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Do Your Best, Bailey!

She was handsome.

That's an interesting word to use, isn't it? You don't call women 'handsome'. That's decidedly a word used to describe men. Women are usually cute, or beautiful, or sexy, or vivacious. They are not 'handsome'. And yet, right here and right now, there was no better word to describe her than...

Handsome.

He came out from the back with a platter in hand, told to take this burger, fries and bottle of Cold Creek to table number 19. This was the third burger brought to this table, so he thought he'd find some depressed drunk trying to eat his sorrows away.

He did not.

He remembered walking over to a table filled with beastkin. Big burly types too; a male bear, a male horse, and a wolfess a well. Compared to him – a mere human – they all towered like Olympic deities. But it was the one in the center of the table – the one who requested the meal in his hand – that had his eyes so enthralled.

She was a feline of a woman, Tall in height, athletic in stature, cool in allure. She had white fur and short black hair that was styled into a pixie cut. Wearing a white t-shirt, blue jeans, and this leather jacket on her shoulder like some cool biker, she exuded the aura of a bad girl. An aura that was only extended by the black choker around her neck.

The black choker with a heart on it.

When he saw the feline from afar, he remembered his feet sticking to the floor. It was suddenly difficult, if not outright impossible to move forward. His heart was tightening in his chest, and his voice got caught in his throat. For a moment, he thought about asking Johnny or Carl to deliver the meal for him.

But then the cat looked dead ahead at him, pinning him in place with her cool yellow eyes. He was trapped; like a mouse before a daunting predator. And when she saw him there, so wide eyed, so red in the cheeks, and so mesmerized, a grin appeared on her lips. And that grin... her teeth. They weren't like a feline's teeth. Her teeth were wild and jagged; serrated like they belonged to a shark.

And then... this handsome cat... this handsome woman.

She spoke.

“Hey, cutie... that burger belong to me?"

For Bailey? It was love at first sight.

…

“Ah! Ah! Ohh nooooo! No, no, no! Noooo-hoooooh!!!"

This was his best shirt. This was his best shirt! This was his best shirt!!!

AND IT WAS TINY!!!

Blue eyes were as wide as saucers as he looked at the pathetic t-shirt in hand, marveling at how – over night – it could have shrunken three sizes. Perhaps if he reaaaaalllly tried, he could put it on. But if he did that, then he'd look like an idiot in a tiny shirt!

Assuming of course, that the shirt didn't choke him to death first.

Defeat. That was the word that ran through his head on infinite repeat. Defeat. Oh yeah, and 'failure' too. Maybe even 'idiot' for extra credit, mostly because what idiot leaves their best shirt in the family dryer for that long, knowing it has a high chance of shrinking!? Yes, an idiot, that's who!?

Putting it lightly, Bailey was having a bad morning.

Ah, yes, that's his name, right? Bailey Summers. What's the best way to describe Bailey Summers to those who don't know who Bailey Summers is? Well... Bailey Summers is cute. If you ask anyone who knows Bailey to describe him in one word, they'd simply tell you that he is 'cute'.

His silky blond hair that had asymmetrical bangs. His soft, delicate skin that knew no blemishes. His admittedly dainty body that has – unfortunately – garnered more than a few 'praises' from other men. And above all, his clear, blue eyes. Clear blue eyes that were currently starting to water... then tense... then babble, and then--

“AAAAHAHHHHAAAAH!!!"

Bailey wasn't masculine in the least bit. And at the age of 19, he had... what? Two more years to finally hit that fabled growth spurt? Men stop growing at 21, right? What, is he doomed to be 5 foot 4 for the rest of his life? He's not asking for much here! Just six more inches! Please? He'd take 5'10!

Ghhhgg...

If you live in Document City, head down to the center sometime. There you'll find a bar right on corner of Bruce Street and Willis Road, one by the name of Jurgen's. It's a rather popular spot for people to eat at, drink at, sing at on karaoke night... even though everyone is usually too drunk to stand on karaoke night, let along sing, but that's besides the point.

But as of late, there's been a new worker there. You see him in his little white smock, his blond hair tied back, and his eyes wide. He often appears from the back, carrying any number of trays with foods and drinks on them, and bounces around between tables with the grace befitting an angel. He was kind an outgoing, and often times turned heads as easily as a model on a runway. Didn't matter if you were male or female; it was hard not to be attracted to the cute, sprightly, admittedly androgynous young man who was just doing his job.

And right now, that cute, sprightly, admittedly androgynous young man... was on the verge of tears as he cradled his favorite shirt clothes.

“Oh man!!!" he cried, “What did I do to deserve this!? Aaaahhhaaa!!!"

Well... it wasn't too bad. At least the laundromat was empty at this time of day, meaning no one was around to hear him babble like a baby. Well... that is until he leaned up and looked over, seeing a woman stare back at him with a barely restrained smile on her lips. Ah damn...

Well... there goes any credibility he had left. Ugh...

A basket in hand filled with clothes, bed sheets and even pillow sleeves, Bailey carried his things (including the shrunken shirt) with him back out of the laundromat. Just across the street was his apartment – Millside Apartments – and he lived a few rooms up. Returning to his paltry home, he dropped his basket of clothes on the couch, fell on his knees, and--

Whump!

Threw himself face first into his clothing.

His things were warm and smelled so good, but even when surrounded by the heat of sweet-smelling socks, the young blond still felt dismal and small. If he was messing up this early in the day, then how were thing going to progress through the rest of it? Some would see the shrinking of his shirt as nothing more than bad luck. Bailey saw it as an omen.

But as he slowly pulled back and began folding up his clothes neatly, one has to wonder what is it that has the young man so flustered today. He's only twenty (even though his looks may confuse you for someone younger), and it's not like his college classes are being an issue for him... probably because its the summer, and he has no classes at the moment! But, no, that's not it either. It's...

It's...

Today was June 10th, and for the first time in a long time – since high school no less – Bailey had a date. It took him a while to even muster up the courage to ask her out, and he was sure he botched it with his shivering, twitching, and embarrassed delivery. But even now – a week after asking – he couldn't believe that she said yes.

Or, well, more accurately, she said 'Sure. Why not?'

Some would find her statement belittling and dismissive. Bailey found it so cool and heart-pounding. The look in her yellow eyes, the smirk on her face, the coy stance of her body; the feline had this effortlessness that made everything about her so charming. And when she drove her hand through her black hair, tossing it up, the handsome feline shot him a wink that even now made his heart stop.

Handsome... ah... that word bounced around in his skull like a ball. Handsome. Never had a word been so strongly tied to a person before.

But when Bailey looked at himself in the mirror – such as right now as he returned to his bedroom – he did not see someone he'd call 'handsome'. It's kinda hard to be called that when people often times mistake you for a cute girl. Seriously, if Jergen's slapped him in a skirt, he'd lose whatever shred of masculinity he had left!

That is if he still had any masculinity left in him... ughhh!

But for now, he had to focus on getting ready for that date. He had everything planned out, having thought about it for the week leading up to this moment! They'd meet at the station right outside Principal Park, and take a metro to the south side of Document City where they'll eat at a really nice restaurant he made a reservation at.

Assuming he didn't somehow mess that up too.

But how was he going to put his best foot forward when he messed up his best shirt!? It was the light blue one; it would have gone well with his jacket, and his jeans, and everything! Okay, yes, he'll admit it may make him look too blue, but he'd rather look too blue than too basic!

Was he overthinking this? Yes. Did he know he was overthinking this? No.

“Gaaaah! I'm losing my mind!" Bailey cried out as he fell back on his bed, his blue eyes looking up to the ceiling overhead, “Ugghghghghgh... jeeze... why am I being so stupid about this? This should be simple... aahh..."

Again, he reaaaalllly wasn't doing well to disprove people's thoughts that he wasn't manly. Yeah, that word; it's haunted him for years, really. He came from a family that – admittedly – didn't have as much testosterone than was needed. Hell, it seemed like his voice absolutely refused to drop, much to his chagrin over the years.

And now here he was, struggling to keep his mind straight at the thought of going on a date. Sure, he could blame these thoughts on societal norms or whatever, but that doesn't change the fact that – on some level – he wanted to be seen as strong and reliable. Ya'know, like a man should be! His father wasn't the first person you'd call 'manly' when it came to appearance either, but no one in Bailey's life represented the words 'strong', and 'reliable' more than his old man!

On the other hand, he could barely keep his mind straight at the thought of going on a date. It wasn't even for a few hours, yet he was thinking about the hundreds, if not thousands of ways this could all go wrong!

Once again, he really wasn't doing a good job of proving his masculinity.

But no matter how terrible things were already going this early in the morning, he wasn't going to chicken out on this date. So easily he could call her up and cancel the date, but why the hell would he do that? This may be the only shot he had; the one in a thousand! A million! He'd be at that date, even if he looked goofy as fuck!

Though he'd prefer to not look goofy as fuck.

He was jumping through all of these hoops, blowing this big of a gasket... and his date wasn't even for another seven hours. What time was it? Only ten minutes past 10 AM? And he wasn't supposed to meet his date until 6 PM? He wondered if anyone else had this big a problem when planning dates. He also wondered if she was also in this much of a tizzy thinking about their date.

Knowing her? No. She was probably expecting this to be just another lame date with some punk kid who got too big for his britches. On one hand it made Bailey feel even lesser. On the other hand, he was smart enough to know he was just psyching himself out.

Focus, Bailey, focus! He had a long, empty day before him up until the night. That's plenty of time to freak himself out later on! Right now, he spread out an outfit for him to wear. A white button up shirt, blue jeans, his favorite white and blue jacket; all of the usual stuff. But as he laid it out on his bed and stared at it all, he had to wonder... was this good enough?

His date was cool. This? This wasn't cool. This was downright simple. But when he looked at his spread of clothes, there were a lot of button up and simple jeans! Despite his feminine looks, he was no fashionista! Everything would look plain on a guy like him!

But hey, he had what he had. So off went his shirt and jeans, and on came... this slightly better button up shirt and slightly better jeans. His sneakers on his feet too, Bailey looked at himself in the mirror, staring at his face as it began to quiver with disbelief. Seriously, was he just trying to make himself look like a pathetic dolt?

When he closed his eyes, he imagined her there; that handsome feline who had his hert. He could perfectly envision her yellow eyes, running up and down his body in an incredulous manner. She'd probably ignore him outright, and just turn around to go home. Or maybe she'd dismiss him after seeing that he was less than worthy of dating a woman like her.

Both thoughts terrified him... but Bailey was nothing if not hardheaded. As scared as he was of the prospect of this date being a bust, that wouldn't stop him from actually going to said date. He dressed himself up, combed his hair a few times, ate a sandwich... and then he waited.

And waited.

Aaaaaaaannnnnnnddddddddd... waited...

Bailey usually wasn't this tense. He usually was out and about on a day off from work like this. He could have gone down to buy some clothes for him (especially now that he's shrunken a shirt, but that's besides the point), or he could have met up with some friends to hang out, maybe even gone down to the park to just enjoy his day. But, no; he was glued to his couch, waiting for the time to tick by. All the while, his mind continued going over the ways this date could fall into ruin.

He wasn't usually like this, promise! He was usually bright and beaming; the kind of person who had a lot of self-esteem, even if he wouldn't mind a bit more muscle mass. But right now with his date looming over, Bailey's mind was dominated with thoughts of the handsome feline. Her looming height, her yellow eyes, her handsome features.

He could imagine her pinning him to the wall like some sort of greaser straight out of an old movie flick... which in turn made Bailey cock his head. Not really doing those rumors of him lacking masculinity any favors when he thought of himself like some blushing girl being hit on. Huughghgh...

Knock! Knock! Knock!

“Aah! C-coming!"

Knocks? At his door? And... why did his voice get so loud? Aaaahhh! N-no! No! Nooo! Focus, Bailey, focus! Haaah! She didn't even know where he lived, so it's not like it could be his date. Someone was knocking at his door... maybe the mailman? No, that didn't sound likely either. Well... who could it be?

“Hey Bailey! You in there?" a voice echoed through the door, “I think you dropped something!"

“Huh? Theo...?" he replied, “Huh! C-coming!"

Quickly rushing to his door, Bailey opened it, revealing a man on the other end, one with a fade top hair, a darker skin complexion, a bit of stubble on his chin, and a somewhat grouchy look in his brown eyes. His name was Theodore Moore, and he was a neighbor of Bailey's. And in his hands were pants. Pants that wouldn't look out of place on a girl. Pants that most certainly did belong to a certain blond young man.

“Aah! M-my pants!" Bailey said as he tensed up, causing his neighbor to sigh.

“Yup, they're yours," Theo muttered as he gently handed it to him, “Nina was right. She said she saw you heading to the laundromat earlier, so when we found these pants, she pegged them as yours."

“S-sorry, Theo! R-really!" said Bailey, a beaming smile on hi face whilst hugging his pants close, “I was in such a rush to get back to my apartment, that I must have dropped these. Thanks! There's not many pants that are in my size, really. Well... not good ones."

“Hmph... hey... don't mention it," Theo said as he waved his hand, “Just pay attention next time. Alright, see ya around, Bailey."

“Oh! Wait, Theo, can I talk to you for a moment?"

“Hm? Sure, what's up?"

