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Ears swiveling at the 'easy listening' music being played over the store's intercom, Meadow stopped halfway down the brightly-lit, white-tiled aisle. What song is this? This was on a movie soundtrack, wasn't it? Bordered on both sides by noodles, tomato sauces, and rice, the petite, golden-furred harvest mouse shook her head and double-checked her grocery list. Unsweetened vanilla almond milk. Egg whites. Multi-grain cereal. Her blue eyes darted to her shopping cart. Check, check, check.

It was eight-o'clock on a Friday night, the perfect time to run errands. Stores were ghost towns on weekday nights. Much more relaxing, especially compared to daylight hours. As for weekends? Consumer war-zones. Avoid at all costs.

The mouse's pink nose sniffed.As an expert in social awkwardness, I should write an introvert's handbook. It'd be a best-seller. I'd become famous! Which, as an introvert, I don't want. Hmm. Oh, well. Maybe someone already beat me to it. Saves me the trouble.

Without further delay, she moved toward the end of the aisle. She wasn't a big on pasta, so there wasn't anything she needed in this-

Ker-clunk, clunk, clunk!

"Ugh." Her round, dishy ears arched. I hate wobbly wheels! Why didn't you test your cart out before you took it? You're always in such a hurry. She was just going to have to endure it. But it's so distracting! I can feel everyone looking at me when I go past. At least, I_ think _ that's the reason ...

Reaching the end of the aisle, she turned left until she was headed the opposite direction into the next one: granola, nuts, crackers, and general snack items.

Ker-clunk! Clunk!

Her whiskers twitched, ropy tail whipping stiffly behind her. So many granola bars. There must've been fifty different kinds! And you don't _ need _ any of them. Self-control. The white chocolate macadamia bars called to her, though. Yum. Candy bars in healthy wrappers. That's all they are. Next.

Meadow kept moving, grabbing a bag of loose vanilla-almond granola. Wheat-free, low sugar. Her preferred brand. You always get this kind. Live a little. Get the honey-pecan, instead! Or the cinnamon-sunflower! She made a face. "I don't like honey. And cinnamon makes me sneeze. I like_this_ kind. It's my favorite." It's so boring, though! You always get the same stuff. "That just means I know what I like." No, it means you're-

"Shut up." She then added, as a matter of self-courtesy, "Please."

Arguing with herself, in addition to making her appear crazy, wasn't going to get this over any faster. She needed to get home by ten to catch the newest episode of that time travel show. But her inner voice was especially stubborn, tonight.

You have expensive tastes. Why can't you just eat grilled cheese sandwiches or macaroni every night like a normal mouse? Simple, cheap, and easy. Do you really _ need _ all these fancy granola snacks? And these fresh, perishable greens? And quinoa and red rice? And sweet potatoes? And apples? And pistachios? And-

"Yes, I do need them," she insisted, adding, "How do we think we keep our pert, healthy figure?"

Health is overrated.

"Our lack of medical bills disagrees."

Yeah, but with a diet like this, you'll probably live 'til you're ninety-five or something! Do you _ really _ want to be alive that long? Think about it. Have you even planned for that? Wouldn't it be easier to go when you're seventy?

She ignored herself, refusing to engage in such a macabre either/or. Instead, she steered her cart toward the nuts.

Ker-clunk, clunk, clunk!

She stopped, blew out a breath, and scanned the options. Peanuts of all kinds, walnuts, hazelnuts. Pistachios. Yes. Her favorite. Had to have 'em. She reached for an eight-ounce bag of the 'lightly salted' and tossed it in her cart, doing a quick estimate of her tally. Hmm. There's at least ... fifty-five, sixty dollars in there, now, and I'm not quite finished.

Yeah, and you go to the grocery, what, once a week? You must spend three hundred a month on food. You could get by on less!

Hey, mouses have fast metabolisms. We're scurry-ful, okay? We twitch and stuff. Common knowledge. Have to fuel that energy somehow. She shook her head, wondering why she was so cranky tonight. The holidays were over. Family commitments had waned. _For now._It was a brand new year! She should feel rejuvenated!

"Changing the date doesn't change reality," she reminded herself. "The calendar isn't alive. It has no healing powers ... and no vendetta, either." She'd noticed that a lot last year: furs anthropomorphizing time. It was becoming a pet peeve of hers. Blaming an abstract concept for concrete circumstances doesn't help anything. It's not 2016's fault famous furs died. It's not 2016's fault the public was stupid enough to elect-

But you're _ not _ cranky, right?

