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- Shooting Star

Chapter 2

"Breasts, Mice, and Everything Nice"

Having lost her own bed due to the earlier misunderstanding with Z, Jasmine had been given little choice but to sleep in the guest room. Really, it had been her own fault for not making herself as clear as she could have, and as annoying as her new guest was the mouse girl didn't wish to be a rude host. Even so, Jasmine went to sleep in a less than peaceful mood, although she slept very well due to exhaustion. She was helped by the silky sheets with which she dressed both of the beds in her house, and since Jasmine normally slept in her bare fur, apart from a pair of panties, the comfortable setting did aid in taking away some of the stress that she'd gathered during the evening.

When morning broke, the orientation of the guest room was such that the gentle morning light came into the room very early. Much too early for Jasmine's liking, yet the warmth that the light brought made for a nice awakening. Her eyes drifted open slightly, and she yawned sleepily. The bed felt very nice, and it was much too soon to get up. Stretching her arms a little, her hand felt something very warm, soft, and yet firm just behind her. The sensation came with such a smooth texture it would rival the finest silk. Her fingers sunk in a little, and it felt so nice, wonderful and soothing. Jasmine couldn't remember buying anything like this, but it was definitely the best pillow she'd ever felt.

Jasmine's eyes closed again as she rolled over towards it, bringing her other hand up in her dream-like state, and wrapped her arms around it. It felt wonderful, and she squeezed it firmly, leaning her head against this marvelous pillow. She didn't even think to feel odd about how this was much larger than any pillow she'd ever had. The feeling was amazing, and she rubbed her furred cheek on it pleasantly, feeling the surface yield slightly to her face. Then she heard a sound, one that she didn't expect to hear, a familiar one that pierced her hazy state with a dart of annoyance.

"Ooh, yay! Wanna suck on it?"

"Huh, hmmm?" Jasmine replied as her eyes slowly began to open. She blinked for several minutes, looking up at the face of Z staring back at her. Then the realisation came that this was no pillow she was nuzzling, but one of Z's large assets, and she had her arms wrapped around the humanoid girl's naked body. The shock raced around her body. "What the heck, how did you sneak in my bed!?"

"Oh-oh, I'm in trouble?" Z asked, not losing her silly grin. "Hmmm...oh oh oh, this is a dream, a very strange dream, I am not here, yup." A moment later she began to hum "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star", one of her hands cradling Jasmine's head rocked her a little, as though she were a mother rocking a baby.

"What the heck are you doing, cut that out," Jasmine moaned discontentedly, even as her eyes began to get weary again. "I mean it." Jasmine's voice grew muffled as she started to feel sleepy, but Z didn't stop. Wonder of wonders, Z's simple-minded tactic actually seemed to be working, almost as though her voice had some sort of strange power. "Sto... sto...," was all Jasmine could say before her eyes got too heavy and she fell back into a deep sleep.

-o-O-o-

A couple of hours later, Jasmine woke up again, this time at a much more reasonable hour. She felt a little groggy and confused, but well-rested. Yawning, she sat up in bed, looking around. She was alone this time, and as the memories of what had occurred began to fade from her mind, the mouse girl had trouble convincing herself that it hadn't all been a dream.

It seemed so real, though..., Jasmine thought to herself. She thought hard about what had happened. Z had been in bed with her, and it had felt warm and...She stopped herself before the word "nice" came to mind. It had only felt nice because she thought she'd been hugging a pillow. As soon as she'd realized it had been the other girl, it hadn't felt so nice at all. Yeah, that's it. A trick was all it was. That crazy girl. Ugh...

A moment later, Jasmine's nose twitched as a familiar scent wafted up to her. She recognized it very well, and she lifted up the sheets and reached down to feel between her legs. She whimpered quietly, a warm twinge of pleasure shooting up her spine as her finger touched the damp fabric of her panties, pressing lightly against what lay beneath. As much as she could deny that the dream had been a good one, clearly it'd had an effect on her. The mouse girl was very aroused, and from a dream like that...She realized she couldn't go downstairs in this state. If her unplanned house guest happened to notice, especially considering how she had acted the day before, Z was liable to do something that she wouldn't like at all. But how to fix the issue?

"Hmm...," she murmured to herself. The solution was obvious, but how to go about it? Certainly Jasmine could just lie back and take care of herself, but she always did that when she was feeling this way. And she was in a particularly horny mood. That called for something special.