“Uh... like... you're always hanging out with all those girls, right? Mind me asking... like..." he blushed as he looked down, “Cuz... I have a date later today, and I'm kinda afraid of messing it up. Are their... any tips you can give me? You're like a Casanova in Millside!"

“I'm not a Casa... gghh..." Theo muttered, his head shaking, “Hh... look, Bailey, I don't think there's anything I can tell you that can help. Honestly, those girls I'm hanging out with practically forced themselves on me... but..." he smiled at him, “But I'm happy to hear you have a date. That's good for you!"

“Yeah but... uh..." Bailey shook his head, “I keep... scaring myself, honestly. I'm sweating bullets in my apartment, worried that I'll mess things up."

“Aaah... I see... first date jitters, eh? Heh heh! Reminds me of high school," Theo said as he rubbed his chin, a smile appearing on his lips, “Ah! But..." he tensed up, “Tell ya what, Bailey, the best advice I can give you, is the same advice my dad gave me years ago; just be yourself. I know, I know... sounds generic as all hell... but..." he shrugged his shoulders as he began walking backwards, “It honestly works. People like honesty, and if you landed a date, I'm sure whoever you're going out with likes you on some level."

“Likes me on... some level?" Bailey repeated.

With Theodore walking away, the blond stood there, trying to figure out what about him was so likable. He couldn't see anything about him that anyone else would like. He wasn't super manly or anything like that, instead being more cute. And these clear features as well... haaah! The handsome feline was hanging out with such strong beastkin: a bear, a horse, and a wolfess! People who could easily drown Bailey in their shadows. He was just a small human; what was so likable about him?

Oh nooooo! He was doing it again! He was psyching himself out again! But, no... he instead thought about what Theodore just told him. He had to be himself. For as cliché as that sounds – and is – it was true to some degree. If he was himself, then things wouldn't be so bad. That's the least he could do.

“Haaah... okay... well..." he stepped back into his home.

…

Well, here he was: Principal Station, the metro station located right outside Document City's central park. Even at this time of day – that being around six o'clock – the station was busy with people walking left and right. There were a lot of business men and women, some heading home, some going to work for night shifts. And among them, standing right outside its entrance, was Bailey.

He stood outside, gazing at all the people walking left and right, his hands curled in a hesitant and even apprehensive manner. He was supposed to meet his date here, right at the station, but as he looked around, he didn't see her. There were a lot of people here, walking left and right, so maybe she got drowned out by all the people... but no. She stood out from all the rest. That white fur, those yellow eyes, her tall height, and handsome features. From clothes alone she'd stand out from all business suit around hee.

So... where was she? She should have been here by now, right? They planned to meet at the station a six o'clock, and... well... it was six o'clock! Aaaaah! No, no, no! He was doing it again, he knew it! His anxieties were getting the best of him!

But he wasn't at home anymore; he was here, and the time of their meeting was winding thin. But as minutes passed on into minutes and he looked around, he saw only more businessmen and women. By now, it was 6:30; well past the time where he should have met his date. Which means...

“Oh no..."

Had she decided not to met up with him? Was he stood up? Were all of his fears confirmed?

Looking around in a circular manner one more time, Bailey couldn't see the feline in question. It would have been even easier now to see her, because the crowds of people had long since dispersed. And yet... no handsome feline.

Palming his face, Bailey shook his head in a defeated manner, his teeth grinding against one another. All of his fears were confirmed; he had come out here and made him out to be a fool. Sure, no one else knew he was embarrassing himself being stood up on a date like this, but he knew. And really, him knowing was the worse person to know of them all.

He thought about heading to his reservation anyway. After all, he paid for that spot; he could at least eat there. But his heart just wasn't in it. He was going to head home, grab himself a tub of ice cream, and eat it while watching terrible romance movies.

Man... he really is a girl... ughh...

Pulling up on the hoodie on his head to help conceal his face, Bailey took a step back. And then another step back. And another step back. Then he finally turned around, walked forward, and--

Pat...

He accidentally ran into someone.

“Hmph? S-sorry," he apologized before stepping back, and...

Bailey looked up. His blue eyes grew wide.

It was her. The same white pelt. The same black pixie cut hairdo. The same yellow eyes. The same sharp teeth. The same handsome features. The same coy face.

“Hey, cutie," she said, her tone making his heart race, “This date belong to me?"

And her name left his lips.

“Tanner..."

…

Two hours earlier...

“Dammit Heidi... where the fuck are my panties at?"

“Check your damn bin, you cat. I don't steal your panties..."

Her name was Tanner Wynn, though everyone just called her 'Tan' for short. A tall feline, she typically loomed over her peers when it came to vertical height as well. And yet she was still so slender as befitting her species. Also befitting her species, her more than athletic build. Not wide and boxy, but instead slender and graceful, with toned arms and legs, and a narrow waistline.

Her chest wasn't anything to shake a stick at either.

Her black hair was almost always in a pixie cut, one that was curly in some areas – such as her bangs – and spiky in others – such as the top and the back. Not the shortest pixie cut however, especially with how messy said bangs were, that typically hung over her face and forced her to brush them aside. To some – Tanner included – it would look messy. To others, it looked oh so cool.

And the cool allure extended to the rest of her body. The white sheen of her ivory fur which could reflect the moon's rays, and of course, her tight, powerful, yellow, feline eyes. Eyes that were always slant and sharp, as if always on the prowl for something.

If you saw her from afar with her cool looks and boyish features, you'd be forgiven for mistaking her as a slender, feminine-looking young man. And if you did make that mistake, she'd fold you like yesterday's laundry. Hey, this toned build of hers isn't just for show!

She emerged from a doorway, wearing nothing but a shirt and panties, her yellow eyes leering sharply across the room towards the blonde raccoon on the couch. Another young woman, one with a far snarkier, far more annoyed look in her green eyes. She laid on their couch, wearing a simple shirt and boy shorts, whilst hugging her phone close to her face. Unfazed would be the best way to describe her, as if she was annoyed by the taller, more athletically-inclined feline leaning on the doorway.

“I swear to fuck, Heidi, if I go into your room and find my panties on your fucking bed again, I'll claw your eyes out," snarled the feline, to which the raccoon raised up.

“Fuck off, Tan. Why the hell are you so wired right now anyway?" her roommate – Heidi – said, “You just got off from work. What? You need your shower or something?"

“I do need a shower..." said Tanner as she checked herself over, only for her tail and ears to perk up, “But that's besides the point, Heidi! I don't have time to keep messing around here! I have a date later today, so the last thing I need is for you to start stealing my panties again! Work was tiring enough for me today..."

“What? A date? That's all?" the blonde raccoon said with a dismissive wave of her hand, “And here I thought you had some more important shit going on..."

“It is important, you ass!" Tanner growled, her fist shaking, “I'd rather like it if I didn't fuck things up on my date!"

“Why? You go on them so often..."

“The hell did you just say!?"

“Well I'm being honest," Heidi muttered as she averted her eyes, “You're always going out on dates with guys. So... what makes this any different?" Whap! “Ah!?"

“Fuck you, Heidi! I ain't no slut!" Tanner shouted after throwing a pillow in her face, “Now I'm gonna take a shower. When I get out of it, my panties better be on my fucking bed, got it! Rrggh!"

Dismissively waving her hand, Tanner turned around and reentered the hall behind her, heading towards their apartment's bathroom. Entering inside, she could still be heard groaning in annoyance as she headed for the shower stall and removed her clothes. Bit by bit... which honestly wasn't much considering how lightly she was already dressed.

Spriiiitttzzzz!!!

The sound of water rushing was enough to make Tanner sigh and relax. Standing naked before her shower stall, she waited until steam started tickling her nose before she finally got inside.

“Aaaahhh..."

A blissful sigh left Tanner's lips as the water's fell upon her body, caressing ivory fur and making it shine. Already she could feel the day's events being cleaned from her body and fur, relaxing her further. Office chairs, office building, computer screens, oh god the computer screens, and that's not getting into the casual stupidity going on around her. If she heard one more misogynistic comment from Carl, or heard one more moronic diatribe from Angelique, she was going to go fucking postal!

…

…

…

Okay, maybe that was a bit too far.

Still, working for upwards of nine or so hours is enough to drain anyone. Multiply that number by five, and you have a solid, soul-sucking work week. She was only 22, yet they were working her like she was 40.

Ugh!

But the shower quelled Tanner, calmed her. Smiling as she brushed soaps into her hair and fur, the feline pushed back thoughts of work, and instead replaced them with the date she was about to go out on.

The young man who asked her out... heh... he was so short and so cute, one would confuse him for being a teenage... maybe even a really tall child. To think he was only younger than her by two years.

Just thinking about it made her chuckle. This cute, delicate young boy was only two years younger than her. And somehow – despite trembling with cheeks as red as a tomato – he mustered up enough courage to ask her out. Even Tanner couldn't believe she said 'yes'.

Oh, sorry. Not 'yes', but instead...

Sure. Why not?

Too be honest, she was a little tipsy. After the amount of Cold Creeks she downed at night, her mental fortitude was lacking! He also sprang the question on her suddenly right as she was about to head home for the night. One could – and perhaps would – misconstrue his antics as someone trying to pick up a drunk chick for a night of fun. But when she saw him stammer and blush and struggle to even form the words, how was she supposed to turn him down?

Cute kid... heh... hm... his silky blond hair with those asymmetrical bangs... his soft, delicate skin that she wanted to feel her hands against... his admittedly dainty body with that thin waist. Heh...

“Hmm... Bailey... heh..." Tanner whispered in the shower.

She had seen him plenty of times going to Jurgen's. Hell, even before she met him, she was aware of him! Jurgen's was a somewhat mean and surly place, one with a reputation for being a gathering for so-called tough guys. So when he started working there – this short, delicate human male who honestly looked like a girl – he started turning heads and spinning the rumor mill rather quickly. Even Tanner – someone who didn't go to Jurgen's that often – had heard of the cute human waiter who was always zipping around to help people.

For a guy like Bailey, it no doubt took all of the courage he had to ask her out, regardless of if she had any drinks. He was probably tearing himself up as he worked up the nerve to speak to her. A kid like him probably saw her as some big, scary predator. But – somehow – he did it. He asked her out.

Bailey wasn't like any guy Tanner's dated in the past. Typically, her type were beastkin for the most part; not humans. And they certainly weren't as short as he was. But never once had she seen a boy's eyes light up when they looked at her, at least, not in quite the same way. He didn't look at her with eyes of lust, no...

He stared at her in awe. Like she was a shooting star darting through the heavens. Heh... okay... maybe that's a bit melodramatic, but even now, Tanner could perfectly envision Bailey's gaze when he stared up at him. He may mentally lack confidence, but his spirit certainly didn't.

Did that make sense?

“Huh...? Oh! Shit! Fuck! I actually have to go to the date!" Tanner cried as reality struck her.

She had no idea how long she spent in the shower, but she knew that a shower after her shift, meant that she'd be late to her date! Quickly washing off all the soaps and suds, Tanner turned her shower off, quickly dried off with her towel, then rushed out of bathroom, through the hall, and straight to her bedroom. Slamming the door shut behind her, she dropped her towel form her body, looked at her bed, and...

“Figures... thieving fucking raccoon..."

Yup... there were her lace panties. Her lucky panties. She'll throttle Heidi later; she had a date to get to.

…

“Hey, cutie. This date belong to me?"

“Tanner..."

All around him, it was like the world ceased mattering. Bailey's blue eyes grew wide at the sight of the feline behind him. Her ivory fur which glowed, her boyish black hair that spiked and curled about. The yellow eyes which pierced his very being. And of course, the grin on her face that showed her jagged teeth.

The handsome feline stood in complete opposition to those around her. She wasn't wearing some business suit or the like, but instead wore her black leather jacket, this red crop top shirt beneath it that flaunted her midriff, and matching black jeans that hugged her waist. There was this cool biker chain that wrapped from one of her belt loops to her back pocket that hung off her hip, and of course, she had that black choker around her neck.

Bailey's legs felt like jello when he stared upon Tanner. He had just given up hope on her ever arriving... and yet, here she was! Standing before him... smiling at him. His heart quickened, then slowed in a manner that would alarm a doctor. But that didn't stop his feet from moving forward... closer... closer... closer...

He wanted to hug her in all honesty, but even he knew that was hasty.

“Tanner... you came," he said, the reassurance in his tone not going by unnoticed.

“What? Did you think I was gonna stand you up? What kinda girl do you take me for?" she asked, her cool, deep voice ringing in his ear.

“No, I didn't mean it like... um..." Bailey's head dropped, his eyes closed, “I mean it like... like..." then he stared back up, his smile wide and face beaming, “I guess I'm just happy you're here! I... I uh... heh! I hope you're ready for an unforgettable evening!"

“Unforgettable evening, eh? With words like that, you'd better deliver!"

Her tone lifted Bailey's spirits... even though he had to mentally gag at his choice of words. 'Unforgettable evening'? Who even talks like that anymore! He should have said something else, like... praise her appearance! But when he tried to praise her appearance, what he said was,

“You look handsome..."

Bailey's eyes grew wide the moment that word left his lips. Tanner meanwhile tensed up, her ears and tail all standing on end.

“'Handsome'?" she repeated, “Huh... I've never been called 'handsome' before..."

