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“I am sore all over,” Missy said.

“That’s just the sign of a good work day,” Leo replied. “Doesn’t that feel great? To know you just made yourself better like that?” He flexed an arm. “The burn feels good after a while.”

Missy weakly shook her head. “You’re nuts, you know that?” She slumped in the couch they sat on.

Leo sized her up, then looked about the room. “Yeah, I am.”

“Oh shut up,” Missy said. She tossed a pillow at him. He caught it and set it back down. “Can I have that sandwich yet?”

“Sandwich? No cookie? If you insist.”

“I’m not even gonna get mad. I’ll eat anything.” She waved him off as she rested her head on the armrest.

“Alright, I guess you deserve that much.” Leo got up and headed over to the kitchen. That twinge of exhaustion hit him too. “Everything on it?”

“Everything on it.”

“Sure thing.” Leo went ahead and began working on their lunch.

“Hey, Leo.”

“Yeah?”

“You gonna visit your parents for Thanksgiving?”

Leo paused. “I don’t know yet.”

“But you probably should, right?”

“I guess so, yes,” Leo replied.

“How long would that take?”

“Two, three days, maybe.”

There was a long silence.

“OK,” Missy said. “Hope you have fun.”

“Haven’t decided yet.”

“You should probably go. Only one Thanksgiving a year, ya know?”

“That’s true.” No doubt his parents would be annoyed but they likely wouldn’t show it in any way. Son has to make the big bucks after all. That would be a shoddy excuse, and he knew it. The ‘girlfriend’ excuse didn’t hold up either. Why not bring her with? He looked back. No way they’d want to see her either. Nor would Missy want to see them. “Could make up for it with Christmas.”

“Nah. Thanksgiving is all about sitting around a table and eating turkey with family.”

“And what about you?”

“Well, uh, not like I’ve ever been a big Thanksgiving kinda girl. Wouldn’t mind the turkey though.”

“We could go h--”

“Bro, I’m not watching you shoot a bird from a mile away, OK?”

“Alright.” Leo chuckled.

“If we get a turkey it’s coming from the store.” Missy said.

“You sound like my mom.” Leo placed the finished sandwiches on plates. He hardly even realized he had finished them. He went right back to Missy and handed her the plate.

“I’m not gonna wear flare pants or get one of those green thumbs. I bet she still wears those.”

“She doesn’t.” Leo got started on his meal. “Still gardens though.”

“Ooh, ooh, does she still do those blueberry muffins with the berries she grew herself?”

“Last I checked, yeah.”

“If you go, can you bring one back?”

“I’m sure she’ll beg me to.”

Missy perked up. “So they know I’m here?”

“I know you were already listening, Missy, you know that’s not the case.”

“Well… yeah, but I don’t know if you told them anything else. Texting exists, you know.”

“Texting isn’t how you keep in touch. That’s just to acknowledge someone’s existence,” Leo replied.

“Sometimes I wonder if you’re like, twenty years older than you are.”

“It’s true, though.”

Missy tilted her head. “Yeah, I guess. Still, a text once in a while wouldn’t be bad. Anyways, don’t forget that muffin.” She cracked a smile. “It’s kinda funny they think you have a girlfriend.”

“There’s no other good reason not to visit. It makes sense,” Leo said. Or perhaps it was wishful thinking on their part. Wishful thinking on everyone’s part. He supposed he needed someone else in his life to not seem insane. Even better if they were a potential romantic partner and brought with them the chance at kids. He looked to Missy, who currently had mustard dripping from her maw and a bit of turkey dangling from her teeth. Yeah, unlikely she brought either of those things to the table.

“I feel like you’re judging me right now. Is that a good or bad one?” Missy narrowed her eyes. “I’ll judge you back.” She leaned forward.

“I’m not judging you.”

“Yeah, well, too late. I’m judging you.” She raised a finger and dabbed the corner of Leo’s mouth. She then put the offending finger in her maw. “Mustard.”

