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"Are you cold?" "A little." Vega admits, once again pulling her jersey tighter around her shoulders as she sits on the sofa. I know that it's just my fur, which is clearly thicker than her own, keeping me warm, so her thinner coat must not be doing enough for her. "You need a blanket or something?" I ask, and she nods. I head back to her bedroom, and simply grab the top layer, a thick, black polar fleece blanket, and before I return to the living room, I quickly grab a pair of sweatpants from my room and slip them on. "Here." I say, handing her the blanket. She takes it, and wraps it around her shoulders. "It's still kind of cold." She moans, getting up and sitting on the sofa nearest to the fireplace. "Come here." She says, grinning slightly. I sigh and step over. She opens the blanket like a pair of wings, inviting me to sit with her. I sit close to her, and drape my tail across her lap. "No, not like that." She says, chuckling. She grabs my hip and pulls me so I'm kneeling over her, my legs on either side of hers. She wraps her arms and the blanket around my back, and I cuddle up to her. "Better?" I ask, and she nods again. "Much better. You're very nice and warm, thank you." She says. "Why thank you. It's good to know that I'm appreciated as the blanket-retrieving, warmth-giver." I say with a grin. "Don't forget 'adorable, cuddly Panda bear'." Vega adds. I shake my head at her, but smile anyway. I rest my chin on her shoulder and she does the same, and then she suddenly says "This would almost be romantic, you know?" "Vega, I'm riding your lap. If you had a dick, this would probably be sex." I tell her, completely mindful of the fact that I am half naked under this blanket. I feel Vega's face warm a bit, her ears flicking back. "You know I'm asexual right?" "Yeah, I know. This is just a bit weird, you know?" I say, leaning back to look at her proper. "Yeah, I guess. It's not every day I get a cuntboy riding me." She grins mischievously. "Shut up." I shoot back, unable to stop from smiling also. "So, you told me how your first heat was... what did you do after that?" Vega asks, curious. I shrug my shoulders and tell her "Oh, I just used suppressants. Seemed easier. What about you?" "Same here. It was only after I started on them that mom let me go to public school. You know, it's funny. My first day at public school was also the first time I broke a bone." "Oh, really?" I'm a bit surprised, and intrigued enough to want to hear more. "Yeah." She says, "This wolf - I don't remember his name - came up to me all confident-like, and told me I was to be his girlfriend. So I did what I thought was best, and punched him in the face." She smiles, but it confuses me. "I thought you said you broke a bone?" She grins even wider, then continues "I broke his nose. Multiple fractures through his entire muzzle. I got suspended for two weeks. My mom bought me a new necklace." "She was the one who taught you to be all tough?" "Yeah. She was born around the same time as the Crisis, so she fought long and hard through all that. She wanted me to be strong and independent as well." "Oh. My mom lived through the Crisis too, but she always wanted me to be smart. 'Do well at school', 'Make the world a better place', stuff like that." "My mom told me there were two kinds of people who made it through the Crisis. The Thinkers, and the Doers. The Thinkers were all the smart people, the ones who designed this city, and all the things in it." She pauses for a second, and I think she's waiting for me, so I say "Go on." She flashes me a toothy smile before continuing. "The Doers were the ones who built the plans the Thinkers gave them. They laid the foundations of this city, and built everything in it. Cars, computers, roads... even the sidewalks. They did it all." I chuckle, and then tell her "I do remember my Basic History, Vega." She nods, then says "Yeah, so do I." "But I guess your point is that we're the next generation of those people? The Thinkers and the Doers?" I confirm, returning my chin to her shoulder. The Hyena nods. "Exactly. Although I would've thought that you would have realised by now that the heating was back on, and I just wanted a nice cuddle, you being a Thinker and all." "Well, maybe I wanted a nice cuddle, too." I shoot back. "Ooh, is my cuddly Panda getting an attitude? I know how to fix that..." "Oh, and just how do-" I jerk as she starts tickling me, and I quickly jump away, but she tackles me onto the sofa and keeps tickling, my lack of jersey making me an easy target. "Ah! No, ah-haha!" I giggle and playfully fight back. She tickles me until we're both laughing like a pair of maniacs, gasping for breath. "Oh, you're so much fun, Mako!" Vega gasps, collapsing on my legs as I sit up on the sofa. "You're so mean!" I joke, still clutching my sides. Vega just laughs anew, a quick Hyena laugh slipping out and making me giggle. We spend a few minutes calming down, before Vega suddenly perks. "Hey, how about you try on some of those new clothes?" She suggests, bringing the still-packed shopping bags in my room. "Oh, I dunno. I mean, for starters, like half of what we bought was underwear." I remind her. "Then, just don't wear pants, duh." She replies, like it's obvious. I sigh. "You want me to model underwear? Seriously?" "Yeah! I bet your butt would look adorable in those pink ones..." "You and bloody pink underwear!" I say with a huff, but I get up from the sofa. "Fine." I say. "But I'm not trying all the underwear, that'd take way too long." I start walking to my room, and Vega cheers.

