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Jonathan LightningStorm and Rachel Newberry sat at their own computers looking away from each other, on opposite sides of the room, on different websites. She would often browse the internet at his house, as his internet connection was much faster. Jonathan was reading an article on nuclear physics, and Rachel was looking at some "Art" she'd found online. From the sounds she was making, it certainly sounded like she was enjoying it.

A small icon popped up in the lower-left corner of Jonathan's computer screen, reminding him that he had something planned today. According to the calendar, there was a "YLG26MBAW BRING CAMERA!!!!" today. Whenever he had to use calendars, reminders and day planners, he would often use unintelligible acronyms, so that he would be the only one who knew what he was going to do. This way, it would not be possible for anyone to hack into his computer and read his calendar app, learn what he was going to do, and plan for a life-ending "accident" to happen to him.

He nervously looked back at Rachel. He hadn't told her about the "YLG26MBAW" today, but then again, why should he? He was a genius, and he didn't need to ask his business partner for permission every time he wanted to do something. She seemed to be enjoying herself, and probably wouldn't mind if he left for a while, anyway.

He turned off his computer, and got up. He tuned to Rachel, and smiled. "Hey, Rachel,"

"Mmmm... Yeah?" She moaned softly, leaving Jonathan with no doubt as to what she was doing.

"I'm going to be out of town today. I'm meeting a new client."

"Hah! That's the lamest secret-lover excuse ever!" She laughed, and some gas squeaked out, making her laugh even more.

"What? There's no secret lover!" He defended, badly. "I'm a professional HTML designer, I have clients! Sometimes, I go to their house, to do things in front of them."

"Yeah, I know exactly what kind of things you are going to be doing with your... client."

"Alright, fine. I'm going out of town, to meet a girl I met online. Today, we are going to talk face-to-face for the first time!"

"I knew it! Alright, give me the details! Is she hot, what species is she, what colour is she, is she hot, how much money does she have, what does she look like, where did you meet her, and is she hot?"

"I met her on one of those specialist internet-dating sites." He opened a desk drawer, and started searching for his camera.

"A Specialist site?! You sick, twisted Loony-Bird!" Loony-Bird was the worst racial slur against birds she knew, and she used it far more than she should.

"There's nothing wrong with visiting a specialist site once in a while! Remember that time when you joined that specialist site for hybrids?"

"There were other hybrids on that site!" A small fart squeaked out of her in rage.

"Name one! They were all just different types of dogs and cats! How can people that boring possibly end up on the same site as those deformed, freaks of nature?!"

She glared at him, and he quickly added, all in one breath, "Except for you because you are beautiful and wonderful and unique and any man would be luck to have anyone as interesting as you!!!" He lay back, breathing heavily.

"Thank you. Anyway, tell me about her."

"Well, she's smart, funny, quite intelligent, and... Yes, she's hot. She's an Arctic Wolf, white fur with blue highlights, and she's a Macro."

A small fart squeaked out of her in surprise. She put her legs down and turned around, glaring into his eyes. "What. You are going to date a Macro. A Macro!!! Have you seen them?!"

"Well yeah, that's the whole point!" He found his camera, and started changing the settings.

"Do you know what you are getting into?!" She asked, her striped tail standing on end.

"Yes, that's why I'm meeting her at her house. This way, she won't be able to find us!"

She smiled. Once again, his paranoia had saved them both. Theoretically. "Not bad." She admitted, folding her arms and relaxing her tail.

"Well, I should be going now, if I'm going to get there in time." He stretched his large, majestic white Snowy Owl wings, and inhaled deeply.

"Are you going to fly there?"

He looked at her, and raised his eyebrow. "No, Rachel. I'm going to ride there backwards, on a cheap plastic unicycle."

"Alright, fine. But bring back some decent footage."

"You know I will." He smirked, as he shut down his computer, and closed the door behind him.

Once he was out of the room, Rachel looked at the phone with a devilish grin. "Now, it's time to have some fun!"

