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Act 1: The Man from Station Heights

“Wh... what?"

“You heard me. You've been working too much, Oswald."

A boring desk job. He went through... how many years of college? Four? No, five. He went through five years of college, just to land a boring desk job. A boring desk job at Gold Star Inc. yes... but a boring desk job nonetheless.

Oswald Winters. A young man at the age of 27, he was tall, with dark skin, sharp brown eyes, black hair that was always neatly groomed back, a goatee on his chin, and a cool, almost indifferent demeanor. In the halls of his office, he could always be found glued to his computer screen; never a hair out of line. Working... working... working...

All around him were gray panel walls. The windows' blinders were slightly open allowing the sun to peer in, he could hear Dana and Lance casually talking at the water cooler, and all around him, the whirring of computers and clicking of keyboards could be heard echoing out. But before him – at the entrance to his cubicle – was a feline woman.

She was older than him by ten or so years, with black fur, long black hair tied back in a ponytail, and olive eyes.

“Section Chief Jessica...?" Oswald muttered as the feline's eyes tightened around him, “I... I'm sorry, did I hear you correctly?"

“Yes. Yes you did," the feline replied, “You've been working too hard, Oswald. I've checked your files, and you've barely used your days off. The only days you spend off from work are holidays that require you to stay home, such as Christmas or Thanksgivings. Otherwise, you're always here."

“I... well..." he looked down, “Umm... uh..."

“Oooh... this is bad for us," said Jessica as she rubbed the side of her head, “HR has been getting on our cases whenever we don't make our workers take their days off. Working too much for too long will take its toll on you, and we don't want to be liable for that. Sooooo..." she leered at him, “I've been sent to tell you to take a vacation."

“I have to take a va... ahh..." he rubbed the side of his head, “This is ridiculous. I have to take a vacation? Can't I save it for later?"

“You've been saving your vacations too much. It's why we're in this predicament..." Jessica muttered with a dismissive wave of her hand, “While we appreciate your hard work, for your health and the sake of our business, you are to take a vacation, Oswald. When you're done with work today..." she stepped back, “Please, don't come to work tomorrow."

“But uh... haah..." he palmed his face, “Me... all I do is work. What will I even do? Where will I even go?"

“You're a young man, Oswald," Jessica answered, “There's hundreds of things you could do. Just ask my son; he can barely focus on his classes," walking off, she waved her hand again, “See you in a week, Mr. Winter..."

“Haaaah..."

He turned around, facing his computer screen once again.

“Just my life..."

…

Is it possible for one to be told off for working too hard? Oswald didn't think so... until today, that is.

He was a simple man... perhaps to a fault. He wakes up, he goes to work. He works. He goes home. He sleeps. Rinse and repeat, first thing in the morning. For some, that's to be expected. Men work hard, trying to better the lives of themselves and those they love. For others, a life of work is not a life worth living. For Oswald...? It was kind of...

Eh...?

Station Heights wasn't a bustling metropolis. If you wanted 'bustling metropolis' head down south a few miles and you'd end up at Oceanside, which very much was a populated city... if you were rich enough to afford it, that is. No, no, Station Heights was Oceanside's more... affordable younger brother. It wasn't a glamorous west coast city, instead being populated mostly by office buildings and apartment complexes. Though Station Beach was a popular venue for those looking to relax after a day's long work.

The same couldn't be said for Oswald.

Traveling to work was long and tiring. Traveling home from work, even more so.

He emerged on the sidewalk, walking over a hill with a backpack slung on his shoulders. Before him was his home: a simple, small, and most importantly cheap apartment complex that was nestled between other, larger apartments. How small? Well, it only went up two stories, and had 16 rooms on its floor plan. It wasn't really a place a person was supposed to live at for more than a year, maybe two at max.

Well... unless your name is Oswald! Because he's lived here for four years. That's long enough for--

“Ah! My favorite tenet! Hello, Mr. Winters!"

The landlord to know him well.

Oswald took only one step up the stairs towards his home, only to stop when he was called out to. Turning around, his eyes befell an old dog, one with graying hair and fur that was once blond some few decades ago. That didn't stop this old, portly canine from sporting a wide grin that spread from cheek to cheek.

“Good evening, Mr. Donner," said Oswald, a tired sigh leaving his lips.

“Hey, hey! Don't sound too down!" said the dog, “You're far too young to be so down and tired. Sighing all the time... heh!" he shook his head as he stepped forward, his hand raising up to reveal a slice of pie, “Came to give this to ya, sonny! The wife baked some pie, and wanted to share it with ya, since she knows you just got off from work."

Oswald looked down to the slice of pie, wondering if he should deny it... only to suddenly be interrupted by his growling stomach. Yeah, after work, he went straight home, figuring he'd order something in after taking a shower. Guess he was hungrier than he originally believed.

“Um... thanks, Mr. Donner," Oswald said as he took the apple pie, “And tell Mrs. Donner I said thanks too."

“Oh gosh... you're so dry, Ozzie!" Mr. Donner said with a laugh, “I just said you're too young to be so down! In fact..." he leaned in, “You're lookin' a bit more down than usual."

“Uhh... well... I just got told by my boss that I need to take a vacation so..." he shrugged his shoulders, “I guess I'll be staying in my apartment for a week or something."

“You? You're just gonna sit in your apartment for a week?" repeated the canine, “Aiyiyi! I know you're a hard worker 'n all, but this is insanity, Ozzie! For the love of all that is good in the world, please don't sit in your apartment all week. That'll kill me, and I'm not even you!"

“Well I don't know what else to do," Oswald muttered, to which his landlord shook his head.

“Man... your parents really did a number on you, I can tell," he stated, making the young man twitch, “Look, you've got a week long vacation, right? Startin' tomorrow? I'll tell ya what..." he smiled as he stepped up again, “You ever heard of Meridia Island?"

“Meridia... Island...?" Oswald repeated, causing the dog to nod.

“Yeah, Meridia Island! It's an island off the coast line. A small one too; you gotta take a boat there to get there. Unfortunately, it's not really a popular island, so boats rarely go there. So much in fact that only one boat frequents it, and it runs only once a week."

“Uh-huh..." Oswald raised an eyebrow, “This isn't some human trafficking scheme is it?"

“Oh pleeaaasee!" Mr. Donner said as he shook his hand, “We all know you wouldn't fair too well on the human trade! You're not a cute girl! Wait..." he leaned in, “You're not a cute girl, right?"

“Haaah... you can't be making those kinds of jokes around people, you old geezer," Oswald said, shaking his head while Mr. Donner laughed.

“Maybe! But I know you won't mind! Hah! Anyway..." he shook his head, “You should really think about living your life more... well... lively! Spending all day working is good – I got to where I did doing just that – but life is more than just jobs. Boy, I swear there are some things I wish I could still do, but I ain't no young pup no more. I ain't your pa or nothin', but I' really hate for you to turn fifty one day and wonder where your life went. So... tell ya what..." he smiled, “I know this lovely inn you can stay on on Meridia Island. I'll even call to reserve you a stay there, so you don't end up alone and lost. All you have to do is show up... oh yeah, and pay for it too."

“Uuhh... um..."

Oswald's face bent, becoming both curious yet unsure. He was supposed to go on vacation yes, but what was this Meridia Island? Where was it? He's never heard of it before. And it's not like he distrusted Mr. Donner or anything like that, but he was just a naturally cautious person. Going to an unknown island in the middle of the ocean is enough to give everyone pause.

But...

Well...

Nothing ventured, nothing gained.

“Meridia Island, huh? Uhh..." Oswald shrugged his shoulders, “This inn you're talking about... what's it called?"

Mr. Donner smiled.

…

Meridia Island. Have you heard of it? Not surprised if you haven't. It's a far-flung little place; off the west coast of the mainland, where islands grow scattered and dispersed. It is apart of America mind you... but only barely. It was only about 7 square miles in size – or 19 square kilometers for you metric users – and had a population just barely over 170 people. It's main industry was fishing, and it had quite a bit of unexplored wilderness upon its mountain's surface.

And that's about all Oswald was able to learn following his brief investigation into the island.

Up and down the ocean waves gently swayed the ferry he was on. The empty ferry. The small empty ferry. He got on this boat at 9 AM in the morning. Right now, it was 23 minutes past 1 PM, and making matters worse, he got no cellphone reception out on the ocean waves.

Figures.

That left Oswald to stare idly out the window, watching the ocean pass him by. With the ferry being empty, he wasn't required to put his luggage in the back. Honestly, the boat's owner was more surprised by him than Oswald was! The young man still couldn't believe he actually took up Mr. Donner's offer of heading out to the Meridia Beach.

But here he was, sitting and sitting and... heh... more sitting. Sometimes he'd doze off. Sometimes he'd check his phone, only to remember the lack of reception. Sometimes he'd jot down notes in his phone's pad. But all the times he sat.

And sat.

And sat.

Until...

“Heya! Boyo!" called the ferry's driver, causing Oswald to straighten up, “We'll be makin' dock soon, so get ready!"

“Huh? Oh! R-right..." he muttered before straightening up.

Looking forward, he could see a small, industrial dock approaching them, one that rested on a small island that was mostly green. Seeing land after so many hours at sea, brought Oswald some modicum of joy... that is until he looked up to see the gray clouds overhead. It was going to rain soon.

“I hope you enjoy Meridia Island," said the boat's driver as they drifted towards the docks slowly, “Just as a heads up boyo, the ferry only comes once a week. So don't be late, unless you're plannin' on stayin' over even longer."

“I don't... think so," Oswald replied, “But... thanks for the heads up, Mr. Turner."

“Heh heh! 'Mr. Turner'?" repeated the boat driver, “Wow, Jerry was right about you; you're a rather tightly wound young'un, ain't ya?"

Oswald pulled back, bewildered by the captain's words. Jerry...? Wait, that was Mr. Donner's name; these two knew each other? That old dog clearly knew more about this place than he was originally leading on.

But the young man didn't say anything about it, instead focusing on the ferry as it made dock at the island's bay. Once everything was set, he grabbed his suitcase by the handle and tugged it along with him, walking out upon the island's docks.

The first steps on land were a bit shaky; Oswald even feared he'd fall over. But then he stared up to the small town before him, his eyes running upon a sign hung over the dock's gates.

'WELCOME TO MERIDIA' it said.

The town of Meridia – Meridia Island's capital in fact – was a tiny, quaint little fishing village. Boats were docked up and down its bay, the roads were silent and sleepy with cars more than just a few years old, and even the buildings looked as if they hadn't been updated since the mid 2000s. In a way, it made Oswald feel as if he was stepping backwards in time, a feeling only doubled by the antiquated way of speaking the captain had.

“Enjoy your stay, Mr. Winter," he said, causing him to nod silently.

Tugging along his luggage, Oswald took to the sidewalks of Meridia, his phone in one hand, while his eyes continued looking at his surroundings. There were people walking about yes, and it didn't take him too long to realize something.

All of these people were beastkin.

No, not 'most' not even a 'majority', but all of them.

From dogs to cats, bears to bovines, rodents to lagamorphs; there were beastkin everywhere. Sure, the number was limited – Meridia Beach is a small island with a small population – but that didn't make the feeling of seeing such a large quantity of beastkin any less jarring. Living in Station Heights – where the number of humans to beastkin is skewed in the favor of humans – to suddenly be the odd man out took Oswald by surprised.

And it seemed to do the same with the people here.

Not to say they were unfriendly or anything, but Oswald gained more than a few curious glances. The people had no idea who this mysterious young man was who stumbled about with his mouth slightly agape. It was clear he wasn't from around here; he stuck out like a sore thumb! But what business did he have here? Meridia wasn't a popular place after all.

But Oswald didn't get a sense of animosity from these people. He didn't feel put off, didn't feel like they were abrasive, no... they were just curious.

Deeper and deeper Oswald wondered into Meridia, not having any set direction. When he entered the town proper, he realized that it was far larger than he originally assumed it to be. It had many alleyways between its buildings, with outdoor vendors and stands selling a wide assortment of things. None of them were stationed however, probably due to the skies overhead, which were turning grayer with every passing second.

But Oswald didn't really notice it, for it was far too engrossed with the town around him. The buildings, the structures; all of it showed age, like it hadn't been updated since 2009, or 2008. There was no one on smartphones, CDs and even cassette tapes were still being sold at certain stores, and this sleepy, countryside vibe permeated the air around him.

And that's not even getting into the clothes the people wore.

Everyone was so blue-collar, wearing things like tank tops and jean jumpsuits. Sure, some people were wearing more casual clothes, but absolutely no one was wearing slacks and a button up shirt like he was! And this was supposed to be Oswald being more laid back in his clothing! And yet he still was overdressed!

Such a strange, curious, even slightly unsettling location. Never had Oswald felt so... out of place with his surroundings. At best, it was like he wasn't supposed to be here. At worse, he went against Meridia's natural order.

No, that wasn't 'at worse'. At worse was the...

Pitter... patter...

“Huh...? Ohh... just my luck..."

Oswald looked up to the gray clouds above. Rain fell upon his face.

Great, it was raining, and he had yet to find the inn he had a reservation at. What was the inn's name by the way? Sunban Inn? Yeah, that's what he put down in his notes; Sunban Inn, and it was located somewhere to the western end of the town. Fortunately, Meridia may be antiquated, but it still had cellphone reception, allowing Oswald to look up the inn's location.

Unfortunately, Sunban wasn't an inn...

It was a garage.

“What the...?" he muttered as he came around a street corner, expecting to fine a motel he could stay in, but instead finding the closed shutter doors of a garage.

And this wasn't a case of mistaken identity either; this was Sunban! It even said so on the garage's walls in bold – though somewhat faded – red letters. Confused, Oswald checked his phone couple of times, wondering if he had made a mistake, but no; this was Sunban.

“It's... not an inn...?" he muttered in disbelief whilst pressing his back up against the wall, “Aaah... dammit, Mr. Donner...! Rrgghh!"

Around Oswald, the once tepid rain became a downpour, covering the roads and sidewalks in water. Forced back, he sat beneath an awning of the building behind him, but this was doing very little to stop the cold air from surrounding him. Groaning, Oswald hugged himself close as he sat on his luggage and checked his phone, searching for any other inn in the area, but to no avail.

“Haaah... this is crazy..." he muttered as he stuffed his phone aside, “I'm gonna get sick if I stay out here for too long... rrgh..." his head then hung low, “But... hah... I'm a bit... hmm..."

Closing his eyes as the rain fell around him, Oswald wondered what his next step would be. There had to be an inn around here somewhere; he just needed to find it. But he a few moments to catch his breath never hurt anyone, right?

Hh...

Pit... pat... pit... pat... pit...

“Hm?"

“Huh...?"

Oswald brought his head up and looked over. There stood a girl at the sidewalk's corner; a fox to be exact. She had orange-red fur which coated her form, and wavy, short, scarlet-colored hair that fell to her shoulders. Her eyes were blue like a clear, sunny sky, and were just as wide as well. Her figure was lithe, spry and young, like a sporty tomboy, and the clothing she wore helped amplify this feeling. A tank top on her chest which didn't come down to cover her narrow midriff, jean overalls that hugged her hips, and a gloves on her hand.

Her soft lips were shaped in a curious 'o', her blue eyes looking Oswald up and down. He leered back, equally curious to who this vixen was. Even with the rain falling around them, the pervasive smell of oil wafted from her form. He opened his mouth to say something, but it was cut short by a shiver. Was he really that cold?

“Is... everything okay...?" asked the fox as she cocked her head, “You're just sitting out here in the rain."

