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James and the Giant Beach

Chapter 2

by

Dissident Love

Copyright 2012

Seriously, there's nothing about

enormous fruit anywhere in this

story. Honest. Look at this face.

Monday morning dawned far too early yet again. James hadn't gotten home until well after three, though in spite of the luxurious purple-hued images floating through his head with a ferocity that had made him fear he might never sleep again, he had fallen into a deep, dreamless slumber within moments of hitting the pillow.

Upon waking, his biggest regret had been the whole 'dreamless' part. What a waste, he thought to himself. Endless wide-screen high-definition three-dee mental pictures of Penny from almost every concievable angle, and what does his brain do when it gets home? Closes up shop for the night. Pathetic. He slapped himself upside the head and ordered himself to be more considerate.

The next biggest regret was waking up to seeing his mother's stern glare, just... glaring. At him.

"Long night?"

He knew that tone. It was the tone that could calmly declare that it to be the middle of the night, and the brilliant noonday sun, intelligent and fearful, would quickly try to hide behind a tree and act nonchalant. It was the tone that would brook no contradiction. It was also the tone that, in his love-addled state, James was confident he could deal with.

"Yeah," he yawned, jaw creaking.

A tiny minkfoot tapped a stacatto beat on his floor, and was silent. "Was it interesting?"

James appeared to think about it while stretching, glancing pensively skywards. "A little."

Another brief drum beat, and he could swear he saw little puffs of steam emerge from her ears. "Did you go anywhere?" she said in tones so clipped they could have been used to sharpen a jeweller's lathe.

But even that was not enough to put a scratch into his mood. "Yup," he said, swinging his legs out of bed and digging his toes into the carpet.

His mother's eyes flew open, and he was secretly impressed one of them didn't explode from the vast, pent-up geological forces of maternal fury. "Where did you go?" she demanded, each word grateful to be beyond the realm of her tiny but effective teeth.

"I went to the beach," he said, twisting around and feeling his back and shoulders pop. Ye gods, but that had been a lot of climbing!

His mother's mouth opened to continue along whatever predermined path of verbal abuse she had selected, but she stopped. "The beach?" She sounded slightly puzzled, as though a tree had somehow appeared in her underwear drawer, the sort of puzzled one does not ever expect to be. "Why?"

James shrugged. "Why not? I couldn't sleep, the moon was almost full, and the beach is really pretty at night. I just sort of... hung out. See?" He gestured to where his sneakers were piled by the door, very conspicuously covered in a fine layer of unmistakable Flauerton beach sand. He still had some between his toes, too, which his careful toe-wriggling had dislodged for the world to see.

He watched as the freight train of her well-rehearsed rage encounted the sudden, unexpected sinkhole of new evidence. "But... why?" she asked, still searching desperately for an angle.

The younger mink stood up, still only an inch taller than his slender, delicate and quivering mother. "Too many horror movies, ma," he chuckled, giving her a little peck on the cheek. "Man, what time is it? Ten? Holy crap, thanks for letting me sleep in, I really needed that."

She continued to stare at his pillow, unmoving when James scooted past her, grabbed some clothes from his white clapboard dresser and headed down the hall. "Yeah," she said hollowly, "no problem."

The sounds of mirthful showering creeped around the bathroom door when she finally shook herself out of her reverie and padded back down the short hallway to the stairs. Like most classical seaside homes the kitchen comprised an enormous volume of the house, and every corridor and common room branched off from it. "I think there's something up with him, still," she snapped, heading down the short flight of stairs alongside the breakfast nook. "I just know it."

Her husband, a dark-hued southern mink who stood in stark contrast with his snowy-white family, kept his head down into his plate of eggs. "Mmm," he said.

"He snuck out again!"

"Mmm."

"There was sand on his shoes, and he'd just like me to believe that it's from the beach, he'd just like me to believe that, but there's no way he spent four hours at the BEACH in the middle of the night, I don't care how warm it is."

"Mmm?"

"His bike tires are almost worn bald! Where is he going?!"

"Mmm."

"BURK!"

He sighed, bulky (for a mink) chest heaving. "It's just a fancy, sweetie, you know that. A lot of the local boys go through that, they go over to Ellisfam and peek in windows and carve their names in the flowers and, you know... they think it's exciting."

"You're taking his side?"

"What side? He's getting more exercise than anyone else in this family, and you know as well as I do there's no law against it."

"There doesn't need to be a law," she spat, frozen venom on every word. "Not with them. We just KNOW."

"Nancy," he started to say, but trailed off. It was a discussion they had attempted several times over the years, but it was not one that Burk had ever won, if such a thing could ever said to be won. She stood facing away from him by the kitchen sink, staring out into the distance, staring out at nothing in particular. He turned back to his eggs.

Mother and father still stood and sat, respectively, when James, scrubbed and dressed and smelling of oranges, skipped down the short flight of stairs, grabbed a few pieces of toast from the cold pile in the center of the old pine table, glibly announced he was going to the beach with Gil and Nate before going to work, and vanished out the side door.

Burk finished his eggs, carefully placed his dish in the sink, and kisses his wife on the back of her neck. She stiffened, but otherwise did not respond, and he said "And yet, we love him."

---

It was late July in a seaside beach town, and James was definitely noticing. He might have been spending a lot of his time atop the Ridge with a pair of binoculars, peeping on the neighboring township and their bikini-clad beachgoers, but the majority had still been spent here at the Flauerton Boardwalk. 'Mob' would not have done the crowd justice, he thought, ducking and weaving to avoid being trampled.

"Yeah, just try and step on my feet right there, yeah, that doesn't bother me in the slightest," he said, moving nimbly, flitting through the crowd like a tiny white fish. Legs that were nearly as big as he was swayed and stomped, but he had a lifetime of experience to draw upon. There was a flurry of tails, a clatter of hooves, and then he was clinging to the old timber railings of the boardwalk, looking out at the mile-long crescent of shimmering white sand.

"Jerks," he said without malice. Beach towns lived on tourism, lived and breathed and needed them to survive long enough to do it all over again. All around him were tall strapping wolves, lean lithe cougars, musclebound moose and vixens by the truckload, wealthy enough to be able to fit week-long retreats into their summers and lucky enough to be able to look good doing it.

He looked down at his thin chest, gangly arms and slender legs. True, that described most minks, but it wasn't easy growing up with the constantly shifting landscape of gorgeous exposed flesh above his ears, to say nothing of the vastly larger expanses of... land just over the Ridge to the south.

But now he had Penny, and he was pleased to find that, for once, he could look upon the bronzed fur and bulging swimsuits and not care one whit.

He clambered up onto the railing and settled his rump, leaning against one of the lamposts and breathing in the scents of the ocean which were just creeping in around the edges of the monsoon smells of sunscreen and sweat. He was clad in a pair of loose-fitting green shorts, black tanktop that stood out against his alabaster fur and red sneakers, all carefully selected based on the theory that if he presented enough contrast he could blend seamlessly into the background.

"You're late."

"FUCKING HELL!" James cried, now hanging upside-down, legs locked around the railing. "What the HELL, Nate?"

The little marmoset just laughed, danging effortlessly from the wrought-iron carriage lamp creaking overhead. "Gotcha."

"What the... HOW? You weren't there when I got here!"

"I jumped."

"From where?!"

Nate pointed, and James' eyes followed. Righting himself on the railing he had to chuckle. "Moose?"

"Moose. I don't think he even noticed me." James might be smaller than the average fur, but at least he would always have Nate to tower over. "So where were you last night?"

The mink scratched one tiny ear. "Home. Why?"

"Oh, nothing. I just heard that there was a lying bastard down at the boardwalk, thought you might have seen him." Nate's dark-grey body was covered only by a pair of orange shorts, every deft little finger and toe exposed for maximum mobility.

"Subtle."

"I am motherfucking King Subtlety," he said with a straight face.

"Outstanding. So why do you think I wasn't at home?"

"Because if you were home, you'd be denying it right now, instead of trying to figure out how I know that you weren't."

"Douche."

"You love me."

Nate dropped down as lightly as a miniscule stormcloud, flicking James' ear. "You seen Gil yet?"

The mink shrugged. "I just got here myself, trying not to get stompled before I have to go to work. What are you up to today?"

The little marmoset shrugged, something the gangly little figure was very good at. "I work at five, otherwise not a lot. The waves look pretty decent today, I was thinking about renting a surfboard."

"Do they rent those in toddler size?"

"Bite me."

"On it," he laughed. "What are you doing after work?"

"Meh, I dunno. I get off at ten, so... sleep?"

James glanced at his nails nonchalantly, expending a great deal of effort to sounding unconcerned. "Can I crash at your place tonight?"

"Why, man? It's a Monday. Save that stuff for the weekends. Besides, you live six blocks away." Nate, though, was no moron, and was looking curiously at the pale mustelid.

"Yeah, I guess, but we haven't hung out much this summer."

"And I get the feeling," Nate sighed, "that we're not going to be spending much time tonight. Look, if you wanna spend every night going over there and cuddling up to hir window and fapping until you're blue in the palm that's your perogative, but don't drag my good name through the mud."

"You don't understand-"

Nate's tiny but iron-strong hand clamped over his muzzle, silencing him. "Yeah, you keep telling me that," he breathed, the note of resignation already creeping into his voice. "But it's never going to happen, ok? Shi's a beautiful ten-tonne filly, and you're a waiter at a Chinese buffet. Grow up, get your dick out of the clouds, and start focusing on regular chicks."

James nodded and sighed, although it came out as a wheezing squeak through his gripped muzzle. When the little marmoset finally released him, James said recalcictrantly, "See, I'd like that, I really would, but I've got a date tonight, and I don't think they'd be pleased if I canceled."

"No shit!" Nate said, grinning. "Awesome. Who?"

James just arched his eyebrow, and Nate's jaw dropped. "No."

"Yes. We're meeting at hir place at six, and I might not be back until... well, really late. My mom's getting worse than you, and you're already as bad as a REGULAR mom, so I need to cover my tracks."

"No way."

"Way." James' eyes grew dreamy and he seemed as though he were partly liquefying, sagging limply against the railing. "We stayed up until two in the morning, just... talking. In hir bed. I was on a little pillow, and shi was just wearing a really big t-shirt. Shi smelled like mint and lavender and... and... I dunno, something that smells Easter pink, is all I can think of. I don't know what it was, but now it's going to make me think of hir."

"No way."

"Close your jaw, dude." Nate obliged with a click. "Penny and I... hit it off. Shi's... shi's so... shi kept my notes, man. All of them. I'm in love."

At those last words he felt his heart flip-flop in his thin chest. He had never uttered those words out loud, not to his friends and not even to himself. He had been wary of using that word in the possible and vague misfortune that things would not work out, a distant but undeniably likely reality. But now, in front of Nate, it seemed to cement the previous night's events. They weren't some wondrous shared delusion anymore, diaphonous and ineffable; they were real, they had happened, and now Nate would never again be able to get that visual out of his mind.

Nate wheezed a little bit, careened dangerously and righted himself. "Oh-kay, so... you want to fake being at my place?"

James squeezed the marmoset's little dark foot. "It would really mean a lot to me, man. It's not... it's not sneaking over anymore to stare, it's something else. Look, it's just for one night, and after that..." He swallowed nervously. "After that, I don't know."

Nate leaned forwards, bonking his forehead against James' shoulder in an oddly feline gesture. "Just call me Spiderman... everybody gets one."

The alabaster mink spun and squeezed his friend tightly, perhaps too tightly. "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!"

"Owie! Owie! Owie!"

"Gaaaaayyyyyy."

Nate and James spun, both nearly tumbling from the railing, and saw Gil standing there, stock still with the crowd flowing around him as a brook flowed around a boulder. The smaller tourists managed to dodge him while the larger ones tended to bounce. "GAH!" James cried, heart pounding. "Don't... don't DO that, Gil! What happened to that bell I gave you?"

"I swall-owed it."

"How was it?" Nate asked. Gil just shrugged. "And it wasn't gay, it was a bro-hug. Under the circunstances, those are allowed to take up to eight seconds."

"With three pats on the back and no eye contact," James confirmed, grinning. "And I would have gone longer for this. Go on, take a guess."

The gila's huge head swung back and forth slowly. He wasn't scheduled to blink for another forty-five minutes, the mink thought wryly, but I'm sure this would be about when anyone else would. "Free... beer?" he said slowly, beads glinting in the harsh sunlight.

"Better."

Nate hopped lightly from the railing to the top of Gil's enormous head. Gil did not seem to notice or care. The little marmoset leaned over and placed his face close to the gila's eye. "He's got a date. With hir."

