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"Listen, Tom. I know what you're like. Don't try anything under any circumstances with Jean; she isn't like Jes; she'd probably be too afraid to resist you, but trust me, she doesn't you 'yiffing' her or whatever. Keep your fantasies to yourself and we'll all be happy. Better yet, just go bother Lex. He's into the whole group sex thing, or so I've heard."

Tom cooed a little at the thought. He didn't have a problem yiffing a male; he had drawn male BlRemon's yiffing each other while Jes fingered herself in the corner and found the fantasy especially hot. Maybe his Angewomon mate had a similar mindset...

"Y-yeah, sure, Jamie...I'm sorry." He still thought Jean was pretty hot, but he didn't want to cause any emotional problems, especially if she really was the type of person who wouldn't be able to deal with them.

"I take it Jamie had a word with you, Tom?" Jes said--she was in that little fox-like form, laying curled up on the table where Oliver was sitting.

"Yeah..." he blushed a little. "He's way more protective of her than he was of you. Is she weaker than you are or something?"

"Hell, no." Jes laughed at him. "She's stronger; far stronger. She almost killed me."

"Really?" he asked. He had always thought of Jes being a very strong Digimon; the thought of someone as soft-spoken as Jean being able to defeat someone like Jes didn't really make sense to him.

"Yes...it's kind of complicated. She's with a group of Digimon who go around and destroy Virus-types...long story short, she saw how kissy and in love Lex and Angie were and then realized that there was no way she could keep doing what she was doing, stayed with Jamie for a while, then fell in love with him."

Oliver picked up Jes, which confused him for a second. He should be dead... she thought, watching as the MiniJes licked Oliver's face. He had seen him holding her earlier when he had first opened the door, but they hadn't been doing anything like that.

* * *

Lex was watching what Sandie called 'cooking'. Apparently, this involved her taking cold food, mixing it with other kinds of cold food and putting it on a metal plate on top of a fire that made it no longer cold, but hot. She called what she was making 'lasagna', but Lex had no idea what that was. Whatever it was, it smelled very nice; Angie and Jeth seemed to like it too.

"Sandie, what's sugar?" Lex was looking at a large white bag that looked it was pretty heavy for something of it's size. Curious about it when Sandie didn't immediately answer, he picked it up and stuck his face in it, letting his tongue find out what it was. It tasted nice, as well...sniffing it cautiously, he inhaled a bit too much and was forced to sneeze. Most of the 'sugar' immediately got blown out of the bag in a white mist, prompting everyone to squeak with alarm.

* * *

"Don't do that," Sandie sighed slightly and told the Digimon once she managed to clean up the mess he had made with the sugar. She didn't know how she was going to manage all of these Digimon staying at the hotel. She was happy to let Jamie's friends and their Digimon stay here for a while without charging them as long as it didn't interrupt her regular business...she just didn't like the idea of having to clean up after them whenever they made a mess like this.

Once she was able to return to her cooking, she took the lasagna that she had been working on and opened up the oven to put it in the oven. That was when Lex decided to shove his head into the stove and burn his nose against the pan that her lasagna was in.

"Lex!" Sandie squeaked a little, afraid that it had hurt him or something, and grabbed his shoulders, pulling him back; he was a lot lighter than Sandie had thought, though, and rather than just pulling his long nose away from the hot stove, she accidentally ended up throwing him down onto the small, female, childlike Digimon that had come in with the rest of them. The two of them giggled, and ended up rolling around on her kitchen floor together until they ran into the legs of her kitchen table, nearly knocking everything that was already on the table off.

* * * *

Jeth didn't know what she was really supposed to do when Lex fell onto her, knocking her onto the ground onto her back. She had watched the two of them kiss for a long time, then get naked and do something similar to what she had seen Oliver and Jes doing on the plane. She knew that there were differences between boys and girls, but she had never thought about why. When she watched the thing in between Lex's leg come out and slide in between that little hole in between Angie's legs--which looked exactly like her own--she felt little dribbles of liquid go down her own leg.

