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"Yo, hex! Where the hell are you man? I've already closed up!" Sube growls into the phone, the yellow lab already back to his casual slacks and tee after a long shift.

"Ah, sorry man, I can't help it. The old man needed me to pop open the front door again. Drunk bastard keeps forgetting his keys. I'll be there in a bit, just hold the door for me."

"Yeah yeah, I got your back. Your lady gonna get here before you at this rate. Need me to bail you out?"

"No, no. I'll be there. Treat her nice for me till I arrive."

"Right chief, just make it snappy." With that, Sube ends the call and growls, stuffing his phone back in his pocket. If not for the fact that Hector was his best friend, he would already have skipped off for a beer and pizza. "Fuck man, some of us have better things to do than set you up for a date."

"What, is that asshole late again?" Sube looks up at Korona as she speaks, walking up to him in her usual garb of form fitting jeans and a hot pink shirt with an anarchy patch. Sube brushes his hair back with a hand as the coyote approaches, and shrugs.

"Yeah, his pops locked himself out again. Should be here in a few. You look nice, Kora."

"Right, dude, I ALWAYS look like this. Learn to give a proper compliment." The punch she throws at him is friendly and light, but Sube feigns injury all the same. "Oh you big wuss. So, everything set up for tonight?"

"Yeah, got the machine rigged for countless start and unlimited credits. Shouldn't have any trouble doing your thing. Tell me again why you two want to have a date in an arcade after hours?"

"Oh, stuff it sparky. You suck at playing dumb. Fourth date, fourth base. It just so happens we can get worked up with some fun beforehand in an arcade to ourselves. Did you really think he was gonna surprise me?" Kora leans against the wall, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it with her hot pink Zippo. She takes a long pull before exhaling it into the air and watching the sky.

"Got me on that one. I left some supplies in the back in case neither of you planned ahead. Condoms, lube, a big fucking blanket." Sube stretches and yawns, back popping after a stressful day. "Just try not to make too much of a mess. Oh, and don't smoke in there. Manager will kick my ass for that."

Kora chuckles and smirks at the obsessive lab. "Don't get your balls in a twist. This is my last one for the night. And thanks, Sube. You always got our back. I'll let him think he got me, and try to act surprised by the preparation after I kick his ass on the dance floor."

"You are a firecracker, Kor. Just... Be careful, alright?" For a moment, Sube's face betrays a bit of his inner worry. "Hex's last relationship went down in a bundle of flames and shit, with Vanessa ripping him good on his lack of experience. I don't want him to get too-"

Sube is interrupted by Kora placing her hand in his shoulder. "Relax, dude. I really like Hex. I won't ruin his night. We are both gonna have fun and enjoy ourselves. Vanessa can bite my ass, and I'll be sure to spread the news about how Hex really sits in the sack. With a little embellishment of course." Her smile radiates confidence and empathy, calming Sube as he remembers just how much of a catch Kora is. "Just go home, take a load off, and kick weeaboo ass with your boyfriend in that game you play too much."

Sube can't help but give Kora a hug. "Thanks girl. Hector did good finding you."

They chuckle a bit as they break the hug and Kora throws her cig away. A moment later, Hector comes jogging up, the possum clearly winded from running the whole way. Sube hands off a set of keys to Kora.

"Right then. These are to let yourselves out when you're done. The machine is rigged and ready, snacks are in the back room. Now, if you'll excuse me, there is a beer at home calling my name."

Hector jogs up to Sube and gives him a big hug and then a fist bump. "Thanks, man. This is gonna be a fun night. Give my regards to Randy?"

"Sure, sure. I'll let him know after I'm four deep and ready for a pizza coma." A few snerks between the three ensue before the couple bids Sube farewell.

The interior of the arcade is dimly lit, all the games and equipment off to conserve power over night, only a couple ceiling lights to show the way. The main room houses standard stuff for families, teens and kids. Things like candy grabs and themed zones for racing, dinosaurs, and pirates.