Her ears pricked up to the sound of Jonathan locking the door from the outside, and his overdramatic maniacal laughter starting, and slowly fading away.

There was four weeks of microwavable food in the fridge, and five of Jonathan's seven-day emergency In-Case-Of-The-Apocalypse survival kits, so she wouldn't be in any danger of starving. However, even though she wasn't in heat, she was forced to go a day alone, and the idea of that filled her with dread. _______________________________________________________________________________________________________

After a few hours of flying, interspersed with pre-planned breaks to rest and recharge(literally), Jonathan eventually got to 2085 coronal drive, home of Lillian Grande, AKA BigBlue205.

The houses were pretty big, they were mostly rich-looking mansions that probably cost more to spend a month living in, than Jonathan and Rachel would make in a year, combined.

He landed on her doorstep with the grace and accuracy of an Owl bored enough to actually spend some nights practicing flying, and he rang the doorbell.

"Who is it?" A loud, yet happy voice from inside asked.

"It's me, LightningSnow28!"

The large, imposing double-doors opened outwards, revealing a room so dark that most animals wouldn't be able to see in it. Jonathan could, and he saw the face of Lillian Grande, the giant Arctic Wolf he'd came here to see.

The lights flicked on suddenly, stunning him. She reached out and grabbed him, and hugged him tightly. As his eyes began to adjust to the bright lights, he saw her large frame, and he was squashed against her breasts. They were the largest he'd ever seen, but they were proportionate to the rest of her. She let him go, and he saw all of her.

He knew she was huge, but he wasn't expecting her to be this huge. She looked like she'd be tall enough to lean against the apartment building that he lived in, and she looked beautiful. He'd seen pictures of her on her account, but she looked even better in real life.

The inside of her house was huge. It wasn't bigger on the inside because of some time-space trickery, but it certainly looked like it. The ceilings were a lot higher than they needed to be, as it was with most large houses, however, it was the perfect size for her. All of the furniture was huge, and apart from lacking a TV, it seemed to have everything a normal house would have, just bigger.

"Oh, Jonathan, I'm so glad you came! I've been counting the days on my fingers out of boredom, staring at those doors, hoping you would come here, and be mine!"

"Oh, Lillian, my love!" He replied overdramatically, increasing the strength of his british accent. "I've been busy with my work, and now I can finally see you! And it was definitely worth the wait! A 720P camera truly does not do you justice, my love."

"Oh, your job! I've read about it, and it sounds so exciting! You build technology, and command it wherever you go!" She was referring to his job, or what she understood of it.

Jonathan LightningStorm is a professional HTML designer. People pay him to build websites for him. However due to the little amount of technology and scientific progress back in her homeland, and the way machinery are shown on the television shows popular enough to be shown there, she seemed to think of him as some sort of glorious mechanical overlord, piloting giant robots into battle. Instead of correcting her, and possibly angering or upsetting her, and making him look less cool, Jonathan decided to exploit this oversight for all it was worth.

"It was my technology that led me to you, my love!" He replied cheesily. He didn't usually talk like this, and he was surprised she believed any of this.

She took him to the sofa, and she sat him down on the cushion next to her. They began the usual small-talk, but it soon turned into something better.

"Where are you from, Lillian?"

"I come from a state north of here, where most people are... Macros, or Giants, or whatever you call us. I read about you tiny people in some books, and the amazing devices you have. The forces of nature bend to your will! It inspired me to leave, and live here, in the nicest house I could find. Back home, the size of your house is a way for rich and powerful people to tell people how rich and powerful they are. This was not my intention, I just wanted to live in a house that I could fit inside." She smiled and blushed. "So, Jonathan, where are you from?"

