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The next morning is pretty standard, or at least as standard as my mornings have become as of late. Vega and I wake, still cuddled together, until a ring at the doorbell forces me to get up. I throw on a shirt and some pants, and walk through the cool morning air of the apartment. Opening the door, I find the smiling faces of the moving crew from the furniture store waiting there, the bed, still in its cardboard and plastic packaging, on the ground behind them. I let them in, and guide them to my room. "Alright, thank you!" I say, as the moving crew departs, and I close the front door before heading back to my room. Vega is already waiting for me, and has started tearing into the packaging, seemingly eager to get the new bed set up. "Come on..." She grunts, trying to cut through a plastic strap with her claws. I laugh, watching her struggle a little bit more, before going and grabbing a knife from the kitchen to cut it. The last of the straps are removed, and we take off the cardboard. "Some assembly required..." I mutter, pulling out the very thick manual. Vega just smiles and says "It's like a giant jigsaw." I chuckle, and open the manual. "Let's get this over with, shall we?"

As finish putting the bed together, tossing the hopefully comfortable mattress onto the base with a dull 'thud' noise, I realise an error on my part. "Shit. I forgot to get some sheets." I curse, tossing the instruction manual in the empty box. Or, what was left of the box. Vega just smiles. "You'll have to go shopping, then. Don't you like shopping?" I grin back, a slight heat rising to my ears as I get called out. "Yeah, I do." The still-smiling Hyena gets up and walks to the door. "Do you want to go now, maybe get some lunch while we're out?" she suggests, one hand on the door handle. "Sure." I nod, and, grabbing my keys, I follow her out of the apartment. We take the elevator down to street level, and head out into the warm midday air. "Brr. Maybe I should've grabbed a hoodie." I muse, shivering as we pass into the shadow of a tall building. Vega laughs and replies "What're you complaining about, fuzzy butt? You've got more fur than I do!" "And you've got a nice sweater on." I point out. She just grins, and we keep walking to the underground shopping centre. We enter through the Metro again, and head straight to the food court. After grabbing some burgers, we sit down to eat. I'm just about to bite into my chicken burger, when sudden shove from behind causes me drop it, and a cool liquid splashes against my back. "Ah, shit. Sorry about that. Here." A mystery voice curses, and I feel the person wiping my back. I turn to see a Fennec Fox standing there, brandishing a handful of serviettes, looking very tired. "Thanks." I say, as he gets the worst of his Coke out of my fur. He chuckles nervously, and goes to pick up his lunch tray. "I'm really sorry. I'm tired, and I didn't mean it." I smile. "No worries." He smiles a little, then stands and looks around. "And it looks like there are no empty seats... great." He mutters, maybe a little too loud. "Sit with us." I say, nudging the spare seat at our table with a footpaw. "Even after I kind of dumped my Coke on your head?" "It was an accident. Sit." I insist, and, with a sigh, he takes the empty seat, placing his food down in front of himself. "Well, I guess I'd better introduce myself. Kato Vostok. Trainee bartender and security guy." He offers his hand for a shake, I gladly accept the offer. "Mako Rivers. IT student. It's good to meet you." "I'm Vega Foshu. I'm Mako's classmate and flatmate." Vega adds through a mouthful of Bacon Deluxe burger. Kato grins. "Nice to meet you." We settle into a bit of light conversation as we eat, until the topic turns to video games. "So, you play Advanced Warfare, too?" Kato asks, after I list a few of the games I have. "Yeah, some of the old games are better. Not as many little kids." "Hear, hear. I hate how many little 'twelvies' are on the newer games." Kato groans, hiding his grimace behind a mouthful of French fries. I try not to snort my Fanta in response, thinking about how, just a week ago, I had been playing and everyone had ganged up on this little kid with a headset because he kept on squealing and crying. "But, yeah. We should definitely team up at some point. You play any racing games?" I nod, and put down my drink. "Yep. Love them. You could come round and we could play a bit of split screen?" He nods in approval. "Yeah. I don't suppose you're free today?" "Well, I have to get a few things first, but otherwise, that sounds good. You could just follow us around until we go home if you want." I say, just as Vega finishes her second burger and sighs in relief. "Yeah, okay."

Kato laughs as we enter the apartment, and I sigh once again, lugging the two large shopping bags of sheets and pillows and blankets. "And then... then the kid starts crying! Right there, on the side of the road, with his little Subaru going up in flames!" "Guess he learnt to not mess with your car, huh?" Vega replies, giggling. Kato has just told us about the time he'd had a street race with a young kid, whose Subaru's powertrain had failed and burst into flames when he pushed it too hard, in an attempt to keep up with Kato's considerably more powerful Panther Hydro-Turbine Sports car. I leave the two to socialise in the living room, and go to make my new bed. Nice, soft, black polar fleece blankets, with a deep red duvet, and a rusty orange polar fleece throw rug. With four pillows in black to go with, I think it looks pretty neat. I am just thinking that I am going to need some lamps to go on the bedside tables, which were, thankfully, pre-assembled when they arrived, when Kato knocks on the frame of my open door. "Hey, you up for some gaming?" he asks, one eyebrow quirked. I nod, grab my two PS4 controllers, and pass one to him. We sit down on the end of the bed, facing the TV, and I launch a racing game. "You ready to lose, little Panda?" Kato jeers, nudging me with an elbow. I smirk and shoot back "You're on, Foxy!"

