as he watched it go, it faded quickly into the distance. Too quickly, in fact. Like there was nothing to slow down and double check for. Slowly, one step at a time, Emil let his guard back down. He checked his phone again. Same old story: go straight ahead. No going back. That, and one last text he hadn't read:

"It's okay! Drive safe!"

He responded, "No problem!" and looked away. Emil was still frozen, heart pumping fast, his head darting like a confused bird for another pair of headlights.

When two minutes passed, he puffed his chest out and willed his legs to move again.

Carefully, but swiftly, he dodged through the lights, dashing past the more visible portions until the stoplight was only a couple hundred feet down. Emil sighed, but it wasn't enough, so he kept sighing. One after another, he never seemed to get over it. He flexed his thighs just to feel them gain strength, and as the feeling of heat spread again across his chest, he could once again feel himself becoming harder.

The chipper mouse whirled his head around. On the other side of the road lay a closed diner with an empty parking lot, and to the left of that, a decent view on the overpass of a highway. Emil gulped. Though no entrances to it were nearby, it was a reminder of how far he had taken the stakes.

Wow...this is risky..., he finally admitted. I should've thought about this earlier...what if the GPS does something weird? Like, make me walk across a grocery store, or....

_ _ A cannonball dropped in his chest, and he felt the jitters through his shoulders to his biceps. His fingers glided down to his shaft on their own, gently tracing over the skin of its hardening state.

No, Emil, save it for Lily, he told himself. Don't get ahead of...uh oh!

_ _ This time, he made sure to duck as far as he could away from the road when the headlights zoomed past. Two more pairs of them followed as he stayed put. Then, another three from the other direction. Soon, he was caught in a standoff. Every time a car whizzed by, another was arriving in the distance. This couldn't stand for long.

He dug his fingers into the grass in impatience. That, and the idea he wasn't so safe. Staring deeply between the approaching headlights far off in the hill and the last spotlight that cut off before the plaza, a jolt in his chest made him just head for it: a full sprint into the last pocket of shadow before it all cut into the danger zone.

Time was slowing down. The adrenaline was electrifying. Bashful, foolish, aroused; it all seemed to blend into a pulp as he streaked past the last street light. His shoes pounded against the small strip of grass that he had, his shadow merely taunting him for his lack of cover, but all he had to do was reach the end, to reach that final coverage....

One look behind him sealed his fate, and he decided to eat soil. The impact wasn't bad, but it was enough to make him curl, straying as far away from the light as possible. Moments later, the car whizzed on by, making his ears wiggle in the wind. Still, he never stopped. Emil was finally able to catch his breath.

Though, not for long.

He looked around himself again, met with the first inklings of true civilization. Diagonally out to the left lay a quaint plaza of brick walls and paper-thin windows, which lay so far beyond the parking lot it was the size of a toy. Emil sucked his teeth as he saw about seven cars lying dormant in some of its slots. He witnessed a store inside shut its lights off. He shook his head in frustration. Nothing about it was safe.

Closest to him was a line of rectangular pots sprouting ferns, their cemented forms stretching out to the end of its road, casting a small, but sharp shadow onto the grass. They were emitted from the crispy, ugly, white shine of the gas station, a triangle-shaped sign with the neon words "Mike's Gasoline" on it advertising the blue platform containing its stations just beyond it. Emil could almost hear the sirens just looking at it. But then again, he wasn't safe where he was, either. A keen eye could catch him in a second.

That left only one option. He made sure it was safe and crawled his way to the shadows over the pots. He was on his hands and knees, sidling through the mere two feet of darkness he now had, feeling the soil and leafy blades brush up against him. Had it been all up to him, he could've crawled on his belly the whole way there, but his hanging, half-erection made that far too uncomfortable. He pushed himself up to a sitting position, thighs tight against his chest as he hobbled through the limited space. His legs shifted and jostled while his rising penis waggled side to side between his legs. Emil felt the heat return to his cheeks as the panic mixed with the arousal. If he was caught now, he was dead for sure.

