Blueberry Bug Muffins
"He sniffs his food ... "
"No, I ... "
" ... do! Yes, you do! Field, you ... "
" ... need to. I need to."
"Okay, so you admit it?" Spreading her wings ... waiting.
The mouse's nose scrunched. Eyes darted. A hesitation. "Yes."
Adelaide giggled, leaning forward. Sipping of her wine. (Snow rabbit wine ... or some kind of snow rabbit alcohol. She didn't know how they made it, or where they made it, but ... it did its job!)
"I don't see why it's funny, though," he added. Whiskers sniff-twitching (helplessly).
"Oh, it's cute," she told him. "It's cute." And explained to the others (Pyro and Dotna, on the other side of the table), "He CAN'T eat anything ... unless he sniffs it first. Any food ... he has to smell it before he eats it. Else, he won't eat it ... " A sip of her drink. "Mm. You know?"
"Dotna does that, too," Pyro realized (when he got to thinking about it). And the wolf nodded. Chewing on a roll. "I mean ... but I don't. I just eat it. If it's bad, I'll know it when I taste it."
"I do that?" Dotna asked. The chipmunk tilted her head.
"Yeah."
"Oh, they all do," Adelaide replied. "It's a rodent thing. But ESPECIALLY a mouse thing."
The four of them were in Field and Adelaide's quarters. The two couples having supper. And baby Akira in her crib (napping within view).
"Well," Field defended, fork poking at his pasta noodles (and the red tomato sauce in which they were coated). "Well, sometimes ... she puts bugs in my food."
"They're good for you," was her earnest retort.
"Bugs?" asked Dotna. Her brushy wire of a tail (thinner than a squirrel's, but thicker than a mouse's) waved lazily behind her. The dark brown stripe going down the middle.
"She puts them in when I'm not looking."
"Great source of protein," Adelaide infused.
"You eat bugs?" the chipmunk asked, blinking.
"Course! I'm a BAT ... bugs are a necessary part of our diet. We eat bugs. Why does it shock everyone ... "
"Well ... I don't know. Never heard of anyone eating bugs before ... "
"They're good," the bat said simply, as if ... such logic ended all debate. Such logic as 'they're good' ...
"She puts them in my food," Field said (for the third time).
"If you would WILLINGLY try them, I wouldn't have to resort to such tactics. You're stubborn." She worried about the mouse's eating habits. Sometimes, he got so worked up, so frenzied ... he forgot to eat. And she would have to remind him ...
"I kiss and suck a muzzle that munches bugs," Field denoted. "That's how much I love her."
Adelaide gave Field a toothy grin (the best kind). "It's cute," she repeated, "when you sniffy-sniff at your food. All curious-like." The bat sighed. A pink-like sigh ... everything about her, to Field, was pink. Was soft. Was warm. Was ... oh, the color of her!
"I can't help it," was the mouse's soft, mellow reply. Was his shy, modest smile. He sipped at his own alcohol.
"I know," Adelaide whispered sensually.
From the wavy ripples Pyro's red eyes could see in the air ... he could tell those two shared a telepathic bond. Could see, even now (from the intensity of the ripples, which were akin to heat waves), that they were directly communicating right now ... mentally.
"It's good food," Dotna chimed. Clearing her throat.
"Mm?" Adelaide, still smiling, blinked back into focus.
Pyro saw the ripples decrease. But remaining visible, running from the bat's head to the mouse's ...
"Good meal," she repeated. "Did you cook it?"
"Field did," she admitted. "He's the kitchen mouse. House mouse. Field mouse ... mousey mouse," she said, grinning (again). Oh, she LOVED the word 'mouse.' She was in a playful mood tonight. Her pink eyes were sparking. Plus, this was fun ... having friends over. Having a nice supper, talking ... it was nice. Everything was nice! She giggled.
"I had help from the food processor," Field said, trying to dismiss any praise. "I mean, it's not like I made ... all of this from scratch."
