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Halitzer adjusted his dress shirt, smoothing it over for what must’ve been the fiftieth time, and what felt like the thousandth as he knocked on the door. He was in the warrens. Some called that a derogatory word, but it seemed far better to just call it that than the “housing sections for murinefolk and similarly short creatures” as oft-appeared on the paperwork. Mindy always called it the warrens anyway. Halitzer was in a hallway so short he needed to stoop, choosing to bend his knees so he could keep his back and neck straight. The air smelled of some strange, overwhelming chemical detergent, and Halitzer idly wondered how Mindy even survived these hallways. She was always complaining or remarking about some smell. Mostly his, even if he couldn’t get a whiff of it when she mentioned it.

The door opened and Mindy was dressed, to put it bluntly, terribly. She was in a large black shirt and nothing else, her fur surprisingly neatly-combed considering her abysmal dress. Her ears flushed a bit and she looked around, then grabbed Halitzer by the arm and pulled him inside. Her home wasn’t any taller than the hallways but at least it smelled nicer. It was Mindy’s scent. Inside, things were intensely, but haphazardly decorated. Mindy didn’t seem to have much skill at internal décor. The cramped space was mostly dominated by a couch and shelves, with a battered old television and a surprisingly-antique looking video game console sitting in a corner. Halitzer couldn’t see the walls, posters for various bands, comic books and movies older than she was affixed to every square inch available. A rather dirty stove, sink, a large series of cupboards and a small fridge were jammed off into the other side of the room, and a small window at around his chest height looked out over the space, providing a scant amount of natural light. It occurred to Halitzer there wasn’t a bed here. Just a couch and a kitchen. Halitzer walked over to the couch and placed the bag he was holding on a small coffee table next to it, careful not to disturb the console controllers.

“Something wrong, Hally?” Mindy said, “you haven’t said a thing!”

Halitzer blinked a bit, then planted his hand on Mindy’s head, rubbing her ear and feeling it get warmer, flushing even more. He made his way over to the couch and sat down, grateful he didn’t need to stoop anymore. Mindy sat down next to him, looking up at him and draping her tail across his lap.

“Did you have a plan before dinner?” Halitzer asked, “or did you just want to go get something to eat?”

“We could watch a movie,” Mindy said, “may as well do it here. Actually, we should do everything here.”

“Really? You don’t want to get out?”

“Well, all my clothes are in the wash right now, so uh… I don’t think I can go out and about. I keep making wet spots in all my pants, so I went through it all faster than I thought.”

“After that strip show in the lab yest-“

“That was for you only!” Mindy squeaked a bit, balling her hands into fists, her ears flushing cherry-red. She then blinked and started giggling nervously, while Halitzer turned to face her a bit more, concerned.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to-“

“N-no, no, no, you’re all good. I uh… look, that was… that was only for you, okay? I don’t mess around with anyone else or anything else. That was all… your eyes only.”

His eyes only? Halitzer looked up at the ceiling, noticing the irregular paint and the small, old light sitting in the center of the room. His eyes turned to the window, with its impressive view of a parking lot, and then back to the games console sitting on the shelf.

“Why my eyes?” Halitzer asked. He wondered how her ears could possibly get any redder.

“Well, I, uh, you, y’know, uh… like, um…” Mindy started to speak, but she kept stammering and squeaking, nose twitching and ears folding a bit on her head. Halitzer sighed and patted her on the shoulder.

“Maybe later? We can just… stay in, I suppose. I’ll cook,” Halitzer said, getting up and then hitting his head on the ceiling with a dull thud. He then ducked back down, rubbing the top of his head and groaning.

Mindy darted off to the fridge and grabbed a pack of ice cubes, handing it over to Halitzer wordlessly. He put it on his head and then sat back on the couch, looking up.

“Ugh… thanks,” Halitzer said, “say, where’s the bathroom?”

“It’s at the end of the hall. It’s a big installation, there’s five toilets and showers in it.”

“They’re communal?”

“For each floor, yeah.”

“How many people are on any floor?”

“About a hundred and fifty.”

Halitzer didn’t even want to think about that, and he instead slumped over on the couch, realizing it was barely big enough to hold him as he lay on his back. He looked up at the ceiling.

“I don’t handle your payroll, but-“

“It’s fine! It’s fine, don’t worry about a thing,” Mindy said quickly, stumbling over her words, “look, I’m really sorry you had to deal with all of this. Mind telling me what that idea you had was? You know, you sort of mentioned it and then dropped it.”

“Well,” Halitzer said slowly, “I’d rather talk about it after dinner. But has your heat gotten any better?”

“I think I’m on the tail end of it. I’m feeling a lot clearer. Anyway, uh, how’re we going to handle things in the lab from here on out?”

Halitzer shrugged, “we can keep doing what we’re doing, but I want to talk about something other than work.”

Mindy suddenly grabbed Halitzer by the arm, dragging him down and staring into his eyes, shock and terror plain on her face.

