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As Ilorek woke the next morning, he felt himself overwhelmed with anxiety. If this was anything like his previous female partners, they'd be gone in the morning and he'd never see them again. While he may have gotten used to that due to the years of rejections he'd endured, his skin thick from experience, the thought of not seeing Natasha again upset him for some reason.

The sun was shining through his open window, casting gentle amber beams across his room, lighting up his exposed, naked body. He was laying on top of his sheets, arms and legs sprawled out, staring at the ceiling.

He took in a deep breath and sighed. He closed his eyes, but as soon as he did, a memory of Natasha with her mouth wrapped around him cropped up. Ilorek quickly opened his eyes and continued to stare at the ceiling. He glanced down at hisjunk and saw it was partially erect, laying on his leg.

"Ah dammit." He said to nobody but himself. Morning wood was the worst when he had company. "I guess I gotta stay in bed a bit longer."

He wasn't laying in bed to hide his morning wood, he was doing all he could to delay going outside of his room. He certainly didn't want to go out and have his fears realized; that Natasha had left.

I don't want her to leave, I actually like this one as more than a cock-puppet! He thought. Dammit, if she leaves I'm gonna be pissed! He was going from denial to anger, if he didn't get up soon, he knew he was going to go to acceptance, and once he hit that stage he knew he'd moved on. His previous experiences had taught him to recover quickly.

Begrudgingly, he slowly swung his legs over the side of the bed and sat up, rubbing his eyes. He blinked a few times before getting up and putting his boxer shorts on. Normally he'd extend the courtesy of putting proper pants on, but either she was gone and he had the house to himself, or he was going to meet up with a girl who'd seen his dick twice. He didn't think it would matter.

He walked over to his door and opened it slowly, peeking out to see if Natasha was still there. He was happy to see she was over at his sink, bending over to lap at the running water. She was wearing only her panties and a shirt.

"Mornin'." he chirped as he stepped out of his room.

Natasha jumped in surprise. She stood straight up and turned around, wiping the excess water from her muzzle. "Uh, hi. Good morning to you too!"

"Got something to hide?" Ilorek asked as he left his room, walking to meet her in the kitchen.

She leaned back against the counter and shook her head. "No, I just didn't hear you get up, and I'm kinda...in an embarassing situation." She crossed her legs and then uncrossed them.

"What do you mean? Were you planning on leaving?"

She blushed and looked away. "No no. I was in my underwear, bent over for you to see my butt."

"Oh, is that all?" Ilorek laughed. "Why be embarassed, you've seen me without pants at all twice now, one of those times you sucked my dick. I really don't see why you'd be embarrassed about that."

She pushed past him and over to the couch, where her pants and other shirt were lying on the ground. "It's not that, I just - I am really self-conscious about my body."

Ilorek raised an eyebrow. "A body like that, and you're self-conscious? Babe, you're a malamute with the figure of a husky, I don't think you have anything to be worried about."

She quickly jumped into her pants. "It's not that, I just...I only like showing off when I'm the one showing off. Voyeurism isn't my thing, but exhibitionism is."

"So you like being in control."

"More or less." she quickly put on her shirt and walked back over to the kitchen where Ilorek was standing. "I actually like showing off my body, but I don't like being spied on."

"So when do I get a show?" Ilorek asked as he laughed.

"When I'm ready to show you. So not yet. Don't worry, you'll get to see." She opened the fridge and started scanning through the contents. "What have you got to eat? I'm not in the mood for pancakes today. Think you can swing going to get us some oatmeal? I'm okay cooking it if you get it."

Ilorek sidled up beside her to look in the fridge. "I'm not buying oatmeal, that's a bland, boring, tasteless food. Plus it doesn't do much to give me energy in the morning. Avian half can't properly digest it."

"Fine then, wanna go out for breakfast? I could use something warm and tasty. I'll pay?"

Ilorek closed the fridge door and glanced at Natasha, smiling as he grabbed her arms. "Baby, you couldn't afford me."

She broke off and pressed the back of her paw against her forehead. "But Ilorek, I'm just a dame trying to please the bird of her dreams! Let me try horsebird, let me tryyyy!" she cooed in a dramatic tone.

They both broke out in laughter at the obvious parody.

"Oh man, didn't think you'd get the reference!" Ilorek laughed.

"Oh yeah, everyone's seen that movie, or at least heard of it. Anyway, I'm serious, where do you wanna go for breakfast?"