“Don’t do that. Here, you need to wipe off.” Leo went to get a paper towel, wet it down, and came back. He held the damp ball up for Missy.

“My hands are occupado here.” Her large hands wrapped around the sandwich and squeezed it for emphasis. Leo considered just putting the thing on her plate but the annoyance of the mess on her face got the better of him.

With a sigh, Leo reached forward and cleaned off Missy’s mouth. It was a good thing the mustard came off easily and didn’t seem to stick to her fur. The spatters of yellow didn’t compliment her pitch black well at all. The monstress hummed as he worked, rubbing up against the napkin.

“It’s only fair,” Missy said, “I mean, I cleaned you off, right?”

“It was nowhere near as bad as you.” Though he should be thankful she didn’t try to lick it off his face.

“Hey, I just thought of something.”

“This should be good.”

“Why don’t your parents come over here instead?”

Leo pulled the napkin back. “And have them see you?”

“I’d be out of sight! In my room. Completely safe.”

“They’re going to look around, you know.”

“Well, just say I,” she placed a hand on her chest, “the girlfriend, am sick and cannot come out.”

“You think they’re going to buy that? They’ll recognize your voice.” Worst case scenario. “Don’t insult my parents like that, really.” He shook his head.

“What? No way.” She placed her sandwich down and loudly cleared her throat. The monstress then held a hand up next to her mouth and turned her head. “Sorry, darling, I’m under the weather! I give my best wishes to your parents!” Her voice had gone from that familiar goofball to something deep and haughty without so much as a slip.

Leo pulled back. “First, never do that again. Second, what, do you want my parents to think I’m dating a forty year old?” Leo said.

Missy stifled a laugh. “I mean, it would fit with how you act, right?” She burst into a giggling fit a second later. Should’ve seen that one coming.

“You know what I mean. They’re definitely not going to want me to have kids with someone that old.”

“You’re like, super focused on the whole having kids thing.”

“I wouldn’t say I’m ‘super focused’ but sure, yeah, that’s the end goal. Wouldn’t want to disappoint my parents either.”

“I dunno, Lion, you could probably nail your feet to the floor and rot and you’ve probably done more than the average guy will ever do.”

“Thanks, I guess. Compliments only go so far though.”

“Hey, I’m not saying it because I want stuff. I’m just sayin’ if they’re disappointed in you now, there’d be literally no pleasing them.”

That comment made Leo wonder what Ms. Swanson would think about where her rambunctious wolficus was today. Maybe her eyes would pop out at the choice of clothing her adopted daughter was wearing. Not much to disappoint if there were few opportunities in the first place. Not unless Swanson had something planned for Missy.

“It would be a waste not to continue making them happy. They gave me life after all, that’s kind of a big deal, I’d think,” Leo replied.

“Pretty much anybody can do it.” Missy shrugged. “But I guess it was probably somethin’ special with your parents.”

“I’d certainly like to think so.” Leo nodded.

Missy looked to the television for a moment, then returned to her meal. Perhaps not the best conversation to pursue. Who knew how Missy’s actual parents came together. It was unlikely they had any sense of romance or desire to better the world. As much as Missy didn’t want to admit it, he knew she saw that older woman back home as family. It made her more unique, less human if Ms. Swanson was merely a caretaker and not an emotional attachment.

“Do you ever think about that kind of stuff?” Leo asked.

“What stuff?”

“You know, having kids. Seriously, though. Not as a joke.”

Missy shook her head with a scowl. “No way. I’ve gotten this far without a job, I don’t need one. Especially the whole pregnancy thing too. Can you believe walking around with a bowling ball in your gut?” She relaxed back into the couch. “It’s not like I even have a chance. Like, how’s that gonna happen? Even if I’m not the most unique thing ever, which I am, by the way, where am I gonna meet hot wolfica in my area?”

“Wolfica?”

“That’s the plural of wolficus. Very scientific stuff.”

“Right, OK.” So he was wrong. “If you say so.”