"'Ey, is that Emil there? I haven't seen you in a hot minute!"

The skinny mouse froze. The voice was loud, nasally, excited. He hadn't even noticed there was someone at the gas station. But the voice was loud and unmistakable, and certainly close enough to assume it was coming for-

"Small world, eh? How's your wife?"

Emil found himself critically lost in thought. This new voice was gruff and baritone. And apparently belonged to a guy with the same name. Part of him couldn't believe his luck. The other part thought it had just run out.

But he'd have to keep going. The sound of his own breathing was the only proof he wasn't dreaming. A small square of light separating the next pot was hardly a challenge to cross, but in there, he caught a glimpse of the two men speaking to each other; a pale blue chameleon in a hoodie and cargo shorts, probably soaking up the light, and a tall, brown bull with large muscles bulging from his red shirt shaking his hand. Emil hushed out a sigh as the bull put his hands in his jean pockets. They were only feet away from him.

"Good, good! Thanks for asking! How's yours? You been treatin' her all right?"

"Heh, actually, she's treating herself right now in a sauna. She's takin' a girls' night out. In the meantime, I decided to go to Kansas to visit my cousin, Candace."

"Wait, you have a cousin named Candace in Kansas?" said Orange. "At least warm me up first before you give me that many punchlines at once!"

"Yeah, yeah, I know, I've heard it a million times; anyway, she's got a new boyfriend, and I just had to meet the guy."

WHOOSH!

Emil's wrists ached on the ground as he flinched backwards from the sound of the car. Its headlights had just barely graced the tips of his shoes before he tucked his legs further in. A whirlpool in the gutter of his mind, he held his breath and scrambled his way through his one pathway of shade. Far from the chatter. Far from their talk.

"Ahh, really? What's his name? Francis?"

"Oh, shut up."

They laughed quietly while the scared mouse made another move. He shuffled with both his arms and his feet as he inched his way down to the end of his shadowy coverage. Horny and panicking, his eyes were fixated on the last challenge: a large strip of road that marked the entrance to the gas station. Right on the other side, a large, rectangular side that displayed in red letters between white light: "Mike's Gasoline"

Right beside it lay a pylon emitting scathing white light across the perimeter, making sure no driver could miss it. And that's when it hit him...Emil was already visible.

"No, actually, his name is Thomas, and he's probably the nerdiest guy I've ever seen."

"Ehh, you know, the chicks are fallin' for 'em these days."

"Well, I wish she'd accept that. When I walked in that door and asked to see 'em, she looked like she felt really exposed...."

Their next few lines were all a blur to him. He hopped to his feed and sprinted low through the concrete entrance. Emil crossed his fingers as he tried desperately to make his footsteps soft, sprinting past the concrete path once again, heart pounding in the thrum of his exposure as he crossed the road in seconds. Panting hard, he circled around the glowing sign up front and threw himself behind it, safe from its rays.

He caught his breath. He couldn't believe it, but he had done it. That was, by far,_the riskiest part of the walk. And he was _way too far from the building to have gotten caught by any cameras. All at once, he let out a sigh of relief, slinking down behind the sign, cock still raising like the feeling in his heart.

"Anyway, I gotta go, man!" the bull crooned half-exhaustedly. "My friend's throwin' a party at his place, you wanna come?"

"Are you kiddin'? " the lizard asked back, and Emil could hear his sudden smile. "I haven't partied with you since the good ol' days. You goin' there now?"

"Yeah, man, it's just around the corner!" he replied radiantly.

"Oh, I am so going with you!" he beamed, "And hey, you know me: there better be ladies there!"

"Aren't you gay?"

"Not anymore, baybee!"

The bull got a good laugh out of that as his lizard pal's yelp was muffled by the inside of his car. Then, another sound of a car door closing resonated just as faintly. The engine started up, and soon after, George's red convertible drove all the way down to the road. Soon after, the grey Honda Civic followed him, and they both disappeared into a path to the right, which wound up into a dark hill, disappearing into a grove of trees.