"I'm being serious, too. You can't afford me. You may be happy to get oatmeal or whatever, but I would only buy their largest, most expensive meals, and I'd buy two of it. Big body, big appetite." he explained.

"Fine, pay for yourself then, I don't care. I'm just hungry, so get some pants on, unless of course you're waiting for me to suck your dick again."

Ilorek's face went blank, he had no idea what he'd say to that.

"What's the matter? Pup got your tongue?" She mused as she hopped into his room and started rifling through his drawers, looking for something to give him to wear.

"I uh... I mean yeah - er, no!." he stuttered.

She poked her head out of his door. "You serious? Because I could totally go for some more head if you're willing."

"No!" he choked out, then clamped his beak shut.

"What? Was it no good or something? I mean, I haven't done anything like that for a while, but I didn't think my technique was off. You came, that's all that matters."

He opened his beak to talk, suffering through some awkward stutters before he was able to form a coherent word. "No no, that's not what I mean. It was great! Like, really great..." he paused, grinning at the memory. "But no, I just mean I'm still kinda recovering, you know? Take it slow I guess."

"Fair enough!" She shrugged and turned back to the pile of clothes she was rooting through. "So you liked it then?" she asked from his room.

"Uh, yeah. Yes I did. You were right, it's been entirely too ling since I was comfortable letting someone do that." he moved over to the door to his room.

"Oh good." she chirped. "Perhaps you'll let me have some more fun later then? I mean, only if you're comfortable with it and all."

He clicked his beak a few times and slowly nodded. "I think that would be fun, yes."

"Good, because I want another taste, and I certainly want you to be happy too. And remember-" She got up and leaned against the door frame, looking him in the eye. "I don't always swallow, but when I do, I get it aaaalllll."

They both laughed, Ilorek did so with a hint of nervousness. Was he getting into a relationship? Was he committing to something without thought? Or was this just casual fun between friends? He didn't know for sure, but he didn't want to make the moment awkward, so he kept his thoughts to himself. "So, time to go?"

It took the two of them some time to find Ilorek some clean clothes, but once they did they both left immediately to a local diner that Ilorek frequented when he was too busy to cook. He didn't like eating out often, but since he had a guest with unique dietary needs, he figured it was the best way to compromise without spending hours in the kitchen cooking two separate meals. It was breakfast, not a buffet, no need for that.

Once they'd got seated, Ilorek picked up his menu and stared at it for a while, deciding what he wanted. "We're each paying for our own, so you know."

"That's not how a date works. Either I'm paying for both, or you are." She retorted, looking at her menu.

Ilorek was baffled for a moment. "So what, does that mean we're dating?"

"Nothing wrong with a date, dude. I have dates with my mother, lighten up."

"No no, I mean...this, is it more than platonic?" He put his menu down and tried to look over hers, which she still had up, obstructing his view even though he had a foot and a half of height over her, even while sitting.

"Do you want it to be?" Natasha countered, angling her menu so he couldn't see her.

"I don't know."

"Well, tell you what-" Natasha started, lowering her menu, leaning forward, and staring him directly in his eyes. She had such beautiful eyes. "I'll lay this on the table now. If you wanted to make something more of it, I'd be more than happy to oblige you. So it's up to you."

"I thought you said we were just friends."

"We could be. All I know is that in the two weeks I've known you, I feel I can trust you more than any other guy I've met, including my own family. Logically speaking, I feel 'us' would make sense. No harm in giving it a shot, right?"

Ilorek paused to think, keeping his hawkeye glare focused on her beautiful, light blue eyes. "You make a good point, but we make good friends, don't you think? No need to complicate that with a relationship."

She sighed. "If that's how you feel, but remember; this isn't a movie. You're smart, I'm smart, consider it an experiment in biological and psychological bonding."

"Well, when you put it that way..."

"Then it's settled, we're a couple until further notice!" she leaned in close to him and whispered, "Does this mean I can suck your dick whenever I want?"

Ilorek, oddly okay with this sudden change of events, nodded. "Only under one condition, I get to eat you out first."

She extended her hand. "Deal!"

Ilorek took her hand and shook it firmly. "Deal. Now let's eat!"

"Alrighty, cool. What should I get? Eggs look good, maybe I'll have an omelette!"

"I don't need the running commentary, and seriously? Eggs? Are you into eating bird-abortions?"

She glared. "Scuse me? It's not an abortion, it's an egg. Don't be stupid."