“You... saw me...?" Oswald replied, to which the vixen pointed behind him.

He turned around, realizing that he was sitting in front of a window. Ugh... how'd he miss something like that? He probably looked like some creep just sitting in front of their window like that.

“S-sorry," Oswald muttered as he stood up, “But... could you tell me if there are any inns nearby, any motels? I would really appreciate it."

“An inn...?" the fox replied as she cocked her head, “Hah! Then you've come to the right place!" she stepped back, her head gesturing towards the wall, “You're at Sunban Inn! Why don't you come inside!"

“W-wait... what? No, this can't be an inn..." he looked at the wall then stared back, “This is a garage! R... right...?"

“Keheheh! Hey, why don't you follow me, Mister!" said the vixen, “I can lead you to Sunban Inn!"

But Oswald was hesitant, not sure who this girl was and if he could even trust her. But she didn't show hesitation or fear around him. In fact, she was quite sunny, even gleeful as she gave him a grin... and then extended her hand. Again her mannerisms confused him; why would she so quickly trust a stranger?

Then again, she offered the chance of guiding him to an inn so...

“O-okay..." Oswald muttered as he grabbed his luggage, “I'll follow you."

But the fox kept her hand extended, still offering it to him. He shook his head and declined.

Something about that seemed to confuse her... but she shook it off and lead him away.

Following behind, Oswald kept his eyes trained on the fox before her. She wasn't the tallest, instead coming up to his chest in height. Her scarlet hair was tied back in a ponytail, one that bounced up and down much like how her tail did. She carried herself with these sprightly, jaunty movements; a far cry from Oswald and how sluggish he felt.

They turned the corner, and right beside Sunban Garage... was Sunban Inn. If Oswald had walked a few feet further instead of stopping just shy of the corner, he would have saw it. Boy did this realization make him gawk like a little fool.

But... Sunban was supposed to be an inn, right? So why did it's interior look like a quaint little bar? There were chairs around, it was decently clean, and at the back there was a counter where a barista or bartender would be. It was quiet and empty however. Sure, there were signs that it got customers... but not often.

“Is this the place...?" Oswald asked.

“Hm? What? Confused?" replied the fox in a teasing manner, her lips curling into a wry grin, “Doesn't look like an inn, does it?"

“Well... no, it doesn't," he answered, making her chuckle.

“Yeah. We are an inn, but it's not like it gets much business like that these days," she stated, “I can't even remember the last time we had a guest. Must've been years ago now. Wait right here, let me go get my mom."

“Your... Mom...? Wait you said 'we'... do you own this place?"

Again, the fox chuckled.

“You really don't know this place, do you?" she said whilst walking over towards a staircase at the back and then shouting out, “HEY! MOM! THAT GUY OUTSIDE OUR WINDOW IS HERE! I THINK HE'S OUR RESERVATION!!!"

A few moments later, Oswald could hear footsteps echoing from upstairs. They came closer and closer, rumbling through the home and making him tense up like he was suddenly put on a spotlight.

She appeared at the head of the staircase. A woman, a fox... a vixen in every sense of the word. Tall and voluptuous, she loomed at equal height to Oswald, though was clearly more than ten years his senior. But this age did not produce a hag, but instead a vivacious woman, one whose figure was voluptuous and mature, like refined wine. Her fur – like the former fox's – was orange-red, and she too had red hair. Though where as her daughter's hair was scarlet, her hair was a deep crimson. Her hair also feel long and free, streaming down her back, even when tied up into a ponytail. A front bang of it however hung over the right side of her face like a curly fang. It drew attention to her eyes.

Those eyes.

If her daughter's eyes were blue like a clean sky, then her eyes were green like a verdant field. And they were so sharp too, even as they sat behind glasses. The kind of eyes that scanned a person... sharply. Being beneath them was enough to make Oswald stammer in place.

Like her daughter before, she was dressed in a tank top and overalls, though where as the younger fox's tomboyish energy made it appropriate attire for her, the vixen's more mature grace felt at odds with the clothes she was wearing.

Though... Oswald couldn't think about it much when the woman spoke.

“You..." she said, her voice somehow both elegant yet boisterous, “Are you Mr. Winters...?"

“M-me?" Oswald said, before nodding, “Oh! Y-yes. I am... I'm Oswald. Oswald Winters."

“Hm..."

The woman leered at him, raising an eyebrow that confused Oswald. Had he said something to offend? Her daughter certainly found amusement with the situation, because she was giggling.

“Kee-hee-hee! What kind of name is Oswald?" she asked, garnering a leer from her mother.

“Millikan... don't patronize our guests," she ordered, before looking back at Oswald, “Sorry, Mr. Winters. My daughter's not used to people from the mainland," she then smiled as she offered him her hand, “My name's Vishtar. Vishtar Sunban."

Vishtar? Millikan? What kind of names are those? They sounded so... unique. Almost like he was stepping into a different world.

“Why don't you stay here for a moment, Mr. Winters? I'll go grab the guest registration," she said as she turned to face the bar.

As she walked to go grab the registration papers, Oswald sat down at a nearby table to relax himself. In his head, the names of the vixen and her daughter bounced around. Seriously, what kind of names were Vishtar and Millikan anyway? They were so exotic!

But in reality, he was the exotic one.

Glancing over, Oswald's eyes met Millikan's, who looked up at him in a curious manner. He thought about averting his gaze, but he didn't want to be rude. She was clearly interested in him, but he didn't know why. That is until she poke, saying,

“What kind of name is Oswald, seriously?"

The grin on her face was cocky, taunting, teasing. In rare bit of moxie, Oswald countered her with--

“What kind of name is Millikan?"

The young fox cocked her head, her grin fading... only to return with double the size.

Before either of them could say another word, Vishtar placed down before them his registration papers.

“Sign your name and address here, please," said the mature fox.

Oswald looked down towards the paper. He was expecting something digital, like a touch screen or something of the sort, not a pen and paper. Meridia Island really was antiquated.

Grabbing the pen handed to him, Oswald began writing down his name and address. But as he did so... Vishtar and Millikan were rather close, weren't they? Both were looking over him, watching as he jotted down his information. The mature vixen retained this face of professionalism, her eyes reading over everything he wrote down. Her daughter meanwhile was far more curious, far more animated with her expressions.

And the both of them were so leaning over.

Oswald tried not to, but he couldn't help but to glance over between the two. Their thin tank tops hugged close to their breasts, and in their bent over positions, flaunted quite a bit of their cleavages. Being naturally more mature, Vishtar's chest was busty, her cleavage large and delving. Millikan – being younger – wasn't close to her mother's bust size, but that didn't make her breasts any less round, pert and perky.

“Mm...? You're from Station Heights...?" asked Millikan, facing Oswald who himself looked back down towards his paper in order to hide his slight blush, “Eeeeee! That's so cool! I've never been to the mainland before?" she leaned over some more, giving him a bright and cheery smile, “You've gotta tell me about it sometime!"

“Don't hound our guest, Millikan," Vishtar said with a wave of her hand, “He's clearly tired and he's been under the rain. Why don't you lead him up to his room?"

“Kee-hee! 'Kay, Mom!"

With a sprightly jump, Millikan straightened up, causing Oswald to stand up as well. Taking lead point, the young fox led him upstairs towards the second floor of the home, with him checking their surroundings. Again, the sheer quaintness of the rural island overwhelmed Oswald. The wooden floors, the wooden walls; all of it was a far cry from the cold, callous, almost indifferent stone structures of Station Heights that he was used too.

There were several rooms upstairs above the bar, and the halls themselves were rather dusty. Millikan wasn't lying when she said it had been years since they last had a guest.

“So... this place is an inn...?" Oswald muttered as he scanned his surroundings, “So... what about the garage...?"

“Kee-hee! Sunban's both an inn and a garage," Millikan explained as she looked over her shoulder towards him, “My mother and I run both, though we mostly just run the bar and the garage these days. Boats break down all the time in Meridia, and since we're a fishing village, we gotta keep those girls runnin'! Kee-hee!"

“Hm... what about your father...?" Oswald asked, making Millikan raise an eyebrow, “Does he work here too?"

“My dad...? Well... um..." she took a curious expression. Not angry, not hurt, not sad, but more... thoughtful? Yeah. She took a face that looked damn near indifferent, “My dad hasn't been here for years. He walked out seven years ago. Since then, it's just been me and my Mom."

“He... r-really...?" Oswald muttered, before palming his face, “Sorry... I shouldn't have asked..."

“Kee-hee! It's okay! You didn't know! Besides," she shook her head, “It's never been much of a problem for us. Whenever something bad happens, someone else on the island helps us out! We're a tight little family on Meridia Island! Everyone plays their part! Now then..." she stopped at a door, “Welcome to your penthouse suite, Mr. Oswald! Kee-hee!"

Millikan opened the door.

And... well...

Oswald wouldn't exactly call it a penthouse.

It was downright puny!

A small, plan-looking room, it had wooden floors, wooden walls, a closet, and a bed in the corner. And... that was kind of all. No TV to speak of, a desk, sure, but after that? Nothing. However, despite how small and sparse it was, this room still found a way to be larger than his apartment in Station Heights!

Make of that what you will...

There was a window however, one Millikan walked to in order to open it up. By now, the once sudden downpour had passed by, painting the skies with gray clouds as the sun pierced through them all, illuminating the island of Meridia. From here, Oswald could see Meridia Beach, and the ocean waves beyond it.

“So... kee-hee? What do you think?" Millikan asked as she faced Oswald, this knowing, teasing grin on her lips.

“It's... nice," Oswald replied with a smile, “It's spacious and has an ocean view!"

“Kee-hee! No need to be so kind! I know it's as big as a coffin!" the fox said, “Anyway, dinner's at seven downstairs, and the baths are down the hall from here. Don't worry about anyone catchin' ya naked if you decide to walk around upstairs though; we don't have any other guests! Oh yeah..." she stepped forward, her hand reaching down to produce a key, “Here ya go, Mr. Oswald. I hope you enjoy your stay here at Meridia Island! And while you're at it..." she punched his shoulder lightly, “Tell me about the mainland sometime. I'm dying to know."

He looked down at the keys, then up towards Millikan and her grinning face. The bubbly air of tomboyish energy she exuded, was hard not to be charmed by. Before he knew it, he was smiling along with her as he took the keys from her.

“Sure... ask me anything you want," he said, “And please, call me 'Ozzie'..."

“Ozzie, huh?" Millikan replied, before chuckling and walking over to his side, “That sounds a hell of a lot better than 'Oswald'! Hee-hee! And I'll be sure to keep you to that promise, so don't go getting annoyed when I start asking you a bunch of questions!"

Raising her hand, Millikan lightly punched Oswald's shoulder, before exiting the room and leaving him to his own devices. He turned his head momentarily, watching the young fox slip from view, before turning to gaze upon the window yet gain. Walking over to its edge, he leaned over and stared upon Meridia Beach from his vantage point.

The air felt cool... felt crisp...

…

How does one actually take a vacation? Like... seriously, how? Vacations make sense on paper, but in practice? Well... Oswald was struggling. How does one relax and unwind, especially when in a knew, unknown land such as this? Again, he has to ask...

How does on actually take a vacation?

It was only hours later, yet Oswald was laying on his bed, staring up to the ceiling in a distant manner. This question about vacations and how one enjoys it, was swimming around in his head, causing him to just sit here. He spent some time taking out his laptop and setting it up at the meager desk in the corner of the room beside the window, but after that? Nothing. He just laid here.

Or sat here.

Or paced around his rented room.

Only to lay here again.

Ugh...

For years, all Oswald knew was work. He worked through high school, he worked in college, he worked after college. And now – for the first time in a long time, and a rarity in his life – he was told to go on vacation and just enjoy himself. He often times struggled to find things to do during his days off from work; now he had an entire week to figure out what he wanted to do!

Oh, the terrors of freedom.

Grrrrrrrgggkkk...

Well... that was cause for concern.

Leaning up, Oswald palmed his stomach as it grumbled. It had been some hours since he last ate; breakfast time, in fact, and that was before he even got on the boat to Meridia in the first place. For a moment, he wondered what diners and eateries may exist nearby, but then he remembered that Sunban Inn served dinner downstairs at around seven. And lo and behold, it was 6:47 PM. Well... he could wait thirteen or so more minutes.

Getting up from his bedside, Oswald left his room and made way downstairs, where the sound of voices echoed into his ears.

“Fold it neatly, Millikan."

“I know, Mom."

Coming downstairs, Oswald gazed out over the diner floor to see both Vishtar an Millikan. They were working together to place towel mats upon each table, as well as other flourishes, like sticking fake flowers in pots at every table. Their clothing had changed, no longer being jean overalls and other blue-collar clothing. Instead, the young fox was wearing a simple shirt and shorts, while her mother wore pants, a shirt and apron.

And...

“Hm? Oh! Heya, Mr. Ozzie!" said Millikan with a cheeky grin, “Enjoyin' your penthouse suite up there?"

“Penthouse... suite...?" Vishtar repeated, before rolling her eyes, “Milli, don't patronize our guests..." she then looked at Oswald, flashing him a smile, “Though, she does have a point. How are you enjoying your room, Mr. Winters? It's been a while since we've had a guest, so please tell me if anything's array."

“No... everything's fine," he replied before pointing forward, “Do you two need any help with this?"

“Help...?" Millikan muttered, “What? You mean with this?"

“Yes. With that," Oswald replied, “I can help set up tble mats."

“Tee-hee! What kind of person works on their vacation?" Millikan asked, though her mother rolled her eyes.

“Milli..." she growled, before sweeping her eyes back to Oswald, “I thank you, Mr. Winters for the offer, but it's fine. We've done this every day for the past ten years. We don't need help."

“No, I don't mind," Oswald said, a smile adorning his lips as he walked forward, “In fact, I'd prefer it if I did help you two out. Sitting in my room all day is a bit boring anyway. Umm..." he shook his head, “I feel a bit... antsy..."

“Hee-hee! Antsy? Hee-hee!"

“Fufufu... well..." Vishtar's hand curled beneath her chin as she shot Oswald a smile and a stare, “You can't stop a man from working. It's like asking a frog not to hop. If you're so inclined to help us out, feel free to do so, Mr. Winters. Fufu... you're such a gentleman."

“Just uh... tell me where to start," Oswald said, is cheeks heating up... before, “Grrrrrrrggkk..."

“Mmn...?"

His eyes wide, he looked down to his stomach as it audibly growled. Millikan found it hilarious; suddenly bursting out into laughter for everyone to hear. Vishtar however chuckled in a more coy manner, before shaking her head.

“I get it... you were just hungry," said the vixen as she pushed her glasses up on her face, “You could have just said so, Oswald. Dinner will be ready soon."

“I-I swear, I do want to help," he said, before palming his stomach, “Though... I haven't had anything to eat since this morning..."

“Fufufu... tell you what," Vishtar walked forward, her smile growing warmer, “Help Millikan with setting things up, and I'll get started on dinner. What do you want? First meal's on the house since you're helping us out."

“Uhh... what do make best?"

“Oh! Oh! Try Mom's oyakodon!" Millikan chimed in, making Oswald cock his head.

“Oya... ko don...?" he repeated, confused.

“No! Gotta say it faster than that! All one word! 'Oyakodon'! It's a chicken and egg rice bowl! It's Mom's specialty! She learned it from Japan!"

“You've... been to Japan...?" he asked as he faced Vishtar, who stood behind her counter to collect her things.

“I've been to a lot of places before I had Millikan and settled in Meridia," she answered before waving her hand, “Don't worry about it though; all in the past, Mr. Winters. I'll make a nice oyakodon for you. I'm sure you'll like it."