Whatever the two of them had been doing, it seemed like it pleased the two of them very, very much. Now that Lex was in almost the same position on top of her that he was when he was on top of Angie, she couldn't help but fantasize about Lex doing the things to her that he had done to Angie. it just seemed so appealing.

"Heehee..." she giggled a little with pleasure at the thought of that part of Lex moving inside of her. She could feel her thighs get a little wet a thought; maybe she could ask him if that was something that he wanted to do later. Lex giggled a little as well, almost as if he somehow knew what she was thinking.

By the time that Lex finally got off of her, Angie was giggling, too, and Sandie was shaking her head like she had some idea of what was going on but didn't want to think about it; Jeth giggled even more at the thought.

"Would you like to help me, Lex?" Sandie asked.

"Sure!" Lex immediately disappeared and reappeared next to the stove, despite the fact that he easily could have stood up and taken the one or two steps it would have taken him to get over there; show-off.

"I haven't had a chance to talk to Jamie since he got back. Can you watch this for me and make sure it doesn't burn?"

"Sure, Sandie...by burn, you mean like, catch on fire?"

"No, not that bad...here." She turned one of the dials on the stove--Jeth recognized it as something that Ian always referred to as 'the timer', and it always made noise after a certain amount of time had passed, which apparently depended on how far you turned the dial.

Jean smiled happily, looking at Jamie. Even if his family turned out to not like her, at least she'd have him, and that was more than she would have had otherwise. Looking around the room where she was going to be spending the rest of her life, she thought about the things that Jamie and her would do here and the things that they would say to each other.

"I hope you're happy here, Jean..." he wrapped his arms around her and hugged her tightly against him. Jean smiled happily and nuzzled against Jamie's face. His hand touched the side of her muzzle and stroked it gently. She had never had anyone touch her the way that Jamie did. It always felt wonderful, the way he touched her just lightly enough that she could feel it, but not enough to put any pressure on her scales. She closed her eyes and leaned into the touch even more.

Closing her eyes, she murred quietly at the touch of her mate and happily nuzzled against his hand. This feeling...she didn't want this feeling to ever end.

"Jean...?"

"Hmm?"

Jamie picked her up and set her down gently on the bed. Being perfectly capable of laying down herself, Jean giggled a little at the gesture, but she found it loving and affectionate nonetheless. Her giggles turned into cooes, though, when Jamie undid the lower front of her robe, exposing her stomach but not anything above, and began gently caressing her abdomen; all in the course of a few seconds before answering her.

"I've been thinking."

"About what?"

"About Lex and Angie." Jean immediately blushed at the mention of the two names. They always seemed so...unreserved. It just wasn't polite. But what did they have to do with anything about her and Jamie?

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I mean, they're very lucky." His hand stopped moving, and it cupped around her stomach gently. He was obviously trying to point something out, but Jean had no idea what he was talking about. "They're going to be having a child..." Jean blushed as she finally understood what Jamie was saying. Did he want to have a child with her? She didn't know if she really wanted to bring anyone else into a world like this...especially with the things that she had done. She didn't want to have her own child ashamed of her...

Besides, was it even possible for the two of them to have a child together, with him being a human and her being a Digimon?

"I...I don't even know if that's possible, Jamie. A-are you sure that's what you r-really want? I m-mean, I don't really know if I want to have to worry about that right now, myself, but, I guess..."

"No..." Jamie silenced her by gently putting a hand over her muzzle. "If you don't want to, then don't worry about it," he said, gently stroking the top of her snout. It always felt so good when he did that, so reassuring and nice; it made her feel like there wasn't anything in the world that she had to worry about, even if there really was.

Thankful that Jamie was so understanding and kind, she leaned forward on him and gave him a long, loving hug, rocking gently the whole time.

* * * *

Sandie hadn't had a chance to talk with Jamie for a while; even before he had gone to the Digital World, he had been pretty busy with Jes. Of course, Sandie hadn't the slightest clue what they were doing together, but she figured it was some Digimon stuff or something. In any case, she was happy that he was back home now.

