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He walks slowly towards her as Lily takes a step backwards, feels the bed against her calves, sits down, lies back, her arms outstretched towards him and then full of him, his hips between her thighs, his lips pressing tightly against hers.

She can tell he's washed his sheets recently - but they still smell of his fur, and she finds herself pressed between them and Thomas' firm and gentle mass, his scent intoxicating. She wraps her arms around him and pushes up with her hips as his tongue, emboldened, coils into her mouth.

It's like no kiss she's ever experienced - his soft and hot and writhing tongue fills her from cheek to cheek, his fangs pressing gently into the side of her mouth. She moans into him, eyes closing, hand on the back of his head, pulling him in, more. Her left hand sneaks up inside his T-shirt to feel the hot fur of his back, cloth still damp from the rain, humid underneath. Her forearm pushes up the back of his T-shirt without subtlety, and Thomas disengages long enough for Lily to grab the shirt and help him out of it and then throw it into a corner, candlelight flickering in the breeze.

He kneels shirtless and broad-shouldered in front of her, his knees between hers. The soft white fur beneath his chin extends down his muscular chest and into the tufts peeking above his belt, reddish-orange at his sides. He looks like a flame, thinks Lily. Rapt, she props herself up on an elbow and reaches out with trembling fingertips - she strokes him, beginning with his clavicle, over his thumping heart, feeling the bumps of his abdominals, the shallow depression of his navel just about visible beneath his fur.

"God you're sexy," she breathes. She starts to think and that's not enough, overrides the thought, and says it aloud, for her sake and Thomas' - "And that's not enough," she whispers, her eyes on the straining denim below his belt. "You're not just sexy, you're fascinating. I -" she swallows - "I want to touch every inch of you. I wanna rub myself against you. I wanna... just..." she strokes her fingers back up, through his fur, feeling his pectoral - "I wanna drink you in with my hands." Her eyes finally reach his face, as her blush reaches her ears. "And that grin's been getting bigger and bigger the whole time I've been saying this, huh?"

"Oh yeah," says Thomas, eyes sparkling.

"Now I'm embarrassed," says Lily. "Next time kiss me when I start rambling on like that."

"Can I kiss you now?"

"Please do," says Lily, and pulls Thomas towards her. As his playful tongue caresses hers, she runs her hands all over his back - feeling the map of his fur, how it changes direction outwards from his spine, trending downwards. She grins into his mouth - his fur is oriented like a signpost towards his butt.

Thomas props himself up on his hands so he can tell her "That stroking feels really good."

"Thanks," says Lily, "I have cats."

Thomas laughs, and looks her in the eye. "And you are so fucking sexy, Lily."

Lily blushes. "Thank you."

"And you fascinate me too," says Thomas, his ears pink. "I wanna touch you all over, too."

"Sure," grins Lily. "I mean, the power's out, so we can't shoot zombies."

"True," says Thomas.

"So we might as well -" Lily grips the base of her T-shirt and pulls it over her head - "do that whole touching thing. C'mere."

Thomas leans into Lily as she turns to her side - she presses herself against him, lying on her left side. Her skin prickles into goosebumps wherever his soft fur touches. He's warm, and she can feel his heart beating rapidly against hers. She rubs her hands down his back, and moves herself gently against him - I'm humping him with my belly, she thinks, as she feels his fur tickling her navel.

I should've taken my bra off with the shirt, she thinks. I mean, it's happening fast, but it feels so damned good...

She presses her mouth to his and slides her tongue into the dripping warmth of his mouth, feeling his hands slide up and down her back. She reaches down, takes hold of his bottom with both hands, and squeezes, hard. He sighs happily into her mouth, and his whiskers twitch against her eyelashes.

Lily pulls back. "You ever unhooked a bra before?"

Thomas shakes his head.

"Practice," she says, reaching behind herself to grab his hand and encourage it upwards. She feels him fumbling.

