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Hello again. Just wanted to apologize for the delay, work has been strenuous lately. However, here is the next chapter. I felt it necessary to develop each character's various relationships with others a bit more. Hopefully that won't stop you from reading, because the next few chapters will be getting hotter than the previous few. Just hang in there and keep reading! Next chapter will be up by Thursday, NO LATER!

I promise. :)

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Lucas slept uneasily; his dreams clouded with uneasiness. He tried to turn but met some resistance, his arm caught on something. Whatever it was, it murred happily; Lucas could feel it wrap around his chest. Lifting an arm, he sleepily opened an eye, straining to see what was attached to him. The room spun lazily, dimly lit by the Florida sun striving to shine through closed blinds. Groggily, Lucas sat up, immediately noticing that he was sleeping on the lounge couch-- with Ana!

Her bare chest, delicately rising and falling to a sleepy tempo, lay on top of Lucas' chest; he felt her snuggle closer to him, nuzzling his chest with her face. They lay on the couch, snuggling under a shared blanket; her fluffy, white tail draped across his bare legs. Lucas realized he was clad only in boxers, the flap undone; his soft flesh lying limp, exposed. Ana, as Lucas noted, wore nothing. Any cloudiness that still plagued Lucas dissipated instantly. He remembered most of what they had done last night!

"That sneaky bitch!" Lucas thought, remembering how she had gotten him drunk, stripped sexily for him and how he went down on her. Upon recalling his trip south, Lucas noticed a lingering aroma in the room. Ana's scent still hung heavily on his chest and face, he could almost taste her sweetness. His cock, twitching in response, refocused Lucas' quickly derailing train of thought; Ana stirred as she felt Lucas moving slightly. Pleasantly dreaming of him, she almost woke up when his cock twitched, barely dragging itself along her dampening slit. 'Ssnnckk' Ana attempted to suck in breath. "Mmm.... not yet... a few more minutes," Ana whispered, turning for air, drooling a bit because her tongue lazily hung out of her barely open mouth.

Lucas froze; he had felt his bare loins slide against something warm and inviting. He breathed deeply, struggling to restrain himself, as his stiffening flesh protested.

"Oh. My. God... Did we have sex last?!" Lucas thought, his last, hazy memories of Ana's massive orgasm. Shocked, Lucas nearly jumped off the couch; Ana yelped, startled by the sudden disappearance of her comfy support. Her face smacked directly into the couch cushions, as Ana attempted to spit out, "What the?"; Lucas heard Ana trying to say something, although her voice was muffled, her face buried in the pillows.

Ana, after being jarred violently out of her dream-scape, quickly surveyed the room. She filed away some of the lingering, pleasant thoughts that she still had as she watched Lucas. Lucas was a blur of motion; he was looking for his shirt and pants, one sock hung loosely off his foot. He raced around the room; Ana noted how it was very reminiscent of a dog sniffing for a trace. Ana grinned, and rolling over so that the blanket fell away, asked innocently, "Need help?". Lucas paused, intent on glaring at her, but instead his gaze met her heavy breasts; Lucas' tongue got stuck in his mouth, and he mumbled something incoherent.

"I'm sorry, you'll have to speak up," Ana replied, breathing deeply and sitting up on the couch, the blanket falling to gather around her feet. Bare, and exposed, Ana shivered; her body quivered sexily, each curve dancing gracefully. Lucas' eyes followed every jiggle, his focus lost. The part of his brain that he had ignored yesterday came roaring back; it barked at Lucas, snapping him to full attention. Lucas spun on his heels, determined to not fall for her siren-like tactics, although his speedily thickening member would argue otherwise. He heard Ana giggle, as she began to hum to herself, moving quietly, possibly trying to locate her discarded panties.

"I've got to ask, and, I swear that you'd better tell me the truth.... Did we have sex last night?" Lucas calmly asked, through gritted teeth, fearing what she would say. His hands were busy; they were trying to ease his member back into it's cloth cage, and button it shut. Ana watched Lucas rock on his heels, as she stretched, trying to see what he was doing with his hands. "Oh, sexy! He's jacking off to me, but trying to be sly about it! I am so hot!" Ana thought triumphantly to herself, her own arousal rising.