"You know, it's only when Subs is here that I realize how fucking short we are." Kora opens the door to the arcade and lets Hector in, locking the door behind them as instructed. "I mean, I look like a midget next to that guy."

"Nah, everyone is short next to Sube. The guy is 6 feet tall. 5 ain't too bad for your age. You might still grow a couple inches."

"Then I'll be on your level, eh?" Kora looks Hector over as she makes her way towards the main source of entertainment for the night. Par for the course, Hex is wearing black, skin tight pants with a black Metallica shirt, the white print being the only thing visible at a glance besides his grey fur. "Dude you need to put a bit of color on sometime. You're like... A floating head."

"You're one to complain. Nobody gets to enjoy your outfit with how it clashes with the brown fur. Sandy brown? Whatever, we both suck at fashion." Hector chuckles as they round a corner and finally spot the unlocked Dance Party machine. "Aw yeah. Time to kick some coyote ass!"

"Ha! You'll be kissing it, more likely."

The secondary room of the arcade houses games meant for older and more athletic gamers. Things like the dance machine are displayed for those seeking to enjoy their inner kid for a while. On a good day, this room would be as busy as the one out front, with games of virtual sports, air hockey, and hunting. It even has a small bar in the back, with some parlor games like darts and cards.

The two waste no time taking their perspective places. As promised, the machine is set for unlimited play, and Kora immediately starts up a dance duel to their usual.

"Alright trash rat, let's see who has the skills. Letter grade scoring." Kora immediately gets into position, Hector matching, and the game begins.

As they dance out to the tune, both nailing the beat with practiced ease, Hector steals a glance at his girlfriend and smiles. "You know, it's funny how we always start with the same rock song. We both know we will score an S. And yet we always do it."

"No shit. This was the song the lit the flame, so to speak. Remember our first date?"

"Yeah, at the diner. Both of us were blown off by our friends and happened to be next to each other. You ignored me until this classic came up on the juke, then we started talking tracks and splitting a smoothie." Hector returns his eyes to the screen as he gracefully flows through the steps, the song only a level 2 out of 5 for difficulty.

"Yep, and I couldn't believe a punk ass possum like you had an ear for real music. I swear we were set up for that shit." Like Hector, Kora also follows the best flawlessly, but does so while constantly watching Hector, due to her confidence in her skill. "Then we had date two here and I kicked your ass at this."

"Hey, no! You had practice on this song, and I won on the prog rock tracks. Just because you won the most overall doesn't mean you, well, won." He sticks his tongue out at Kora, causing her to snicker.

"Yeah yeah, you lost like a little bitch. Then we had another date at the diner and spent a stupid amount of time flipping tracks in the juke box and arguing about the best tracks before they kicked us out for loitering."

"Haha, yeah. Fucking prudes, that's why we had date number four here." The track wraps up and the duo stand, Hector wiping his brow as the results come across. S+ for both.

"Nailed it. As always. You already tired, you big pussy?" Kora leans against the support bar and grins at her mate, always eager to tease him whenever he slips.

"Shut up! I had to run to make it on time, I'm fucking hot as hell." As if on cue, Kora notices the sweat in his fur. Hector looks at her and grimaces, feigning disappointment.

"Fine, you big baby. Take your shirt off. Next up is your top track, that metal shit."

"It's not shit, you fuck. Metal is gold, baby." Hector takes off his shirt, showing off his lithe build and sweaty fur, the alternating black and grey fitting his form nicely. "Your turn. No fairness in you getting a free show."

Kora scratches her chin, looking up in false thought. "Yeah I could but..." Then she snickers and shrugs. "Whatever, makes it easier to move anyway." She strips the shirt off quickly, pulling it up with ease before throwing it aside as soon as her head is clear. "This thing isn't worth it either." Her bra follows and joins the shirt by a nearby machine as her freed tits settle nicely, small yet perky.

"Always nice to see the girls. Ready for round two? Gonna stick to letter score." Hector selects the track once Kora nods, and once again they start with practiced efficiency, already familiar with the level 3 track.