Alright, this could take a minute, she thinks, and decides to distract herself by kissing Thomas some more. She runs her fingers through the soft fur beneath his jaw, gently angles him towards her, opens her mouth and strokes his lips with hers, keeping her eyes open. "No rush," she says, smiling, and squeezes his firm bottom while she sticks out her tongue and slides it playfully across his lips.

Her bra moves around her chest as Thomas flails with trembling fingers - she feels the movement on her nipples, noting suddenly how pert and sensitive they've become. She shivers in Thomas' arms, and moves downwards a little so she can admire his chest some more.

And so he can see what he's doing, she thinks. She leans forwards, buries her nose in the tuft between his pectorals, and inhales. God he smells good. She fans a hand outwards from his heart over his left pectoral, feeling the fur give smoothly, hoping to feel a tiny bump that might indicate where his nipples are, but no such luck. I'll have to hunt them down later.

Or I could just ask him. "Where are your nipples, Tom?"

"They're in there somewhere," he replies, quietly. "But I haven't seen them since yesterday, and a lot of things changed since then, so they might've... wandered a bit, I guess?"

Lily hesitates, her hand stopped, a thought occurring to her.

"How many nipples do you have, Tom?"

Thomas is silent for a moment.

"Uhh..."

"Oh my God," laughs Lily into Thomas' chest. "Your nipples are a mystery."

"Pretty sure I have at least two," says Thomas, chuckling.

"Okay," says Lily, "unhook that thing and you can count mine, then we'll count yours, and we'll see how many we have between us."

"I'm trying," says Thomas.

"Take my pants off instead if you want," blushes Lily. "Can I have yours too?"

"Yes," says Thomas, unambiguously.

Lily tugs at Thomas' belt, but it's one of those damn weird strappy things with no buckle and some kind of sliding roller and "For fuck's sake," says Lily after a couple of seconds. "All we're trying to do is take our clothes off. Right, here." She reaches behind herself, squeezes, and the tension disappears from her shoulders. "Now you."

Thomas reaches down and effortlessly tugs on one end of the belt - it slackens immediately. "You made that look way easier," he says to Lily.

"You too," says Lily, rolling over to be on top and tugging at Thomas' jeans. Obligingly, he wriggles and allows her to descend, revealing muscular red-orange thighs and calves that turn jet black halfway down, Lily now sitting on her haunches on the bed while Thomas lies on his back. For completeness' sake, Lily grabs Thomas' socks, yanks them off, and throws them over her shoulder as he giggles. Her bra shifts down her shoulders - she widens her eyes, grins at Thomas, and flicks it back up. While she has his eyes, she narrows hers seductively and looks down.

Thomas wears tight black briefs. His erection strains against the fabric, a little dark wet spot glistening at the tip. Lily swallows, gazing indulgently at the outline of Thomas' genitals, very little left to her imagination - but it doesn't look like others she's seen.

"Got a surprise for me in here?" says Lily, looking shyly back up into Thomas' eyes, running a hand gently through the heat between his thighs, from his knee up to a finger's width away from his crotch.

He laughs nervously. "Heh, uh... maybe? It's, uh..." he can't meet her eye. "A little bit..." He wiggles his toes, and Lily can see his knee rising like he almost wants to cover up. "...weird?" he says, finally looking at her.

Lily's eyes soften. "You don't have to feel embarrassed," she says, stroking his inner thigh. "I know it's probably not what I'm used to - the whole rest of you isn't what I'm used to, I'm kind of prepared for a new experience."

"It's very new for me too," says Thomas, his eyebrows arched in the middle.

"I get it. And, y'know, I know this is moving really fast - if you need to slow down, if you feel self-conscious or anything, we can keep our undies on for tonight and..." she smiles. "Y'know, kiss a whole bunch, maybe count each other's nipples, if that sounds nice."

Thomas swallows. "That sounds great. And..." his ears pinken, and he looks a little concerned - "I do want to... y'know, share my body with you, I like having you be a part of this new thing I'm going through, I love the idea of discovering it with you. And I'm enjoying this a lot. So, uh..." He trails off, hesitates. "I don't know."