Gil threw caution to the wind and blinked, jaw dropping slowly. James just leaned back against the lamppost and preened. "You know you're jealous."

"You... will..."

"Tell you about it? Hell yes!"

"... need ... lube."

---

His afternoon shift at the King's Garden Buffet seemed to drag on interminably. While not renowned as great cuisine, it had three enormous advantages: it was beachfront, it was air-conditioned, and it was slightly less expensive than the nearby Gai Jin Pho. As a result, the 'lunch rush' during the tourist season generally ran from the 7am Breakfast Buffet until it's 9pm closing time. Scurrying back and forth from the kitchens to the platters with such speed that he was sure he could have heated the trays through sheer atmospheric friction, he managed the entire five-hour nightmare with a smile on his face and a song in his heart.

A song about horses, as it turned out.

Shirtless beach-boys and their curvy bikini-straining girlfriends marched through his shift in droves, giggling and exhilarated by the fresh ocean air and the seven-ninety-five special. Normally he would have had at least one eye on those luscious bodies, but today there was nothing for him to see but pale imitations of Penny.

And the clock. Slamming huge trays of rice and fried mystery meat down into the buffet platters, he was always paying attention to the clock. Faster, he thought, just go a little faster! His kindly manager Mr. Nguyen repeatedly complimented James on his hustle, and he smiled graciously at the praise, but he didn't want praise, or even the infrequent and paltry tips the frenetic staff occasionally recieved. He wanted out. He wanted to feel the road beneath his bike. He wanted to stare up at his beloved horsegrrl as more than just stalker and stalkee. He wanted freedom!

But between slavery and freedom lies fifteen pounds of chicken balls, he chuckled, dropping another tray into it's warming slot.

His stubby tail was wiggling like a paint mixer when the clock finally ticked over to five o'clock, most of the early-bird diners already gone and the flood of families only just beginning. His sigh of relief nearly knocked over Trish the cashier when he spied his replacement arriving, a lean and faintly bluish wolfhound by the name of Roger.

"HiRogerhowyadoingthanksforbeingontimehavefuntonightgottagoseeya!"

Apron fluttering gently to the ground, it would be later remarked that in the history of the King's Garden, no-one had ever moved so fast who was not heading for a washroom.

The plans had all been arranged before lunch. James would be, as far as all were concerned, at Nate's house, but not until late, not until very late. James would be out at the beach and then the arcade with Gil until Nate got finished at the coffee shop, and then all three would probably go and browse the bonfires for a little while. They might not get in until midnight, and surely all the parents would be asleep by then so James had promised to insert himself into a sleeping bag in Nate's basement by sunup the next morning, on pain of death to be administered by Gil, which would ensure it would be a very slow death.

He snagged his backpack from behind the maitre'd's kiosk, breezed outside to unlock his bike and was several blocks away before Roger had even suited up for his shift.

"Here I come, Penny," he said in between wheezes, hurtling through town at breakneck speeds. Past three or four blocks from the beach the crowds thinned out considerably and he was able to hop back onto the sidewalk, which was considerably safer than dodging oncoming traffic.

By the time he had skipped town, taken the offramp and pedaled through to the little rest area and public campground just beyond the Flauerton city limits he was dripping with sweat and, according to his watch, four minutes behind schedule. The little love-starved mink had still managed the first leg of his trip faster than he could ever remember, and he noted that his self-imposed time limit might have been a smidgen unrealistic, but he pumped on, undaunted.

With the sun low on the horizon the campground was crammed to capacity, every parking spot full and every picnic table occupied, dozens of tiny camp stoves and barbecues sizzling and steaming with myriad wonderful smells. Not everyone could afford a bed & breakfast, seaside motel or time-share hacienda by the ocean, and the thrifty overflow always ended up out here. There were attractive furs his own age everywhere he looked, but he didn't care.

His bike skid-stop by the public washrooms, and he enjoyed the fastest shower of his short life. He knew he was going to work up a whole new sweat just biking back in to Ellisfam, but it wouldn't be the deep-down, greasy and MSG-flavored sweat he had spent the entire day up until now cultivating. James threw on a new shirt and clean shorts, hopped on his bike and didn't look back.

The campground trailed off and soon the road was just a narrow band of concrete twisting it's way through the trees. Bit by bit, though, the trees started to change, taking on larger, heavier dimensions, and James started to feel more and more that he was shrinking. It wasn't a sensation he often felt, given that he had almost always come through these roads in the deepest hours of the night, but he found it both disconcerting and strangely exhilarating.

When the colossal pines started to thin, he swallowed nervously and aimed his bike into the broad boulevards between the trunks until he could get a clear view of the southern portion of the rest area. He could see four house-sized picnic tables and, sure enough, one of them was occupied. Antlers the size of oak branches, at least the sort of oak branches he was used to, waved in the breeze as the family of deer settled down to a meal of what appeared to be mountains of salad, and he grunted in annoyance at being forced to wheel his way through the thick, jungle-like grasses. It wasn't illegal, per se, to be on the south side of the border, any more than it wasn't illegal to be spending time with a macro, but it was frowned upon to varying degrees, and he didn't want to see which degree they would see him with.

It was twenty minutes later before he passed the fourth and final picnic table and started heading east again on the highway, keeping fast and low on the far side of the concrete meridian. It was faster going here, in spite of the backwash from the infrequent vehicles on the road, cars and trucks the size of the Flauerton city hall roaring by at speeds he could scarcely believe. The physics of scale were not fully equal between James' people and the macros, but there were enough comparables to make life very interesting when the two came together.

The rising landscape of the macro town was crowned by a majestic golden sky when he finally pushed his way off of the highway. Penny's directions were very simple and he found the path to the south quite easily. True to hir word it was empty at this hour, as it likely would through all of the summer. At one end lay the little one-room school that hir town had for its few students, and the other end emptied out at the end of Penny's street. Unfortunately what was a pleasat gravel path for hir was a riverbed strewn with boulders for him, and he had to ride in the grasses again.

"Getting... a riding... lawn mower... next time..." he groaned. He was close to twenty minutes late by now, and he was cramping up all over. The night before, making plans on hir bed, inhaling hir heady scent, he might have been a little bit loose with the truth of his abilities to navigate hir town during daylight, and he would have kicked himself if he thought he could get his leg that high.

The path, true enough, came out at he end of hir street. It looked so different from ground level, long shadows stretching out in the setting sun, and coming from the opposite direction he momentarily forgot which house was hirs. "Green house, red door, green house, red door, green house... everything looks orange! What the hell? I... oh, right." There was hir window off in the distance, open with lacy curtains waving in the breeze, and dangling down... oh, yes, he thought to himself. Penny, you princess.

At twenty-five after six he stashed his bike behind a weed, stared up at the little ladder that seemed to be little more than a loose weave of thumb-thick yarn, put his foot on the first rung and immediately collapsed.

"Pssst! James! Is that you?"

"Aaarrg."

"Hurry UP! They're leaving in a MINUTE!"

"Whhaaag."

"Are you ok?"

He flashed a thumbs-up, willing the rest of his body to co-operate with his demands. He could feel his brains being squeezed out his ears, and he was reasonably sure that his fur was going to be falling out from shock at any moment. Night time from now on, he thought. James managed to sit up, grip the ladder and pull himself to his feet.

"Ok, hold on!"

"What?"

And then the side of hir house became a blur, his feet flapped wildly in the breeze and he feared for a moment that his shoulders were being pulled out of their sockets. His fingers, though, managed to keep their grip.

"That's going to take some getting used to," he gulped when he could move some moisture back up into his mouth. "G-forces..."

"Ohhh, gosh, I'm sorry," shi said prettily, one hand covering hir mouth. "I... I suppose this is still taking me some getting used to, too."

James was lowered to hir desk, white with pink trim, piled high with Cds and computer equipment. He looked up at a monitor that was the size of the smaller screen at the local movie theatre. Catching his breath, the little mink sat down on a stack of jazz albums and grinned. He didn't think he would ever stop grinning, really. "It's ok... I'm the limiting factor here, I guess."

"That sounds a little harsh," shi giggled, standing in front of hir dresser and primping in the mirror. James finally noticed what shi was wearing and his jaw dropped. He moved his backpack to his lap and hoped that he wouldn't have to stand up for a little while, and then thought with some bemusement, I suppose it's a strange blessing that I'm so SMALL shi'll never notice if I've got a hard-on.

Up close, Penny was a remarkably statuesque figure. Had they been of similar scales shi still would have been taller than him, but now he was reminded again that shi was likely taller than any building in Flauerton. He made a mental note to look up the size of the bell tower on the town hall. He had seen hir in any number of outfits from a distance, and he had seen hir the night before wearing an enormous shapeless nightie, but now shi was a short sprint away and wearing a figure-hugging black dress that was, to say the very least, extremely flattering.

"Fwwwaaaaahhhh."

"You were cutting it close," shi announced, too far to hear his wordless moan. "My dad knocked on my door, like, a minute ago and told me to 'hurry the hell up'. How do I look?"

Shi twirled, black skirts flashing more than twenty feet of svelte, coltish leg, chestnut hair bouncing gaily. It was much curlier than normal and fairly glowed in the fading sunlight streaming in through the open window. The black dress was wrapped deliciously close to hir enormously impressive hermness, but sadly muted it's details; it was like looking at a storm cloud at night. The plunging neckline, though, showed enough glossy auburn cleavage for him to comfortably sleep for the rest of his life. "Fancy enough? Oh, you fell over..."

James righted himself, his grin now starting to hurt his cheeks. "You look like a goddess," he squeaked.

Penny cocked hir head, then sighed and moved closer, bringing hir head down level wih the desk. This had the unfortunate and unintended side effect of forcing hir to lean very far over, and the sudden appearance of hir heavy swaying breasts at three-quarter exposure nearly gave James a stroke. "Ok, what did you say? I need to get you, like, a tiny megaphone or something."

He gasped once, twice, then managed "Good." He was proud of himself.

Penny glanced down, hir nose bumping against hir upper slopes. "Oh! Sorry. I guess I should be careful with these around you," shi said, winking once at him to show that shi was perfectly well aware of the effect shi was having.

There was a pounding at the door like a building imploding. "Penny! Hurry up, this is getting ridiculous!"

"Coming, Dad," shi called, standing up swiftly. "Ok, you all set?"

He nodded dumbly, saddened by hir vast bosom soaring away but extremely pleased that hir posture now brought the full immensity of hir lower endowments within touching distance. He could even see the faint tracery of hir panties against the midnight black velvet, and his eyes nearly popped out when he made out a few low, meandering veins, light and shadow playing magically over their-

"Are you ok?"

"NOTHING! I TRIPPED!"

Penny reached out for him but paused a few scant inches, or feet, depending on your point of view, away, and simply placed hir hand palm-up on the desk. James regained his feet, also again, and blushed, moving to kneel a little unsteadily in hir hand, which was to his mode of measurement a yard long. Clutching his bag protectively he found himself lifted high into the air, whisked at breast-height though the room and then deposited with surprisingly gentleness into hir purse.

"Ok, now you be good in there, ok? I'll check on you in a minute!" The pale mink stared up at hir open, honest, beauteous face and just sighed when shi zipped the large black purse shut. It was like being in an enormous hammock full of strange furniture, but it wasn't uncomfortable, exactly.

There was still a dim glow from above, but he closed his eyes, leaned back, laced his fingers behind his head, and just tried to... listen.

"Well, it's about time!" A gruff voice, deep and with a hint of an annoyed whicker; undoubtedly hir father, short for a horse but built like a tank. James had been assured that he was a 'sweetheart' and he'd like the little mink 'someday', but he was still terrifying. "I was worried we'd have to leave you here."

"Ohh, Dad," Penny chuckled airily, "relax, I was just trying to get ready."

"We're just going to El Chupacabre's, dear." A female voice this time, mildly reproachful and nearly as deep as Penny's father. Wow, James thought, Penny's going to sound like that someday? "You didn't need to get so... showy."

"It's been weeks since I've been anywhere that didn't just serve burgers. El Chupas has chairs and menus and waiters in cute little uniforms..."

"Oh, you," hir mother chuckled. The purse shook as Penny apparently joined in the laughter, and James lamented that he was unable to see the jiggling from his perspective.

Over the next few minutes he found himself moved around, raised, dropped, and at one point he was almost positive his little home was being gripped between hir thighs. There was a change in temperature, a three-part clip-clop of hooves down the front steps of the home, and then car doors slamming. He wanted to poke his head out of the purse, but he wasn't sure it would be safe. If anyone turned around...

"ACK!" His whole body spasmed, trying to right himself until he realized that the pressure against his lower belly was, in fact, one of Penny's little fingers poking around in the purse. He leaned over and hugged it, and it curled against him chest, giving him a little scritch.