"But you prepared it," Adelaide insisted. "The key to any meal ... is preparation."
"Thought it was ingredients. Thought the key was ... "
" ... preparation. In all things."
"Well, it's good," Dotna said, sipping some of her own wine.
"Do you eat meat, Pyro?" Adelaide wondered. "I mean, I don't eat meat. Bugs aren't ... meat, you know, like ... " Most prey simply couldn't stomach meat. But Pyro wasn't ordinary prey.
"I can eat it. But ... I try not to. And, around here, I don't run into it, so ... it's easy to avoid."
A nod.
Their supper consisted of pasta, wheat rolls ... green beans ... they had mostly finished their meals. Though Pyro was chomping on all the leftover rolls. And he reached for another, Field eying the rolls ... as the wolf's paw went for them.
"Want one?" Pyro asked.
A tiny nod.
"Heh ... " Pyro picked one up. Tossed it ...
... and the mouse caught it.
"Good catch."
"I've played basketball since I was five," was the mouse's response.
"Really? We'll have to have a game sometime ... "
A challenging smile. "If you think you can make a game of it ... "
"Ooh," Pyro went, chuckling. "Wow. Is that the alcohol, or ... brazen, mousey confidence?"
A giggling shrug.
"Field, stop eating those rolls ... "
"What? Pyro's had, like, ten!"
"Well, you need to have room for dessert. I made some dessert," Adelaide said, scooting back in her chair. "Okay, the food processor did, but ... "
"So, you really can't cook?" Dotna asked, giggling.
"Hey, I can cook!" Adelaide defended.
Field quietly shook his head ... to the other two furs.
"Field, I can read your mind ... I know what you're doing."
"Nothing gets past her, does it?" Pyro asked. Red eyes gleaming. He was glad that he was ... feeling so welcome, recently, aboard Luminous. That he was ... fitting in. That he had friends. More importantly, had a mate.
"Nothin' ... " ... was Field's rural reply. A smile. "Nothin' gets past her."
Adelaide came back with a plate up cupcake-looking things.
"What are these?" Field pressed. "Cupcakes?"
"No ... "
"Well, what are they ... " He fished in her mind ... for the answer, but she giggled, elusively keeping it from him. Her abilities were far greater, and she could do that ...
"Try one," she whispered, "and find out."
Field picked one from the plate. Held it with both paws, and put it to his nose. Sniffy-sniff ... sniff-twitch. "Mm ... muffins ... "
She watched him. Adorable!
Field took a cautious nibble. And then another. "Mm ... what are they?" he asked.
Adelaide passed the plate around to Pyro and Dotna, who each took a muffin (or two). The bat, waiting for Field to take another bite or two, said, "They're blueberry ... "
Field chew-chewed ...
" ... bug muffins," she finished. Giggling!
Field made a swallowing gulp, blue-grey eyes going (oh, so cutely) wide! He swallowed again, saying, "No, they're NOT."
Adelaide sank into her chair, chittering, shaking her head. Her batty body loose and luxurious, and her wings ... filmy, almost translucent ... and her dark-purple dress (with its shoulder straps). She shook her head. "No," she admitted. "No, they're not, but I ... I had to see your reaction. I had to ... "
Dotna giggled with Adelaide.
Field cast a glance to Pyro ... for some kind of support.
The wolf just shrugged, trying to keep a smile off his muzzle. Took a chomp of a muffin.
"Oh, hey, Pyro," Adelaide said, clearing her throat. "I wanted to ask you something ... "
"Mm?" The wolf looked her way. Taking a gulp of water.
"Well, you need a ... like, a task, right?"
"Well ... "
"I want you to join my Ops team."
"Ops?" He blinked.
"Operations," she said. "I'm the chief operations officer. Part of the senior staff ... " A sip of water ... and one of wine. "No, but ... like, you know, daily ship functions. Like, making sure all departments are working together, communicating together ... as well as planning away missions. I mean, not that we take away missions anymore, but ... like, even if we just go down to the snow rabbit world. Keeping track of ... things." She took a breath. "And keeping up crew morale. Operations," she said, shrugging. Not knowing how else to describe it.