"That's okay too," says Lily. "It's okay not to know." She gently strokes the fabric covering Thomas' right hip. "So let's leave these on for now, and if you change your mind later, we can go from undies to butt naked in, oh..." she grins. "Two tenths of a second?"

Thomas chuckles. "Cool. Thanks for understanding."

Lily grins. "D'you mind terribly helping me out of my jeans, though? They're not comfy at all, and also I wanna just -" she makes grabby hands towards Thomas' fur - "I wanna rub my whole body all over you 'cause your fur feels so good, Tom, God."

Thomas grins back, the concern gone from his eyes, only enthusiastic joy remaining. "My pleasure." He sits up, grips Lily's waistband - Lily kneels up, allowing him to slowly reveal, she realizes, the underwear she put on this morning with no intention of showing off, and which she has no memory of choosing. She watches Thomas' face while mentally inventorying every pair of underwear she owns and determining which would be the most embarrassing, because that's clearly healthier than just looking, Lily, Jesus. She looks down.

Eh. Plain purple cotton briefs. Could've been worse.

She plops down onto her butt, to allow Thomas to pull the jeans from her feet, allowing him a glimpse between her legs, wondering if she had a wet spot yet.

Didn't trim my pubes either, thinks Lily. Well, that's okay. It's not like he's gonna complain about a bit of extra fur.

She lies back and raises her feet towards Thomas. "Forgetting something?"

"On it," says Thomas, whipping her socks off - and then he takes her left heel in his hand and kisses the sole of her foot.

Lily giggles, her loose bra shifting around her chest. "That tickles!"

"Yeah?" says Thomas, mischievously.

"Yeah," replies Lily, coy, wiggling her toes.

To that, Thomas sticks his tongue out and licks her sole.

"Ah!" yelps Lily.

"No?" says Thomas.

"Maybe?" says Lily, wrinkling her nose. "Try again after I've had a shower, I've been standing on those all day."

Thomas grins. "Okay."

"My bra's half off, here. You could fix that, and leave my smelly feet for later."

Thomas leans in, over her. "Fix it, huh?" His hand on her hip, he runs his nose up her tummy, his whiskers tickling her shivering skin. She watches Thomas nose up to her heart, feels his inhalations - watches his shiny fangs peek out in a grin and take hold of her bra between the cups. She allows him to pick it up, raise his head, the straps falling away from her as she arches her back. He sits astride her with her bra dangling between his carnivore teeth, and Lily shivers.

"Smooth," she breathes, her nipples erect. "Not even being sarcastic, that worked for me."

"Mmm," says Thomas, reaching up to take the bra from his mouth. He looks down at her.

Lily blushes. "Like what you smell?"

"Mmm-hmm," says Thomas, his weight settling in on top of her. Lily gasps; his coarse ginger brushes between her legs, his soft white strokes deliciously over her nipples. His erection, hot and damp, presses into her thigh. He slowly, but confidently, places a hand behind Lily's head and slides his tongue deep into her panting mouth.

Eyes closing, Lily feels his firm, warm presence pressed tightly against her naked skin, his tongue writhing against hers, his hand pulling her closer to him. With her left hand she fondles his ear; her right strokes slowly down his furry back until she reaches his briefs, and she takes a firm grip on his left buttock and squeezes tightly. He is heavy and furry and muscular in her embrace, and she wants every inch of him.

"Mph," she says, into his mouth, and curls her thighs around his legs, the better to feel his fur against her skin. Slowly she begins to buck her hips and chest against him; the soft friction against her nipples is almost unbearable. She feels Thomas begin to reciprocate - he feels more confident now, she ponders. Like now I've offered to keep our undies on, he's less nervous. She feels the tip of his erection push into the crease between her thigh and pudenda, his tongue slithering between her wisdom teeth. Uff, definitely.

She pushes back against the hand holding her head, and Thomas obligingly lowers her. "Let's roll over," she says, breathing hard, red-cheeked, creeping her other hand down to Thomas' bottom, "so you can do this." Squeeze.