The purse unzipped and he was flooded with light. "Do you guys think I need lipstick?" James nodded wildly, lifting up one of the shiny leg-sized tubes and offering it to the angel above.

"No, I don't think the waiters there are quite THAT cute." Shut up, Penny's Mom, James thought loudly.

"Aww, ok," Penny sighed, as put out as could be. Hir fingers nudged the tube out of his hands, tickled his leg, and then moved over to a little notepad. The pad and a stubby little pencil vanished, and James smiled. Clever girl.

While they drove through the sparsely-populated little town, James unzipped his own pack and started to rummage around. He had to shift around a little bit in order to let enough light in to figure out which articles of clothing were which, having faith that Penny would prevent his motions from being noticed, and it was only when he pulled out his extra shirt that he realized just what the dense, yielding mass he was leaning against was.

The notepad popped back in. On it, written in adorable cursive, was the word 'comfy?' and a little winking smiley face.

His hand felt along the gently rounded faux-leather wall behind him and banished all doubt. Oh gods, he thought, it's hir sac. The little pencil was dropped in, and he managed to pick it up and awkwardly scrawl 'yes thnx' and a blushing emoticon. It was like text messaging, but slightly faster.

The notepad vanished again along with the pencil, and he scrabbled madly to change before shi peeked hir head in. At one point he ended up nearly inverted, wedged between a makeup case and something large and crinkly that felt like some sort of candy bar, trying to stuff himself into a pair of pants and trying even harder to NOT think about where he was located on hir lap, but apparently shi understood his frenetic flailing and didn't stick the notepad back in until he was still once more.

Panting lightly, he read the next line down in their carbon-based conversation. "Regretting it yet?" he said aloud, parsing the shorthand. "What you doing?"

He caught the pencil, scribbled 'gtng chgd 4 date, u comfy?' and then gave hir hand a pat when it retreated with the notepad.

The purse shifted again and the contours against his back changed. Nimble paws explored, and now it seemed as though there was not one single rounded surface, but three. He squeezed through the incredibly thick material of the purse, and his little dark home shook with a skyward giggle. The notepad popped back in, and said 'comfy NOW?' and the accompanying winky face had a little heart around it.

Bloody hell, he thought, trying to be a gentleman and scoot AWAY from the nearly vertical mound of hir sheath, shi's trying to kill me!

The muted engine sounds died and he held on for dear life, acceleration pinning him to the crinkly candy bar before he settled into a brisk, swaying rhythm. "Ok, we're walking to the restaurant now," he mumbled, wrapped around his backpack as though it were a life preserver. A bell jangled somewhere, faint plunking faux-Latin music filtered through the open top of the purse along with delicious, spicy smells. "Wow, this place smells totally better than the El Chupas back home!"

He dangled there for a little while, hearing a distant conversation about waiting to be seated. James squeaked when the notepad was dropped back through, though, along with the pencil. There was a quite skilfully-drawn sketch there of a very well-endowed horsegrrl feeding tiny vegetables to what appeared to be a miniscule chipmunk sticking out of a purse. He clamped his hand over his muzzle, but that couldn't stop his lovestruck smile. He hoped she passed down some nachos, too! A mink cannot live off of carrots alone.

After another period of jostling, he heard the clatter of cutlery and figured out that the trio had taken their seats, and from the way the purse kept bouncing he determined that it was a booth and he was next to Penny's leg. "I guess it beats the floor," he chuckled, very carefully sitting up. With his knees on the makeup case he could just get his ears up to the zipper, but he was oh so hesitant to poke even a whisker beyond their confines. He tilted his head this way and that and saw the underside of a large table complete with gum, the distant sight of Penny's mother's long blonde hair, and the much closer landscape of Penny hirself, though from this angle he was hard pressed to see anything beyond the majestic buttress of hir breasts.

One hand reached out wistfully, but he sighed and withdrew it. Soon.

Dinner conversation was polite, and James learned a lot. Hir parents were still grumbling that shi hadn't found a job yet, though with the small population of the town shi made the sensible point that nearly everyone worked for their parents, or friends of their parents and there were no positions available. Hir parents were, as all parents are, quite undaunted by this perfectly sensible logic, and said that shi just wasn't trying hard enough. Penny offhandedly mentioned that there WERE ways shi could make money off of the tourists, but shi was worried hir parents would find it unseemly, to say nothing of unsanitary.

James grinned madly, trying not to chuckle. "You get 'em, grrl!" he said, patting hir thigh through the purse. The bag shook as shi pat it right back.

He reddened slightly when the waitress came to take their order and, from his point of view, Penny was leaning forwards and inhaling perhaps more than was strictly necessary. The server, a lovely mynxgirl that would have been unable to lay down in the Flauerton rec center, blushed but was unable to keep her sparking feline eyes off of the equine's luscious body. James lay one hand possessively against hir thigh through the heavy material of the purse, then chastised himself.

Truthfully, he found it a little exciting that Penny was making eyes at the lynx, as the tiny mink and macro horse had a relationship that spanned less than four hours, so it would be silly to try and lay a claim on those momumental curves. Thoughts rose unbidden in his mind of the two macros entwined on a pink, lacy bed with himself lost in the spaces between them, and his legs almost went out from under him.

A moment later he realized he missed whatever everyone had ordered, and the waitress was gone.

Penny glanced down at him, winked and licked hir lips. He waved back, tiny paw wriggling just behind the zippered gap, but that hand vanished when his legs finally did buckle at the sight of hir fingers tracing slowly and langurously over one black-clad breast. Shi clasped hir hands in hir lap quickly, though, obviously not wanting to arouse too much suspicion in hir parents even as shi aroused the devil's lusts in James' loins.

He inched his head closer to the opening and spent several long minutes simply admiring the incredibly defined details of hir body while shi talked with hir parents. Like most herms over a certain relative proportion shi had to sit with hir legs splayed wide in order to give hir collected bulges enough room; when shi held hir hands against hir belly, resting against the base of hir velvet-covered sheath, those bulges seemed to swell and bounce. Ye gods, he marveled, if I were standing next to one of those balls it would still be taller than me!

He couldn't imagine ever again settling for someone his size. "Well, I'm ruined for life," he grinned.

Eventually dinner arrived, and the smells nearly drove him as mad as the sights. A full day of serving buffet food without touching a scrap, followed by a frantic bike ride had more than drained his reserves, and he was sure that the giant redwood-sized parents could hear his stomach rumbling. He had already eaten his stash of granola bars, fat lot of good they did, and he was debating crawling out onto hir lap and begging for food.

After a few exploratory nibbles Penny dropped a nacho the size of a dinner plate into hir purse, made a show of trying to find it and then gave up. One end was globbed with cheese, and there was a sliced olive as big as his fist embedded in it. He was about to jokingly ask for some salsa when a partially-opened packet was also 'accidentally' dropped in.

"Thank you," he purred, leaning against hir leg in thanks and chewing happily.

Other morsels were added throughout the meal, more than he could eat and he quickly had filled up his backpack with the remains. It was delicious and definitely better than the El Chupas on the other side of the ridge. How fair was that?

He curled up against the crinkly candy bar, which was strangely flexible, gnawing now on a little piece of cinnamon-sugared churro the size of a hoagie. The conversation above was light stuff, discussing the weather, hir friends, the beach situation, hir now-infamous lack of employment and the thronging tourists. Hir mother asked if shi was even trying to meet boys despite the lack of locals, and Penny feigned horror, clutching imaginary pearls to hir bosom.

"Mom, I'm not going to just be some Westie's beach-babe!"

"Oh, I don't mean someone to just... you know... but you could spend time with them at least! Go take in a movie, go for a romantic walk on the beach, hold hands. Do kids still hold hands?"

"Yes, mom."

"Well, good. Glad some things haven't changed. But you just go out with Gloria and Goldie all day, and from what I hear they're not having problems meeting people."

"That's one way of putting it," Penny groused. "Is this why we're going out tonight? Dinner, all this, is for a 'talk'?" Shi took a deep breath and James's eyes swelled sympathetically. "Are you seriously telling me you're concerned I'm not having ENOUGH sex?"

"Awkwa-a-a-ard," James breathed, receding into the depths of the purse. Sorry, hon, he thought to himself, I didn't mean to be here for THIS little chat.

Penny's father chuckled. "Not quite in those words, honey," he said, gently and placatingly. "It's just that this is a big year for you, a big summer, and we don't want it passing you by. You've only got one more year of school, and then one last summer, and then you're out in the world. College, maybe university, and then who knows?"

"You're only young once, sweetie," hir mother agreed. "We'd just like to see you going out more! It doesn't need to be... you know..."

"Sex," Penny said flatly.

"Yes. Do you... have protection?"

James could see his darling rolling hir eyes. "Yes, mom," she said tiredly.

"Well, good. You're a very pretty herm, and you never know."

"You keep telling me how much I don't know," Penny said astutely. The little mink was aware that hir left hand had dropped and was now cradling hir purse against hir leg, almost protectively. He reached out and stroked hir palm through the thick purse reassuringly. "I don't need any advice in this area right now."

"Of course, dear, we know you're smart, and it would probably mean the end of the world if you didn't have a little bit of experience with boys hitting on you-"

"And waitresses," hir father said wryly.

"-and, er, yes, those," hir mother continued, a little flustered. "Are they... hitting..."

It was obvious even to James, who couldn't see any of the older parties involved, that the mom was floundering, the father was thoroughly enjoying the situation, and Penny was wishing shi were somewhere else. "Yes, mom, they're hitting on me," shi sighed, gripping the purse tightly. "I'll be right back, ok?"

His heavy fried dinner plunged in his stomach when the purse rocketed through the air, and he found himself being swished through the restaurant. There was the thump of a swinging door, and then a hollow, echoey silence. The purse was plunked down somewhere, and after a brief moment Penny said softly "Ok, all clear, little guy!"

The mink's head popped up out of the purse. Back and hips screaming in protest he slowly rose until the zipper was chest-height, stretching and twisting, feeling bones pop back into place. "That's... oof... not the most comfortable place in the world," he said loudly, "but it's worth it. Uhm... do you want me to put bean dip in my ears when we go back out so I don't hear anything else?"

Penny laughed, a light and carefree laugh, leaning against the long, gleaming washroom counter. "Oh, it's fine, they do this every couple weeks, but this is a little up front, even for them. Are you ok in there? I don't know if I have anything I can give you to drink, they only have vinegar in little packets, not cola."

He slumped over the edge of the purse, his back finally feeling right again. "I'll survive. I should bring a juice box next time." He looked around, and Penny was put in mind of a prairie dog poking it's head out of it's burrow.

"Hey, weren't you... did you change?"

James paused and glanced down at himself, then spread his hands helplessly. "It's a first date, I thought I should wear something fancier than flip flops." He hopped up and heaved his rump onto the edge of the purse, the heavy fabric barely sagging. "What do you think?"

The towering herm took in the white shirt, the black blazer and the well-pressed black shorts. "I guess a two-and-a-half piece suit is better than nothing," shi giggled. "And you look incredible, James. Like a tiny beach-boy superspy."

"I don't own pants," he said, gesturing down at himself. "Look at where I live. I guess it's not as romantic as I was hoping."

Penny inched closer, although it was considerably faster for him, hir heaving bosom threatening to overflow the barrier of hir crossed arms. "It's sort of romantic for me, knowing you're in there," shi purred, no easy feat for a gigantic horsegrrl. "I could put you back in my lap."

James pinked through his fur but grinned right back at hir. "I never know where to put my hands when a grrl does that," he laughed. "I'm no good at first-date etiquette."

Shi scooted a little closer, those glossy-furred globes filling his vision. "Me either," shi sighed melodramatically. "Been on a bunch of first dates, I guess, but it never seems romantic, so maybe that's normal."

"I thought you said-"

"Tourists," shi said, dipping hir head down and winking at him, chestnut locks bouncing. "They hit me up while I'm out somewhere, we make plans, hit the beach, go to a movie, check out a barbecue sometimes or a house party, but... I dunno. Never feels right."

He glanced down the enormous and inviting valley of hir cleavage and swallowed. "You must be pretty hard-up, I guess, if you're giving me a shot."

Shi laughed, a whinnying laugh that tugged at his heartstrings. "You make it sound like you're some sort of consolation prize!"

"I look like something you could have won at a bake sale!"

"Look, you adorable little morsel," shi said, bringing hir muzzle down right down next to him, "I'm already being more than accomodating with the whole dating situation here, don't you think? If you want to call it quits, I could go for a little jog and drop you off on the edge of town..."