With a guilty little smile, Jasmine slid out of the bed. She walked to the guest room door and opened it, and she poked her head out into the hallway. Everything in the house seemed quiet, with not a peep coming from her own bedroom, down the hall, where Z was presumably still asleep. Putting her head out further, she whistled quietly, two small chirps between her teeth. Faintly she heard two answering chirps, and then the sound of quiet footsteps on the floor. In a few seconds, a four-legged, dog-like robot came around the corner and down the hall towards Jasmine's beckoning call. The technological marvel had been something she'd secretly purchased for herself some time ago. Black and white, with highlights of pink around the limbs and joints, the mechanical creature looked like one of the robotic pets made by many different companies galaxywide. However, this one was made for a very different purpose. Disguised as a pet, it was actually a very advanced, very responsive autonomous sex toy.

"Good boy," Jasmine whispered, bending down slightly and patting the robot on the head. Though it was made out of metal, the specific material that the dog was composed of was soft to the touch, and allowed the device to alter itself to the owner's requests, whatever they might be. Quickly, she beckoned the dog into the room and closed the door, locking it as well. Jasmine snapped her fingers and called up a holographic display which allowed her to control many things throughout the house. Selecting a few options on the display, she altered the wallpaper and floor of the guest room. Both shimmered before they changed from the plain white wallpaper and carpet that they had been. Though the bed and the furniture remained visible, now the walls looked like forest surroundings, with trees and leaves, and the floor changed so it looked like a shallow stream flowing through the grass. Through a trick of the holographic imaging, to the touch the floor would feel like grass and water.

The dog sat down on its haunches on the "grass", looking at Jasmine with its black, reflective eyes. -What is your pleasure today, mistress?- it asked of her. Jasmine blushed. The way that her model was always so forward about its inquiries embarrassed her, even though it was always worth it in the end.

"I want something...um...d-daring this time," she told it, her voice a little shaky with the idea of what she was requesting. Normally her tastes were quite conventional, but the mood she was in right now...she wasn't sure vanilla would be exciting enough. The mouse girl leaned over towards the robot. "You are the predator, and...I am your prey." She waved her long, thin tail nervously behind her, looking over her shoulder back towards the door. Belatedly, she called up the holographic display again, and had the house's computer erect a soundproof field around the door, ensuring it was on lockdown. _There's no getting in, or getting out, until..._Jasmine swallowed hard at that thought. "And...and please don't hold anything back..." Her face warmed to a fiery temperature.

Without saying anything more, the robo-dog tilted its head to one side. Then it started growing, the flexible metal that composed its body altering shape. From the friendly-looking, puppyish shape that it usually took, it grew into a much more predatory form. The new shape was more akin to a mechanised, oversized wolf, very bestial and fierce looking. Though Jasmine was just a little taller than the robot still, the length of its body was now greater than her height, and it was much bulkier than she was.

"O-Oh my...," Jasmine breathed, feeling her heart flutter, and her arousal deepen. She also felt a tinge of fear. She had never instructed her toy to take a form like this before, and it was rather intimidating. At the same time, it was an incredible turn-on. The mouse girl instinctively took a step back.

As soon as the wolf saw her shy away, it pounced. Leaping for her, its forelegs stretched out in front of it, it snarled and lashed out at her. Jasmine squeaked in shock and a small measure of terror, which was not entirely an act. The robot knocked her to the floor, and there was the sound of splashing water as Jasmine fell into the simulated stream. Feebly she tried to kick at it, but the wolf smacked her foot away with a powerful swipe of one of its large paws. The beast lowered it head, growling a low warning tone at her. The meaning was clear: you can fight back all you want, but you are my prey, and I_will _have you.

The mouse girl shivered as the beast circled slowly around her again and again, toying with her. Her brown eyes were locked on it, her heart pounding with anticipation. She wondered how long it was going to make her wait; she was in uncharted territory. As the robot circled her, she happened to glance underneath it. What she saw there made her give a little moan. Hanging between the wolf's legs was a long, thick canine cock, dripping at the tip. It was much larger than what she was used to with her toy.

"Please...," Jasmine said in a shaky voice, playing the part of the scared prey very well. "Just let me go...You can find something else to satisfy you, surely..." She moved her arms as though to crawl away, but as soon as she did that the robotic beast snarled and she shied back again. Her eyes were as wide as they had ever been, and she couldn't remember having ever felt this tense.

Like a flash, the wolf leapt at her again. Before she could react, it had planted a paw right in the small of her back and pinned her down. Jasmine shrieked, clawing at the floor with her hands, but she couldn't have gotten away no matter how hard she tried. The wolf bent its head down and grasped her gold-colored panties in its teeth, barely missing her tail. There was a loud tearing sound, and with a fierce jerk the robot tore the article of lingerie right off of her body. Jasmine lay there, her body now completely bare.