"I'm_not_," she insisted.

No?

"Well ... "

You_ need _ to relax!

She knew that. But, lately, she'd been unremittingly tense. That's the word. Not just mentally but physically, too. The joys of having an anxiety disorder._She rolled her neck around. She could feel it in her muscles. A tightness, as if everything was stretched within an inch of snapping. And, politics and death aside, it surely had _nothing to do with having gone over half a year without any ... well, to put it politely, 'intimate contact.' Her whiskers twitched. Not so much as a hug or a kiss, let alone-

"I get it," she insisted, ears flushing red. "I'm in a dry spell."

Dry spell? Isn't that putting it mildly? Seven months, now! Or is it eight? She'd had a string of steady hook-ups going for a while, but then ... nada.What happened? What changed? Is it just bad luck or is it something I can fix?

It didn't help her mood that it was the dead of winter. Cold, grey, and empty, the scenery stripped bare. It exacerbated her loneliness.It exacerbates everything. If it were summer, lush and warm, full of sun, I could distract myself more easily. I'd be fine. Right? She forced a big smile onto her face. Right!

The smile didn't last, though. Oh,who was she kidding? Distractions only went so far. I'm not going to suddenly forget I want to get laid! Hell, it's not even a want at this point. It's a _need_!

The butterscotch harvest mouse furtively looked around, as if afraid a passing customer was hearing her silent, horny confessions.

So, what do you suggest we do? We've never had luck with steady boyfriends. Just flings. A canine/coyote hybrid. A panther, an otter, a duck. The diverse list went on. None of those encounters, as pleasurable as they'd been at the time, had threatened to blossom into anything more. Is there something about me that screams 'not relationship material?' Am I too neurotic? No one wants a high-strung partner.

Oh, my god. Meadow. Look, who the fuck cares? Just get on with it. You've been standing here for five minutes! Do you wanna watch your show tonight or not? Frowning at her own rebuke, she folded her list and shoved it into her pocket.It's because I'm a mouse. That's it, isn't it?

She rolled her eyes. Not this again ...

What? Don't beat around the bush, Meadow! If you were in a random line-up of potential dates, females only and beauty quotient being more or less equal, a tiger or wolf would _ always _ get chosen before a mouse. Before you. Or any rodent. Can you deny it? Species-ism is real. Predators have more social currency. There's an imbalance of power.

"You can't blame your lack of sex on society," she scoffed under her breath. Even if her laments had kernels of truth, and they certainly did, they were also doubling as excuses.

That's just as bad as blaming the calendar for your problems.You wanna know why you're single? You never put yourself out there! You don't _ happen _ to things. You meekly wait for them to happen to you. You know what the most attractive quality is? Confidence. And you don't have it. So, don't blame anyone but you.

I happen to be naturally submissive. Nothing I can do about that.

No, but your personality needs a complete-

"Meadow?!"

Jarred from her thoughts, the harvest mouse twitched, blinked, and looked ahead. No one there. So, she spun around and-

"It_is_ you!" exclaimed the taller, beefier figure, looking like a strange cross between a giraffe and a zebra. His black, jutting ears contrasted to the white, ghostly color of his cheeks, while a reddish-brown spilled down the center of his face and muzzle, ending with a grey nose. The same auburn hue extended to his neck, chest and belly, while his were limbs were striped black and white. Not all of that was visible right now. He had jeans on. And a heavy winter jacket. But Meadow knew from ... well, uh, she knew.

"You still recognize me, right?" he joked when she didn't respond. Hard, black hooves clicking on the tiled floor, he advanced toward her, also pushing a shopping cart.

"Of c-course, Sol," Meadow stammered after a moment. Sol. An okapi. One of her exes. "Yeah. I do. Um ... hi." She swallowed, feeling her ears burn. I can't believe this is happening ...

"Am I making you blush? Heh. You're cute as ever, you know? Cuter, even."

Trying not to smile at the blatant flattery, the harvest mouse hugged herself. "Thanks."

"So, wow, it's been-" Sol, having stopped in front of her, stood up straight. He was almost a foot taller. "Oh, man. What, a year? Year and a half?" He tilted his head. "Or has it been two?"

"Something like that."

"How've you been?" he asked casually.

"Oh, uh ... fine, I guess," she continued, clearing her throat. "I'm fine. The usual." Sol was the last legitimate relationship she'd had, even if it had only lasted a month or so. Ultimately, they'd found they didn't have much in common other than ... well ... she blushed, avoiding eye contact. Yeah. It just hadn't worked out, is all. She'd wanted more. Something definite. He'd just wanted to have fun. So, they'd drifted apart amicably. No hard feelings.