Dotna looked to her mate. "What job did you have on the other Luminous?" she asked.
Pyro hesitated. "A job," was his answer. And immediately saying, "Ops, huh? Well ... sure."
"Yeah?" Adelaide grinned.
"Why not?"
"Great! I'll add you to my team. Now, I mean ... keep in mind that, cause we're sort of stationary, and we're under exile, and we have a price on our heads, and ... all that good stuff," the bat babbled. "Keep in mind that ... we're not operating at full efficiency. Not like we would be if we were part of a fleet and jetting around space."
The wolf nodded.
"You'll need a rank, too, and I don't fancy you're ... wet enough," she said, "to be an ensign. Or a junior grade lieutenant, so ... I'll ask Wren to give you the rank of full lieutenant. I mean, not that ... again," she added. "Not that it means much. We're not part of any fleet anymore, but ... we have to have some kind of ship structure. I don't know ... " She trailed. She, herself, was a lieutenant-commander. While Field was a commander (and the ship's first officer). Dotna was a lieutenant, and part of Rella's security/tactical team ... and Rella was the second officer (and a lieutenant-commander, like Adelaide).
"Well ... thanks," Pyro said. "Heh ... I guess ... " He was relieved (greatly) that the tension that had existed between him and Adelaide since the moment they met ... was starting to fade, and ... a friendship was developing. Not just between him and her, but ... him and Field, and ... Adelaide and Dotna. All four of them. It was a nice feeling ...
"Don't worry. It's nothing overwhelming. Especially in our current ... situation," Adelaide repeated.
"Well, thank you," Pyro said ... genuinely.
Adelaide gave a friendly smile. "You're welcome."
Field downed the rest of his wine ... and shook his head, taking a deep breath. "Mm ... "
"We should play a game now," Adelaide said.
"What kind of game?" Pyro asked.
"Truth or dare," was Dotna's grinning injection.
The wolf turned to her. Frowning. "Truth or dare?"
"Yeah. You ask ... "
"I know what it is," he said, making a face. "Mm ... " But there were truths he was NOT going to just ... spit out. Not in front of such company, especially.
"Don't worry. Nothing ... no heavy questions," Dotna said. Looking around. "Agreed?"
"Yeah ... "
"Sure," said Field, nodding. "But ... I hate coming up with questions. I can answer them well enough, but I hate coming up with them." The last time he'd played this game ... had been with Wren. When they'd been stranded on a desert world. But that had been under ... less relaxing circumstances.
"Alright, okay," said Dotna, her emerald eyes in squinty glow. "Okay, we're all furs, right ... we're all young furs, and we're all tipsy ... "
"I'm not," Pyro interrupted.
"Well, you SHOULD be," Dotna corrected. "Okay, we all SHOULD be tipsy ... " She slid the wolf's wine glass ... closer to him. Eyes widening.
"This is peer pressure," the wolf said.
"Everyone's doing it." A giggle.
Pyro chuckled. "Oh, well ... in that case ... " He took a sip. Made a face.
"Don't like it?" Adelaide asked.
"It's got a chilly ... bite, doesn't it?"
"Well, it's from the snow rabbits," the bat explained. "Everything about them ... has some kind of chilly bite."
"True." A nod. A sip.
"Anyway," Dotna said. "Anyway, truth or dare, okay ... and who goes first?"
"Wait, wait," Field said, piping in. "How are these ... what are these questions gonna be about, anyway?" He had his ideas ... he needn't ask, but ...
"I don't know," was the chipmunk's coy response. "We'll have to ask one ... to find out! Now, who asks first ... "
"I can't believe we're playing this," Pyro said.
"Neither can I," Field added, suddenly nervous.