Out flowed an exhale from Emil, loud but reserved. He had gone a long way, and the road was dark. But as he peered ahead to the road beyond him, he slowly began to realize how little it mattered. Even from his position, he could see all the buildings that were open; a grocery store in the distance embedded within a slew of other open stores that Emil couldn't make out. He shook his head, looking down at his phone. The path said to keep going straight, and he'd be there in ten minutes.

He gulped hard. That was never going to work. So, he tapped an alternate route. The longest one they had available: twelve blocks, all neighborhood roads. Twenty-six extra minutes. Just enter on the passage from Cherry Lane, which was pinned practically next to him at the time. Emil looked around for the sign. He found it in seconds...pointing down the road the two friends had just driven down. And that's when he remembered the party. His heart flared with mischief and excitement once again.

"I-I guess I have no choice...." he nervously spoke aloud.

He took a much needed deep breath and rose to his feet, walking towards the hill, goosebumps already fluttering through his skin as all the extra space in him swelled up and tensed.

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By the third block, he was already fully erect. He shuddered and twitched, his nerves now indistinguishable from his careless, furious arousal. The path ahead was a dotted line, marked by a corridor of great, fiery orbs like pikes at the ends of their driveways dousing their fresh cut lawns to the shadow-peppered concrete. Faintly bright, but bright enough to scare his path to the center of the road, furthest away from both sides of the streets. He constantly checked the two-story windows of each house, ready to bolt at the slightest of motion. And the longer he stared, the more he wondered if it was even worth it at all.

I-I can't believe i haven't been caught yet, Emil thought.

The world was vast. The silence had never been so loud. His right eye twitched. Perhaps he _was_going a little insane from this. His leg muscles were tense, but they were still moving, not taking the risk of a break by the park bench or the grassy field. Stiff lipped, he looked around himself, listening deeply to the sounds of the night as he practiced the quietness in his steps. Suddenly, his ears perked up.

Oh heck, Emil thought.

It hadn't even turned yet. The low, distant hum of its engine was enough to make him dash to the side, right past the lights, darting towards the darkest space between houses and laying down as far as he could. From there, he watched the car pass by as he held his ears down, praying he had been quick enough. But he hadn't gone anywhere near any front doors, so he was fine. Emil rose to his feet, taking center stage on the road once more, reminding himself why he's there. Lily was truly the greatest. And for that, he'd do for her the craziest things, all because she likes surprises.

...Something had dawned on him.

The phone. Eighty-six percent battery. Lock screen, portrait of Lily. Tongue out, peace sign. He parted his lips while the wind howled in the background. Then he stared off to nothing. The few steps he had left trailed off like a broken machine, stopping in the darkest part of the block. And then, he just stared.

I'm so stupid..., Emil thought. I...I deserve to get caught....,

....

A snicker or two crawled out in puffs through his nostrils. Let's not be too dramatic. But then again, why not? He nervously peered at a figure in an upstairs window turning the lights out. Emil could feel the bug crawl up his spine, waiting for it to reach the top and bite him already.

The fickle mouse would've shuddered, but the ocean in his heart was already enough. That's about when he ruffled his shoulders and marched on forward. Nothing more was to be said. Heads or tails.

And the tulips sure looked nice.

They were from the garden outside the house to the right. The small plot contained about twenty or thirty, all swaying gracefully. It was October...Emil wondered how much time they had left. In seconds, it seemed, he was already past the house, turning the corner, pivoting sleepily when he leaned into his step.

That's six blocks down. Halfway to go. So far, this was a lot easier than the walk on route 157. Only two cars had passed, and both times, Emil was in a good enough spot to duck and cover. The anxiety was killing him, but this road at least seemed to be asleep, besides a few glowing, opulent curtains. Once again, he was alone. Left to enjoy nudity in nature. Emil smiled as he began to run his fingers over his body again. He kept doing that while walking, massaging himself for his hard work and effort.