“Grrrrrrggghk!"

“Hee-hee, HAHAH HAHAA!!!"

Palming his stomach again, Oswald blushed in an embarrassed manner, before turning to face the chortling Millikan. Though it was at his expense that she found her laughter, he couldn't help but to start chuckling along with her.

But when he joined the young fox to help set things up for dinner, he couldn't help but to find his mind drifting back to the past. He remembered when he was a teenage boy, doing the very same thing at his local diner. Setting up tables, cleaning floors, cleaning tables after patrons ate at them, among other things. Some memories were nice... most... were not so.

“Hey, Ozzie!" said Millikan, snapping him from his memories, “Pass that napkin over here, will ya?"

“Huh? Oh, yeah, sure..." he said before handing it to her.

“So... while we set things up... where are you from, Ozzie-wald?"

“Ozzie-wald...?" he repeated, before shaking his head, “Um... I'm from Station Heights. It's a city on the west coast. I had to take a boat ride to get out here."

“Kee-hee-hee! I know, I know," she replied, “Everyone takes a boat to get out here to Meridia! We do have an airfield, but it hasn't been used in, like, thirty years or so, from what I've been told. Kee-hee-hee! If you go there now, it's just a concrete road with a lot of grass growing in it. Kids use it to hang out and stuff," she cocked her head, “What do you do at this Station Heights? What's the job you're runnin' away from?"

“I'm not running away from my job... well... not exactly," he replied, “I work business at this software firm called GoldStar. I crunch numbers and analyze data... that sort of thing."

“Aaaaaah! So you're a nerdy math boy, huh?" Millikan asked, garnering a glare from him, “Kee-hee-hee! I'm just joking; don't take it too seriously!"

“Uh-huh..." he muttered, incredulous, “But... yeah, I guess I am just a..." he stuck out his tongue as he grinned, “Nerdy math boy! Heh...! I take it you don't get much of those around here!"

“Not really," Millikan answered earnestly, “Most everyone in Meridia do manual labor sort of things, like fishing. Its what most everyone does to survive out here. We fish, then sell it to the mainland; rinse and repeat. Well... save for Mom and I; we mostly run our garage next door. When a boat breaks down, we're the ones who fix it back up!"

“Do you... like working in a garage...?" he asked, causing Millikan to make a confused face.

“What's that supposed to mean?" she asked, before smiling, “'Course I like workin' at the garage! I've been workin' at it for as far as I can remember! Even more so than the dinner and inn! If your car or bike or whatever breaks down, I can put it back together for you! Good as new too!"

“Maybe..." Vishtar called, incredulous to her daughter's claims, “If she can focus long enough..."

“M-Mooooom! Don't say that, I'm being honest!" she then looked back to Oswald, shooting him a playful smile, “I-I swear, Ozzie-wald! I can put back together almost everything!"

Millikan certainly did not lack for spunk. Her go-getter attitude was rather charming, especially when she gave him such goofy smiles like right now. She also had no qualms getting friendly with a man like him, even though they only just met a few hours ago.

This feeling... what was it? It was a feeling Oswald hadn't experienced in a long, long time. They were... connecting? It was small yes – they still didn't know one another – but sharing this conversation and learning about one another, fed into his need for social interaction; something he had gone away with for years now.

For the next thirty or so minutes, Oswald worked alongside Millikan, setting things up for dinner, while in the back he could hear Vishtar working away at preparing not only their dinner, but setting things up for whatever business would be coming their way. The mother and daughter fox both performed hteir duties with this practiced ease to them, even if Millikan was more than just a little playful. They've been doing this for years; they knew what they were doing.

Soon, tables were set, floors were cleaned, and Millikan was switching the 'CLOSED' sign to 'OPEN'. Sitting back, Oswald stared at the door, while the energetic fox jumped around. Such a sprightly little ball of energy; Millikan was unlike any girl he's met in his lie. A bouncy, boisterous tomboy, one with an affinity for mechanics. In comparison, her starkly contrast mother was like night and day.

“Alright you two," said Vishtar from the bar counter, “Dinner's ready. Come on over and let's eat together before everyone shows up."

Vishtar was unlike her daughter in how mature and refined she was. The slant eyes, the more womanly, coy smirk, the long, crimson hair which was now undone to flow upon her back; Vishtar was a vixen in every since of the word. When Oswald's gaze ran upon her face and eyes, he felt his cheeks turn a bit red. Fortunately, Millikan was there to break whatever thoughts he was having.

“Yes! Awesome! Kee-hee! You're in for it now, Mr. Ozzie-wald! Mom's oyakodon is to die for!"

The first smell of food which struck his nose, immediately made Oswald start frothing at the mouth. Oh, it smelled so good! The chicken, the eggs, the cheese; all of it! It tickled and danced in his nose, and made his already growling stomach start to roar with this hunger and need. Mmmm... yes!

Oswald wasn't hungry, he was outright starving! Said hunger was palpable on his face, making Millikan laugh, while Vishtar gave a womanly giggle. But neither said a word, with the matronly fox using a spoon to scoop up the oyakodon she made, pouring it into bowls for her daughter and their guest. Every bit she dumped before his eyes, made Oswald's hunger spark, and twitch, and throb all the more! Until the bowl was nearly overflowing!

“Here's your spoon, Ozzie-wald!" Millikan said as she passed it to him.

It was rather uncouth, he'll admit it, but Oswald snatched the spoon from her hand. There was no hesitation on his end; he started eating even before Vishtar gave him permission to dine in! And it tasted sooooo goooooood! Everything was cooked with absolute perfection! The egg whites and yolk, the chicken, the cheese, the vegetables, even the garnishes; it was so damn perfect!

Spoonful after spoonful went right into his mouth before he finally realized he had made himself look like a messy, unkempt fool. Slowly, those hungry mouthfuls became tepid bites, as his now brown eyes looked over towards the two at his side.

With soup and cheese oozing from his mouth and lips, Oswald read Millikan's giggling face, and Vishtar's womanly and coy smirk, Both left him feeling embarrassed as he pulled away and shook his head.

“S-sorry... I didn't mean to... go so wild like I did," he said, though Vishtar shook her head.

“No, no! Don't apologize, Mr. Winters," she said, “I love watching people enjoy my food, so please, don't be ashamed. It makes me happy!"

“Uhh... o-okay..."

He was still blushing, still feeling embarrassed, but the kindness given to him by Vishtar and Millikan was enough to disarm Oswald. Chuckling as well, he started eating his meal, with the two foxes joining in. There was a kindness he got from these two, one that was hard to put his finger on. They just met him – he was nothing more than a guest at their meager inn – but they were enjoying a meal together like some strange family.

At least, that's what Oswald felt. He's never really ate like this with other people before. His meals were often times spent alone, even in his younger years. So to feel this warmth emanate form the two felt alien to him. But he didn't dislike it, he was just a bit... perplexed.

Does that make any sense?

The thoughts were cut short however when the doors to the diner opened up, ringing a bell and bringing with it a voice.

“Ooooooooh!" a voice called from the entrance, “Smells nice already! That grill burnin' Vishtar?"

“Same time, same place, Jeffery," she replied.

Looking over his shoulder, Oswald's eyes befell other beastkin coming to enjoy themselves. One was a gruff looking dog of some sort, the other this large and imposing bear. They were both older than Oswald by perhaps twenty or so years, both were dressed like blue-collar workers just getting off from their shift, and both had these kindly smiles, especially when they too got whiff of the food.

“Ooooh! Is that Vishtar's world-famous soup...?" said the bear, to which the vixen shook her head.

“Flatter me all you wan, Jeffery, but it's not gonna get you anything free," she said whilst pointing her spoon at him threateningly, “What about you, Marlon? Want your usual?"

“You know it, Vishi," he replied as he sat down at the bar counter, before glancing over toward the man beside him, “Heeeeey... you're that guy, aintcha?"

“Th... that guy...?" repeated Oswald as he confusingly pointed at himself, “Are you talking about me?"

“'Course he' talkin' about ya!" said the bear – Jeffery – as he too sat down at the bar, “You're that boyo who everyone's talkin' about! The human guy who got off the boat, aintcha? 'Less... there's others around we ain't noticed yet."

“You're from the mainland, aren't ya, boyo?" asked the dog – Marlon, “Mind tellin' us where?"

“He's from Station Heights," Millikan answered for him.

“Ooooh... Station Heights, eh? That's really somethin'," replied the dog, “Ah... where's the manners? The old lady would snip my ears off for this. The name's Marlon. Nice to meet you."

“Oswald. My names Oswald," he replied as he shook the dog's hand.

“Hate to pry, but Vishi's diner is really the best place to just hang out and get the lips loose," said Marlon, “And it's so rare that we get mainlanders out here to our little small island. So... whatcha doin' here, boyo?"

“Just uh... vacation, is all," Oswald answered, to which the dog nodded.

“Heh heh! Vacation! I remember like... ten years ago, we had some movie station or somethin' come and shoot some little program on our island. After it aired, it brought all sorts of mainlanders to our island for vacation for a couple years. Buuuuuuuuuut, there's nothin' really here for vacationer's to enjoy. Sure, they can come to our beach, but they'd probably just go down to Oceanside if they wanted a beach. So Meridia went back to being sleepy ole Meridia."

Clank! Clank!

Marlon looked forward, his eyes falling on a burger, fries, and a cup of beer.

“Heh! Thanks, Vishi."

Jeffery and Marlon; he didn't know them, but they gave off this kind, jovial vibe that brought a smile to Oswald's lips. Again, this feeling of social interaction felt like a boon to his spirits, even if it was restrained. Sitting here, eating alongside one another, listening in on Marlon and Jeffery's conversations with Vishtar and Millikan. He was the odd man out, but they didn't treat him like one.

It was... nice...

…

Vacation, vacation, vacation. Haaah... that word was still buzzing around in his head.

Brown eyes opened up, staring not at the ceiling of his home, but instead the ceiling of his rented room. Ah... the air carried with it the scent of sea salt, which tasted good on his nose and tongue. It was far different from the smell of concrete and commerce that Station Heights had.

Drawing himself up from his bed, Oswald's eyes cut over towards the small room of his 'penthouse suite'. He'd be lying if he said sleeping here didn't feel good... hell, it was better than good! When was the last time he went to sleep with a home-cooked meal? Sure, the bedroom lacked the feeling of comfort one has when sleeping in their bed, but it made up for it with its... everything else.

Smiling, Oswald walked over towards the window in his bedroom. He had kept it open since the previous day, allowing the natural air of Meridia to grace. On such a clear morning, he could see the other buildings and homes of this countryside, the roads which were empty, and the beach and ocean beyond that. Again, he couldn't help but to compare it to his home in Station Heights and, yeah, there is no comparison; Meridia was just better.

But that damn word... it taunted him...

“Vacation... what now...?" he muttered to himself, perplex and confused.

The idea of 'relaxing' just made no sense to him. How does he relax? Does he lounge on the beach? That didn't sound fun. Perhaps he could just wonder around Meridia, but that didn't sound fun either. Boy... he really sucked at this, didn't he? All these thoughts made him wonder how long it's been since he's ever had a genuine vacation.

And he realized that the answer was 'never'. He's never had a vacation. He's only ever worked.

Huh...

Well... he's here in Meridia, and he has the Sunbans downstairs for help. Perhaps he should ask either Vishtar or Millikn for help; they'll know what fun can be had in Meridia since they, ya'know, live here.

After a quick jaunt to the showers, Oswald walked downstairs with a white button up shirt on, jeans, and a satchel on his shoulders. But when he came downstairs, the diner was silent and empty, with no Millikan or Vishtar in sight. Huh... he missed their presence.

Then he realized it wasn't their job to babysit him like some puppy. He was a guest of their inn; that didn't make them his tour guides. Strange though how he now felt a sense of longing for them. They'd done nothing but, what, share dinner with one another? And yet he already missed their interactions.

Perhaps he could find more of that elsewhere in Meridia? He doubted it...

Stepping through the door, Oswald was again blasted by the natural air of Meridia Islan, smiling as the sun and winds fell upon him. Ooooh... it felt so nice! He could hear the rushing waves of the ocean, distant cars and boats... and--

CLCLCCLCLCLCLCLCLCLCL!!!

Shutter doors opening...?

Looking over, Oswald stared at the Sunban garage, watching as its massive shudder doors slowly began rolling up to reveal the two foxes on the other end.

“Remember, Millikan," Vishtar's voice rang, “We're looking for cargo number 19. Make sure you say it specifically when you're talking to Narvis."

“I know, Mom," Millikan replied in an annoyed manner.

The Sunban Garage was a spacious building, and it needed to be in order to handle all of Meridia's mechanical issues. And by all, I certainly mean all. While the boats ere manned by men and women who have sailed these ocean waves for years, and with vessels meant to last for those long years, it's only a matter of time before something somewhere breaks down. And when it does, the first and only stop is Sunban Garage, so that Millikan and Vishtar can take a look at it. Because of this, the garage was filled with vehicles at all times, be it cars or boats... but mostly boats.

Oswald may have woken up not too long ago, but the same could not be said for both Vishtar and Millikan. The two foxes were already fully dressed in sweatshirts and overalls, their hair tied back as well. For Oswald, he spent a few moments marveling at them. The tight and slim figure of the younger Millikan compared to the more voluptuous and mature figure of Vishtar, though they both shared this slender physicality to them. Millikan's was just more tomboyish, while Vishtar's was more womanly.

And it was then that Oswald realized he had been staring at them for too long.

And they finally noticed him back.

“Hm? Oh! Heya! Good morning, Mr. Ozzie-wald!" said Millikan with a cheeky smile, garnering a more sheepish wave back.

“Good morning, Millikan," he replied, smiling.

“Milli, please stop patronizing our guess," Vishtar bemoaned as she rubbed her head, before looking at Oswald with a smile her own, “Good morning, Mr. Winters. How'd you like your sleep?"

“It was... really nice," he said with a nod of his head, “I want to thank you for your dinner last night. I can't remember the last time I had something so good."

“Kee-hee! I told you Mom's oyakodon is the best!" Millikan said before she reached over to grab the handles of a nearby moped.

“Hm...? Are you going somewhere, Millikan?" Oswald asked.

“Yeah, I have to go down to the pier and collect some parts that came in," she explained, “We won't be able to fix up these cars and boats if I don't get those parts, sooooo..." she reached away to pull out her keys, “Away I go!"

“Hm... well... do you mind some company?" he asked, taking her aback.

“Company...?" she repeated, though Vishtar giggled.

“You're a very strange man, Oswald," she remarked, drawing his gaze to her, “Shouldn't you be... relaxing? You said this was your vacation, right? Not some secret job?"

“It is but..." he scratched the back of his head tentatively, “Honestly, I'm not good at having vacations. I don't even know the first thing about it. Even when I have days off from work, I struggle to figure out what to do. Now I have an entire week, and I feel like I'm floundering."

“Wow... that's sad," Millikan remarked, to which her mother glared at her.

“Milliiiikaaaaaan!" she growled, “What did I just say about patronizing our guest?"

“N-no... she's right," Oswald said as he shook his head, “It is... pretty sad... heh..." he smiled at Millikan, “But... if there's anything I can help with, I'd like to do so. I guess in a way, working helps me relax to some extent."

“I knew a man who thought that same thing," Vishtar remarked, her green eyes leering in at him as her lips curled into a smirk, “Fufu... oh you young men; so desperate to prove yourselves by working hard. I won't turn down the help of such a kind boy like you, but..." she leaned in, “Perhaps you should really think about... vacationing on your vacation, Mr. Winters. Fufu!"