“What are you, and what have you done with Hally?” she asked, her voice trembling. Half a second passed before she started to laugh, a high, squeaking noise, her nose scrunching up and her glasses falling from her head with the motion. She didn’t even bother picking them up, too amused at her own joke.

Halitzer laughed along too, but Mindy slowly got up off of him, heading over to the television set. She grabbed two controllers and rapidly flicked the console on, handing things off to Halitzer. He looked down at it. The controllers were wired directly to the console, and they seemed incredibly battered. He distantly remembered seeing these… when? Ten years ago? No, it must’ve been older than that. It wasn’t using disks, Halitzer noticed a shelf covered in game cartridges right next to the television. It must’ve been at least twenty years old, or older.

“You like older things?” Halitzer asked.

“You calling yourself old?”

Halitzer felt old. He was twenty-nine but felt old. He didn’t say that out loud, simply shrugging.

“Most of this stuff looks older than you,” he said back.

“Well, they don’t make it like they used to,” Mindy said, sitting down on Halizter’s lap and wiggling her hips against his crotch, tail wrapping around his side as she leaned back, resting her head on his shoulder. Halitzer wrapped a hand around her, planting it on her chest and slowly kneading it.

“Mindy, you’re getting weirdly political and this is our first date.”

“Look, I’ve gotta talk about all this, I never get the chance. Mind just humoring me for a second?”

“Fine,” Halitzer said, slumping his shoulders. May as well get the ugly part of the relationship over immediately.

“It’s because it all got too big, y’know. Back in the day, this was small stuff. Made it for niche audiences. Now everything’s corporate, watered-down. All the same, lowest common denominator stuff. C’mon, can you even tell the latest movies apart anymore?”

“I guess that’s true,” Halitzer admitted, “although-“

Mindy spread her legs a bit and then sighed dramatically at her own statement, then rolled her eyes.

“I bet you don’t even watch movies or play games. Do you dream of methyltransferase?”

Halitzer didn’t verbally respond, instead placing the controller down and placing his other hand on her stomach, ticking her pudgy midsection. She started to giggle, and then he slipped his hand down a little further, rubbing against her already-wet slit.

“I…” Halitzer said, then stopped, trying to figure out a joke. Eventually, he pulled his hand away from her crotch, picking up the controlled again, “…wanted to make a sex joke about methyltransferases, but was completely blanking on how to make a punchline.”

Mindy whined, grabbing Halitzer’s wrist and holding his hand against her stomach. She then rolled her eyes, sitting on his lap and booting the game up.

“Alright, you know what? I’m still a little messed up from heat,” she said, rubbing her hips against his, “if you win, you can fuck me. If I win, I fuck you.”

“What even is this game?”

“Fable Kings Two. The best one. Every one after this one just got worse,” Mindy said, “you know, games just got worse since this one came out. Well, movies, books, games, music, everything just got worse,” she sighed and shrugged her shoulders.

“How long does a game last?”

“About three hours. It’s pretty quick for a 4X but you know. It’s still a turn-based 4X.”

“You can stay off of me for that long?”

“Eh, barely.”

“We should get snacks,” Halitzer said.

Mindy got up off of his lap and went over to the kitchen, raising her voice, “but yeah, it sucks that all the games now suck!”

Halitzer unbuttoned his dress shirt and pants, slowly getting up and making his way to the kitchen. “Survivorship bias plays a role. You only remember the good ones, and forget all the garbage. All the music sucked on the radio ten years ago too, except for the two or three good songs we remember.”

The two of them continued talking about old media for a while, as the two looked through her food. She had what looked like half her body weight in peanut butter sitting next to numerous bags of flour, potatoes, rice, canned beans, and similar cheap, durable foodstuffs. A large sleeve of chocolate cookies seemed like the most expensive thing she held. A different cupboard had bowls, measuring cups, a whisk that seemed like it had been nibbled on slightly, a cutting board and knives, all haphazardly arranged. After some deliberation, Halitzer grabbed the cookies.

“Y’know, that’s the best and worst part about you. Everything’s statistics, data, science. Just admit it: things were better back then, before like three companies owned every entertainment platform.”

“I didn’t know you baked,” Halitzer said, looking over at the flour she had, “maybe we can make something while we wait?”

“Bread, then getting bred?”

Halitzer rolled his eyes and got to work with it all, trying to steer the conversation somewhere better. Eventually the two of them started discussing old science fiction novels, with Halitzer being nostalgic and Mindy being more of an antiquarian about things. The cooking went well enough, even if Halitzer bumped his head on the ceiling every now and then when trying to stretch his back out. Eventually, the two of them retired to the couch to play the game, Mindy sitting on Halitzer’s lap, her pants already off and her pussy slowly dripping her arousal all over his lap, leaving a steadily spreading wet spot. Halitzer tried to play, but Mindy had clearly spent far more time on the game and wasn’t exactly in a forgiving mood. Her victory was equal parts swift and inevitable. As soon as the game ended though, Halitzer grabbed Mindy, holding her down and keeping her from moving, pinning her to his lap.

