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Celestial: A Public Affair

By

Mantrid Brizon

Walking along the old, asphalt path, he tilts his head back and glances toward the sky. It’s been a long time, and he hasn’t seen her in quite a while. Will she still be the same as he remembers or will time have changed her, as it’s undoubtedly changed him? Perhaps she doesn’t even look the same! His heart skips a beat at the mere thought of seeing her, but then the guilt creeps in. Those feelings he’s left uncultivated, repressed and locked away. He has another, but thoughts of his old friend, whom he rarely sees, always warm his heart in a way that they probably shouldn’t. Sighing, he turns and sits upon a metal bench.

Resting his forearms on his knees as he leans forward, he finds himself staring at his shoes for the longest. After all this time, she still has a hold over him. It’s been two years since he last worked with her at the pharmacy, where he was but a lowly associate and she a pharmacist’s assistant. Even though they’ve kept in touch after he left, they’ve still only visited each other a handful of times. Leaning back on the bench, he turns his blue-green eyes toward the sky, the gentle breeze caressing his long, light-brown hair. As his hand reaches up to caress his full but neatly trimmed beard, he cannot help but wonder.

“It’s been a long time. Will she even recognize me?”

“IAN!!! HAI!!!”

Lifting his head, he turns and smiles. Standing only a few meters away, Celeste waves to him, visibly overjoyed to see him. The five-foot and five-inch tall, one-hundred-and-twenty-pound woman grins from cheek to cheek, her pearly white teeth on full display. The canine Voeldahn almost skips as she approaches, her long and wavy blond hair with pink and light blue highlights bouncing with every step. Only her impressively large bust, a 36F cup, moves with as much force as her golden locks.

“Hey, Cee! I wondered if you’d recognize me!” He replies, straightening his back as he sits upright.

“Of course, silly!” Celeste exclaims, stopping within arms’ reach of him. “How could I ever forget you?!”

“Aren’t you sweet.” He murmurs.

With a rather subdued grin, he looks up at her for a moment, staring into her beautiful, dark eyes. The dog-like woman, all of twenty-six-years-old, bashfully bows her head even further. It’s as if she did it just so that she could cutely turn her eyes up at him, even though she’s standing and he’s still sitting on the bench. Rising to his feet, the five foot and nine-inch-tall, one hundred-and-sixty-pound human turns toward her and opens his arms. With a soft, happy sigh, she steps into his embrace, giving his athletic body a squeeze.

“So, uhm... Is Megan here?” She asks, taking a step back.

“She said she’d meet me later. I guess she had something to do first.” He replies.

“Oh...”

Ian sits back down, making himself comfortable on the bench. She stands there in silence, clasping one hand over the back of the other as they rest just over her groin. She watches him, a little smile perpetually plastered on her face. It’s an awkward silence, but not unwelcomed. After all, it’s not every day that Ian gets to see Celeste, not since they stopped working together.

“Want to sit with me?” He finally asks, flashing a little smirk.

“Okay!”

Reaching behind her perky buttocks, she pulls her skirt toward her as she turns around. Her bushy tail moves to the side as the Voeldahn with soft white, dark tawny and grey fur takes a seat directly beside the human with alabaster skin. She always sits so close, even when they were first working together all those years ago. She leans a little closer to him, her exposed upper arm brushing his. Noticing this, he turns his head and looks to her and she responds in kind. Her smile widens and her pink, canine nose twitches. Celeste stares at him, her little smile still gracing her beautiful face. It warms his heart. She always looks so sweet and innocent.

“I like your perfume.” He softly begins.

“Huh?” She furls her brow and cocks her head to one side, the tip of her floppy, canine ear softly bouncing. “Oh! That’s just my shampoo! I switched it up because this one makes my fur feel a lot softer, and I can use it on my hair, too!” She chirps, running a clawed hand over the arm that’s closest to him.

“Well, it smells very nice.” His smile grows.

“It said “tropical fruit blast” on the bottle.” She adds.

“No wonder I’m suddenly feeling hungry.” He chuckles.

“Hehe! I’m glad you like it.” She coos, leaning a little closer.

“Yeah... So, uhm... Where’s Dave?”

“Oh... Dave...”

Celeste’s smile abruptly fades. She turns her head away, her long, slender snout pointing straight ahead. Her brow softens and she turns her dark orbs downward, staring at her shoes, which are specially made to fit her large, paw-like, digitigrade feet. The change in her demeanor is startling. She’s always so happy, pleasant and downright bubbly! Why does she suddenly look so sad?

“Cee?”

“Dave is, uhm... H-he said he’s got stuff to do today. He won’t be coming...”

“Oh... How will this be a double date if Dave isn’t here? I was hoping to meet him.” Ian replies.

“Some other time, I guess...” Celeste murmurs, shrugging her shoulders.

“Yeah...”

Seeing the melancholy enveloping the young Voeldahn woman, Ian’s heart begins to ache. She always walks as if she carries a bottle of sunshine draped around her neck, and this is so unlike her. He begins to think of ways to cheer her up. Hearing the sounds of the fairgrounds in the distance, his eyes light up.

“Well, since Megan isn’t here, I guess you and me can do stuff until then!” He chirps, resting a hand on her shoulder and giving her a comforting squeeze.

“Like what?” She asks in a sullen voice, slowly lifting her head and shifting her eyes toward him.

“Like the fair!”

“I don’t know... Shouldn’t we wait for Megan before we do that?”

“Aww, come on!” He rises from the bench. “Who knows when she’s going to show up. Besides, she knows the plan. She’ll call me when she gets here. That’s what she always does.”

Looking up at the bubbly human male, who reaches out a hand to her, Celeste feels a warmth growing in her chest. She’s unable to hide her slowly growing smile, which curls around the corners of her canine snout. Lifting a hand, she brushes some loose hair away from her face before reaching out her hand and placing it into his.

“Well, okay. I guess it’s better than sitting here all day, right?”

“You know it! We’ll have a good time. I promise.” He assures her, his thumb curling and softly caressing the back of her hand.

Her grin becomes increasingly difficult to conceal, her heart warming as she looks into his eyes. They’re so gentle and inviting, as they always were.

“Okay...” She speaks softly as she rises to her feet. “But if I’m not satisfied, I want my money back.”

“I’m a man of my word. If you aren’t pleased with my performance, feel free to leave a complaint with my manager.” He smirks.

“Hehe!”

“Right this way, ma’am.”

Leading her by the hand, Ian and Celeste walk along the pathway, away from the city and toward the fairgrounds. Behind the fencing, they can see the many rides and can smell the cotton candy, funnel cakes and hot dogs. Upon reaching the entrance, Ian pulls out his wallet and pays for a large stockpile of tickets, surprising the woman at the ticket booth.

“Mr. Moneybags over here.” Celeste murmurs.

“I got paid today, so I can let it ride.” Ian replies, handing her the thick wad of tickets.

“I have a better job, though. Wouldn’t it be fair if I chipped in? Maybe I should pay a little more, like a percentage or something?”

“Taking any amount of money from a woman I’m trying to be nice to would make me the worst kind of asshole.” He swiftly retorts.

“Aww!” She giggles. “How old fashioned of you.”

“Sometimes the old ways are the best ways.” He coolly replies, sticking out an elbow for her to grab onto. “Shall we?”

The woman at the ticket booth watches the pair as they enter the fairgrounds, staring at Ian for a moment. She lets out a sigh and slowly shakes her head.

“Lucky...”

The joyous screams and laughter of the patrons forms a cacophony of rapturous noise.

“What do you want to ride first?” He asks.

“What?!” She leans a little closer, turning her floppy ear toward him.

Reaching out his hand, the human gently lifts her floppy ear and leans even closer.

“What do you want to ride first?” He asks again. “Did you want to play a game? Maybe get a good view of the city from the top of the Ferris wheel?”

“Uhm... I haven’t been here in a long time. Maybe start small? Maybe the carousel or the tilt-a-whirl?”

“Sure!”

Walking in lock-step, Ian and Celeste make their way through the fairgrounds. It takes them a bit of searching, but after a little while they find the carousel. Just as it’s their group’s turn, the machine stops.

“Sorry, folks! A gear broke a tooth and we need to shut it down for repairs!” The operator tells the group of mostly women and children.

“Aww!”

“Don’t worry, Cee. There’s other rides.”

She turns to him and flashes a trusting smile, resting her clawed hand on his bicep. Following his lead, they make their way to several other rides. Once aboard the tilt-a-whirl, Celeste leans into him. They begin to sway and spin with the car, and she lets out a delighted squeal. Pressed into Ian’s side by the force of the spinning car, she giggles and rests her head on his shoulder. Her laugh is so infectious, as it always is. Unable to resist, Ian drapes an arm over her shoulders. Her laughter stops, and she stares straight ahead. He cocks his head to better see her face. Did he overstep his boundaries? Before he can tell, the ride slows and stops.

“Well, that was fun!” He exclaims as the safety bar pulls away.

“Yeah! I always loved that ride!” She turns to him.

The look on her face warms his heart. She looks so happy. This is exactly how he always wants to see her.

“What else do you want to do?”

“I don’t know.” She shrugs her shoulders. “Maybe we can just walk around until we see something that strikes us?”

“Sounds like a plan!”

Climbing out of the car, Celeste takes hold of his hand. To his surprise, however, she doesn’t let go after they traverse the short ramp. She holds on, giving his hand the occasional squeeze as they walk around the fair. Seeing a cotton candy stand, Ian orders a stalk of both pink and blue. He lifts it up, holding it beside her hair.

“Looks like a match!” He teases.

“Give me that.” She smirks, struggling to subdue a giggle.

“Ooh! That looks fun!” He points.

“The fun house?” She raises a brow.

“It has ‘fun’ in the name. If it wasn’t fun then that would be false advertisement, right?”

“You’re silly.” She giggles.

Walking through the fun house, they marvel at the room of mirrors. Ian stands before a mirror that makes his body appear pear-shaped.

“Man, I need to exercise! All that fast food is really getting to me.” He jokes.

“My back is starting to hurt.” Celeste remarks.

“Cee?! Are you alright?!” He swiftly turns to her.