“Heh... uh..." he blushed and smiled, “I'll think about it, Miss Sunban."

“Alright, if you wanna come..." said Millikan as she sat on her moped... only to scoot to the back, “Tell me, Mr. Ozzie-wald, can you drive a moped?"

“Uh... I used to have one so..." he replied as he placed his hands upon its handlebars, “I think I can manage it still."

“Kee-hee! Then I'm looking forward to it, Mr. Ozzie-wald!"

Mounting the moped, Oswald stared down upon its dashboard while Millikan handled him the key. After slotting it inside and twisting the ignition, he brought life to the modest little motorbike, and pressed his foot to the gas pedal. It jerked forward first, an action that brought laughter from the fox's lips. It took only a second, but once he got his balance, Oswald got on the streets of Meridia, and began driving away towards the pier.

All as Vishtar stood from the side, watching them depart.

A soft sight left the woman's lips, her arms crossed, and crimson hair billowing softly in the wind. In Oswald and Millikan, she found something... familiar. It was hard to place her finger on, but the gesture was warm nonetheless. Such a kind young man, though he really needed to learn how to unwind more.

Hmm...

Well, she had work of her own to return to. These boats weren't going to mend themselves.

…

Millikan was close. Very close. Her arms were wrapped around his waist, hugging herself near, while her chest pressed to his back and head, cradling it to a certain degree. She was so close, he could feel her firm chest through her sweatshirt. Just thinking about it was enough to make him blush; when was the last time he was this close to a woman.

Oh right... never... huh...

Zipping through Meridia on this modest little moped was a far cry from stumbling through it in a confused trek. The sun gleamed down upon the beautiful, rural little town of Meridia, revealing people going on about their day. Fishermen and women, construction workers, carpenters, blue-collar workers of all kinds, heading out to start their day. Seeing everyone work so hard left Oswald feeling a bit blue. He was like a fish out of water among all these hard working men and women.

Huh...

“Heya! Ozzie-wald!" Millikan said as she pointed forward, “There's the pier! Turn off here!"

“Y-yeah! I got it!"

Parking the moped outside the pier, Oswald's eyes glanced over towards a large building that could house larger size boats. Nothing like a frigate or something like that, but certainly large enough to contain a decently-sized yacht. Coming over towards the building and stepping inside, he learned this was where the island brought in most of its deliveries, for boats would come in and have its cargo unloaded here.

“Heya, Narvis!" called Millikan as they entered inside, “I'm here for the boat parts! Number 19, remember?"

“Huh? Is that little Milli?" a voice replied.

Looking over toward the boat's docking bay, Oswald and Millikan's eyes fell upon a tall horse, one who grinned at them with teeth in a wide spread. Naturally, the young fox was quick to join him at his side, while he lingered behind.

As they spoke about getting the boat parts they needed, Oswald stared around his surroundings, scanning everything. Again, he felt so... little in the awe of Meridia. The people here were all hard workers, but also so kindly as well. Even now, his conversation with Marlon and Jeffery from last night continued to linger in his head.

And then there was Millikan and Vishtar.

Glancing over, the sprightly tomboy of a fox was gleefully gabbing it up with Narvis without a care in the world. This was work technically, but she certainly didn't act like it was. In act, no one acted like how work is supposed to feel. Every job Oswald's had in life has felt soul crushing, draining, and absolutely belittling. He felt like a cog in a wheel alongside hundreds of thousands of other cogs, working together to keep some nihilistic machine going. But here in Meridia, everyone worked with this clarity of union that felt... awe-inspiring.

And then there was him. The one person playing out of sync with everything else.

“Thanks, Narvis!" Millikan said, bringing their conversation to an end, “Now we can fix up Darter's dingy! I know he'll be happy with this!"

“He should just think about gettin' a new one," the horse – Narvis – replied, “It seems to break down just about every other month!"

“Kee-hee! I hear ya! Anyway," she waved, “See ya later, Narvis!"

As the horse waved goodbye, Millikan returned to Oswald's side, where she read his somewhat dour face. It took the young fox by surprise, and she quickly put on a face of concern. Reaching out for him, she grabbed his hand, snapping him from whatever thoughts he was enduring.

“Is... everything fine, Oswald?" she asked, lacking her usually playful tone, “Did something happen?"

“I uh... n-no," he replied as he shook his head, “Sorry... I was just a bit... lost in thought..."

His words caused Millikan to cock her head in a quizzical manner... and really, Oswald couldn't blame her. His attempts to deflect were laughable at best, and alarming at worse. But what should Millikan care? His problems were his problems; it wasn't like she had any reason to aid him beyond him being a guest at her family's inn.

But...

“Heya... Oswald... if you have any problems, you can tell me," Millikan said, taking him aback, “I know we just met but..." then her lips curled into a smile, one that beamed at him, “I get the vibe form you that you're a friendly guy, even if you don't talk much, and you come off as a bit stuffy..." she chuckled, “So if you have any issues... don't be afraid to share. We're all friendly here in Meridia."

Oswald's mouth opened, but he didn't know how to respond to her offer. The idea of sharing his concerns with her – or anyone in Meridia – felt like such a far cry. His problems were his problems; no one else's. So to suddenly be offered the chance to share those problems... it was a bit...

Ah...

“Waaaaiit... I get it!" Millikan said as she grinned, “You're stomach was growling wild last night, and now it's the morning! Let's get back home real quick, so Mom can whip you up some breakfast! You'll love her morning meals as much as her dinner meals!"

Again, Oswald wanted to say something, and again, he felt his voice get caught in his throat. To a certain degree, Millikan was right; he was a bit hungry this morning. But more importantly, her selfless kindness to him – a man who was a stranger to her – felt so... warm. Yeah, that's it; he felt warm.

And that warmth made Oswald realize how cold he had been up until now.

With their package of boat parts among other things, Oswald and Millikan returned to her moped, with the fox attaching their parcel to the back of her bike. Once again he manned the moped, and once again she clung to his back, embracing him as they pulled upon the roads of Meridia.

With the wind blowing against them and Millikan whispering some tune into his ear, Oswald not only felt her warmth, but got a hint of he scent. A sporty, brash tomboy with a pension for mechanics, the fox's scent was that of gasoline and oil... but also twangs of grass like a freshly cut field.

Taking in a deep breath, Oswald hadn't realized that he was breathing so hard specifically to smell Millikan. The odor she gave off was so... appealing. Her grip too; how she clung to him, squeezed him, nearly embraced him outright; it was strong and lovely. And the feeling of her body, specifically her chest and how firm it was, cradling the back of his head.

Millikan was so close... uncomfortably so. Not to say he didn't like it; quite the opposite in fact: Oswald loved it. But it was the fact that he loved it that made him feel so uncomfortable. He shouldn't like it; he didn't know this girl save for the bare minimum. And yet the feeling of her body against his body, the smell of her odor, and the sweet humming tune of her voice, all attracted Oswald.

Millikan was very attractive...

Returning to Sunban Inn, Oswald's cheeks were red-hot. Fortunately, Millikan wasn't too bothered, instead being far more focused on their package of parts. But when they parked her moped and got off of it, Oswald grabbed the parcel.

“Let me handle it," he said, to which Millikan chuckled.

“Okay, Ozzie-wald! Suit yourself!" she replied.

Honestly, he just wanted to take his mind off of his lecherous thoughts, and thought carrying this box of parts would aid in that.

He was wrong.

Carrying it on his shoulders, Oswald looked ahead... where Millikan walked in front of him. She was still humming that sweet tune to herself, while her bouncy, energetic movements were dialed back. Instead she walked slower, her lofty tail wavering in the air behind her, drawing Oswald's attentions to her backside and figure.

The sprightly figure of a cutesy tomboy. Not overtly feminine, but not overtly masculine either. Perfectly in the middle, from her slim waistline, to her perky and firm chest, to those lovely shoulders of hers. But, right, he was focusing on her backside, right? And quite the backside, with such a lovely, pert buttocks.

“Nghm..."

“Hm? Somethin' wrong back there, Ozzie-wald?"

“N-no! I'm fine!" he said.

“Okay... uh... you can put the box riiiiiight... here! Right here!"

“Gotcha..."

Settling it down on a nearby hand cart, Oswald pulled back, while Millikan swiped a box cutter from her pocket. And then she bent over to stab it into the box.

Once again, she bent over...

Tensing up as his face turned red, Oswald watched as Millikan's pert, round, cute, buttocks was suddenly pushed up towards his face with her tail sprung up wide. It was then that he realized how tightly her overalls clung to her posterior, flaunting its cute shape and curvature. She was unaware of what she was doing as her focuses were entirely on the box of boat parts here for her.

“Hmm..." he heard her mutter, “Everything looks okay... but I'm not sure. Heya, Ozzie-wald!"

“Hmph!? Y-yes!?" he gasped back, while she stood up straight and faced him.

Eyebrow raised, Millikan read the blush on his face, and how he struggled to look her in the eye. Was something wrong? Had something happened? Why was he acting like that?

“Is... everything okay, Oswald?" Millikan asked, to which he nodded.

“Y-yeah... sorry it's... just a bit hot is all..." he replied... though it wasn't a complete lie. Something was certainly hot in here, but it wasn't just the temperature.

Fortunately, his hasty half-truth worked.

“Huh... I thought you would've been used to the heat," Millikan said as she shot him a cheeky grin, “But it does get pretty hot in the garage. You definitely don't wanna be in here during the summer. Mom and I have a bunch of fan up, but they never work!" she then pointed, “Speaking of which, can you go and get my Mom? She should be in the back working on Mrs. Rovu's car. It's the only car in here, so you can't miss it."

Millikan's request was a godsend. Like with the box before, Oswald wanted to focus on anything that wasn't the young vixen in front of him. Damn, he felt like some lecherous pervert with how attracted he was to the tomboy! And... WHY!? Why was he being so attracted to her? It's not like he's never been attracted to women before, but there's a difference between a quick glance, and outright perverted leering.

Which, ya'know, is what he was doing!

With a shake of his head, Oswald finally pulled himself away and started walking towards the back of the garage. Even though he no longer had Millikan in his sights, he could still imagine the fox's body, her sprightly movements, her hardy voice, and her cheeky smile. But the further he walked away, the more his thoughts about her started to wane. Finally, he was free of Millikan.

Except...

“Hey, Miss Sunban Mill--"

His voice was cut off by music...

Hey, baby, girl don't you stop me

Come on, lady, dance all around me

You look so fine

You driving me out of my mind

Oooh, baby,

If I could

I would just leave with you, baby

Oooh, 'cause you light me, and excite me

And you know, you got me, baby, ooh!

It wasn't the music that stirred Oswald.

It was the sight.

Vishtar and Millikan were both mechanics. Yes, they run a dinner/inn, but deep down inside, they're most comfortable within their garage toiling on any number of cars or boats that come in here. They can spend hours – from sunrise to sunset – within this hot, sweaty, concrete building, and they won't complain while they're at it.

Vishtar was chest deep in the hood of a van, obscuring her from the waist up. On a nearby stool sat radio which was playing the music Oswald currently heard. The vixen herself could even be heard humming along with the music.

But...

All Oswald could focus on was Vishtar's ass.

Like Millikan before, her bent over position caused her butt to absolutely dominate his vision. Unlike her daughter, Vishtar was wearing shortalls which didn't even come down to cover her thighs. They helped to flaunt and insinuate her round, plump, wide ass and hips. And... ah... unlike Millikan, Vishtar's butt had such a lovely peach shape to it. Yes...

Shapely...

The heat in the air had naturally caused Vishtar to sweat. Sweat so much that her red fur was glistening in the light of her garage, and a plume of her natural musk floated around. And like her daughter, she smelled of gasoline and oil, but instead of smelling like fresh cut grass, Vishtar had a pinch of sea salt on her body.

And that body was pulling up out of the car's hood.

And that body was standing up straight.

Cracking the bones in her neck, Vishtar placed her hands on her hips as she got a good look at the car's engines. The pose she struck – though incidental – ended up flaunting more of her physique towards Oswald. Millikan was a bouncy, sprightly tomboy, but Vishtar was a mature and refined woman. Her figure was voluptuous with her wide hips, her peachy butt, her slender midriff, and her shapely shoulders. And again, it all radiated in the light thanks to the sheen of sweat and light.

Damn, even Vishtar's most slight movements were inexplicably erotic.

And then...

She turned...

“Hm? Oh? M-Mr. Winters?"

“Ahahaha!?"

He pulled back, stammering a bit as his cheeks turned as red as a tomato. Confused herself, Vishtar approached Oswald, her eyebrow raised.

“Mr... Winters...? Are you okay?" she asked, “Your face is all red..."

“Ahaha!? It... it's the heat!" he said as he looked away, “I-I'm not used to being in a garage!"

Vishtar smirked.

“Is that so...?" she asked in a knowing manner, causing him to tremble, “Well... kufu... I've tried installing stronger and stronger fans, but they just don't do it. Besides, Meridia is a hot little island, especially as we head closer and closer to summer, so... kufu..." she cocked her head as her smirk grew in size, “What are you doing here, anyway?"

“M-Millikan wanted to speak with you," he answered, “She wanted your help looking over the boat parts."

“Ah... is that so," Vishtar replied, “Kufu! Thank you, Mr. Winters. I'll go talk to her right now."

“O... okay then," he muttered, watching as the voluptuous vixen began walking off.

“And... Mr. Winters...?"

“Y-yes?"

“You might want to catch some fresh air. You're looking a little... stiff..."

“A little... stiff...?" he muttered back, confused.

Vishtar stopped... then looked over her shoulder, gazing at him with her leering green eyes, and an alluring smirk on her lips. Oswald – still confused – could only cock his head at her... before the word 'stiff' came bouncing back in his head.

And he realized he was wearing slacks of all things.

Rrriiiiight... he was a little 'stiff' wasn't he?

…

WHAT IS WRONG WITH HIM!?

Sitting on his bedside, Oswald stared down towards his crotch, his face a mixture of shame and arousal. Try, try with all his might, he couldn't escape the thoughts of Millikan and Vishtar. He had no shame in admitting that both of them were incredibly beautiful. The mature vixen's beauty was more refined and womanly, while her daughter's beauty was sprightly and youthful, but he wouldn't dare say one is more beautiful than the other. Going by his actions up until now, it was clear he ound both of them to be incredibly attractive.

And that left him feeling shameful.

They were his hosts, and here he was lecherously staring upon them. On one hand he thought of Vishtar's voluptuous and womanly figure. How it would feel to hug her, to embrace her, to feel her soft chest cradle his head. On the other hand, he thought of Millikan's sprightly and boyish frame. How it would feel to hug her, to embrace her, to nuzzle his head against her firm breasts in a more outwardly sensual manner.

Most would feel blessed to be in Oswald's situation. There's nothing wrong with appreciating the beauty of a woman and her daughter, especially ones who are as deserving of said appreciation as Vishtar and Millikan. But there's a difference between idle attraction, and the outright lustful arousal he was experiencing now.

“Hnngg..."

When was the last time he felt like this towards a woman? His life had been so occupied with work, that he barely left himself any time for anything else. He had almost no social life, and he absolutely had no love life. Maybe that's why he was feeling this way towards the two; he was a bit frustrated, a bit repressed.

Going so long without consistent interaction with other people beyond idle workplace chat, and now being overwhelmed by it with two beautiful vixens, was all taking its toll on the usually indifferent Oswald. Perhaps if he gave it some more time, he'd get used to it. This was his first full day here in Meridia; he didn't even know the Sunban's all that well. And now his mind was filled with lewd thoughts that he couldn't fight off.