"No! No no no! I just... gods, you're pretty," he moaned, staring into hir huge eyes, "and I don't mean that this isn't going well, even if it isn't going all that well and I've got churro crumbs stuck in my boots and the size difference is maybe just a little insurmountable and it's not like you'll ever be able to introduce me to your parents as anything other than a magical elf..."

Hir lips pursed and shi kissed him, and James completely forget what words he was going to speak next along with every other entry in his vocabulary.

"It's going fine, and you... you, you, you need to relax."

James was stiff, swaying gently back and forth. His eyes were closed, his lips were pursed, although hir kiss had encompassed a goodly portion of his head and neck. His tail was wiggling with wild abandon, though, the only sign of life for several seconds.

"Now you tuck yourself down in there," shi said, straightening up and fixing hir hair in the mirror, although it was obviously perfect. "Next time I'll get you a little towel, or a tiny mattress or something. Teensy pillow. Maybe a pair of my underwear. Oh, I see you're back laying down again, ok, well, let's head back out, shall we?"

The little mink, horizontal and wheezing, was only dimly aware of being swung through the air and then back into the restaurant.

---

"Psst."

"Wmbluh?"

Penny peered into the depths of the purse where it lay alongside the large flowerprint couch. "Hon, you ok in there?"

A foot protruded through the top of the purse, twitched and swished and then retreated. "That just kinda... kept going, didn't it?"

Penny giggled, lifting the purse onto the couch. "The coast is clear. Sorry about that, I thought we were just going to watch Voice Factor, but... yeah, that was a long movie. Could you see, or...?"

"Oh, I could see," James said, popping his head through and stretching again, tiny little pips and pops just audible to hir ears. "And hear, and I had enough food from dinner to keep me going, but the only problem was trying to balance on a lipstick tube and not crinkle anything. Gyah, my legs are killing me."

The macrogrrl's expression grew pained. "Sorry," shi said again softly, rubbing his back with one finger. "Next time-"

"Mattress, I know," James said wryly, winking at hir. "It's ok, next time we'll figure something out before I end up sitting through three hours of romantic frippery."

"There wasn't any of that!"

"It means 'frivolous'."

"Oh. I knew that. It wasn't all fripperous!"

The mink laughed, lifting himself out of the purse and dropping to the couch, sitting in the middle of an enormous pink-printed flower. He immediately rolled onto his stomach and stretched out again. "Could you rub, just, my lower back a little bit? Not too hard, don't want you turning me into a little fuzzy paperclip."

James groaned loudly into the thick upholstery while one of Penny's fingers worked at him, wriggling him around as though he weighed no more than a kewpie doll. "How's that feel?"

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm," he moaned, rolling over when shi released him. "That was... well, I can't feel my toes, but I'm sure those will come back online any second now, right?"

"Sure, I didn't feel any crackling," shi laughed, leaning back and stretching as well. His head whipped over with enough speed to put him right back in traction, not wanting to miss a second of THAT display. The black dress was lit only by the pale blue glow from the gigantic television, some muted talk show playing like silenced street theatre, and raising hir arms over hir head caused it to ride up so high he could see a shadowy pink triangle of almost impossibly girlish panty. He briefly lost sight of hir face, hir arching back and heaving bosom blocking it out.

"Mmmff," he breathed, so awkwardly aroused he was nearly raising himself off the couch with his erection.

With a sigh of contentment Penny slumped again, sprawled in a very ungainly pose. "Long day," shi said, swinging one leg up and over against the cushions, making James exceedingly aware that he was now positioned somewhere between hir knees. "I guess it was longer for you, you had to work and then bike like a madmink all the way over here. I suppose it's only fair if I come and visit you sometime..."

He laughed, desperately trying not to look up hir skirt, and failing. The enormous living room was almost completely dark, the only illumination coming from the TV and a little orange glow coming in through the street-side windows. "Yeah, that'll be awesome. Hey mom, hey dad, this is Penny. Shi's too big to fit in OUR yard, so shi's literally sitting around the house. By the way, don't look out the kitchen window, it's a little private."

Penny reached down and almost grabbed James again, but instead laid hir palm flat alongside him. "That's still taking some getting used to, too," shi grinned when he climbed on, letting his legs dangle off the edge, "I just wanna pick you up and carry you around."

"Were it not for the bruised ribs, my dear, I would surely let you do what," he said gallantly. The landscape passing beneath him was certainly exciting, but in the indistinct flickering light from the television hir face took on an ethereal, almost haunting beauty. With the scale of his surroundings muted by the darkness, shi seemed briefly no larger than he, sweet and slender and his, all his. He swallowed nervously when he was deposited on the throw pillow next to hir muzzle, scale rushing back to blatant obviousness.

He stretched out on the pillow, feet sticking out past hir nose and head resting against a small pile of hir curly locks. The reflected lights twinkling and dancing in hir eye were hypnotic, and he couldn't suppress a giggle when shi blinked and hir eyelashes tickled his belly. Unfortunately, feeling his body against hir eyelashes set off a chain reaction of frenzied, reflexive blinking and he was forced to retreat amidst their shared mirth. "Too close?" shi chuckled, rubbing hir eye.

"Just a tiny bit," he said, reaching up and stroking hir mane. "Hey, you can hear me again! I guess I just have to hang out near your head all the time. Maybe if you got a big cowboy hat..."

"Nothing doing," shi said, rolling hir eyes. "I look all derpy in those. I can get you a little halo and just tell people you're my shoulder angel."

"I like the sound of that!"

"Then I'll have to get a little red horny mink and put him on my OTHER shoulder..."

"Hey! No competition!"

Shi laughed, and although the view down the plunging and swaying neckline of hir dress was the answer to so many of his prayers, it was facing stiff challenges from the enchanting beauty of hir face. He had never noticed it before but in the stark contrast of the cathode rays Penny had a vaguely diamond-shaped pattern between hir eyes. He reached up and stroked that little patch, giggling when hir eyes crossed to try and track his movements. "Awww, you can see that?"

"Yeah," he said softly, ruffling it a little. "I didn't see it last night! I'd swear it's the same color, but in this light..."

"It's my star," shi said. "I dye it."

James cocked his head. "Why? It's so cute! It's just like White Star from Mighty Little Pony, and... ooohhh."

"Yup. That show started fucking with me about four years ago." Shi didn't sound upset, just... resigned.

The mink craned his neck to see past hir breasts to the distant mounds of hir maleness. "There is a certain... resemblance, I have to admit..." he said with a chuckle, before his eyes widened and he said "You don't... you don't grow like shi does, do you?"

"Like you said, there's a certain resemblance."

James' jaw dropped, and one eye started to roll back. Penny stared levelly at him before bursting out laughing again, holding hir belly. "I'm kidding! Gods, you're easy. No, I don't do that, but it was an image I tried to cultivate for a while. For about the first two seasons of the show. Then things started getting all... bulgey, and everyone started getting wierd about it, so I started dyeing."

"That's... good," he whimpered. White Star had always been his favorite character, small of body but big of heart and certain other notable attributes. Shi had become an instant sensation across many demographics, and James himself had a White Star shirt that said 'I'll Grow On Ya!' on the back in gold lettering. But looking down at the sexy filly on the couch, for the first time in his life he thought to himself, maybe that's big enough.

"You think so?" shi said softly, blinking hir enormous eyes coyly.

"Uhm." He coughed. "Did I say that last bit out loud?"

"Yes."

"Oh."

Shi shifted around a little bit, laying on hir side, overburdened swells spreading out slightly against the cushions. "I'm not THAT big, you know," shi chuckled, tugging the pillow down a little bit so that James rested against hir neck, his toes just inches from those luscious breasts. "There's totally bigger girls than me in the city."

"Squeak."

"I'm sure someday you'll finish school and go off to college," shi said casually, reaching under hirself for the remote, "maybe down south somewhere where you minis live alongside my people, Freehaven or Victoria, and you'll find some grrl that makes me look like a paltry pubescent bunny..."

"Never!"

"Yeah, you're right, shi'll probably be an amazon, too. And rich."

James stood on the cushion and stared hir right in the ear, which was unfortunate because it would have been so much more impressive to stare hir right int he eye. "I don't just like you because you're bigger than me, or because you're... well, bigger."

"Mm hmm? Then why?"

He started to speak, faltered, tried again and failed again. "That's not really fair to ask me that," he pouted, shoulders sagging. "I've been down this road before, no answer I give is going to be the right answer. Girls only ask why boys like them when they want a way out."

Hir head pulled back, hir muzzle resting on the edge of the pillow. "Now didn't I make myself clear earlier that it would be a mite silly for me to go through all this trouble if I didn't want you hanging around?"

"Yeah, I guess, but... ok, you first, then."

"Hmm?"

"You could have any tourist boy in town, or any two of them. Heck, that waitress was willing to hit you up for more than just tips. Why the mini mink?"

Hir lips twitched, and the barely-visible star patch shuddered. "Throwing that back at me already?" shi said archly.

They matched stares, and James' heart was racing. Am I screwing this up already? Seriously? ONE DATE, and I'm pissing hir off?

Throughout the years, there have been countless attempts to answer the question of 'why me', and countless men have failed to give the mythical correct answer. Some have come close, and sometimes a close answer has been accepted by the 'me' in question, with the unspoken agreement that he would be on thin ice from there on out until such time as he could make restitutions, usually with flowers, chocolates and foreplay.

Eventually shi just shrugged, nudging and rubbing his shoulder with one finger. "Because you're cute, and... I like you, and..." Hir head advanced, great chestnut muzzle brushing lightly against his arm and moving up to his ear, where shi whispered, "I sort of like cute, tiny boys."

James leaned against hir long, sleek face for support, stroking hir barely-visible star. "Really?" Shi nodded and almost sent him tumbling. "Well, uh," he stammered, leaning over and giving a little kiss to the glowing patch between hir eyes, "I guess it's pretty obvious I like big, in, uh, more than one way, grrls."

Shi laughed. "Oh, hon, I'm just messing with you. If I wanted to know why you liked me, all I'd have to do is go into my room and read those notes you left me. 'Bountiful angel' this and 'gravid goddess' that, and I think the phrase 'love at first sight' got used, like, three times."

"I don't think it was three," he mumbled, blushing and twisting his foot.

Shi rubbed hir nose against him again. "At least." The television clicked off, the distant fading whine of the colossal tube like a thunderclap to his tiny ears. He heard the remote clatter to the ground, and he teetered back and forth, trying to keep his balance in the sudden inky blackness. "That show was boring anyways."

He swallowed and leaned against hir muzzle. "So does that mean we can bury the topic of why who likes what?"

"Mmm hmmm."

He opened his mouth to ask if they could turn on a lamp when he felt a large, fuzzy paw press gently against his body, pinning him to hir cheek and then the stomach-stretching forces of acceleration. "Hold that thought," shi said softly, walking blindly through the living room, hoofbeats muted by the thick carpet that most equines went in for these days. Shi was remarkably good at holding him without hurting him, something shi could accomplish quite easily, and he was forever grateful.

The pressure increased, though, and he was about to ask hir to loosen hir grip a little when he felt himself start to slide. The trim line of hir jaw rippled accross his abdomen, the sudden warmth of hir muscular neck, the ridge of hir collarbones... and then everything below his knees found themselves somewhere soft and inviting and very, very plump. He wriggled his toes and was rewarded with a startled whinny from above. "Hey, you getting fresh down there?"

"I didn't put myself between your... uh, those! You're driving!"

"That's no excuse," shi admonished gently. There was a sudden buffeting of wind and he slipped up to mid-thigh between hir breasts in the turbulence. "Now just hold on and... don't... squiggle around... too much..."

Although he could make out the distant rectangle of a window, faint light filtering through, by far the lion's share of his fizzing, overloaded brain was focused on the sensations enveloping his lower extremeties. "That's not easy," he whispered, unable to believe that despite the size difference shi couldn't tell that he was aroused enough to pierce steel and rubbing very prominently against hir sternum. He nuzzled his tapered little muzzle against hir fur and inhaled hir scent, hoping shi'd continue pressing him south.

"OK, almost... there we go!" The room flooded pink, and James saw they were back in Penny's bedroom. Hir hand retreated from the bedside lamp and shoved the door shut behind hir with a click. "There, better than the couch!"

"Mmmwffffffbbbmmm," he agreed.

"Oh! Sorry!" She released hir grip on him, which left him tottering and partially anchored amongst the swells of hir cleavage. He sagged, too enticed by hir flesh to stay upright, and the quick-thinking macrohorse caught him quickly, tugging him free and lowering him to the bed. "Are you sleepy already?"

"No! Just..." He sat cross-legged in the middle of hir expansive bed, staring worshipfully up at hir.