"Um. Would you define eating me out as sex? Cuz, if so, then you ravished me," Ana mused, moaning quietly as she remembered the pleasure she had felt last night.

Lucas heard Anastasia moaning to herself, and trying his best to ignore her, he stammered, "NO. I meant, did we, that is, I.... Um, damn!" Lucas struggled, trying to think of the best way to ask. Ana stared at him, as she slid on her panties.

"OH. You mean, did you stick it in me?" Ana asked, grinning widely, as Lucas turned to gaze to her, clearly desperate for closure.

Ana could not keep smirking, seeing how pained Lucas looked. Sighing to herself, she thought "I guess toying with him now would be bad..." She also saw that he had buttoned up, the tent slowly descending.

"Fine. Be a spoilsport. No, you didn't fuck me with your dick. Although, that part of you still looks interested, and the offer still stands..." Ana said, turning away and bending over the couch's edge; she raised her tail up and smacked her ass, while eyeing Lucas' suddenly raging hard-on.

Lucas blushed brightly, almost matching his ruddish fur. He was about to respond, when from downstairs, they both heard the door chime.

"Honey? Are you home? I hope you don't mind the surprise visit," a female voice hollered. "I picked up some breakfast!"

"We wanted to surprise you, and I wanted to inspect my pride and joy," a male's voice deeply announced. A moment later, after Lucas swore he heard somebody get smacked, the voice continued, hurriedly, "I mean you, of course! You're my only pride and joy."

Lucas, whose complexion turned paler than a ghost's, realized who exactly was downstairs. Ana's mother and father, the latter being the fur responsible for constructing and designing many of the artzy, ritzy clubs and businesses. He also designed and constructed this apartment complex, which he left Anastasia in charge of. Ana's father believed that Ana should work for her allowance; Ana believed her father had left her in charge, because of her excellent people skills. "Too bad the residents only have to deal with Ana once a month. More than that, and they'd go insane!" Lucas thought to himself, as he heard Ana's parents move around downstairs.

"Daddy is here! My parents are here! Great, now you and I can tell them we love each other!" Ana gleefully chortled. She hopped slightly in the air, clapping her hands together. Ana started for the door, still bare-chested, intent to announcing herself. Lucas moved quickly; he grabbed and restrained Ana before she could open the door.

Ana looked into Lucas' eyes; she was surprised but alert. Lucas clasped a hand over her muzzle, and shook his head quietly. "No, we aren't. Your Dad'll kill me. Plus, last night was a drunken mistake. Explaining that would be worse," Lucas whispered.

Immediately, tears began to well up in Ana's eyes, her amber-golden orbs shaking slightly. "Please, Ana. Listen. We'll talk more about what we feel about each other later, I promise, but first I have got to get out of here. Don't tell them the details if they ask; I definitely think they'll notice what you did last night," Lucas whispered, pleading.

Ana, choking back tears, nodded, her mood sullen. Lucas released her muzzle, and pushing away her bangs, kissed her forehead. "Distract them, I've got to climb down to the first floor," Lucas told Ana, motioning towards the lounge door that led outside.

Ana's parents, having heard the movement upstairs, started up the stairs.

"Honey, are you in the lounge?" Ana's mother asked, following with "Are you at least decent?" Lucas made a mental note; Ana's mother certainly knew her daughter.

Hearing the heavy footfalls of someone approaching, Lucas quietly tip-toed across the room, and, sliding the door open, slipped out, remembering to shut the door behind him.

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Lucas barely managed to duck out of view, when the inner lounge doors opened. Ana's parents entered just as Ana found her wrinkled, stained chenogsam. Ana turned and greeted her parents, holding the expensive dress in front of her breasts.

"Hey Dadday! Hey Mommy!" she waved, the dress slipping slightly, exposing a bit of nipple. Her mother, just sighed; her father didn't seem to notice. His face was scrunched up, as if he smelled the air.