After a few minutes of intense moves, the two settle on the guards panting as the score screen shows yet another ranked S+ tie. Without a word they look at each other and nod, and go right into the next track. After a couple songs, a schism in their scores finally develops.

"Fuck! I almost had that!" Hector growls as he slams a fist down on the support, glaring at his S- score, aside Kora's S.

Kora smirks knowingly and once again leans seductively again the rail, facing Hector. "Admit it, Hex. You ain't got shit on my skill. I'm the queen of this game."

"Fuck that. You didn't get an S+ either. Damnit. Fine, let's go balls deep. Crypto, max difficulty, no letter scores. Just pure numbers. Winner takes all."

"Sounds intriguing. You're still gonna lose tho." As Hector searches for the song, Kora slips out of her jeans and kicks them away to her shirt, narrowly missing. "Tch. Better not lose that."

Hector spares only a glance for his girlfriend only in her panties, a sight he isn't unfamiliar with. "I see what you're doing, trying to get as much freedom of movement as you can. Two can play that game." Within a moment Hector is throwing his own pants aside and stretching to limber up. "Right, time to crown the king."

The song starts up and the two nearly naked furs start to dance. The song puts them through a grueling eight minute grind of complicated moves and combos, making them both work up a sweat as they pant for air. The scores stay within touching distance through and through, until in the very end only one screen declares victory.

"Fuck! Fucking hell damnit FUCK." Hector continues chaining swears like it's natural communication as he punched the floor, exhausted and defeated by a mere 400 points.

"And the queen... Is the winner." Kora can't say more as she pants hard for air, having went all out to get her steps on point for the maximum bonus. While she had won by a super slim margin, she knew that in reality their letter scores would have both been a B or B-. After taking a moment to breathe, she stands up proudly and grins. "Chin up, sport. Neither of us will master that song anyways. It's like, impossible."

Hector grumbles as he picks himself up and frowns at the scores, bitter to the core with how close it was. Kora snickers and pats his cheek. "C'mon big guy, let's go chill for a bit. No sense working ourselves up till we drop."

In the back room, they find the promised snacks in a mini fridge, and both drown down a cold soda in unison. "Fuck, I needed that." Kora exhales and slumps down to a sit against the wall and looks up at Hector as he starts on his second bottle. "Hey, you alright? There's always fifth date if you wanna try again."

Hector grumbles again and drinks half the bottle before exhaling. "Rematch. As soon as we cool down a bit."

"Are you sure? I mean, from the looks of that, you had other things in mind." Hector follows Kora's finger as she points to the corner of the back room, where a comically large blanket is folded up, with a box of condoms and a bottle of lube on top.

"Shit." Kora can see the blush in his cheeks clearly and suppresses a giggle. "Yeah, uhm... He wasn't as subtle about it as I thought."

"Relax man, he probably means well. Besides, you'd have missed the chance otherwise. Let's just recover our stamina a bit, then we can see how tangled up we can get in that blanket."

The smile Hector gives is genuine and adoring as he looks down as his girlfriend, happy that he got to meet her. Everything about her seems perfect to his eye, from her energetic personality, to her well toned form and rough fur. "I let you win you know. Being a gentleman and all."

Kora barks out a laugh and throws her bottle at Hector before popping open another. For the next hour they argue about music, colors, Kora's wardrobe, and the quality of the snacks left to them. By then, both are well replenished and feeling better.

"Now then..." Kora stands up and brushes out her fur with her fingers. "Let's see what you're packing, Hex."

Kora leans against the wall as her boyfriend casually saunters up to her and licks her cheek, hands on her shoulder. "You are damn hot, Kora. Pictures don't do you justice." He moves his muzzle down to the side of her neck and kisses gently, making Kora exhale in budding excitement.

"You aren't so bad looking yourself, stud," is the return compliment as Kora places her hands on Hector's hips. She purrs her enthusiasm as she lightly pushes down on the band of his boxers. "Let's get these pesky garments off and give that blanket a shot."