Until, he got an idea.

Thoughtlessly, he turned on his phone again, switching to the camera mode. His heart was tumbling into his belly as his own mischief visually crept through his face. In one motion, he turned on the facecam, holding the phone up high as he pressed record. The camera's flash stayed on, shining a light on his bugged out eyes before capturing the whole frame of his naked body. He felt nervous and shy as the camera caught every little detail: his sifted fur, his hard nipples, his cute, nervous face, and his long, waving cock over his pink, exposed scrotum. The longer he looked, the more he was loving the look of his body. And the shadows of the houses in the background brought the kind of smirk he would've never dreamed to have about a month ago. Emil hushed a laugh and felt himself get harder, watching it stiffen out in public from the screen. At least if anybody saw him now, he'd be alarmed with a strong gasp.

He had lost track of time when he finally ended the recording. Just out of curiosity, he double checked it while walking.

Seventy-two seconds of footage, he thought. Should I even keep this?...well, my friends might think it's pretty cool....

_ _

_ _ Waves of nectar flowed through him as he thought of it. Again, his fingers probed at his skin, dancing around his waist, hooking his navel, revelling in how sensitive he was becoming. The breath from beneath his lips became wisps of pleasure as he toyed with himself again and again, narrowing his eyes as he lost himself to himself. He even sneaked out a few more selfies to go along with it in bursts of inspiration. One thing Emil knew for sure: he had never felt this passionately horny in his entire life. So much so that he nearly missed the turn to the next stop. He nodded in approval at another block conquered as he sauntered on forward, his big, stiff cock pointing the way.

Hardly another minute passed before the paranoid nerves floating through him again. Through instinct alone he crossed his arms, peering way too hard into the wavy, closed curtains. Their subtle fluttering beneath the transparent window stains taunted an entity behind it; all the more reason to pick up the pace.

Emil jumped, but he didn't even know why. He was speed walking now, two hands to shield his erection from the house to the right, but he'd never be able to cover that thing up. Even if he could, he was toast. Growing more nervous, that speed walk quickly evolved into a jog.

Then, he looked to the left, his eye catching an image a couple houses down. That's when he really jumped. Down by the orange-lit pot of marigolds glistening under the tilted watering can posed the silhouette of a canine. His thick glasses were a black line across his eyes. Adjusting the framework, he straightened himself. Emil shuddered, striding at the same pace, heel to toe to avoid any possible noise. Silence surrounded him as the frozen figure's eye stared boringly into the nothingness. Emil ceased all his movement and prayed.

Then, the man turned around and went back inside.

A sigh of relief escaped his mouth -- a gesture he was all too familiar with by now -- and he began to speed walk again. When that was too ridiculous, he started jogging. When that was too dangerous, he started running. It was like the thrill of the chase without the predator.

Four blocks left.

The bouts of bleached blue and blistered brass brightening the blocks bled to a red. Then green. Then purple. Debauchery. Something in the windows a couple houses down was making the grass onto the fenced up lawn light up in neon shades. That's when Emil remembered the conversation the two guys had at the gas station. The party must've been on this street. The images flashed subliminally: casual feel, connecting with a friend, the bulge of his biceps in that red tee-shirt....

Emil was shaking with each step. The closer he got, the louder the sounds had become. The bombastic music, toned to a "polite" volume, to say the least, beckoned him. For good measure, he checked behind him, and saw nobody. Thoughts and worries seemed to blend into one as he remained completely aroused.

Every deep breath he took sent a surge of passion through his body. He could feel his torso tense up with the most delightful emotions. Flashes of his pulse from his tender belly to his shivering legs, finally traveling to the blood in his erection. He bit down on his lip, desperately fighting the urge to stroke himself. Like exposure meant everything, yet nothing at all.

What if he saw me out here....? Emil thought to himself. Looks like they're having fun, though...I-I wonder i-if he...i-invited me inside?