I shake my head. "What have I gotten myself into?" I murmur, tying the orange sarong around my waist. I barely remember it, but I once saw a woman at the beach as she re-tied hers. Using that sketchy memory, I quickly tug the ends of the knot, making sure the material is secure around my waist, and then step into the hallway. Vega had dragged one of the dining chairs over after the first twenty minutes, and is now watching me expectantly as I 'strut my stuff' down our makeshift runway. Admittedly, it is kind of fun, doing this. I've always liked shopping for clothes, and trying new stuff on was always fun. I turn side on to Vega, and she claps as I strike a pose. "Just like the real deal!" she laughs, and I blow her a fake kiss that only makes her laugh more. I turn my back to her, and retreat to my room. I count myself lucky that that was the last item, as I quickly undo the knot and lay it out on the bed. "I'm so going to have to take you to the beach." Vega's voice makes me jump. I turn and see her standing in the doorway, watching me. "Oh, I don't know, Vega. Just you and me, in the house... I can do that. I dunno about a crowd, though." I say, ears flat as I imagine the scene, all the guys hitting on me, with their washboard abs and muscled arms... "Aw, c'mon, stripes. It'd be fun." Vega insists. "Maybe, but I would definitely be wearing something underneath this thing!" I say, pointing to the sarong I'd just modelled. "Bullshit! That's, like, blasphemous to beach culture! You can't wear anything under a sarong!" Vega exclaims. "My furry ass it's blasphemous." I mutter under my breath as I pull a shirt over my head. "And speaking of that ass..." Vega murmurs. "Don't go staring at my butt!" I yell, spinning around, both hands covering my rear, before I realise the front is no better, and I whip one hand around for some modesty. Vega seems a bit taken aback by my little outburst. "I was just going to say you've got a nice butt... for a dude." I frown at her, and quickly grab a pair of underwear off the bed. Luckily, my hand finds a deep blue pair, instead of the bright pink ones. I quickly pull them on, then my sweatpants. Vega seems almost disappointed. "Don't look so disappointed. I'm not going wandering around in public half nude, and you did want to go get pizza, didn't you?" I point out. She nods and sighs. "Yeah, I did." "So, let's go. The pizza place is just down the street, yeah?" I say, squeezing past her at the door...

As we're returning from the pizza shop, each carrying a pizza, a box of fries, and a hot caramel lava-cake dessert, Vega speaks up. "Mako... I just wanted to say thank you. For putting up with how pushy I am." We stop on the corner, and I hit the crossing button. "What do you mean?" I ask. "Like, how I sorta tell you to do things. Like 'get undressed' and stuff like that." "Oh, it's no problem, really." I assure her, as the crossing light changes to green. We onto the tarmac. "I just don't want you to feel alienated..." "No, it's fine!" I insist, smiling. "It's like a rollercoaster... or a crazy carnival ride. I'll get off the ride and say it sucks, but if you asked me an hour later 'if I wanted to go again', I'd say 'hell yeah'!" "Wait, so-" "Yep." I say, interrupting her. "I actually kinda like it. I feel nervous at first, but then there's a feeling of euphoria. I kinda enjoy walking around nude, and the cuddles are nice, too. And I'm really thankful that you've lent your bed to me, multiple times now." "Well, how could I possibly refuse such a cute wee face?" she asks, grinning at me. I just grin back, and lean forward until we touch noses. Vega instantly blushes, and I giggle. We arrive home, and take the stairs back up. "Don't want to be in the elevator if the power goes out again." Vega says. We sit down at the coffee table, kneeling on the soft carpet, and dig in. "Mmm." Vega moans happily, although whether from the mouthful of chicken pizza, or the warmth of the fireplace on her back, I could not say. We finish our pizzas and fries, and then tear into our desserts - lava cakes which are, thankfully, still steaming hot. The first cut with the edge of the plastic spoon lets a small trickle of steam out, followed by a slow ooze of caramel filling. We happily tuck in, and soon only crumbs and small dollops of caramel remain. "Ah. That was good." Vega moans, leaning back against the couch and happily rubbing her now-full stomach. I agree with a chuckle, my belly warmed by both pizza and dessert. We sit there in silence for a few minutes, basking in the warmth of the fire, before Vega yawns. It's contagious, and I yawn also. "Maybe we should go to bed?" I suggest. Vega nods somewhat sleepily. "Yeah. Let's go." We get up off the floor, leaving the empty boxes to be dealt with later, and head for bed. I strip down to my underwear - just the panties - and hop into bed alongside Vega, also in her under things. She cuddles up to me, and I reach over to turn off the lamp. "Goodnight Mako." She whispers. "Goodnight Vega." I reply.

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