“Yeah, but I may need reduction surgery.”

It’s then that Ian notices she’s standing before a mirror that warps her upper body. Her already impressive bust now looks gargantuan. Her enlarged hands and monstrous claws caress her sides as she examines herself. Ian breathes a sigh of relief, realizing that she’s only joking.

“I don’t know. They seem fine to me!”

“Really?!” She turns to him and flashes a toothy grin.

“Yeah! Besides, that’s like spray painting a sports car. You just don’t do it!”

Continuing through the fun house, an animatronic clown on a moving platform pops out from around a corner. The maniacally laughing figure makes Celeste shriek and jump backward, right into Ian’s arms.

“Looks like it got you.” He says, gently rubbing her shoulder blades as he holds her close.

“N-no! I just... I wasn’t expecting it! Th-that’s all!”

“Suuure.”

Tilting her head back, Celeste’s brow is softened. They stare at each other in awkward silence, their smiles slowly fading.

“You’re warm...” She coos.

“Yeah?”

She gulps and her body begins to tremble. Why does she like this so much? She already knows the answer, though she doesn’t want to admit it. Being in his arms is the most comforting feeling she’s had in a long time. With her eyes slowly narrowing, she leans a little closer and nuzzles his face with her snout. Her pink canine nose brushes the tip of his thin and angular human nose before she even realizes what she’s doing. Her eyes widen as she backs away, just as she feels his soft breath on her lips, and though she first flashes him a little smile, it quickly fades as she bows her head and pushes against his chest with her arms.

He doesn’t fight to hold her. A million thoughts run through his mind. Did she want him to kiss her? Would that have been overstepping his boundaries? Is that warm and loving embrace going to alter their friendship? Tongue tied, Ian can only stand there, silent as the grave. The laughter and thuds of other people roaming about the fun house snaps them out of their mutual trance. They continue on, and soon they make their way to the end of the building. The fun house has lost much of its mystic and jovial power, as both of them are busy pondering what’s just transpired between them. He regularly glances at her, noting the melancholy on her face.

Is she upset about what he did, or what he didn’t do? Either way, it breaks his heart. He can’t stand to see her so unhappy, even for a moment. As they walk along the asphalt pathways, exploring the fairgrounds, he sees a booth and his eyes light up. Maybe if he does something nice for her, she’ll cheer up?

“Hey, Cee.”

“Hm?”

“Look.”

Turning her attention toward his pointing finger, Celeste finds herself staring at an old shooting gallery.

“I bet I can win you something nice.”

“Okay.” She quietly replies, a little smile returning to her lovely face.

Now on a mission, Ian approaches the booth. He glances over to Celeste, who marvels at all of the plushies that hang from strings and line little shelves. He turns his attention toward the man behind the booth and orders a tin of pellets, then loads the air rifle and shoulders the weapon. An avid collector of antiquated weapons, he’s already very comfortable with the compact, wooden stocked rifle. Taking careful aim, he shoots all but one of the little ducks moving along the top track.

“Wow!” Celeste exclaims.

“Damn, son! That’s the best shooting I’ve seen yet!” The carny replies.

“Thanks.”

“Eight out of ten ducks is enough to get you one of any of the prizes on the shelves or on the strings.”

“Well?” Ian turns to Celeste. “Take your pick.”

“Okay.”

With her little smile growing wider, she scans the wall of soft dolls and little toys, and then scours the plushies hanging from strings. Her dark orbs move back toward the shelves, and spying one in particular, she points a claw at it.

“That one.”

“Are you sure?” The carny looks back and raises a brow. “You could get any of these big guys hanging up here.”

“I like that one!” She insists.

“Okay.” He shrugs his shoulders.

Reaching over to the end of the bottom shelf, the carny grabs hold of the human plushie, turning toward the pair and passing the modest doll toward Celeste. With wide eyes and a toothy grin, she reaches out for the doll and wiggles her fingers.

“Gimme!”

“Here you go, miss.”

“Mmm...” She coos, holding the foot-tall plushie close to her chest and snuggling with it. “I like humans.”

“I can see that!” Ian replies.

Lifting up the stuffed doll, she holds it beside his head.

“He even kind of looks like you.” She says with an innocent smile.

“I’m glad you like him.”

“I love him. Thanks, Ian.”

“Anything for you, Cee.” He warmly replies.

Looking into his eyes, she can feel the sincerity in his words as much as she can see it. Without hesitation, she leans over and presses herself against Ian’s chest, though as she does, the dark thoughts return. It’s hard to focus when Ian wraps an arm around her waist and embraces her. Turning toward the man behind the booth, Ian waves with his free hand before leading Celeste away. From game to game and ride to ride, Ian and Celeste entertain each other, but something has changed. The more time they spend together, the less happy and more anxious she seems. Just as he’s about to ask her if she’s alright, Ian receives a call.

“Hey, Meg... Huh? Why?! ... But you said-!... Well, no but... Alright... I said alright! ... Bye.”

After ending the call, he shakes his head and sighs.

“What’s wrong?”

“Megan isn’t coming.”

“Oh...”

“It’s alright. We’re here and we’re having fun, right?” He turns to her.

“Yeah...”

Ian and Celeste stare into each other’s eyes for a long while, and though they both wear little smiles, it soon becomes apparent that something isn’t right. Celeste turns her eyes away and looks toward her shoes, while Ian turns his head and looks at the horizon, letting out another little sigh. Shifting her eyes and looking up at him, she can see the sorrow written all over his face and it breaks her heart. She takes a step closer and rests a clawed hand on his bicep.

“Ian? Are you okay?” She finally asks.

“Yeah, I’m fine...” He murmurs.

“You don’t look fine... Did you want to talk about it?”

He turns his head and looks her over, his eyes scanning her face. He contorts his lips as he ponders whether or not to answer, only to glance toward his feet and subtly shake his head from side to side. Though she doesn’t want to press him, the gloominess of her companion stokes a fire in her core. It cuts her as deeply as her own sorrows, and all she wants to do is make his pain go away. Gently rubbing his upper arm, she glances around at the other rides and games. A sign peaks her interests and both of her ears perk up.

“Can I see the tickets?!” She turns to him, her bushy tail wagging behind her.

“Of course you can.” He murmurs, the corner of his mouth curling up.

“... Well?” She asks after a brief pause.

“Well, what?”

“Well, where are they?!”

“Oh, you meant “may I”! Yes, you may see the tickets. Here you go.” He replies, presenting her with a bundle from his pants pocket.

“Smart ass...”

After swiping the tickets, she grabs onto Ian and begins to lead him.

“Where are we going?”

“Shut up.” She swiftly replies.

“That’s not nice...”

“Well, that’s what you get for correcting my grammar! Anyway, I know what might cheer you up! How about a nice, relaxing log ride?!”

“You want to get me all wet, huh?” He quips.

“I should be asking you that...” She murmurs.

“What?”

“Nothing! Come on! We’re almost there!”

Pulling him by the wrist, she drags him around the corner and stops in her tracks. She stands before the almost nonexistent line for the log ride, which has been changed. The log boats are now swans, and a new, poorly hand painted sign reads “TUNNEL OF LOVE”, complete with neon-colored hearts surrounding the text. Leaning back in a chair, the ride’s operator turns his attention toward the pair. With both ears now drooping, Celeste approaches the front gate. The operator plops his chair onto all four legs and stands to his feet, reaching out a clawed hand and opening it for her.

“Since when is this a tunnel of love?”

“Since last month.” The operator replies.

“That other sign said “log ride”, so I thought...” She murmurs, pointing a thumb over her shoulder.

“Did they forget to take that down? Huh...” The operator rubs the bottom of his snout. “Well, would you and your beau like to ride the waves of romance?” He cheerfully asks.

“That’s quite a line!” Ian chuckles.

“They make me say it...” The operator sighs.

“Well, you did a fine job, good sir.”

“Thanks. Anyway, it’s two tickets if you want to climb aboard.”

Glancing over to Ian, he smiles so innocently. His very image tugs at her heartstrings.

“Here.” She murmurs, passing over two tickets.

Ushered aboard the wooden swan, the pair find themselves riding along a dark and desolate part of the fair, well away from prying eyes. As they float closer and closer toward the heart-shaped tunnel, Ian turns his head and stares at Celeste for a moment.

“You think anyone’s ever done stuff in these boats?” He suddenly asks.

“I hope not!” She replies, lifting herself up and feeling the seat for strange fluids.

Entering the tunnel, bright red and pink light strips barely illuminate the interior. It would be a lovely atmosphere where it not for the icy cold breeze that suddenly blows in. It ruffles her fur and causes her to shiver. Without thinking, Celeste scoots closer and leans against Ian, who immediately wraps his arms around her. His hands rub the exposed fur of her arms as he tries to warm her up. She tilts her head back and shifts her eyes, looking up at him. His smile is so warm and inviting, though she cannot help but notice that he isn’t shivering.

“Aren’t you cold?” She asks in a soft voice.

“No.”

“Why not? That breeze is awful!”

“You keep me warm.”

He blinks and his cheeks flush. He didn’t even think before he spoke!

“Aww!”

Though her lips curl into a delighted smile, it soon fades. She shifts and sits up, pulling away from him.

“Cee? Are you alright?”

He leans over, carefully examining her face. The sorrow has returned in full force. After passing through the tunnel, the soft light of dusk properly illuminates her features. Ian only looks away from her when he sees the poorly disguised fans which blow cold air through the tunnel. Glancing ahead, he can see the end of the ride gradually approaching. Again, he turns to Celeste and rests a hand on her back.

“Hey, Cee? What’s wrong?” He asks again.

She opens her mouth as if to speak, but chokes on her words. The very air she breathes seems to solidify in her throat. With a somber sigh, he can see her bottom lip quivering. Acting fast, he scoots even closer, until their hips nearly touch. His hand crawls up her back and rests on a shoulder. He pulls her in.

“Talk to me, Cee. What’s wrong?!”

Turning her head, Celeste looks to him and sheds a single tear. Without hesitation, he wipes it away with a thumb. Somehow, this only seems to make things worse. She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath.

“I’m fine...” She eventually replies, speaking in a low and shaky voice.

