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It was an odd situation for Ilorek. He had long since learned his lesson about taking his work home with him, yet Natasha seemed sincere enough for him to consider rethinking his beliefs. It wasn't that she was any hotter or cuter than the other girls, nor was it her species. He'd met plenty of others that were just as charming and fun to talk to as her, yet none of them seemed to really mean what they said.

He would never admit to being a slut or manwhore, but Ilorek had seen his share of partners in the past, and he was never shy about it; gentle, but not shy. For some reason it was bothering him really deeply that he'd been so shy around Natasha, so in an effort to fix that, he called her up a few days later and asked to meet up again, this time for a drink rather than his apartment.

It was noon on a Saturday. Ilorek was alone in an outdoor cafe with a wooden coffee mug in his massive hands, trying to keep his attention off the crowd of people that were trying not to stare as he waited for Natasha.

"Yo big guy!" She shouted from the other end of the cafe before awkwardly trying to weave her way through tables to get to Ilorek's table. "Alrighty, cool." she panted as she put down her backpack and took her small notebook out to put on the table. She also grabbed a few coins from a pouch and slammed them on the table.

"Are you late?" Ilorek asked.

Her one ear perked up, the other flopping down as she cocked her head to the side. "What kind of stupid question is that?"

"A simple one, are you late?" He repeated.

She looked around nervously. "Uh, no, I don't think so, am I?"

Ilorek just laughed. "No you are not, so calm down, no need to be panting so hard, did you run here or something?"

Natasha looked around for a waiter to wave over as she sat down. "You could say that. Class ended late so I almost didn't make it in time. At least it was an interesting class!"

He just raised his wooden mug and took a sip of his brew by flicking his tongue in and out. This seemed to amuse Natasha because she started trying her best to hold back a giggle. "What?" Ilorek demanded.

"You're noisy." She pointed out. "Tongue slapping all over the inside of that cup, splashing brew around. You sound like a canine."

He just shrugged, continuing to lap at the brew with his long, thin tongue. "Price of having a beak, you know?" He said into the cup.

Natasha glared at him for a moment before putting her pad of paper up on the table, writing down a few notes before tossing it into her bag.

Ilorek was curious, so he slowly put his mug back down and glared right back at her. His golden yellow eyes piercing into her pale blue eyes. "What was that all about? Doing some expose on me?"

She rolled her eyes and gaped her maw a bit. "Dude, you're interesting, but you're not that interesting. I can't imagine the school paper would let me write about 'Ilorek the Big-cocked softie', or anything." She joked as she spread her hands open a few feet.

Ilorek quickly reached out to pull her hands down, embarassed. "Stop that, we're in public!" he hushed.

"Siiiigh. Stop being so damn sensitive, it's not like it's a secret. You're huge and your father was a Vanner, I'm sure everyone has a pretty good idea of how big it is."

Ilorek's feathers shrunk, making him look marginally smaller and less intimidating. It was very clear she was embarrasing him beyond belief. "This is why I don't go out in public often, can you please stop? Or at least tone it down?"

She leaned in close and started to whisper. "Fine, if you're such a whiner about it I'll be quiet, but don't think that's gonna stop me from asking."

Ilorek was going to say something in return, but just then a waitress stepped up to their table. "What can I get you, doll?" the black spotted feline asked of Natasha.

"Oh, just get me some brew and a muffin if you don't mind. Kind of in between meals for me, a snack is all I need."

"Cream or sugar in the brew?" The waitress pressed.

Natasha's maw gaped open, a single strand of drool slipping off the side of her lips. "Ooooh, creeeeam. It's been soooooo long since I had cream, but I really shouldn't. Just three sugar, please." And with that the waitress was gone.

But Ilorek was intrigued. "Whats the deal with cream? Do you not get it where you come from?"

She shook her head. "No, we do it's just rare, and generally only kids drink it because adults are usually expected to drink water. Besides, cream...." she trailed off, then muttered under her breath. "Cream gives me gas."

"Im sorry, what was that? I couldn't hear you!" Ilorek spoke up. "Say that again?"

She glared at him. "It gives me gas, I fart. Is that what you wanted to know? Is that sexy?"

"Naw, I just wanted to embarrass you, like you did to me." he joked.

"Well stop it." She snipped, but then leaned in close, getting serious. "So how big is it?"

Ilorek was taken aback. "Wha? It's uh...I mean, yeah..." he stammered. "It's big enough, some would argue too big, but it's big." he managed to spit out.

She rolled her eyes. "Don't beat around the bush, how big? Numbers, measurements, comparisons, how big?" She held her hands up eight inches apart.

"Bigger."

she spread them a few inches to ten.

"Bigger."

"Really?" She stated, then spread her hands further, now a foot apart.

"Look, do we really have to do this here?" Ilorek pleaded. "Can we drop the subject?"