No hard feelings? Then why do I still remember crying over it?

If I recall, he didn't declare that he _ didn't want a long-term relationship at the start. He only told me after we slept together ... one too many times. I got attached. I felt led on. Or maybe ... did he communicate his desires clearly and I ignored them? Maybe I was being obliviously romantic. I wanted a relationship so bad, I was seeing what I wanted to see. We had sex a few hours after we met,_ _after all. He probably assumed it was a spur-of-the-moment, rules-free arrangement. I_ probablyrushed in, emotionally. Maybe we were both at fault. Maybe-

"The usual, huh? Sounds interesting," he said politely.

"Mm-hmm."Her eyes, bashfully avoiding his, went to the floor.

"Like 'em?" he said of the black, rubber 'socks' stretched over his hooves.

"What? Oh." She blinked. "I almost didn't notice."

"I went for the 'seamless blend' style. They had neon varieties, but those were a bit _too_flamboyant for me. Gotta wear 'em for the snow and ice. Gives me traction. Hooves don't have a lot of natural grip. Or any, really. It's not fun to fall on your ass when you're as tall and heavy as me."

"I'd imagine not. They're not so bad, though. I have to wear some silly things myself," Meadow said, pulling her ear-mittens and tail-sock out of her coat pockets. She showed him and then shoved them back out of sight.

"Aw. I remember those! They make you look even even more adorable," he said with a big, bright smile.

"Well, they keep my fleshy parts from getting frostbit, at least," she said, trying to deflect his compliments.You don't want to get too buttered up, or _ you'll _be the one losing grip. "How ... how are you?" she stammered.

"I'm fine. Or I was. In the past minute, I've been upgraded to great."

Again, Meadow tried to curtail a smile. But she couldn't help it. The compliments felt really_good, especially considering the shaky state her self-esteem had been in. _He's flirting with me. He must still like me. And, as the shock of seeing him wore off, she found herself reciprocating.

Sure, they'd stopped seeing each other for a reason, but they were both adults, right? They could get along. They could have a simple conversation. She couldn't help but think about how often he used to make her laugh. He'd say the funniest things without trying. He was polite, too. Maybe not the sharpest tool in the shed. He wasn't a scholar, but-

Neither are you.

Besides, he definitely has the biggest tool! And thickest! And-

Meadow!

What? It's true! Okapis are practically, like, horses' cousins or something.

I don't need to be reminded of his ... attributes. In fact, she was practically squirming in place thinking about them. They'd actually met in a gym when she'd walked into the wrong locker room and accidentally saw him naked. So, in a way, their relationship was physical from the start. That couldn't be helped. It was woven into the fabric of their dynamic.

But don't you want more than that? Don't you _ need _ more? He can give me a good time, but ... life isn't all fun and games. I have anxiety issues. He's rarely serious. I'm older than him. He's in his 20's. I'm in my 30's. I want someone who I can start thinking about the future with. I want-

You're being so picky! You need to learn how to compromise. That's what life is. Constant course-correction. No one lives in a straight line.

"Meadow?"

"Mm?" She blinked, gripping the front of her shopping cart a little too tightly. She released it and smoothed at her jacket. Why do you always put yourself down? She didn't know. She hated struggling with her self-esteem. It sucks. Taking slow, steady breaths, she struggled not to break down and cry. That would probably scare him away for good.

"You just seemed a little ... distracted?" he said, expression growing more concerned. His ears flapped. "You sure you're okay?"

"I'm fine," she repeated weakly. She hadn't expected seeing him again would make her this emotional.

The okapi nodded but didn't seem to buy it. "I thought about texting or calling you a few times."

Meadow looked up. "Really?"

"Mm-hmm. But I sorta chickened out." Smiling sheepishly, he rubbed at his neck. "Since we left on fairly good terms, though, I couldn't help but wonder ... " He surveyed the contents of her cart as he finished, "I didn't want to be pushy, though. Didn't want to be one of 'those' guys. And when we stopped seeing each other, it was early spring? I think? Yeah. Spring and summer are the busiest times at the parks department," he said, of his job in town. "So, I got swamped and time passed and ..." He trailed off, which Meadow took to mean he'd hooked up with someone else.

The mouse remained quiet.

"I'm not making you uncomfortable, am I?" He paused. "Should I go?"