"Y-You monster...," Jasmine whimpered, and she kicked back with her left foot. This time she connected with the creature's head, and it gave a yelp of surprise. Moments later it growled loudly and bit at her again, this time taking her tail firmly within its jaws. Jasmine cried out as she was yanked roughly up to a half-kneeling position, her rump raised in the air, supported by her knees. Her face and upper torso remained on the floor, and the cool sensation of the simulated water brought a contrast to the heat that she was feeling all over the rest of her body.

A shadow fell over the prone mouse girl as the robot wolf loomed over her. She felt pressure on her shoulders as it planted its forepaws there, holding her down. Jasmine's breath was coming in hot, heavy pants now, her heart feeling like it was going to burst from her chest. She moaned as the wolf hunched behind her, and then she felt something hard and pointed prodding at her hindquarters. The robo-beast pushed forward, and the slick, self-lubricated tip of its cock stabbed at her sopping wet pussy. She gave a sharp squeak as it landed home on the first try, sliding deep inside of her nearly all at once.

"Ohhh...," Jasmine moaned deeply, her eyes squeezing shut as she was filled fuller than she ever had before. She was stretched, and that was the only word for it. Her robotic ravisher seemingly cared nothing for allowing her to get used to the size of its cock, and it immediately began thrusting in and out of her at a feverish pace. Jasmine felt herself being rocked back and forth roughly, her breasts pressed hard against the floor as she was taken by the fearsome beast.

Pleasure welled up in her like none she had ever felt. The robotic lover attacked her sex with carnal lust, growling and huffing just like a beast that was taking its mate. Its hind paws scrambled at the floor as it strove to push harder and faster into the mouse girl, and Jasmine felt its front paws leave her shoulders. They wrapped around her waist as the wolf held tightly onto her. Every jab it made into her tight confines brought a new jolt of ecstasy to her, and before long she was shaking with the intensity of the sensation. Jasmine knew her face was as red as a beet, and she should have been ashamed to be in this position, but she was overtaken by the deliciously taboo feeling of having her body used in this manner.

"Y-Yes...," Jasmine whimpered, finally abandoning her adopted role as the prey. She was too far gone for that now. The volume of her voice elevated, a shrill tone creeping into it as she cried out in ecstasy. "Right there, don't stop...!" She pushed herself up on her hands, rising to all fours and rocking back towards the inward thrusts of her toy. Her tail whipped the air behind her, slapping the wolf's metallic skin in her frenzied passion. All at once, she felt a wave of bliss rocket through her, followed by another and another, each more ardent than the one before. She bit her lip, muffling the hot, guttural groan that accompanied her orgasm.

Her groan turned to a passionate scream as she felt the response from the wolfish robot. When the mechanical lover felt her body reach its peak, it let out a sharp, piercing howl and thrust as deep inside of her as it could. From the tip of its cock erupted a stream of hot, sticky cum, flooding the depths of her womb with its fiery essence. Though a simulated fluid, it felt very, very real to Jasmine, and it only served to heighten the pleasure that was overtaking her body. The beast held its cock within her, continuing to pump her full of cum, drawing out her pleasure until she felt as weary as she had before going to bed.

When finally it was over, Jasmine collapsed to the floor with her toy still laying over her back. "Good boy...," she panted, her voice shaky and weak. "So good..." She felt completely sated, and as ashamed as she was sure she would feel once she came down from her sexual high, she was ever so grateful for the relief it had brought her.

The toy withdrew its cock from the mouse girl's body, causing a cascade of fluid to leak from her used, sore pussy. It backed up from her a few paces, and as she looked behind herself at it, the toy returned back to its normal form, its job complete. The now-docile mechanical sex toy tilted its head to the side. -Will there be anything else, mistress?-

"No, thank you," Jasmine said. She got shakily back to her feet, and called back the holographic command screen. Now that the fun was over, she dropped the soundproof field and opened the door. "That will be all." Obediently, the four-legged robo-dog left the room to go back down the hall, to the closet where it was normally stored.

Closing the door again, Jasmine returned the room's wallpaper and floor to what it had been before. She went to the dresser in the guest room, where there was a large mirror hanging from the wall. She gazed at her reflection. Now she looked quite a mess. Her brown hair was tousled and unkempt, and her fur was ruffled. She also realized that there was a copious amount of fluid dripping down the insides of her thighs, as well as a sizable patch on the carpet. If her goal had been to avoid arousing the suspicions of her temporary housemate, she had just made matters worse. But at least her appetite had been satisfied.

"Oh, well...," Jasmine sighed. She went back to the bed and stretched herself out on it. Calling upon the house's computer, she initiated a cleaning sequence for the room. Using sonic waves and sterilizing lights, the room was given a thorough cleaning, as was Jasmine herself. It wasn't as relaxing as a traditional hot water shower or bath would have been, but in the end getting cleaned up was what mattered.

