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It wasn't until I parked my seat on the swing set and Sara gave me a few good pushes until I realized how I had gotten in so deep.

The evening started off like any other one, really. I got home from work earlier than she, and while I was tidying up the place I thought nothing of putting up some popcorn. Five minutes later, with the smell of butter lingering in the air, she burst in through the front door like a hurricane. Like a force of nature she stormed off towards her room down the hall, and I barely caught a glimpse of her full, alabaster tail as she did so. It seemed far fluffier than usual.

"Roomie, forget that snack and I'll buy you another one at the movies," Sara shouted, as I could hear her thrash around in her bedroom. We had known each other since we were young, and I was pretty used to her restlessness and energy, but that extra floof in her tail and her riled-up tone in her voice meant something more.

"Alright, but it's your six bucks. Is everything alright?" I just had to ask. She was always a sweet mink, and even after a decade I couldn't let her go with anything less than a smile on her face. "You sound a wee bit pissed."

Her reply was stifled by her rummaging through her closet. Metal hooks scraped along the hanger bar as she plucked a new outfit out. I considered looking down the hall and seeing if everything was alright with my own eyes, but without hearing the slamming of a door...well, no more reason to get her any angrier than she already was.

"Didn't you hear me?" Sara stood in the doorway, divorced from her stylish black suit that she wore earlier to work, and now clad in a simple white button-down blouse and a lengthy onyx skirt that reached down to her knees. "I realized something important at work, had a few words with Mr. Grishman, and I desperately need a good night on the town. Now, get yourself ready and comb that skunk tail of yours!"

Her command was not lost on me. I hurried into my own room, which was right next to hers, and got ready as quickly as I could. It took a few minutes to get ready, but I kept wondering what terrible thing happened. I would have asked but the look she gave me was a mix of exhaustion and anger. Not wanting to anger her any further, I ran a brush through my tail, as well as through my hair. After a quick glance in the mirror, I just had to smirk. Same old skunk, like usual, but at least my black hair dangled down and covered my right eye a bit, just as she liked. With nothing in my teeth and my breath smelling nice and minty, I rejoined Sara in the living room.

"So, I was thinking," she began, tossing a magazine she was reading in the interim back onto our coffee table, "grab a snack or dinner at the movie theater, catch a good flick, blow off some steam afterwards, then back to the apartment. Say, Koda," she slowed down from her usual mile-a-minute pace, "did you dress up just for my sake? I tossed this outfit on just to get out of the house fast."

Apparently I was barely thinking about how I changed. I got out of my own suit earlier when I got home, and changed into my usual t-shirt and jeans combo, but I didn't even notice that I slipped on an outfit that, actually, complimented hers. If she were a skunk as well, random people on the street probably would have thought were brother and sister.

"Hey, I like these dress pants, as well as this white dress shirt." I blushed a bit as I held the door open for her. "Besides, we're going to be in the dark for most of the night, anyway. I don't think anybody is going to care, anyway."

Sara headed out of the apartment, but not before giving my cheek a gentle pat. "Koda, you goof. You're in your twenties already, and it's Friday night. Always assume a cute girl might be looking your way." She smiled as her tail finally started to relax, eagerly hitting the Down button on the elevator in the hallway. "Oh, wait, or some adorable guy. I can never tell with you!"

"For the last time, I'm not looking for a man!!" I really wished I would stop getting so angry after she would say something like that. She latched onto that joke when we were back in middle school, saw how much it made my cheeks burn red, and hasn't dropped it since. Out of the corner of my eye I saw another door open down the hallway.

"Um, hi, Jake! S-sorry about that!" The young palomino waved, shrugged it off and laughed, and ducked back into his place after grabbing the groceries left right outside his place. Perfect timing.

"Somebody's going to love those feminine hips on you, Koda. Show 'em off every once in a while!" She brushed her scarlet hair out of her eyes as she couldn't stop laughing. "At least those black slacks show off your curves, even if they are better than mine."