"No!" she said quickly. "I mean, no, I just-" She stopped herself as a coyote pushed a cart past them. Waiting until he was out of earshot, she continued quietly, "I'm just surprised, is all. I didn't expect to ... " She trailed off, a bit tongue-tied. "Well."

"See me again?"

"I guess." Way to be lame, Meadow. Way to state the obvious.

"What about you? Did you ever think about calling or texting me?" the younger okapi wondered, trying to determine if there was still mutual interest.

Meadow nodded slowly.

"Aw!"

"But I ... I felt it was best that ... I mean, you're ... and, also, I knew you'd, uh ... " She stammered incoherently. Her adrenaline surged as she summoned up the nerve to ask, "So, are you-"

"I've had a few," he said, knowing where she was going. Or thinking he did. "Nothing permanent. But, then, that's not what I'm looking for."

"I know," she whispered.

Another moment of silence.

Sol broke the stalemate by asking, "What about you? How you been faring in that 'department'?"

She shrugged. Then, realizing she should probably give verbal answer, muttered, "Same, really ... "

"Don't mean to embarrass you, hun," Sol said, the word of affection almost subconscious. "I was prying. It's none of my business. I was just-"

"It's okay," she said.

"You sure?"

The mouse shrugged again, trying to appear nonchalant. She wondered if he could hear how fast her prey heart was beating?

"Mm. So." Straightening his tall, striped figure, Sol looked over at the shelves, flicking his whip-like, brush-tipped tail. "Nuts?" He then looked back to her. He couldn't help but grin as he said, "Not on my list. Already got some."

Meadow huffed out a breath. That was such a Sol thing to say. And it also happens to be the truth.

"Was that a smile?"

"No." Unfortunately, Meadow's face betrayed her.

"And dimples?!"

"No!" She rubbed at her cheeks. "Well. Maybe."

"Heh." The okapi, cognizant that he might be holding her up, asked, "Say, uh ... you have any plans this weekend, by chance?"

"Plans?" she squeaked, eyes widening. Why's he asking about my plans? What's he gonna-

"Yeah, I'm not doing anything. There's a few big basketball games on. Local teams." When they'd met, the same night she'd seen him naked in the gym? They'd played basketball together. "In fact, Butler and Purdue play each other! Your team and my team, right? You could come over to my place. We could watch it!"

"Right."Watch ... basketball. Damn, he's a smooth customer. Nothing phases him. Something in common that isn't sex, though? That's good, right? I mean, you were gonna watch the game anyway.is Would it be so bad to have some company? To go over to your ex's house at night and ... watch the game.

Sol raised his brow, waiting for more. An acceptance. A rejection. Anything.

"Well ... maybe, uh ... your TV _is_bigger than mine," she mumbled. Everything was bigger with him. She felt a tingling deep in her body.

"Yeah, it is," he murmured, eyes glinting playfully. "It's 4K, too," he bragged. "So, game starts at seven. Say ... six-thirty? I'll get us pizza." This also hearkened back to their first date. They'd eaten at a pizza place.

Maybe she was overcome by how familiar and comfortable the scenario sounded, or maybe she couldn't ignore the subtext that hinted at more than watching sports. Subtext? It might as well be the headline, Meadow! It's so _ obvious _ _what's going to happen if you say yes._But she couldn't help herself, couldn't stop from saying, "Sure. That sounds really nice."

"Great! I'll see you then."

"Uh-huh."

"I'm so glad I saw you. Just-" He shook his head, grinning, unable to find the words. "It's made my day. I'll see you tomorrow night, mousey!"

Meadow nodded again and waved as they resumed their separate paths through the store. When he was out of sight, she let out a sigh of relief and exhaustion. Chance encounters could take a lot out of you. "I hope I haven't gotten myself into anything I'm going to regret," she whispered.

Does that include him getting into you?

She pretended not to think about that while she finished her shopping. But the tingling from before? It got worse.

"Just in time! Was going to call you. You have any problems getting here?" Sol asked as a chilly, shivering Meadow entered his apartment. There was worry in his voice. It was the next evening. Saturday. 6:53. "News says the roads are starting to ice up." It had started raining mid-afternoon, and with the temperature dropping it was segueing into freezing rain.

"T-they are, yeah," she said, teeth chattering. "Took twice as long as it should've."

"You could've canceled," Sol assured. "I would've understood."

"I made it here in one piece. Don't worry about it." _Hah? A professional worrier telling someone not to worry? That's rich._It had been a stressful commute, though. Not having four-wheel drive, she'd driven below the speed limit to avoid any slide-offs. Unsurprisingly, she'd been tailed a few times by impatient, speedy drivers, their headlights blindingly filling her rear-view mirror. It had rattled her.