Jamie's room was the one in the middle of the hallway, right across from where the staircase exited onto the second floor. Tom's, on the other hand, was in a secluded area off to the side away from most of the other rooms in what she liked to call "The L" because of its shape. But that wasn't where she was going...

She had never remembered Jamie ever being in his room with his door closed, but it was; that just wasn't like Jamie at all. Sandie raised her hand to do the door to knock a few times, but then she hesitated. Maybe Jamie didn't want to be disturbed...the thought made her shiver for a moment, but maybe he had gone and turned into a furry like his brother. The thought made her shudder for a moment; she didn't have a problem with Tom being like that, but some of his drawings that he tried to hide around the house were just ... weird. Most of them had Jes in them, and some of them seemed quite unpleasant. She just hoped that Jamie wasn't going to end up like that; she did want to have grandchildren someday, and all kidding aside, Tom just didn't seem like he was going to be giving her any as long as he was like that. Still, they were young...Sandie had been young once, and she had done some wild

things...

Ah, what the hell, she thought. He's just probably on the bed or something; I'll say hi and tell him that dinner's going to be ready in about an hour than come back down.

She opened the door and saw something that she hadn't been expecting; Jamie was in here with a girl; or at least it seemed like a girl at first, judging by its reality; after she had a chance to collect herself from that fact, she realized that it was a Digimon, and not an actual girl; they looked like they had been hugging, she thought...did that mean anything, or was she just being paranoid?

"Hi, Jamie," she said, giving the Digimon-girl a small nod of acknowledgement. Jamie would probably introduce her; he was polite like that. "How did things go in the Digital World?"

"Much better then expected." Jamie answered, looking at the girl and giving her a small smile.

"H-Hi..." the girl stammered out; she had a nice voice, despite the fact that she sounded very nervous.

"This is Jean," Jamie explained, showing her the girl's picture on the thing that usually displayed Jes' stats or whatever. Sandie cocked her head a little in confusion, not really understanding what was going on.

"What happened to Jes?" she asked.

"Long story..." Jamie chuckled a little. "This is Jean." 'Jean' smiled at her and cocked her head slightly. Sandie smiled back, noticing that Jean was so close to Jamie, she was almost leaning on him.

"You seem much nicer than Jes. She would never get that close to Jamie for any reason."

"Y-yes..." she answered, sounding very timid and afraid. Her scaly, lizard-like white hand wrapped around Jamie's and squeezed slightly, which really surprised Sandie. Without any warning at all, Jamie's other hand wrapped around the back of Jean's head and he bent towards her, puckering his lips and giving her a quick, reassuring-looking kiss.

Sandie blinked a few times, not believing what she was seeing in front of her eyes; had Jamie just kissed Jean, the Digimon girl? Sandie didn't say anything, instead waiting for Jamie to step up; but eventually, after the two of them stood there looking like a deer caught in the headlights for so long that Sandie just couldn't stay silent any longer.

"What's going on here?" she asked, a little afraid of the response that she was going to get.

"...I'm in love with Jean, Mum," he answered without so much as flinching. That was never a good thing; it meant that he wasn't ashamed of it and probably wouldn't change his mind even if it turned out to be a bad idea.

"You're ... what?"

"I know it's a little hard to understand, Mum, but--"

"Jamie saved my life," she said, looking right into Sandie's eyes; the look in her eyes showed Sandie that she was very serious about whatever it was she was doing. "I know this is all probably hard to understand for you, so let me try to explain...I was part of a group of Digimon who looked for Virus-type Digimon in the Digital World and hunted them down to destroy them."

"My last assignment was to purify Lex in the Real World; Jes attacked me, and I almost killed her...Lex protected her, and when I attacked him, his mate--an Antivirus--protected him, which was something that I had never before seen in my life."

Sandie just listened to the Digimon girl who was dating her son. She didn't know what she was really talking about, but it didn't seem like she was talking about Jamie yet.