She shook her head. "Nope, not till you give me some answers. You act like your entire life is judged by your dick size, you complain like it's the worst thing that ever happened to you, and you treat it like suuuuch a big part of your life, so make with the details. I'm like a cat you know, curious as can be, you can't tell me you're hung like a horse then refuse to tell me more."

Ilorek shrunk some more. He didn't want to be in the cafe anymore, he just wanted to disappear. He could take the occasional joke, but public humiliation was not something he did well with.

Natasha laughed and spread her hands three feet apart. "Like this?" She pushed.

He reached forward and pulled her hands down. "Seriously, stop that." He demanded very seriously.

"Or what? You'll leave? Come on dude, you don't strike me as that kind of guy."

He glared at her, his intense hawkeye stare conveying all the seriousness it could, which was a considerable amount.

"Okay, okay. Fine. I'll drop it."

Just then, the waitress returned with Natasha's brew and muffin.

"Oh good, I could use a drink!" Natasha gushed, and went right to her cup, her tongue lapping and slapping against the surface of the drink like a motorboat. "Mmmmm, sugar!" she marvelled in between laps. "Sugarrrrr."

Ilorek facepalmed, resting his beak in is hand as she lapped at her drink. "Seriously? And you teased me for making noise."

They enjoyed the rest of their drinks before leaving. Iorek was thoroughly disappointed in Natasha's apparent lack of access to real foods. As it turned out, her parents were very minimalist, preferring to keep their diets as basic as they could, which meant pups got cream and the occasional bit of bread, while the adults got water, bread, and the occasional scrap of meat to mix things up a bit. She was raised on a very bland diet, which is why she was so astounded by such simple things as sugar and cream.

"Look Natasha." Ilorek started as they were walking down the street between the cafe and his apartment building. "I don't want you to get the wrong idea or anything, but you have to come back to my place for a meal."

She stopped and cocked her head to the side, one ear perked up in confusion like before. "Are you...are you inviting me on a date, Mr 'I don't date little bitches'?" she accused.

Ilorek let out a sigh, which sounded like a soft screech from his beak. "No, but I know how to cook a thing or two and if you're somehow dumbstruck by cream and sugar, I'm telling you, you have a LOT to learn about finer cuisine."

She stared in sarcastic disbelief. "So you're honestly trying to tell me you're a scholar, an athlete, a gentleman, AND a chef? Do you really expect me to believe that?"

"I'm no chef, I just know how to cook a few things pretty good, clearly better than you're used to, and I'm no athlete, I was granted this body by the gods. I hate sports. I AM a gentlemen and a scholar, though!" He beamed, grinning at his own joke.

She sighed. "Fiiiine, I'll eat your bird feed if you insist." She whined.

"You won't be like that once you try it." He insisted. "Trust me, I make a hell of a steak. But before I decide what I'm making you, I have to know, is there anything you cannot eat?" He grabbed her and dragged he along as he continued to walk towards his building.

"What do you mean, 'can't eat'?" She asked, reluctantly following behind.

"Don't play dumb, Natasha. Every species has different dietary needs. Dogs eat some things, cats eat others, hell, not even all avians have the same diet. Is there anything your body won't let you eat?"

She shook her head. "Not as far as I know. I've never eaten anything that made me sick. I did accidentally swallow a chicken bone and my father had to dig it out with his claws, does that count?"

Ilorek shrugged. "Not really, no. But I'll keep it in mind." he said as he kept walking.

They didn't talk the rest of the trip, but Natasha was beginning to wonder if maybe she'd gotten herself in too deep. She really wasn't looking for anything at the moment, same as Ilorek claimed, but this was sounding more and more like a legitimate date to her, and she didn't entirely know whether she liked that or not.

"Welcome back to my cave. Or lair. Whichever you prefer!" Ilorek announced as he swung open his door to invite Natasha in for the second time this week. "Get comfortable, I'm going to get some food ready."

She did as she was told, walking over to the couch and flopping down, careful to not sit on her tail which she held on her lap. She was oddly nervous about how the day was going, but she really didn't want to ruin it since she did like the idea of someone cooking real food for her, as opposed to the bland stuff her parents forced on her.

"So do you prefer beef, pork, poultry, fish, or something else?" Ilorek asked as he opened up his fridge.

"There's other kinds of meat?"

"Oh yeah, pachyderm, though that's rare. There's reptile, and phin-meat, but those are rare too. I have a bit of phin-meat, but it's practically fish with the texture of pork. Would that interest you?" he offered, still scanning through his items to decide what he could make.

Natasha squirmed a bit on the couch, a little uncomfortable with the idea of phin-meat. Hell, she'd never even had fish before! "No phin-meat, please. No fish either, just stick to beef and pork for now, please."