“Ghnngh! S-sorry!" Bailey apologized, “I shouldn't have... said 'handsome'. I should have said 'beautiful', or something like that!"

“No no... no... no... heh... heh heh..." Tanner chuckled, her yellow eyes glowing, “I actually rather... like it. Heh... thanks, cutie. I'm happy you find me 'handsome'. Heh heh heh! Alright then, I'm sorry for being late. I figured you had things planned, right?"

“Huh? Oh! Right! I do!" Bailey said a he tensed up, “W-we need to go! Right away! We have to take the Z-Line Metro to the south side of the city. I have a reservation at a restaurant there. It's a place called--"

“Agnea's Bistro?" Tanner said, causing Bailey's mouth to drop.

“Uh... y-yeah... Agnea's Bistro... you've... heard of it?" he asked, causing the feline to chuckle in a sheepish manner.

“Sorry, cutie. I've eaten there before. In fact, I had a date there just last week."

“Just last... week...?" Bailey repeated, his face growing pale.

“Ah! But don't worry! The last guy I went with was a total jackass," Tanner said as she stepped forward, her arm grabbing upon his as she began tugging him along, “Come on, we're late as is! Let's get going! Agnea's is a pretty good place to eat!"

“Uh... y-yeah..."

Bailey's mind was a mess. She's eaten there? And just last week no less!? He heard that getting a reservation at Agnea's Bistro was a difficult, but here was Tanner having eaten there not too long ago! And on a date too! Sure, she claimed that her previous date was a jackass, but that didn't make Bailey feel any better!

Tanner was way out of his league! He was a babbling babe, while she was a handsome cat; where did he get off asking her out on a date!? Of course she'd have multiple men vying for her attentions! No less many of them were strong and strapping beastkin; like lions or bulls! Not tiny humans!

Aaaaahhh!!!

And yet... no matter how scared or apprehensive he was, his feet never stopped. He followed along with Tanner, who suddenly seemed like the leader in this date. Getting on the Z-Line Metro, they had no choice but to stay near the entrance, because even at this time of night, the metro was still packed. Stuffy businessmen and women, other young adults just enjoying their evening, even a few families, were all in this compact metro train, riding along.

There was just one little problem with this. The train was packed... but more people were getting on board.

And more people.

And more people!

And before Bailey knew it...

“Hmph?"

His back was pressed to the wall, pinned in place with nowhere to go. And in front of him was Tanner. The tall, handsome feline was facing him, her arms on his shoulders, her yellow eyes looking around to the people all around them. Bailey did likewise... that is, until he looked forward again and...

Ah...

Tanner was tall. The difference in height caused Bailey to come face to face with the feline's chest. When he looked forward, he accidentally got an eyeful of her breasts. Not too problematic, right? He'll just look way! Yeah, focus on her face, right?

Well...

“Mmph!"

“Ngnghh!!!"

More people got on board behind, forcing Tanner forward. And when Tanner was forced forward, Bailey's head ran right into her breasts.

Her firm...

Warm...

Cushiony...

Breasts...

Bailey's face turned beat red as his face was pressed up against Tanner's breasts. He tried moving away, but that only caused his head to tap against the wall behind him. There was nowhere for him to go; it was either Tanner's bust, or bust.

Heh... uhhh...

He'd laugh at his own mental joke, but there wasn't much he could do right now in this situation. He also didn't want to give Tanner the wrong idea if he started laughing as he nuzzled her breasts. Even if her breasts were felt sooooo good to snuggle against. N-no... he needed to have better resolve than this!

With a bit of wiggling, Bailey pulled his face from Tanner's breasts. Resting his chin upon her, he stared up to her face, reading the lax, indifferent expression she wore. The indifferent expression... that morphed into a warm smile as their eyes met.

“Sorry," she apologized, reading the red blush on his face, “I can see you're uncomfortable, but... the train's packed, so there's not much I can really do."

“I-it's fine... promise," Bailey said as he put on a reassuring grin, “If it's with you, well... I can imagine worse places to be. Heh... um..."

“Feh... heh heh... feh!"

“Hm? What's so funny?"

“Nothing, Bailey, nothing," she answered as her hand gently stroked down his silky locks, “I just find the situation we're in a bit funny, is all, Sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable. But, hey..." she smiled, “We'll be arriving at our destination soon, right? It's just three stops down, so bare with it a little bit longer."

“Y-yeah..."

“Feh... well... while we're here," Tanner snuggled him closer, “Why not tell me about yourself, Bailey? We might be passing some steps – typically talking is saved for dinner – but it's not like we have anything better to do right now."

“N-no! No, we can talk now," Bailey said, a warm smile appearing on his face, “Uh... though... heh..." then he grinned in a hapless manner, an expression that warmed Tanner's heart, “I'm not too good at talking, I admit."

“Feh? Really? A cute boy like you isn't too good at talking?" said the feline in a teasing manner, “I find that hard to believe! I bet you have tons of little stories to tell about your antics... buuuuuut... fine; I'll start. Let's see... uh... oh! I know! I work at this boring desk job for the city's parks and recreational centers. Feh! If you notice a new gazebo, or maybe a knew basketball court, or maybe even a knew pool, there' a chance that it came across my desk."

“R-really? You work in parks and rec? Ah! That's so cool!"

The face he made could brighten up the room. The wide smile, the glowing, sparkling eyes, the beaming face of it all. Seeing it made Tanner's heart quicken, and her once cool smile grow flustered.

What the hell just happened? She felt this pang when she saw Bailey smile; a feeling that no one's ever made her feel before. She wanted to see that cute, charming, beaming smile some more.

Ah...

But it faded quickly. Bailey went from smiling and gleeful, to wide-eyed and blushing. Embarrassed, he ran over in his mind what he just said. 'That's so cool'? Who the hell talks like that at his age!? He's 20, not 10! Just thinking about it caused his face to grow long and his blush to increase, feeling so embarrassed... but Tanner-

“Feh! Feh heh! Feh heh heh!" she laughed, “Feh heh heh heh heh! Yeah! Yeah! Feh! Yeah, I guess it is pretty cool, huh? Feh heh...!" calming down, she again pulled him close to her chest, “How about you, hm? How'd a cutie like you get a job at a place like Jurgen's? Ain'tcha a bit too young to be workin' at a bar?"

“Technically, Jurgen's is a restaurant, not a bar," Bailey replied in a practiced manner, a snarky smirk on his lips, “If you look up pubs and bars in Document City, it won't show up. Heh! You can call it the Jurgen's specialty. You don't have to pay extra taxes for things like wine and alcohol, if you're technically not a bar! As for how I go there..." blushing again, he gave her a sheepish grin, “Pure nepotism. Jurgen's – that is the actual man who runs and owns the bar – is my father's friend! When I moved out of my house for college, he set me up with a job there so that I can pay for my apartment. I really can't thank him enough for it."

“Ah... you're going to college?" Tanner asked, an eyebrow raised, “Hmm... what for?"

“Uh... medicine, technically," Bailey replied with a hapless smile, “But uh... more specifically, I'm trying to become a pediatrician."

“Pediatrician..." the ivory feline muttered, “That means... ah! Oh! You're trying to help children in the future, huh? Feh! That's so... noble of you, Bailey. Feh heh heh! And also totally not what I expected of you!"

“Hm? Well... what did you expect me to be?"

“Hmmm... good question..." Tanner muttered in a thoughtful manner, her yellow eyes tightening in around him as her charming smile shifted into a teasing smirk, “Let's see... you're small... oh... and you're so very cute too!"

“H-hey! I'm not that cute!"

“Feh heh heh! Hm... and you're a bit of a shy one, aintcha? Hmm... and..." her fingers stroked along his head, “Such soft, silky hair... hmm... if I were to give you a career... I'd think of something... flamboyant."

“F-flamboyant? Wh-what does that mean?"

“Liiiiiiikkeeee... mayyybeeee... ah-ha! You would make the world's cutest fashion designer!"

“What? Me? A fashion designer!" he replied, before sticking his tongue out in disgust, “I-I don't think so! I don't even know the first thing about style and fashion! Certainly not enough to tell other people how to dress!"

“Hmm... I wouldn't say that," Tanner replied as she tugged on his jacket, “You look really cute in this blue hoodie of yours. And that uniform you wear at Jurgen's? Feh heh heh! It's easy to see why everyone's always talking about the cute waiter who's delivering their food. Though... I guess that's not really fashion skills, but instead more your physical attraction."

“Physical attraction? I uh... um..."

Bailey looked down, and even though he was gazing directly at Tanner's chest, his mind was elsewhere. She though of him as being physically attractive? Oh, that made him feel so good on the inside. Even the fact that Tanner called him 'cute' or 'cutie', didn't chafe at him. It felt... nice when this handsome feline praised his appearance.

“Thanks... Tanner..." he said, blushing bashfully at her.

“Feh... don't mention it," she replied, her hands drawing him in close.

They grew silent then, with yellow eyes resting on blue as the train continued rolling upon its tracks. Bailey's face had grown so warm with his timid smile, an image that stuck itself in Tanner's mind. Raising her hand, she gently toyed with the silky locks of his blond hair, occasionally giggling at him.

He was like a... mouse. Does that make any sense? She knows mice – she's friends with many of them – but this cute little human felt more mouse-like than all of them. If she didn't hold him down, she had no doubts that he'd scurry right out of her hold.

She wouldn't let that happen.

Ding! Now arriving at Wayne Station! Now Arriving at Wayne Station.

“Ah... that's our stop, isn't it?" Tanner said as she looked up, “Agnea's Bistro is close by, so let's get a move on, cutie."

“Yeah. Let's go."

His voice had a stronger sense of confidence within it, one that tickled Tanner's ears. Where had that come from? Bailey didn't look anymore boisterous than usual, but he did try to carry himself with a greater sense of resolve. Maybe he had finally gotten use to her presence now that this date was underway. Or maybe their conversation helped relax him. Regardless, she was going to teach him one thing about her personally.

Tanner was a very physical woman.

When the doors to the metro opened and the people began walking out, Tanner quickly grabbed Bailey's arm into her own. He may have been the man in the situation – this may have even been his date – but it was she who was tugging him along, holding him close and taking lead point. At first, Bailey stumbled; he wasn't used to being pulled around like this. But when he looked up towards Tanner's smiling face, and the cool glint in her handsome, yellow eyes, he felt calmed... quelled even.

The ivory feline's presence felt so strong and stout, yet still so gracefully feminine. Walking with her was like walking with a model... or walking with an idol. A tomboy, handsome, cool, idol. This was a date, right? And they still had to walk over to Agnea's Bistro, right? Soooooooo... why not use this time to talk more?

“So... parks and rec, huh?" Bailey said, “Are you looking to get into government? If I may be so bold, if you think me being a pediatrician is weird, then you being apart of parks and rec is even weirder!"

“Feh? You think so?" Tanner replied as she brushed some hair from her face, “Well... I'll have you know that nepotism isn't just a human thing! I got into this job thank to some strings my Pops pulled for me. He's an ex-sergeant. I... come from a military family."

“You... do...?" Bailey asked, to which she nodded, “Well... that certainly explains your bo--"

He stopped, his eyes widening. But he said too much; Tanner already caught on. Shooting him a wry grin, she jabbed her elbow softly into his side.

“It explains, what, Bailey? It explains what?" she asked, her knowing tone digging into his brain, “It explains my... bo-- what? My... body?"

“Eeeehh! I used the wrong word!" he said defensively, “M-maybe I should have said... it explains your figure! Or your... form? Y-yeah! It explains your form!" he looked back at her, his head turning up to drink in her image from face to toe, “You're... very tall, Tanner. And... I have to say..." he brought his eyes down to her arm, “You're... your very strong too. I-I know you haven't done anything yet but... I can tell. You look like someone who ran track in high school."

“Eh... not me," she said as she shook her head, “I was in ROTC though. Remember; military family! Feh! Buuuuuuut..." she nudged him again, “Thanks for the praise, cutie. Feels nice to called strong. Certainly beats someone saying 'Hey, nice rack!'" Feh heh heh!"

“W-well... I..."

To be honest... she did have a nice rack. Having just been snuggled against it for twenty or so minutes in the metro, he could say he was acquainted with it enough. But of course, he wouldn't say it straight to her face.

Though...

Her face...

Again, Tanner was looking at him in a knowing manner. Her lips were in a smirk, and her yellow eyes were leering at him, as if to say 'I do have a nice rack'. Just thinking about it made him blush, and that blush made Tanner laugh, though she thankfully didn't press the issue.

Together, they continued walking down the street, the clouds overhead starting to turn a misty, gray color. Neither side noticed however, being far too focused on the one they were with. Bailey felt this certain thrill in the way Tanner held his arm close, clutching him near. The same was true for the feline, whose tail sprung up whenever she saw one of his bright, expressive faces.

Yes, that's the best way to describe Bailey; he was expressive. When he smiled, he smiled. When he blushed, he blushed. When he felt embarrassed, he felt embarrassed! These faces made it easy to gleam into his inner self. He wasn't trying to hide anything, wasn't trying to play cool, wasn't trying to be coy; he was blatantly honest with how he felt.

Almost too honest, some would say. Tanner could see how his facial expressions could be annoying. But to her? No... it was just so... cute.

“Ah! We're here!" Bailey suddenly announced as they came to a halt.