Getting out of the guest bed, Jasmine stood up and stretched her back, still naked. Luckily, even though this was a guest room, she'd had enough forethought to stash some of her own clothes in the dresser. Jasmine retrieved a fresh pair of panties, a pair of jeans, and a turtleneck sweater from the drawers and got dressed. Then she walked out of the room and headed downstairs to the living room. Once she got there, she was greeted by the sight of Z, wearing a blue sort of skintight suit that Jasmine had never seen before and looking quite perky as she sat on the couch.

"Morning, morning!" Z greeted her, grinning widely. "Wake up, wake up, sleepy head!"

"Oh you're awake, huh?" Jasmine said. "I'll make some breakfast, I guess." The mouse wasn't feeling particularly hungry, but she felt like she had to offer, and she knew that it would be good for her to eat something. She'd quite forgotten that Z had told her she didn't need to eat. As she began walking across the living room to the kitchen door, she started chatting idly. "I had the strangest dream last night." Then she paused, not wanting to go into the particular details. "It was, um...Well, I dreamed that you snuck into my bed, and all I have to say about that is ew. Crazy dream, huh?"

"Oh that's no dream!" Z exclaimed, laughing merrily. "You really loved my tit, rubbed your face alllllllll over it, a-yup! Although the other got lonely so you should make it up to me by groping that one, too." Then her eyes went wide, and her blue lips formed into an "O" of realization. "Oh, wait oops. Hmmm, I don't think I was suppose to admit that? Oh well never mind, do-do-do."

Shocked, Jasmine froze just before she got to the kitchen door, and she turned around to face Z. "Wait...you mean that was real?" she asked. "You actually snuck into my bed?"

As though in answer, Z began to hum "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star" again.

"That isn't going to work this time," Jasmine groaned. "I'm wide awake..."

"Oh well," Z sighed, shrugging. "Worth a try. Relax! You're so cute and sexy with no clothes on, you really don't need those, you know. It's fine! Breasts, mice, and everything nice, yes?" Her eyes seemed to light up as she looked up and down Jasmine's body, and the mouse girl felt her face warm as started blushing.

"No it's not fine," Jasmine protested. "I...I....I touched your..."

"Tit? Yes and lots, felt sooo good." Z nodded enthusiastically, bringing her hands to her own breasts and squeezing them provocatively through the blue suit she wore. "Besides, I thought you would be lonely so I came over to give you company and then you did the grabbing, silly! You soooo loved my tits. Guess you're all lessy-something, too, huh?"

"Lesbian," the mouse girl corrected her automatically. "No, I'm not..."

"No, you're not straight? Yeah already knew that." Z rolled her eyes, looking as though she had all the answers. "Duh."

"Wait, that's not what I said, I'm straight."

"Oh, you admit it and are being straight with me? That's a brave step you've taken. See? Isn't it nice to be honest with yourself?"

"Aahhhhhh!" Jasmine cried, quickly feeling like she was about to choke Z. "Listen! Don't you dare get into my bed again or I'll kick you out of my house, understood?" But she saw that Z was no longer paying attention, and far too engrossed in something else.

"Huh what?" Z said, glancing over. She had one hand up in front of her, and from the palm of her hand, seemingly out of her bare skin, she was projecting a two-dimensional image on the living room wall. The display was very colorful and dynamic, and it seemed like some sort of cartoon show for children, in keeping with her personality. Jasmine couldn't make heads or tails of it, but the tanned girl seemed enraptured. "Sowwy, but I didn't hear a word. Anyway, if you want to play touch my body, wait a little, okay? I like that game but not when I'm watching my shows, how rude! Anyhow, want to watch with me?"

"Why don't you listen..." Realizing it was a losing cause trying to stand her ground, especially when the girl had the attention span of a goldfish, Jasmine gave up. She walked back over and sat down on the couch next to Z. "Nevermind. What are you watching?"

"Oh this? It's a broadcast from some primi...err...primocave...prima..."

"Primitive?"

"That's what I said! Yup, primiteev plant. Their plant is two dimensional!" Z raised her other hand, pointing at the projection. "These people investigate ghosts and monsters, whatever they are. But not real, nu-uh! Oh, and one says 'Jinkies!' It's like a very bad word, like equivalent to cocksuckers! I don't like that word unless I'm the one doing the sucking, hehehe..."