Shi hooked one finger in the deep neck of hir dress and tugged it still lower, exposing still more warm auburn fur. "I'm not making you nervous, am I?"

"Squeak!"

"Good," shi grinned, turning around and heading for hir closet, mane and tail swishing. "Just make yourself comfortable for a minute, ok?"

His eyes stayed locked on hir bouncing rump, swaying and sashaying across the room. "Whatever you say," he moaned softly. Gods, does shi know just what shi's doing to me?!

Penny opened the closet door and he saw just how big it was on the inside. It wasn't really a walk-in, but he could see two rows of hanging clothes with a mirror at the end of the short aisle. The folding doors closed behind hir and a light clicked on inside, seeping out around the edges. He heard pleasant humming coming from within, and the rustle and creak of tortured clothing being released.

He stood up unsteadily on hir pink and oh-so-girlish duvet, walking like an astronaut across the spongy field. "Can you hear me in there?" he called loudly, knowing full well that hir parents would never hear his little voice through the walls. "Penny?"

"Yeah?"

"Just wondering!" he bellowed, getting up to a good jogging pace and still with a good ways to go. "I should have brought my backpack! Remind me to get it out of your purse before I go!"

"I dropped my purse by my bedside table, just gimme a minute," shi said, more rustling sounds coming from beyond the door. "Hey, what's your favorite color?"

"Purple!" he yelled reflexively, finally closing in on the pillow. He steered to the left, heading for the little nightstand. "Why?"

"Good choice! You'll see in a minute..."

James flumphed down on the edge of the bed, panting. It wasn't that the bed was particularly enormous, he could easily have covered that distance were it grass or concrete, but running through hip-deep cotton batting was a hell of a cardio workout. He peered over the edge and saw the purse laying on the floor. It looked close enough to grab, but he knew it was near to a two-storey drop.

He rolled onto his back and stared up at the ceiling, lost in the floofy folds of the blanket. The little mink was still having a hard time believing this was actually happening. Penny. Penny's room. Penny's bed. The night before it had seemed surreal, having been captured by the grrl of his dreams, but now to be INVITED back, it was... it was...

He wished he'd paid more attention in English class. He was positive there were flowery poetic words that would not go amiss here.

The closet door slid open, and James discovered what it was like to find religion.

"So what do you think?"

Before, hir black dress had covered hir fairly well from thigh to neck, low neckline not- withstanding. Velvety fabric enveloped yet subtly muted hir figure, masking hir naughtier curves. Hir current outfit, if those small pieces of silky indigo could be called that, kept hir within the boundaries of a PG-13 rating while simultaneously leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination.

The bra dug deep lines in hir shoulders, and it was clear that it hadn't fit hir properly for quite some time. Copper-tinged flesh spilled out over the tops of the cups, to the sides and more than a little out below the underwire. True to hir word, though, it was undeniably purple, almost ultraviolet, his favorite color. Shi inhaled with malice aofrethought, overflowing still further, and James' mouth went dry.

Shi wriggled hir hips and his eyes were tugged inexorably downwards, and he was almost positive his heart had stopped as well. Those panties were definitely nearing the end of their useful life as well, and he had a hard time imagining exactly how shi had managed to stuff hirself into them, but they fit, for now at least. They were as close to skintight as could be achieved with mere lace, heavy swaying sac so full they pushed slightly beyond the silhouette of hir thighs, with a shockingly thick sheath nestled atop and between them. He could make out streaks of black, glossy fur where the tortured fabric was stretched paper thin.

"Is it the right purple?" shi asked, nibbling on one fingertip. James nodded, tugging a nearby dune of duvet accross his lap. "Oh, good. Most of mine are either black or white. I stopped wearing these last year for, uh, obvious reasons."

Hooves thudding softly, shi sauntered, actually sauntered over to the bed and sat down next to him. He rose into the air as hir pert rump sank into the mattress, hir wondrous body filling his vision. "You don't talk much, do you?" The little mink wheezed, one eye rolling back again. Penny frowned and seemed to deflate. "I'm taking this a little far, aren't I," shi murmured. "Gods, I always do that, I always go too fast and either scare people off or give them the wrong idea and then THEY go too fast and too FAR, and, aw, hell, hold on one minute, I'll go change..."

Shi started to rise when shi felt a tiny paw on hir leg. Shi glanced down, and then had to lean forwards slightly in order to peer past hir heavily-buttressed breasts. "It's ok, really," he said softly, then remembered himself and repeated himself considerably louder. "It's ok. It's not too fast, you're just... there's too much beautiful for just one mink."

"Are you making fun of me?"

"No! And come on, could I really take anything too far if I wanted to?"

"Well..."

He stroked hir leg tenderly, and giggled when those heavy muscles twitched. "Is there some way I can..."

Penny waited for him to finish, not wanting to interrupt hir pint-sized admirer, but his hand had stopped petting as well. Shi leaned forwards again, and saw him standing still, eyes locked somewhere below hir bosom, and shi blushed prettily. "Maybe I picked the wrong place to sit," shi purred, cradling him to hir leg with one hand and resting hir other on hir drum-tight panties. "Does it look like they still fit?"

"Meep."

As big as hir hands were, shi couldn't even properly cup one faintly sloshing foalmaker, let alone both. Shi parted hir thighs, scooting James out of the way, and those enormous mounds sank slowly towards the mattress. Their true scale had not been made apparent to him until now, and as soft and tucked-away as shi was he doubted that he could even get his arms completely around that great equine sheath. Holy hell, he thought, what have I gotten myself into?

His next breath carried with it a heady mixture of scents, masculine and feminine and intoxicatingly exotic. He could feel the heat coming off of hir skin, radiating like an oven from those darkened depths, and he squeaked involuntarily when shi started to show that he wasn't the only one getting a little bit excited, hir sheath bulging thicker and fuller in one long, slow surge, like a balloon inflating from base to tip.

"You know," shi said, voice thick and husky and sounding remarkably like hir mother's, "you're the first boy I've brought back to my room." Shi stroked his back with one finger, and he snggled up to hir leg, stroking the inside of hir thigh as high as he dared, still an arms' reach away from third base. "I hope that doesn't scare you."

"I'm honored," he said loudly, almost uniformly pink from the collar of his formal shirt to the tips of his delicate round ears. "That's not what's scaring me!"

He watched hir other hand move tenderly, sensually over the entirety of hir straining undies, and it was obvious that shi spent more than a little time getting so familiar with hir own anatomy. "What, this?" shi asked innocently, blinking hir long lashes as though shi hadn't the faintest clue just what shi was groping. "Like I said, there's bigger grrls than me out there..."

"Not where I'm from," he called back, laughing nervously, "and definitely not from where I'm sitting!"

"Here," shi said, poking his butt playfully and pushing him towards hir knee, "scootch over a little bit, would ya? You're hogging the whole bed."

James watched in awe as shi clambered over him, supporting hirself hand and hoof, tugged the blankets back and climbed into bed. There was a tidal wave of pink cotton that he rode in brief terror and then everything settled down again. When he managed to regain his breath he saw Penny laying on hir side, sheets pulled up ever so slightly past hir hips, and shi was patting the open expanse of crisp white sheet invitingly. "Plenty of room now," shi giggled.

The little mink could not recall covering that distance so fast ever before in his life.

He reclined against the huge pillow while Penny pulled the sheets up, draping them across his legs. They were as heavy as his winter blankets back home, even though he knew that they were summer-weight sheets to hir. "I guess that's another advantage to having me as your boyfriend," he said as casually as he could muster, pleased to be within easy earshot again, "easy to squeeze into bed."

Shi hunkered down further beneath the sheets and grinned at him, breasts straining mightily against the too-small bra. "And if my dad comes in, you can just hide here," shi said, hugging hir chest gently.

"Squeak."

"Oh, you," shi giggled, leaning over and kissing his cheek, or at least that general area of his face, "you need to get over this bashfulness! Honestly, you'd think you'd never been in a gigantic horsegrrl's bed before!"

"Funny you should say that," he said, as though just realizing something.

"I've had DOZENS of you teensy little boys in MY bed, after all."

"As a matter of fact, I've... what?"

"Well, I assume I've had dozens of you boys in here. It's so hard to tell. Definitely a number between zero and fifty."

"Hmmm, back to competition, I see. Do I need to be jealous?"

"No," shi said airily, "I put down mouse traps, and they all stopped visiting. All of them except you." Shi nuzzled him again with hir nose, and this time he kissed hir back, wrapping his arms around hir muzzle and squeezing hir close.

"I'll watch out for the mouse traps, then, should I? Might see a few friends in there."

"You just might. Weren't you going to get ready for bed, too? I mean, you look dapper and handsome and all that, but that can't be comfortable."

He shrugged, tugging at the confining shirt. "I didn't want to climb down and risk not seeing your grand entrance."

"Oh!" shi said, sitting upright. "That's right, my purse. Hold on..."

The next few seconds seemed to stretch out towards eternity. James was aware that Penny was leaning towards him, above him, reaching over the edge of the bed, and then there was darkness, and then there was only the omnipresent weight and heat all around him as shi brought the full weight and glory of those perky globes to bear against him. His paws were flattened by the pressure, his tapered muzzle buried deep within hir cleavage. He strained to inhale hir scent, but his lungs were not up to the task.

"James? Sweetie? Are you ok?"

When the world swam back into focus he was staring up at hir concerned face. "Never better," he whimpered, trying to ignore the dampness in his shorts. Well, one down for tonight, he sighed inwardly. Maybe I need some sort of numbing cream...

"I didn't mean to, you know... boob-flatten you."

"Best. Accident. Ever."

Shi smiled and seemed genuinely flattered by those words. "As long as you're sure. Maybe I should get you a tiny little air horn or something so you can call for help-"

"No, no, I'll be fine. Practice makes perfect after all."

Penny arched an eyebrow. "Oh, really?" shi said, leaning towards him menacingly, impossibly firm flesh pinning his legs. All shi had to do was inhale and he would vanish once again...

But in the end shi simply sat up, holding hir purse. "Ok, one second... gods damn, your stuff is small, isn't it? Here, duck."

"What are you ACK!" He shielded his head from the hail of purse paraphenalia, assorted feminine items piling up around him. "Holy hell, it didn't seem this crowded in there before!"

"Grrl purses are magical places of reality-bending unholiness," shi said primly, sticking out hir tongue, "and are not to be understood by the males of the world. These are all items of a crucial nature that I require on a daily basis."

"There's a picture in here of Gary Grey."

"That's a... fan photo."

James held up the poster-sized snapshot critically. "You, uh... don't wish I looked like this do you?"

Shi snatched the photo out of his hands and stuffed it back in the purse. "I'm allowed to like more than one type of guy at a time, you know."

"Yeah, sure, absolutely. I mean, it was like looking in a mirror, with those big muscles, well-defined shoulders, visible pectorals, shining silvery fur, huge raging tumescent-"

"Hush," shi said, pushing a finger against his lips and nearly suffocating him. "Stay out of my stuff."

"Your stuff almost gave me a concussion."

"Laa laa laa, can't hear you-u-u-u..."

He pushed his way through the mound, found his backpack and fished around inside. "Should I go to the closet for this? I wouldn't want to do anything indecent on our first date." He glanced sidelong at hir and hir near-total nudity.

"I'll turn around," shi said, twisting awkwardly. James was not surprised that he could still see hir breasts quite well from this position.

"It's just a shirt," he said, tugging the formal one over his head and cramming it back into his bag before pulling on the trustworthy red tank top. "I mean, I still have shorts... and... stuff... on..."

"You did that thing again, where you say something normal and then trail off into nothing-ness," shi said. "I'm turning around again, ok? Don't be naked yet."

Shi glanced back over hir shoulder and saw James amidst the heap, frozen in the act of tugging the new top on. He was staring down near his feet, and when shi followed his gaze, shi saw... "Oh, uh... well, a grrl needs protection," shi said softly, turning back towards him and picking up the crinkly square package.

"I thought it was a candy bar," he croaked. "I was sitting on it for hours."

Shi held it up, tapping it pensively against hir breasts, the thick round outline clearly visible through the foil wrapping. "It's been in my purse all summer," shi said slowly, sounding more than a little sad. "I never really had a chance to use it."

The little mink was still staring at the square. Bloody hell, it's bigger than my desk at school! "If it makes you feel any better, I've got one in my backpack, too," he said, flushing pink. "Cause... yeah."

Penny tossed the enormous macro-condom into the drawer of the nightstand and scooped everything else back into hir purse. "Let's just get rid of this before I kill the mood any more," shi chuckled, dropping the purse back to the floor.

James shoved his backpack under the enormous pillow where it didn't even make a slight bulge. "Moving on," he laughed, patting the mattress between them. Penny smiled warmly and laid back down, considerably closer than before.