"Drop it or I'm picking that sci-fi flick I know you don't want to see with me!"

"Fine, fine," Sara relented, wiping away a few tears that snuck down to her muzzle. "I'd like to see that, anyway. Now, how about you and Jake go out for a cup of coffee and discuss your cute selves?"

I have a good feeling I shouted loud enough to wake up anyone napping a few floors away and, if my embarrassing outburst wasn't enough, Sara's good minute worth of hysterical laughter didn't help any.

At least I got to see my movie! Sara made good with the popcorn promise as well, so things went well enough. And, despite it all, the mink sported a smile as wide as could be ever since we stepped out of the apartment, even if it was at the fact that I do have a more feminine shape than most. Maybe I should have worn different pants, after all.

Regardless, the time we spent in the theater was enjoyable. Sara and I both indulged with our cell phones instead of the usual pre-movie ads up on the screen, at least when we weren't mocking them as loudly as possible. I think she may have got a few people upset after she made a scatological comment after a trailer for some typical Oscar-bait movie, but that could have also been from me spitting out my drink in surprise.

The first moment I felt that something was a bit off about the evening was when Sara kept putting her hand on my leg. She usually does so whenever something frightens her, hence the reason I didn't want to see that slasher flick that was also playing. She tended to latch onto any grabable part of my body and try not to scream, and then I would have to do the same since, even for a gentle, white-furred mink, it felt like she would snap my bones with ease.

But there weren't many jump-scares in this movie, just a lot of lasers and mechs. So, as her hand rejoined my leg several times over, I had to take a glance. She was shuddering and shivering like usual, although...she definitely overshot on a few grabs. If I didn't bite my lip on those occasions I would have yelped out in such a way that she would have teasing material for several more years, and I couldn't have that! Still, my crotch is not a proper thing to latch onto during any movie.

Well, you know what I mean.

I decided not to ask her about it as we left the theater, especially since she had finally enjoyed a sci-fi movie with me! Do you know how many years of pleading it took to reach that point? No need to throw all of it away. As we passed by the snack stand on the way out, though, I asked about dinner. Sara just turned around and rubbed her stomach a bit. "Sorry, but all of that popcorn was more than enough for now." She sounded a little bit disappointed at the time, but it was just dinner. Still, after we strolled down a few blocks, she tugged at my arm.

"Koda, why don't we go to our old park? The sun is going down, and we haven't been there for years."

"Hmm? Well, I think we're too big for most of the equipment there, but sure. It's nearby, anyway."

So, on the way back to our place, we took a little side-trip. They upgraded it a bit in the ensuing years, to the point where they replaced some of the typical sand and pebbles that provided softer ground for the little ones running around with those silicon mats. The old swing set, though, was still there, as sturdy as ever.

"Hey, why don't you get on there?" Sara said with a giggle. "I'm sure the seats are still wide enough for you."

"I worked off those extra donuts from my butt back then, thank you very much!" Leave it to her to bring that back up, and it was all her fault, anyway. She introduced me to that bakery back when we were both 12, and she always bought me an extra one as a treat every time she went.

As I took my place on the swing, though, it started to come into the clear. After those first few shoves to get my momentum going, Sara slid into the next swing over and started to pump her legs. It was as if we were young and carefree again, adoring that rush of cool air on our faces as we rocked to-and-fro, caressed by the crispness of autumn. I may have been a bit slow when it came to picking up on hints, especially romantic ones, but I wondered why I had never asked Sara out.

She closed her eyes nice and tight as she started to swing ever higher, and I just stared at her as I swung along in kind. We knew each other for over a decade, we lived together to help keep our costs down after we both graduated from the same community college and all, and yet I've never considered asking. Hell, I saw her almost every day for ages, and there were only so many memories I had that didn't involve her in some way, shape, or form.