She was honestly worried about getting home. She lived outside town limits, in the countryside. By the time she left Sol's apartment, conditions would probably be worse out there. At least in town they salted the streets, but-

"Let me take your coat, hun," the okapi offered.

"Thanks," she said softly, trying not to worry as she wriggled out of it, revealing a loose, navy-blue Butler hoodie. She wore a white t-shirt beneath it, in addition to light-colored blue jeans.

"Came dressed for the occasion. Good!" he said, patting his chest. He had a black-and-gold Purdue sweatshirt on. "Will make taunting you easier."

"You know we're going to win," the mouse said of her team.

"Can't stop a train," Sol playfully countered, of his team's mascot. "You gonna wear those the whole time?" he teased.

"Oh. Right." Her ear-mittens and tail-sock. She still had them on. She quickly yanked them off and handed them over.

"Hope it's not too toasty in here for you," Sol said as he put away her winter gear. "I don't have thick fur. Just this thin, hairy hide."

Meadow, offering no complaint, followed the okapi into his living room. The lights were dimmed and his fifty-inch 4K television was already on, set to the sports channel. A pizza box was on the coffee table in front of the couch, along with a few cans of soda. "Looks like you're ready to go. I'm sorry I didn't get here-"

"No problem! Really. Just glad you're okay." He gestured at the pizza box. "It's still warm enough. Got us a plain cheese. Nothing fancy."

"Thanks," she said as she took a seat on the couch.

Sol sat beside her, and they began to dig into their meal as the game tipped off. They each offered the occasional commentary or cheer with a few grumbles mixed in. But while the game was mostly enjoyable, there was something weighing them both down. Finally, at halftime, the okapi decided to address it.

"Butler's up twelve." The okapi sounded slightly surprised.

"Don't worry. We've never met a halftime lead we could keep. It'll be a tie game five minutes into the second half."

"I think you're hedging your bets. Anti-jinxing. You're afraid of getting heartbroken."

Meadow, running a paw through her head-fur, swallowed and fumbled for a response. "What, uh, makes you say that?"

"Just a hunch." He adjusted his position on the couch. "Anything can still happen, hun. That's why they play the game." He looked into Meadow's eyes. "Right?"

All of a sudden, she felt her heart hammering in her breast. No, not hammering. That was too tame. Racing? What game are we talking about? Cause it's no longer basketball. She knew the answer to that, though. She wasn't oblivious. The mating game. The petite rodent suddenly felt hot all over, head to toe. Maybe if she played dumb, she wouldn't have to admit how much she-

"You wanna-"

"Yes," she blurted.

"Fuck," he finished.

"That wasn't a question, hun," the okapi replied dominantly, cupping her cheek and strumming her whiskers with a thumb. His powerful nostrils snorted. "I'm not surprised by your eagerness, though. I can _smell_your desire. Almost since you came through the door."

Meadow nearly melted then and there.

The okapi, knowing he had a green light, growled lowly and sniffed about her head-fur, nibbling and kissing at her big, delicate ears while simultaneously reaching down to unbuckle his belt and undo his pants. He nodded at her, wanting a returned favor. "Lemme see those tits."

Meadow, throat dry, swallowed and clumsily pulled her hoodie up and over her shoulders, past her head. Dropping it, she then arched and wriggled out of her t-shirt, as well. Her whiskers were stiff and wildly twitching.

"Shouldn't hide something so beautiful." Sol unhooked her bra and pried it off. Her breasts, fairly supple for her body size, jiggled loosely. "Ah, yeah," he sighed lustily, pushing her back until she was horizontal on the couch. He proceeded to hunch over her body, bumping her bare, creamy-white mounds with his velvety snout. He briefly toggled between them, unable to choose. Deciding on the left, he suckled on it intently, as if nursing from her.

"Mm," the mouse whimpered, paws opening and closing before moving to the back of his head. Was this really happening? Oh, yes!"Mm ... "

After a minute, once her nipples were wet and hard, he popped off, blowing breaths upon them in an attempt to evaporate his own saliva and induce shivering sensations.

It worked. Meadow arched. "Ah!"

Sol, hand on her belly, pressed her back down, kissing up her neck until they were nose-to-nose, eye-to-eye. Reaching down, he freed himself from his boxer-briefs. He leaned back a bit, giving her enough space to look down the length of his body and get a clear view of what awaited her. "Bet you missed this, huh?" he said, with the unshakable confidence of someone blessed with all the goods.