"So have we gotten all the awkwardness out of the way?" shi asked, resting hir head so close to him he could lean over and kiss hir nose.

"I think so," he grinned, leaning over and kissing hir nose. "You're still very difficult to carry on a conversation with."

"What? Me? Why?"

James gestured over hir muzzle. "There's about eight feet of cleavage a short jog away," he said, swallowing a lump in his throat.

Shi glanced down, the tip of hir muzzle briefly resting in that warm valley. "Oh, is that all? Well, come here, then, let's see if we can get you over your little hangups."

"What are yo-" he managed before a fuzzy hand seemed to materialize from beneath his pillow, gripping him from belly to ankle and carrying him effortlessly towards hir. He had just enough time to squeak a gentlemanly protest before he found himself tucked once again between those enormous breasts. Penny rolled onto hir back and James was forced to hang on for dear life, gripping that supple flesh as gently as he could manage.

"Is that better?" shi whispered, taking a deep breath. Hir bra creaked in protest, and his hips joined in when he felt the clasp in the front digging into his rump.

He nodded his head, trying to sit up, trying not to tickle hir with his toes, trying to keep his hands only on the purple fabric, trying not to climax for the second time in as many minutes. He opened his jaw, but no sound came out.

Damn, he really is taking this whole gallantry thing to the limit, isn't he, shi thought to hirself. Well, there's only one cure for that! "I'm sorry, James, but you leave me no choice."

His brows furrowed. "What do you mean?" he said, stomach dropping in fear.

One arm reached out and flicked off the lamp with practiced ease, plunging the room into near darkness. A faint pinkish glow seemed to emanate from one corner of the bedroom, where James could remember seeing a night-light. At the time he thought it had been adorable, that someone as huge as HIR could possibly be afraid of the dark, but now he was grateful for the pale suffusion. He was about to ask what was wrong when he felt hir lips envelop his, and all resolve melted away.

Penny traced a finger down his back, massaging the oh-so-sensitive regions between the base of his tail and his rump. It was not as easy as either of them had hoped it would be, kissing someone ten times larger or smaller than oneself, respectively. James was worried that his returned affections would be so insignificant as to be pointless, while Penny was worried about suffocating or drowning hir amorous little lover. His arms embraced hir muzzle, kissing along hir upper lip and then hir lower, while Penny simply pursed and hoped for the best. Hir tongue snaked out, lapping at his ruffled chest and eliciting a giggle from them both.

"I guess you do like me after all," shi murmured, sliding that finger down the inside of one leg and up the other. "I was starting to worry, thought I was losing my charms..."

"Mmmmff, not at all," he breathed, leaning against hir for support and trying not to moan. Cripes, does shi know what that finger's doing to me?! "I was just... I mean, you said my letters were creeping you out, I didn't want to go too fast and get gooshed."

Penny laughed, hugging the little white mink as hard as shi dared. "I don't think a little kissing and groping is going TOO fast, is it?"

"That depends. YOU seem to have skipped straight to third base."

Penny made a little "Ooops!" sound and withdrew hir hand from between James' quivering legs. "I didn't hear any complaining," shi cooed.

"Trust me, there was nothing to complain about!" he said hastily, smooching the corner of hir mouth. "Just pointing out that I wasn't alone in the 'moving too fast' department."

"You're so tiny, it's, I dunno, different. There's not many nice places on your body I can touch without touching somewhere naughty at the same time."

James grinned. "Promise?"

Shi laughed again. "Only if you return the favor." Hir voice seemed a little strained, but James could understand. If he had tried making out with one of his sister's Barnbie dolls, it would have been a very similar situation, and considering he had tried it a couple weeks before just to get a better idea of what it would be like for Penny, he wasn't just guessing.

The colossal grrl inhaled sharply and James felt the twin mounds of hir breasts against his back. He whimpered, one hand moving back to caress them, the other stroking hir cheek, and Penny responded by purring somehow. He felt hir arms moving, but he didn't know where or why, at least until the clasp on hir bra gave with an alarming crack and the weight against his rump suddenly and dramatically increased.

"Whmmphgg!"

"Oops! One second," shi breathed, sitting up slightly. Hir suddenly-freed breasts inched ever so slightly south, freeing the trapped mink. "You're gonna have to be careful around these, I might lose you!"

"I'll take that challenge!" he cried, raising one hand skyward. With a final kiss to hir sweet, lavender-flavored lips he turned and beheld the majesty of hir impossibly full and proud bosom. Dad's minivan is smaller than one of these! A few tentative little steps and he was well between them, fingertips tracing little swirls. He reached up, and up, and couldn't believe that they just kept going. Hir hands appeared over the tops, kneading gently and hir chest rose beneath him with a gasp.

He spun once, tail wriggling and collapsed against hir left breast, kissing with wild abandon. "You don't-" kiss "-know how often-" kiss "-I've dream of-" kiss "-doing this." His arms encircled only a small portion of their rondure, and standing on tippy-toes he couldn't quite get up to the peak, but a thick finger appeared behind his knees and he smiled. "Thanks, sweetie," he said, boosting himself up.

"No problem, hon, it's the least I could do-o-o-ooohhhhhmygodsohmygodsohmygods..."

It wasn't easy, but James had managed to wrap his entire maw around hir nipple. As soon as his tongue played across hir rough skin it engorged nearly twice it's size, his cheeks puffing out and his jaw creaking in protest. Every instinct screamed for him to pull back, but every conscious thought in his mind was focused on somehow breathing through his ears. He wriggled side to side, little paws tickling hir pink areola, suckling with wild abandon.

"F-f-f-fucking hell," Penny squealed, hir entire body spasming. Shi pawed at hirself, back arching and neck straining.

James managed to draw a lungful in through his nose, but biology was already forcing them apart. He tried to bear down, tried to grip hir fur, but with a moist 'pop' shi popped free. On a grrl his size they'd have been almost dainty, but it had been like trying to deep throat a Coke bottle. With a helpless mewl he slid backwards down the lower slope of hir breast, eventually coming to rest with his toes just above hir belly.

"That could have worked better," he said, embracing hir as well as he could.

"H-how," shi asked, gasping for breath. "Do you have a tazer somewhere for the other one?"

James was flushed with pride at having actually made a noticeable impression on Penny, and his confidence was growing. "Maybe some stretches and a stepladder," he said offhandedly, stroking hir softly, "and I'll show you something new next time."

"Promise?" shi giggled, echoing his earlier plea. He watched in the faint glow of the night light as one great arm hugged hir breasts, fingertips playing from one to the other, while hir other hand slid across hir trim belly and vanished beneath the blankets just behind him. He heard the shuffling and creaking of fabric under phenomenal tension, and his heart started pounding like a jackhammer.

"Are you ok down there?"

"Mmmph, no problem, just... like I said, these haven't fit me for a while... maybe I should-" shi paused, feeling twenty dainty little claws prickle and poke their way down hir tummy. Shi leaned up slightly, peering over and between hir breasts and saw James on all fours, crawling backwards, kissing hir adoringly every step of the way, but soon he rounded the little whorl of hir belly button, wriggled his butt beneath the sheets and disappeared.

"Uhm... James?"

"Sssshhh," shi heared him say. The tickly little claws passed hir hips, tiny points of dancing fire growing more and more intense. Shi wanted to tell him that NOW he was going too fast, shi wanted to warn him that shi was definitely more horse than he could handle, shi wanted to tell him to take cover before he did get hurt, but more than anything shi wanted to tell him to keep going, to not be afraid, and mostly just to-

"Be careful," shi whimpered, watching the little mound beneath the blankets merge with the much larger one, fading from view. Tiny paws tugged at hir panties and shi sagged against hir pillows, eyes closed, and tried not to wake hir parents.

James had thought hir breasts were tremendous, but the twin spheres of hir sac, churning audibly at this distance, were noticeably larger, to say nothing of the tree-like outline of hir twitching sheath. May have bitten off more than I can swallow here... oh gods, now I'm visualising THAT!

It was almost pitch-black beneath the blankets, but he was more than happy to feel his way through. His hands played along the tight surface of those ridiculously stretched panties, amazed at the raw heat pouring off of hir skin. His nostrils flared and he was briefly overcome with hir musk; he sagged against the vertical wall of hir maleness, rolling his hips against hir and moaning.

Hir sheath, already nearly filling his arms, heaved once with a creak of surrendering textiles, and then the flesh beneath his feet rocked back and forth. He could hear Penny making little whimpering noises in the distance, and those noises changed pitch anytime his lips touched hir. A vein as big around as his wrist dilated against his cheek, full and tight as a firehose, and he nibbled gingerly at it.

Penny quickly whipped hir head beneath hir pillow, smothering hir cries. He's the size of a... well, of a mini! How the hell can it feel so... like there's so much of him... eeeeeeeeeee, tiny hands, tiny hands, tiny hands! Hir ankles drummed at the base of the bed, and the steadily growing pressure between hir thighs could only end one way.

Shi sat up and pulled the covers aside, startling James. "Squeak! Uhm... did I hurt you?"

"No," shi said, then hissed through hir teeth, wincing. "Well, not YOU, exactly, but... one second!"

Shi scooped up the wild-eyed mink and plunked him on the mattress, pouting and put out. His spirits rose again, though, when Penny swiftly and smoothly rose to hir knees, legs splayed and enormous tightly-packed nethers swaying at face height. "Wow," he breathed, reaching out one hand disbelievingly, half-expecting hir to disappear.

But shi didn't disappear. Moment by moment, in fact, there was considerably more of hir.

Shi hooked hir thumbs in the waistband of hir panties, tugging them out slightly. "Last chance to run away, sweetie," shi said in a low voice, swaying gently side to side.

James stared up at hir, now completely and abundantly topless and words failed him. He had seen hir dozens of times in a bikini, and this was technically not very different, but the reality was squeezing his brain out of his ears. Shi was one garment away from fulfilling his every dream, if he could only get his throat to respond. Work, voice! Work!

He found the wherewithal to nod, and did so with wild abandon.

"I'll take your gargling wheeze as a compliment," shi chuckled. "I did warn you these were a little small..."

Those hooked thumbs pushed down, and the waistband stretched far beyond what any clothing designer had intended for it. His eyes were growing accustomed to the pinkish light, but the skin shi was exposing with agonizing slowness was pure, velvety black. The long, lean muscles in hir arms grew more pronounced, Penny grunting with the effort. The little mink wanted to help hir with it, but he was having far, far too much fun watching the scene unfold.

"Almost... almost... there!" Penny cried with relief, purple panties snapping back against hir thighs. Those immense testes bobbled briefly, obviously pleased to be free, and hir sheath had filled out so enormously that the tapered cuff extended beyond hir orbs such that it nearly touched the bed. "Oohhhh, gods, that's soooo much better." A quick flick of hir legs and the panties flew away into the darkness.

It's bigger than me,_he marveled. _Shi's still soft, shi hasn't even dropped yet, and it's taller than me! It was only his continuing inability to work moisture into his throat that prevented him from professing his eternal love then and there.

Penny stared down at him, one hand caressing hir heavy breasts and the other resting gingerly on the base of hir sheath. "So, little lover... am I everything you thought I'd be?"

I think I just pulled a muscle, he thought, feeling the almost painful tugging sensation in his shorts. Is it possible to get an anyeurism in your dick?! "You're so, so much more," he croaked, finally finding his voice. "You're... you're an angel."

"Awwww," shi gushed, leaning over on hir hands and knees and giving him a smooch that completely knocked him over. "You really do know what to say to a grrl, don't you?"

"Just telling the truth," he chuckled, getting unsteadily back to his feet. He moved to kiss hir back but shi rose swiftly out of reach.

"Ah ah ah," shi said teasingly, waggling one finger back and forth. "You started this, hon, and I think you have something you need to finish."

His head tilted, not daring to imagine shi meant what he THOUGHT shi meant, but when his eyes slid languidly down hir body and settled again on hir spread thighs, there was no mistaking that hand resting on hir sac, one finger stroking hir sheath in a very 'come hither' way. His eyes widened until he thought he could see the back of his own head. "F-finish?"

"If you've spent all summer lusting after little ol' me, James, I assume you've thought about THIS part." Hir hand moved down to the cuff of hir sheath, giving it a little squeeze and then slowly retreating. It was swaying rhythmically now, in time with hir heart, straining flesh kept in check by all-too-thin skin.

"Thought, yes," he murmured, moving closer. "Though I never really figured out how it, uhm... ended."

"We'll deal with that when we get there," shi grinned down at him. "And you better hurry, this is really starting to get out of hand!"