"Gladly," says Thomas, one hand already moving to her hip - when he rolls to his right, his right hand is already in perfect ass-squeezing position, and Lily feels the strength in his fingers when he grips her and pulls her hips close into his lap.

"Mm," sighs Lily, her hands sliding up his chest. "Keep doing that." She buries her nose in his chest tuft and breathes deeply, her hands on his pectorals, stroking her fingers deep into his fur, feeling the skin beneath.

Ah. There's one.

"Found it," says Lily - Thomas' nipple is small, erect and firm in her fingers, and she quickly locates the other. "There's two," she murmurs.

"Ah," breathes Thomas, and Lily feels his fingers squeeze tightly around her butt.

"Does that feel good?" asks Lily, grinning up at him.

"Yeah," he says, and Lily takes that into consideration. Lying on her left side she parts the fur covering his right nipple so she can see it - she gives it a playful stroke with the pad of her finger, then leans in, sticking out her tongue.

There's fur everywhere, of course. She braves it anyway, and slithers her wet tongue over the protuberance of Thomas' right nipple. He shivers appreciatively, his hands releasing her buttocks and sliding up her hips and tummy, slowly, slowly. She sucks him in as she feels his fingers brush gently against the underswell of her small, soft breasts - she shivers in return as his fingertips find her sensitive nipples and begin to stroke, gently, alternating between the skin of his fingertips and the furry backs of his knuckles, first friction then softness.

"Oh God," moans Lily into Thomas' chest, her voice muffled by his fur. "Keep doing that, that's awesome..."

"Two," says Thomas, quietly, into her ear. His whiskers tickle. Lily shuffles upwards a little, replacing her mouth with a hand, stroking Thomas' nipples the way she likes hers to be stroked - or, at least, the way she liked them touched before she met a man with fur on the backs of his fingers.

She feels Thomas' hot breath on her neck, followed an instant later by his long, soft tongue. It slithers wetly from behind her ear to beneath her jaw, as he fondles her pert, tingling nipples. Her spine shivers and she moans into the fur of his shoulder, trying to maintain her rhythm on his nipples but rapidly becoming distracted.

Lily's eyes ease closed and Thomas plants hot, wet kisses and licks on her jaw and moaning lips. His fur strokes against her tummy, her breasts, and she raises a knee; Thomas' muscular thigh appears between hers, and she has no words to thank him, she just bucks her hips forwards, feeling him fill the space between her thighs, pressing her aching crotch tightly against him.

Didn't mean to do this. Too fast. Check with Tom.

"I-is this okay," she gasps, her underwear pressing hard against her tingling clitoris.

"Yes," says Thomas, gently, "look at me."

Lily opens her eyes and looks deeply into Thomas' enlarged pupils, so wide they looked round rather than their usual oval. "God, Tom," she whispers, "you're so beautiful..."

"So are you," says Thomas, and he takes both of her nipples between thumb and the side of his index fingers, and squeezes.

Lily gasps in pleasure, and pushes down on his thigh. She grinds hard against him, feeling her underwear saturate, the wet fabric sliding back and forth over her aching sex. She cannot concentrate on his nipples - she releases them, grips his bottom tightly, and pulls him forward as she bucks her hips, moaning now, feeling him thrust his own hips forward, his hot, hard dick standing between them, the tip of his briefs glistening, and she wants it so badly, wants to feel it hard and pulsing in her hands, wants the alien taste of it salty in her mouth, wants the hard push into her yearning cunt...

Lily looks deep into Thomas' eyes, her eyebrows raised in the middle, and without words begs him, seeks his permission, as this is not what they had discussed but it feels so good and God she's so close...

Thomas leans in, slides his tongue into her mouth, presses up hard with his thigh, and pinches her nipples firmly.

Lily clamps her thighs tight around Thomas and comes, warm shivers blossoming from her clitoris and crashing hard through her midsection. Her eyes are open wide, Thomas' tongue in her mouth, his pupils black and deep, watching her. She squeals in ecstasy - but quietly, as her voice has nowhere to go but into Thomas.