"An entire world that's two dimensional is highly unlikely," Jasmine said. Her brown eyes were following the moving pictures on the wall, and she found that it was sort of entertaining, in a juvenile sort of way. Clearly it was meant as a comedy, although some of the humor was pretty cheesy. All the same, it was something she could see herself watching if she was bored. "I'm pretty sure this is just a cartoon, Z. Don't they have cartoons where you're from?"

"A what? There's no cars in here...No, it's gotta be a two-dimensional world." Z looked insistent, and she was staring intently at the pictures. "They just want you to think it's a car song, or whatever you said. It's a conspiracy of...what's this plant called?"

"We're on Zexus, and that's a planet, not a plant."

"It's a sexist conspiracy on this plant against 2D world! I will not be part of the poopaganda!" She looked over at the mouse girl sitting next to her, bouncing in her seat and looking excited. "Want to watch it together with me?" Z leaned over, laying her head on Jasmine's shoulder and lowering her voice, speaking conspiratorially. "You can totally touch my boobies, if you want..."

"I will not! Never speak of last night again! As for watching, not right now, Z. I have stuff I need to do. I need to get some breakfast made, and then I have to get to school to register for my classes." She stood up from her seat, preparing to head to the kitchen again. "I'm already a little late, as it is."

"Oooh...okay...well, want to watch a movie after?" Z asked her. She seemed a little disappointed that Jasmine was in such a business-like mood so early in the day.

Jasmine sighed, her long tail twitching in annoyed resignation. Even though she found Z childish, she did want to find out more about her past and where she came from, since it seemed that holding Z's attention for long periods of time to find that out was difficult, at best. If she wanted to know more, she would have to spend some time with the other girl, which seemed unavoidable now that she'd basically taken up responsibility for her. The unique way in which Z had arrived had piqued her curiosity, and she felt like she might regret it in the future if she didn't at least find some things out, especially considering what little she had already found out about the strange girl's abilities.

"Sure, I guess we could do that later," she said, trying to keep the dread out of her voice. "When I get back from the school, we'll put something on, okay?"

Z clapped her hands, pleased by that offer. "Super! That sounds like the bestest!" She turned her attention back to her cartoon, but continued to speak to Jasmine. "Well, go ahead, breakfast is on the table in there."

"Okay, I..." Jasmine stopped, not sure that she'd heard Z right. "Breakfast is on the table?" She looked towards the kitchen, feeling a little worried, and went to the door, poking her head inside. What she saw gave her a real shock. On the dining table in the kitchen, looking as picturesque as if it was in a commercial, was an appetizing if simple breakfast spread. There was fruit, nuts, and a little bit of cheese, along with a glass of some sort of fruit juice. Jasmine was too pleasantly surprised to even be offended by the cheese. She doubted she could have used the food processors to make something as tasty-looking as that. "You did this, Z?"

"Yep, yep! Figured out those buttony things in there and did it myself. You like?"

The mouse girl nodded. "It looks good. But I thought you didn't have to eat. What did you make breakfast for?"

"Made it for you, dummy," Z said, her face plastered with a goofy but adorable smile. "You brought me back when I went boom-crash-ow on this plant, duh! Thankies!"

Jasmine was very taken aback by the gesture, having thought Z to be more on the selfish side. "Well...You're welcome, Z," she said. She really did feel touched by it. "And thanks for the breakfast." Now she was feeling guilty about the way she had talked to the alien girl before, and she felt like she needed to make it up to her. "Listen, uh...I don't want to leave you cooped up in here all day. How about you come with me when I go to register for classes? We can get some fresh air, and I can show you around the campus a little."

"Oooo Oooo I'd love that, you're the best!" the girl cried as she jumped up from the couch, her cartoon forgotten, and rushed the unsuspecting mouse. Z gave her a very affectionate surprise hug. Jasmine, stunned for a moment, was slow to react at first, before she cautiously returned the gesture and hugged back.

"It's quite alright," Jasmine replied, feeling the texture of the strange garment Z was wearing against her furred body. It was silky, much smoother than what she'd expected, and it had a familiar sort of pleasant warmth to it. After a few minutes, the mouse finally realized this was becoming a rather long hug. "You can, ahem, let go now, Z. And why do your clothes feel like...uh...skin?"

"Hologwafting clothes! They're not really real, really." Z giggled, now rubbing herself on Jasmine somewhat seductively. "Oh, I like pressing my naked body against others. My pussy is wet, how about yours?" Z pressed harder against Jasmine, and she bobbed up and down on her toes, making her breasts rub against the mouse girl's. The sensation was a strange one for Jasmine, who had never felt anything quite like it. The feeling was making her quite warm, and she was starting to grow a little breathless.