Her delicate laughter, though, gave me some answers. We had been friends for so long, and we both knew I was the cautious, shy sort. I wouldn't want to risk losing my best friend for anything, and after all of these years we both knew we were each other's favorite person to hang around with and all. Even tonight, which was pretty much no different than most nights we went out to enjoy the city on our own, was just a blast. I didn't want to wind up losing her over something stupid, like an argument that would have meant nothing if we were friends but could be poisonous as lovers. She had her boyfriends before, anyway, and they were all spectacular. I had some amazing girlfriends as well, but things don't work out over time.

Still, as much of a catch as Sara was, I would rather we just be together how we always are instead of complicating things.

"Will you look at that? The sky is just aflame tonight." I pointed Sara's attention to the sky above, with clouds a deep shade that hovered between navy and violet, while the rest of the atmosphere was alight in pinks and crimsons that warmed the eye. Framed by high-rises and the multitude of earth-tones on the trees all around us, it was a sight that just had to be seen, so pastoral only the most talented of individuals could capture it in paints or photos.

"Wow, it's perfect." Sara trailed off, gaze affixed above her. It took several minutes for the sun to set, and the only sound between us both until dusk enveloped us was the oil-desiring squeak of the hooks on the swing set. We finally let them rest as we slowed to a stop, getting up from our recreation, and started to walk back to our place. The streetlamps lit up along the way, firing into use now that night was upon us.

We walked quietly back to our place, which was a little bit unlike Sara. She kept brushing up alongside me as we strolled, so I just assumed she was a bit more exhausted than I first thought. If she had that stressful of a day at work, then it was best that she got it all out of her system, even if it meant a drastically shorter evening in the end.

Stepping back into our home, though, her energy definitely surged forth once more. She wrapped her arms around me as I shut the door, and gripped me so tightly in a hug that I could easily feel her breasts heaving into my shoulder blades as she breathed.

"How long have you been such an idiot, Koda?" Sara whispered softly, and if she didn't say that right in my ear I would have missed it entirely.

"What do you mean?"

Her chin buried into my shoulder, and her small muzzle rubbed into the crook of my neck. I tried not to shiver, but I'm sure her body could feel my reaction. My tail was starting to swish about as well as it was angled downward, brushing along the floor and her legs in equal measure. She started to take a step forward, and I had to do so in kind in order to keep my balance. Soon enough, with Sara's steps and shifting weight guiding me, we started heading towards my bedroom.

"Four hours alone outside of the apartment and you didn't even ask the obvious," Sara purred, her footsteps growing shorter in pace as we reached the doorway. "What's so wrong with asking the specifics? Don't you want to know why I stormed up to my boss before the end of the day?"

To say I was dumbstruck was an understatement. She should have known that I cared, really. "I wanted to cheer you up first, that's all. You know me."

"You got that right, Koda, and that's why I was so infuriated." Sara slipped around in front of me, and her bangs covered her entire face as she looked downward at my chest. "We've been together now for three years after we graduated, and I couldn't take where I was any longer. So, I marched up to Rob, told him I finished everything for my clients a few hours early and calling it an early day, and he agreed. He sent me home with his blessing."

I was a bit flabbergasted by the news. "So, work went well after all? Then why were you so upset?"

"Because," Sara said softly as I could feel her fingers fiddling around with the buttons on my shirt, "my best friend still hadn't noticed the obvious."

Before I could ask what that even meant her fingers slipped into the free space between the buttoned portions of my shirt. She pulled in opposite directions, and I could feel those poor fasteners fly off every which way as she tore my shirt asunder. She embraced me tightly again, slowly pulling me in a slight spinning motion with her, until she shoved me out of nowhere.

My back landed right on my mattress, and even though I should have sprung upwards from the force, I just couldn't. Sara had pounced on top of me, skirt flowing beneath her, as she went from laying on me to sitting on my stomach. But, from the look in her eyes, this wasn't the usual roughhousing I've known from her for ages.

"Did you know that minks are sometimes highly attracted to skunks, Koda? And that they get irate when they just aren't noticing the obvious?" I could only stare as she slipped off her skirt, but the smirk on her face knew she loved hearing me gulp. "If you weren't so oblivious you could have had a redhead give that movie a much happier ending, after all."