“Hm?"

Agnea's Bistro was a very popular restaurant in Document City, one that – despite its name – sold Italian food instead of French meals. And, yes, it is annoying to the few French natives who live in Document. The restaurant had a very opulent and elegant design, one that brought to mind thoughts of Roman Emperors and Greek gods.

And befitting of such regency, Agnea's Bistro was almost always backed up. Not anything major mind you – it's not like you need to call in a reservation a year or so in advance – but you do need to make it known that you'll be arriving sometime in a week, maybe more.

Shortly after successfully asking Tanner out, Bailey put in a reservation at Agnea's Bistro. Thank the heavens they handle most everything through the internet these days; he didn't know if he had enough willpower to call in a reservation with how fast his heart was beating at the time.

Entering inside the restaurant, there was a group of people sitting and talking about within its main lobby: others who were on dates, groups here for business dinners, even some families. Agnea's Bistro continued with the Greco-Roman atmosphere, with its marble-looking columns, and soft wood furnishes. Even the walls had Greek gods emblazoned upon their surface, mostly of Dionysus; the god of wine.

For obvious reasons.

The air smelled of lovely meals which tickled Bailey's nose; further adding to the grandiose feeling of the restaurant. Tanner however had experienced this all before with previous dates. Heh, she remembered the last date she came here, it was with an arrogant canine, one who was enamored with his own voice and status. To say she had a rather poor time that evening would be an understatement. Still, the food was goo.

By comparison, there was this almost child-like fascination with Bailey. He had clearly never been here before, having only known of this place through hearsay and online reviews. The excitement that funneled through him was not only infectious to Tanner, but charming as well.

This cute, little idiot.

“Um... Bailey?"

“Huh?"

“Shouldn't we get seated?"

“Huh? Oh! Right! Heh heh!" he rubbed the back of his head, “Riiiight... um... let me go and get our seats!"

He smiled at her, his body twisting in a way that seemed to flaunt his thin waistline while he walked towards the receptionist, an attribute that made Tanner blush. Bailey was a boy, right? And not just some androgynous girl? No, even calling him androgynous seemed too extreme; he had to have more masculine features to be considered 'androgynous'. If he wore a dress, it would be impossible to differentiate him from a cute girl!

Hmm... dresses...

“Hello ma'am!" said Bailey as he came to the head counter, “I'm here for a reservation? Summer, party of two."

“Summer? Party for two?" repeated the woman at the counter, “For what time?"

7 o'clock. Uh... I hope we're not too late!"

“Summer, party of two, at 7 o'clock. Let's see here..." muttered the receptionist as she clicked away at her computer screen, “Summer... party of two... Summer... party of two. Summer... party of... twooo... ah! Here it is! Summer, party of two!"

“Great, where are we si--"

“For next month!"

“... What...?"

“Yes! You do have a reservation! Summer, party of two! But its for next month," she turned around her computer screen, showing it to him, “See? Right here!"

“Uuuhhh..."

Bailey's eyes grew twice as wide as he stared at the computer's surface. There staring him back in the eyes was a list of names and numbers on a calendar. And right there – highlighted in blue – was the date July 10th; exactly one month from today.

Oh no...

Oh no no no no no no no no no no!

OH NO!!!

Somehow, in his excitement and hastiness, he foolishly reserved a date that was one month away! Today was June 10th! JUNE 10TH! He must have heard June and got it confused with July when he originally made the reservations! No, wait, he made the reservations online; he misread July as June!? How the hell did he do that!?

Bailey's world was spinning around him; faster and faster. He felt sick down to his stomach, and his cheeks even paled. And yet, he smiled at the receptionist, thanked her too as he put on his most genial face. But then he pulled away, feeling a bit dizzy as he headed towards the exit. The embarrassment he felt could not be put into words; even something like 'gargantuan' was not strong enough to describe his shame.

He'd have to tell Tanner that he fucked up... big time. He could imagine her face; she'd laugh at him for being so stupid as to make a reservation for a month away! Or maybe she'd be disappointed? Oh, that would be even worse!

This was his chance to impress her! But all he's succeeded in doing was waste her time. Oh yeah, and make himself look like a complete idiot!

When Bailey stepped outside and the cool air touched him, he let out a deep breath he didn't know he was holding in, and then looked down to the sidewalk before him. There he stood, panting for a few moments... before he heard footsteps echo behind him.

“Cutie...?" said Tanner, her tall body looming over his, “Is... everything okay? You just left without saying anything."

“Tan... ner..." he muttered as he turned around, looking her in the face.

She could see how distraught he was. The slightly open mouth, the quivering eyes, his pale face even. And yet, despite his emotional distress, he still had enough courage to just out and blurt--

“I PICKED THE WRONG DATE!!!!!!!!!"

“Wh... what?"

“I picked he wrong daaaattteee!!!" he replied as he shook his fists up and down, “I-I must have gotten confused! I picked July 10th instead of June 10th! The reservation is one month away! I messed up! I messed up! I messed up! ImessedupImessedupImessedup!!!"

“Okay! S-slow down, I get it!" Tanner said as she placed her hands on his shoulders.

Her touch quelled Bailey immediately, who let his shoulders drop and his head do likewise. It was one thing to make a fool of himself, but he felt worse for having wasted Tanner's time. He brought her all the way out here at this time of day... and for what? Nothing! He felt so ashamed.

“Tanner... I'm so sorry..." he said as he looked her in the face.

“Bailey..."

Again, it was his faces. It wasn't enough for Bailey to feel sad, he also looked sad. And like before with his smiles, his expressions proved infectious to the point that Tanner was frowning as well. She didn't like frowning. She didn't like it when he frowned.

So she embraced him

“Mmf?"

Again, Tanner hugged Bailey close, like they were in the train again. And like in the train, his face pressed up against her bosom. But unlike in the train, he hugged back. Tanner's body felt so slender and graceful. When his arm hugged around her waist and back, he could feel the elegant curves of her feline body. Not only that, but she also had this smell. It wasn't a perfume now, but instead it smelled like... like...

Huh...

The best way to describe it, was that she smelled like sweet gasoline.

Yeah...

Plick... plick plack...

“Hm?"

“Uuh..."

Yeah... those gray clouds before? They weren't for show.

Above it started raining upon them. Gentle at first, the weather quickly picked up, dropping a steady stream of droplets upon them. If things were bad before, then Bailey felt they were getting worse now!

“Hey, over here," said Tanner as she tugged on his arm.

He looked over, where the handsome feline lead him towards a nearby alleyway. Walking to it, they stuffed themselves beneath a catwalk, with Tanner's arms hugging Bailey close to her chest. The back of his head rested against her breasts, and she wrapped her leather jacket around him, not only warming him with her body, but keeping him protected from the rain.

Keeping him protected from the rain.

Look, Bailey's not an idiot. He knows he's not the tallest, or the strongest, or the manliest. He was almost antithetical to all of that! But this date? This was his date. This was his chance to impress her. He couldn't really explain it well why he liked Tanner so much, but boy did he adore her. The sound of her voice, the cool look in her yellow eyes, the confident and powerful way that she carried herself, the handsome features of her face, even her jagged and shark-like teeth; Tanner was unlike any woman he had ever met in his entire life. As corny and a stupid as it was to say... he genuinely wanted to make her happy.

But all he'd done so far today is make himself look like a fool.

“I'm so sorry..." whispered Bailey, to which Tanner shook her head.

“Stop saying that," she said as she rested her chin upon his head, “You're not sorry, Bailey. You just made a... feh... admittedly funny mistake."

“Even if you say that... I still wasted your time," he muttered as he slumped over a bit, “And for that, I have to say I'm sorry. Tanner... I really wanted to impress you. I really wanted to have a fun night with you. But all we've done is walk around, get stuffed in a train, and get sent away from a restaurant. That's not really a fun date, I'd say..."

“Well... it may not be a typical date, but I think it's a fun one," Tanner replied as she brought him in closer to her, “After all, if the date wasn't going so well, I wouldn't know that you'll one day be my cute, pediatrician to be."

That statement, 'pediatrician to be', made Bailey smile, and then chuckle. Yeah, it wasn't a complete train wreck. The conversations they had may have been simple, but they were still eye opening. To know that Tanner worked in parks and rec, and that she came from a military family, was more than what he knew of her before. Even if they didn't go on a second date following today, he'd keep the memories of this night forever.

“Hm... I really could go for a drink though," Tanner muttered.

“A drink...?" Bailey repeated, “Like... a soda?"

“Feh! No, not a soda. Something good... like some beer," she replied, “Hnngh... my job keeps me in an office a lot, so I rarely get the time to just head out to a bar and get a good drink. Normally when I get off from work, I just go straight home."

“That's why you haven't been at Jurgen's as of late..." Bailey said, before growing wide eyed, “Ah-ha! I know! You want a drink, right?"

Turning around, Bailey faced Tanner, his expression filled with resolve. This date wasn't over yet! While he couldn't bring her to a fancy restaurant, he could help her unwind after a long day's work. And if she wanted a drink, well, he was going to give her a drink.

But first, he had to ask...

“Tanner... do you mind getting a bit... naughty?"

And the face he made when he said 'naughty'. The mischievous look in his eyes, the devilish smirk on his lips, even the taunting chuckle that left him, it was all more intoxicating than any alcohol she could have.

She wanted to say something snarky. Something along the lines of...

What are you? Fifty? Who says 'naughty' anymore?

But instead what left her lips were...

“I'm game."

…

“Wh... what? You're just taking me to Jurgen's?"

“Heh? Is that a problem? I said we were gonna be a bit 'naughty', didn't I?"

“Yeah but... what's so naughty about Jurgen's?"

It was 8 o'clock by the time they arrived at at the somewhat seedy bar, with Tanner raising a confused eyebrow. When Bailey brought up the idea of being 'naughty', this was probably the last place to cross her mind. After all, what does the connotation of being 'naughty' bring to one's mind? Usually something sexual. Not a bar with decent beer, but amazing hot wings.

“Heh! You'd be singing a different tune about Jurgen's being naughty if you worked there like I do," Bailey replied with a wry grin, “But it's more like what we're going to do at Jurgen's that's so naughty. Heh heh heh! I hope you don't mind committing a crime."

“Committing a crime...?" Tanner repeated, before a devilish grin appeared on her lips as well, “You dolt; I'm a military child. Of course I've committed crimes before. But..." she raised an eyebrow, “What kind of crime are you talking about?"

“Heh! Breaking and entering!" Bailey answered as he pointed at the bar, “Jurgen's is closed for the day. Meaning it'll just be us if we sneak inside. We could go to another bar, but then I won't be able to make yo a drink."

“Make me a drink? What kind of drink?"

“Any drink you'd like," he replied, his lips curling into a smirk, “Remember? I work at a bar, and I'm one hell of a mixer."

“Hmm... that's way too much power to give me," Tanner said as she took on a thoughtful pose, “Now I have to think about what drink I want."

“Ah, but let's get inside first. I don't wanna hang outside. We do look a bit suspicious."

Grabbing Tanner gently by the hand, Bailey led the feline to the alley right beside Jurgen's. Amid trash and grime and other random crap, there was a locked metal door. It was only ever open for two reasons; to take out trash, or for deliveries. Aside from that, you'd be forgiven for thinking it was completely sealed shut. It didn't even have a door knob or latch of any kind outside!

But what it did have was a sealed window above it. A seemingly sealed window. To those passing by, it looked like a sealed glass window with no hinges to speak of. That's a lie, of course. It was only painted to look like it had no hinges! The only people who'd know this would be Jurgen's himself... and of course, Bailey! He also knew that in order to get inside, all one would need is a pocket knife. Fortunately, he had one of those.

Digging his hand into his pocket, Bailey pulled out his trustee swiss army knife, much to Tanner's surprise. But she didn't say anything, instead watching as he nudged over a trash bin, stood on it, and then jabbed his knife right under the window's edge. Jimmying his knife under it a bit, he pried the window open just wide enough for him to slip inside, and--

“Gah!?"

Craaassh!

“Oooff!"

“Are you okay in there?" Tanner asked as she pressed up to the door.

“Yeeaaaah... aahh... j-just misjudged the fall... heh! Give me a sec; I don't want to activate the bar's security systems."

Leaning against the door, Tanner listened out for Bailey, hearing him rustle and move about on the other end. Then the door opened, and the backrooms of the bar.

“Come on in!" Bailey said with a wide grin on his face, “Promise I won't bite. Much..."

“Oooh... is that your attempt at flirting?" Tanner asked, a wry smirk on her lips.

“It depends... is it working?"

She took a step inside, her hand resting on her chin.

“Hmm... I think you should work on it a bit more, cutie," she said.

But as Tanner walked past him, her tail stood up where it gently rubbed against Bailey's chin, making him giggle.

Walking into Jurgen's when its empty, the bar carried with it this homely air. The walls were made of wood, with various sports memorabilia from throughout the years. Back in the day, Jurgen used to be a boxer, having made for himself quite the name some decades back. Looking around, one could see victorious plaques and old photos from his glory days.

Despite being a semi-regular, it was only now that Tanner learned of this. Her fingers gently traced upon the walls, while Bailey got to work behind the bar counter. So many bottles of alcohol were here; wines, vodkas, scotch, spirits of all kinds! But even as he gathered his things, his eyes were attracted to the handsome feline in front of him.