"Oh, give me a break, you two ... "
"Shall we nix it?" Adelaide suggested, feeling her mate's discomfort.
"No. I mean ... you said 'let's play a game' ... what other game is there to play? I spy?"
"I spy?" asked Pyro.
"I spy a color, and the color is ... or ... I spy something, and its color is ... and you have to tell me what it is."
"The color?"
"No, the object." Dotna shook her head. And she looked around. "Truth or dare?"
"Truth," said Adelaide.
The chipmunk smiled. "Alright ... we'll start out easy," she said, "for everyone. Truth." A hesitation. "I don't wanna start out easy. We're all furs," she reasoned. "We all have ... appetites."
Field flushed.
Adelaide giggled, nodding.
Pyro chuckled into his wine glass.
"Alright, Adelaide. Truth?"
"Yep ... hit me with it ... " She spread her wings. Tipsy. How long had it been ... since she'd last been tipsy in front of other furs? She and Field drank sporadically, privately ... and with good effect (enough to keep them doing it!) ... but neither she nor her mate ever drank in front of other furs, really. Then, again, neither did Dotna ... and the three of them were light-headed. Pyro, still sipping at his wine, was the least tipsy of them ... but, then, he'd come from a harsher realm. A realm where you never let your guard down. Else you wouldn't hear the knife slicing the air behind your shoulder blades.
Field met Pyro's eyes, as if admitting, quietly, "yeah, I don't know how to relax, either, but ... you have to try ... "
Pyro's red eyes darted, and he nodded very quietly. Taking a deep breath. Leaning back. Sipping at his drink. And letting his ears cock.
"Alright, Adelaide ... "
"No, hey, wait," the bat interrupted. "Instead of ... a single-fur truth or dare, let's ... go round the table. One fur asks a question, and every fur has to give an answer. Including the one who asked it."
"Sounds good," Dotna had to admit.
Field let out a breath. "Mm ... " He blinked. Feeling the urge to giggle, but quelling it.
Pyro's eyes darted to the sleeping baby. Her feelers quiet. Dormant. He'd felt those feelers ... Akira would mentally "feel" everyone who came near her. It was the most innocent, curious ... emotion ... she conveyed. And to be brushed by that ... melted one's heart. Even his. He'd never understood why anyone would want children. And he knew that Field and Adelaide hadn't planned to have her. But ... he could feel the love in the room. And the way that, Adelaide, every few minutes, would glance over there ... and how the ripples in the air (denoting her telepathic energy) would flow to the crib. And how Field's ears would swivel in that direction (to listen to the baby's breathing). They were, the both of them, so quietly devoted to their child ... it was heartening to watch ...
"So, what's the first question?" Field asked, whiskers twitching. Nose sniff-twitching. His thin tail snaked loosely ... behind him.
"First question ... your favorite yiff position?" A giggle. "Mm ... Adelaide? And NO one-word answers. Those are no fun ... "
Adelaide took a deep breath. Stretching her neck. Breathing in ... through her nose. "Mm ... hmm ... heh. Top. Top, and ... no lie-down stuff. Like, on top of him," she said, referring (of course) to Field. "On top, and at a straddle ... and I'm not detailing it any further. I gave more than one word ... but, wait. Damn. Alright ... I amend my answer. I love to straddle, but I can't BITE him ... at a straddle, so ... have to amend that. Top. Lie-down." She nodded, as if satisfied with that ...
Pyro chuckled.
"Field?" asked Dotna.
"Well, I guess ... she sorta ... gave mine away. Bottom. On my back, and ... she, uh ... " He tried to think of another word, but couldn't. So, said, blushing, " ... she mounts me. Rides me. Leans down to ... bite me. What ... whatever. Mm." A flush. "Or ... you know, just ... on bottom, or ... not just, like, on my back," he said, "on bottom, but ... between her legs. Like, my muzzle ... " He trailed. Summed it up with, "Subservient positions."
Pyro listened raptly. And then looked around. "Oh ... it's my turn?"