“Yeah, so, it’s just not happening even if I were suddenly like, ‘oh my God I want to look like a hot air balloon and eat twenty boxes of pizza,’ you know? Who knows, maybe the guys are super ugly too. That’d be really fucked, huh? All alone in the world and it turns out the only guy looks like Freddy Kreuger. Eugh.”

“I can’t imagine you two would look too wildly different. Maybe a stronger build.” Shorter hair too, maybe? Head hair, not other hair.

“Nope, if anything the lady wolficus is bigger. Just like with uh, everything else.”

“That’s not always the case, you know.”

“Yeah, well, they’re not here right now so I don’t even care. I bet they don’t even watch TV.”

“No, you’re probably right on that front. They don’t have TV out in the woods.” Not unless her secret society theory held water. “Just don’t think about trying to hook up in here. I have enough hair to clean up.”

“Pfft, you’re gonna have to shoot one then.”

“Excuse me?”

“Since, you know like, you got all my scent on you. They’d probably think ‘I gotta beat up this guy to get my girl.’ That kinda stuff.” She smiled and energetically nodded. “When guys punch each other for a lady. It’s in all the nature science show things.”

Leo hadn’t even considered that some sort of special marking scent of hers was seeping into his furniture, clothes, and pores right this very second. Made him feel like he desperately needed a wash and a deep scrub. It would be even worse if she did it on purpose. Hopefully nobody was allergic to gangly forest creatures.

“That’s probably not out of the realm of possibility I guess. Gonna have to toss my clothes in for a few more cycles.”

Leaning forward, Missy took a bite of sandwich. “Never. Ever. Coming. Out.” Her eyes and smile widened with every word.

“Let me tell you something. Have you ever cleaned deer guts out of a--”

Missy snapped back. “Hello! I’m eating here!”

Leo smiled. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

_

Not the most productive day, but he had other things on the mind to worry about. Namely his family reunions and the encroaching fog of Missy’s presence on their minds. Leo sat on his bed and looked to the doorway. He knew he shouldn’t have brought it up, but that thread of memories kept knocking on his mind. Mom and Dad could’ve known so much about her that he had forcefully ejected from his thoughts long ago.

But that was months from now. Months from ever having to think about it again. At worst he would wait for them to dredge it up. With some prodding they could let loose any number of things. If they were even comfortable with the idea in the first place. This was no interrogation. Leo may have been an adult, yet they were older, more experienced. Some things were best left buried. Missy loudly yawned from the other room. Buried, dug up, and buried again, more like.

Leo settled into bed, not letting go of that train of thought. Could always try and track down the people who used to live in the town. Leo frowned. That wasn’t something he did. He wasn’t that desperate. Or was he? It was hard to say what was desperation when the problem was so casual. Missy posed no threat, was going nowhere, and seemed more than happy to divulge whatever secrets she had. All of this was through her corrupted lens, of course.

At this point, Leo would have resolved to go to sleep. The arrangement, however, made this an impossibility. No, unless he wanted to be so rudely interrupted just as he was sent off to rest, Leo had to remain awake, and wait. And wait. And wait. And wait. The drop of the blade would be that faint clack of nails on wood. He just had to hope they never came. Though, at this point, this back and forth was less of a morbid experience and more of a nightly annoyance. To Missy’s biology, this was no more strange than washing your face or having a glass of water before bed.

Tap. Tap. Tap. There it was. Leo rubbed his forehead and sat up. Missy was there, and it wasn’t long before Leo realized she was naked. His first reaction was to flinch, look away, and chastise her, but she was here to get off so it wasn’t as though it were any worse. He glanced away, then motioned to the other side of the bed.

Missy didn’t go to the other side of the bed. She didn’t go to the other side at all. Instead, she took a few steps forward and sat at the foot of Leo’s bed. There was something missing about this. Unlike usual, his skin didn’t flare up as she approached. There was an uneasiness, but no simmering inside him. Great, he was getting used to this. Unless there was some other reason.

“Yes?” Leo eventually asked.

Missy lay her hands on her lap. “Can we do this a little differently?”