_ _ Another pulse of arousal flowed through him, but he'd had to power through it. The cars parked on the sidewalk outside made a fine enough barricade as he walked past the building. His fur felt matted with stress as he peered at the party through the car's passenger windows. There was that bull again, glass beer in hand, casually discussing something to a couple of salamanders next to him.

Emil's heart skipped as he skipped along even faster, desperate to find better cover. Suddenly, a head erupted into his vision: the head of a girl in the passenger seat, texting on her phone. Emil gasped and ducked down low, crouching and moving as silently as he could. His thoughts were running rampant:

Wouldn't it be something if he invited me, instead?

_ Maybe by the...dragging me inside by the dick...._

_ ...showing me off to all his friends...._

_ _ He clasped his hands over his mouth like he had said it out loud. It's amazing how a few muffled notes can make the whole house sound like it's packed to the brim with people. All of them ready to gawk at him. Naked, blushing, too embarrassed for words, but erect enough to not need them.

And that's the last car he had left to crouch under. His last tip toes brought him to the trunk as he held his ears down, fighting the urge to make a break for it. But he stayed put, craning his neck over to the porch. He gulped, noticing four more people had joined them. The sweat began to bead through his palms as he silently begged them to move, hoping with every-

"Hey, Emil, come inside! We're about to start the toast!"

The salamander in the doorway. Perfect opportunity. The anxious mouse bolted out as the seven of them were distracted, sprinting far away from their sight, footsteps banging into the concrete as he fervently prayed the music would cover it up. Further and further he went, the light behind him becoming smaller and smaller as the pale, but very real, excitement swelled up within him.

Three blocks left.

Visibly gritting his teeth, he fast walked, his phone almost slipping from the sweat on his palm. A car out front gave him a scare, but the headlights were off, so he walked right by it. He watched the blinds pull over a window from a couple houses down. He stifled a gasp...then the window went dark. The heat to his face overshadowed the cool breeze around him as his mind tumbled and tumbled into fantasyland:

"Imagine if Lily was at that party, too...," he whispered aloud. "N-no, that's ridiculous...but...it sounds...kinda fun...."

_ _ Of course he didn't believe it. But he entertained it anyway. The thought in mind brought the sharpest, highest blasts of air from his pursed lips, his cock now so stiff that it didn't even wave around with his walking. His whole body felt like it was doused in lotion and sweat as the night's air kissed and caressed it, stimulating him over and over again. Never before had anything felt so wrong, and so right. And still, after all that had happened, no one had caught him.

Two blocks left.

He couldn't believe how fast the last one went, either. The surrounding world was a blur. The exhales he gave were like wind gusts as he whirled around walking, like he was looking for someone to finish him off. Perfectly safe...but perfectly aroused. Precum dribbled off his tip as he marched on forward again, his mind in enigmas of sex and audiences of thousands. If he closed his eyes, he could almost imagine everybody in this neighborhood seeing him like this. And that brought him straight back to the thought of the party.

They could've used me, he thought. Used me like they did at the cafe....

_ _ He gulped as he felt a field of goosebumps hit him in a wave, fighting every urge to reach downwards. It was like a dictionary of all new words, stringing into sentences he never imagined:

Rubbing me off in public, sharing me with them all....

_ _ His skin was a furnace begging to cum as it all sank in. Now he was sucking his teeth, itching at his hair, desperately trying to find a distraction. But that would've ruined him. As he heard the familiar sound, he ducked behind a parked car and waited.

He watched the moving vehicle sail off while he crossed his fingers. His next turn was to the left. Rabid and impatient, he drew his teeth off his lip and instead grit the rows together, praying the car wouldn't pull into a driveway. When it made the turn to the right, he let go of his breath. This time, the trip was a straight line to the end, which he spent panting and calming himself, yet feeling himself in practically every place he could think of: chest, obliques, butt, thighs. All except for his dick. If anybody had seen him, it would have been ridiculous. But Emil couldn't care in the slightest.

One block left.