"Oh, I know, I just like to harass. Eat whatever you want. I'll probably get the all-race-buffet. Bits of everything for every species. Greens, eggs, a beefy steak, hashbrowns, a little bit of everything. Comes with a big jug of milk, too, so if you want some you can have it! Oh, you're paying right?" He grinned.

"Uuuh." she stopped to look at the menu. "Wait, 25 dollars? You're insane!"

He shrugged, grinning devilishly. "Your idea, I told you I eat a lot. Tell you what, if we're supposedly a couple, that means you pay, then next time I pay. And since I'm getting something so big, I'll take you out to a nice fancy restaurant, and you can have all the garlic cheese loaf you want."

She clamped her jaw shut and glared at him. "I suppose that's fair."

"Hey, you're the one who proposed dating, you know how I feel about the whole scene." he held up his talons. "I'm the victim here."

"Hmph." she huffed. "Victim indeed."

"Oh just shut up and eat. Can't abandon the experiment after only 5 minutes." Just then, Ilorek's cellphone started ringing. "Gods dammit, it's work." he moaned. "I don't want to work tonight." He answered the phone as Natasha went back to her menu. "Yeah, okay. I suppose. What time? Okay." He hung up.

"You're working tonight, aren't you?" she asked from behind her menu.

"Sadly yes. But let's not worry about that. Right now we feast!"

Ilorek's shift started early that night, and it was a short shift. Natasha, still not having anything to do, decided to go with him and chill at the club or the few hours he was there. She had some homework to do, so she brought it with her.

"You sure it'll be okay?" Natasha asked. She wasn't sure if she'd be allowed to just hang out at the bar on a Saturday. It was the second busiest night, after all.

"Yeah, the real patrons don't show up till 9, I'll be out of here by then. Just doing a quick shift to cover for some dude who won't be able to get here till then." He assured her.

"That seems about right."

It was a pretty bland night. Natasha sat in her booth, sipping on some milk Ilorek had bought her while he stood at the door, waiting for something to happen.

Only a few people showed up at first, mostly there to eat rather than party, since the music hadn't really started yet. Two hours and nothing of note except a few canines who came in wearing popped collars. Funny, but they were good. Ilorek's job was simple tonight.

He was contemplating asking to leave early due to the fact that it was a slow night, but decided against it. Just then, Natasha walked over to the door he was guarding and tapped him on the shoulder. "Hey."

"Yes?"

"I want food, they won't gimme your discount."

"Do you ever stop eating?"

She sighed. "I'm a dog, man. We eat many small meals. I just want a salad or something to tide me over till your shift is done."

Ilorek was hesitant, but nobody was waiting at the door so he quickly trailed over to the bar area to order her a salad. He was in the process of giving the server some coins, when he heard someone stumble through the door. It was a jackal, covered in tattoos and piercings. He looked like trouble.

"Hey, wait outside until I see your ID." Ilorek shouted as he jogged over to the door.

"Hey, fuck you man, I need a drink."

Ilorek growled. "Son, you need to leave if you're giving me attitude." he grabbed the man by the arm and tried to escort him out when the hyena spun around and buried a 12-inch blade into Ilorek's chest, through the ribs.

Ilorek paused for only a moment as the surge of pain blast through his body, but it quickly turned to rage. He grabbed the hyena's arms, tripped his legs out from under him, and slammed his body to the ground, chest first. He wanted to punch him, but even in his enraged state he knew that would get him into a lot of trouble. Instead, he twisted and contorted the 'yena's arm until he heard a satisfying series of cracks followed by a pained yelp.

Still angry but disciplined, Ilorek drove his knee into the assailant's back and held both his arms behind him, this bastard wasn't going there, even though the knife was still sticking out of Ilorek's side.

"Ilorek!" Natasha screamed as she ran over to him.

"Stay back!" he shouted. She obeyed.

He was finding it hard to breathe, but he was able to hold up until two others came to put handcuffs around the hyena's wrists, escorting him out while they called, both for law enforcement and medical assistance.

"Ilorek..." Natasha cooed as others crowded around him.

They were all talking, crowding around him and asking questions, but he couldn't make out a word, he just stumbled around for a second. He pulled out the knife and let it clatter to the ground as blood started to spew from his wound. Normally he'd never do such a thing, but his mind was blurry and he just wanted it out.

He felt someone press their hands up against the wound to stop the bleeding, and that's when he fell over, the mass of people fawning over him becoming a blurry mess.