He could see what shi meant very easily, that incredible pillar of flesh still plumping, forcing hir fingers apart. The cuff was brushing the mattress when he finally got close enough to touch, little clawed fingers playing over hir overstuffed sheath. It was so full, so engorged with blood and desire that it felt as hard as wood, and was almost uncomfortably hot; he couldn't imagine anything sexier, though. "Ohhh, Penny," he moaned, falling forwards and embracing it, not surprised when his arms didn't even reach around. His paws reached up, caressing the immense swaying sac above him, trying to ignore the feeling that he was about to be crushed by giant boulders.

"Mmmph... mmmph... MM!" Penny squealed through clenched teeth, and James momentarily thought shi was in pain. Hir final cry, though, was accompanied by a sudden rush of overtaxed horseflesh reaching it's limits. Hir sheath bulged outwards as though something far larger than it were being swiftly forced through; hir cuff strained, stretched, and then retracted so fast his chest ruff nearly got rug burn, and the incredible equine's shaft was revealed. There was so much, though, that it formed a heap in front of him, coiled on top of itself.

"Holy," he whimpered, taking a step back before shi knocked him down. Hir sheath only extended halfway over the horizon of hir balls, but the glossy black shaft, here and there showing cute patches of pale pink, was easily more than ten feet long, and a gentle squeeze confirmed that shi was still oh so soft. Thick but supple veins meandered just below the surface, and as he watched they started to throb and swell.

"Too late to run away now, little mink," shi murmured in a sultry tone, far above.

"Wouldn't even if I could," he called back, leaning against hir intimate endowments again, scattering kisses across the sensitive skin. Shi seemed to twitch and ripple anywhere his lips touched and as shi continued to fill out he found himself being shoved, slowly but instoppably, backwards. Oh, what the hell, you only live once, he thought, hopping up into the air and wrapping his legs around hir, clinging to hir as though shi were a mechanical bull on the lowest setting.

For a second he wondered if the window was open, but a glance up revealed that what he had thought to be the wind was Penny breathing hard. "Are you ok?" he asked, paws and feet squeezing and stroking.

"So... ok... right... now..." shi giggled, one hand squeezing the base of hir shaft. With each reverberating thud of hir pulse shi grew thicker and firmer, and he could see now that for every inch, or to his eyes, for every foot that emerged from what remained of hir sheath, the cuff only pulled back half of that. More and more pink was flowing forth, and far from gripping near hir base he now found himself clinging to the middle, hir medial ring starting to grind against his hips.

He rose up in the air when hir hardening maleness gave a single great heave, uncoiling at last and landing heavily amidst the pile of sheets. He looked backwards over his frantically wiggling tail and was not surprised (at least, not anymore) to see that the tip of it extended beyond the edge of the bed, every creaking flex of those turgid veins forcing it a little farther. It may have only been a single bed, but even in his fantasies he'd never really expected hir to be THIS well endowed.

Much slower this time he rose once more into the air, hir stallionhood now standing straight and proud from hir hips. Shi softly stroked one hand near the base, back and forth, back and forth, hir other hand sliding around and hefting hir heavy churning testes, each now considerably larger than hir breasts. "Is it everything you hoped for," shi asked, leaning down and planting a little kiss on his rump.

James paused in his frantic kissing and looked up at hir. "Well, in my dreams it was a little different than this."

One eyebrow arched. "Really?" shi said, bemused. "What was different?"

"I was naked."

For several seconds shi just stared at him, but then hir body started to quake as shi struggled to suppress the giggles. Hir cock, now considerably wider than his entire body, bounced gaily as the mirth overpowered hir, and James was almost holding on for dear life. "Well, hold on, sweetie, I'm going to get a little more comfortable."

He squeaked when he felt hir hands around his body, pinning him very welcomely to hir shaft but squeezing the breath out of his lungs. Shi swung hir leg out behind hir and plopped rather ungracefully onto the bed, laying on hir back and with the little mink suspended upside down above hir belly. Penny shifted hir fingers to grip his sides and swiveled him around into he was once again laying on top of hir colossal stallionhood.

"I have to get a better view of this," he said, carefully getting his feet under him and standing up. When his claws first bore his weight Penny squeaked, shaft bouncing again, but shi calmed hirself down.

"It's ok, that doesn't hurt," shi assured him quickly.

He straightened up and, for the first time, realized just how big Penny was. Shi held hir hands at hir sides, hir upper arms pressing hir breasts together deliciously. He glanced behind him and saw the even larger mounds of hir foalmakers, still swaying and roiling with seed, and beneath him was the underside of hir luscious hermness. Farther below was the trim fur of hir belly, and he had the strangest feeling of walking on the world's most erotic bridge.

"Wow," he breathed, walking slowly along hir length.

"Horse DNA, honey," shi said softly. He could just barely make out the blush on hir cheeks when he reached hir breasts, hir shaft snuggled comfortably into the valley of hir cleavage before continuing on.

"You sound... embarassed," he said wonderingly, hir cock tapering slightly beneath his feet, though still considerably wider than his body. There was significantly more pink down at this end, and below he could see the shadowed outline of hir collarbones.

Shi shrugged, nuzzling hir shaft where it brushed against hir muzzle. "Well, I'm a little... big." Shi paused and laughed. "I don't mean compared to YOU, I mean, like, compared to people my size."

He had to focus more on his balance now, but he paused to lean against hir mouth and plant a kiss on the corner of hir lips. "That's one of the reasons I l... like you," he said softly, knowing shi could hear him at this distance. A few more steps and he could look directly into hir eye, and he smiled encouragingly. "I hope you didn't think you were going to scare me off just by getting hard."

"Well..."

He slipped his shirt off over his head, and with the gifted balance of a mink managed to slip out of his shorts, tossing them both aside (and blushing when his shorts ended up in hir hair). James was blushing furiously, never having been naked in front of anyone else before, and certainly not this close to their eyes. Penny's brow rose, but shi smiled an encouraging smile. Hir neck swung to the side and shi turned to kiss him.

"You're not too bad yourself," shi purred, hir tongue flicking out and lapping just once at him. James cried out on shock and delight when that pink tongue seemed to caress him from thigh to chest, nearly pushing him over the edge a third time. His own modest erection felt bruised from base to tip, it was so overworked.

When they were both sure he wasn't going to faint, James knelt again, straddling hir shaft. "Heh, what do you know, it is just like riding a horse," he giggled, feeling hir flesh strain and tighten beneath his rump. The little mink scooted forward carefully, at long last reaching the softly flaring tip of hir impossible horsecock.

Shi laid hir head on hir pillow, gently gripping hir shaft and shifting it to the side. James nearly lost it again when Penny kissed hirself so tenderly and intimately. "You look like you've done that before," James said fondly. "Should I leave you two alone?"

Penny's girth groaned with pent-up tension and then, just slightly, relaxed. He glanced back and saw both of hir hands stroking, slowly but firmly, back and forth. On every downstroke his thighs were forced several inches further apart, and he whimpered. "No," shi said, nuzzling his leg. "You look like you've got the best seat in the house."

His minkhood, stark white against the black patch of straining skin he straddled, quivered nervously. It was more than a little disturbing to be mounted upon a phallus that was not only as large as a tree trunk, it was significantly larger than most tree-trunks in his neighborhood. He wriggled his hips against hir, luxuriating in the sensation. "Can I just live here? Forever?"

Shi laughed, kissing his belly, breath hot against his shaft. "My dad might have some problems with it," shi murmured against him, every word a massage from hir lips, "and your parents might start to miss you."

He slumped against hir muzzle, eyes closed and trying to think about baseball. "Don't care," he mumbled. "Wonna stay."

"We'll talk about it in the morning," shi said, winking at him. "I do have some bigger pairs of panties, plenty of room for you."

"Mmmmmmmfffffffff."

"Hold on, baby. Scootch right."

Penny rolled slowly over onto hir side, and James shifted accordingly. It was the macrogrrl's turn to whimper, the little mink's every motion against those incredibly sensitive portions of hir anatomy far more exciting and enticing than hir own hands. Shi continued to pump with well-practiced rhythm, strong fingers sliding from the base up to where hir shaft vanished briefly between hir breasts. "Comfy?"

James nodded, his hands moving across the soft, resilient crown of hir flare. "Is this too hard?"

"Mmmm.... actually, a little more force..."

He had spent the last several minutes fearing both that he would be so small as to be ineffective, or he might be so small that he would feel sharp and painful against hir. Happy to fulfill hir every wish, he leaned forwards and closed his maw gently against hir skin, squeezing and caressing harder with his hands. His ears swiveled, desperate to detect any signs of discomfort, but he assumed he was having the intented effect when shi flared magnificently, his arms spreading wide, jaw once again nearly dislocating. Hir creaking tendons rippled beneath his rump, veins engorging, and he found himself surrounded by an almost palpable fog of hir scents.

"Yeah... that... works..." shi said in a strained voice, eyes clenched shut.

"Mmmmphhhgg?" he chuckled around a mouthful of hir.

Hir hips bucked once and shi squealed, pre flowing in a gentle stream from just beyond the horizon of hir flare. Shi was thickening alarmingly between his legs now, his hips starting to twinge. Holy hell, how does shi keep growing, he marveled. Shi was thrusting faster now, and he could actually hear hir hands grinding against hirself.

He was about to ask if he should stop when hir mouth opened wide, hir sweet pink lips wrapping around the swollen tip of hir maleness, and his hands along with it. His jaw dropped, seeing hir cheeks puff out and then pucker in. He started to tug his hands free of hir mouth but hir eyes flew open and one of hir hands gripped hir shaft hard, right up against his tail.

"No?" he asked.

"Mmmpho!"

Hir tongue snaked out, encircling an impressive amount of hir member as well as sliding roughly against his lap. His nimble little fingers slid along hir suddenly slick skin, and he kissed hungrily at hir lips. Shi pushed hir head farther forwards, filling hir muzzle more and more, every spastic gust of breath from hir nose blowing his fur back.

Was shi... was shi really going to... ohhhh gods... He squeezed with his legs, once again trying to hold onto his horsegrrl's impassioned bucking.

Penny's hands kneeded hir breasts around hir shaft, hips flexing with practiced power, but this was unlike anything shi had ever felt before. James might be tiny, but his hands seemed to know how to play hir, little electric tingles shooting through hir and earthing in hir brain. But it was more than that, shi realized, it was his very presence, his unfettered desire and appreciation and the fact he didn't think shi was an over-endowed freak.

Shi couldn't ruin their first real night together.

I need protection.

Hir mouth popped free and shi stared at James, wild-eyed. "One second!" shi gasped, a trickle of white at the corner of hir wicked smile. "Hold on!"

His life flashed before his eyes over the next few seconds, buried once again between hir breasts with hir entire weight bearing down upon him. He could hear hir heartbeat, he could hear the rumbling of hir lungs, but everything else was a sweet, absorbing, all-encompassing wonderland.

"Honey? You ok?"

James opened his eyes dreamily, staring up at Penny's concerned face, hir shaft resting along side him. The heat pouring off of hir was incredible. "I'll be fine," he wheezed, feeling his back pop back into place. "What... what happened?"

Shi kneeled above him and he noticed shi was waving a little... well, little compared to hir, green crinkly square back and forth, which seemed to contain something round. "Safety first," shi said, licking hir lips.

Penny rocked hir hips slightly, immense shaft bobbing gently into the air next to the still-dazed James. He got woozily to his feet just in time to have the desk-sized package thrust into his arms. "You want me to do it?" he asked.

"The package says it can be a 'personal, intimate moment' if you do it," shi said, batting hir eyelashes.

James frowned and looked at the bundle in his arms. "It feels like it's wrapped in sheet metal," he chuckled, but shrugged. "Well, here goes."

He gripped it tightly and sank his feeth into the edge of the huge wrapper, pushing with one arm and pulling with the other. It parted with a lot more ease than he was expecting and the square soon became two flapping rectangles and the round, rubbery treasure within landed on his feet with a moist 'whump'. He discarded the now-useless bits and picked up the condom, giving it a little squeeze. "I never thought I'd ask this about something as big as an inner tube," he said, glancing up at hir, "but are you sure it's big enough?"

"It stretches," shi giggled, nibbling one finger.

James started to walk slowly backwards, taking his time and enjoying the enormity of hir stallionhood, which was still suspended several feet above the bed, rocking in time with hir heartbeat. Hir mottled shaft slowly became more and more pink, the veins standing out in stark relief now as big as his upper arm, in hir advanced state of arousal. His whiskers twitched, hir scents once again assaulting his sensitive nose and his addled brain.