"Eeew, quit it, get off me...," she cried as she pushed the blue haired girl back. She took a few steps back herself, catching her breath. After she calmed herself down a little, she took another glance at Z. The blue suit she was wearing was very tight, hugging every contour of the girl's body. She noticed Z was also wearing a pair of goggles pushed up on her head, which she had seen the day before but hadn't given much thought to at the time. It really looked like clothing, but Z had said it was holographic. "So...So you're actually naked?"

"Of course, aren't you?" Z asked tilting her head to one side as she made curious eyes. "I thought everyone had stuff like this."

"Don't be absurd! I'm wearing real clothes." Jasmine plucked at her sweater, showing Z that it was made of cloth. "And in any case, how does it work? Pre-body mapping custom system of some sort?"

"I dunno, I just think of what I want and tap here, presto change-o!" Z pointed up to her metallic goggles, and tapped them. Her clothes shimmered for a moment before changing to a perfect copy of the pajamas that Jasmine had dressed her in the previous evening.

Jasmine's eyes widened as she saw the display. "Whoa...That's incredible! I've never seen anything like that before..."

"Don't like? How about this?" she asked. Z changed her clothes a second time, changing them so that they matched the outfit that Jasmine was currently wearing. She tilted her head to the side, gauging the mouse girl's reaction. "No? Hmm how about this then." She tapped her goggles again, and her attire flickered before simply glittering off her body. Jasmine felt her face heat up to previously unknown levels as the bronze-skinned girl spread her arms in a "ta-da!" pose. She was now completely naked, smooth and without a stitch of clothing other than the goggles, and she had given herself a white cat's tail and ears to match. Additionally, she had adorned her skin with a pattern of blue stripes that matched the color of her hair, and her ears and tail also sported splotches and stripes of blue. "I always prefer it this way better, yup!" She had a huge grin on her face, the newly-created feline tail wagging like crazy as she looked satisfied with her new appearance. Then she put her hands up in front of her, taking a few steps towards Jasmine with a hungry expression. "Watch out, mousey, gonna get ya Meow!!"

"What the heck are you doing? Put it, them, clothes, holographic, err whatever back on, hurry!" she cried averting her gaze away, and finding herself flustered for words. "I have a friend coming along shortly who is also relocating here. We're old friends going back a long way. I can't have him see you stark naked. I don't want him getting the wrong idea!" Jasmine walked up to her and jabbed her finger at the goggles on Z's head. "Just cover up, okay? I don't care about the ears or the tail, but you need some clothes!"

Z pouted, crossing her arms over large breasts and appearing to sulk. "Aww, no fun at all, party pooper."

Jasmine sighed, shaking her head. Up until now, she had almost forgotten that her friend was coming over, and she was glad that she had remembered. Years ago, there had been a boy who lived in her neighborhood back home, and he and Jasmine had been friends when she was growing up. He had been a good five years older than her, but they had been close and he hadn't seemed to mind hanging out with someone so much younger than he was. Unfortunately, once he had turned eighteen he had enlisted in the military and left their home planet, although he and Jasmine had kept in touch. Just before she had moved here for university, he'd called her and she'd discovered that he was going to be moving to the same planet. The mouse girl was very excited that she would get to see him again, especially since it had been so long since they'd been in the same room together.

Yeah, we've been friends that long, and it brings back quite fond memories. Regardless of being a few years older in his late-teens and me being ten, I still had a crush on him, my first. He was my best friend, and I made sure all the other girls in the neighborhood knew it. Heh...I was a handful back then. She thought for a few more minutes, and then something occurred to her. She knew that her friend, upon joining the military, had gone into a pretty technical field. Something involving advanced transportation methods or something like that. He hadn't been able to talk about it very much, but it was part of what had gotten Jasmine interested in working on her own ship. Z's damaged backpack was still in Jasmine's work room. She'd been able to work on it a little before going to bed the night before, but it was way more complicated than what she was used to working with. But maybe when her friend came over, she could ask him to have a look at it.

"Hey, you have a goofy grin, thinking about my wet banana rack?" Z asked to bring Jasmine out of her deep trip through memories.

"Ugh...," Jasmine said, closing her eyes, though she did have to give a little snort of amusement. As persistent as Z's naughtiness was, it could be a little funny. Just a little. "Yes, I was, but not the one you hope I am. I was thinking about that backpack of yours. My friend knows a lot about technology and stuff, even more than I do. I thought that when he came by, he could have a look and see if he can fix your backpack." She held a hand up, raising a finger. "But you need to put some clothes on. Clothes, hologram, whatever. Just cover up."

"Oh okay, so insecure with being naked, huh?" Z said as she tapped one of the spikes on her goggles. "You should try it! Feels nice!"