"I couldn't do what I had done my entire life any more, knowing that Digimon like Lex and Jes were capable of having feelings like love for others. I couldn't go back to my home...I would have been labeled a corrupted heretic who had failed her duty of remaining true to the Order and would have been killed. Jamie offered me a place to stay for a while, and I took the offer."

"Is that how the two of you fell in love?" Sandie tried not to put any hostile tone on the last few words. She wanted to be understanding and open about what Jamie really wanted, but as much as she wanted to, she couldn't wrap her mind about Jamie and this ...lizard... sleeping together.

"I didn't know what love was," Jean said, her white scales turning slightly red around her cheeks. "It wasn't something that we were allowed to do in the order," she answered.

"It's kind of a religious thing, Mum," Jamie clarified for her. Sandie nodded as if she understood.

"When my superiors came to take me away, I was more sad than I had ever been in my life, because they were going to kill me. But Jamie and his friends, somehow they came and saved me. I'm in love," she said, looking at Jamie and smiling at him. Sandie recognized the look that was in her eyes as the look of true love. The lizard Digimon girl really was in love with her son, and no matter what she said, the two of them were going to be in love. Sandie might not understand it herself, but she just wouldn't feel right saying no to them. Still, it would definitely be a while before she would be one hundred percent alright okay with the situation.

"Well, loverbirds, dinner's going to be ready in about an hour, so don't be late." Sandie smiled a little at the two of them, trying to make Jean feel good about her relationship, but the smile was forced and probably didn't come out right.

"We won't," Jamie answered, looking at her for a second before turning his gaze back to Jean; he had the exact same look of infatuation and love that was on Jean's face. With a small sigh, she got out of that room as quickly as possible to avoid being present for any awkward moments. It was different wiith Tom, because he was perverted enough that no sane Digimon would ever get into a relationship with him, so there wasn't really a danger of anything happening to them, but Jamie was nice and kind enough to actually get a girlfriend...

Sandie sighed again and went back into the kitchen. She felt sorry for Jean, she just hoped that this wasn't some kind of phase that Jamie was going to out of after a few months and dump the poor thing.

* * * * *

"I don't think she likes me," Jean said sadly. she wanted to know that Jamie's family was alright with the fact that she was together with him. She wanted to be liked; someday, she wanted to be able to take Jamie make to the Citadel in disguise or something so that she could introduce him to her own family when she thought that enough time had passed. It was very important to her to know that she was liked.

"I think she's just having a little trouble getting used to the idea of us sleeping together. Give her a little time."

Jean sighed. She wanted to know that she was liked by everyone in Jamie's family. Tom obviously liked her, although she was disturbed by the lustful gaze that he always had when he was looking at her--it reminded her of some of the viruses that she had hunted who tried to force themselves upon her comrades. They were never successful, but they always had the same look in their eyes that Tom had when he looked at her.

"How does this compare to where you used to live, Jean?"

"It's a lot bigger...we were housed in barracks and we usually didn't get the chance to sleep alone. And we didn't have any space for things of our own like you do, so the spaces were pretty much all the same. but, still, they were there when we were in training or when were given the privelege of an extended stay within The Citadel."

"So...better or worse?" Jamie asked, smiling at her. Jean giggled a little and played along.

"Much better," she answered happily, leaning on him. "Mostly because we'll be together in it."

"That reminds me, I'm not same if the two of us will fit in my bed. It isn't as big as the one that was in that hotel, and I don't want to have you sleeping in a chair or a couch or something." Jamie took her into the 'bed room', which was a smaller room sitting off to the side of the room that they were in now. He was right; the bed sitting in this room wasn't very big. It looked like the two of them were going to have some problems fitting comfortably in it unless someone was on top of someone else; that probably wouldn't be a problem for some guys, but Jamie wanted her to be happy, and she didn't want her to be sad one night when she couldn't have her own part of the bed to lay on.

"I think I'm going to need a bigger one," Jamie grinned a little. His bed was up against the wall, so if push came to shove, at least he could stuff his back against the wall and try to give Jean as much of the bed as he could.