As the bar's heater came on, Tanner removed her leather jacket, revealing her red crop top beneath... and the fact that it was rather thin. How thin? Well... it was raining all throughout their walk here to Jurgen's, and that stained her shirt, causing it to become... transparent.

Meaning that when Bailey looked over, he could see Tanner's bra staring back at him. It was faded like a ghost, but visible enough for him to see that it was black. A black bra against her white fur... ahh... and on her busty, busty chest. She was...

Erotic. It was erotic.

Mph!

“Bailey?"

“H... huh?"

“You're staring pretty hard... is something wrong?"

“Huh? Aah!"

He tensed up, his blue eyes looking away form her breasts and instead snapping on her face. Her grinning face. A grin that said 'gotcha'.

It made Bailey pale having been caught red-handed with his shameless ogling. But Tanner didn't scold him, nor did she comment on it. Instead she walked over to the bar, closer and closer, before sitting down at a stool next to the bar counter.

Leaning over, she tapped the bar counter, before leering in at his face.

“Tell me... is it usual for bar tenders to wear such casual clothes?" she asked, confusing Bailey.

“Wh... what are you talking about...?" he muttered as he looked down, before realizing what she was talking about, “Oooooh! W... wait..." then he looked up, “You want me to... change...?"

Tanner didn't say a word. Instead she chuckled and nodded at him, while her hand propped up her head. Getting the hint, Bailey pulled back; step by step by step. And then he vanished through the doorway to the back of the restaurant. For a few moments he rumbled there, with Tanner sitting at the counter, giggling all the while. It took a bit, but... when he emerged...

“Aaahh..."

Tanner's eyes slid in hard around him, her devilish smirk growing in size. Bailey was wearing nothing more than a white shirt, blue jeans, and an apron over it. That's all. Not even a major change, and yet it seemed to transform Bailey completely.

This was how he remembered him best. This cute human with the silky blond hair, the clear blue eyes, the dainty body, and the expression of a curious doe.

Feh...

“So, Tanner," he said as he walked up, a smile appearing on his lips, “What would you like. It's on the house! Heh!"

“Hmm... quite the question," said the feline as she raised an eyebrow, “Soooo many drinks back there. I could go for a Cold Creek, but that's too easy, isn't it? There's no point sneaking into a bar to drink a beer I can buy from a gas station. Aah... but I don't really know alcoholic drinks all too well to pick something good beyond a simple piña colada. Hmm... such a shame. I don't want to commit a crime for the hell of it! Hm? Ah-ha! I know..." She leered at him sharply, her shark-like teeth flashed in a saucy grin, “You pick, Bailey."

“What? Me?"

“Mm-hm! What does my cutie of a bartender think I should drink? If you're as good a mixer as you claim to be, then you should be able to give me the perfect drink. Isn't that what bartenders are best at? Knowing what their customers need most?"

“Well... Jurgen can tell what a person wants most of all, but..." he puffed up his chest, his hand slapping on his bicep in a boisterous manner, “For you, Tanner! I'll do my best!"

“Feh heh heh! Do your best, Bailey."

All throughout the day, he had been jittery and anxious, fearful that he would mess up this date in someway. And, yeah, he kinda did when he made a reservation that was a month away! But here in Jurgen's he suddenly became a different person. He was suddenly...

In control.

Placing aside her coy face, Tanner watched as Bailey darted from one side of the bar to the other, collecting whatever drinks he needed as he did so. He moved himself with this swiftness comparable only to eagles soaring through the sky, and had the same deadly precision when it came to his hands. Bottle after bottle were swiped up and placed where they needed to be, their tops popped with his thumbs, and corks undone when needed. And he did so all with this casual face: his sharp eyes, his gaping mouth, his soft features; he mixed drinks like he was reading a casual book.

And, right, those drinks. What were they? The names on their bottles went over Tanner's head; she could only assume what they were by their colors. Like, this drink was a dark blue so... was it a blueberry? And what of this purple one? Was it grape flavored? And the red one had to be strawberry, right? Or maybe cherry? That yellow one had to be lemonade... or maybe... pineapple? And that white one? That white one... vanilla?

Okay, she had no idea what the black one was!

But... she didn't actually care what was in the drinks. Not to say she wasn't excited; the complete opposite in fact: she was very excited! She didn't care about what was in the drinks, in how she trusted Bailey's judgment. Whatever drink he was creating, she knew it would be a good one. How could she not when he was in his element like this, mixing drinks together to create...

To create...

“Viola! Here you go, Tanner! My specialty. It's called a... Blue Mary."

“Blue Mary? Don't you mean... Bloody Mary?" she replied, to which Bailey chuckled.

“There's nothing 'bloody' about it."

His response caused Tanner to raise a curious eyebrow at him and the soft smile on his lips. Then her gaze traveled down to the drink before her, where she realized it looked very... clear. Clear like water in fact. But then Bailey pushed it up closer, allowing her to stare at it from an overhead angle. And when she did, the drink changed from transparent to a crystal blue. A crystal blue that reminded her of his eyes.

Grabbing the cup, Tanner brought it to her lips slowly, feeling the cool air of the icy drink grace her. But before she took a sip, she took one more glance at Bailey, reading as his cute face swelled with both pride and anticipation. No need to keep him waiting in suspense then.

Tanner tipped her cup, and...

“Mmff... gulp..."

Her eyes grew wide.

It tasted like...

It tasted like...

It tasted like...

…

…

…

Honestly? Tanner didn't know what it tasted like. It was sweet and salty, tangy and bitter, sugary and spicy, all at once. But instead of creating something wild and cacophonous, the concoction felt so good on her tongue. It was an indescribable flavor; a mixture of things that left Tanner wanting more. So...

“Gulp! Gulp! Glp!"

She drank more! And more. And more. And more!

As the Blue Mary traveled down her throat, Tanner almost forgot she was drinking alcohol at all. Either the level was so low that it was negligible, or Bailey mixed it so well that it was like a phantom.

Bailey...

Hanging the cup on her lips, Tanner looked across the counter towards Bailey, reading his antsy face. It was so clear he wanted to ask her if she liked it or not, but he was more than happy to wait for her response. She wanted to tease him for his perceived cuteness, but no words ever left her lips. Instead she tipped the cup again and--

“Gulp! Gulp! Glp...! Gulp!... Hm?"

Tanner's eyes widened and she looked down.

The cup was empty.

“Oops..." said the feline in a sarcastic manner, “Looks like I got overzealous there..."

“It's fine," said Bailey as a cheeky grin appeared on his lips, “Let me mix you up another drink. I've got plenty back here!"

“This Blue Mary..." Tanner muttered as she watched him start mixing drinks again, “What is it? How do you even know about it?"

“Heh heh! Curious, are ya?" he replied, a beaming grin adoring his lips, “My mom was a mixer way back when. From how my Dad tells the story, that's how they met. He came into a bar one day and saw her there, and that she made the greatest drink he's ever had."

“And what drink was that?"

Bailey smiled at her in a knowing manner.

“Blue Mary," he said.

Tanner expected that response. And yet, she still cocked her head at him, her eyes wide. For a moment her ears twitched and her tail sprung up, while her chest expanded as she took in a deep breath. But then she relaxed, chuckled nonchalantly, then grinned at him.

“Are you trying to speed up a romance between us?"

Bailey didn't answer right away. Instead he stopped his hands and placed down the metal cup he was once shaking. Removing its top, he poured its contents into a clear cup, and then slid that cup to Tanner once again. Another cup of Blue Mary.

“It depends... is it working?"

His response drew a chuckle from Tanner's lips, followed by a series of laughs that filled the empty bar around them. She even tipped her head down as she doubled over from laughter, her hand barely clutching the cup before her. But once the feline finally relaxed, she pulled her cup of Blue Mary up to her lips, closed her eyes, and--

“Gulp!"

Like a true barfly, Tanner downed it all in one go, then slammed her cup on the counter with a loud--

Clank!

Her yellow eyes quickly seized upon Bailey shortly after, who stared back in a similar manner to how one would gaze upon a raging bear. There was a hungry look in Tanner's eye; a look he'd never seen before. The grinning teeth, the sharp yellow gaze, the way she licked her lips hungrily... and the red blush on her cheeks.

Blue Mary may taste like it has a low alcohol level, but that couldn't be any further from the truth. While nothing too intense, Blue Mary was compromised of various wines, scotches, and even a few vodkas. And she just drank two cups of it! The fact that it only made Tanner tipsy as oppose to outright blasted, showed how much iron was in her stomach.

Raising her hand, she glided claws through her hair and stood up tall against the bar. Closer and closer she came, leaning over the counter in such a way that it offered Bailey a deep view into her plunging cleavage. He pulled back, obvious hesitant to stare at her breasts, but also incapable of not doing so. Briefly, his eyes darted about, hoping to focus on anything but her chest. However...

“No..." Tanner said, her graceful feline hands grabbing upon his cheeks, guiding his gaze back towards her bosom, “I want you to look at them..."

“T... Tanner..." he muttered back... before averting his eyes, “Maybe... maybe there was too much alcohol in your drink. I shouldn't..."

“Feh heh heh..." her laughter tickled his ears, but her hands brought his gaze back towards her face, “You're a very cute guy, Bailey. A woman is practically laying herself out before you, but you look away. How respectful... feh heh heh! But..." she shook her head, “I don't want to be respected, not right now..." and then her face came in closer, “I want to be... Mmmmffff..."

“Hmmm! Mmmm..."

Her lips were to his lips. Her tongue was in his mouth. Her eyes were closed. Her hand was on the back of his head.

There was no escape.

With no warning, no build up, no nothing, Tanner brought Bailey in to a deep kiss. Her lips pressed to his, followed by her thin feline tongue, which pushed its way into his mouth. At first, he was wide-eyed with shock; confused even. But her tongue brought with it not only the taste of Blue Mary, but of her own personal flavor as well. And that delicious combination quelled Bailey.

Eyes closing shut, he let Tanner dictate the pace of the kiss as he remained loose. Her tongue was far more skilled than his, and she proved it as she swiveled and swirled her pink muscle around his. She traced her tongue along his, guiding him out of the shell that is his mouth, and bringing it into her own. He'd never felt something so exhilarating before, and it made this heat rush through his body.

Bailey hadn't drunken one ounce of liquor, but he was starting to feel drunk. Only the 'beer' in this case was Tanner's lips... and soon... Tanner's body.

Pulling back, she drew her lips away from Bailey, leaving him panting for more as his eyes opened up. Their foreheads were touching, so when he looked ahead, Tanner's yellow eyes were glowing in his face. Those teeth of hers... those jagged, sharp, shark-like teeth... they taunted him, teased him.

Driven by a childish curiosity, Bailey reached his hand up, placing it upon Tanner's cheek. She giggled, but said nothing as those fingers traced over to her thin lips... and then slipped into her mouth. Gasping in awe, Bailey's eyes opened wider as his thumb traced along her teeth, exploring just how sharp they were. Teeth sharp enough to rend flesh apart. Teeth so strong, they'll never let their prey go.

Especially if that prey is someone small, cute and defenseless... like him.

Grinning and giggling, Tanner opened her mouth and took Bailey's thumb into her lip. Back and forth, she gently sucked on his digit; treating it like she was treating a cock. Her tongue swirled around the teeth, her spit oozed down its sides, and her sharp teeth prickled and plucked upon it. And all in this erotic display that sent shivers down Bailey's spine, and made a certain area of his stiffen.

This was just a hint at what she could do... just a hint at what she will do. Realizing that, Bailey flinched and bit into his bottom lip, his own desires growing too strong to contain. The desperate need on his face was palpable; the poor thing looked like he'd have a stroke if his lusts weren't dealt with!

But one thing he needed to learn about Tanner? She was such a tease. And getting to see these cute, quivering faces of his, only made her want to tease him more.

Back and forth the feline brought her lips upon his thumb, sucking it down to the knuckle, then pull back. She even opened her mouth, letting him see her tongue as it whipped and lashed at his digit, lathering it in saliva that oozed down his fingers. Bailey bit even harder into his bottom lip; nearly hard enough to puncture skin, while his other hand curled into a fist that fell on his lap. But just before the licking and biting could grow too intense...

“Mmmff... Pop! Feh heh heh!"

Tanner pulled back, leaving his thumb a her giggles filled the air. Lifting his hand, Bailey stared down upon his thumb, where he noticed very blatant bite marks. Bite marks that made it seem like he was attacked by a shark.

But before Bailey could comment on this, Tanner pulled further away. Standing up from the bar counter, the handsome feline shifted her gaze towards the end of the bar. Right there, beyond the pool tables and next to the wall, was the jukebox. Chuckling coyly, she sauntered up to the jukebox, her hands falling on its dashboard. And as she did so, she leaned over, not only flaunting her illustrious figure, but also her ass.

Her pert... round... shapely... ass...

Keeping her tail raised up high, Tanner taunted Bailey with her glorious butt as she gently rocked it back and forth. Around and around in naughty little circles they danced, causing him to clutch at himself with barely restrained desire. Occasionally, Tanner would look over her shoulder towards him, reading the enthralled face of desire he wore. She'd giggle, and then turned to face the jukebox again, while her fingers continued pressing upon its dashboard.