Jasmine rolled her eyes, seeing a flicker around Z's body as the doorbell sounded. The mouse rushed towards the door, pressing a button which made it transparent in order to see who was there before answering. Standing outside, waving one hand in a friendly manner, was the familiar face of her childhood friend, Martin. He was a tall, muscular husky, with a huge, poofy curled tail and fluffy black-and-white fur, and he had friendly eyes of steel blue. When she saw him, she broke into a huge smile.

"Hey, you made it!" Jasmine exclaimed, not that she doubted he would. She opened the door to look at him face to face. Martin was leaning against the door frame, one leg crossed over the other, his tail wagging.

"Of course I made it," Martin said. His voice was that same familiar deep tenor that she remembered from when she was younger. From the living room, Z looked towards the front of the house, curious about the source of the voice but unable to see from where she was seated. "As soon as I realized we were going to basically be neighbors, I had to come see you. You look great, Jas!"

Jasmine beamed, her cheeks warming a bit. "I missed you so much!" she said, a little bit of a squeak to her voice. "Video chat just isn't the same!" She stepped forward and wrapped her arms around him, hugging him tight and close enough that her glasses were knocked askew on her nose. "I'm glad you were able to come by! But you never mentioned, what brings you to Zexus in the first place?"

"I needed a new job," Martin said looking down at Jasmine with a smile. "I've been accepted as a lecturer on phase physics at the university." His grin widened as he saw the excitement on Jasmine's face. He knew that the subject was one of her favorite areas.

"Really? That's great! But what happened to the military post you had?" Jasmine quirked an eye at him. "I thought you really liked the work you were doing?"

"I loved it," Martin said emphatically. "I did a lot of interesting work, dealing with experimental transportation methods and stuff like that. Of course, I can't talk about a lot of it; it's still classified and probably will be for years." His pointed canine ears laid back a little, a sure sign to Jasmine that he was getting a little uncomfortable talking about it. He had always been serious about his work. A moment later, though, they swung back forward and he brightened up. "I served my years and didn't renew for another service term. I'm still on the reserve list, but as far as the military is concerned, I'm a civilian." He rubbed the back of his head. "But I've got a question for you."

"What's that?"

"Are you going to have me standing in the doorway for the entire conversation?" he asked, giving a hearty chuckle.

"Oh, crap!" Jasmine said, covering her mouth with one hand as her eyes went wide. "Sorry, I guess I got a little overexcited. Uh...Just...hang on one sec for me, okay?" Leaving a slightly confused Martin at the door, Jasmine rushed back to the living room to make sure that Z was covered up. To her relief, the bronzed maiden of trouble had at least acquired something, but awkwardly it was still a number to make jaws drop. She was wearing an electric blue outfit like what she was wearing before, but this one was a skimpy strapless top that covered her breasts and not much else, along with a scandalously short skirt. Her midriff was left completely bare, and Jasmine just prayed that she had thought to materialize a pair of holographic panties. But under the circumstances, it still was less revealing than being fully nude. She also noticed that Z had kept the kitty ears and tail after all. With that checked on, the mouse girl hurried back to the door. "Come in."

The husky stepped inside and smiled, following Jasmine to the living room. "I peeped in your garage and saw your shuttle craft inside. Still working on it, I see. Glad to see that some things never change. I have to admit, all those annual mods and upgrades make that thing hardly recognisable anymore from when I last saw it. I really like the...uh...oh..." He paused as they came into the room, sighting a slender tanned female in the room. Martin was unable to help but take a moment to admire the unusual furless species, along with her ample assets. Ever the gentleman, he wasted no time in offering a greeting. "Good morning, miss. My name's Martin. I didn't realise Jas already had company." There was another pause as he tilted his head to the side a little, taking in all the curves, wrapped as they were in the tight clothing. He was particularly admiring of her well-toned golden legs, although her body offered a number of other appealing diversions.

"Hiyas, I'm Z!" she said with a nod back at him. "Jazzy is my best friend in the whole world!" She gave him a radiant, pretty smile, along with a kittenish expression that made her blue eyes sparkle invitingly.

Jasmine walked past Z, making for the kitchen so that she could offer her friend a drink, and upon passing whispered, "Please no talk about pussies, sex, or anything to do with your body...."

"Huh...Oh okay then, party pooooo pooooo per," Z grudgingly said. She and Martin both made to follow her, with the husky surreptitiously eying the alien girl's rear as they walked, and each sat on one of the levitating bar stools near the counter, which had glowing rings at the bottom. The female sat at the kitchen bar of the open plan room, smiling back at Martin. Not to be rude, he smiled right back at her, feeling slightly awkward but still a little taken with how the girl was looking at him.