"I am from..." He briefly considered making something up, then he remembered that his childhood was strange enough already. "I am from a small town south of here, where everyone has some sort of special talent that only they can use. My talent is the ability to control Lightning." He decided not to tell her about his shapeshifting skills. Or rather, his lack of them. "However, the town was far too dull for someone as brilliant as me, so I moved to the city, and began my career as a Technologist, specializing in the internet." He chuckled slightly as he said "Technologist", as it was a made-up word he created for her. It was a catch-all term, for anyone who builds machines, designs apps, or programs computers.

"You can control lightning?" She asked. He had called it lightning, as he wasn't sure she knew about electricity, but was pretty sure she'd seen lightning at some time in her life.

"Yes, my love. I can show you, if you'd like." He looked around the room for something he could destroy. Something large, easily replaceable, and will only get thrown away anyway. He saw a woman's magazine stood up on the table, as if she'd known he was going to want to show her. He always hated those kinds of magazines. They used to be nice, with agony aunts and cooking recepies, but now, they were just a clusterbomb of bad jokes, uninteresting celebrity gossip, and "shocking" stories that were never true, such as "I'm pregnant with my grandmother's baby, and it's going to eat my intestines!". He was going to really enjoy destroying one of these, and getting a chance to show off in front of his date.

He stood up, looked at the awful magazine, and gathered his thoughts. Sparks started circling his arms, and he closed his eyes. Lightning arced between his fingers, the sound clearly audiable. He pointed his at his target, he opened his eyes, and all of the lightning he'd gathered in his arms went into his right arm, and shot at the magazine.

The magazine flipped into the air, sending shards of charred paper around the room. It slowly floated down, now completely unreadable. He wasn't sure if she'd already read that, but he was hoping she hadn't, and he'd saved her from reading that nonsense. However, now that he was done, he didn't seem to hate them much anymore. He still didn't like them, he just hated them less. He looked to Lillian, to see her reaction.

She screeched in shock and awe, and hugged him again. "That was so amazing! I love you!"

She ran upstairs, still carrying him. While Jonathan didn't know the layout of her house, he had a pretty good idea of where she was taking him. After the spectacular light-sow he'd put on for her, there could only be one possible destination. When he saw her large two-person bed, he knew he was correct.

She jumped onto the bed, and lay onto her back. She took of her clothes quickly, but kept her underwear on. Once she was done taking off most of her clothes, She set him down on top of her stomach.

"I know we've only recently met, but I've been fantasizing about this for weeks."

Jonathan was pleasantly surprised, and began to comfort her. "No, no, it's okay. I love you too, and I feel the same way!"

"Okay, but please don't take too long crawling. The last time I had a small person with me, he spent most of the time crawling all over me, and it wasn't any fun."

"Do not worry, my love. I am an Owl, we do not crawl. We fly."

He spread his wings, and took leaps up her body, using his wings to propel him further forward. When he reached her chest, he jumped onto her large, sexy right breast, and lay down on it. He started massaging it slowly and sensually, feeling it move about beneath him.

She moaned softly, and he took that as a cue to do more. He started licking the nipple, while still rubbing it. She moaned again, clearly enjoying it.

He started to get hard, so he began wiping his cock on her breast. She really liked that, so he started bouncing on it, plunging his cock into her flesh.

She slid her left hand down her panties, and she put her right hand on her breasts, bouncing them even more for him. He hooted in delight, thrusting his hard cock into the fleshy, bouncy mass of her chest.

He reached his peak, and he came. It was an average-sized amount for an Owl, but it seemed tiny compared to the size of her breasts. He lay back with his cock in the air, gasping.

"Lillian... That was the best time I've had in a while."

"Oh, Jonathan, I'm so glad you liked that, because you might not like this next part. However, you might love it, and I hope you do."

"...What?"

"Well, when we were talking online, you told me you liked... "Watersports", as you called it?"

"I do, my love."

"Well, I like that sort of thing as well. I'd like to try it with you, so could you please move down?"