He just needed time, that's all. He'd get used to them, and soon, all of this was go away.

Yeah...

“Hey! Ozzie-wald! Breakfast is ready!" Millikan's voice rang from below.

He tensed up, eyes wide as he stared down to the floor beneath his feet. For a moment, he thought about ignoring her call, maybe rushing over to the bathroom to splash some water in his face. But Millikan and Vishtar already went through the trouble of preparing a meal for him, and his stomach was growling. It would be rude to draw this out any further than need be.

Heading downstairs, the smell of eggs and bacon began dancing in Oswald's nose. He sighed blissfully, while his eyes cut over towards the diner's bar counter. He expected to see Vishtar behind said counter to cook the meal. Instead...

“Kee-hee-hee! Lucky you, Ozzie-wald!" said Millikan as she looked over her shoulder towards him, a wide smile on her face, “You first get Mom's world-class food last night, now you get my god-tier cooking in the morning!"

The young fox was wearing the cooking apron this time, a spatula in hand while the stove crackled and sizzled with food before her. Whether it be in the kitchen or outside her garage, Millikan retained a beaming expression of boyish mischief.

“'God-tier'...?" Vishtar's voice rang, “I think you've been spending too much time on the computer, Milli..."

The older vixen was sitting on the opposing side of the counter, watching her daughter cook. Then her eyes swept over towards Oswald as he entered into the diner proper. Head cocked at him, her lips curled into an alluring smile, while her slender green eyes leered at him from behind her glasses.

“Hm...? Something wrong, Mr. Winters?" she asked as she read his face, “You're a young man, you should smile more. You won't look handsome if you're dour all the time."

“Handsome...?" he repeated.

“Kee-hee-hee! Mom thinks your cute!" Millikan remarked, again making Oswald tense up.

“Wh-what...?"

“Haaah... ignore her," Vishtar muttered whilst pushing her glasses up, “But you should smile more often, Oswald. You give off the wrong impression being so stiff like you are. Relax a little. It's your vacation, remember?" she patted the empty spot next to her, “Come on, sit down with us and let's talk. You didn't get to do much of it last night with Jeffery and Marlon yapping all night long."

“It was fine, really," Oswald said as he sat down next to Vishtar, “They had far more interesting stories to tell than I did... like..." he faced her, an eyebrow raised, “Did Marlon really catch a demon out at ocean?"

“That stupid story!" Millikan groaned, “It wasn't a demon! It was just a big bass! Haaah! Every time he tells that story, it just gets more and more outlandish!"

“Kufu... you don't strike me as the type of man who'd embellish a story, Oswald," Vishtar remarked, “You don't strike me as the lying type at all, actually. Hmm...?"

“Hm? Is... is something wrong?" he asked, noticing her shift in face.

Vishtar didn't answer him however, instead looking at him left and right. Then she reached out for him and leaned in, her hands pressed to the buttons of his shirt. One by one she undid them, loosening the grip it had on his chest.

“I knew something was off with you," Vishtar said as she smiled and looked into his eyes, “It's not business formal at Meridia. You don't have to walk around with your shirt buttoned up and and tucked in all day."

“I... I did...?" he replied while she pulled back.

“Aaaww! I kinda like his tucked in shirt," Millikan said with a cheeky grin, “It makes Mr. Ozzie-wald look so professional!" she turned around, placing a plate next to him and his mother, “You're not like the other guys who live here, Mr. Ozzie-wald! You're so... so... hm... you're so... uh..." she placed her finger on her chin, “What's the word again...?"

“Exotic...?" Vishtar asked, jolting him and making Millikan smile.

“Yeah! Kee-hee! That's the word! You're so exotic, Ozzie-wald!

“E-exotic? M-me?"

Of all the things he's heard people call him, 'exotic' was certainly not one of them. Diligent, yes. Hardworking, of course. Tall, frequently. But exotic? No... not him! He always viewed himself as being quite boring and quiet, and nothing close to exotic!

But that's not to say it felt wrong. It felt... nice...

“Okay! Here's your food!" said Millikan as she placed a plate before him.

Staring down, the plate was modestly made with eggs that had been scrambled with gooey cheese, bacon sizzled to perfection with delicious fat, and a golden Belgian waffle that was the size of Oswald's head. All of it was prepared to perfection, and the young fox clearly took pride in it.

“Quickly, quickly!" she said, “Eat it before it gets cold! Oh, right! Kee-hee!" reaching over, she grabbed a bottle of syrup and placed it beside him, “Almost forgot! Kee-hee-hee!"

The look of shear excitement on Millikan's face was impossible not to find attractive. Not only was it cuteness laced with her boyish charms, but she just looked so childish having prepared the meal for him. It was clear to everyone that Millikan really wanted to hear his opinions, especially if they were praise.

So Oswald took the fork and knife he had in hand and plucked it into his waffle. As he cut it into pieces, Millikan excitedly poured syrup upon his food, drenching it. And she just as excitedly watched as he brought a piece of waffle to his lips, put it into his mouth, and...

Oh...

My word...

Such a crunchy crust...

And yet such a soft middle.

And oh so warm!

Perfectly laced with butter.

Haah... and the syrup was not too strong, nor too weak.

Mmmmf... it was...

“Nomph!"

Well... that answer was good enough for Millikan!

With her teeth in a wide grin, she indulged in the sight of Oswald eating her meal. Bite after bite after bite went right into his mouth with no end in sight. He couldn't stop! Not just because his stomach was empty, but because it was so damn good! Millikan and Vishtar were mechanics, right? And not secretly culinary artists? Because if someone told him this was made by a world-class chef, he wouldn't argue against it!

Okay, maybe that's a bit of a stretch, but what wasn't a stretch was him saying--

“This is the best breakfast I've ever had..."

“R-really...?" Millikan said, her once beaming face now appearing as if she had been slapped.

Oswald wasn't really a liar... and frankly, if he did attempt to lie, it would be obvious! The earnest, genuine face he wore looked just as surprised by his declaration as Millikan was, with the both of them staring wide eyed at one another... at least until Vishtar began laughing

“Ku... kufu... kufufufufufufu!"

“Huh? Is something wrong, Mom?" Millikan asked, to which the vixen shook her head.

“No, no, I was just..." he leaned on her fist, her green eyes looking over towards Oswald's face, “Thinking about something, is all... kufu..." she then raised an eyebrow, “You don't eat many home-cooked meals, do you, Mr. Winters?"

“I..." he shook his head, “No... I usually just eat on the way to work... and then eat on the way home."

“Hm? You live in the mainland, right?" Millikan asked, her face one of concern, “Don't you live with someone else? Like... you're working all the time, right? Don't you have a house?"

“Uh... no... I live in an apartment," he answered.

“Oh... so..." she raised an eyebrow, “Ah-ha! Then you must share that apartment with someone else, right? That's what all the shows I watch have, anyway."

“No..." he shook his head, “I don't share an apartment with anyone. I live alone in my apartment..." he shrugged his shoulders, “It's not big enough to hold more than one person anyway."

“Oh... hah... oh! So... then one of your neighbors? You eat with one of your neighbors then?"

Again, Oswald shook his head.

“No... I'm afraid not," he answered, before smiling haplessly, “I just live alone, and I don't really know my neighbors that much, save or my landlord. People don't really stay long in the apartment complex I live in, so there's no reason to get to know anyone."

“Oh... so... you don't eat with anyone, no one cooks for you, and I guess you don't cook for yourself?"

“Not really. I..." he raised his hands, “I'd only ruin whatever it is I'm trying to cook anyway. I'd just rather pick up my food from somewhere else..."

“Oswald..." Vishtar said, causing him to draw his eyes over, “Do you mind me asking a question?"

“No... go ahead; shoot."

“Why do you work so much?"

“H... huh?"

She cocked her head.

“Why do you work so much?" Vishtar repeated.

He looked at her, his mouth opening to speak, only for air to come out. It was such an easy question to answer, at least, he thought it was. But when broken down, he realized that he couldn't answer it. At least not in a manner anyone would find satisfactory.

Not even himself...

“Well... what else is there to do...?" he answered.

“Hm..."

And he was right; Vishtar didn't find his answer to be a good one. Instead, she frowned in his direction, as if pitying him. But then her hand reached up and came over, where she palmed his face and cheek. Looking back, he wondered what was going on through the vixen's head, as they shared a moment of silence.

Which was soon broken by Millikan.

“ALRIGHT!!!" she exclaimed, drawing his eyes over, “I've made my decision! Until you leave, Ozzie-wald, I'm going to make sure Mom and I cook for you every morning and every night! You'll realize how good home-cooked meals are, and when you return to the mainland, you'll be dying to eat with someone else! In a way, it'll be like we're mar--"

Her eyes grew in size as she bit her tongue, cutting off whatever she was about to say. Oswald didn't catch on... but Vishtar did.

“Milli...? Weren't you saying something there...?" she asked, her tone teasing.

“N-no! I just... slipped my tongue is all! Kee-hee... hooh..."

…

With his breakfast concluded, Millikan and Vishtar returned to their garage, allowing Oswald to return to his room. And when he did, that question came rearing its ugly head once again.

How does one actually take a vacation? Like... what does a person actually do when on vacation?

The question bounced around in his head as he idly stared out the window of his room, eyes cutting towards Meridia beach. The island was a small place; he could probably explore all of it in a day if he just tried walking. Would that help him unwind? It would certainly kill some time, that much is sure.

But as he leered out the window, a noise beeped from his laptop. He recognized it as the sound indicating a newly acquired message through his e-mail, and turned to face it. Approaching the screen slowly, he saw that the message came from a co-worker of his; this was work related.

A spike of excitement actually funneled through Oswald as he realized this; finally, he'd have something to do! But as he reached out for the message, he suddenly came to a halt. This was his vacation, right? A time to finally break free of the oppressive shackles of his boring desk job? Then why was he in such a rush to return to it?

No... no... no, he won't. He pulled back, allowing the message to sit on unread. Whatever it was, it could wait until he returned to Station Heights. For now, his mind drifted to other thoughts.

The beach was close by. He could walk there in about five or ten minutes, so... let's see what's up!

With an affirmative nod, Oswald stepped through the doors of his bedroom and headed downstairs. As expected, Millikan and Vishtar were over at their garage, leaving him alone. And.. huh...

He felt himself longing for them. Hm...

Shaking his head, Oswald tried to dismiss the thoughts he had of the two vixens. He still couldn't tell if his feelings towards them were genuine, or if it was just arousal. It made him feel shameful, thinking he only saw the two as sexy, and nothing more.

But... that wasn't true. Millikan was this bundle of bouncing energy, one whose cheeky grin could light up a room. And so far, she had proven herself far nicer, far friendlier than need be, and perhaps more so than he even deserved. And Vishtar was no different. She may not have been as tomboyish or energetic as her daughter, but she certainly didn't lack in her affable nature.

Sitting with them, eating with them; it was all a boon to Oswald's spirits. He felt livelier, and just thinking about them made his heart beat in a strange manner. Had he ever felt this feeling before? Yes... but it had been soooo long since he had.

It was such a shame then that he was only going to be with them for a week.

“Oh..."

Yes... he was only going to be here with them for a week, right? That's how long his vacation was, and then he'd have to return to Station Height... return to his boring desk job... return to his boring life.

Thinking about it made his stomach twist and turn. Just as quickly as these thoughts infiltrated his mind, he dismissed them. No, this was his vacation! He wasn't going to let negative thoughts about his life ruin what was supposed to be a relaxing week for him! He was going to walk through that door, and--

Eeeaarr!

The door to the garage opened...

“Oh... Mr. Winters..."

“Huh? Vishtar...?"

He turned around, staring to the garage door where his eyes fell upon Vishtar. The mature vixen walked up to Oswald, still smelling of sweat and oil. However, her shortalls had been pulled down to her waist, flaunting her trim and narrow waistline thank to how short her sweatshirt cut. And speaking of that sweatshirt, did it have to flaunt so much cleavage? It certainly didn't make his arousing thoughts feel any better.

“Were you... heading out, Oswald?" Vishtar asked as she pushed her glasses on her face.

“Yeah... I was... heading over to the beach," he answered, causing her to chuckle.

“Kufu... finally, you're trying to enjoy your vacation," the vixen remarked, “I was afraid you were just going to stay huddled up in your bedroom all day. Makes me happy knowing you're breaking out of your comfort zone to actually enjoy yourself."

“I uh... y-yeah..." he said before scratching the back of his head, his cheeks turning red with blush.

“Hm... why don't I join you?" Vishtar suddenly asked, taking him aback.

“J-join me? Aren't you busy?" he asked, though she shook her head.

“Kufu... busy doing what? Fixing up Mrs. Rovu's car? Kufu... it's not going anywhere," she said, her hand cutting through the air as a smirk adorned her lips, “And Millikan went to town to go run a quick errand. I too need to get away from the garage every now and then, so what better excuse than to lead my guest to the beach? I wouldn't want you to get lost, would I?"

“Well..."

Oswald gave her a hapless smile while his mind thought back to his own job. He was never quite ballsy enough to play hooky from work, even for a minute too long. Yet here was Vishtar, gleefully running away from her garage just to guide him around.

“I appreciate it, Miss Sunban," he said, though she shook her head.

“'Miss Sunban'...? Kufu... you can call me 'Vishtar'."

“I... I uh..."

“Or... better yet... kufu... call me Vishi... it's what everyone calls me anyway."

“Vis... shi... ah..." he smiled and shook his head, “You're... you're far too kind to me. I... I honestly don't get it..." again he looked up, his smile having become sheepish, “Why? Why are you and Millikan so nice to me? I honestly don't deserve it."

“Ara? Oh! Kufufufufu! Oh Oswald," she shook her head, “Haaah... why don't you wait here while I go grab something? I'll take you to Meridia beach and answer any question you have."

“Uh... sure..."

Heading for the door, he watched as Vishtar walked for the back and vanished through a hallway, leaving him to toil with his thoughts. And... of course, his mind couldn't help but to wonder towards the vixen.

What did she think of him? She's called him handsome many a times, but he wasn't sure if she was being genuine, flirty, or just teasing him. Though Millikan's statement of her finding him cute seemed to imply that she was flirting with him on some level.

Fortunately for him and his mental space, Vishtar did not stay away for long. Unfortunately for him and his mental space, Vishtar did not stay away for long.

She returned with a sun hat on her head and a smile on her alluring lips, a sight that made Oswald tense up. Making matters worse, she grabbed him and looped her arms around with his, before leaning up close to him. He stared at her and she stared back, this knowing, almost taunting grin on her lips, while her finger tucked back some hair behind her ear.

“Aren't we going to go to the beach, Oswald?" she asked.

He chuckled.

“Yeah... we are..."

Her arm wrapped around his like he was some dashing gentleman, Vishtar began leading Oswald away from her inn. On the other end of the road was a stone pathway, one which lead down to the beach proper. Under the vixen's guidance, they walked down this pathway, arm in arm. Oswald, his mouth wide open and eyes wide, stared at their surroundings, impressed by how rustic and beautiful it all was. Meridia had history here, one he was unaware of, but wanted to learn about.

“We help one another out here," said Vishtar, causing him to bring his eyes over.

“What was that...?" he said.

“Kufu... your question earlier," she replied, “You asked me why Millikan and I are so nice to you, right? It's because here in Meridia, everyone helps one another. It's such a small island. Everyone has a part to play here, and we play it to the best of our abilities. We all help one another here... so... why shouldn't we extend that kindness to you? You look so... aimless, Oswald. Like a puppy without a guide. I just can't overlook someone who needs my help, especially someone as cute as you."