Just as she's coming down Thomas grabs her ass and pulls her hard into him - her crotch is at the point where his thigh meets his abdomen, his penis hard against her bladder. She pulls her head back and wails into the dark as her underwear slicks wetly against her crotch, her eyes closed, her over-sensitized nipples lost in Thomas' chest fur. She squeaks as she comes again, smaller but longer, and she shivers against him, her arms wrapped tightly around his torso, a squelching feeling underneath her.

She slowly gets her breath back, panting and twitching in Thomas' arms, her face pressed against his shoulder as he kisses her temples and the tips of her ears.

"Sorry," she says, swallows, pants some more - "I lost count."

"It was two," says Thomas, a smile in his voice.

"Oh yeah," giggles Lily, breathlessly, burying her face in Thomas' chest tuft. "If there are more, they can show up when they're ready. God you're tufty."

"I know!" laughs Thomas. "Look at this thing, it's awesome!"

"It smells so good," says Lily, muffled, rubbing her nose in it. "Maybe you've got pheromone stuff going on behind there, I dunno." She pulls her head back enough that her eyes peek over the tuft, and looks up at Thomas. "I'm embarrassed about what just happened and I wanna check in," she admits, her face hidden from the nose down in his fur.

"How d'you mean?" asks Thomas, gently.

"Well," says Lily, her cheeks hot in Thomas' chest tuft, "we'd talked about leaving underwear on, and I think there's an implication there that I wouldn't... y'know, like, grind against - y'know what, hang on," she pulls her face from Thomas' tuft and shuffles up the bed so that the two of them are at eye level. "Sorry, I don't think I can think straight while breathing your chest in like that. So anyway," she says, faltering.

"Anyway," replies Thomas, his left hand lying casually over her right hip.

"Anyway, are you okay with what just happened? I'm a talky kinda person and I like to make sure of boundaries beforehand, y'know? And I'm kinda disappointed in myself for getting carried away like that."

Thomas looks towards the ceiling and swallows.

Oh, fuck. I went too far, and he's figuring out how to tell me politely to go away.

"So there's this..." Thomas begins, after a moment. "Kinda... expectation of guys, to be okay with things and to basically be horny all the time and to want to take things further..."

Lily feels a dark, cold emptiness opening in her stomach.

"And I'm aware of that," says Thomas, "and you're aware of that, and you're aware that I'm aware of that, so you can go ahead and believe me when I say I'm not just going along with that expectation, and I love what just happened. It was sexy."

The cold dark emptiness fills up immediately with warm, happy horny. Lily grins.

"Well, good," she says.

"And I appreciate the check-in," says Thomas. "That's sexy too."

"Yay," says Lily, holding her fists up above her head. "I did a sex thing right."

"Yay," says Thomas, mirroring her. "Communication!"

"Hooraaaaaaayyy," says Lily quietly, leaning in. Thomas's whiskers stroke her cheeks, his lips press warm against hers, and his eyes slowly close. His right hand sneaks into the gap between her waist and the bed, and he draws her gently into his soft, furry warmth.

Lily feels a thrill beneath her navel, and pulls her head back. "Hold on," she says, looking into Thomas' eyes - "D'you have underwear that'll fit me?"

"Hmm?" Thomas cocks his head to the side.

"You just made me come in my undies twice, Tom, I'm not sleeping in these."

"Oh." Thomas looks down, gently pulls Lily's hip forward with his right hand - he presses himself against her, hot and soft and tickling, his hard, pulsing erection pressing into her groin, and runs his hand back and forth between their hips. "Yeah, I've got some baggy boxers."

"Cool," says Lily, and presses her hips into his. "Wow, comparing our hips is fun, who'da thunk it."

"Sure is. And just how damp are we talking, here, anyway?" asks Thomas, mischievously, his cheek-fur raising around his eyes.

Lily grins back, and raises her knee. "You wanna feel?"

Thomas swallows, and his ears and whiskers twitch - Lily becomes aware of how fast his heart is beating. This is his first time. He's playing cool, but really he's just hugely excited.