Oh, god. Do want. Yes. _ Do want! _

"I know it's missed your pussy." He lowered back down upon her, covering her. He sucked on her cheeks, panting. "Mm ... "

"Sol, I-"

He silenced her with a kiss.

"Mm," she moaned, twisting into it.

He pressed into her maw, suckling, lips smacking more than once. "Let's ... let's get your pants off, huh?" Another kiss.

She suckled on his lower lip before panting on his chin, feverishly undoing her own jeans so the okapi could yank them down her legs and discard them to the floor. Where, she didn't know. She didn't care. She wished their clothes would simply evaporate and save the effort of stripping. I can't wait. I don't want to wait ...

"I'll get your panties for you," he promised, shimmying down her body and using his teeth to nip at the hem of her underwear. He tugged the front of them down, revealing the thicker fur on her loins. His fingers rushed in from the sides to help, and he swiftly had them at her knees. He had to sit up and readjust his position (and hers) to get her fully naked. Her panties dangling from her foot-paw, he told her, "Lose 'em."

With a twist of her ankle, Meadow sent them sailing.

Sol smiled and nodded, looking her over. Of all mouse species, harvest mouses were quite possibly the most tasty. Rich, buttery gold on the limbs, head, and back, with that creamy center from loins to neck. He wanted to lick her up, to put his mouth all over her. He wanted to eat her out. And he would. Later. Right now, he was raring with impatience.

"You're such a treat. Part of me wants to savor you, but the other part, the part that's going to win out?" Sol told her. "It wants to dive right in. Head-first." He sniffed at her again. "I can almost taste you. Feel you. You're the snuggest I've ever had. The way your walls hug me like a glove, even as I stretch 'em? Yet my thrusts are so smooth an' easy cause you get so wet ... no one gets as wet as you ... " His nostrils flared. He began to bear down on her. "No one smells as sweet as you ... no one moans as cute as you. Those squeaks," he grunted huskily, ears standing on end. "Moan for me."

"Oh ... " Meadow opened her soft, furry thighs. She didn't know how much of what he said was the truth and how much was embellished in the heat of the moment, but frankly it was hard to care right now.

"Good girl ... spread those legs. Wider. Wrap 'em round me ... "

She did. She wrapped them around the bulky male, his monochrome limbs naked and visible to her. His tall body stretched across the entire length of the couch, hooves pressing against one arm-rest and head bumping into the other.

Beneath him, Meadow felt safe and warm. And so needy. Her pink-padded, golden-furred paws slid up and down the maroon hide on his back. Somehow, they wound up at his rump. She gripped his firm cheeks, pulling at him, urging him closer. "Sol," she whined.

"Meadow ... " Sol didn't waste any time, angling, grinding, and wedging the flared tip of his black, unprotected cock inside her pouting pussy. Cognizant of how big he was, he took it inch by inch. "Oh, yeah," he sighed. He could feel her practically slurping him up. He kept pushing. More of himself disappeared inside the mouse. "Yesss ... " He knew he couldn't hilt inside her, but he worked himself as deep as physically possible.

The harvest mouse trembled beneath him. Her walls clenched on the thick, pulsing intrusion. She felt so full, so stimulated. The raw, messy connection that now linked him and her? It was satisfying on the most elemental of levels. They formed a full circuit. She imagined herself as a part of him, an extension of okapi. And him a continuation of mouse. Her heels dug into the backs of his legs, and she squeaked her approval.

Broad chest heaving, Sol pulled himself back. Time to re-acclimate her to his cock. Back, back. Just as slowly as he'd entered. He whinnied at the friction. It was torturous. She was practically dripping, she was so wet. Pulling to his tip, he thrust back in. Harder than before. He used mental memory to know when to stop. If she were a mare, he could've buried inside her. But, somehow, the size difference made this more exciting. Snorting, the okapi pulled back again. Quicker, quicker. Another thrust, stopping before he could hilt. Back, forward. Forward and back. Sol settled into an outright rhythm. No more teasing. It was go time.

"Uhh ... nuhhn ... !" the mouse cried, almost choking on her breaths as her golden body was pushed down into the cushions. Her long, ropy tail whipped to the side, seeking something to curl around. She squeaked!

Sol's chest rubbing over her shaking breasts, the okapi huffed on her cheek as he plowed the shorter female. He felt a tingling sensation race through his body. He groaned onto the mouse's shoulder, hugging her tightly, and doubled down, tail swishing its approval.