"I don't know," Jean answered, her beautiful little scaly face angled up towards him with her bright blue eyes looking right into his own. "Why don't we find out?" As she proposed that the two of them have their first lay-down in the bed that they would be sharing until Jamie moved out of this place, her white face turned a little red.

He was right; in order for Jean to be have enough space and be comfortable, he had to stuff himself up against the side of the wall and lay on his side so that she had enough space to curl up like she usually did when she was asleep. He made a mental note to check on beds and mattresses the next time that he was in town. While he was laying there, in a slightly uncomfortable position but loving it because he was in the presence of the girl that he loved, he heard something he hadn't heard in a while: the sound of a grumbling stomach.

"Heehee...are you hungry, Jean?"

"Yes," she answered, with that shy little voice that she always had.

"We're eating dinner in about an hour, do you think you can wait?"

"I can, but can't I just have something little?" Jamie giggled a little. She was also so cute. He told her that he was going to be right back and headed down to the kitchen and find a piece of fruit or something for her to get by on until dinner.

He went downstairs and picked up a piece of fruit from a basket that his mother always kept socked on the off chance that someone staying at the small hotel would want one; that was seldom true. After spending a few moments in the fridge looking for a way to make the otherwise normal apple a little more exotic than it really was, he decided on cutting it into slices and drizzling chocolate syrup over the slices.

It was worth it. When he brought back the slices, Jean did this weird, cute thing where she sniffed it with her mouth open and her tongue out a little bit, looking very much like a snake tasting the air with it's tongue, which was what Jamie presumed she was doing.

"What's the ... black?" she asked, giving it a tentative lick. "It tastes sweet..."

"It's chocolate," Jamie answered, giggling at Jean as she started picking up slices, putting them in her mouth and sucking the syrup off and then putting them back on the plate. "Heehee, Jean, you don't just eat the syrup..."

"Can I have some more?" Jamie giggled some more, watching Jean's tongue shoot out of her mouth and lap up what syrup she hadn't managed to get into her mouth the first time around. She was so cute, it was almost criminal. Jamie was happy to make her some more of the snack, cutting up another apple and using up all of the syrup that was left.

Jean took a little longer to finish it this time, probably owing to the extra syrup that he had put on it. He giggled at the chocolate that she had got all over her face. Jean starting giggling with him, and before {mosagebreak}he knew it, he was licking syrup off of Jean's muzzle, and that inevitably turned into him giving her a long, loving and affectionate kiss. The light, careless giggling turned into happy murring sounds and smooching noises as the gentle and carefree kiss turned into something a little more passionate.

"Ohhh...Jamie..." She cooed at him once he broke away from the kiss for a few moments to breathe. "I love you..."

"I love you, too," Jean blushed at him and wrapped her arms around his neck. "I love you more than anything in the world..."

Despite Jamie's minor protests, telling her that his mother was going to be serving dinner soon, the two of them were soon in bed together, licking chocolate off of each other's faces. Even though neither one of them intended it to, it wasn't long before that turned into passionate kissing and Jean could feel a growing wetness in between her legs; an aching that wanted to feel filled by Jamie.

"Do you want me to ... do something?" Jamie asked her. Jean blushed a little, feeling shy and nervous about she was feeling. All of her life, she had been taught that feeling things like this were unnatural, evil, corrupt, and something to be avoided at all costs, but despite all of that training, whenever Jamie's lips pressed against hers, it was like none of those things that she had learned mattered anymore and she was free to do whatever she wanted with whoever she wanted.

Blushing more at the thought of what she was about to do, she took Jamie's hand in her own and put it against her stomach, then slowly led it downward until it almost touched the ever-growing wet spot between her legs that was starting to have an effect on the bed.

Jamie's hands made the rest of the short trip on their own and started rubbing that especially sensitive spot in between the two lips that were down there. She quickly moaned in response, spreading her legs and pushing against him slightly to give him more room and to amplify the sensation for herself. The tip of Jamie's finger rubbed against her entrance as if was a visitor gently knocking at a door asking to be let in.