"Hmm, seems like you had a fun evening," Ana's father sternly noted. As he walked towards the couch and Ana, he said, "Whew! If my nose is right, it was definitely a good night!"

Ana's father was dressed smartly; his expensive Armani suit expertly tailored to fit him like a second fur; his watch and sunglasses, both easily worth more that three times Lucas' rent. He stood with a proud bearing, the rigid stance developed in the army, his arms crossed behind his back. His hundred-dollar hair-cut was perfect. It was dyed slightly, to expertly hide the greying fur. He looked nothing like his daughter. He had dark, almost black fur, with a light tan above his eyes and around his cheeks. His hands, and presumably his arms were also light tan. His tail hung obediently behind him; it was shorter and less bushy than Ana's or her mother's.

Ana's mother, outraged at her husband's lack of discretion, yelled, "James. Please show some dignity around your daughter. She acts like this because you act like that."

Ana's mother walked around the room, picking up various articles of clothing, her face wrinkled, betraying her disgust. If Lucas had been present, he would have been able to see where Ana got her looks. Ana's mother looked like Ana, if Ana were older; they both had the same immaculate white fur, constantly groomed and maintained to perfection. Her breasts were larger than Ana's, but Ana always assumed that it was because of leftover pregnancy pounds; any other extra pregnancy weight had slimmed away thanks to proper dieting and exercises. Her mother also had the same long, full, soft tail Ana had, although Ana's was better conditioned. The only thing that could truly separate mother from daughter in family photos was Ana's mother's hair; it was a light strawberry-blonde, streaked with some highlights from the salon.

"Lighten up, honey. I feel proud to know that my daughter has such a fufilling sexual life, you know, like something we could have," he stated, avoiding a glare. He quickly added, "At the very least, they definitely know the buttons to turn on my daughter. At least Annie had enough sense to put her panties back on. We can be thankful we didn't arrive earlier. Otherwise, we might have seen him buried to the balls in our lovely daughter," James joked, "As I recall, when we met, you weren't all that different..." James trailed off, seeing his wife standing still, a look of shock and embarrassment splayed across her face.

"How dare YOU... Infuriating! This is honestly why I dread social engagements with you. You never stop talking early enough," Ana's mother replied crossly, the red in her face disappearing, as she brought a hand to her face.

Ana's father, James, crossed the room and embraced his wife, saying, "Hannelore. Look me in the eye, please. I'm sorry I'm embarrassed you in front of our daughter---," James motioned to Ana to join them, and continued, " and presumably her fling for the evening." James directed his last statement to the door that marked the lounge bathroom, thinking her daughter's lover to be inside. Hanne, already tired of the day's joking, pushed away from her husband, and sighing, sat down on a chair. Ana joined her mother, who helped her zip up the dress she has struggled to slip back into. Her mother tsked her for spilling wine on such a lovely dress, as James walked across the room and rapped on the bathroom door.

"Hello? It's alright. You can show yourself, I won't bite, but I bet my daughter does...." James said wickedly, waiting for the groan from his wife. He loved teasing her; he loved playing the crude American, and since she was a European who considered herself to be a somewhat cultured and refined, every time he could embarrass her he did so, sometimes with too much gusto. But, every time, he apologized and did something sweet and loving for her. "Hmm, as so far today, I'll have to buy her that earring set she wanted. That should even things out. But, one more couldn't hurt...."

James waited for a response from the bathroom, but hearing none, he cautiously opened it, finding it empty. Scanning the room, James asked, "Where is the lucky-I-hope-no-longer-stiff? You'd think Annie would've worn him out like the others." James shot a wink to his daughter, who blushed slightly, alarmed at her father's intimate knowledge of her 'exploits'.

"James, that's enough. Come sit down, so we can eat lunch and catch up on things," Hanne said, as she waved him back over. "There will time later for shaming your daughter," she continued, thinking to herself, "Especially when I'M out of earshot."