It's kinda hard to read his emotions... his face doesn't map directly to anyone else's. And yet I already seem to know enough to figure him out, for the most part... is that because I've been subconsciously noticing his real face, and learning him?

"Sure," he whispers, and Lily feels him tentatively accept her invitation. His furry fingers tickle up between her hot inner thighs before settling gently against her pudenda. Lily shivers and gives a little push downwards, closing her thighs - not enough to trap his hand, just enough to give it a hug.

"Mmm," she appreciates, and nuzzles him, rubbing her temple against his muzzle, his whiskers sliding smooth over her closed left eye. "Very damp," she says, into his ear. "See?"

"Yeah," says Thomas, his voice shaky. He wriggles his fingers a little - Lily feels him feeling her, discerning the hot, wet crease in her underwear. She pulls back a little and looks down, watches him touching her; strokes her eyes over the white flash of fur over his chest and abdomen, fading to orange at his sides. She feels the pad of his middle finger pressing upwards, pushing already-saturated fabric against the hottest, wettest part of her.

"Flatten your finger a little," she murmurs, reaching down into the heat between her legs, taking gentle hold of Thomas' fingers. "Curl it up around me," she whispers - "like this." She holds Thomas' hand against her, closing her thighs, and begins to bucks her hips; slow, smooth motions back and forth, Thomas' middle finger making delicious strokes between her labia, the inside of his knuckle tingling against her clitoris, the pad of his fingertip pressing gently towards her vagina.

"Uhh," she sighs, "yeah, like that." She shuffles her left hand forward towards Thomas' hip - Thomas obligingly raises so that she can get beneath him, then lowers his right buttock eagerly into her palm. She squeezes him, firm, still looking down. Sees, in the candlelight, a patch of Thomas' briefs darker than the rest.

"You've got your own little wet spot starting, there," says Lily.

"Heh, yeah," says Thomas, embarrassed. "D'you..." he swallows. "Want to... um..."

"I do," says Lily, grinning, looking up at his face, her right hand sneaking forwards, stroking up his furry, muscular thigh. "You taken this thing for a test drive yet, Tom?"

"This morning," says Thomas, his ears reddening. "And, uh... I should warn you..."

Lily slows her hips down, holding her hand where it is. "Yeah?"

"I, uh... It's very sensitive, and I didn't last long. Like..." he smiles weakly. "It's a brand-new dick, I don't know how to hold back with it, yet."

"Well," says Lily, breathy, "are you okay with coming in your briefs?"

"I'll... I'll come very quick, is what I'm saying," breathes Thomas.

"Tom," says Lily, sliding forward slowly on his hand, "I'm asking you..." she presses her breasts and tummy against him, fur tickling her erect nipples, and she licks, gently, the left corner of his mouth, where his canines hide beneath his furry lips. "Should I squeeze your bum, like this," a squeeze and a slow move to the other side of his mouth, a lick against his canine as his lips slither upwards, "and push myself against you, like this," a firm buck downwards, her underwear squelching in Thomas' hand, "and hoard all the orgasms for myself, like a greedy girl, or..." she slides her lips against Thomas' fur until she reaches his ear, her cheeks red - "should I touch you, very gently, until you can't take it anymore, and I get to watch you make a mess of your undies?"

Thomas' voice comes from behind her left ear, breathless and quiet - "Touch me," he whispers to her.

Lily doesn't need to be told again. She looks down, and curls the fingers of her right hand gently around Thomas' hot, straining erection. He moans, softly, into her ear.

"God you're hard," she says, giving him a gentle squeeze. His length fills her palm and spills between her thumb and forefinger, feeling strangely wider at her little and ring fingers. He's hot, and pulses in her hand. Lily leans forwards, pressing her breasts and shoulders against Thomas, trapping her right arm and Thomas' left tightly between them. As she gently moves her fingers around, feeling him press through the thin fabric towards her, he jumps and twitches in her palm.

"Is that okay?" she asks.

"Yeah..." he answers. "S-sensitive..."