Without being told to at all, Jean's body acquiesced to Jamie, and a brief contraction went through the muscles inside of her, opening up that special part of her body that was only for him. As Jamie's two fingers went back and forth, stroking her insides, wave after wave of pleasure flooded through her body. She felt more juices slide down onto Jamie's hand from inside her to help him.

"Ohh, Jamie..." she cooed, shivering as his other hand lightly slid up along her thigh. As much as she wanted to see the look in Jamie's face as he gave her these wonderful feelings she was experiencing, her body just didn't agree with her wish, and she gave in, closing her eyes and doing her best to stifle the moans that her lungs were pushing out.

The way Jamie was slowly rubbing his fingers against her insides was almost agonizingly slow, but she loved it. She knew that when her body finally couldn't take any more, the feeling of release she would feel at the end would be long, drawn out, and one of the most beautiful and pleasurable feelings she had ever felt in her life. Her tail wiggled around and her body writhed with pleasure until a slightly more powerful than normal stroke of Jamie's finger finally brought her over that peak; she felt an intense feeling of release and satisfaction go through her body in waves. An equally long and satisfied coo found a way out of her body, continuing to do so until the waves of pleasure that she was experiencing subsided and slowly turned into a feeling of tiredness and contentment.

There could never be anything better in the world than what she was experiencing right now. It was...it was beautiful. Jean wasn't normally the kind of person who would think of anything as beautiful; the word itself, while not actually forbidden, carried the connotation of a different kind of ifestyle, the kind that she was living in now, and as such, was somewhat frowned upon for use.

"Was that good for you?" Jamie asked her once she had settled back into laying down, as caring as always.

"Yes," she answered happily. "It was wonderful...it's always wonderful," she giggled weakly, still slightly out of breath from the sex.

"Are you too tired to go downstairs and eat?" Jamie asked as she could feel herself drifting off into a nap. At the mention of food, her opens quickly opened up and she picked up her head, giggling nervously.

"I had forgot about that...."

* * * *

Angie giggled at Lex; he was so cute, the way he tried to learn everything that the humans did...it was almost like he wanted to be a human. She couldn't blame him if he actually did...

"Where do these go, Sandie?"

"Put them on the table over there," she pointed a one end of the table.

"Okay, I--eep!" Lex slipped and fell on the floor, sending a number of food-bearing dishes up into the air, crashing and breaking on the ground around him.

"Lex! Are you okay!?" Sandie helped him get up; as she did, Lex had this bewildered expression on her face, like there was something he didn't understand about what she was doing. Once he was standing up, he continued to stand there, looking stupefied by what Sandie had done.

"Lex...?"

"Oh...what?"

"Are you okay? Did you hurt your head?"

"No..."

"Then why are you staring at me like that?" Suddenly, Lex grabbed Sandie and hugged her tightly; not the same kind of loving, affectionate hug that Lex usually gave o Angie, but instead just kind of clung to the woman, sobbing a little. Angie cocked her head, trying to figure out what was making Lex upset and maybe she could do something about it.

"I...you cared more about me than about your food..." Lex managed to get through the sobs. Angie giggled at Lex. It was kind of pathetic, but it was cute at the same time, the way that he almost expected to be treated like garbage and then stare in amazement or break down crying when they did anything to the contrary.

"Of course, Lex... there's more food that I can make, but I wouldn't want anyone to get hurt in my house." Sandie giggled nervously; she obviously didn't know about Lex's past...Angie made a note that maybe she should talk with Sandie about tat after dinner so she wouldn't keep thinking that he had hurt his head when he fell to the ground.

"Here...I can fix the plates..." Lex slowly slid his hand over the broken plates. Above each plate, a small symbol appeared in the air in between his hand and the broken pieces then faded away as they put themselves back together.