Meanwhile, Jasmine was fiddling with the drink dispenser. "The usual for you, Mart?"

He gave a nod accompanied by a lopsided smile at Jasmine. "You know me too well." Looking over at Z, his curiosity was roused. "So, you're Jasmine's friend. Whereabouts are you from? I don't see many of your species. Come to think of it, I've never come across yours before. I have seen something similar in old textbooks. They're called humans, and you look similar but not quite the same." He gave her a little wink, unable to hold back a playful added comment. "You're far prettier, too."

Before Z could answer Jasmine quickly did for her. "She's from the Ianawi system. She's a crossbreed so it's coincidental she looks similar to humans. If you take a note of her lips, that's not lipstick, and she's also blue blooded." This, of course, was all information that the mouse girl had gleaned from the Auto-Med the night before..

"Oh, that's interesting. Yeah, now that you mention it, a cross with one of the reptilian species from that area could result in offspring like this." He gave Z a penitent look. "My apologies, you must feel like some kind of specimen with the way we're rudely talking about you. Well, let me tell you this much, whomever your parents are, they made something beautiful." A twinge of jealousy shot up through Jasmine at those words.

What kind of lame come on line is that...

Being the ever modest girl that she was, Z replied straight of the bat. "Oh, I already know I'm hot," she boasted. She leaned forward, giving Martin a clear look down the front of her top at her breasts. "Hey, you known Jazzy a long time. Is she always so stiffy stiff? I want to do fun stuff, so bored!" She capped off her complaint with a sigh.

"I bet your boyfriend is quite the lucky one," Martin stated after a moment, not finding anything else to say. His face felt fiery hot from the glimpse she had given him. It was a tactical question, so he could inquire if she was single or not. But, before he finished, it was a no-no to be interloping with students this way. "Are you a student, too?"

"I have no boyfriend, nope, never tried, seems boring," Z said, earning a sly smile from the husky. "And student? I'm pro, don't need to do learning, also boring."

"Really?" Martin said. Inwardly, he was toasting his good fortune. "Well, Z, I know we only just met, but I was wondering if you would like to..." He paused, having been speared by an icy stare from Jasmine. "Well...maybe later. I can ask another time."

Taking the opportunity to butt in, Jasmine set down the prepared drinks on the counter. "Hey, listen, Mart," she said, giving Z a warning glare which the alien girl was oblivious to. "I got kind of a problem that I was hoping you could help me out with. Well, actually, it's Z's problem, I guess."

"Oh?" Martin looked between Jasmine and Z, picking up his drink and taking a sip of it. "What kind of problem?"

"Z has this...uh...backpack that she uses. It's a compact personal transportation device. You know, like those jetpacks they have back home." Jasmine kept her voice as casual as she could. She wasn't sure how other people would react if they knew that Z had come crashing to Zexus from outer space. "We've been trying to fix it up, but it's a little over my head. Do you think you could take a look at it for me?" She gave him a pleading expression, twisting one of her large mousey ears in her fingers, in that way that had made him agree to whatever she said ever since they were kids.

"Well...I don't have a lot of free time...," Martin said slowly. "There's a lot to do at the university, what with preparing for the semester to start and all." He looked at the disappointed expression on the mouse girl's face, and any further protests he might have been thinking of evaporated. "Oh...what the hell. I have some time today. I can have a quick look at it, and if it's going to be a tough job I have this teaching assistant who's a real whiz with that kind of thing. If I don't have the time to get the job done, I can ask him to help you out. He's a good kid, a third-year student."

Jasmine beamed at him. "Great! Thanks, Mart, I really appreciate it!" She surprised him a little as she walked over and ushered him from his seat. She pushed him towards the kitchen exit. "It's, ah, down in my work room! Down the hall, second door on the right, down the stairs. Can't miss it! You're doing me a real favor, Martin."

"Uh, well, you...," Martin stammered, looking over his shoulder at Z.

"No, no, no, you're really a great guy!" the mouse girl said with overenthusiastic cheer. "Well, you better get to work down there! I've got to go register for classes, and I promised Z I'd show her around campus!" She gave Martin one last shove through the doorway.

"A-Alright, alright!" the husky said. He still sounded as confused as anything, but he did as Jasmine asked, heading down the hall towards the stairs which would lead him down to Jasmine's work room.

"Phew...." Jasmine said as he left. "Okay, I need to enroll so we better get going, too, Z. No talking about genitals of any form while we're there, or anything sexual...Better still, don't say anything at all."

-Chapter End

With a girl who would be better named trouble, it's hard to say how Jasmines induction would go at college when in such unpredictable company.