“You don’t look fine.”

“Well, I am!” She snaps.

He sighs as his eyes scan her features. Soon, the swan boat reaches the dock and a woman stands there, waiting for them to disembark. Climbing out first, Ian turns back and offers Celeste his hand, but she doesn’t seem to want his help. He watches for a moment as she walks away from him, heading toward an empty bench. The Voeldahn woman standing beside him looks quite surprised. Ian shrugs his shoulders and then dashes to catch up to Celeste.

“So, uhm... What do you want to do now?”

“I don’t know...” She takes a seat on the bench and rests her chin in her hands, her elbows planted on her thighs and doll stretched across her lap. “Maybe we should just go home. Do this some other time...”

“What?! Why?!”

“I don’t know... I just...” She stumbles with her thoughts. “I just don’t want to be here anymore.”

“Oh...”

“It’s not you.” She insists.

Turning his attention toward the old Ferris wheel, Ian stares and ponders. For as fun as this day was, he cannot help but feel that he’s fumbling the entire visit. He hasn’t seen Celeste in quite some time, and maybe he won’t ever again? That final thought makes him shudder with horror. He glances at the canine Voeldahn as she pouts, staring at her digitigrade shoes. The urge to speak to her in private, to confess to her, is overwhelming. Even so, he struggles to get the words out. Maybe if he at least admitted what was bothering him all day, he could finally tell her?

“Well... Can I ask you for one favor?” He speaks, breaking the silence.

“What?”

“Ride the Ferris wheel with me.”

“I don’t know...” She says with a sigh. “Maybe I should just go.”

“Come on, Cee! Just one last ride! I really wanted to try out the Ferris wheel earlier, because I haven’t been on it in years, and I don’t want to go alone or get stuck with some stranger.”

“Ian...”

“I remember the view from when I was little; it was beautiful. Maybe it’ll cheer you up?!”

She sits in silence for a moment, considering her options. On the one hand, being close to Ian is all she wants, but on the other hand, it hurts as much as it brings her comfort. Turning her dark eyes upward, she gazes into his blue-green orbs before glancing down at his outstretched hand. He wiggles his fingers.

“Come on!”

She cannot help but smile. She finds his human features utterly adorable, and when coupled with his innocent smile it makes him all but irresistible. She bites her bottom lip in a poor attempt to conceal her grin.

“Well... Alright! B-but after this, we leave, okay?”

“As you wish.”

Taking him by the hand, she rises to her feet and walks beside him. He focuses on the Ferris wheel as though it were the peak of a glorious mountain, which he climbs and hopes to conquer. Repeatedly glancing over at him, and his hand which clings so firmly but tenderly to hers, she finds herself more and more grateful for joining him. If she were being honest, she’d want this day to last forever. Upon reaching the Ferris wheel, they wait in a relatively short line. Once the ride stops, they join many others in climbing into the enclosed cars, which are protected with thick panes of glass.

Seeing them holding hands, the operator ushers them into a car, only to stop anyone else from boarding; he rotates the wheel before letting anyone else on. Ian and Celeste find themselves alone, seated on the soft, padded benches of the car. Once it’s been filled to capacity, the wheel begins to spin. Upon reaching the top, the lights of the nearby city glow so brightly and vividly. Celeste marvels at the colors.

“Ooohhh... You were right, Ian. This is beautiful.” She coos, a hand on the glass.

“I thought you’d like it.” He speaks softly, a little smile on his face as he watches her.

A knot in his stomach begins to form, and he finds it increasingly difficult to talk to her, though that’s all he wants to do. One revolution, and then another. By the third time around, Ian begins silently panicking. How much longer does he have? He needs to speak up before it’s too late. Suddenly, just as their car is nearly at the top, the Ferris wheel jolts.

“Eee!” She squeals and falls against him.

“What was that?!” He thinks aloud.

Leaning over and peering through the windows, they see the growing crowd near the base of the ride. A plume of smoke surrounds the base. The operator places a call on a radio before taking out a megaphone.

“There’s been some kind of malfunction! Please be patient! We have a crew coming to examine and fix it!” He informs everyone.

“Great...” Celeste sighs.

She sits back and crosses her arm, her human plushie dangling upside down as she holds it by a leg. Ian, however, is silently elated. After struggling with himself for a moment, he opens his mouth to speak.

“Okay, so! The belt broke and some gears jammed up! We need to replace all of it before we can get any of you down!” The operator shouts through the megaphone. “We’re sorry for the inconvenience! We should have you all down in about, uh... Forty-five minutes!”

“Well, this turned out to be some favor!” Celeste remarks.

“You say that like you don’t want to be up here with me...” Ian murmurs.

“I was kidding.”

Turning toward him, she’s struck by the look on his face. Did she hurt his feelings?!

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to-”

“You were right, Cee...” He begins, taking a deep breath.

“Huh?” A perplexed Celeste furls her brow.

“You were right before. Something was bothering me. Something is bothering me...”

Ian leans back and turns his head, looking out the window and toward the sky, sighing with obvious discomfort.

“Aww, Ian! What’s wrong?!” She scoots closer.

“It’s Megan... I don’t think she loves me.”

“What?! How could she not?!” Celeste gasps.

She flushes beneath her soft fur. How could she just blurt it out like that?! Ian lifts his head and turns toward her, flashing a little smile.

“That’s very sweet of you, but I know her type, unfortunately.”

“What do you mean?” She asks, cocking her head to one side.

“I’m a human.”

“Gee, you don’t say. I never realized.” She teases.

“Ha-ha... Well, you know how rare humans are. We haven’t done as well as the Voeldahn these last few generations.”

“Yeah, I know...” She quietly remarks, briefly looking toward the floor.

“Megan was a sweet girl, thoughtful and kind and very affectionate, at least at first... But I realized pretty quickly that she just has a human fetish. She wants that rare human guy to set her apart from everyone else, and believe me, I see the looks her friends give her. Oh, she tries to play it off but her fluffy bunny tail tells me how she really feels. If I was a Voeldahn, she wouldn’t have given me the time of day, and now that we’ve been together long enough for the mystique to wear off, she’s taken to blowing me off and skipping dates... Today wasn’t the first time, Cee... She doesn’t even wish me goodnight anymore, just a cold “talk to you tomorrow” and then she hangs up!”

“I’m sorry.” She speaks softly, resting a hand on his forearm and rubbing him. “You don’t deserve that, Ian.”

“And Megan isn’t the first to do this, either. I’ve only ever been with Voeldahn women, and it seems like every one I’ve ever been with had ulterior motives. I once had a girl try to sleep with me just because she wanted to know what a human guy was like. She didn’t even tell me her name, she just cornered me and asked for it! Before, when you asked me if I was okay, I was just thinking.”

“About what?”

“About how the most healthy and sincere relationship I’ve ever been in has been with you.”

Her heart skips a beat.

“Wha-?!”

“You’ve always been thoughtful and considerate. You really care about how I’m doing. We used to talk for hours about random bullshit and it was fun! Staying up half the night just... Sharing! Being close!”

“Yeah.” She cannot help but grin.

“I never felt like you were faking anything. You were always real, and I was always honest and comfortable around you. In fact, you may be the only person who’s ever seen the real me. You’re one of a kind, Cee... Whatever we’ve always had, it’s real, and I want that.”

She’s at a loss for words. Reaching out for him, she wraps her arms around his torso and rests her head against his chest. Ian responds in kind and drapes his arms over her back, holding her close. The sound of his heartbeat is as soothing as his touch. Hearing his sorrow and feeling his warmth, however, opens the floodgates. Celeste can no longer run from the pain in her heart. With a little sniffle, she begins to cry.

“Cee?” He speaks softly, turning his head down and nuzzling her with his nose. “Are you alright?”

“No...”

“You know that I’m always here for you. Always. Whatever’s bothering you, you can tell me.”

“I-I’m sorry...”

“Huh? What do you have to be sorry for?!”

“It’s just, Dave and I. We never do stuff like this. We haven’t spent time together in so long. Real time, I mean!” She begins.

“Maybe he’s a really busy guy? I mean, a man with a career like his might not always have time for-”

“You don’t understand!” The now weeping Celeste cuts him off. “He calls and he makes time, but we don’t do stuff like this! We don’t share, we don’t enjoy each other’s company. It’s nothing like the talks we used to have! Those talks that could go on all night, even though it felt like five minutes... ... Dave only ever comes over when he wants my body...” She sniffles and tilts her head back, looking up at him.

She looks so sad, so pitiful. Ian strokes her cheek and shushes her, pressing her head gently against his chest and tenderly petting her hair.

“Is it really like that, or are you just overthinking it?” He asks, hoping to make her feel better.

“I used to worry that I was, but I’m not. He doesn’t love me like I want him to. Once, just to see what he’d do, I let him come over. When he got to my place, I told him that I wasn’t in the mood for sex... So he left! Just like that! He didn’t even make an excuse! I was so crushed! I’d have left him then and there if I wasn’t so..."

“So, what?”

With the tears streaming down her face, she turns away from him. She brings her hands to her face and covers her eyes as she cries. Leaning over, Ian collects the plushie from the floor, as it’d fallen from her lap, and brushes it off. Holding it out to her, her manipulates the doll’s little arm, brushing her forearm with it and gaining her attention.

“Please don’t cry, Cee. I hate to see you so sad.” He speaks with incredible warmth.

He manipulates the doll, making it wave and cock it’s head. She sniffles and cracks the faintest of smiles. Twisting her upper body, she once again throws her arms around him. Clutching tightly to the human, she rests her cheek on his shoulder and shoves her snout beneath his neck. He can feel her hot breath and the saltine fluid soaking into his shirt, moistening his flesh. On impulse, he wraps his arms around the sobbing Voeldahn and pulls her closer, lovingly caressing her trembling body.

“It’s alright, Cee. You’re alright.” He coos, kissing her cheek and lovingly petting her back.

“I just want someone to love me for me, not my pretty face, my ass or my big tits. Dave treats me like I’m a thing! I’m not a thing! I’m a person! I have feelings! ... I’m so lonely. I just want to be loved.” She exclaims through her tears, her voice shaking.