"You read my mind." Hex gives Kora's neck a light nip, eliciting a giggle, before letting her shoulders go and pulling her by the hand towards the corner with the supplies. By the time they get there, both pairs of underwear are cast on the floor. Hector relaxes on his back atop the large blanket. Kora rests herself upon his slightly larger body and grabs his hands before kissing him deeply, tail gently swaying.

As the kiss breaks, Kora licks Hector's cheek, closely moving down his neck before stopping, huffing in arousal. "Alright Hex, let's see how coordinated you are. $20 says you can't get a condom on without looking." She leans in and kisses his neck, already getting flushed.

"Challenge accepted." Hector releases one of his hands to grab the box, looking at the lube curiously. "Don't need you, I think." He pushes it away and fumbles to free a condom from the box as Kora nips into his shoulder, squirming above him as she breathes heavier. Hex finds the task especially difficult, as his natural reaction to Korona's seducing is a hard on like an iron bar.

It takes a minute, a long long minute, but eventually the box frees it's prize and Hector uses his teeth to quickly tear open the package and grab the rubber. "Make a lil space, I'm not a magician."

In response, Kora sits up and scoots to rest her rump on his chest. Her belly has clear fluid smeared into it from her constant rubbing against her mate, a detail that makes Hector blush. "Hurry up, Hex. You seem as ready as I am." Her face is warm with blush as she holds Hector's shoulders, her own arousal creating a similar stain on Hector's chest.

It takes some effort and concentration, but after a moment's waiting, he has the wrap on and exhales in mild frustration. "Thank fuck I love you, or else that wouldn't be worth the eff-"

His complaint is cut off by Kora sliding down onto him again and kissing him, exhaling into his maw as one hand cups his cheek, and the other grabs his cock. Hector closes his eyes and embraces the kiss as warmth envelopes his erection, and Kora moans through the kiss.

Once joined, Kora bites Hector's lip before sitting up and smiling. "Let's make it close~" Hector doesn't even get the chance to ask what that means before Kora grabs him and the blanket, executing a roll with him that ends with him on top and them both looking like a furry tortilla.

"Can't move much like this, doll..." Hector's complaint is valid, but Kora merely wriggles aggressively until some room is made around their hips.

"There. That's enough. Now kiss me you bastard." Already pressed together by the blankets, the two furs embrace in a hug and dive deep into another kiss, Hector giving smooth, slow thrusts. His partner moans as euphoric sensations pass through them both, both bodies warm and sweating from the closeness.

Kora is the first to tip over the edge, marked by a loud moan and an arched spine as she pants hard and shivers. Hector follows suit soon enough, clenching his teeth as he growls in satisfaction, riding out his orgasm with his lover. For a while after that, the two just rest together in the hot blanket, becoming odious with sweat and musk.

By the time they free themselves of the cloth cocoon, they are tired again and sit with each other for a while. More leans into her mate's chest as Hector pets her cheek and kisses her head, tail resting on her leg.

"Vanessa is a liar. You definitely know how to roll." Kora smiles softly and nuzzles Hector's chest, hands on his hips as she shuts her eyes.

"Vanessa was a skank who only liked me for the social buzz. Not like you. You're a real wildflower and I'm thinking of becoming a botanist." Hector smirks and squeezes Kora, wondering how he ever could have found attraction elsewhere.

"Is that a hint? Sounds like next time we should skip the condoms and go bare. I might have to think on that a bit... But you definitely seem like the type." Kora looks up at Hector and drags a finger down his chest. "Maybe next date we can swing by a sex store and see if there are any toys we like."

Hector chuckles and closes his eyes, grinning to himself. "Possibly, but first we have a score to settle, dance queen."

"Oh, do we now? In that case, maybe we should use the blanket to dry up and get back out there."

"You read my mind. Rematch of Crypto?"

"Rematch of Crypto."