“I uh... is it... really that simple...?" he replied, making her cock her head.

“Let me ask a question now..." Vishtar muttered, before leering into his eyes, “Oswald... you work all the time, don't you? Day in and day out, right?"

“Yes."

“And you went to college for that job, right?"

“Yes..."

“And... you worked through college... right?"

“I did..."

“Did you work in high school too?"

“I... yeah... I did."

“Haaah... I was a lot like you in my youth," she stated, “Working all the time. The difference being, I actually loved what I did while working. It never felt like I was forcing myself to work. I did it to survive, yes... but I also did it to..." she nudged in close, rubbing their shoulders together as she reached over to gently stroke his arm, “Help others. But you? You're not like others on Meridia island. Something about you feels..." she smiled at him, “Hm... I can't quite put my finger on it."

“I..." he closed his eyes and took in a deep breath, “I've never enjoyed any of the jobs I've worked at."

“You... never...? Then why do you work at them?" Vishtar asked.

“Because what else is a man supposed to do?" he answered, before closing his eyes, “Vishtar... I..." he shook his head, “I've never had a family. My parents died when I was... very young, so I was raised mostly by my uncle, but..." he shook his head, “He wasn't really a 'father' type of person. He didn't want a family at all, I'd argue. So... him taking care of me was more of a charity case than doing it out of the goodness of his heart. I'd argue he only did it for the check from the bank. So..."

“Do you have any goals in mind when you work?" Vishtar asked.

Oswald shook his head.

“Not really. I work because... heh..." he smiled, but it was hollow, “I work because what else am I supposed to do?"

Strange. Everything he told Vishtar was information he's never told anyone else. He's never been close enough to another person to share said information. He always kept it guarded to himself; always kept it protected. And now he just shared it with the vixen, a woman he just met.

But he didn't feel ashamed of it; quite the opposite. Telling Vishtar this felt like a weight had been lifted from his shoulders, one he was unaware of until now. It made him smile.

And then he looked over.

Vishtar was smiling back.

“Do you believe in wavelengths, Oswald?" she asked, taking him aback.

“Wavelengths...? What do you mean?"

“Kufu... like... when you feel at ease with a person, even though you don't know them... even though you've just met. It's... something that can't be explained so well. I was just wondering if you believed in something superstitious like that."

“I... I uh... I..." he shook his head, “Wh... why do you ask?"

Vishtar smiled. Then she looked away. And then she looked back. Her green eyes were leering at him, and her lips were curled into an alluring smile.

“I think Millikan is smitten with you," she answered, further confusing him.

“Millikan... is smitten with me...?" Oswald repeated.

“Kufufu, it's not hard to see why," the vixen continued on, “I think it's rather obvious by now how old the people on Meridia Island are. You're the first guy her age who's she's been around in a long time. Most other young people around her age went to the mainland, and only come back every now and then. But you... ah..."

Vishtar suddenly cut her voice short, with Oswald realizing why. They had finally arrived at the beach. There was a difference between seeing it from his window, and seeing it up close like right here. The lovely sea salt tickled his taste buds, and the calm ocean waves danced in his ears. It warmed his spirits just being here, and yet...

Not even the sight of the beach was as beautiful as Vishtar.

She walked into his view, having removed her boots. Stepping upon the sands of the beach, she looked over her shoulder towards Oswald, smiling in his direction.

“Aren't you coming?" she asked, “Kufu! Don't forget your shoes!"

“Heh... I won't."

…

“Hey! Ozzie-wald! Dinner's ready!"

“Hm...?"

It was... already seven o'clock?

Oswald pulled back, drawing his eyes away from his window view, and instead looking over towards the door of his rented room. It was a lovely walk he shared with Vishtar, arm and arm, while she beguiled him with tales of Meridia and its history. But she could not linger about for long; she needed to return to her garage sooner or later, and he walked along with her. Still, the time they shared with one another proved to be a fun, if not enlightening experience.

When Oswald returned to his room, he didn't do so begrudgingly, nor was his thoughts dominated by boredom and 'What do I do now?' Instead, he deigned to do exactly what everyone wishes to do on vacation; he relaxed. And relaxing for him was nothing more than staring out his window as the soft winds blew upon the ocean waves of Meridia.

Ah... beautiful...

But the call from downstairs guided him along, pulling him from his relaxation, but not in begrudgingly. Heading to the inn's diner, he was immediately accosted by Millikan, who greeted him at the staircase's base with a wide smile on her face. Oswald couldn't even eek out a word before the young fox had her hand on his hand, holding him tightly and ushering him over towards a nearby table.

They weren't alone in the diner. As expected, Vishtar was behind the bar counter, cooking a variety of meals. But Narvis was here too, the horse sitting at the counter with a beer in one hand while he idly chatted with the matronly vixen. Also, Marlon and Jeffery were eating here, laughing loudly with one another about some story that went well over Oswald's head.

“Come on, come on!" Millikn said, “I want to feed you some of my pasta!"

“Ooooh? Milli's cookin' again?" said Narvis, his face paling, “I'm almost horrified at what she's made!"

“Shut up, you old geezer!" the tomboy shouted, garnering a chuckle back, “A-anyway, Ozzie-wald..." she looked back at him, “C'mon, try it! It's cheese fettuccine! I've been working on it for the past thirty minutes. I really wanna hear what you have to say about it!"

“Uh... sure, Millikan..."

The plate before him was a ceramic little bowl filled with gilded cheese and gooey noodles, and further laced with things like peas and fish. The smell of it tickled and danced in Oswald's nose, drawing a pleasant smile to his lips. When he looked up, Millikan was sitting beside him, gleefully awaiting his response. Well... no need to keep her waiting in suspense.

But when he reached down to grab his fork, he hesitated as Vishtar's words from before replayed in his mind.

I think Millikan is smitten with you.

The statement caused him to choke up as he looked over at the young fox, who gave him a face of concern.

“Are you okay, Ozzie-wald? You suddenly got all pale," she said, “Oh, I know!" and than she reached over, grabbed his fork and poking it into his meal for him, “Let me do it for you! Kee-hee-hee!"

“N-no... that's unnecess..."

But he didn't get the chance to finish his words, nor did he even want to. Not when he watched as Millikan's usually beaming face grew softer, her eyes focusing on the fork in hand. Jabbing it into his food, she spun the noodles and meat around it, making sure to get a good amount in order to feed to him. Then she brought it over, hovering it before Oswald's mouth. He was hesitant however, being far more focused on Millikan than he was on the food before him.

If it wasn't clear before, it certainly was now...

“H-hey! Don't keep me waiting, Ozzie!" the fox shouted, her ears and tail springing up, “I'm dying to know what you think it tastes like! Tell me!"

“Millikan I-- mmff!?"

Well... that's one way to shut him up!

The food plunged into his mouth, making his eyes widen while Millikan giggled. The burst of flavor and heat that filled his maw, immediately brought drool to the creases of his lips, while his mind discarded any thoughts about romantic feelings and relationships. No, Millikan's dish was amazing, and it served to make his stomach suddenly growl with fervent need and hunger.

So he took another bite... and another bite... and another bite!

One by one, Millikan's fettuccine went into Oswald's mouth, with seemingly no end in sight. No one seemed to notice the two, not those currently getting drunk at Vishtar's counter... well... save for Vishtar herself.

The vixen looked away from her counter every now and then as she served her patrons, taking glances and peaks at her daughter and their guest. The look on Millikan's face was something Vishtar hadn't seen in a long, long time. The smile, the glowing blue eyes, the beaming expression; all of it.

Vishtar giggled.

“Hey, Vishi... another cup, will ya?"

“Kufu... I'm coming, Narvis."

…

“Zzzzzzzzzz... zzzzzzz... mmff... zzzzz..."

She was like a sweet, slumbering, childish angel. Eyes closed, mouth agape, drool hanging from her lips as her head rested upon the table; Millikan was the very definition of slumbering bliss.

She sat beside Oswald, unaware of the world, while before him rested a now empty plate of food. Time had went on and on amid his dinner. They talked, they laughed, and then somewhere along the way, Millikan went to sleep. But he didn't. Even while behind him...

“Alright, Vishi. See ya tomorrow...!"

“Take care, Marlon."

He could hear the door close shut and then lock behind, then the sound of footsteps. Oswald turned just in time to see Vishtar walk past him towards her counter, where she removed the apron she wore and placed it upon her bar, revealing the shorts and simple t-shirt she was wearing beneath. When she looked over her shoulder, she flashed a smile towards Oswald, who smiled back.

“Kufu... this reminds me of old times," the matronly vixen said as she walked over and sat opposite of Oswald and her sleeping daughter, “Sitting here with you, while Millikan rests at your side. Aaaaah... it really takes me back..."

“Hm... Vishtar..." Oswald whispered, watching as she brought a cup of alcohol to her lips and took a quick sip.

“Mmm... it's... funny, really. Kufu. You and her father are absolute nothing alike. Not the same species, not the same temperament. And yet..."

“Haah... Vishtar..."

Oswald's eyes closed shut, and he took in a deep, deep breath. It was hard, if not outright impossible to keep these feelings he had in to himself. And it left him feeling so shameful. Like he had somehow done something wrong.

“Vishtar," Oswald whispered as eyes reopened, “I really don't deserve the kindness you're showing me. Seriously..." he shook his head, “I'm just some... guy who... lucked his way here because he didn't know how to take a vacation..." he chuckled, but it was hapless, “I feel pathetic just talking about it..."

“Hm... but you are here, aren't you?" Vishtar replied... and Oswald didn't really know how to respond to her. Seeing him appear so lost and confused, caused the vixen to chuckle back, “You really are a lost puppy. So desperate to find a place to belong, Oswald. My heart goes out to you... truly..."

Eyes closing shut, Vishtar raised her cup to her lips and took a sip... then another sip... then another sip. And despite her reassuring words, Oswald's spirits were still low, with his head tipped towards the table. That is until the matronly vixen stood up, drawing his gaze towards her.

Silently, Vishtar walked around the table to sit at his side. Confused, Oswald opened his lips to speak, but she silenced him as she placed her hand upon his cheek. Guiding him along, the vixen led him to stare her in the face so that they could read one another. And...

She moved in...

“Vish-- mmmn?"

Oswald's eyes grew wide.

Vishtar was kissing him.

Vishtar was kissing him!

Her lips pressed to his lips, and then her tongue slid into his mouth. Stunned solid, Oswald could do nothing but sit there as the matronly vixen had her way with him. Pushing her tongue in, pressing it against his tongue, giving him her taste... and making his body melt. Whatever defenses he had were quickly brushed aside as the heat of lust befell him.

She didn't taste like beer or alcohol like he assumed she would, no... Vishtar tasted of cherries, strawberries and grapes. She was drinking some wine in that cup of hers.

And then it all stopped.

Vishtar pulled away slowly from Oswald, breaking their lips with an audible--

Smack...

“Haaah..."

“Aaah... I..."

Oswald shook his head. The kiss now over, his mind was free to wonder... just what the hell happened! He even looked at Vishtar, shooting her a face of confusion, only for her to shake her head and smile back.

“I have my sad and lonely times too, Oswald..." the vixen stated, her usually alluring face having been replaced with something more... desperate.

“Vishtar..." he whispered, while her face again drifted in close to his.

Again she kissed him, this time with both of their eyes closing shut. And while Oswald's skill was equivalent to that of a wet plank, the vixen had enough talent for the both of them. She guided his tongue out, swirled her tongue around his, brushed the broadside of both of their tongues together, all while hugging him in close. Soft moans slipped through the gaps of their mouths as they passionately kissed one another, with neither side stopping or slowing down.

No... they were only growing strong, only growing more passionate.

Grabbing Oswald's hand, Vishtar guided it from his lap and up to her chest, allowing him to palm upon her bosom through her thin t-shirt. At first he was hesitant... but then he clinched in hard, coaxing a groan that traveled from Vishtar's lips and into his own...

While also tickling the ears of a certain someone.

Millikan was right there, blissfully sleeping next to Oswald without a care in the world... that is until now. Her ears twitched upon hearing her mother groan, and her once angelic face grew disgruntled. Audibly groaning, the young fox pulled her gaze up to see the dimly lit interior of her family's diner.

“Huh...?" she muttered, “Did I... hm...? Go to sleep...?"

And then she looked over... where eyes fell upon Oswald and her mother. He was blushing, his face turned to her, though his eyes were averted. Vishtar meanwhile was pushing her glasses up on her face, while smoothing out her shirt.

But Millikan didn't notice these signs, for she was still in that dazed state between consciousness and unconsciousness.

“Heeeey... Ozzie-wald," the tomboyish fox said as she leaned up, “Kee-hee... s-sorry for goin' to sleep there on ya... I didn't mean to..."

“Heh... uh... i-it's okay," he stammered, his lips curling into a smile, “Honestly... I-I'm a bit tired too, Milli. I'm... probably going to go to bed soon myself."

“Aaah... oh... r-really...? Oh shoot..." closing her eyes, he pushed out her arms and stretched out, “I... I just realized we're closed! And I went to sleep! Ah... so embarrassing..."

“Kufufu... why don't you go to bed, Milli?" Vishtar said as she gestured for the door, “I assure you, Oswald will be here to beguile you with stories of the mainland tomorrow."

“Hmm... yeah... you're right, Mom," Millikan muttered as she stood up, though she faced Oswald with a cute, sleepy smile, “Goodnight, Ozzie-wald. I'm sorry I went to sleep on you. It's not because you're boring or anything like that, I promise! You're just so... easy to listen too... yeah... kee-hee..."

Her praise made him blush again, though not as much as when Millikan stumbled over and gave him a soft, kind hug. Oswald didn't say anything, and it didn't last long either before the fox pulled away.

“Goodnight, Ozzie-waaalld..." she sleepily said as she slipped through the doors of the inn.

Oswald said not a word as he watched Millikan walk away and eventually vanish from view... where he then let loose a sigh he didn't know he was holding. Now that the young fox was gone, that left only him and Vishtar.

He looked over towards the voluptuous vixen. She had walked over herself, then sat upon the edge of the table, with her legs spread out towards him. Looking up, Oswald drank in the image of Vishtar, no longer attempting to stop himself from marveling at the voluptuous vixen's beautiful physique.

The smooth shoulders...

The narrow waist...

The athletic and wide hips...

And of course, her busty chest.

There was something about Vishtar that was so... mundane. It was hard to describe, really. She had the mature beauty befitting her age, the vivacious figure formed from years of labor and work, luscious crimson hair that shimmered in the dim light, and of course, this undeniable and irresistible sex appeal that made Oswald's heart and manhood thump.

But it was all clad in such simple, mundane clothes... which – somehow – only added to Vishtar's allure. Her blue-collar attire with these shorts and shirt, the odor of food which still permeated her fur and form, and even the distant smells of sweat and oil. All of it was a beautiful concoction to Oswald, one that made it outright impossible for him to deny her.

So he didn't...

As if driven by some spirit, Oswald guided his hands up Vishtar's long and luscious legs. She stiffened, groaned too, up until his hands rested upon her hips. Gently pressing in, he squeezed and groped upon her sides, causing the vixen to bite into her bottom lip and groan out loud. Then he raised up, pursed his lips, and pressed them upon her stomach.

Such a firm... tight stomach... oooh...

He kissed her again.

Chu...

And again.

Chu...

And again.

Chu...

All the while, he moved up and up and up, until--

Plap...

“Mmmff... kufufu..."