“I’m so sorry, Cee. You deserve better. You deserve a thousand times better.” Ian speaks softly, almost whispering into her floppy, dog-like ear.

“Do I?” She finally replies.

“What?!” He gasps as he pulls away, his face showing the extent of his unbridled shock and horror. “Why would you ever say such a thing?!”

“Maybe I’m getting what I deserve?" She suggests as she looks up at him.

“No, Cee! Don’t ever say a thing like that!” He loudly replies, once again wiping her tears away.

“I rejected you that time, back when we worked together. You were so sweet, so kind, but I pushed you away.”

“Oh... That was a long time ago, Cee, and regardless, no matter what happened between us, you don’t deserve to be mistreated. I don’t want you to be unhappy. It kills me inside, seeing you cry.”

“See?! You’re such a great guy, and I ruined it! I went for someone else. Maybe I’m getting exactly what I deserve?” She continues.

“Seriously, shut up!” He growls, resting his hands on her upper arms and giving her a firm squeeze. "You do not deserve to be treated like property. You’re not some object to satisfy someone’s desires. You have value. You deserve so much better. What happened with us was a long time ago, and I forgave that, so shut the fuck up. I don’t ever want to hear you spouting that kind of bullshit again.”

Though he’s considerably more forceful, his words are still so comforting. Celeste is unable to resist. She cracks a faint smile and sniffles, then leans in closer.

“Do you really think so?” She sheepishly asks.

“I don’t think so, I know so.”

Wrapping her arms around him, Celeste clings tightly to his comforting form. The warmth in her chest grows, burning like a raging inferno.

“Mmm...” She coos as she nuzzles his neck. “Why can’t Dave be more like you?”

“Because I’m a rare breed... There can’t be too many gullible, pasty guys, after all!” He quips.

“You’re not pasty or gullible!” She exclaims, looking up at him. “I think you’re smart and sweet and charming, and you’re very, very handsome!”

“Aww, that’s so sweet of you to lie to me.” He teases her.

“Oh, shut up!” She giggles. “I would never lie to you!”

“And I would never lie to you either.”

“Is that so?" She asks with a raised brow.

“Of course!”

“Then tell me something... Why didn’t you ever go out with me when I first gave you the chance? Why did it take you so long to approach me?”

“Hm?” A perplexed Ian furls his brow.

“I gave you all of the signals! Gentle touches, inviting looks and I always stood so close to you, behind the counter. I used to lean on you. I always thought you were cute. When we first started working together at the pharmacy, I wanted you in the worst way. To say I was willing would be a gross understatement! Why do you think I rejected you later?! You made me feel like I wasn’t worth your time.” She explains.

“Oh... Well... At the time, when I first got hired there, I had a girlfriend and I was trying to work things out with her.”

“What?! You never told me that!” She gasps.

“We’d just met, and I was still getting to know you. Besides, you never asked. In fact, I distinctly remember we had a brief talk about our relationships and you changed the subject.”

“Oh... Right... Well, Maybe I didn’t want to hear bad news...” She murmurs, turning her eyes away.

“When it wasn’t working out, we broke up and then I went for you. I didn’t want to be that guy, you know?” He replies, gently rubbing her back.

“I wish I knew that before.” She says with a heavy sigh.

“It’s all in the past. Anyway, if it makes you feel any better, I absolutely would’ve gone after you, but by the time I was single, you’d already told me to piss off and you were cozying up to Idrees.”

“God, what a mistake that was.” She promptly covers her eyes with a hand. “You know he never touched me once!”

“Really?! But you’re...”

“I’m what?” Celeste smiles and cocks her head, batting her eyelashes at him.

“Well, if I may be so blunt, you’re an absolute vision, Cee... I mean, you’re practically a goddess! Or at least I think so.”

“Aww!” She clings tightly to him and nuzzles his neck. “You’re so sweet!”

“Only to you.”

“If that’s true, no wonder you have problems with all of your girlfriends.” She teases.

“Probably! Anyway, I can’t be the only one who was ever sweet to you. I mean, Idrees was such a nice guy. I couldn’t even hate him for dating you. I was a little jealous, of course, but I figured him for the romantic type.”

“Yeah, well... Looking back on it now, I’m pretty sure he was secretly gay...”

“Oh... You really know how to pick ‘em!” He teases.

“Yeah... Idrees, Dave, not dating you... I make such wonderful life choices!”

With her frown returning, Ian cannot help but continue comforting her. He pets her hair with one hand while the other strokes the soft fur of a forearm, all while he keeps her close and gently nuzzles her with his nose. Celeste, who has rarely felt such comfort, absolutely basks in his warmth.

“Don’t worry, Cee. There’s better for you out there. There’s...” He stops, unable to finish what he truly wishes to say.

“There’s better for me right here...” She coos.

Slowly pulling back, his eyes scan the Voeldahn’s face, taking in her simultaneously innocent and yet demanding expression. She silently cries out to him, begging for even more of his comfort. Her yellow-painted claws dig into his clothes as she grips him tighter. Her bottom lip quivers as she stares, focusing on his mouth. It’s all that he can take; he cannot resist her. Ian leans in and plants a kiss on her lips, melting the beautiful Celeste as she trembles in his arms. She falls forward, pressing her entire being against him, her large, milky breasts smooshing into his chest.

Sliding back in his seat, she moves with her companion. Their lips remain sealed together, their tongues lovingly caressing each other’s, and in the most passionate manner that either of them has ever experienced. Without hesitation, Celeste throws a leg over Ian’s lap, climbing atop and promptly straddling him. Her arms regain their strength as she grips firmly to his shoulders, pressing her claws through his shirt and into his flesh. Rocking her broad hips, she grinds herself against his groin, feeling a swelling within his pants. It’s uncontrollable, this feeling inside of her, this growing desire.

The urge to consummate her already substantial bond with the human is all consuming. Ian is clearly a far more caring, attentive and loving man than her own boyfriend of over a year, and as his manhood continues to swell, Celeste is all but assured that Ian is better there, too. His member feels so large, even when confined to his pants! She cannot withstand her desires, the burning fire within her; she gives in to them. Her hands eagerly explore Ian’s body as their tongues wrestle with considerable vigor, and Ian doesn’t disappoint. He touches her in a simultaneously reserved but strangely confident manner.

It’s as if he knows what he’s doing to her, teasing her with his masculinity but holding back. It’s just enough to make her fire burn that much hotter. With a hand sliding up and underneath her top, his warm flesh tickles her bristling fur. As his fingers wriggle their way beneath her bra, she shivers. The flesh of his palm covers her nipple and his fingers give her mountainous breast a firm squeeze. Arching her back as she leans away from him, she promptly yanks off her top, throwing her shirt to one side and burying the doll that Ian had won for her. Her bra quickly follows, being added to the pile.

Ian is quick to respond, carefully balancing her large breasts in his hands and licking and sucking on her now fully exposed mammaries. He teases her nipples with his warm, wet tongue before burying his face between her furry orbs. The human is overwhelmed by the Voeldahn’s subtle but natural feminine musk, a trait more prominent in the Voeldahn than in human women. She flushes as she feels him sniffing her. Ian’s hands eagerly explore her body. His touch is positively electrifying. He tilts his head back and wraps his arms around her, and the pair share a longing gaze. The look in his eyes tugs at her heartstrings. It’s so passionate.

She rests her slender fingers on his cheeks, her claws brushing his flesh. She leans in, and Celeste and Ian once again kiss with a level of passion she hasn’t felt in a very long time. Her claws gently rake his clothing as she moves her hands down. She wrestles with her own desires, but as his hands reach down and hike up her skirt, she’s made up her mind. There’s no going back now. In truth, she could never forgive herself if she stopped him. This is something she’s long desired; to be truly intimate with the sweet and passionate human.

“God, I want you so bad. I’ve wanted you for a long time.” She speaks in between heavy and passionate kisses.

“I love you.”

Her heart doesn’t just skip a beat; for a second it feels as though it’s stopped altogether!

“What?!” She gasps, gazing down at him.

“You heard me.” He shoots back, without fear or hesitation.

“Ian, I...” She gulps.

Having crossed the event horizon, he takes a deep breath and closes his eyes. His hands move from her perfect buttocks and rest at the small of her back as he turns and then rests his head against her bust. Unsure of what else to do, she rests her clawed hands atop his head, her fingers weaving through his hair as she holds him. As she struggles with her own thoughts and emotions, her eyes as wide as dinner plates, her heart racing. Preparing himself, Ian lets out a soft sigh.

“I’ve loved you for a long time, Cee. Why do you think I could never let you go? Even after you and Idrees, and when I quit the pharmacy... Every girlfriend I had, I compared her to you. They never measured up. Even after you met Dave, I always kept in touch. I messaged you every holiday and I’ve never missed your birthday. We were good friends but... I always felt like there was something more.”

“Last year you sent me those roses...” She murmurs.

“I hoped you liked them. You never said anything.”

“I... I saved them...”

“Really?!” He looks up with bewilderment.

“Yeah... I air dried them in the dark, to keep them pretty. I... I keep them in that red vase, right beside my bed. I look at them every night, before I sleep.” She shyly admits. “Dave didn’t even ask where they came from. He never cared.”

“I care.”

Looking down at the human, Celeste’s heart aches. She can see it in his eyes. Everything he’s done, every word he’s spoken; Ian is sincere, and no one has ever been as good to her as he has.

“I’ve always cared. I try hard to be good to you, because I love you. II love you so much, Cee.”

“I love you too, Ian. I think I always have. Since the first day we met, you’re all I’ve ever wanted.”

A little smile spreads across his thin lips as he listens to her speak, his arms gently squeezing her voluptuous form as she continues to straddle him.

“Idrees, Dave... I dated them for the wrong reasons. Idrees was partly to get back at you for rejecting me that first time, and Dave... Well, I dated him because I thought he’d be like you, and he isn’t. There’s no one like you, Ian. No one.”

“And there’s no woman like you.”

“I love you.” She almost whimpers. “I’m so sorry I never said it sooner.”

“It’s alright, sweetheart. You’ve said it now.”