I blushed as she ripped off her blouse in kind, just staring at her. Her breasts were ample, but more so than I had originally thought. We may have been best friends but I've never seen her actually topless before. Almost everything she wore, even to the beach, held those twins of hers back. What looked like borderline B cups were actually well into the D range, and as perky as could be. I nearly lost my mind when I felt them sink along my chest as she laid back down, feeling her hard nipples along my own as she started to caress the back of my head.

"Either way, I'm not leaving your room without cuddling. It's my way of thanking you for tonight, no matter what the outcome." Sara smirked again as she pressed her index finger to my lips.

I could barely talk as it was. I was still in shock from the revelation, and all of her motions along my prone body were heavenly. For some reason her fur seemed even softer than usual, her perfume all the more sweet. She purposefully guided her tail to the side so it would drape over my own, twitching happily every now and again. Her legs took turns rubbing along the outside of my own, and her hands caressed the entirety of my torso, as if she was charting it out with her fingertips. Her lips pressed softly into my chest as she nosed her way into my fur, pausing as she exhaled protractedly. She knew me perfectly, knowing exactly where I wanted her warmth, playing on every little bit of weakness I had just to make the moment all the more tender.

When her paw finally got to my belt, though, I had to think. Was I ready to give up everything we had between us for, at least, a single night of passion? An entire childhood and the beginning of our adulthoods soaring right out the window just for some sex?

As she unzipped my fly, she paused only to give me a kiss. Her lips were slightly scented as cherries, and the taste did not elude me. Her tongue slipped along mine almost imperceptibly, but I tilted my head and accepted it all the same. I didn't need words now to show my approval, both of Sara and the kiss. As if finally awoken from a long slumber, I let my arms roll around and caress her like I wanted to. My fingertips slipped along the small of her back, while my other hand was lost along the back of her head, digits drowning in her lengthy hair.

However, Sara's enthusiasm stalled as she felt around the bulge that was steadily rising from my boxers. I had to grin as she flicked around it a bit, then sent her fingers down even deeper towards the shaft as she had to explore.

"W-what in the world is that, Koda?" She was perplexed, and finally it was her turn to blush.

"Well, I am a sizable length..."

"Sheesh, I knew that already! But when did you get...that?"

I raised an eyebrow. "Excuse me? How did you know how big I am, if you had no idea I've been sporting a Prince Albert and a little more for the past three years?"

"I've seen you done swimming when we were teens, you dork. You didn't just pitch a tent when you saw some cute vixens walking by, you practically erected a skyscraper!"

I had to laugh as Sara at least answered my question. It was only fair that I hugged her tightly, right before spinning over and winding up on top. "Since you enjoy architecture so, why don't I show you something monumental?" I sat up a bit, rising up on my knees as I pulled my boxers down. My shaft eagerly snapped forward, all twelve inches of it, as my piercing glistened even more in the light of my room thanks to the healthy amount of precum amassing at my tip. I held it up with my fingers just a bit more so Sara could stare at it, especially the three extra bars I had placed along near the base.

"Was...was that the graduation present you mentioned years ago?" Sara stammered, her voice less confident now, but full of wonder.

"I said I was going to make it special," I cooed. I just stared into her eyes as I could feel a droplet fall free from my piercing and land right along the side of her neck. My bushy tail flowed behind me, swaying with anticipation.

"You knew..."

"...that you fantasized about piercings? Kinda." I had to give her that much. I wasn't entirely sure, but at least reasonably sure enough by our senior year in college. She mentioned so many of her romantic trysts I don't think she remembered how many times she dejectedly mentioned how many of her previous lovers would have been better if they had some additional hardware down below. "But I got over my fear of them just for the right person. You know, be they female, or as you say, male."

Sara sat there, silently for a second, just staring. I could already tell she was lost in thought about what to do with it, as well as what all of that actually meant. Yes, I gave little thought to asking her out properly, but a lot of what guided my actions over the years was based on whatever would bring her joy, even if I couldn't well show her or express it to her. I guess that's just what happens when you spend so many years together, where one another's likes and loves intertwine and become the other's.