Several nods.
"Huh ... um ... heh." He eyed his wine. Took a few gulps. "Whoo ... okay. Well, I like ... doggy-style."
"Really?" Field asked.
To which, Adelaide, with a cheeky, toothy grin, whispered, "Doesn't everyone?" She was game for ... variation. Sometimes, she would nudge Field into ... taking more dominant stances.
"Heh ... sure. I mean ... I'm a wolf." A shrug. "More comfortable," he admitted, "once I'm knotted and ... stuck in place, also, so ... mm ... " He looked to his mate.
"Well ... I'm gonna be boring, and say ... missionary. I mean, I know I should be a tougher femme than that. I'm a security officer, after all ... heh ... but ... yeah, I ... it's classic. I like his weight on top of me, and how I can wrap all my limbs around ... "
"Mm ... yeah," Adelaide breathed, sighing. "I like that, too ... Field, you're good at that," she said, looking to the mouse. And then back to Dotna. "He's real gentle ... "
"Pyro likes to bite," Dotna confessed. "I mean, nibbles, nips ... you do not KNOW how erotic it is ... "
"I don't KNOW?" Adelaide asked, showing her fangs. "Heh ... hey, I know biting. I know biting," she confided.
"She does," Field whispered bashfully, unable to believe that they were all having this conversation! Were he not tipsy ... he'd probably have turned as pink as his mate's fur ... from bashfulness.
"Ooh," whispered the chipmunk. "Yeah, I've heard rumors about them," she said, of Adelaide's fangs. "About what they can do ... "
"As long as they're only rumors," was Field's reply, as he finished his current glass of wine.
Adelaide chitter-giggled! "Heh ... Field, you're so cute ... he thinks he has no sense of humor." She leaned over to him ... and planted a big kiss on his cheek. And breathed in of his fur. Nosing him. "Mm ... "
Pyro, eyes widening as he watched their nuzzling, felt a paw on his thigh. And turned. Dotna grinning at him ...
Adelaide kissed Field's neck. Kissed, and ... slid out of her own chair, and right into his. Right into his lap. Sitting sideways in his lap, and her arms going round the mouse's neck. Hanging round his neck. As her head, at a tilt ... rested against his. Muzzle to muzzle. Lips to ...
... lips. Dotna had him by his lips! Her lips were nibbling the wolf's ... nibble, nibble. Like the rodent she was. Huff, huff ...
... Adelaide's hot, heated breath onto the mouse's face. His lips. Tongues ... snaking, touching.
Both pairs, on opposite sides of the table ... both femmes now in the laps of their males. And neither male offering true resistance.
Adelaide panted, panted, sucking the mouse's muzzle ... drawing squeaks from him, and ...
... Pyro, flustered, began to growl from the throat ... as Dotna pushed herself upon him.
A minute passed ... kissing, hugging, touching. Until ...
Adelaide pulled away, huffing, dizzy. "Um ... um ... "
"C-call it a night?" Dotna suggested.
"Yes! I mean ... yeah," Adelaide said, swallowing. Licking her own lips. Tasting the taste of Field ... on them. "Yeah, I mean ... we should all call it a night."
"We had the BEST time," Dotna assured, already standing, already pulling Pyro by his paws ... to the door. "We'll have to do it again."
"Definitely," sighed Adelaide, through half-open eyes, as Field's paws ran cooly (and yet hotly) over her belly, her sides, lifting her shirt. She had to telepathically will him ... to keep his paws from pulling it off.
"Night!" Dotna chittered, the doors swishing ... Pyro looking (pleasantly) bewildered as, tail wagging, he was pulled out and away (destination: their own quarters).
Adelaide, when they were alone, turned her full attention back to Field. "Well," she breathed. "You gonna take my shirt off, or what?"
A giggle ... a shy darting of his eyes. "I was going to ... "
"Yeah?" she exhaled onto his neck.
A sigh from him. "We're drunk," he realized.