“Ah... that's a good one," Tanner said as she hit the 'PLAY' button.

Through the glass screen of the jukebox, disks were lifted and moved, sliding into the machine's player where a tune started echoing out. It was smooth and simple, a violin playing, followed by a lovely sounding sax. No lyrics though... for no lyrics were needed; the instruments sung a tune all their own.

Jurgen's was filled with the sound of smooth jazz, filling its interior from wall to wall. Leaning back up, Tanner rested her hand upon the thumping machine, her ears and tail twitching to the sound of its beat. But the sound of wayward footsteps echoed louder than any music ever could. Grinning, the handsome feline looked over her shoulder, her gaze falling on the awe-stricken boy behind her.

Bailey's lips moved – he mouthed out her name – but no words left him. Shaking her head, Tanner walked over, where her statuesque body loomed over his. Then she placed her hands on his shoulders, kneading him gently, while the hungry, needy, desiring look in her eyes, glowed bright enough to dispel any shadow.

Admittedly, she may have been a little tipsy. She downed two cups of Blue Mary, and that made her rather handsy. But as she felt up Bailey, touched him, slid her hands upon his cheeks, his neck, his shoulders, teasing giggles began leaving Tanner's lips.

“You really are a cutie... Cutie..." she whispered, her eyes closing shut, her lips drifting closer, and-- “Mmmff..."

“Mmm..."

Against the jazz music playing from behind, Bailey and Tanner kissed one another. Lips pressing against lips, tongues dancing, moans flowing, all tied to the slow tempo of the music. Her hands gripped upon his waist, pulling him in closer and closer without care for his own input. All the while, the taste of alcohol on her tongue helped dull his senses, blinding him to the world around.

Is it possible to get intoxicated through kisses alone? Bailey would answer 'yes'.

He was guided along, not just by Tanner's hands, but by the music playing as well. Under the feline's guidance, he felt his back press against the rim of the pool table. At the same time, she increased the fervent need of the kiss, picking up the tempo, and further drowning out the world around them.

That is until Tanner pulled away, a thin sliver of spittle bridging their lips. Panting, Bailey looked up at her in a needy, lustful, and dazed manner, causing the handsome feline to chuckle... and then grip him. He tensed up as her hands squeezed upon his bottom, getting a feel for how cute his butt was. And the gasp he gave--

“Aah!?"

Ooooooooh! He really was a cutie!

Grinning and chuckling, Tanner pulled up, lifting Bailey into the air, and then sitting him upon the edge of the pool table. His eyes widened, first looking down, then up to the tall, handsome feline who stood before him. Her tail curled along her back, while her glowing yellow eyes drank in the image of the blushing boy before him... the blushing boy who slowly looked up at her with a bashful grin on his face.

“You're cute, Bailey," Tanner said as she leaned over, pushing him more upon the pool table, “Very... very cute... feh...." her hands gently stroked upon his cheeks and face, marveling at him, “I really like you..."

“Ahh... Tanner..." he whispered, while her hands gripped the straps of his apron.

Up and up she pulled it, pealing it from his body while laying him flat against the pool table. Briefly, Bailey scrambled, feeling his heart beat spike in rate, and his blue eyes grow wide. The air around them was growing hot and thrilling, and that's not getting into Tanner's face. The desire in her eyes made them glow, and the hunger made her lick her lips.

“Tanner..." Bailey whispered, “Are... are you okay?"

“Feh... am I okay...? What makes you ask such a question?" she inquired, her tail saucily dancing in the air behind her, while her devilish smirk grew in intensity.

“It's just that..." he looked away briefly, “Aren't we... moving too fast?"

“Feh heh heh! So small... so cute..." Tanner remarked as her hand stroked down his face towards his shirt, “Like a cute little mouse..."

Button after button was undone on Bailey's shirt, revealing his cute body to the hungry feline. She licked her lips again, and he shivered beneath her... but he never tried to make any defense, didn't even attempt to rebuff her. Not when she was mounting the pool table, pinning him beneath her body.

Groaning with barely restrained desire, Tanner leaned in close to Bailey, her tongue extending out. And that tongue... he watched as that tongue came closer and closer until--

“Ah!"

It slid into his navel. Her tongue slid into his navel!

Moaning, Tanner's eyes closed shut as she dragged her tongue from his navel and up his stomach. His soft, delicate skin was just as good to taste as it was to touch. More moans left the feline's hungry lips, while her slender tongue traveled from his stomach to his chest. Occasionally she'd kiss him, audibly too, letting the 'Mmfuaahs' echo throughout the bar as loud as they could.

Her every lick, her every kiss, made the cute boy beneath her twitch and buck. Bailey had never experienced such a voracious lover before, and it showed with how he let his voice fly free. He was nothing more than a buffet for the hungry feline, who made sure to keep her hands on his wrists, pinning him to the pool table as nothing more than her meal.

Not one aspect of his torso would be spared her lashing tongue. Not the navel, not the stomach, not his pecks, and definitely not his nipples. When her mouth latched upon his hard nubs, Bailey's eyes grew twice as wide, and he pushed himself more into her mouth. Her tongue swirled around his nipple, and then she bit upon him, pulling upon his sensitive flesh and making his voice positively sing!

“Aaaahhhaaahh~~!"

His taste and his voice... it was better than any beer!

Drawing away from Bailey's spit-covered chest, Tanner locked her yellow eyes upon his quivering face. His blue eyes quickly met hers, with the jazz music now being drown out by his full-chested panting. That is until Tanner moved in... closer... closer... closer...

Again her lips met his lips, and again her hungry tongue pushed into his hot mouth. They swirled alongside one another for several long, passionate, drawn out seconds... until Tanner stopped. She dictated all of this; let that be known. Bailey was nothing more than a cute, defenseless meal that was waiting to be devoured.

And Tanner was going to eat... him... up!

Drawing her hands through her hair and flicking her head back, the handsome feline straddled Bailey's hips as she leaned up tall. All he could do was silently appreciate Tanner's athletic body as she posed with her hands behind her head, and gave a hungry groan from her lips. But then those hands slid down, coming to the hem of her crop top, and gripping it tight. And up... and up... and up it pulled before--

“Aaah... feh heh!"

“Wow..."

Bailey's blue eyes widened as Tanner sat before him, her chest exposed. Luscious white fur was cradled in scandalous black bra, one that was elegant and mature with a floral print upon its surface. It clinched upon the feline's busty bosom, giving them a lift that he was sure she didn't need.

Her upper torso exposed to him, Tanner again posed for Bailey's viewing pleasure. Did you see the look of shear desire that painted his face? The gaping mouth, the wide blue eyes, the stillness of breath? Every moment of it was glorious! She drank it in, groaned with hunger and desire, with need and lust!

And then her arms dropped, her brief show having come to a stop... but only so she could enter the next phase. The phase that finally bore his body to her.

Reaching down as a grin spread upon her lips, Tanner's hand palmed upon Bailey's crotch. He grunted and bit his lip, his eyes screwing shut as the hands of his crush rubbed the telltale bulge he was sporting. Giving chuckles that teased his ears, the feline rubbed and danced her fingers upon the swell in his pants, feeling it pulsate... throb... twitch... all with need and desire.

The poor, cute boy could barely contain himself. Even through the barrier of his tight jeans, she could feel his cock demand to be freed. So... she freed him.

Drawing her hands up, Tanner gripped Bailey's pants. He didn't have a belt... probably because he didn't have pants loose enough to need one. So her hands came over, sliding upon the zipper of his jeans, and pulling them down ever so audibly.

Hah... such cute underwear... Tanner pulled that down too.

“Aah!?"

And it was about now that Bailey realized how absolutely insane all of this was! He was on his back on the pool table! They weren't in his apartment, or her apartment, or even in a hotel! He was work! All around him were Jurgen's memorabilia, above him was the arched and wooden ceiling, soft jazz music was playing in his ears, while down below...

“Aaah... feh heh heh! Heya... handsome... feh heh heh!"

Bailey propped himself up on his elbows and looked down, trailing his gaze down his half naked body, towards the feline he was pinned beneath... and his cock that was now exposed. It stood tall between his legs, long, thick, curved slightly upwards, with its pink, bulbous head tapping against Tanner's chin. A pearl of precum oozed from its slit and trailed down his length, where it was caught upon the feline's hand.

She was... touching him. Tanner's hand was touching him! It curled around the shaft of his length, gripping him like she was handling a pole of some sort. Up and down she stroked his shaft, marveling at the way his flesh rolled up... then stretched down... rolled up... then stretched down. The pumping hand caused Bailey to bite into his bottom lip and grunt, his toes curling and hips even giving a soft – though reactionary – thrust.

“Ah~!"

“Feh heh heh! Rather jumpy, aren't you?" Tanner remarked, her voice reverberating through the air, “Maybe I should call you a rabbit instead of a mouse! Fehh heh heh!" her yellow eyes glowed, “No... no no... you're a cute mouse. I prefer you being a cute mouse."

“Tannneerrrrrr..." he groaned, while she leaned in close.

“Don't mind me. I'm just going to... slick! Slick!"

“Aaah~!"

Tanner's tongue... her hot, moist, slimy, slender tongue...

It stroked upon the side of his cock, gliding up and down in sensual strides. From the base to the tip and back again, Tanner guided her tongue with expert precision. The ridges of his length, the veins, the glands; not one area of his cock wasn't explored by her sensual and skilled tongue. For someone like Bailey – a boy who knew only the pleasures of his hand – this was paramount to sensual overload.

“Aah~! Haaah~! Nnghgh! T-Tanner! Aaahh!"

He was so loud and lewd, his head twisting one way, then the other, and back again, all while cute moans of pleasure left his lips. All the while, Tanner remained cool and casual. Her eyes were squint, her tongue stroked, and her expression was rather relaxed. But the grip she had was tight, and she pushed his cock up more against his body. And as she made more space, she moved in to occupy that space.

Like a true feline, Tanner's ass was stuck in the air, her hips wiggling and tail swaying, all while her mouth oozed drool upon Bailey's throbbing member. Pursing her lips, she'd occasionally kiss his dick too, letting him feel her soft lips rush up and down the side of his length; again and again and again.

But this was all foreplay. Hot, erotic, teasing, foreplay. Her true target was up... and up... and up...

Biting into her bottom lip, Tanner brought her hand up to the rim of his glands, holding his dick in place while her yellow eyes seized upon her target. The slit and the gooey honey that oozed out of it; she would devour it all! She opened her mouth, dropped her head, and--

“Mmfff!"

“Oooh~!?"

Bailey saw stars.

Tanner's hot and moist mouth surrounded his length on all sides. He twitched, tensed up, then let a warbling cry of ecstasy leave his lips as he fell back upon the pool table. Looking up towards his face as she kept his cock deep into her mouth, the feline read his expression, watching as the cute boy positively melted beneath her superior skill.

Yes... that's exactly what she wanted. She was eating her prey, and he was reveling in it!

“Shluck! Mmmf! Shlucck! Mmmph! Shluck! Nmmmf!"

“Ah~! Haah~! Aaaah~! Aannh~! T-Tannnerrrr~~~ Aaahh~!"

Such a shameless voice. Such a shamelessly cute voice.

If one were to be listening through the walls, they'd be forgiven for thinking a cute, nubile girl was being given the greatest oral sex of her life. And in a way, they were right...

Bailey's never experienced something like this. Tanner's hot mouth cradled his cock, her spit tangled his length, and her tongue swirled around and around and around and around and around! Lips pursed, she sank down and pulled back on his length, giving audible groans of desire with every push. His cock's salty twang felt amazing against her tongue, and the way it throbbed in her mouth drew extra pleasure. But nothing was as great as watching his face contort and melt with pleasure... pleasure only she could give him.

“Shlluuccck... pop! Aah... feh..."

Pulling off of Bailey's length, Tanner licked the side of his dick passively; running from the shaft to the glands; again and again and again. Every stroke caused him to grunt, but he never took his blue eyes away from the erotic image of the feline, licking and licking and licking. She looked back, giving him an alluring leer, before noticing his outstretched hand.

So...

She grabbed it.

Tanner took Bailey's hand into her own, clutching upon it in a gentle, loving manner. He squeezed back, holding dearly upon her hand while she brought her mouth back up. Again she sank her lips down upon his turgid length, capturing it in her mouth as her head bobbed up and down. Her teeth plucked at it, her lips squeezed, and her tongue cradled the bottom of it. Twisting around and around and around!

“Aaahhhaa~!"

Tanner... could suck dick.

Placing her palm upon his pelvis, the handsome feline pinned Bailey to the pool table, while she put more effort in her skillful fellatio. Her head bobbed up and down at a rhythmic pace, sending her muffled 'Mmms' and 'Mmphs!' throughout the bar around them. She had no issues with pushing her head straight down to the point that her lips kissed his crotch, and his cock delved into her throat. And that feeling of her tight throat constricting around his shaft, drew howls of pleasure from Bailey's lips.

Wasn't this difficult for her? Wouldn't it be nearly impossible to breathe? These thoughts and more bounced around in Bailey's head, but he couldn't focus too much on them. How could he when his mind was swimming in impossible depths of pleasure?