Ilorek nodded. "Sure thing, start off easy, right? I can do that!" He didn't even wait for a response, within less than a minute, he had a slab of pork out on his counter, as well as various spices and a bit of oil for cooking it. It wasn't too often Ilorek actually got to play chef for anyone other than himself, and this was like the perfect opportunity to show off.

"Pan fried, spiced pork tenderloin, cooked in a light gypseed oil. Sound good?" He inquired to Natasha, who was now on her knees, looking over the back of the couch to watch him.

"I don't even know what that means." she admitted. "But it sounds fancy. Are you sure you're not a chef?"

He chuckled to himself, a soft churr escaping his beak. "I know about a dozen recipes that I do really well. I'm no chef. Just wait till you get a taste."

Natasha tried to look around Ilorek's massive frame to see if she could catch a glimpse of the pan in front of him, but his wide frame and tail kept getting in the way. It was actually a really nice tail; really well kept, and the prettiest golden yellow, just like the rest of the feathers and fur all over his body. It was almost mesmerizing how his rump swayed back and forth, making the long equine hair shimmer in the light....

"Alrighty, supper's ready!" Ilorek announced as he turned, a plate of steaming pork in either hand. "You were awfully quiet that whole time, something on your mind?"

Wait, what? Supper ready already? Did he even cook the pork? How long had she been staring?

"Uh, hello?" Ilorek said as he waved the plate in front of her nose. "I thought dogs had great smell."

"Oh, we do." Natasha piped up as she snapped out of her trance. "And it smells delicious!" She wasn't lying, now that her concentration was on the food, it smelled heavenly. It was a blend of sweet meat and various herbs and spices. The food itself looked really nice, too. The pork was almost orange in color, with bits of green, red, and black flecks on it made of the various toppings. "Oh my gods does it ever smell delicious! Gimme!"

"Hold up a moment, what do you say?" Ilorek scolded as he pulled the plate away from her.

"Dude, don't make me beg, that's speciest."

"But it would be so damn cute!" he insisted.

Natasha's jaw clamped shut as she stared at him stonily. "I hate you right now." She obeyed, and got down on her knees, leaning back on her paws with her arms up like a dog, tongue lolling out."

"Now speak." Ilorek urged.

She had to do all she could to hold back a growl. "if you don't give me the food now, I'm going to rip your nuts off and feed them to your asshole."

Ilorek churred. "So angry, but no, speak proper."

She took in a deep breath, then let out a couple loud, brisk barks, followed by an eager pant.

"Good girl!" He said as he set the plate down on the table, inviting Natasha up to eat it.

"You have no idea how much you owe me for that." Natasha grumbled. "Your food better be fucking worth it." She begrudgingly got to her feet and sat at the table, leaning in to give a sniff.

Ilorek soon joined her at the table, setting his own plate down beside hers. "Eat up." he insisted.

She just shook her head. "Not yet, I'm not allowed to eat until the head of the household takes his or her first bite...you go first." She explained.

His eye squinted in confusion. "Uh, what a silly rule."

"I know, it's how I grew up. Just take a bite, will ya? This smells delicious and I want to taste it." She urged, almost salivating on the tenderloin.

Ilorek grabbed his piece of meat and picked it up slowly, stretching out his tongue for a lick as patiently as he could, teasing her. "Mmmm, I bet this'll taste so good!" he joked.

But Natasha wasn't in the mood for playing around. She just reached over and pushed the meat into his face, smearing pork juices and spices all over his beak. "Good enough for me!" She laughed before taking the first bite out of her own. "Ooooooh maaan!" She moaned in between chews. "this is...it's so..." she stopped to take another bite, ripping another chunk of meat off the tenderloin. "Fucking orgasmic!" She continued, taking another swallow.

It wasn't long at all before she had completely cleaned off her plate, eating every last piece of meat then licking off the remaining juices that were left.

"You gonna be okay?" Ilorek interrupted.

She stopped and looked up at him, drips of juice glistening on her lips. "Uh..you gonna eat that?" she pointed towards his plate.

"Yeah, I am...I'm hungry." He nodded slowly as he pulled his plate back, picking up the pork to take a nibble, ignoring the mess on his beak.

"A shame." She sighed, drooping her shoulders. "Because seriously, that was amazing!" Not wasting much more time, she took to licking her furred hands clean, even going so far as to use her teeth to pull out bits from underneath her well-kept claws.

The two of them sat in silence as Ilorek finished his meal, Natasha rocking back and forth in her chair, excited. It wasn't long before the two of them got up to part ways for the night. After all, it was getting late and the sun was setting in the distance. They could just barely see the sunset out the window, and the soft oranges the sun cast along the landscape was beautiful.

"So when can I see you again, Nat?" Ilorek asked as he led her to the door.

"Did you just assign me a nickname?" Natasha accused. "Only close friends and family do that, you know. It's scientific fact."