The signal on his phone said he was three minutes away. He stretched his arms over his head, like he was adjusting a shower head, absolutely amazed at the state of his luck. Unfair. Uncanny. The cherry on top was the woodsy framework of this road. If a single house was even here, it was blanketed behind a thick layer of trees and bushes. It didn't matter if his hard penis was vibrating on its own from the intensity; nobody would ever catch him. The cool feel of the atmosphere swaying with the overhead leaves were like hands over his body, and as he realized how safe he truly was, he began to slow down the pace.

I can't believe this is happening, Emil admitted to himself. I can't believe I got this far....

The woods were closing in. His whole body was trembling like mad.

"I-I deserved to get caught...," Emil finally whispered aloud, though it came out shaky and high pitched. "I can't believe I wasn't... aa-aaah!"

He stopped, shut his eyes and shoved his fingernails into his mouth as all the erotic energy reached a climax. Literally. Emil hushed his moans out loud, but his sealed lips made them come out as squeaks, as he twitched and pulsed with the best orgasm of his life. Huge, long spurts faded into nowhere as his penis exploded out the tip with everything he had saved up to this point. And the only thing that crossed his mind as he heard rope after rope of semen gently splash into the cement below was how happy he was that he had made it this far.

Emil sighed as he wrapped his arms around his chest.

"O-oh god...." he muttered, tilting his head to nuzzle his collar. "What a night...!"

His breathing was subtle, but high pitched. The tinge on his sensitive tip in the wind made him feel like the sun; perhaps that was his punishment for all this. Emil smiled...he'd take it. His legs, now considerably less shaky, took him in a straight line to that beautiful, green, towering sign:

Troxden Road. Lily's street.

It wasn't hard for him to spot the giant metal gate around it. Its rectangular, black bars gleamed, but all Emil saw was a checkered flag. He eyed the gate. It was opened slightly already. So, he cracked it open all the way, then politely closed it behind him. Just to make sure, he took one last look at his phone, half expecting another unfortunate two more miles from the GPS. But as he read its final message, he felt all the stress melt away:

You have arrived at your destination!

He had done it.

His footsteps on her driveway seemed to last forever, and Emil made sure to take in every second of it. The risk that had drained him was gone, and the atmosphere now gave him butterflies in his stomach.

It finally reached the point he'd been waiting for: the great, white opulent three-story house. From any distance, it looked like some sort of palace: a great limestone fountain out right before the building, placed in the middle of the cobblestone pavement. The stars above complimented the wonderful sculptures perfectly, particularly around the pillars lining the front side of her house, and the midnight-kissed red V-rooftop above. Every element had been inviting Emil another step closer. Emil took in his breaths, never seeing anything more beautiful in his life.

Politely, he knocked on the door in a pop-goes-the-weasel rhythm. Then, he backed up a couple steps, drawing his hands behind his back like a gentleman. At first, nothing. Brutal silence. Awkward enough for him to check his phone one last time...12:27 A.M..

Please don't be asleep..., he thought.

Then, he realized he could just ring the doorbell, so he pushed that, instead.

His heart was sky high when he heard the faraway thumps. He peered through the window with wonder as the light, cute footsteps of you-know-who rapidly approached him. Then, in a moment, she emerged out from behind the wall before the kitchen. As soon as they locked eyes, they smiled the same way. But when Lily's eyes adjusted, she was in complete bewilderment. She rubbed her eyes, but kept the seductive smile as she began to approach the door.

The door came whirling open.

"You're finally here!" Lily gladly announced, in her spaghetti strap white top and pajama pants. When she saw him, she blushed. "Ooh! Nice outfit!"

"Heh, yeah....," Emil mumbled. "In fact...it's kind of, the only one I came with.

Lily's head tilted. "What? No way." She then craned her neck out the door, looking around at every corner of her backyard. As her eyes narrowed, yet keeping the same smile, Emil giggled at her. As every second passed, he became more and more proud. Slowly, as she began to understand what was going on, her jaw was lowering.