Spit and drool slid out the creases of Tanner's lips, streaking down Bailey's dick, and splattering upon the table beneath them. All as she slid her head back... and back... and back... pulling off of his fat cock with a loud--

POP!

“Ahaah!?"

And Bailey too fell back, bucking and twitching with barely restrained desire as Tanner positioned herself above him. Her face was one of silent ecstasy, appreciating the taste that hung on her lips as she hummed, and groaned, and moaned to herself. Bailey tasted just as good as he looked, and she couldn't wait to have a more... thorough sampling of him.

Reaching behind her, Tanner undid the clips of her bra, causing it to fall loose around her busty chest. Bailey – enthralled – could say not a word as he watched her chest expand ever so slightly to fill in the space of her cups... before said cups were finally and fully pulled away. The risque brassier she wore was tossed aside, unveiling her busty chest to Bailey, who couldn't pull his eyes away, even if he wanted too. So round, so perky, so firm, and with white fur gracing it up to her pink nipples.

White fur... like sugar...

Chuckling in a daunting manner, Tanner descended once again upon Bailey, her hands gripping the sides of her chest to sandwich them around his length. His eyes widened as her warm and firm tits surrounded his penis, pressing in hard on both sides. Up and down she stroked her bosom upon his cock, letting him feel the pressure of such amazing breasts. How they barely bent, and how they ran from the base to the tip; again and again and again. Skin rolled upon skin as Tanner toyed with him, and more precum oozed from the sinful tip of his penis.

But the feline wasn't pleased with just her skillful titjob. While Bailey was gritting his teeth in barely restrained lusts, Tanner leaned over and extended her tongue. The height difference made it easy for her to tease his chest while still fucking him with her breast, something the feline gleefully abused. While squeezing on his dick, her tongue dragged against his chest yet again, even bit upon him.

Bite after bite after bite! Squeeze after squeeze after squeeze! There was nothing Bailey could do than lay there as Tanner dined on his body. But she never went too far. She never fully pushed him over the edge of euphoria to bring that blissful climax he so desperately, desperately needed.

Instead she pulled back, dropping Bailey upon the pool table as desperate, needing panting left his lips. Again Tanner licked her lips, reveling in the taste of his body as she sat tall above him. The light from the ceiling cascaded down her illustrious form, making ivory fur glow, and casting her face in shadows. But those yellow eyes of hers glowed like lights, piercing into his very soul. Bailey flinched, Tanner grinned, and then her hands grabbed his waist.

“Aah!?"

Under her superior strength, Bailey was turned upside down! His head laid against the pool table, his feet dangled in the air, his cock pointed towards his face, and Tanner...

“Feh heh heh!"

Her powerful, domineering laughter filled the air, while her hand palmed his thigh. Holding him close, the feline rested his legs on her shoulders, while her eyes locked in right on his ass. Bailey – bewildered and confused – looked at Tanner while she looked back in a leering expression. Her head dipped down, her mouth opened, and she--

“Mmmph..."

“AHAH-HAAAHAH!?"

Bailey's back arched and his legs hooked in, gripping upon Tanner's shoulders. This intense, powerful reaction was all brought upon by the feline's tongue.

She was licking his asshole.

Tanner's slender tongue pushed into Bailey's anus, lathering it with spit as she got a more raw taste of his supple body. The hot and slimy appendage, curled and pried at his anal walls, spreading them apart as best as she could. Naturally, his asshole was tight and rigid, almost refusing to open. But Tanner's tongue could make even the most rigid individual sing, as she was proving right now--

“Aahh-haaaahh~~~!"

Bailey couldn't even speak on the situation, with nothing but nonsensical babbling leaving his quivering lips. Tanner wasn't just licking his asshole, she was outright eating him out! Her tongue whipped and lashed, her lips pressed in, one hand kept him gripped close by the thigh, while her other hand gripped his cock.

Back and forth, up and down, Tanner jerked off Bailey's turgid length while continuing her hungry anilingus. Why would anyone – any woman – ever stick their tongue into an area like this in his body!? Wasn't his asshole, ya'know, fucking dirty? But Tanner didn't care! She licked him, lathering his anus in spit, and explore its depths with her skillful tongue. The pleasure she assaulted Bailey with, was unlike anything he's ever experienced! He never toyed with his anus before! Yet here was Tanner putting to work the full breadth of her sexual skill on him!

“Aahh~! Haaaah ~~! Aahh-haaaah~~! Haaahnn~! Aaah~! Taanannneerrrrrerrreerrr~~!"

Fuck... such beautiful sounds...

“Aaahh! Cumming! Aaahhn~!! I'm cumm-INNNGGGHH!?"

Squirrt!

“Mmph?"

Tanner's eyes grew wide.

From Bailey's cock shot out pearly white seed. She's never seen cum glow so bright before. It was ephemeral and sparkly as it shot from his thick cock... and splattered upon his chest.

Tanner's hand gently jerked his length, drawing out his orgasm as long as she could. Shot after shot of pearly cum roared from his dick, staining Bailey's chest and stomach with ropes of his own seed. He laid there, face dazed as his once howling moans petered into weak panting. His eyes quivered for a moment, while the handsome feline pulled away from his anus, with bridges of spit hanging from her lips.

Her sensual display was overwhelming. How overwhelming? Well...

“Ah!? B-Bailey?"

Tanner's ears and tail twitched as she noticed some tears in his eyes. Were they tears of shame, fear or confusion, she didn't know. Hell, they could have been tears of pure ecstasy! Whatever the case may be, Tanner quickly dropped Bailey down, letting him lay on the pool table as he came down from his blissful high. Her face was concerned, wondering if she had done too much to him. Was Bailey a virgin? She figured, but he didn't really say so either. Still, he was clearly knew to any anal play!

Closing her eyes, Tanner leaned over and started licking Bailey's body. Soft sighs were replaced with giggle fits as the feline's tongue graced him, cleaning up the cum which he plastered all upon himself. Such a shame it didn't go in her mouth... that's what Tanner thought, anyway. Tasting it secondhand off of his body, felt no less good.

Before long, his chest and stomach were cleaned of his cum, while Tanner positioned herself above him. Her hands pinned him down to the pool table beneath them, while her yellow eyes stared into his blue ones. His face was cherry-red, with a bashful smile on his lips. Seeing him, so small and cute and vulnerable, made the handsome feline chuckle, before leaning over to one side in a thoughtful manner.

“Sorry for overwhelming you like I did," Tanner said, “I didn't hurt you, did I?"

“It's fine... it's fine," said Bailey as he rubbed some tears from his face, “You just... surprised me, is all. I've... I've uh..." he shook his head, “I've never felt something like that before. Your tongue... it pushed into my... into my butt... and..." he blushed and closed his eyes, “Gosh... I sound so stupid..."

“No... feh... you don't sound stupid..." Tanner said as she stroked his cheek, “You sound so very... feh... cute. Hey... here... look here..."

Her arm wrapping around his head, Tanner pulled Bailey in against her busty chest. He hugged back, feeling the feline's illustrious figure, while his nose delved into the cleavage of her bosom. Taking in a deep whiff, Tanner's body odor filled his nose. Yes, that sweet scent of sugary gasoline.

Pursing his lips, Bailey kissed at the feline's body, drawing soft groans from her lips. Gently Tanner rocked her hips on his waist, her hands clutching the back of his head, while her teeth bit softly into her thumb. Through her jeans she could feel the hardened rod of his cock. Hadn't she just made him cum? And all of himself nonetheless? Then why hadn't his length gone down?

Desire flowed through Tanner, while Bailey kissed, groped, and then suckled upon her breasts. Her firm bosom felt so good against his lips, and the taste was so sweet. Wrapping his lips around her nipple, he sucked like a baby to its mother, while lathering her nipple in his spit. His fingers sank in to the taut flesh of her breast as well, squeezing, kneading, and drawing fresher moans from her hungry lips.

Fuck, what the hell was going on with her? Tanner could feel Bailey's cock tap along the crack of her ass. Her jeans brushed back against him, making it twitch and throb with ever growing need and hunger. These... stupid fucking jeans! She wanted to feel him directly!

Still riding upon Bailey's lap, Tanner, dropped her hands down to her belt and unbuckled it. The garment grew loose, and this sultry scent soon permeated the air. Once it his his nose, Bailey gave a groan of desire.

Looking down, he watched as Tanner pulled her jeans free from her body. They slid down her thighs, came to her ankles, then dangled off of her feet. With a kick she tossed them off, attracting Bailey's eyes towards her pelvis... and the black pair of elegant panties she had gripping her waist. Mesmerized, all he could do was stare at her pussy, the heat of which made her panties translucent. And really, Bailey was almost happy with that. But Tanner? She wanted more.

“Take it off of me..." she ordered.

Bailey didn't hesitate.

Reaching his hands up, he gripped the waistband of Tanner's panties, and slowly guided them down her shapely hips. And just like before when she pulled down her pants, the feline's sensual scent grew even more potent. The odor tracked and drugged Bailey's nostrils, making him groan with audible desire as the handsome feline's pussy was exposed before him.

The slick white fur, the puffy folds, the nectar oozing down her thighs, and the moist depths; nothing was hidden from Bailey's sight. Placing her hands on his shoulders as she pinned him beneath her superior body, Tanner focused his gaze right on her moist cunt. Exposing this area before him, feh, the handsome feline grinned from cheek to cheek with untamed arousal.

And then her hand gripped the back of his head.

And then she began pulling him in closer.

Bailey did not fight back.

“Mmmffph!"

“Yup! Haah~! That's right! Right there! Nnh!"

Bailey's face ground against Tanner's heated cunt, his tongue lapping against moist folds. Her taste was every bit as strong as the rest of her body, being hot and spicy and so damn tangy. Having never gone down on a woman before, his cunnilingus was rather clumsy in how it stroked, and plucked, and teased, licking and licking and licking in a manner both curious but also desperate. If she had to ascribe a statement to his tongue, it would be...

Am I doing this right?

Keeping her hand clutched to the back of his head, Tanner road out more on Bailey's tongue, feeling it finally gain the courage to push into her folds. It spread her apart as it sank into her heated depths, drawing hungry groans from her lips that shamelessly filled the bar around them. He too wrapped his arms around the handsome feline's waist, hugging her closer so that his tongue could push in as deep as it could go.

Clumsy though he may be, he certainly made up for it in enthusiasm. Above all, he wanted to make Tanner feel happy. Above all, he wanted to make Tanner see the stars she made him see. Above all, he just wanted to please her.

And this desire to please pushed him harder and harder and harder.

“Aaahhh~! Hhoooh! Fuck, Cutie... mph! Haaah~! Push it in... right there!"

Drool slithered down Tanner's smiling lips as Bailey did as he was told; pushing in his tongue as deep as it could. Oh, if only his tongue was as skilled as hers; maybe he could force out more of her tangy honey. But that didn't stop his tongue from exploring around her tunnel, rubbing the ridges, the folds, and learning them; one by one, by one. The longer this went on, the hotter Tanner's folds became, secreting a near endless river of honey that flowed right into his awaiting mouth.

Left and right, Tanner twisted and turned, reveling in the feeling of his hot lips against her pussy, sending that need, that hunger, that desire straight to her brain! His tongue just kept sliding and darting, growing more courageous as he learned more and more of her body. From the labia outside, to the depths inside, Bailey made sure every inch of her cunt was oozing with his spit until--

“Feh heh heh!"

Push!

“Aah...?"

Tanner pushed him back, laying him flat against the pool table once again. He stared up, his expression dazed, though hers couldn't be considered anything close. The handsome feline looked downright desperate. Her yellow eyes were glowing, her lips were grinning, and hungry panting left her lips as her hand palmed his chest, pinning him to the surface below.

“Sorry," she whispered as her other hand grabbed his cock, pointing it up towards her folds, “I'm so sorry. Just hold still, okay?"

“Tanner..."

“I promise, cutie, I'll make it feel good. Amazing even... b-but..." she pushed down, “Fuuu...! I... I don't think I could go easy on you... fuuuufu!"

“Aaaaahhnnn~"

Her pussy. Her slick, toned pussy. It pushed down around Bailey's cock, sinking it deep between her folds. Biting into her bottom lip, Tanner smiled and closed her eyes shut, putting on a blissful expression as her cunt was filled out by his surprisingly long and thick length. The deeper it pushed, the more ridges it plucked, with his bulbous head grinding against folds and spots far better than her toy could manage.

The need, the desire, it made Tanner nod as she sank down lower... lower... loooowwweeeerrrr... until her hips went 'Pat...' against his. Looking down as she continued grinning, the handsome feline gazed upon Bailey, watching his face contort with blushing pleasure. His eyes were closed, his cheeks were red, and he was panting so lustfully.

Didn't he know? Didn't he know that's the last thing you're supposed to do before a voracious predator? Being so small and cute and defenseless! And cats? Cats don't just hut for food; they hunt for sport. They take their time and enjoy their meals, savor them. And in this case? Cats toy with them.

Tanner drew her hips up with a wet and loud...

Sliiiiiiiiickkk...!

And then he drove them back down with an audible--

PAT!

“Aaah~!?"

Bailey's cock twitched in Tanner's cunt, and his head leaned back against the pool table's surface. She felt so... tight! Never had he cared for such a statement whenever he heard it in passing. What does being 'tight' even mean when it comes to a woman? Such a lewd thought to think about!