Her train of thought was clearly going in a particular direction as I felt her hands gripping my ass. As her palms rubbed along my hips, rotating with quite a lot of renewed vigor, I just had to smile. Sara didn't even have to push forward, although she did a little bit later on, as I pressed my pierced glans along her lips. I wasn't expecting such a large moan from her, but she did look adorable as I pulled back a bit and let the precum trail back from my metallic adornment to her lower lip.

My next push forward, though, was a bit more intimate than that. She leaned up more this time, and I wrapped my arms around her and kept her upright. As I supported her weight, I let her take in as much of my head as she wanted. I was shocked with the ease she took in the first four inches, and I let her take her time. She wasn't as used to larger members, from what I've heard from her exploits, but she could have fooled me.

Sara pulled back to the point where her lips would run around the lower edge of my corona, both on top and on bottom. While there she kept her tongue held back so the tip could tease the piercing itself, wiggling it a little bit and causing me to shoot out more precum in appreciation. Then, when she got more adventurous, she would lean forward and take in half of my erection, to the point where her tonguing skills were applied to the topmost of my three bars. She licked around the edges of the bars with a curiosity that just wouldn't die down, and as she played with them she was sending my nuts into overdrive.

After a few minutes of playing she started to scritch along the base of my tail, and as my back spasmed I did everything I could to prevent myself from firing off my seed prematurely. Apparently I wasn't the only mustelid who knew how to press the right buttons, and I could have sworn that she was giggling as she was servicing me so well.

Still, with one more good scritch, and with her finally reaching lower enough to lap along that second bar of mine, I couldn't hold back any more. I cried out her name with all of my might as I could feel my cream surge into her mouth, feeling plenty glide down her throat while the rest built up around her cheeks until she swallowed the rest. The warmth was immeasurable, and even though I finished first, I couldn't leave her hanging like that.

I started to lean back a bit more, to the point where I left my engorged head still within her lips. With that better angle I was able to reach back just enough to start rubbing my right hand all along her inner thigh. I kept it swirling around until I knew her moans were intensifying, and then, with some of the excess precum that amassed around her lips, I lubed up two of my fingers and slipped them down into her white panties. She was quite damp already from all of the enjoyment, but I slid my fingers along her petals regardless, working up a good, steady rhythm along with my shaft up above.

It took a little while, but eventually I was able to angle my fingers just right until I could rub them along her clit. With my fingertips finally in the right spot, I rubbed and slid away until I knew I was on the right track. Her huffing was growing with each passing swirl, every motion causing her to cry out more and more until there was no masking how much she was enjoying herself. By the time I felt her first orgasm come forth I learned something new about her; she was a squirter this entire time. I could feel her squirm around in embarrassment, or was that just ecstasy, as I kept working. Her first blast was powerful enough, but there had to be more where that came from.

I'm quite thrilled to say that I was right, on that one. Six more robust climaxes later and she was tiring out. My fingers were starting to cramp up too, but one last orgasm from her, and feeling all of that hot mink cream pool on the bedspread and my digits, was perfection. Her last lick along my head was more than enough to give her a second bout of jizz, although I had to hold on tight so I could stay within her lips. I wanted our first time to be memorable, and while a soft facial may have fit the bill for some, I wanted this to be perfect.

Our bodies spent, I slowly laid myself down on top of Sara. Our fur intermingled as I got in as close as I could, resting my muzzle alongside her own. It took us a few minutes within the afterglow to regain our composure, still dripping on each other and onto the bed below with a lot of enthusiasm. We finally reopened our eyes around the same time, and had the discussion that, at this point, was probably unnecessary.

Still, to say those words to one another...it was years in the making.

As for now, my girlfriend Sara and I need a few more hours of spooning together until the sun rises. May as well mark the start of our new relationship with both the end of one day and the start of another, gorgeous in every which way.