Angie hugged Lex from behind, locking her hands against his stomach and giggling a little at her mate's magic. He used it again to help Sandie make the food faster, and to clean up the mess on the floor. The two of them finished just in time, because other people started showing up. Lex handed plates with food on it to everyone, being so slow and careful that it was almost funny.

* * * *

That's nice, Lex's creator thought as he watched the group of them eat dinner together. Hundreds, perhaps even thousands, of hours had gone into producing this perfect machine of destruction, and yet here it was, enjoying its dinner with a bunch of humans that it could kill in a fraction of a fraction of a second, and other Digimon it could kill in only slightly less time than that. It was sickening, it really was.

Nonetheless...there were still cards in his hand before he had to intervene personally, which was something he was hoping to avoid, for a number of reasons. The number of Digimon that were starting to show up in the Real World was becoming alarmingly high. He wouldn't have been very surprised if they decided that they didn't want to have Digimon of Lex's caliber around and try to separate him from his tamer; that would almost assuredly be more than enough to cause some mayhem with him; maybe even enough for him to be able to drag Lex out of his happy little life without too much of a fuss.

As the conversation of the people and Digimon that he was watching degraded more and more into pointlessness, he started thinking more and more about what Shopenhauer would have had to say about Lex's position. He was, of course, in a happy state, for the time being; he had his doubts as to whether or not he would be happy if he knew just how short his lifetime was meant to be, and that the sole reason for his existence was for him to die and have his body inhabited by another living creature. Who knew, maybe he would get lucky and he would kill himself.

In the meantime, with nothing better to do, he was going to watch what the BlRemon did.

* * * *

Jes wasn't stupid; she knew that Tom had the hots for her. Even if she didn't, she would have been able to figure it out just by being here for like, any given two minutes that she had been awake since she had been here. He was always staring at her. Always. When she had first come here, she didn't mind as much; it was nice, in a weird, demented sort of way, to know that someone found her attractive, even if it was just because he was perverted. But she had never thought about actually having sex with him...in fact, she really hadn't thought about ever having sex with a human until Oliver showed up. Well, except that one time with Jamie, but she really count that.

She thought it was kind of cute, though, the way that he tried not to make it obvious that he was drooling over here even though he failed miserably and it was completely obvious what was going through his mind at any given point in time. He had waited around with a plate in his hand for dinner, obviously waiting for her to sit down so he could sit next to her and stare at her body the whole time.

Surprisingly enough, halfway through dinner, that's exactly what he was doing. Compounding the fact that he was constantly staring at her breasts, crotch, and lower stomach was the fact that she was also in heat. Every time that she met Tom's gaze with a threatening glare, she found herself wondering more and more why she wasn't welcoming the attention, grabbing him, dragging him upstairs and letting him fuck her brains out. Each time, she managed to pull away from those thoughts and yank herself back into the reality that she had a mate that she loved and didn't want to be unfaithful to, but when he put his hand on her lap, so close to her wet, anxious to be stimulated pussy, she had to use every ounce of strength that she had not to succumb on the spot, grab him, throw him to the floor and go down on what she was sure was already a throbbing had erection.

"E-excuse me..." She excused herself from the table, doing her best to conceal the wet patch of fur in between her legs as she went around the staircase and started going upstairs. Very thankful that Jamie was still downstairs, she went into his room and rummaged underneath the bed until she found the long, double-ended dildo that she always kept there for when her heats got really bad.

Laying down on Jamie's bed on her back, she splayed her legs out and pressed the penis-shaped tip of the dildo against her entrance. Even though it was thicker and longer than the Oliver that she was used to now, it slid in with ease, aided by the relaxation of her muscles and the juices that constantly flowed inside of her during heat.