More and more shi tapered until he came to hir glistening tip, where it suddenly mushroomed out several more feet. He stared, entranced, as it pulsed and bulged, a pearlescent drop the size of a basketball perched on the underside. The true scale of hir shaft nearly caused him to faint again, realizing that shi was longer than the big orange schoolbus that would start picking him up against in September. "Mmmmmph," he moaned helplessly, wishing that he could love hir the way shi deserved to be loved, instead of just with tiny paws and tinier kisses.

He leaned up and licked the broad, pinkish tip of hir shaft and was nearly knocked over by it's spasming response. Penny let out a yelp, biting hir lip to keep from crying out further. "Bloody hell," shi gasped a moment later, "I wish you knew what that does to me!"

James stared down at his suddenly-drenched lap, scalding hot horse-seed dripping from his own shaft. "I... can guess," he said weakly.

Penny leaned in a little closer, keeping hir hips positioned so that hir overexcited endowment stayed airborne. "Uhm... sorry?" shi said nervously, sliding one finger up his slicked-down fur.

"Stop being sorry," he scolded hir with a grin, one hand straying down to stroke his very-well-lubricated minkhood. "I just keep wondering if I died in your purse and woke up in heaven."

Shi giggled and flared again, and his heart started to pound. Shi really does like me, shi's not just having a wierd fling with the freaky little mink from the next town over!

He really does like me, he's not just having a wierd fling with the freaky huge horsie from the next down over! Shi thought in the grand narrative tradition.

James stood on his tip-toes and stretched the rubbery disc out as far as he could, but it was like trying to put a ten gallon hat on a twenty gallon horse. "Uhm, I might need a little bit of help with this first part."

Penny rolled hir eyes. "I gotta do everything myself," shi sighed, pinching the disc and easily stretching it over hirself, releasing it with a snap when it was beyond hir twitching crown. "Ooooooohhh, that's snug..."

"I can't believe I'm jealous of a piece of rubber," he said, reaching up to hug hir quivering endowment and slowly starting to unroll it down hir length.

"Jealous?"

He nodded, tugging it down a couple more feet. "It's wrapped around you more than I ever could be..." he said sadly.

"You... you'd want to... you know, have me inside you?"

He paused to let himself recover from hir words, holding onto hir latex-clad flesh for support. "More than anything," he purred, giving hir a little lick before carrying on.

Like a bundle of firehoses wrapped in rubber, James watched the crisscrossing pattern of veins flood and bulge enormously, thin skin creaking audibly under the tension. Hir entire body seemed to vibrate for a moment. "Are you ok?" he asked, staring up at hir with huge, concerned eyes.

Shi released hir grip on the sheets and nodded, releasing a lunghful of air. "Yes, just... I never thought I'd hear a boy say that, let alone you!"

James grunted, forcing the nearly-unravelled condom past the sudden barrier of hir medial ring, more than fifteen feet of glistening rubber behind him now. "Those are the dreams I'm most sad to wake up from in the morning," he whispered, sweating from the strain of his wonderful duty.

With a final push, the condom could unroll no more, which was probably for the best as he was only a few steps from the outer slopes of hir sleek black sac, twin orbs visibly distended, churning with incalculable volumes. Reverently he closed the distance and cuddled up to them, hands and face only able to adore a tiny portion of their size.

"You are the wierdest little mink I've ever met," shi said joyously, "and I think you're the best thing to ever happen to me." One hand hugged him to hir straining testes, the other stroking from the tip of hir well-protected shaft down to the base.

"My pleasure," he moaned, nuzzling against hir.

"Nope," shi grinned, picking him up gently and placing him back on top of hir shaft, "mine."

He straddled hir once again and wriggled his rump against hir, but panicked and nearly fell off when his still-slick fur finally realized it was supported only by a thin layer of latex. Penny squealed when his tiny claws clung to hir for safety, but that quickly turned to moaning when he righted himself again and began to inch backwards, arms and legs stroking hir as fully as he could manage.

"Mmmmmmmmmm, gods, gods, gods, you're going to set me off all by yourself if you keep doing that," shi panted, groping unsteadily at hir own body, nuzzling hir breasts.

"So I should stop?"

"I'll kill you if you do."

He laughed, licking and nibbling at hir latex-sheathed horsecock, fairly confident his little teeth would have no adverse affects. If it could stand up to HIR, it was probably immune to micro-minks. He rolled his hips against hir over and over again, slowly working his way backwards, and they both squeaked when his rump came up against the impassible barrier of hir flare. He glanced down and was not surprised to see that shi had already begun to fill the snug condom, a white mound the size of his bathtub swaying and sloshing beneath him.

Penny shut hir eyes and seemed to reach a decision. With a confident squaring of hir shoulders, both hands moved from hir body to grip hir proud maleness, moving in long, slow, powerful strokes. "I can't take it anymore," shi said, hir entire body rocking back and forth. "You're just... you're too..."

"I know," he murred against hir, squeezing as hard as he could with his thighs and, for lack of a better word, humping hir rigid hermness. "You, too."

James knew well what his body could do when he had some privacy, knew all of the little signs and tells as he worked himself to climax, and it was incredibly exciting to feel Penny doing the same beneath him. Shi would harden seemingly beyond the capacity of mere flesh to contain, fibrous bunches of muscle and tendon standing out tightly against hir skin and the delicate coating of latex. Shi would flare against his rump so gloriously that he would be dragged backwards by the condom, and occasionally shi would quiver beneath him like a violin string and he would be able to hear, actually hear, the sloshing as another several dozen gallons of creamy horse seed flowed into the miraculously resilient barrier.

Moving carefully, feeling like a steelworker fifty stories up, he rotated until he was straddling hir very tip with his arms wrapped around hir trembling crown. He was holding back with all of his might, not wanting to finish before shi did, but strangely enough the amount of energy he had to put into just staying upright made it easier. Shi was no longer pink but had flushed a deep red, and the occasional surges of cum had been replaced by a steady flow. He peered over the precipice of hir flare, larger than the big dinner table at home, the one they only used when they had guests over, and stared in wonderment as the bulbous sphere of hir pre slowly inflated.

"How... are you close..." he asked, turning around.

Shi did not answer, but shi didn't need to. He could see the muscles standing out sharply on hir arms and shoulders now, the sweat beating on hir brow, the furiously clenched eyebrows and the grimace of frustated ecstasy. Hir biceps were held tightly against hir body, pressing hir incredible breasts together, and he could hear the tortured creaking of hir hands seemingly trying to wring hir own shaft. He knew what it was like for him, but he couldn't imagine the forces at work in that titanic body!

He knew just how close shi was, and he didn't try to hold back anymore. James leaned against hir, pressing his hips, his matted belly and his heaving chest against hir, grinding his hips and moaning. His seed-slicked cock rubbed and squeaked against hir, and soon his breathing became synchronized with hirs. "You... are... so... beautiful," he groaned, feeling hir buck beneath him.

And then suddenly shi swelled, the entirety of hir shaft growing so much thicker he felt his hips twinge again. An instant later hir flare bloomed as it had never done before, rising up against his face and blocking his vision. Feeling that trembling girth expanding beneath him was too much for him to handle and he orgasmed for a third and final time, his seed mingling with hir own. His final rational thought for quite some time was only that he was disappointed that, with hir flare so magificently huge, he would be unable to see HIR climax.

He was proven very, very wrong.

It was as though the entire world turned white, the trembling flesh beneath him replaced by a torrential flow of seed. He was no longer straddling hir tree-like member but perched atop an enormous sphere, jiggling and bobbing like a cherry on top of a bowl of Jell-O. The condom emitted alarming, rubbery creaks and groans that merged with Penny's gasping cries of lust, and every sound was accompanied by the sense of acceleration, of gaining altitude. Soon it no longer seemed as though he were riding atop a balloon, but laying on a flat, gossy, milky plain.

"Fuck... fuck... fuck..." Penny whinnied helplessly, one hand stroking the base of hir shaft, the other clamped down hard on the base of that condom, desperately trying to keep from flooding hir bed. To hir point of view shi had maybe three hand-spans of stallionhood between hir hips and the steadily-filling bubble, but already it was taking up an alarming amount of the mattress, the top of which was drawing level with hir breasts. Shi could see hir little mink on top, a much brighter white than the pink-hued condom. He seemed to have passed out.

"James... are... are you... ohh gods..." hir body shook, hir sac strained to somehow produce more and shi felt as though shi were being drained of far more than just hir seed. Shi couldn't believe that shi hadn't stopped yet, shi couldn't believe everytime it seemed as though hir orgasm had subsided hir shaft shook and erupted again, and again, and again.

But soon, even hir libido had to throw in the towel. Hir stroking slowed, slowed, until shi was merely petting hir mostly-retracted sheath and panting, trying to regain hir breath. Shi was dazed, hir eyes unfocused, but shi knew that what shi was seeing was true.

"What the hell...?" shi wheezed, taking in the sight before hir. The condom had managed to contain hir, that was a blessing all by itself, but how close had shi come? The enormous globe of gently shifting and sloshing seed extended to either side just beyond the edges of hir bed, and James, laying on his back on the very top and giggling sleepily, was almost high enough to kiss without bending over!

"How... have you not... landed a boyfriend..." James chuckled, painfully spent erection finally flagging. He pat the taut mound beneath him lovingly. "Just when I thought... you couldn't get more perfect..."

"This has never happened to be before," shi said disbelievingly, eyes wide. "I... holy hells, I've filled up a condom before, but never like THIS!"

James sat up, head tilted. "Really? You mean..." he glanced down and then back at hir with a devilish glint in his eye, "you mean I did this?"

Shi smiled wanly and leaned forward to give his feet a kiss. "Hey, don't get so full of yourself," shi winked.

"Well, if I can't get full of you, it's my only option."

Shi grinned and leaned in to kiss his belly, giving his exhausted shaft a lick. "Mmmmm," shi said, licking hir lips, "we're going to have to go a little slower next time, I think."

"Next time, definitely." He looked around, and then seemed to realize how high up he was. "Uhm, can you help me down?"

Penny looked down at where both hands were now keeping the condom firmly secured, although now shi was beginning to soften as well. "My hands are kind of full right now... either slide towards me and try to land somewhere soft, or... hmmm, hold on a second."

The macrogrrl tugged forwards with hir hands and pulled hir hips back. James could hear the wet sounds and was furious he couldn't see, but he promised to be in a different position the next time his Penny went off. Nine hells, this thing is bigger than my HOUSE!

With a loud, echoing slurp and a last relieved giggle, Penny freed hirself from hir latex prison and managed to tie the device off. Shi reached up to help lift James down, and it wasn't until he was cuddled into hir cupped palms that shi realized that shi was still very, very damp from the experience. "Ack, sorry!" shi said, depositing him on the mattress. "I hope you don't think it's gross!"

He licked hir finger before shi had a chance to move away. "I might have to take a dip before I go back to Nate's house," he laughed, "but trust me, this is so far from gross."

For a moment they just sat side by side, James leaning against hir thigh, staring at their love's labors.

"You're really never come like THAT before?"

"I think I'd have remembered! What the hell, how do I even get that out of here, it's bigger than the door!"

"Window?"

"Definitely bigger than the window."

"Could you draw a little happy face on it and tell your dad it's a beanbag chair?"

"Just my luck, he'd probably try and sit on it."

"Could you hide it in your closet and I can use it for a bed next time?"

Penny laughed. "I can't believe you're that ok with it. I've heard of size queens, but you're really, really taking the cake."

"There's cake?"

With a little work Penny managed to get it onto the ground and shi rolled it over to hir closet. Shi was reasonably sure that shi could squeeze it out the door in the morning, shi just had to wait for the right time. When shi returned, shi lay on hir back and allowed James to hop up onto hir. He walked over to hir lap and gave hir black, pillowy-soft sheath a hug and a kiss, padded up hir belly and snuggled up in the warm, inviting valley of hir breasts. Penny drew the blankets up to hir chest, and the little mink felt as though he were camping in a tent.

Shi tilted hir head forwards and gave him a little kiss on the top of his head. "I set my alarm for four A.M., are you sure that's enough time?"

He yawned and stretched, kneading his tiny claws against hir cleavage. "Plenty," he said muzzily. "C'n bike back, be at Nates' in no time."

"It's after midnight now, you're only going to get three and a half hours sleep."

"S'fine. Got a good body. Lots of whatchacallit. Constitution."

Penny smiled warmly, watching the little mink desperately try to hold onto consciousness and failing with every word. "I'll try to find a stimulating way to wake you up," shi said with a naughty grin.

"J's don't squish me. 'm a tiny little mink."

"Of couse you are, my love. Goodnight."

"Goodnight." He stretched again and shook, licking his lips. "Love," he whispered, smiling once before fading off into a deep, dream-filled sleep.