Oooooh... Vishtar's breasts were so soft and pliable. Resting his head against them, Oswald gave out a moan which went muffled against her body. But she didn't mind, and instead draped her hands around his head to hug him further against her bust.

Reaching under, Oswald gripped upon Vishtar's breasts, squeezing his fingers in as he surrounded himself in her burly scent. The raunchy and powerful squeeze of a hungry male, helped to further light the flames of need within the vixen's body. When was the last time someone touched her so strongly? When was the last time she sought pleasure in the arms of another?

Oswald, for all of his tepid actions up until now, had this fire burning in his belly. A fire that drove him to explore the illustrious figure of the vixen before him. His hands traced along Vishtar's sides, getting a feel for how firm they were. And then it all came to a stop at the bottom of her shirt.

He gripped it. She did not fight him off.

“Fuaaah~"

With a single pull, Oswald drew Vishtar's shirt up and off of her body, tossing it aside, and revealing the vixen's sports bra. Her sports bra. He thought he was groping her chest directly; he had no idea that he was just feeling up on the stretchy spandex of her sports bra. Seeing the blue undergarment cradle her bust close, it further drew his eyes in towards the circle-shaped hole that exposed her cleavage.

Again he delved his face into her breasts, and again Vishtar groaned. She could feel Oswald shower her chest with kisses through her hole, with each one drawing a soft moan from her pouting lips. But amid the kissing and nuzzling, he drew his hands up. He couldn't hold himself back anymore; he needed to expose all of her.

So... away with this sports bra...

“Aaaahh~"

And finally.

Vishtar's breasts.

They sat before him; a pair of perfectly sized, busty tits. The slick fur of her orange-red fur cradled her chest, while her hard, pink nipples jutted towards his face. Fuck, why was Vishtar's body so damn perfect? It wasn't just her busty chest, but the mature figure that was crossed with this cool, almost strapping nature. If he had to put it in words...

She was truly a mechanic, through and through. A woman who owned both the matronly beauty of a mother, but also had no qualms getting down and dirty with some manual labor. She was unlike any woman he'd met in his life.

If it wasn't clear before, then it was now; Oswald felt his blood pumping straight to his loins. The slacks he wore already proved themselves a poor defense, but now it was incredibly obvious. When he pulled back, Vishtar stared between his legs to see the incredible tent he was pitching. And she giggled.

“Kufufu... oh, Oswald... you're so worked up down there."

“Vishi..."

“Kufufufufu... don't worry... I'll handle it."

Shooting him an alluring glare, Vishtar stood up from the table she sat on, causing Oswald to pull back. Creating space for her, he watched as the vivacious vixen got down on her knees before him, her green eyes gazing upon his lust-struck face. There was nothing he could do but watch, watch as Vishtar undid the buckle of his pants, unzipped it, and then slowly pulled the garment down his legs to reveal--

Fwip!

“Ahaaah? Oooh... oh my~"

Such a long, thick, burly, dick. Seeing it point towards her face genuinely took Vishtar by surprise... but it was a welcome surprise. She wasn't the type of woman to compare and contrast a man's 'tool' as it were, having grown far beyond such childish thoughts... but she'd be lying if she said she didn't enjoy a well-endowed lover. And it was a further boon to Vishtar's feelings to know that this young man got so hung because of her.

Smiling upon his length, the Vishtar wrapped her hand around the base of his cock, while her other hand slid down between her thighs. Every gentle stroke of her palm coaxed a gasp from his lips, while his brown eyes stared down to the gleaming green eyes she had beneath her glasses. Down below, Vishtar rubbed upon her own womanhood through the tight pair of shorts she was wearing, stimulating her body further.

Fingers curling in, Oswald gripped the edge of the chair he stared down towards Vishtar's head, watching as the vixen stroked his length; back and forth. It was a far cry from the feeling of his own hand pleasuring himself. The way she touched him with her slow yet firm strides back and forth, the smoothness of her palm that slid upon his flesh, and her slender yet strong fingers which curled around his length, all pleasured him in a way he never thought was possible.

Leaning back in his chair, he unleashed deep moans that filled the air of the diner around them, The sounds made Vishtar's ears twitch and her eyes look up, staring along his broad body towards his quivering face. Even though she was doing nothing more than simply stroking his cock with her hand, Oswald looked so lost, as if still trying to realize that this was happening. It was rather cute to the vixen seeing such a young man be stranded in the erotic situation he was placed in.

If he did think this was just some lewd dream, then it was time to wake him up.

Grasping the underside of his cock, Vishtar pushed the head of his dick up towards her mouth, and then she leaned in. First she taunted him by merely tapping the head of his cock against her mouth... but it was her who started to shudder. His precum tracked upon her thin lips, gifting her a little taste of his spice. Oooooh... she had long since forgotten what this tasted like, what this felt like.

First she gave a lick which traveled along the underside of his cock; from the shaft straight to the ridges of his glands. Then her tongue came over, dipping and scooping into his slit to taste even more of his precum. The feeling of such a talented tongue tracing his dick, brought forth more moans from Oswald's mouth, and further spurned Vishtar in return.

She licked and lapped at the head of his dick, completely lathering it in her spit. Each stroke of her tongue, each kiss of her lips, caused his cock to jump and twitch in her hands. Ooooh, the noises he made; they were better than any alcohol, any wine! And the taste! Oooooh, this taste! This hot and randy taste of a young man, mixed with this surprisingly salty nubile sweat to him. Was Oswald a virgin? No... but he might as well have been one; she could taste the lack of experience on him!

Vishtar wanted to hear more and more of them, and wouldn't stop until she brought this young man to the heights of pleasure. And the only way she'd do that would be by finally taking the plunge. So after getting her taste of his cock with her tongue, the vixen tipped it over towards her mouth, which opened wide to greet him. Oswald took in a deep breath, and--

“Mmmff..."

“Aaah...!"

He couldn't believe it. Vishtar's hot, wet, moist mouth, was wrapped completely around his dick. He felt his length grace upon her teeth, travel along her tongue, all while her spit and saliva tangled around his dick. And it just kept going, sinking in deeper into her maw with no end in sight. Further Oswald leaned back in his chair as the pleasure of Vishtar's talented mouth, treated him to pleasure he's only ever fantasized about.

Putting it lightly, Vishtar was sucking his cock.

And...

Oooh...

Quite the burly dick it was.

Long, wide and thick, his penis weighed down upon Vishtar's jaw, keeping it open. But this hefty weight felt good on her tongue, and the taste as so strong. Hot and sweaty, his cock energetically jumped into her mouth, coaxing her to giggle with her mouth full.

But after a few moments, Vishtar tucked some hair behind her ear, then placed both hands upon his thighs. Fastening Oswald in place, the voluptuous vixen began bobbing her head up and down upon his length, treating him to every glorious inch of her succulent mouth. Every pluck of her teeth, every bump of her tongue; he felt it on a finite level. And of course that tongue didn't remain idle! It started swirling and wrapping around his dick as best it could, exploring the areas that would otherwise be difficult to reach. All the while, Oswald bit into his bottom lip, groaning aloud as his balls drew up close.

He was about to...

To...

“Gaah!?"

“Nmph!"

Vishtar flinched.

Oswald came.

Rushing through his dick was a torrent of seed which rushed and flooded into Vishtar's mouth. So thick and so gooey, it filled every inch of her mouth from. Her teeth, her tongue the pouches of her cheek; everything was filled with his white-hot cum. It was so strong and so thick that it was gelatinous, getting stuck to the roof and bottom of her mouth like melted cheese.

Oswald, didn't masturbate much. Every time he shot a rope of seed into her mouth, he'd immediately shoot another and another. And Vishtar took it; every single blast, every single bullet, she greedily took into her mouth. In fact, she pulled up to the tip of his cock, resting his glands on her tongue, while her hand stroked his shaft, drawing out his orgasm just a bit more. Amid his climax, Oswald watched her green eyes leer at him, her lustful face so strong and erotic, while cum oozed from the creases of her lips.

And then...

Pop!

She pulled off.

“Aaah!"'

Splurt! Splurt!

Two lines of seed shot out upon Vishtar's face, bisecting it with his cum, before slowly streaking down her alluring features. Sitting there and panting, Oswald watched as the vixen continued stroking his length, just a few more times, before pulling way. Her lips closed, she closed her eyes shut, waited a few seconds, and then...

“Gulp... gulp... guuulp...! Aaaah... oh my~"

“Haaah! Haaah! Haah! Vi-Vishi... Mmmf..."

Palming his sweaty head, Oswald couldn't believe this happened. Vishtar just... sucked his dick? Like... this wasn't some wet dream, right? If it was... he didn't want it to end.

Face still dazed, Oswald watched as Vishtar stood up before him, her hands sliding behind her head to toss up her hair, once, twice, thrice. Then she grabbed the band keeping her hair tied back into a ponytail, and pulled it out, allowing her beautiful crimson mane to flow freely along her back.

Green eyes opening, she leered at Oswald with his cum oozing down her face. But it didn't ruin her. If anything, the whorish, slutty sight of his spunk sliding down her features, further pumped blood into his loins.

All the while, Vishtar rose up and again sat herself upon the edge of the table. Oswald's vision dropped, staring away from her face, away from her breasts, and instead down to the shorts on her legs. Dropping her hands, the vivacious vixen silently stroked her palm upon the zipper of her jean shorts, telling Oswald everything he needed to know.

Lurching forward, he closed his eyes and pursed his lips, planting kiss after kiss upon her firm, flat stomach. His hand meanwhile gripped upon the zipper of her shorts, pulling it down with a loud and audible--

Zzzziiiiiiiiiiiiiip!

“Hm... that's it..." Vishtar erotic voice whispered, while her hand palmed the top of Oswald's head.

He was always so professional, and that started with his hair. Always slicked back and neatly groomed... until now that is. Extending her claws, Vishtar poked her hands into his hair, not only scratching his scalp, but then tossing up his hair. Now it was wild and unkempt; in her eyes, this was a far better look for Oswald.

Her own lust were ignited when that young man stared up towards her face, flashing the hunger and desire he had for her. Ooooooh, Vishtar's heart was racing; faster and faster! His hands gripped the hem of her shorts, and slowly began pulling down; inch by inch. These sexy, lovely, luscious legs, coated in blazing orange fur... hmmmm...!

And the smell... Vishtar's raw, uncut, sexual smell! It flooded into Oswald's nose, coaxing a hungry groan from his lips. When those shorts finally came down to the vixen's dainty feet, his gaze befell her beautiful pink pussy as it sat spread before him.

Her lips in a sensual smirk, Vishtar placed her fingers above her cunt in a 'v', just so she could spread her folds out nice and wide. The deep, dark, pink recesses were exposed towards Oswald, entrancing him, enthralling him, and drawing him to move in closer... and closer... and closer... and--

“Mmmfff!"

“Nyooooh~~~! That's it! Nyoooh~"

Hunger and desire flowed through him as he ground his lips up against her sopping wet folds. Oswald didn't know the first thing about tossing a woman's salad, but fuck did that not matter at the moment! His tongue whipped and lashed at her folds, delving in to scoop up as much of her delicious nectar as he cold possibly get.

And Vishtar loved it!

With one hand on his head, she groped and kneaded her bosom with the other, while her hips rode out his lips and tongue. Oswald desperately tried to please her, and Vishtar could feel it. He skill was clumsy yes, but he was so damn smart. Whenever she twitched, whenever she bucked, whenever she moaned so loud and with such a high pitch that it might have been a squeal, Oswald committed that to memory. Quickly he learned her spot, learned where she liked to be touched and how she liked to be touched, and he used the correct amount of strength every time!

“Fuck! Nyoooh! Yeeees!" Vishtar cried, her head leaning back as her expression twisted into a face of pure bliss.

Oswald suckled hard upon the vixen's juicy cunt, forcing more honey from her pussy, and making her body even hotter. Sliding up, he pursed his lips around her clit, sucking on it like he'd suckle on her nipples. His teeth would grace upon her throbbing clit, causing her hips and legs to jolt forward and another high-pitch moan to leave her lips.

When was the last time she felt such pleasure? That thought ran through Vishtar's head endlessly, while the young man between her legs dined on her pussy. She could feel it! She could feel the rush of pleasure that started to circulate on her cunt! She was about to-- she was gonna--

“Cum! Cumming! I'm cumming! I'm-- NYOOOOH-OOOH!"

Squiirrrt!

“Mmff!?"

Her clear, feminine jizz showered upon Oswald's face, drenching him, and slathering upon his lips and tongue. Oooooh, such delicious honey; how good it felt oozing down his lips and into his maw. For a moment, he thought it would taste worse than this, but there was a sweetness to Vishtar's tang. A sweetness that drove him to stand lean back and just bask in the vixen's honey.

But not for forever...

Looking forward, his eyes fell upon Vishtar's hips as she shuddered from the phantom sensations of her roaring climax. She was so focused on them in fact, that she didn't realize Oswald was moving until his hands touched her strong hips. Eyes widening in genuine surprise, the vixen was lifted and brought over until she was straddling Oswald's hips.

His cock had returned to maximum length... she knew what was coming.

Smiling as soft moans left her lips, Vishtar began grinding the head of his member against her moist mound. The sensation sent ruminations through her body; she needed his dick inside of her, and now!

She reached down and grabbed his long, hard cock, pointing and angling it up with her pussy. Then she--

“Hggngngngnh ~~~! Hyoooooohhh~~~!"

It slid inside of her. It slid deeeeep inside of her. It separated her walls, and penetrated into areas of her cunt that had gone unexplored for so long!

So very long.

“Hggnnh~~! Hyoooh~! Sho good! Hoooh~!"

And it made Vishtar smile.

This pleasure. This raw, sensual, erotic pleasure; it overwhelmed her body! Twitching like mad, all Vishtar could do was give a wide, toothy grin; a kind of smile that wouldn't look out of place on Millikan in fact. It was both bright and beautiful, but also so lewd and erotic, since she was so happy because--

“It's so deep..." Vishtar whispered, “I... ooooh... it's been so long since I've felt this... hm... so long since I've last done this... hyooooh~ Osswwaaald..."

But the smile she had wasn't to last. Leaning over, the vixen gave him a face of desperation as her arms fell upon his neck and shoulders, hugging him in close.

“Fuck me, Oswald..." she whispered, her tone just as needy as her face.

He swallowed his spit.

Grabbing hard on Vishtar's hips, he slowly lifted her up, guiding her upon his thick spire that is his length. She shuddered, her pussy clinching around his cock in a needy, greedy grasp, up until her pussy slid to the head of his dick.

“Oh~"

Such a high pitched moan...

Pat!

“Nmmgh~~! Hyoooh~! That's it... hyooooh...!"

Hugging him by his shoulders while he gripped her by her waist, Vishtar road up and down on Oswald's cock. Every impact sent a sensual 'Clap!' throughout her diner, ringing into their ears. Her ass was so nice and soft; whenever she bounced down on his dick, it would quiver and shake. And these rumbles traveled throughout the rest of the vixen's body, making her breasts bounce and slap against the underside of Oswald's chin.

He never understood this statement before, but he certainly did now; Vishtar's pussy was so tight. It clinched and held tight, gripping him down to the base, driving him to thrust up harder and deeper inside of her moist pussy. The powerful impacts drew womanly moans from her lips, up until she bit into her bottom lip, trying to stifle them as the pleasure started overwhelming her.