“Hey! I won, I get to-“ she started to shout, before Halitzer gently bit down on her ear, and she was cut off with a surprised and lusty squeak. He felt her ear flush in his mouth, and slowly moved one of his hands up to her chest, kneading it slowly, peeling her shirt off of her. She tried to struggle, to assert dominance, but he held her firm, his other hand wrapping around her stomach and keeping her pinned.

“Remember when I said I had an idea?” Halitzer asked, gently squeezing her chest “yesterday, on the tail end of our little experiment?”

Mindy started to pant, spreading her legs wider and leaning back against him, closing her eyes and biting her lower lip, her tail curling around his thigh.

“Well, what did you have in mind?”

Halitzer reached back over to the coffee table and opened the bag, pulling out a thermos and a funnel. He held the things in front of Mindy, and then gently pulled her panties to a side with his other hand.

“With our first little experiment, do you remember what you said to me?”

“’Oh… fuck?’”

Halitzer rolled his eyes, pinching her nipple as punishment.

“Before that. You’d said I wasn’t looking at the ‘whole picture.’ Then… I wasn’t in the mood much, but just looking at you… I immediately bent you over and-“

“Look, I just made that shit up to get plowed, okay? Don’t look at me!” Mindy’s ears were cherry red and her pussy was dripping a constant stream of her juices.

Halitzer felt his dick straining against his pants and his breathing was speeding up, and he knew he only had, at most, a few minutes to explain before he shoved her into the couch and fucked her stupid. He took a breath in.

“But you were correct! I think that we’re looking at our research the wrong way. You see, we’ve been focused on monotherapies but the issue is, we’ve been having so many side-effects or ineffective results. We were focusing on the penis, but, I think we should’ve focused on the brain.”

“What!? Neuropharmacology? How would we be selective for-“

Halitzer then placed his hand over her pussy, rubbing her clit in a little circle and placing the thermos and funnel beneath her, letting her juices spurt into the container. She looked back up at him, and in that instant, she understood.

“Y-you… want to… f-fuck…”

“How do I say this sexily… hmm… I’m studying your vaginal secretions to identify the active principles, with the long-term goal of synthesizing and perfecting a neurologically focused treatment for erectile dysfunction, anorgasmia, and low sex drive.”

“T-that was the least sexy way to-“

Halitzer pressed two fingers into Mindy’s pussy, pumping back and forth at a moderate pace. He found himself nipping her ear, pulling her deeper into his lap and trying to angle the thermos to catch as much of her leaking juices as he could. Mindy stopped making any noise or effort to resist, instead tipping her head back, going limp, and biting her lower lip, spreading her legs wider and taking slow, deep breaths through her nose and out through her mouth, squeaking, swearing, and moaning with every little motion. After a while, Halitzer pressed a third finger inside, and Mindy let out a much louder squeak, tensing up around him with a sudden spurt of her juices.

As soon as she came, Halitzer picked up the thermos and sealed it. Pulling his pants down and letting his length spring free, he picked her up, then placed her straight down on his dick, forcing himself deep inside. She shuddered and let out a low moan, as he bucked his hips up into her, a little bit lightheaded. He bit down harder on her ear, but she let out a squeak of pain and he stopped.

“Are you okay?” He asked.

“E-easy on that, doc…”

Halitzer kissed her ear, and didn’t bite it again. It wasn’t bleeding or damaged, but with how flushed she was, it made sense she was a bit more sensitive than normal. Once he was sure she was okay, he started bucking his hips back into her again, letting her thick form bounce on his length. One hand went to her stomach, the other wrapping around her breast. He closed his eyes and let the wet, tight feeling of her twitching, desperate lower lips take him, a constant puddle of her juices seeping into his groin and underwear.

Mindy tried to move a bit, but couldn’t generate any force, her legs simply spreading further, head pitching back, eyes losing focus. Her tail limply hung off to the side, any form of resistance to this treatment having left her body. Aside from squeaks, moans, and the occasional stammered utterance of his name, she was happy to passively accept the treatment.

Halitzer sped up, insistent on finishing swiftly. Bouncing her a bit further, he soon reached his limit, letting out a weak and satisfied groan as pleasure took over and he came inside. Letting her go and wiping some sweat off of his forehead, he looked down at her. She stayed where she sat, Halitzer's cum slowly oozing out of her pussy, mingling with her juices to form a wet puddle on his lap.

“So, I think the experiment is-“

“Shut up, Hally, that’s my line,” Mindy said, tongue hanging out of her mouth. Halitzer rolled his eyes and placed his hand back onto her clit, placing the thermos back beneath her.

“Just for that, I’m milking you until you can’t even talk.”

Mindy looked up at him and smiled wide.

“Do you want me to talk back more?~”