"I'll go slow," she whispers, and in response she feels an appreciative push towards the sensitive opening of her vagina. "Mmf," she says - "I'm already getting close again..."

"How can I help," pants Thomas into Lily's ear.

"Your other hand numb yet?" asks Lily, aware that Thomas' right hand is curled around her left buttock but hasn't been doing much lately. He's probably concentrating on my pussy, as is right and proper.

"Not yet," says Thomas, and gives her a firm squeeze, his fingertips pushing between her cheeks.

"Uff," says Lily, pushing down hard on Thomas' hand, giving his dick a tight, friendly squeeze. "That's great, just keep going..."

"Ah," pants Thomas, deep and masculine, and she feels him gently thrusting his own hips towards her, his hard dick sliding between her fingers. "That feels so good."

"You're so hard," says Lily. "and wide, here..." she strokes her little finger over the widening at the base of his penis. "D'you think that'll fit? In... inside me?"

"Oh my God..." whispers Thomas, his eyes closing.

"Not tonight," pants Lily, slithering back and forth on Thomas' hand, "I want you to tease me with it..." Her buttocks tense as she slides forward, trapping Thomas' fingertips, and release on the way back, pushing them further between her thighs - "I want you to be ready. Maybe more than ready, Tom, I want you to make me wait to taste you..."

"Holy fff..." Thomas pushes himself hard against her palm as she moves her fingers up and strokes her thumb over the very tip. "Holy hecking fucking yikes keep doing that... And yes I want you so badly..."

"I want to..." Lily clamps her thighs hard around Thomas' hand, shivering against him - "I want to have this bit down here stretch me out as you slide all the way inside me, Tom..."

"Oh my God Lily you're gonna make me come," whispers Thomas all in one hurried breath, and his hot, wet, stiff penis leaps and twitches in her palm.

"Come, Tom, come for me," says Lily, and looks down.

"Ah -" says Thomas, quietly, then louder, "ah -" and his eyes open wide and look towards the ceiling - "AAAuuuhhh!" and his cock leaps in Lily's hand, his ass twitches rock hard, his hips thrust towards her and Lily watches his thick white essence pulse forth, oozing through his briefs. "Oh my God!" he grunts, and a further jet joins the first, dripping over Lily's fingers, hot, viscous. The scent of it rises up towards her as he comes hard, thrusting his dick between her fingers, squirt after squirt of sticky mess pushing through the thin fabric, spreading out and dampening the front of his briefs.

Lily's cheeks burn as she grinds hard against him - "Holy fuck that was sexy," she breathes quickly, followed by an "Oh" and such soft moans as escape her as she brings her hand up to her face and inhales his scent.

"I wanna make you come," pants Thomas. "Can I lick your tits?"

"God yes," says Lily, "Mind if I taste my fingers?"

"Fuck," says Thomas, "do it." With that, he ducks downwards, and Lily feels his long, hot, slippery canine tongue slide roughly over her nipples.

"Oh my fucking Jesus sweet fuck holy fuckin'" continues Lily, breathing in Thomas' scent, squeezing his hand with her thighs - she had intended to take a shy, tentative lick of his semen from her fingers, but in her haste and excitement she brings her hand towards her too vigorously and slaps herself gently in the mouth, backhanded, smearing his essence over her lips as her mouth opens in an orgasmic inhalation she cannot resist...

"Fuck!" squeaks Lily, her underwear saturating, the taste of Thomas' semen in her mouth, his tongue flicking hard over her right nipple, his palm rubbing her clitoris, his fingertip pushing her underwear through the ring of twitching muscle and a millimeter inside her. She crashes against him, a long "Ohhhh!" flailing out of her, riding the waves until her ears ring.

She approaches Earth again, reluctantly, breathing in their combined scents, panting hard against Thomas' fur. She swallows, pants some more, wraps her arms around him wordlessly.

Thomas and Lily cling together and pant in the candlelight until they're capable of speech, and then they say nothing for a little while, stroking each other's skin and fur.