For all of his quiet and indifferent actions, Oswald was proving himself a voracious lover. Not only was he thrusting his cock into her pussy, he was also nuzzling and rubbing his head up against her tits. He kissed her breasts, licked her breasts, then he opened his mouth up and captured one of her nipples into his maw. Groaning through gritted teeth, Vishtar felt flesh of her nipples and areola be feasted on by his tongue, lips and teeth. He bit on her nipples, licked them, and then he would suck so damn hard. And those suck... those fucking sucks...

“Hyaaoaoooh~~~!"

Was she really this out of practice? Had it really been that long? The last time she had sex was when Millikan's father was still around, and that was seven years ago. Seven long years since she's last felt such pleasure. Seven long years since she last had been so intimate with someone else.

“Feels so good! Hyooooh~! I feel sooo goooood!" Vishtar moaned out, “O-Oswald! I--! I'm gonna-- Ah~~!?"

Lifting up, Oswald suddenly moved in, laying Vishtar out upon the table as behind her. Her eyes were wide for a moment, but then she read the face he had on. The panting lips, the hungry eyes, the grip on her hips and ass; he was going to make good on her request. He was really going to fuck her.

Because she asked for it and... well... Oswald's just a gentleman like that...

PATPATPATPATPATPATPATPATPATPATPAT!!!

“HYAAAAAHHHH ~~~! HYOOOOOOOOH~~~! OOOOOOHHH~~~!"

Gripping hard upon his back and shoulders, Vishtar wrapped her legs around his waist, and braced herself for a brutal assault upon her cunt. Any semblance of skill left Oswald; he was a fucking beast with the singular focus of making her climax. Every little ridge, every little fold within her cunt, was all plucked, stroked, and punched, all at one! This was it! This was what she wanted for so long! This amazing, sensual, erotic pleasure! This--

“HYOOOOH ~~~! HUG ME! AAAOOHHNN~~~!" Grab! “Mmmfff~~!"

Oswald did more than just hug her. He kissed her.

While his hips pounded away at her tight cunt, his lips crashed into hers. Wet and wild, their tongues hungrily lapped and crashed upon one another, swirling and sliding and dancing, while moans and groans filled the air. But nothing was as loud as his thrusting, nothing was as loud as Vishtar's wet pussy being pounded into, again and again, harder and harder, until--

“NHYYNMMMPHHH~~~!?"

Vishtar's eyes rolled back.

And all she saw was hearts.

At the same time the two climaxed. The vixen's cunt grew vice-like around Oswald's dick, holding him hostage as her clear, womanly juices streaked down the sides of his dick. Meanwhile, his cock unleashed a torrent of his own cum inside of her, having the same load and volume as his earlier climax. It was so damn hot, and there was so damn much, that whatever pink was inside of Vishtar was painted white by his cum.

And cum...

And cuuuuuuuummm...

“Mmmmf..."

“Mmmm..."

Pop...

Their lips pulled back, and Oswald stared at Vishtar's face. The matronly vixen was shuddering, while her lidded eyes and gaping mouth showed nothing but shear sexual satisfaction. Then he drew his eyes down towards her spent pussy to gaze upon his handy work as her body twitched.

“Haah... haaah... aaahh..."

“Haaah... hhh... haahh... Vishi..." he whispered.

“Oswald... I... aahh..."

The night was just beginning...

…

“Hm...?"

The Sunban homestead was an interesting little area. To the front you had the garage and inn, which were connected at the hip. Behind them you had a modest yard with a shack at the back corner, which itself sat next to the main home. For, you see, the Sunban home proper – where Vishtar and Millikan lived – was located behind their garage and inn. All it took was a simple walk to get between the two, including a midnight stroll.

Such as right now...

“Hmm... hnn... haaah..."

How did she forget her wrench? Seriously, how?

For Millikan Sunban, her wrench was more than just a tool she used to work on cars, boats, and other random things. No, for this fox, her wrench may as well have been her teddy bear! She loved her wrench, having slept and snuggled up with it since she got it at the age of 10! For the people of Meridia, 'Millikan' and 'wrench' are practically synonymous!

So how? How did she leave her wrench? She remembered taking it out when she was cooking Oswald's meal... and she must have just left it behind the counter at the bar! Ah! How childish! How did she do something so stupid? She got so excited to feed Oswald that she forgot her wrench? She couldn't believe it!

Ugh...

In the dead of night, Millikan walked across her lawn towards the inn. She did so silently as not to awaken her mother, and she just as silently slipped into the inn so she couldn't bother Oswald. Walking through the dark diner, the young fox first went to the bar counter and checked behind it, where, yup, there laid her wrench. How could she have been so airheaded to actually forget her beloved wrench? Was she that focused on cooking? Why?

Well... whatever... she had her wrench in hand; it was time to return home. But as she turned away and headed for the door, her nose suddenly quivered. Was it her, or did the diner smell... off? She knew the smell of her family's daughter like the back of her hand; she literally grew up here! So when something is off – even by a little – she can tell the difference.

Turning away from the door, Millikan followed her nose into the direction of the smell. Her feet brought her to the table where she and Oswald ate at. But... what' this? Her mother's shirt, shorts, and even her sports bra and panties were on the floor? Wh... what...?

Confused and worried, Millika picked up her mother's things and looked around, only for her nose to start quivering again. This odor again? What was this odor? It was hot and sweaty and spicy, and it smelled good! Like... how she and her mother would smell after a long, hot day of hard work in their garage, only instead of smelling rancid – like it usually did – this smelled unusually good. Probably because there was another odor mixed in. A more... masculine odor.

Discovering Vishtar's clothes and taking in this strange smell, all helped further rouse Millikan from her half conscious state. She was more and more awake now, which means she was more conscious of her surroundings... which means she could hear--

PAT! PAT! PAT! PAT! PAT! PAT! PAT!

“HYOOOOOHHH~~~!"

Millikan locked up, her face paling at the sounds she heard echoing over head. She didn't need to be a rocket scientist to know what sounds those were, and who was making them! And with these clothes messily left on the floor, coupled with the smell, she knew what was going on!

Stammered in place, Millikan gazed wide-eyed into the distance as she realized that her mother and Oswald were fucking just above her head. The ceiling was thumping, she could hear the impacts of their bodies, and those wailing moans!

“HYOOOOH-OOOOH~~~!"

They filled the air like a most beautiful song playing in a grand orchestra, and the only audience was her.

But... right... Vishtar and Oswald... were having sex. And quite loud, quite powerful sex at that. Millikan's cheeks turned red with blush, and she looked up towards the ceiling as her legs clamped in. She should top and just go home; what they did was between them!

And yet...

Millikan's heart raced as she turned to face the staircase, this new and almost unique heat traveling through her body. Hesitantly, the young fox marched towards the staircase like her shoes had glue attached to them. The sounds of her mother and their guest fucking, kept her strung along like she was attached to a string. She couldn't walk anywhere else; she needed to see this with her own eyes.

But when she came to the second floor of their inn--

“OOOOOH! OOOOOOHHH~~~!"

Vishtar's voice grew even louder.

Creeping towards Oswald's door, Millikan could see that it was slightly open, with a gap just wide enough for the young fox to peer through it. Which means she could see...

She could see...

She could see...

PATPATPATPATPATPATPATPATPATPATPAT!!!

“HYOOOOOH ~~~! OOOOOOH~~~! YOOOOOOOOHH ~~~NYEEEESSS~~! OOOOOH~~"

Millikan could see...

All of it...

Up and down Vishtar bounced upon Oswald's cock, her back to the door and her tail sprung up high. Sweat adorned her form, making her glisten in the moonlight that pierced through the open window. Her long hair flowed freely behind her back, while she shamelessly filled the air with her most passionate of moans.

And in this moment right here as her body was in the throes of passion, Millikan realized that there was something... effervescent about her mother. In her eyes, Vishtar was the absolute pinnacle of feminine beauty. Her mother was a goddess, one who was sculpted in both body and mind. The young fox quite literally learned everything she knew from her mother!

But in this moment, she didn't see her mother. In this moment as Vishtar moaned and groaned while taking in such a big, powerful dick, all Millikan saw was a woman. A woman who was enraptured with the heights of pleasure, and didn't care who saw or heard her.

And what of that man she was with? What of their guest whom Millikan's heart fluttered when she so much as thought about? That man? That man...

He was resting on the bed one moment while Vishtar road his cock. But the next moment he reached up to grab the voluptuous vixen's shoulders, bringing her to a halt upon his cock. She whimpered slightly, and then under his guidance, she was turned around so that she could face the door, inadvertently giving Millikan a full frontal view of her mother's divine body.

The wide hips, the toned stomach, her busty breasts; all aspects of Vishtar the young fox knew. But right now, it was so different! Her mother was so majestic, so erotic, so beautiful! Sweat adorned her body like a glistening idol, and the sonorous cries of pleasure she gave was like a wondrous symphony! And what about her pussy? Her slick, wet, pussy! It gripped and clung upon the dick that was currently slamming away into her, as if refusing to let go!

Millikan didn't see that mechanic who raised her, but instead a beautiful woman... and the man who's cock brought her this rapturous pleasure. How his thick, long, wide member, slammed into her pussy; again and again! His brutal, raw, primal strength! How it broke down Vishtar's defenses, and made her see nothing but hearts.

And he was only getting started.

Reaching up, Oswald grabbed Vishtar by the wrists, pulling her arms back, and arching her body in a 'C' motion. In this compromising position, there was nothing the matronly vixen could do besides take his cock; pound for pound for pound! Her breasts bounced before Millikan, her hair fluttered before Millikan, and Vishtar shamelessly exposed her most raunchy face before Millikan.

Lidded eyes with tears of joy, clinched teeth with drool oozing from her lips, and delicious moans which flowed without end. And then it happened.

The moment where it all came crashing down.

“HHHNNGGHH ~~! HNNN~~! CUMMING! CUUUMMIINNNGG!!!" Vishtar announced.

Reaching down, Oswald gripped her hips, and slammed her down on his cock. Hard. Oh, and that finally made her go--

“EEEEEEEEK~~~!?"

SQUUIRRRT!!!

Vishtar fell back, collapsing upon Oswald's chest, while her convulsing pussy showered his cock and waist with a glorious climax all her own. So thick, so juicy, so clear; all of it flooded down his length, at first thin like a trickle, but then so thick like a stream. And all of this was for Millikan's viewing pleasure.

She saw it all. She watched her mother climax, and how it left her shuddering with ecstasy shortly after. And she watched Oswald's burly dick start to twitch, then throb, before--

“Oooooooh~~~?"

Pumping his thick, hot seed into her mother's cunt; load, after load. Eyes wide, a sharp gasp left Millikan's lips as she watched his seed slide out of Vishtar's spent pussy, and ooze down his cock and balls. It was sordid. It was lewd. It was so dirty.

And Millikan couldn't take her eyes off of it.

But then there came this smell. This saucy, spicy, odorous smell. It flowed into the young fox's nose, making her ears and tail twitch. This... this smell. It was that smell. The smell she discovered downstairs! This was the smell of her mother and Oswald's orgasms, mixing together to create something so...

Gooood...

“Aaaah... h-huh...?"

As she realized this, something else dawned on Millikan. Her hands. One hand was cupping her bosom through her night shirt, while her other hand was under her pants, stroking upon her pussy. She was pleasuring herself to the sight of them! She was masturbating at the sight of her mother and Oswald fucking?

Blushing furiously, Millikan pulled her hand free of their pants and saw that her fingers were completely lathered with her nectar. What was wrong with her? That wasn't just some random woman; that was her mother! And she was doing that with Oswald! It made Millikan feel so wrong...

And so envious!

“Haah..."

Her panting went silent against theirs.

When Millikan stared back through the doorway, she saw Oswald and Vishtar had sat up on his bed. Hugging the vixen close, he rested his chin on her shoulders, before turning over to kiss her cheek. She reached back, curling her hand around his head, whilst turning to face him. And then they--

“Mmff...

“Mmmm..."

Millikan shuddered. Vishtar and Oswald were kissing so passionately. Like a pair of lovers who hadn't seen one another in a long, long time. They weren't her mother and their guest, no... they were a man and a woman. A beautiful, erotic, man and woman.

Pulling away, Millikan stared towards the darkness of the hall surrounding her. She needed to get out of here, and quick.

But the envy she felt, the jealousy... it would not be so easily doused...

…

“Vishtar..."

“Hm...?"

“What was your former husband like...?"

How long had it been since last night? Oswald couldn't tell you. He just knew it was early in the morning. How early? About sunrise.

Over the horizon, the sun arose to cast its rays upon Meridia Island, while the ocean waves softly stirred beneath it. There was a certain beauty in the gray hue that overlaid everything, as gilded light fought off the darkness of night. No matter how many times Vishtar saw it, she was always left in awe.

Meanwhile, Oswald was learning of the specific allure there is of a woman wearing his shirt after a night of passion.

They both laid upon his bed. Oswald on his back, Vishtar on his chest. She had put back on her panties, though wore his button up shirt now, leaving it mostly unbuttoned so that her chest could breathe. Oddly enough, this left her feeling a bit... nostalgic.

She wondered why.

“Hmm... asking about my ex...?" Vishtar whispered as she nuzzled her head against Oswald's chest, “Don't tell me you're the type of man who gets easily jealous."

“I... I don't think I am," he replied, his earnest response making her smirk.

“You're such a puppy, Oswald..."

“I'm asking because of what you said before. In the diner," he continued, “You said that I and Millikan's father were nothing alike, so..." he raised an eyebrow, “What was he like?"

“Kufu... haaah... let's see..." leaning up, Vishtar propped herself upon her elbows so that he could stare down upon Oswald's face, “His name was Tonbo. He was pretty much your exact opposite. He was the type of person who couldn't stay in a single place, no matter how hard he tried. He was always on the move. Always..."

She said it in a manner that was both reverent, yet frustrated. As if his active nature was something to both be in awe of, and angered by. But Vishtar did not let whatever ill feelings she had overwhelm her.

Instead she smiled and nodded, accepting the past for what it is. She wouldn't let those negative emotions swallow her again.

“Is that why he's gone...?" Oswald asked, “He... he left you and Millikan...?"

“Hm..." Vishtar closed her eyes, “We never did get married. You calling him my ex-husband feels oddly cathartic in a way, but no one in Meridia would ever call Tonbo my ex-husband. I doubt they'd even say we were boyfriend/girlfriend. Lovers at best, and even that's being generous. We were friends. Close enough friends to sleep with one another. Close enough friends to have a child with one another... but never truly romantic partners. I think Tonbo's head would explode if he got tied down permanently to one place and one person. It's something I both hated about him, but was the reson why I cared about him so much. His greatest strength was his greatest flaw. Hm..."

“I'm sorry..." Oswald whispered, “I shouldn't have brought it up..."

“Ku... don't say that," Vishtar shook her head, “You shared with me your own life growing up; the least I can do is share mine. Haaah... so... a part of me thought that I could make him stay. A part of me thought we could be that little family. But I always knew it was just me lying to myself. Tonbo wouldn't stay with me, even if he had a daughter. I don't think it was some sort of innate cruelty, just his spirit as a person. Again, he could never stay in one place," she smiled at him, “That's why I find Millikan's infatuation with you to be so interesting. You and Tonbo are almost nothing alike," closing her eyes, she leaned her head in, “You see, I can sense loneliness in Milli. And I guess I was al..."

Her voice trailed off, and her face twisted, putting on a visage akin to that of a child who wanted to ask their parent a question. Was Vishtar about to ask him a question? Well... if she was, she dismissed it quickly by shaking her head.

“Come on. The sun's rising," she said as she put on that alluring smile of hers, “Let me make you some coffee... Ozzie-wald... kufu."