Leaning in and sharing their most loving kiss yet, Celeste and Ian are finally ready. With his hands returning to her buttocks, Celeste pulls as his shirt. He pulls his hands away from her body and lifts his arms, allowing her to take his shirt off. She casually throws it over her shoulder, where it lands on the empty, padded bench seat directly across from them. Sliding off of Ian’s lap, Celeste pushes her skirt and panties down. She stands before him in only her thin, ankle-high socks and shoes. She grins from cheek to cheek as Ian undoes his pants, pulling on the button at the top of his black jeans.

“Wait! ... Let me do that.” She coos.

Slowly dropping down to her knees, she uses her own skirt to keep her fur from getting dirty. With her dainty fingers, she grabs onto the zipper and very slowly and methodically pulls it down. Peeling his pants away from his underwear, her smile disappears as her mouth drops open and her eyes widen. She stares at the enormous bulge of his manhood. Celeste gulps with nervousness at the thought of such a large penis filling her mouth and her loins. Will it hurt? Lifting himself about an inch off of the padded bench, she pulls down his jeans and boxer briefs at the same time. The heavy meat of his nearly fully engorged phallus slaps against his toned belly.

“Holy shit...” She mutters.

“You like it?” He teasingly asks.

“Holy... Shit...” She blinks.

“Cee?”

Though at first, he furls his brow with worry, but his fears are swiftly dispelled when she reaches out and takes hold of his manhood. She measures him against her forearm only to giggle with shock and a bit of fear at the realization that he’s just as long. His girth is also noticeably thicker than her wrist. With both hands grasping his shaft, one hand at the base and the other a third of the way up, she measures him against her snout. His penis is long enough that it could comfortably fit the length of her canine snout, brush the back of her throat and still leave nearly half of it exposed. She trembles at the thought, while her loins moisten even more than they already are.

His penis is so thick that the claws of her fingers and thumb can’t even touch each other, even when she gives him a squeeze! Ian’s member requires two hands. She flushes upon feeling how firm his manhood is; it isn’t merely big, but also as solid as a rock. Glancing down at his testicles, she marvels at their size, which is considerable. Just at a glance, they appear big enough so that each one would fill her palm. After taking a hand away to test this, she’s proven correct; she needs both hands to properly cup his balls. Though she wasn’t expecting it, Ian’s manhood, like the rest of his body, is as smooth and hairless as an Olympic swimmer’s; she finds it unusually appealing.

“Damn, Ian... What am I supposed to do with this?!” She nervously giggles, gazing up at him.

“Enjoy it.” He replies, flashing a rather innocent smile.

“... How?!”

“Well, you see, when a man and a woman love each other very, very much-”

“Shut up.” She smirks.

Leaning forward, he reaches out and gently grabs hold of her large but perky 36F cup breasts. He balances the massive and heavy orbs, which more than fill up his hands, spilling out on either side. He gives them a soft squeeze. His thumbs circle around her areolas and occasionally tease her nipples, both of which are a very lovely shade of light pink. She coos, having never felt such an alluring sensation. Ian is already showing a level of skill that none of her previous boyfriends have had. He knows exactly what to do to turn her on, make her wet and lure her in. It’s almost as if he can read her mind and responds to her every desire.

As he continues to play with her breasts, and after taking a moment to prepare herself, Celeste narrows her eyes, opens her mouth and sticks out her tongue. With a long, firm lick, she drags it over his cleanly shaven genitals, starting with his enormous testicles and his well-endowed penis. Upon reaching the tip of his circumcised cock, she swirls her tongue around the bulbous head, only to open her jaw to its very limits and stuff the head in.

“Ooohhh...” He groans, leaning back on the bench.

“Mmmmm!” She moans with delight, her mouth filled with his cock.

She very gently bobs her head up and down, her clawed hands resting on his inner thighs. After a few moments of this, she grabs hold of his member with her left hand, keeping the heavy phallus upright. The thick rim of the head of his penis pops out of her mouth as she pulls her stretched lips away from it.

“Ahh! Hhff-hhff! Damn! Wow, this fucking dick!” She gasps.

“Yeah, I get that a lot.”

“No shit?! I can’t imagine why!” She grins, turning her eyes upward to meet his gaze.

“It’s kind of big, huh?” He flashes a little smirk.

“Oh, yeah!” She replies, giggling nervously and stroking his manhood with both hands. “Unless your daddy was a horse Voeldahn. Was he?” She asks, before sweetly kissing the tip of his penis?

“Maybe.” He shrugs.

“Well, I’d believe it.”

Determined to continue, Celeste corrals his manhood with both hands and begins licking all over his shaft. From the left side to the underside and over to the right, before running her lips along it and going back in the other direction. She doesn’t forget the tip, either. After thoroughly soaking his manhood with her saliva, she opens wide and stuffs it back in. The scent of his human flesh fills her Voeldahn nose, flipping every switch in her brain, including some that she didn’t even realize where there. Her desire for this human is beyond mere wanting; this is a need, a hunger, a craving that no other man can or could ever fulfill.

Simply from tasting his exceptional manhood and feeling him massaging her big, full breasts and perky nipples, her vagina has become wetter than it’s ever been in her life. She positively drips with her lubricating fluids, which begin soaking into the white fur of her inner thighs. By the time she’s ready, Ian has already begun to pull at her, his hands resting over her shoulders and his fingers curled beneath her armpits. Why keep him waiting? Standing to her feet, she reaches out to grab onto his shoulders, eager to climb back up and mount him. However, Ian stops her. Placing his hands on her broad hips, he coos as he leans in, rubbing his nose into her fur, just below her belly button.

“God, you smell so good.”

“You really like my shampoo, huh?” She giggles.

“I’m not talking about that.” He replies, his head sliding down.

To her surprise, he kisses her groin, sniffing the naturally short and very soft fur that covers it. Again and again, he kisses her, each time moving a little lower.

“I-Ian? W-what are you doing?!”

He doesn’t respond, merely placing a hand on her chest, just beneath her breasts, and directing her to lean back. She obeys and even spreads her legs further apart. With a hand balled into a loose fist and pulled up to her face, she gently nibbles on her index finger. She closes her eyes and whimpers, overwhelmed by the wonderful sensation. Without hesitation, he licks her nether lips, dragging his tongue over the entirety of her womanhood. Does he not feel and taste how wet she is?! She cannot help but flush. Few have ever done this for her, and none had done it without her prompting them; Ian is something special.

With one hand near her face, the other reaches down and rests upon the crown of his head. She turns her head and glances from side to side, looking out of the windows of the Ferris wheel’s car. Nearly at the very top, absolutely no one can see what they’re doing, but the fact that there’s so many people nearby and that the ride might be fixed at any moment makes this feel so much naughtier than it already is. She shivers and gasps, her brow softening and eyes nearly closing with pleasure as she peers over her mountainous breasts, down at the human who begins licking her clitoris with the tip of his tongue.

He continues to pleasure her for some time, licking and kissing her pussy and clitoris with a level of skill she didn’t think could be reached. It nearly brings the poor woman to climax! All the while her eyes are fixated on his throbbing manhood. It beckons to her, pulsating with every beat of his heart and asking her for attention. By now, all of her saliva has begun to dry. Leaning over to one side, she reaches down and grabs the middle of his shaft before pulling toward herself and very tenderly stroking the huge penis. Her desire for him is so great that she no longer fears the sensation of taking such an impressive member. She absolutely must have him inside of her, right now.

“Mmmm-come on, Ian. Stop. I wanna fuck you.” She eventually pleads.

After one last lick, he tilts his head back and smiles up at her. Without saying a word, he straightens his back and pulls at her. Celeste bends over as she’s pulled into a kiss. Their tongues entwine and she flushes, trembling with embarrassment as much from her desire; she can taste her pussy on him. While she isn’t sure if she likes it, she certainly loves this. Leaning further and further back, Ian pulls her closer and closer. She takes a step forward, then another, only to spread her legs as his knees bump against her thighs. She bends her knees and throws a leg over him, her breathing already becoming labored from the mere thought of making love to him. Crawling up and onto the padded bench, she lowers herself and gasps.

“God, it’s so fucking big!” She gasps as she marvels at the manhood betwixt her legs.

“You’ll be okay, Cee.”

“I know.” She coos, before French-kissing him again.

With a little rock of her hips, a jolt of pleasure shoots through her body, from her eager, wet pussy and right up to the top of her head. The thick central bulge that runs through the base of his shaft presses into and then between her nether lips, while the rest of his manhood completely fills the gap between her legs, even with them spread apart like this.

“I gotta get him wet first.” She coos between kisses.

“Take you time, sweetheart.”

Over and over, she rocks her hips, smearing her lubricating fluids all over the underside of his penis. She has to really cant her hips just to reach the tip; she makes sure that part is thoroughly moistened. With her knees on the padded bench, she straightens a leg in order to lift herself up. Reaching a hand behind her, she grabs the base of his cock and pulls it downward. The tip presses into her taut vagina, grinding into her tender flesh and making her shiver. She’s not quite ready, however, and keeps pulling at his member, gently patting it against her pussy lips, which ooze her lubricating juices.

After adjusting his manhood so that the stiff meat runs between her buttocks and toward her tail, she lowers herself down. With both knees once again resting comfortably on the padded bench, she places both hands on his shoulders as she rubs and grinds her vagina all over his shaft. Celeste rocks her hips as she runs her hungry pussy from the base of his dick all the way back to his bulbous tip. She grins from cheek to cheek at the feeling of the head of his manhood brushing the underside of her tail. It’s so long! With his hands on her hips, he gives her a little squeeze. Is that a signal?

Even if it isn’t, she knows that she can’t delay this forever. Eventually, the carnies will get them down, and as she said before, she really wants to fuck him. Celeste arches her back considerably as she lifts herself up, sticking her butt out and lifting her tail. She allows his rock-hard penis to press into her tight ass as it lines up, aided by her slow and methodical movements. She very gradually and carefully lifts herself up, reaching a hand between their bodies and grabbing hold of his member. For a split second, she hesitates.

“Are you okay, Cee?”

“J-just preparing myself.” She murmurs.

“Okay... I love you, Cee, even if you aren’t ready. I mean it.”