Meadow, all wrapped up, reached between their bodies with her right paw and began rubbing at her clitoris. Without him being able to hilt, he wasn't able to grind his hips against it. But it called to her. She had to heed it. It buzzed, virtually lighting up when she touched it. "Oh, oh ... oh ... " Her other paw lazily hung around his neck, maw hanging open and buckteeth jutting as she rubbed herself.

Though neither wanted this to end, they were both too pent-up to control themselves. It'd been too long. They'd barely reached the five-minute mark of their intercourse when Sol kicked his hooves against the arm of the couch, spine twisting as he writhed atop the mouse. "Ohh, fuuuuuuck," he bellowed, thrusts ceasing. He slumped forward, struggling for air as he came. His cock pulsed, and he flooded the rodent's womb with his seed. "Guh ... huh!" He sucked air and released it just as quickly, grunting through each ejaculation.

Meadow took it, relishing his reaction. It hastened her own. She was filled to the point of excess, his seed liberally dripping out of her and to the couch, as well as down his shaft and to his balls. She couldn't see that. She couldn't see anything going on down there. But she could feel it so _vividly_the picture practically drew itself in her mind. And she liked it. She liked it so much. Her poor mousey brain lit up, overcome, body brought to a dumb, pleasured peak as her orgasm slayed her.

"Ah, hah! Naahh!" She hugged Sol with all her limbs, all her might, afraid she might float away if she let go. Her loins clenched down on him, milking him for every drop. As big as he was and as tight as she was clamping down, it felt like she might burst. But she didn't. The snugness of their connection never became unbearable. Throughout, it remained perfect. She whimpered and, as she had a second orgasm, she squirted. "Oh, ohhh ... "

Panting in her ear, Sol held her as tightly as he filled her, as his balls became soaked with her juices. Her scent intensified.

Meadow, hugging him now, buried her face against the okapi's neck. Part of her was embarrassed. This wasn't the first time they'd done this. He's seen it all before. Heard it all before._But, as her climax tapered, she felt so vulnerable. _Are you afraid you've made a mistake? But you _ wanted _ _this._She could still feel the pleasure in her extremities.

"That was more than I could've hoped for," he cooed, sensing her anxiety. "I'm so glad you're here. My marvelous mouse."

She chittered with relief. "Thank you ... "

"Welcome. I've missed you," the okapi whispered back. "Missed this. I know you have, too. I could feel it ... also, you squirted," he added with a chuckle.

"I ... I hope I didn't ruin your couch."

"Nah. It's supposed to be stain-proof," he said. "Besides, half the mess is mine!"

"Mm." As her mind came back to her, she found she had so much she wanted to say. "Sol, I-"

"I know there's an age gap. I know we want different things out of life right now. But," he asked, "have you ever considered meeting in the middle? Say, 'friend with benefits'?"

She skipped a beat. "You mean, like-"

"Fuck buddies."

"Sounds so crude ... "

"What would you call it?" he asked, bumping noses.

Clutching him, feeling that his hide was a bit sweaty, she continued soaking in his body heat. It was almost enough to forget what time of year it was. "Mutually desirous incompatibles," she decided. "That's ... that's what we are." Yeah. Mutually desirous incompatibles.

He repeated that aloud and smiled. "Like the sound of that! Heh. Did you just make that up?"

"I, uh ... got it off a TV show," she admitted, quickly adding, "But it still works!"

Sol chuckled. "That it does." He paused and licked her cheek. "So, what do you say ... ? I mean, we have physical chemistry. I like being-" He stopped short of saying something lewd and murmured, "I like being 'mutually desirous' with you."

Meadow giggled. "I like being-" She inhaled deeply. "I like it with you, too," she said, sighing with contentment. God, I needed this! I feel like a new mouse! So relaxed. So happy. And he's offering more of it? How can I turn that down?

"So ... you've got my number," he told her simply. "It'll be a non-exclusive arrangement. You're welcome to-" He stopped short and chuckled. "Hey, I just realized we were the halftime entertainment."

Meadow giggled. "I guess so."

"You're welcome to dip your toe in other waters. If you fall in love with someone ... " Sol, cock mostly limp, finally pulled out of her. He shivered with post-coital sensitivity, as well as the visual aftermath of what they'd done. "We'll go our separate ways. I won't hold you back. I know you want something I'm not ready to give." A stream of sticky fluid dribbled out of the mouse and onto her thighs and rump. And onto the couch cushions.