"T-Tom..." despite herself, she found herself moaning out her name. Her fantasy right now was being fucked into oblivion, and that wasn't a fantasy that Oliver would probably ever fulfill. "Haah..." moaning loudly, she harshly forced the whole length of the thing until it's tip was touching her cervix. Her insides screamed at her with delight at the thrust, begging her to repeat the motion again. She did, and within a few seconds, she was fucking herself mercilessly with the thing, making five or six full thrusts a second,

"Tom!" moaning out the name of her imaginary sex partner, she lifted her legs up into the air and sped up the thrusts coming from him. Her chest heaved and her tail swished around uncontrollably, splattering her juices across the sheets of Jamie's bed. She shut her eyes tightly against her pleasurably screaming insides, using her free hand to make sure that her clit screamed just as loudly. She felt pain somewhere along one of her walls, and a decrease in the amount of resistance that she was feeling, and she knew that she was bleeding. She didn't care, though; the pleasure that perverted fucker was giving her far outweighed the pain.

"Haah-TOM!" she gave herself a few more hard, thrust, very nearly penetrating her cervix in the process. The final thrust brought a tightening of her pussy around the dildo, which made a short gush of fluid spray out from her. Her eyes still closed, she imaged a stream of cum bursting out of the dildo and filling her insides.

She still wanted more...that wasn't enough. Sitting up on the bed, she turned the other end of the dildo around and put it into her ass, then started pushing and pulling on it while grinding her hips forward and backward as if she were riding Tom, spreading her lips apart and fingering her clit as roughly as she ever had in her life. Tom was submissive this time, and she was on top, clawing at him madly, forcing him to go harder and faster, to drive his cum further and further into her, even cumming directly into her womb if he could...

Her body ached with pain and fatigue from the merciless fucking that she was giving herself and giving to the imaginary Tom, but her crotch wanted more. Exchanging positions and letting Tom take the active role again, she got down on her hands and knees and balanced herself on one hand, using her other hand to reach behind herself and fuck her ass and pussy. Instinctively, she pushed her head down in submission until her second orgasm, which took its time in coming, finally came. She slumped forward onto the bed, nearly exhausted. In her mind, Tom was still plunging in and out of her orifices, and only stopping to cum deep inside her when he was finally finished, but she didn't have the energy to keep up the fantasy anymore, and she almost fell asleep in Jamie's room.

Groaning at her stupidity in not going back to her own room for this, she rubbed Jamie's pillows against the spots where she had made the bed especially wet, then went to her own room to try and go to asleep again, which failed.

Her mind kept going back to Tom every time she tried to snuggle a pillow and think of Oliver, which was how she had managed to get peaceful sleep lately. But now that she was in heat and around someone who might give her the kind of sex that she really needed and wanted, she couldn't just go to sleep and waste an opportunity like that. The fact that he was in the next room over didn't really help any, either. He must have left shortly after she did, because just then as she was thinking about him, she heard the door to his room open and then quickly closed and lock, as was his custom when he was masturbating.

Their was a wall between their two bathrooms connecting their showers; sometimes, when Jes was feeling generous, she'd remove the little piece of one-way glass that she had covering the hole and let him watch her take showers...but now she wanted to see what he was up to. When she looked in, she found out she was right about the way that he masturbated. It was almost ... brutal. On her hands and knees in the shower, Jes felt herself dripping fluids from her crotch onto the floor again, and before she knew it, she was fingering herself with two fingers in match to the rhythm he was moving against his hand, and she loved it.

Unfortunately, their separated sex session was interrupted as Oliver came in. Jes quickly stopped, feeling a pang of guilt for what she had been thinking about, and quickly got up, wiping her crotch with a piece of toilet paper to cover up what she had been doing when she got out of the bathroom.

"Are you feeling alright?"

"Y-yes," she blushed and got in bed. "I, uh, I don't usually feel very well after flying," she cocked her head and smiled at Oliver, hoping the lie would hold and he wouldn't realize that she had come up here to fantasize about Tom and have sex with herself.

"Oh, alright..." Oliver smiled and got in bed next to her. Jes hoped that he was going to flip her onto her stomach, hold her wrists behind her back and fuck her until she couldn't stay awake any longer, but he didn't. Her mind started drifting back to the thoughts of Tom doing things like that.

Eventually, she started considering going over to Tom's room while he was sleeping, crawl underneath him and let him have his way with her. Yes...yes, she'd do that...