Celeste is moved beyond words. Lifting up her head and looking into his eyes, she can see his love for her. It only makes her passion that much stronger, cementing her feelings for him.

“I know.” She says while grinning from cheek to cheek. “I love you, too, and I’m ready.”

No more delays. She wants this more than ever. Rocking her hips, she slowly pushes his throbbing manhood inside of her. She whimpers as it stretches her tight, pink pussy lips, the bulbous head burrowing deeper and deeper and making way for his thick shaft. The slick fluids of her arousal seem to gush out as she pushes him in, displaced by his length and girth. Her vaginal canal, so tight and hot, spreads out as he stretches her in ways she’s never felt before. Celeste queefs and she feels herself flushing, but Ian doesn’t seem the least bit phased by it. He gently pushes her down, so she carries on and carefully lowers herself to sit atop his lap, each centimeter only filling her supple body even more and pushing out more air.

She wasn’t expecting him to be so substantial! Celeste loved and desired him long before she knew how endowed he is, and though she’d have enjoyed a normal penis, she finds a perverse joy in this recent discovery. Wincing and gritting her teeth, her lips curl into a little grin as she snarls, shoving him even deeper into her little pussy. Meanwhile, Ian groans and his fingers squeeze her broad hips, pressing into her soft fur as he pulls at her, coaxing more of his member into his lover.

“Oh, god! Ahh! You’re so big!” She squeals.

“Rrrr-fuck. Hhff-hhff. You’re so tight and so hot.” He replies, throwing his head back and already panting for air.

Lower and lower she goes, groaning and grunting as her body already trembles quite noticeably. Deeper and deeper she takes him, until she’s seated firmly atop his lap. His big, full balls and tight, shaved scrotum press into the silky white fur of her plump buttocks, just beneath her bushy tail.

“NNNnnnnhhh! Hhff! ... Mmmm-yeah.” She groans.

“Ooohhh, baby... You actually fit it all!”

“Hhff-hhff! Most don’t?” She manages to ask.

“Nope. There’s always at least a half a hand-width left, usually more.”

“Mmmm-really!” Her eyes light up.

“Yeah. You look like you really like it.”

“Heh... Mmmm-yeah... You feel soooo good!”

Celeste shivers with delight as she moans, her eyelids fluttering as her dark spheres roll back in her head. Her back arches as she straddles him, leaning backward and inadvertently thrusting her massive, milky breasts into his face. He doesn’t hesitate to grab onto and fondle them, massaging and kneading her big tits. She gasps as she feels him suck on a nipple, only to pop it out of her mouth in a harsh but pleasurable way. He quickly does it to her other breast, making sure not to leave it unattended for too long.

“Ooh! Mmmm-Ian, you’re so good at that.”

“You’re welcome.”

“Hehe! You sound confident, stud.” She giggles, lovingly petting his long hair.

“You could say I have experience.” He replies, his hands and mouth skillfully attending to her exquisite body.

“Mmmm-yeah... I bet all the Voeldahn girls want a piece of you. Have you been with a lot of Voeldahn?” She cannot help but ask.

“More than a few, unfortunately, but ever since we’d met, I’ve only ever wanted to be with you.”

Bowing her head and looking down, she stares into his eyes for a moment, before resting her clawed hands on his cheeks, leaning in and planting the most passionate of kisses on his lips. Why is he so perfect?! He knows just what to say. She begins rocking her hips, using her legs and bouncing up and down. The sensation is already so incredible. Her womanhood is spread apart by the sheer girth of his bulky organ. The bulbous head of his manhood and the rim of the tip of his penis rub her in all of the right places. This is already the best sex of her entire life, and it’s hardly even begun. The fact that she’s taken all of him, in some strange, tribalistic way, makes it feel even better.

“Oooohhh-fuuuck...” She groans.

Celeste clings tightly to his shoulders as she enjoys him. Bowing her head even further, she curls her body forward and rests her chin atop one of his shoulders, her eyes closed as she coos and moans and groans. His hands caress her elegant form, as though he were worshipping her body. They move up and down, side to side, attending to the goddess of a woman, before eventually coming to rest upon her plump buttocks and giving her perky cheeks a firm squeeze. He turns his head and kisses her neck, and though the sensation is dampened by her fur, she still feels the sharp jolt of passion running up her back.

She promptly turns her head and plants a return kiss on his lips, reveling in their passion. She rocks and swivels her hips, working his manhood around inside of the tight space that is her vaginal canal. He fits her like a hand in an undersized glove, but what’s even better than the pleasure of his endowment within her taut loins is the connection that they share. He cares so much for her, always being attentive to her needs. Oh, how he rubs her entire body with his hands, caressing her with such care and admiration. This is what she’s always been missing. He’s the man she’s always wanted, to love, protect and cherish her.

Even the way he squeezes her ass is somehow very endearing! He kisses her with a tenderness that she hasn't felt in years. He basks in her splendor and isn’t shy to reveal his adoration. It’s a radiant warmth that she’s never felt before. Ian does everything that Dave won’t, treating her like she’s the only woman in the world. It feels loving and considerate. It’s the touch of a man who desires more than merely her vagina or her breasts; it’s the touch of a man who wants her heart, and perhaps even her soul. It makes her shiver and magnifies the already astounding pleasure of their carnal passion to unfathomable levels.

With her clawed hands gripping firmly to his shoulders, she pulls her knees in and begins to bounce up and down, resting her chin atop his shoulder and pressing her head against his. With one hand still grabbing onto her plump buttocks, his other hand moves up and rubs her back so tenderly. Unable to stop it, her tail begins to wag, a wide grin on her face as she licks his neck in a carnal, animalistic fashion.

“Rrrr-shit... Fuck! You’re so good at this, Cee! Hhff-hhff!”

Upon hearing the unbridled pleasure in his voice, something inside of her takes over. She begins to bounce harder and faster, ferociously rocking and swiveling her hips and slamming herself down onto him with such force, that she worries she may be smashing his testicles; they slap against her plump ass with loud plops. Up and down, she rides his big cock, coating it in her thick juices, all while grunting, growling and licking him like a common beast.

“Ooohhh-fuck... Damn, Cee. Hhf-hhf!”

“Nngf-nngf! Mmmm-yeah! Rrrr-rrrr-ahh! Do you like this, baby?! Rrrr-yeah! Nngf-nngf! Do you like when I fuck you like this?! Nngf-nngf-aahhhyeah!” She coos and grunts.

“Mm-hmm! Oh, god! Rrrr-fuck! This is so good! I fucking love you, Cee!”

Slowing to a stop, she sits atop his lap, his manhood buried balls-deep within her quivering loins. Her chest heaves as she pants, her fur growing damp and musky with sweat. She stares deeply into his eyes, and placing her clawed hands on his cheeks, she leans in and kisses him. As their lips part ways, she cannot help but nuzzle him.

“I fucking love you, too, Ian. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted in a man. I want to be yours. Forever.” She begins, reaching for his hands.

“You’re perfect, Cee. Absolutely perfect. You can be mine, forever, so long as I’m yours.”

“You have me. You always did. My thoughts, my heart, and now my body...” She says through heavy breaths, grabbing both of his hands and interlocking their fingers. “Now take me. Show me how much you love me! Show me how we’ll make love!” She chirps, once again rocking and swiveling her hips.

Shifting even further and leaning back on the padded bench of the Ferris wheel’s car, Ian pulls his hands away, grabs onto her broad hips and then pushes upward. He directs her to keep going and she eagerly obeys. She begins bouncing up and down, over and over again, his big, full balls plopping against her ass. Celeste’s massive but full and perky breasts jiggle, and each strike of their groins forces the air from her lungs. Plop, plop, plop, plop.

“Ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh!”

“Mmmm-yeah, Cee! Rrrr-shit! That’s a good girl!”

“Nngf-nngf! Mmm-hmmff! Ahh-yeah! Fuck me! Nngf-nngf-nngf! Fuck your girl’s pussy!” She cries out, drool running from the corner of her mouth.

She rests a clawed hand on his chest, which soon becomes glossy with sweat, while the other grabs onto the backrest of the bench seat. She grunts and groans as she bounces ferociously up and down, ramming his manhood into her tight, quivering pussy. Ian’s thighs and his testicles strike her furry ass as she works him to the best of her ability. Plop! Plop! Plop! Plop! His manhood stretches her pussy to its limit, and the length of his member reaches deep. He’s absolutely pulverizing her insides, driving her wild. She grits her teeth and snarls a little as she clutches onto him, ramming her ass down hard.

“Ooohhh-fuck, Cee! Holy shit!” He exclaims, already panting for air.

“Rrrr-rrrr-rrrr-fuck! Nngf-yeah! Hhff-hhff! Fuck my little pussy, baby! Nngf-nngf! Fuck me!”

Though his human skin sticks to the padding of the bench, the sweat beading on his flesh and the sheer force of Celeste’s bouncing and rocking begins to force him even lower; he gradually flattens atop the seat. With his hands holding onto her massive and violently jiggling breasts, he plants his feet firmly on the floor of the Ferris wheel’s car, giving himself the leverage needed. With his legs suddenly bolstered, he moves his hands away from her breasts, wraps them around to her back and pulls. Celeste begins to lean forward, responding to his silent demands. It doesn’t matter what he wants; she’ll do anything to please her new lover.

With his hands on her ass, he slows her motions, so she plants her hands on the bench, on either side of his body, while his hands move down her increasingly damp and musky fur. They caress her toned thighs before slowly returning to her plump ass cheeks. Giving her buttocks a squeeze, Ian decides that it’s time he pulled his own weight. With Celeste perched atop his lap, he begins thrusting his hips, ramming his manhood into and out of her quivering loins. Before she knows what’s happening, the pleasure overwhelms her. Her arms flail about, looking for anything closer to her core to grasp onto.

Ian doesn’t fail her, promptly taking his hands away from her perfect buttocks and grabbing onto her hands. She cannot help but smile, her lips curling at the corners of her gaping maw as he interlocks their fingers. Relinquishing all control to her lover, she turns her eyes down, watching the stern, almost pained expression on his face as he rams himself home, where he’s always belonged. The carnal pleasure pushes Celeste into near unconsciousness, but it’s his passion that really shoves her over the edge. It’s more than either of them can stand, and soon she feels a burning in her loins. It moves from her womanhood and courses throughout her entire body, moving like bolts of lightning, until she’s thoroughly enveloped by it.