Leo shut his eyes. “Yes, fine, you can do it without clothes.”

“No, I mean…” Her legs wrapped around one another, back and forth. That wasn’t the new condition?

“Well?”

“Let me just show you, OK?” Before Leo could object, Missy crawled over to him and sat on his lap. Too close. Way too close. She had been nuzzled up next to him before, sure, and yet somehow that weight on him made it feel all the more invasive. “Alright?”

Leo was ready to deny her, and he would have, though he decided not to. He didn’t need a headache at this hour. Just get it done with quickly and there would be no issue. That didn’t stop him from asking one question. “Why?”

“I don’t know, my body is dumb, OK? I just need you there. Right there.” She pressed back up against him. His head was just barely able to fit over hers. Those soft strands of hair rubbed up against him, with the faintest scent of shampoo and her own scent becoming noticeable. “It just doesn’t work when we do it the other way.” Evidence would’ve shown otherwise.

“Alright, OK, whatever.” His casual words did little to make the experience less embarrassing. Without so much as a sound, Missy grabbed his arm and wrapped it around her waist. She let out a soft sigh as he settled against her. This should be easy if she were so receptive to a damn hug. He could do this and be in bed in about, what, five minutes?

“You can uh, start now.”

Fair enough. Leo’s free hand settled on her thigh and inched toward her sex. As much as he didn’t want to admit it, he had gotten better at dealing with Missy, or more specifically, gotten better at teasing and pushing her. That made her want it all the more and finish all the harder.

The other partner’s pleasure was important, of course, just that Leo never thought he would actually become proficient with his hands like that. Useful for the future, he supposed. Would be an awkward conversation with anyone else. Why yes, I did learn this from fondling a monster, how could you tell? A silly train of thought for this serious situation. It helped to keep his libido in check, which was prudent now that she sat on his crotch. He didn’t need that to haunt their conversations.

Missy’s legs parted as Leo’s fingers finally reached their destination. She held firm, with only her breath speeding up ever so slightly. It would hitch as he pressed against her button, drawing out that delight out of her. Usually she’d be in worse condition. Perhaps she really was acclimating to him? As strange as it sounded, he didn’t want that in the least bit.

The wetness was there, at least, and it was easy enough to explore more of her. Sliding a finger along her vulva, he teased entering her but pulled back as he circled around. Missy simply sighed. Happily. Calmly. Without so much as a beg or a whimper of frustration. She snuggled up against him with a hum. “Keep going,” she whispered.

Leo obliged, doing away with the foreplay and plunging a finger into her folds. She shivered and let out a groan before catching her breath. Her knees pulled together and rubbed against one another, in turn rubbing his hand against her groin. Suddenly she tilted her head to the right, bringing his chin to her shoulder. Instantly she took the opportunity to rub against his head. This felt wrong.

Missy, however, seemed to enjoy herself. She continued to writhe and gasp all in restraint. Taking her time, enjoying the sensation. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. Leo absolved to make her finish faster, but caught himself, realizing how strange of a thought that was. He was treating an orgasm like a challenge. That’s what it was, wasn’t it? An obstacle? Some other part of him hated that thought.

Whatever.

The man managed to squeeze another finger into her folds. Missy tensed and gasped, then fell back against him. Her more subtle and softer noises were getting to him. Those little giggles sparked something inside, like a stroking of the heart. She let her legs open some more, allowing him full access to her folds again. His thumb pressed against her clitoris, hoping to force this along, before his own body got the better of him.

No matter how much Leo pushed, no matter how much he prodded, Missy gleefully went along with it. It was an awkward angle, but she placed a hand on the arm wrapped around her, petting it gently. Was that her way of giving back, or was he getting to her? Leo prayed for the latter. He didn’t need anything from this, despite his body beginning to disagree.

Missy had quite perfectly sat down on Leo’s crotch, in such a way that his stirring erection would settle in the middle of her rear. The human touch in her features had shown itself there as well. She wasn’t without a touch of plushness. Perky is how Leo would describe it, if he weren’t trying to focus on anything else to wrangle his libido.