Ilorek shrugged and grinned. "I guess I did, Nat." He emphasized her name.

"I can accept that." She agreed, but then stared at him for a moment, contemplating her next question. It was a long silence of the two of them staring at each other, but she didn't want him to lean in for a kiss, so she spoke up. "So, you didn't answer me earlier. Just how hung are you?"

He just sighed. He knew this question was going to come up again sometime in the near future. "I told you, I'm big, even for my size. Do we really need to go through this again? You're not getting a better answer out of me."

Natasha just crossed her arms and leaned against the door, holding it shut so he couldn't kick her out. Her tail was wagging ever so gently as she grinned. "Fine. You don't want to tell me, then drop em. I wanna see."

"What?" Ilorek chirped nervously.

"What's the big deal, Rek?" she accented Ilorek's own nickname. "You can't tell me no guy has ever asked to see out of sheer curiosity. You've never shown off just because? Besides, you degraded me by making me beg, don't make me do it again."

He blushed and backed up a bit, his feathers shrinking again in embarrassment. "Well, no...I just..." he trailed off.

"Suck it up dude. I just wanna look. For science, I guess. They say curiosity got the cat, they never said anything about feisty bitches." she joked. "Now take your pants off or I'll take em off for you."

Ilorek was still slowly backing up, shrinking to as small as he could. He had a million thoughts racing through his mind, arguing with each other. He wanted to show her, but he didn't want to scare her. He wanted her to leave but also wanted her to stay. He wanted to show her but something told him now was not the time. She said she didn't want in his pants, but now she was demanding he take them off. What game was she playing? "I don't know Natasha, I mean, we just met, right? Yeah, we just met."

"Don't give me that Ilorek, you've probably stuck it in girls after knowing them less time than you've known me. Don't play shy, I know you aren't." she demanded.

But Ilorek kept quiet as he dashed away into his room, closing the door behind him.

"Oh come on man, I promise it's for science, I'm curious as a kitten!" She called after him as she gave chase. She knocked on his door. "Open up." she insisted.

"Just a sec..." she heard him whimper. "I'll be right out."

She stepped back and waited patiently, listening to the clopping of his hooves and the scuffling of clothes being dragged around inside. It was only a minute before he came out, wrapped in a blanket that didn't even cover his entire body. As he stepped out, the tips of his plumage scraped the ceiling of the door frame. It was then that Natasha realized just how much larger than her he was. As she stood beside him, her eyes were actually staring at the middle of his breast, right where his feathers started to give way to fur.

"Look, I'm only doing this as a favor," He said meekly. "I'm sorry for making you beg, I promise I'll never do it again. It was very rude of me."

She nodded, smug in the knowledge that she'd beaten him at his own game.

With a deep, reluctant sigh, Ilorek let the blanket drop to the ground, revealing his fully naked body.

She let her eyes slowly wander down, across his brown and golden feathered breast, past his brown belly, and to his crotch, where his equine sheath entirely enveloped his member, two massive golden yellow orbs hanging below. His balls are bigger than my fists! She marvelled. "Uh, Ilorek. I can't exactly get a good view of what you're packing if it's all hidden in that sheathe of yours..." she pointed out. "You gotta get a bit more excited than this."

He clamped his beak shut and closed his eyes, trying his best to conjure up his favorite kinky fantasies, but he was finding it hard to do since his mind always returned to the petite malamute bitch that was bossing him around.

"There we go!" Natasha cooed.

With every thought, Ilorek's member was slowly pushing out. First out came his tapered, nubbly head, closely resembling an equine glans but more pointed like a gryphon's. As more emerged and thickened, she saw the faint ridges on the shaft, followed by a pronounced median ring followed by a lot of velvety smoothe flesh that attached to the sheathe, the beginnings of a six-lobed knot emerging from underneath the velvety sheathe-flesh.

She didn't want to stare, but found it hard not to. He was packing a member bigger than her entire forearm, and twice as thick at the base. His glans, unflared, was bigger than her fist, and she was rather intimidated. She didn't have a measuring tape on her, but based on what she saw, it had to be more than 14 inches long, and about 4 inches thick at the base. All she could do was blink and pant.

"Are you satisfied?" Ilorek said, breaking the silence.

She just slowly nodded. "Yes, Rek...uh...you really should take care of that." she whimpered, one hand covering her crotch. "Go on, take care of it. I'll be out here."

Ilorek could tell something was wrong, but he had a hardon to take care of and he didn't want to upset his guest, so he scuffled back into his bedroom to take care of himself, kicking the blanket in with him. After he closed his bedroom door, he could hear Natasha outside picking up her stuff and leaving.

So much for keeping her around... Ilorek thought to himself. This realization drained all excitement from him, so he really didn't have anything to take care of.