We're in the middle of a ten-race Grand Prix, with four more races to go and me leading the score by three wins, when Kato suddenly bumps his leg against mine. I give a little, playful growl, and keep playing. "I'm still going to beat you, Mr 'Panther driver'." He chuckles. "How do you know that's what I was doing?" He replies, peering at me out of the corners of his purple eyes. I don't question it, and instead go back to the game, drifting my McLaren-inspired Lectro 765 Sport, while Kato tries to keep up with his Panther Se Sport. Both cars cost me around twenty dollars in DLCs, and I haven't been disappointed. Yet. "Come on, is that all you got?" I jeer, and Kato just laughs.

"How the hell did you beat me? I could have sworn I was going to win!" I groan, and flop back on the bed, and stare at the skylight. The bright blue sky has turned into a quickly-darkening mosaic of orange and pinks, with clouds. My view is suddenly filled with purple, as Kato leans over me. "Uh... h-hi." I stammer, a little bit unsure about the way he's climbing on top of me, one knee either side of my hips and his hands next to my head. "You're cute, you know that?" He says, staring into my eyes with his purple orbs. I can't tear my gaze from his face as I wonder "Really?" He grins. "Yeah. I am so gay for you right." "Y-you're gay?" I stutter, surprised. He blushes a little. "You don't like that?" "No! No, it's fine." He grins and moves until our noses almost touch - his breath hot on my nose. "You don't mind?" he breathes, and an involuntary shiver passes up my spine. "No, but..." "You're a virgin?" "Well, technically, no." I blush, thinking about the box with the two dildos I own in it, underneath this very bed. "Then what?" Kato asks, nuzzling my neck and coaxing a soft moan from my lips. "I'm... a... c-cuntboy." I gasp. Kato pauses for a moment. "Come again?" he asks, confused. He comes back up and looks into my eyes again, and I explain. "I-I have a pussy instead of a dick. I'll understand if you don't want to-" "Of course not. You're still a guy. But, do you want this?" He asks, leaning down to attack my nape with his warm breath once again. Just the thought of actual, proper sex, instead of a late night with a lifeless lump of silicone, has me getting a little aroused, the heat and wetness beginning to spread between my legs. With a gasp and a moan, I manage to say "Yes... I want it." Without a word, Kato starts moving down my body, his hands running down, along my shirt, until he reaches my jeans. With a swift - almost practised - hand, he undoes both the fly and tail strap, and gently tugs them down to reveal the light blue panties I have on. Even through the silky material, I can feel his breath against my nethers, and I gasp again. A light chuckle, and Kato keeps going, hooking a finger under either side of my panties, and gently, slowly pulls my clothes down to my ankles, before tugging them off and letting them fall to the floor. Seeing him pulling his shirt off, I quickly do the same, my shirt hasn't even hit the floor before he's pressed up against me, our bare chests together, our lips locked in a heated kiss before, with a spare hand, Kato tugs the bed sheets aside, and we slide into bed, Kato's jeans and underwear somehow disappearing along the way. I guess he's inexperienced with foreplay, as Kato almost immediately lines himself up with my entrance, his very-canine tip prodding and slightly spreading my labia as we continue our heated kissing. Finally, he breaks away, and asks "You ready?" I nod, panting for breath. "Yes. Take me." With a single, smooth stroke, he presses into me, gasps and a moan escaping me as his rod fills me, radiating pure pleasure into my lower body. He pauses, kissing me once more, before continuing his advance, not stopping until our hips touch, my mind overwhelmed by the new level of pleasure created by the way his manhood completely fills me. I moan in pleasure as he slowly draws out, before smoothly trusting back in, and then out again, slowly building up to a fast but not rough pounding. The air is filled with the sounds of our hips slamming together with an audible slapping noise, the copious amounts of my female juices providing the 'slap' noise. As my pleasure begins building towards climax, Kato hunches down, panting heavily on my neck, and begins pounding harder, his knot slamming against my lower lips with intention, the feeling and knowledge that he's going to knot me has me gasping and panting, unable to finish one moan before the next thrust. Finally, the heat between my legs becomes and inferno, and I reach my climax, crying out in pleasure, locking my legs around Kato's waist, trying to pull him closer, my claws digging into his back and I cling on, riding my climax. Grunting with the effort of trying to knot me, Kato bites down on my neck, not quite drawing blood, but enough to make me cum again as his knot finally spreads me open wide enough to enter with an audible 'pop', locking us together as his warm seed jets directly into my womb. I moan loudly as the warmth fills me, and we grind to a slow halt, Kato finally taking his fangs from my neck to lay a few tired kisses on my cheek and lips. He slowly grinds his crotch against me, his knotted cock moving around inside me, sending spikes of pleasure up my spine to come out my mouth as yet more moans. With a slight chuckle, Kato whispers "Never thought I'd ever tie a pussy. But I'm not complaining." He finishes with another kiss on my lips. "That was amazing...." I pant, kissing him back. "I'm glad you were my first." "It was my pleasure." He replies before rolling over so that we're lying on our sides, sharing two of the pillows. With one hand, he draws the covers back up around our shoulders, before pulling me tightly against his chest and whispering into my ear "Goodnight, Mako." "Goodnight, Kato."