But even if he didn't know what it meant to be tight, Bailey would say without a doubt, that Tanner was fucking tight!

Her pussy clinched around his length, holding it in a submissive grasp that refused to let go. The fullness of her weight also pressed down on his waist, keeping him pinned to the pool table beneath. All Bailey could do was grasp at her body, his hands reaching around to cup her pert ass; one cheek in each palm. And then he squeeeeezzzzeeeed. He squeezed so damn hard!

Why was Tanner's body so damn amazing? The way it moved with that feline precision, twisting and turning with such erotic movements, was a sight to behold. In the light of the bar around them, with the jazz music still playing in his ears, Bailey bore witness to an erotic goddess! And that erotic goddess was eating him.

Her hips moved up... then fell down. Her hips moved up... then fell down! Her hips moved up... then fell down!

Again and again and again!

Cute squeaks and moans of pleasure left Bailey's lips while he was assaulted by the superior body of the feline above him. Impact after impact after impact made the pool table quake, and sent sordid 'PATS!' flying through the bar. It wasn't enough for Tanner to just fuck Bailey, she needed to outright devour him! Her hips worked with this dominating power, that came crashing down harder and faster with every passing second!

“NHAAAHH~~!"

And all for that! His face, his voice, his everything! Her sweet, delicious, little prey of a boy, melting as she ate him with her lower lips! But... no, no, no, this would not do! Why should her pussy get to have all the fun? Her mouth – her hungry mouth – was drooling even as she grinned! It wanted to eat too!

Yes, Tanner was so competitive, so possessive, that she competed with herself when it came to eating her target! So as Bailey howled with ever growing need--

“Mmff!"

“Mmmph!?"

Tanner dove her face in. Her body curled she pressed her mouth up to his mouth, entering into a hot, possessive kiss of rumbling lips and twisting tongues. At no moment did she ever relinquish control to Bailey. At no point did she ever let him even think he was in control! All the while her hips continued working, continued pushing down. Again and again and again, undulating and massaging his cock from the base to the tip and back again.

Bailey could feel it! That knot within his groin was getting undone! With Tanner's every push down, he felt his dick sputter and twitch within her tight pussy. His toes and fingers even curled, trying to relieve some of the tension before the eventual explosion!

He needed to warn her!

“Taannenerrrrrr!" Bailey moaned as he fell back on the pool table, “I'm cumming! I'm cumm— aahhhaaahhnn~~!"

He didn't warn her fast enough.

Falling back on the pool table, his eyes closed and mouth agape, Bailey unleashed a torrent of his seed into Tanner's greedy cunt. It spurt, and it spurt, and it spurt some more, completely coating the walls of her pussy with white-hot seed. Twitches ruminated through the handsome feline's cunt, as if it were indeed sucking his seed deep into her depths.

Tanner sat there, completely impaled on Bailey's cock, her once powerful movements now completely still. Sweat streaked down her illustrious form, and she even even stroked upon her stomach, as if to feel his cum bubble beneath the surface. And her face... oooh her face... it looked so pleased, so elated, so satisfied...

…

…

…

For a few moments before her face paled...

“Oh shit..." Tanner said as she pulled her cunt off of Bailey's cock with an audible--

Shwap!

“Aahh!?"

He fell back, his loins still sensitive, while Tanner rushed for a nearby napkin dispenser. Easier said than done mind you; her legs were quivering and barely keeping her up. By the time she made it to a napkin dispenser on a nearby table, she collapsed onto her knees. And why did she need a napkin? Well, isn't it obvious?

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Tanner growled as she rubbed her pussy with the napkin, desperately trying to clean his seed from her pussy, “Why the fuck did I do that!? Shit! I must be drunk to do something that fucking stupid!"

As she cleaned wad after wad of cum from her quivering pussy, Bailey pulled himself up. His expression was dazed following such amazing sex, but he was coherent enough to marvel at the feline who was just a few feet away. In her position, Tanner's ass was hiked up, flaunting its peachy shape and round cheeks.

Possessed by a lustful spirit, Bailey dropped to the floor and walked over towards the feline on unsteady feet. Tanner was so focused on cleaning herself, she didn't notice him... that is, until...

Pat... pat...

“Hm?"

Bailey's hands fell upon her taut ass, sinking in to flesh that barely bent or broke. Eyes wide, Tanner looked over her shoulder towards him, reading the face of shear desperate need he wore. Oh no. Oh no no no no no no no! If he looked at her with a face like that – a face of shear, lustful hunger – how was she going to deny him!?

That's the thing... she didn't.

Gripping his cock by the base, Bailey pressed it up to Tanner's folds. Her tail sprung up, her ears did likewise, and a her fur stood on end! He was actually going to do it, wasn't he? He was about to fuck her! Shouldn't his cock have gone down by now? Shouldn't he need to recharge?

Nope.

Bailey's hips shot forward.

THWAP!

And Tanner cried out--

“EEEEEEEEPPP!!!"

Maybe if he was in his right of mind, he would have teased her for making such a high-pitched squeal. But he didn't. He just drove his hips back... and then shot them forward.

THWAP!

“NHAAAAH~! FUCK! AAHH!"

The pace was wild, the power strong, the speed fast. Without rhyme or reason, Bailey pounded into Tanner's cunt. Every impact of his hips against her waist, sent ruminations through her body, taking the feline by surprise.

This was the same boy, right? The one who was on the verge of tears because he accidentally made the wrong reservation? The one who could barely look her in the eye without breaking down into a bashful panic? If so, then where was this beast hiding at until now? Bailey took his long, thick cock, and drove it in and out of her pussy like a piston. His thin and delicate waist suddenly felt as strong as steel as it slapped against her ass.

THWAP!

Again...

THWAP!

And again...

THWAP!

And again!

“Mmmmhaaaahhaaaah!!! Aaah!?"

Tanner's back arched and her head flicked back, while her pussy took in his cock with every successive pound. She could feel it bubbling inside; the blissful, erupting climax that would shake the bar to its very foundation! And she'd be brought to that climax by Bailey and his hungry, hungry cock!

Wait! That's it! She got it now! She understood! All this time, she had been feasting on him and his body. Licking him, kissing him, biting him, sucking him, fucking him! But now... now she was the one being dined upon! Bailey's hungers had finally reached their zenith, and now he was going to take his long cock, and eat her up until there was nothing left! Until he was full!

The cornered rat was biting the cat... and she fucking loved it!

“HARDER! HARDERRRR!!!" Tanner cried as she gripped the edge of the table before her and hung her head low, “FUCK FUCK FUCK! AAAHH! MMHAAAAAH!"

Again and again his thrusting hips drove his cock in and out of Tanner's slick pussy. So driven by lust was he, that Bailey leaned over upon the handsome feline. His arms wrapped around her shapely waist, and hi chest pressed to her back, while his clinched teeth breathed heavy, panting breaths that went straight into her ears. But even with all of that, he never stopped thrusting in; again and again and again! His cock was like a hot rod, and it wouldn't stop pounding until it finally hit that blissful release.

Ooooooooh, if only Bailey could see Tanner's face, and the smattering of joy that stained it. The grinning smile, the drool which hung from her lips, the clinched eyes of shear ecstasy! The faces she was making would be wild enough to shock even herself if she had a mirror placed in front of her.

Not like she could focus on it however with how her mind was constantly being pushed to the brink.

Covering her mouth to muffle her high-pitched voice, Tanner's eyes rolled to the back of her mind as Bailey suddenly started striking her g-spot. Somewhere – amid all the wild thrusting – he struck it. Not once, not twice, but thrice. And when he struck it, her pussy clinched around his length even tighter. That was enough to tell him that whatever spot he was striking, it felt really good.

So he kept striking it...

Again, and again...

Faster and faster...

Harder and harder!

She was seeing it now! She was seeing it! Those stars that she brought him, he was now bringing her! Face contorted in a visage of shear, slutty pleasure, Tanner bit upon her bottom lip, screwed her eyes shut, screamed out,

“I'M CUMMING!!!"

And...

Well...

She made good on that promise...

“GHHHGHHUUUH!!!"

Such a deep, whorish, slightly masculine moan. It wailed through the bar, followed by a shudder which rushed through her body. And that shudder offered a splattering of feminine jizz which absolutely stained Bailey's cock and pelvis. Slick and white and clear and wet, it traveled along his length, curved down his balls, and splattered on the floor beneath him.

But Bailey... he wasn't done.

Slowly he drew his hips back.

No... slooooowwwwwwwllllyyyyy...

Slow enough that Tanner could feel it.

Slow enough that she felt every finite detail of his cock.

Slow enough that she actually gave a whimper...

And then he sat there, wiggling his hips a bit to grind his cock inside of her cunt. Again Tanner tensed up.

And finally...

THWAP!

“GAH!?"

Tanner saw those stars.

Hugging her tight, Bailey let his loins flourish, unleashing a torrent of seed which flooded Tanner's pussy entirely. The feline's face clinched tight, her eyes screwed shut, and her teeth biting into her bottom lip, all as she felt that cum stain her, mark her... breed her.

Fuck it was so hot... so damn thick! It tanked into her cunt, and spurted around his length, making a dirty, sordid mess of the floor, and even the air round them. Yes, the air; it smelled of the stench of sex, filling their nostrils, and drugging their brains.

Tanner – in a haze of lust – could only smile from cheek to cheek as she laid there, melting into a slump as her legs gave out. Though that wasn't too hard, for Bailey too... he...

“Oooh..."

“Oof!? Mmmph..."

He collapsed upon Tanner, his chest to her back, causing her to further fall into the floor. She tried to push back up, key word being 'tried'. Her legs were far too weak to move much, save for turning herself over with an audible--

“Humph... aah..."

On the floor, covered in heat and sweat, Tanner laid on her back. And there on her chest, hugging close like some sort of human-sized doll, was Bailey. Feh... with how cute he was, calling him a doll was far more apt than calling human, wouldn't you agree?

He was exhausted following such a righteous session of love making. His legs trembled, and his mouth was agape, panting softly. But Tanner's body? Ooooh, it was better than any bed. The fur of her form, coupled with her luscious and firm chest, was like a pillow just waiting to be hugged upon, squeezed upon.

So he did that; he hugged her... squeezed her... as tight as possibly could. And as his body and mind came down from that sexual high, a blissful smile appeared on his lips. Pulling his head up from her chest, Bailey looked up towards Tanner with an elated and satisfied smile on his lips. And seeing that smile? It brought a chuckle to the feline's lips.

Reaching down, Tanner hugged Bailey up close, bringing his lips in to plant a kiss against him... a kiss he was quick to to give back. It was slower than the kisses they shared before, instead filled with this humming passion as oppose to lustful hunger. They kissed each other... again... and again... and one more time... before Tanner fell back with a beaming grin on her face.

“Feh! I could wake up like this from now on..."

“Hm... me too..." Bailey said as he snuggled in close, “Haaah..."

His eyes closed shut, and he nuzzled his head into Tanner's neck and shoulder. She hugged back, her hands stroking along his head and back. Now that they had both come down from their sexual high, their minds were racing with thoughts. Well, at least Bailey's were; he didn't know what was going on in the feline's mind. Whenever he looked at her, she appeared so cool and in control. Meanwhile, he could barely keep himself from jumping out of his skin!

“Tanner..."

“Hm?"

Pushing himself up, Bailey pinned the feline between his arms, and stared intensely in her face. Well, intensely for him, which means she may have well been glared at by the world's cutest puppy. But Tanner didn't laugh. How could she when in his eyes laid so much conviction! And then he shouted out--

“WILL YOU BE MY GIRLFRIEND!?!?"

He didn't mean to shout it out like he did. In fact, once his words left his lips, he covered his mouth with his hands and stared at Tanner in a surprised manner! But when he looked forward at the handsome feline before him, he didn't see a face of confusion, shock, or even pain from his loud question. Instead, he saw this sassy, saucy, snarky grin adorn her lips.

Without saying a word, Tanner grabbed Bailey by the cheeks and moved him in, tapping her forehead against his.

“Sure, cutie. I'll be your girlfriend. Feh heh heh!"

Her simple response may have not been as big as most others would like... but damn did it fit with Tanner's cool character! The way she so easily agreed whilst grinning, as if it were no big thing! Hell, they just got done fucking in a bar, and she didn't seem too bothered by it!

It all made Bailey feel... inadequate. Who was he to go out with a girl who was so clearly out of his league? Seriously, Tanner should have been dating other guys more her level; not cute little humans such as himself!

But...

No... these thoughts did nothing but bring him down. Who cares if she's out of his league or not? Who even cares about things like 'leagues' anyway!? Not Bailey! At least, not anymore.

Tanner was his girlfriend, and he was her boyfriend. That's the end of that.

Yeah...

“So... what are you doing next week?" Tanner asked, to which Tanner palmed the top of his head.

“You, hopefully..." she answered.

Her cheeky, lewd response caused the both of them to laugh... at least for a few moments before Bailey's eyes suddenly grew wide. Tanner – confused by this – cocked her head at her boyfriend and said,

“What's wrong, cutie?"

“Uhh... today's... Sunday... right?" he asked back, to which she shook her head.

“Noooooo... today's Saturday..." Tanner answered, making his eyes grow twice as wide.

“Oh no..."

The door opened.