"We sure are," she said, latching round his neck. A giggle. Nosing him.
He giggle-squeaked. "That tickles," he breathed.
"Does it?" A beam. "Does it, now ... mm ... " Nosy-nose! "Heh ... mm ... you're the one who noses. Mouses nose. Nose me, Field. Nose me ... "
"Just ... nose you?" he asked, running his nose along her neck, under her chin (which she raised, huffing, eyes closed). "Just ... nose ... "
"Oh, I want more than your nose," she breathed.
"Promise?" Sucking on the side of her cheek.
Her head tilted, eyes squeezed shut, she quivered in response. "Oh, yes ... "
He was there ... again. In the simulation room.
Again.
Late at night. Again. Always, he reserved it ... for late at night. And because he was a senior officer, he got priority on any waiting list. Luminous had two simulation rooms. And eighty-three furs. It seemed that (especially nowadays) one of the rooms was constantly in use by someone or another ...
And he tried to tell himself this wasn't an addiction. This was no different than browsing libraries of yiffy art in the computer database ... it was no different than ... role-playing over anonymous comm frequencies. It was no different ...
"Mm ... mm ... "
He'd wanted to fuck a femme tonight. He'd had it, at the moment, with males ... damn Wren. Damn Wren and him ... yanking at his heart. Like I'm some kind of toy, Kody fumed? Wren had, recently, confessed his past to Rella (in entirety), and ... had chosen to remain devoted to her. Had chosen to stay straight.
"He's ... he's going straight," Kody huffed (with a buck of his hips). "Straight to ... self-induced delusion. He knows ... he wants me ... " Was that ego? Was it egotistical to assume that? No ... not based on Wren's actions, Kody defended. No ...
But, then, Wren had ... seemed lighter, more relaxed. Especially since that ion storm ... Rella must be messing with him ...
Well, she's attractive, Kody admitted to himself. You'd do her, wouldn't you? Hey, you like femmes ... why are you mad that HE likes femmes?
You don't even love him ... so much as ... you love the fact that ... when you were together, you OWNED him. His devotion, his ... he let you use him. You ...
... shut up, shut up, shut up. You don't know what you're talking about ...
"Mm ... ooh ... "
"Huh ... huhn ... " ... mm ... okay, I'll ... shut up, Kody told himself. Being diplomatic. Honestly, couldn't he ever leave himself alone?
"Ohhh," moaned his simulated partner. A deer. A doe ... she was programmed to respond to him, to know what he liked. To learn. Adapt. He'd programmed her to ...
"C-computer, remove doe ... "
The doe shimmered ... and vanished away.
Kody huffed in frustration, sitting up in the wobbly, wavy waterbed. In this room full of bubbles which were being blown in from who-knew-where ... he just had liked the feel of bubbled oh-so-gently sticking to (and popping on) his fur. SO erotic ... but ... this wasn't working. He wasn't feeling it. Oh, it felt good, but ... he wanted more. Didn't everyone? No, he ... new partner. New partner.
He closed his eyes and tried to remember his list of simulated characters ... the ones he'd made. He'd become a self-learned expert at holographic technology. Because of his yiff obsession. Because he could never hold on to a mate. Because he was either afraid of (or hated) true commitment. Because he was lone ...
Your own fault, he whispered to himself.
"I wanted something with hooves," he said aloud, sighing ... as he tugged as his flaccid, pink penis. He pawed himself with his left paw. "Something ... hoofed. No, or ... something more real ... " A pause. Something more real. His heart sank. But this WAS real ... anyway, it ... he frowned. Shut up, he told himself! "Doe ... give me my doe back," he demanded of the computer. He might as well stick with her ... she was good enough. He was too tired to start over again ...
And the doe shimmered back into view, immediately getting back to work ... her pussy was moist and perfectly pink. Was raw with heat. Was loose ... oh, he liked them loose ... oh, oh ...
... oh, this was real. As real as he wanted it to be.
Which was never real enough.