Lily sighs happily into the candlelight, her nose pressed into Thomas' fur.

"You're awesome," she says, quietly, her hand playfully and lazily batting at his tail.

"You're awesomer," replies Thomas.

"And I'm thirsty," says Lily.

"And I need to get out of these," says Thomas, pointing downwards, "before I make a mess of the bed."

"I guess we have to get up," groans Lily.

"I can bring you water," says Thomas, shuffling backwards.

"Nah, I need to change my underwear too," says Lily. "Can you find those baggy boxers you were talking about?"

"Yeah," says Thomas, rising. Lily watches his tail swish around his butt as he pads over to the dresser, opens a drawer and rummages through. "Here we go," he says. "Catch."

Lily catches. White boxers with little red hearts. She grins. "Oh my God, Tom, you should wear these. I wanna see you in them."

"Alright," says Thomas, rummaging some more. "Then you wanna wear these?" he asks, holding up a plain black pair, a little faded.

"Sure," says Lily, tossing the white ones back. Thomas reaches behind himself and catches them, meeting Lily's eyes.

They look at each other awkwardly for a moment.

"Should I avert my eyes?" asks Lily, shyly.

Thomas considers for a second, shows her a cheeky grin over his shoulder, and slides his underwear down.

Lily sees the room brighten noticeably as her pupils dilate. Thomas' ass has a white flash upwards from between his legs - his tail swishes back and forth playfully, obscuring and revealing in turn as he steps out of his semen-splattered briefs. He grabs a box of tissues from the dresser; Lily watches his forearms as he cleans himself up in front. Then her eyes are drawn to his cute, firm-looking butt again, watching it shift and tense as he raises one leg to step into the baggy white boxers, a glimpse of something white and fluffy underneath for an eyeblink - he looks over his shoulder, catches her eye, and grins at her. All too soon, he's no longer naked, and he turns towards her, folds his arms, leaning backwards against the dresser. He wears an infuriatingly endearing smirk that sets butterflies fluttering in Lily's stomach.

"Sexy foxbutt," accuses Lily.

"You gonna wear those soggy undies all night?" asks Thomas, gently tossing the black boxers towards her.

Lily allows them to land on her face. Obscuring her blush with them, she wriggles out of her briefs, tosses them in Thomas' general direction, and quickly pulls the boxers down, her feet in the air, and struggles them on before standing up.

They just about fit - they're tight, and cling to her rear. "How do I look?" she asks, turning in a circle and wondering how much Thomas saw in the dim candlelight.

"Sexy girlbutt..." admits Thomas, pink-eared.

There's a flicker from the living room, and a thump-click from the kitchen. They both look towards the sound.

"Did..." asks Lily, and then there's another flicker - and then the lights come on, and stay on, and Lily hears the fridge start running.

"We've got power again!" says Thomas.

"You know what this means?" asks Lily.

"What?"

Lily grins. "Feel like shooting zombies in our undies?"

"Heck yeah!" says Thomas.

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Lily Williams, scruffy nerd-herder of twenty-two years, lies with her head comfortably nestled between the pectoral muscles of twenty-year-old magical creature Thomas Fox, who is a fox. She holds a videogame controller up close to her heart, while Thomas' own controller rests beneath her navel, his forearms resting on her sides.

Lily and Thomas have just taken the first step together into a very strange mutual existence. Lily's mind is full of questions, some of which she's tempted to ask, some of which she's ignoring for now - and Thomas, warm beneath her comfortable nearly-naked weight, is also ignoring those questions, concentrating instead on the screen, the zombies, the delightful wriggles of Lily's body as she swings her virtual rifle back and forth.

Very soon, those questions will be faced, and answered - and the answers will only provoke more and stranger questions, an unknowable fractal of confusion that winds its way back through generations.

For now, they are content in each other's casual embrace, and the most pressing question is the one pressing into Lily's behind, which asks whether they're going to finish their hour-long zombie-shooting campaign, or become joyously distracted midway.

They don't even make it to the second checkpoint.

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THE END