Further, and further, and further. Leo’s erection grew, nestling comfortably against Missy. Fine, friction won out. He had an erection. Hopefully Missy would be too occupied with his hand to notice, or else he’d never hear the end of it. She would both tease and likely goad him on into something more. The contact that was definitely off limits.

In-between the shivers of pleasure, Missy would stop her petting for a moment and run her hand across his. Teasing or perhaps testing something. It came to a head when his fingers began to thrust into her. She nudged his arm upward, moving from her stomach, teetering onto her chest. They pushed a little more, manipulating his hand against a firm breast. Leo quietly obeyed, inching his hand over and grasping her tit. Missy let out a hitching hiss of approval and pushed her head against his.

Aside from the sleek fur hiding away a nipple, Missy’s breasts were similarly human. She was modestly sized. Leo had to wonder if they got any bigger for her species or if they remained small as a factor of their moving lifestyle. The scientific approach did little to tame his wandering hands, as unfortunately, he too was getting into the routine.

It was small concessions at first. Merely a squeeze as he pushed against her button. Then a tease of the nipple. Then he was actively roaming it. Curiosity and a hint of lust had gotten the better of him.

Underneath the cover of fur was an erect nipple. Smooth and pliable. It was hard to see in this light, but Leo could faintly make out how it made a noticeable bump on her chest as his finger circled around it. He could only guess it was as pitch black as the gentle skin on her palms and fingertips. A small tug and a gasp confirmed that the woman was more than alright with it being played with.

It wasn’t long before Missy was essentially laying back against him. She had loosened up enough, and yet she still wouldn’t finish. Leo could only continue. Moving from breast to breast. Speeding up his tempo. She had to be close, right? A twitch from his groin desperately made him wish that she was reaching that edge.

Missy rubbed her legs and stifled a moan. “Leo, I’m gonna cum.” That was his cue to speed up. Perhaps he was tired of this, perhaps his libido wanted some closure. The room filled with that wet squish of pleasure. Missy quickly wrapped a leg over his hand, forcing it against her sex as she let out a low moan. Leo unconsciously squeezed back, drawing that much more out of her. Missy pushed back, whimpered, then fell limp.

Heavy breaths were all that remained. While Missy might have been exhausted, her leg didn’t unwind, keeping his hand firmly planted on her warm entrance. Leo wasn’t about to wriggle free either. He did, however, pull his hand away from her breast after some time.

“Are you alright?” Leo asked. He knew she was, the question was more to prompt her into moving.

“Yeah,” Missy replied. Didn’t move. “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.” Dumb thing to say, but what else was there? Her legs slipped away, at least, allowing him to save his hand.

“I know how like, this is the worst thing ever for you, but uh… I really enjoy it.”

“I know you do.”

“Kinda stupid to say, I guess, heh.” She sighed. “Just don’t know how else to show how I appreciate it.”

“You need it. That’s all.” There was a long silence. Missy’s heart pumped loudly through him, punctuated by her slowing gasps. That was all, huh? Right. “You ready to go to bed yet?”

“Just give me a few more seconds. Think I might fall over if I try.”

Leo didn’t exactly feel like expending the energy to pick her up either. Funny how this was probably the most rigorous exercise he had all day. Trying to bring a woman to orgasm. A good thing Missy didn’t pick up on that, otherwise she’d hammer that joke home a million times a day. Why not just buy her a toy? Well, one that would destroy what little respect he had for himself, and two, she would probably complain about it being too synthetic.

Missy nuzzled her head against him one last time and picked herself up. She tip-toed out of the room and out of sight. “Thank you!” she called out. Yeah, you’re welcome. Leo went to the bathroom to clean himself up. It would be at this point that he would feel the heat in him cool from the water and feel embarrassed at that spark. Not this time. He was aroused, just not burning like he usually did. What changed? Was it him? He vigorously rubbed his hand and then headed off for bed.

Was it her?

Leo closed his eyes. Neither option felt good.