How can this be?! Her pleasure is already nearly at its peak! Within minutes, Ian brings her to orgasm, and she bites her bottom lip to keep from screaming. With her arms and legs shaking, her entire body nearly vibrating, she closes her eyes, throws her head back and whimpers through what is perhaps the most powerful orgasm of her life.

“MMMHH!!! MMMHHMMMFF!!!”

“Rrrr-shit! God, that little pussy just got tighter!”

“Ifuh... Yersodahm... Ohhmyfuhken... Ahh!” She squeals, failing to speak even a single word.

As Ian pulls at her hands, Celeste’s already weakening body collapses. She falls forward, her big, furry breasts plopping against his sweaty chest. She wriggles her hands from side to side, as if shaking him off, but only so that she can cling to his shoulders. With his lover completely under his control, he returns his hands to her perfect buttocks, gripping a plump cheek with each hand and using them as additional leverage to thrust his member even harder and deeper.

“Ooh-god! Mmmm-fuck! Oh, Cee! You feel so good, baby!”

“Mmmffhhmmff!”

The pleasure is indescribable and her eyes once again begin to roll back into her head. She trembles as she feels the waves cascading over her body, her exquisite form ceaselessly convulsing. The rapturous pleasure opens her up even more, her heart now his for the taking, as if it wasn’t already. Somehow, as she lay over him, accepting his manhood into her loins as if that was her sole purpose in life, she can feel her strength returning. Is she finally adapting to him?

“Nngf-nngf! Ahh-god! Nngf, you’re so, nngf, fucking hung, nngf, and so, nngf, good at, nngf, fucking my, nngf-nngf, tight little pussy! Ahh-yeah!” She exclaims in between grunts of pleasure.

“Rrrr-rrrr! Mmmm-fuck! Oh god, baby! I’m gonna cum! Nngf-rrrr-shit! You’re gonna make me cum!”

“Ahh-yeah?! Do it! Nngf-nngf! Fucking do it! Nngf! Cum in me!” She cries out, startling even herself.

“Nngf-nngf-rrrr-yeah! I’m gonna! Nngf-nngf! I’m! RrrrrrRRRR! HHHNNNNNGG!!!”

He winces and snarls, gritting his teeth and arching his back as he finally lets go. His testicles begin to rise as it finally happens. Jet after powerful jet shoots through his throbbing manhood, filling Celeste’s taut body with thick and molten hot gobs of his potent semen. It fills her womanhood, which is already stretched to the limits, flowing through her cervix and flooding her fertile uterus with more cum than she even knew a man could have. In retrospect, for as large as his genitals are, she probably shouldn’t be so surprised. Several ounces of cum flood her body, filling every crease and gap, desperately attempting to escape to confines of her loins.

“Mmmm-yeah! Nngf-nngf-nnnyaaAAHHH!!!” She screams into his neck, trying to hide her cries of pleasure.

Pushed over the edge by the feeling of his potent cum, her previous orgasm returns in cascading waves. It’s overwhelming, how much she enjoys this. Her eyes bulge as she squeals into his neck, her hands gripping tightly to his sides as her arms and legs shake. She can hardly stand the pleasure as clear, steaming hot liquid spews from her quivering pussy, spurting from around the human’s penis.

“AHHGHAAHD!!!” She screams into the seat, just behind his head, her entire body convulsing with untold pleasure. “OHMAHFUHKINGAHD!”

With his hands on her ass and his feet on the floor, he shoves his member as deep as it’ll go, his balls pressing into her buttocks as they drain themselves into her supple body. By the seventh blast of cum, which cascades over her insides and quenches the fire within her loins, Celeste can feel it trying to escape. It seeps past the bulbous head of Ian’s penis before slowly streaming along his shaft and oozing out of her vagina. It has nowhere else to go, as he’s filled her uterus to capacity. To call this feeling pleasurable would be an understatement; Celeste is in ecstasy.

“Ohmahgahd! Ohfuckenshiht!” She pants, once again slurring her words.

“RRRrrrrrr! Mmmmm-fuuuuck...” Ian groans, his body abruptly going limp.

“Ahhgahd! Ahhfuhk! ... NNNnnnnn! Hhff-hhff! Oh, baby!” She gulps, finally regaining the power of speech. “Damn, Ian! Hhff-hhff-hhff! How does anyone have that much cum!”

“You saw my balls.” He softly chuckles.

“Yeah. Hhff-hhff. But I guess, hhff-hhff, I didn’t realize, hhff-hhff, that they weren’t just for show.” She smirks, speaking softly between pants for air.

“Mmmm-nope.” He coos, his hands softly petting both her lower back and buttocks. “They’re definitely full, or at least they were.”

“Hehehe! Hhff-hhff! You’re welcome.” She flashes a toothy grin.

Celeste slowly straightens her back, gradually lifting herself up. Straddling her lover, she looks down at the human, her clawed hands on his chest. She can feel his seed seeping out of her loins, and glances down only to get an eyeful. With a big, open-mouthed grin, she reaches behind herself and gently curls her fingers, cupping his impressive testicles one at a time.

“You’re right. They were full. They’re not as heavy as before, and that’s saying something!” She giggles.

“Yeah.” He smirks, his eyes scanning her voluptuous form.

“Mmmm... You really stretched me out, baby. My little pussy never had a dick like that before, and all that cum! You even made me squirt!!! No one’s ever done that before, baby! I didn’t even know I could!” She chirps, leaning forward and nuzzling his face with her snout.

“You’re welcome.” He quips.

Celeste cannot help but giggle, snuggling with her new lover and basking in his warmth. With her clawed fingers curling and gently scratching his sweaty body, she leaves countless red streaks. Meanwhile, Ian caresses the damp fur of her exquisite form, his nose buried in her furry shoulder as he nuzzles her with his pointy, human nose. Celeste is so beautiful, so tender, so bubbly and so welcoming. Even her musk radiates femininity and draws him in. She’s a goddess, a woman as vibrant, as beautiful and as loving as the angels. She’s everything he’s always wanted, and the fact that he has her is even more overwhelming than the carnal act they’d just performed.

As his hands stroke her sides and hips, his eyes turn down, looking upon her slowly wagging tail. The bushy, dog-like appendage shows her delight as much as her coos, her nuzzles and her arms, which are now wrapped around his neck. He can see her perky buttocks as she straddles him, and feels her mountainous breasts smooshed against his chest, but the view is limited. She giggles as he tickles her sides and responds by wiggling her ass, rubbing his manhood as its jostled around, inside of her taut loins. That’s when it finally hits him. His eyes widen with horror, just as Celeste lifts her body off of him and slowly begins to rise.

As she does, taking out inch after inch, he bears witness to his own semen coating his member like a thin film. Shivering with delight, his lover falters; her knees buckle and she drops herself down. His balls plop against her butt and their thighs rub together as she rapidly sheaths his penis inside of her taut loins. White ooze is forced out, a little spurt of cum escaping from her pussy, right at the top of his shaft, which is the most accommodating portion. As she wriggles about, almost as if she were having a mini-orgasm, her nether lips smear his potent seed all over his shaft and groin, even covering her clitoris, which rubs against his smooth flesh.

“Oh, god...”

“Hehe! Still coming down from it, baby?”

Looking down, she sees the look on his face and becomes concerned.

“Baby? Ian? What’s wrong?!”

“I came in you...” He says, covering his face with both hands and deeply exhaling.

“Mmm-yeah...” She coos, leaning even further forward and pressing her large, perky breasts against his chest. “It was wonderful!” She adds, loving kissing his exposed cheek.

“No. I mean, yeah, it was, but I came in you! Is that safe?!” He asks, taking his hands from his face and looking to her.

“Oh, that! Don't worry about it, baby.” She replies, before tenderly kissing his lips.

“Oh! I didn’t know you’re on birth control.”

“I’m not. I was always kind of scared to get on it, but I’ll take care of it! Don’t worry about it!”

“You’d do that for me?!” He asks, rather surprised by her willingness.

“Mhm! I can take a couple pills. Anything for you.”

“Aww!”

Slipping his arms around her body, he holds her close and nuzzles her for a moment. She happily hums, closing her eyes and grinning from cheek to cheek as she rests her face against his.

“Besides, after sex like that, I wouldn’t dare try to squeeze him into a condom. Even if I did find one that fits you, you’d probably tear it up anyway.” She says with a little chuckle.

“Maybe. I did go at it pretty hard, huh?” He asks, proudly patting her butt.

“Hehe! Yeah, and I wouldn’t ever ask you to put your cum anywhere else but inside my hungry little pussy. Seems kind of sacrilegious.” She adds, kissing his face while wiggling her hips from side to side, moving his still rock-hard cock around, inside of her stretched loins. “Consider me your personal semen storage receptacle!”

“Wow...” Ian snorts, slowly shaking his head.

“What?!” She pulls her head back and looks into his eyes.

“I never realized you were so naughty!”

“Only with you, baby.” She coos, giving him a loving kiss.

“Really?”

“Mhm!”

With a soft groan of mixed pleasure and soreness, Celeste shakily rises from his lap. As soon as the bulbous head of his large cock pops out of her stretched pussy, a huge gob containing several ounces of cum oozes from her loins. Meanwhile, Ian’s heavy manhood plops loudly against his belly, causing him to jolt. Successfully cupping most of his cum with her hands, Celeste promptly licks them clean. The erotic but startling sight makes her human lover flush, his eyes growing wide. Once her hands are clean, she slides over on the padded bench seat, leans over his crotch and begins to lap up his cum like an animal, licking all over his belly and groin before tending to his penis and even licking his balls.

She coos as she drags her pink tongue all over his flesh, slurping up his potent seed as if it was candy. The mere sight of the Voeldahn indulging in his semen keeps his manhood throbbing, while the sensation makes him eager for another round. Her hand slowly stroking his girthy shaft also doesn’t help matters. He cannot help but grin from cheek to cheek as he watches her ingesting the cum that, only a few moments ago, was still inside of her womanhood. However, recalling her words suddenly makes him feel a tinge of guilt. It takes him a moment before he even understands why.