"I don't think there's any worry of me being snatched up anything soon," was Meadow's self-deprecating response. Maybe I want a relationship more than I need one. Maybe, in the end, it's better for me to keep exploring my options. After all, there's nothing wrong with accumulating new and unique experiences, right?

"You're a romantic soul, mousey. Deep down. Someone will trigger your undying devotion someday. And you'll trigger theirs. But, in the meantime, we're gonna have some fun." At that, the okapi stood up and stretched. "Mmf!"

Meadow watched him, admiring those muscles, those colors. He was handsome. He was everything she'd want in a partner. But, strangely, even though they'd just been intensely intimate and as passionate as true lovers, she couldn't see him as anything more than a close friend now.

"Gonna go fetch some rags to soak this mess up. You good?"

"I could use some water," she said honestly, sitting up. She felt light-headed for a moment. Her breasts swelled. "Sol ... "

The naked okapi, hooves shuffling as he stopped on his way to the kitchen, looked back to the couch.

"That was really good," she said softly. "That was-" She bit her lower lip with her buckteeth. "Thank you."

"You're welcome, hun." He winked and left the room.

"Also, Butler's winning by seventeen, now," she called.

"Ah, damn! Your anti-jinxing worked. My team might not get lucky, but since_I_ did ... guess I can live with a loss!"

Meadow smiled and looked to the floor. "Um, hey, I was wondering if ... " She looked up. He wasn't back yet. She waited for him to return, watching the game and muttering, "The hell? That was _not_a foul ... " She hoped Butler didn't blow this lead as she'd feared. Especially having just slept with a Purdue fan. She wouldn't hear the end of it.

The okapi returned with a hot, wet rag and a glass of ice water. He gave the glass to her and began wiping down and scrubbing the couch. He even playfully tried to wash a bit between her legs.

"Eek!" Her eyes popped wide open.

"Heh. Sorry."

Holding the water glass in both paws, the mouse said, "I can hear the ice pellets hitting the windows."

"Looks like it's turning into a proper ice storm," he said, checking the weather app on his phone.

"Tomorrow's Sunday, so I don't have work. I was ... I was wondering if-"

"Of course. Don't want to put you in danger. My bed's always open to mutually amorous-"

"Desirous," she corrected.

"Desirous? Right, right. Maybe we should amend that to _amorously_desirous."

"You think so?"

Finished cleaning the couch, he grabbed a slice of now-cold pizza and leaned back. Chomp, chomp. "Well, we may just be friends, now, but I still love you. You know?" Chomp. "Love doesn't have to be strictly romantic."

"You're right. Taking a healthy swig of water, she said, "I love you, too. As a friend," she added quickly.

Sol nodded sagely. "Who likes me to fuck her."

"Who likes-" She smirked. "Hey! Stop it ... " She whipped her tail at him.

"You can't play coy with me, missy." He finished his slice. "If we share a bed, you know what's going to happen in the morning." He gave her a sly side-eye.

"You think I'm staying for ... for that? The alternative is to brave the deadly, icy roads," she defended lightly.

"Hmm. Icy pavement. Or hot okapi. Yup, no choice."

"You're awfully heady all of a sudden."

"It's called afterglow. I'm in a giddy state."

"Oh, so you're not just ornery by nature?"

"Nope!" he insisted brightly. "Ooh, a three! Lead's down to nine points. Look at that! We're coming back!" He then imitated the sound of a train whistle.

Meadow waved a paw at the screen. "It's always hard to hold onto a big lead. We'll clamp down. We're not_losing this." _We fucking better not.

"Are you always this confident after you get laid, Meadow?" Sol asked.

She blushed. "You should know."

"That's right. I do! But you've never been this relaxed before." The okapi smiled warmly and took a swig of lukewarm soda. There was a timeout on the court.

He's right. I'm way more relaxed than normal. Is it because there are no expectations, now? And therefore no pressure?

He looked over to her and asked, "So are we ... is this arrangement_really_ okay with you? You're not just high on the moment, are you? I just want to make sure. You know I don't want you to get hurt." He really did care about her. It was evident in his eyes.

"I'll be okay, Sol," Meadow assured, reaching a paw for his hand. They laced their fingers together. Naked on the okapi's couch, the game winding down, she felt at peace. Win or lose._For the moment, anyway. It wouldn't last, of course. _My neurotic self is lurking, ready to return. I know it. But the help of a good friend can't hurt. Right? "Whatever we call this ... it ... us," Meadow said certainly, "I'm confident it will be to our mutual benefit."

"And then some," Sol promised, waggling his brows.

Meadow giggled and blushed. I'm going to hold him to that.