Shock.

Utter shock.

"OH MY GOODNESS, EMIL!" Lily wailed, staring at him in disbelief. "Did you seriously walk all the way here like that?!"

"Y-yeah, I did, for you...." Emil cooed shyly. 'I-I thought you'd really like it."

"No wonder you took so long!" Lily gasped. "Did anyone catch you?! Are you okay?!"

"N-nope!" Emil stated, then his ears perked up. "W-well, yes! At the, uh, 'okay' part, b-but, no, nobody caught me...."

"Not a single person?!" she asked again.

"N-nope!" Emil answered, scratching himself behind the neck. "I-I thought this would be the best way to meet you...."

Lily was puzzled, but undeniably aroused. She looked away, blushing enough to glow through her cream colored fur. Her puzzlement was visually turning into respect for the naked mouse...perhaps even envy.

"Oh my god, Emil...," she droned on, staring at his body in awe. "I don't even know what to say...."

Silence took them, since he didn't know how to transition the conversation. He was mostly just afraid she was upset at him.

"W-well, uh...," Emil started. "I, uh...actually...have a bit of a confession to make...."

Her eyes nearly popped out of her head. "Someone did see you?"

"No, no, please, I promise....," Emil shook his head, laughing a bit beneath his words. "Uh...s-see..."

He cleared his throat.

"See, I wasn't _really_jacking off to your nude earlier...," he mumbled, gulping and blushing. "I had to pass in a midterm last minute, and I had just gotten soft, and I just wanted you to be happy, so I...I hope you understand."

Lily stared at him for a moment. Then, she laughed. A pleasant giggle, high and proud, transitioning to one with no breath at all, until the tears were in her eyes. Emil began to laugh with her, feeling a little embarrassed, himself. Then, with no other warning, she lunged at him, wrapping her arms around her boyfriend in a hug. To Emil, it lasted for eons.

"It's okay, Emil!" Lily assured him as she pulled away. She couldn't help but look up and down his naked body. "Well, I've gotta admit, you kinda one-upped me with the surprises...."

His eyes perked up. "What do you mean?"

"See, I wanted to have a lot more fun with you," Lily admitted, her eyes narrowing intently, "and I thought about how much you liked the cafe...."

Suddenly, new footsteps sounded behind her. He craned his head around to look at the window again. When the figure came into picture, Emil couldn't believe his eyes. Walking their way into the threshold was a familiar red salamander, wearing a green tee shirt as they smirked at him knowingly.

"Glad you could-!" Cassandra gleamed, leaning into the doorframe. Then, they reeled back. "O-ho-ho! Lily got you naked before you even entered the house?!"

Lily whirled her head to the salamander and gasped, "No, he WALKED all the way here!"

Cassandra's mouth was as wide open as a cave. Their wide eyes trailed over to Emil, giving him a facial expression he would never forget.

"Oh, wait til' they hear about this!" they squealed excitedly as they walked back into the home. "Guys, guys! You'll never believe how he just showed up!"

Emil's heart jumped as he turned back to Lily. "I thought you said you were alone?"

"Well, I was!" Lily beamed. "For a little while. But you're more special than that. You're smart, and funny, and...really brave, wow...so, after a while, I invited some friends over. I really hope you don't mind. I just thought you were late 'cause you were having a rough time, or you were caught in traffic...and I thought that maybe, tonight...," she gazed deeply into his eyes, "we could make this whole night about you."

Emil was flustered. He blushed so hard that it looked like he was about to collapse. So hard that his penis was almost instantly erect, staring at her in awe as he chattered through his teeth.

"H-how many people did you invite over?" he asked squeamishly.

She narrowed her eyes seductively. "You'll see."

Emil said nothing. Then, she stepped forward, hovering her hand just above his crotch.

"May I?" she asked.

Emil nodded, shivering with excitement. She giggled, then locked her fingers around his length, taking him into her house by the dick as the room filled with gasps, jeers, and the warmest of greetings.

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