“Mmm... You’re so delicious.” She coos, winking as she gazes up at him.

“Oh, damn...” He closes his eyes and sighs.

“It’s okay, baby. I said I’d take some morning after pills. I’ll even get on birth control for you, if that’s what you want! We don’t have to have babies until we’re both ready. Promise! I won’t trap you.” She says, holding up a hand as though making a pledge. “... But I do want kids someday...”

“I know, Cee, but that’s not what’s worrying me.”

“Oh? Then what is?” She asks, cocking her head.

“It’s just... What we did...” He murmurs while wearing a frown.

Her face sinks, her tail ceases its wagging and her ears droop. She looks devastated, and her eyes become glossy.

“Do... Do you regret me?” She asks with a whimper.

“No! Of course not!” He exclaims, bolting upright.

“Oh! Good!” She grins from cheek to cheek, her bushy tail once again wagging vigorously.

“I could never regret you, Cee! Never!”

“Aww! I don’t regret you, either!”

“I want you. I want to be with you.” He continues.

“And I want to be with you, too!” She chirps.

“But I think there’s something we really need to do first...”

“Huh? ... Oh! Oh... Yeah... We probably should take care of that, huh?” She replies, rubbing a furry finger against her bottom lip, finally understanding his concern.

He nods his head, then leans in and kisses her on the lips, his hand cupping her chin. Taking the initiative, Ian places a call while sitting naked on the bench seat. As Celeste casually gets dressed and watches him, he breaks up with Megan over the phone. To Celeste’s surprise, Megan doesn’t even seem all that upset about it. She asks him why, only to hear his reasoning - a lack of love and care - and simply replies with “Okay.” Ending the call, Ian turns to her and smiles.

“I guess that’s that! Where’s my underwear?”

“Wow... I would’ve thrown a shit-fit if you tried to leave me like that.” She remarks, passing him his clothes.

“Yeah, like that’s ever going to happen.” He chuckles.

“Oh?” She flashes a little grin as she fastens her bra.

Pulling up his pants, Ian turns to her. With a long, stern stare, his demeanor entirely changes. Reaching out a hand, he lovingly strokes her cheek.

“I’ve loved you from afar for years, Cee. Now that we’re together, I’ll never leave you... Never.” He assures her, taking hold of her hand.

“Aww! I love you, too! I’m so excited to do this! Is that bad?” She turns to him.

“I don’t think so. Dave doesn’t treat you right. You might as well end it and be with someone who will.” He assures her, resting a hand on her leg and gently rubbing her.

“Yeah, you’re right... Okay! Here we go!” She chirps, flashing an innocent smile.

Just as she had done, Ian collects the rest of his clothes and gets dressed while watching as Celeste places her own phone call. To Ian’s shock, Dave doesn’t seem too broken up about it. Unlike Megan, Dave doesn’t even ask for a reason. He seems unusually accepting of the breakup. Even without prompting, Celeste cannot help but add, briefly explaining that she doesn’t feel loved or wanted for anything more than her body. Dave simply replies with “fair enough.” With a furled brow and an angry growl, she hangs up the phone.

“What an asshole.” Ian says, slowly shaking his head.

“Yeah... Good riddance...” She grumbles, glaring at the floor.

“It’s okay, Cee. You have me.”

“Yeah? Is that so?” She turns toward him and smiles.

“Hell yes, that’s so!”

“Uh-huh... But isn’t there something else we need to do, now?” She asks, her brow softening as she cutely bats her eyelashes.

“Huh? ... Oh!”

With a soft chuckle, he slides off of the bench seat and turns toward her. Taking her hands in his, he drops down to a knee and stares deeply into her eyes. They share a quiet moment. She cutely nibbles on her bottom lip as she waits for the words.

“Celeste... Will you be my girlfriend?”

“I don’t know... I’m kind of seeing this guy.” She begins.

“You don’t say?” He raises a brow.

“Uh-huh! I mean, we don’t see each other much, but the sex was great, that one time we had it.”

“Really!” He chuckles.

“Mhm! He’s very sweet, too. I kind of hate to leave him.”

“Come on, Cee. For real. Be my girlfriend.” He says, giving her hand a soft squeeze.

“Of course, I’ll be your girlfriend!” She exclaims, throwing her arms around his neck and giving him a big hug. “Oh, I’m so happy!”

“Me too, babe.” He speaks softly, nuzzling her face and tenderly rubbing her back.

After finally letting go, the new couple relax on the padded bench. With his back pressed into the corner, she leans against his chest, tucking herself beneath his arm. Glancing over to a window, Ian flips the latch and pushes it open. The windows don’t open far, for obvious safety reasons. A gentle breeze blows through the small crack at the bottom of the window, both cooling the somewhat steamy car and giving them some fresh air.

“This really is a wonderful view.” She says with a little sigh, staring out of the window.

“Yeah...” He replies, his eyes focused on her face. “It is.”

“Okay!” The man with the megaphone calls up. “So, we fixed the gears and now we’re about to put on the new belt. In about... Fifteen minutes, you’ll all be down! ... Probably!”

“That’s reassuring.” Ian murmurs.

“So, what do you want to do after this?” She turns to her new boyfriend.

“Well, I could buy you dinner.”

“Shouldn’t that come before sex?” She smirks.

“Dessert?” He shrugs his shoulders.

“Mmm... In that case, you should take me back to your place.” She coos.

“Yeah?” He perks up, his smile growing wider.

“Mhm! I need to figure out where I’m going to be putting some of my clothes, anyway.”

“True!”

A short time later, the motor of the old Ferris wheel begins to hum. With a sharp jolt, Celeste gasps and clings to Ian’s arms, which remain wrapped around her slender waist. The wheel spins slowly, stopping so that the operator can free each car’s passengers. Grumbling patrons dart away in groups of two to four, eager to be rid of the archaic contraption. By the time it’s their turn, the car has completely aired out and their sweat has long since dried, though the familiar scent of sex clings to her fur and his flesh. The operator, however, doesn’t seem to notice as they dart away. Clinging to her human plushie with one hand and her lover with the other, she follows him as he leads her to the parking lot.

“Oh! Did you take your car? I wouldn’t want to leave it here.” He suddenly asks.

“Uh-uh!” She shakes her head.

“Then how did you get here? Public transportation?” He raises a brow.

“I walked.”

“Walked?! From where?!”

“Uptown.”

“That far?! But you passed the south side, and that’s a bad area!”

“Yeah, I know. Sometimes guys watch me for a little too long when I go through there.” She speaks softly, visibly concerned. “It was just such a nice day out, and I don’t get to exercise like I used to.”

“Wow... Well, I’m sure as hell driving you home! In fact, you may just want to move in with me, where me and my gun collection can keep you safe!” He boasts.

“Hehe! Well, my lease is up in a few months. Maybe I’ll take you up on that offer?” She coos, pressing herself into his chest.

“It’s an open offer, Cee. You’ll always have a place at my... Place.”

“Hehe! Aww!” She nuzzles his face and kisses his cheek. “Such a sweetie!”

“Also, if you want to exercise then we can get a gym membership. I could use a motivational workout partner.”

“Oh! Sounds like fun!”

She flashes a toothy grin. Already, Ian is proving to be a more considerate and caring partner than her past boyfriends ever were. Just the way that he holds her hand makes her day feel brighter and warmer. Making their way to the parking lot, she stops in her tracks and smiles.

“Still driving that same car?”

“Sure am!” He chirps.

Taking out a remote and pressing a button, the scissor doors slowly open as the sporty, orange vehicle awakens.

“It’s dependable and I keep it clean.”

“I just thought maybe it would be different now, after so long.”

“Nah! I used all of my money to get a nice house.” He replies, escorting her toward the passenger’s seat. “After you, babe.”

“Such a gentleman!”

After Celeste slips into the bucket seat of his hovercar, Ian quickly darts around the front of the vehicle and climbs in. The doors automatically close as the car begins to lift off of the ground.

“Are you sure you don’t want any food? The skyway’ll be clear this time of day; we could get take-out.”

“Don’t you still cook?” She asks with a softened brow and a little whimper.

“Of course I do! It’s cheaper and healthier, but I just thought...”

“I remember you were pretty good at it!” Her smile returns.

“Aww, thanks, Cee!”

“Take me to your house, Ian. We can figure the rest out when we get there.” She smiles, resting a clawed hand on his forearm.

“Alrighty!” He chirps.

As he begins to fly toward the designated sky roads, following the floating buoys, Celeste looks back at the fair, constructed from salvaged parts as part of a historical project. The Living History Fairgrounds was always a lovely place, but the machinery is certainly showing its age. This time, however, that worked in her favor. Now she has a new boyfriend, and as she looks to him, watching him drive her to his home, she’s certain she’s made the right decision. She’s loved Ian for some time - her other boyfriends were always a means of finding another Ian - but now that they’re together, their lives will be so much happier. Sitting back in the seat, she glances out of the window, at the rapidly shrinking Ferris wheel.

“I wonder what the fairs on Earth look like.” She remarks.

“I don’t know. Maybe we should take a trip there, sometime?”

“Have you ever been to Earth?” She turns to him.

“Nope. I’m a Mars boy, born and bred!” He chirps.

“Yeah, me too.”

“You’re a boy?!” He feigns a horrified gasp.

“Hehe! No, smartass. You know what I mean!”

“I’m just teasing.”

“Uh-huh.”

“You know how it is. The classic boyfriend poking fun at his girl.”

“Mmm... Poking.” She flashes a sinister grin. “I like it when you poke me, boyfriend.”

“Is that so, girlfriend?”

“Oh, yeah... Just don’t confuse me with a guy again.” She giggles. “I might be inclined to take offense, and then I’d have to punish you.” She coos, gently raking his beard with her yellow painted claws.

“Hey, if any man looked like you... I’m just sayin’!”

“... Alright, stud. You’d better get me back to your place for ‘dessert’, before I change my mind.” She says with a cocky grin.

“Yes, ma’am!”