Suddenly, he stopped panting, and seemed quite energetic again. He flew down, towards her panties. He lay down on them, waiting, and staring at where he guessed the pee would come from. She relaxed, and a small damp spot appeared on her panties. The damp spot grew, and when it was large enough, Jonathan flung himself at it, thrusting his cock into the wet fabric, feeling the warm pee leak out. she moaned softly, and the stream got faster, soaking her panties completely.

She reached a hand down, and tore her panties off, flinging the remaining mass of wet fabric at a wall, splatting its contents on the wall, and falling to the ground.

With the flow of pee unobstructed, Jonathan poked his head into the stream. At this size, it was like a warm, sexy waterfall, soaking his head-feathers with the sweet, delicious urine he loved so much. He dived into it completely, feeling the urine flow around him, with his mouth open, drinking as much as he could. Despite the huge size difference, it tasted like regular wolf urine. He still liked it, and started masturbating.

She moaned softly again, and the waterfall of pee got even faster. He gave up masterbating, instead he cupped his hands, and used that to get more urine into his beak. It felt so good, and so warm, and he loved it's taste so much! He was standing directly on top of her, pee escaping from her and splashing on him.

He started rubbing his beak on her, and she came. Most of it got on him, The flow of pee halted, and she started apologizing.

"Oh, Jonathan, I am so sorry!"

"No, it's okay. I'll need to be washed and cleaned." He said, smiling sexily.

"Thank you, my love." She relaxed again, smiling. "I shall clean you."

The flow of urine started again, and he jumped straight into it, using it like some sort of upside-down shower to clean himself up. He knew from experience that he could fly while soaked with pee, but he wasn't sure about cum. He was rubbing one hand all over his body, cleaning himself off, while he masturbated energetically with the other hand. He came, and he made sure it landed on her left leg quietly, so that she wouldn't notice.

She giggled as the flow of urine slowed down, and eventually stopped. "Did you enjoy that, my love?" she asked, sitting up.

"I loved that!" Jonathan replied, now rubbing his cum into her, but making it look like he was just feeling it. He wasn't sure about the biology of an Arctic Wolf that size, so he spread it all over the area, just to be sure.

"Well, shall we meet again sometime?"

"Why yes, I believe we shall!" He kept rubbing, smiling sexily.

She moaned softly. "I love you."

He smiled back. "I love you too. Now, I think I should be going, I have to get back to my work. This was nice."

She lay back, smiling. He dived off her bed, and glided silently out of the room, through the house, down the stairs, and out the front door. He turned sharply east, back home. He'd had his fun, now it was time to see how Rachel was getting on without him. _______________________________________________________________________________________________________

Jonathan unlocked his apartment door and entered, and saw that clearly, Rachel wasn't getting along very well without him. She lay naked on the kitchen floor, pleasuring herself with a cucumber. There was a pile of similarly-shaped fruit and vegetables in the corner, such as bananas and pickles. He could tell she'd already used them, because they had her cum all over them.

She gasped, and farted loudly. The room stunk of her gas and she was loving it, inhaling deeply.

"So, this is what you do when you are alone." He strode into the room, smiling. "Careful, you're running out of food!"

When she saw him, she squealed in delight, dropped the cucumber, and dived at him. She knocked him over, and kissed him on the left side of his beak. "I've missed you so much!"

She jumped up onto her feet, and ran outside. He got up, and followed her from a distance. She saw their landlord, a greedy, overweight badger named Toby. She grabbed him by his shirt, and pinned him against the wall.

"This is going to be good..." Jonathan thought, standing in the doorway. He thought of how much she hated him, and in her maddened, lustful, crazed state, she might finally attack him.

She lunged forward, and kissed him deeply on the lips, surprising everyone, including herself. When she realized what she was doing, she stepped back nervously, telling him to never tell anyone. She turned around, and ran down the stairs, shouting "I'm free! I'm free!"

Toby looked at Jonathan with a confused and shocked expression. Jonathan thought for a few seconds, then smiled slyly.

"So, I don't suppose you could give us a break on our rent?"