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Milo and Gela: Treetop Tryst By Green

Milo Thompson walked up to the door of his best friend Gela Taylor's house and knocked on it sharply. He was surprised when it opened up almost instantly, Gela apparently having been waiting on the other side. He was even more surprised when she punched him in the shoulder hard enough to bring a high pitched yelp out of the teenaged German shepherd. Staggering from the unexpected blow, he grabbed his shoulder and rubbed, glaring at his friend, who, oddly, seemed just as miffed as he did. "Ow! What the hell was that for?!" he whined, ears flat against his skull, "I just got here!" Gela, who was typically short yet unusually fiery for a mouse, glanced inside the house, closing the door behind her for privacy, before rounding on the confused pup, glaring harshly. "You're lucky I let you off with just that!" she growled, "I thought about stomping on your nads!" "What?! What'd I do?!" Milo gasped, "Dammit, Angela, you called me over here, and I showed up! I haven't even said_anything else to you today!" The tomboy crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes. She hated being called by her full first name, considering it 'too girly', with derivatives like 'Annie' or 'Angie' being even worse. Milo, having been her best friend since they were in the low single digits in age, was perfectly aware of that; he only called her Angela when he was angry with her. Well, there _was one other situation, but it was about as far removed from this one as possible. Her voice low and dangerous, she looked him dead in the eye, and Milo had to make a conscious effort to keep his tail from retreating between his legs. "I was at the mall at lunchtime today," she said, grumpily but evenly, "picking up some new shoes." Unlike many teenage girls, Gela only bought shoes when her old ones wore out, and even then she preferred sporty sneakers over 'fancy pretty things' as she put it. "So I'm walking through the food court," the mouse continued, "and who should I bump into but Anne Thompson!" Milo stiffened, suppressing the urge to whimper in nervousness. Oh Jesus Christ, he thought to himself, What did she say?

Milo had a right to be worried. His older sister was privy to Milo's most dangerous secrets, most notably the fact that he'd had entirely platonic (in theory) gay sex with Eric, their eldest brother. He'd actually slept with her, too. In fact, the three Thompson siblings had gone as far as once having an Anne-focused threesome, though he doubted she'd be spilling the beans about the parts involving herself. "A-Annie?" he stuttered, his anger at Gela's actions having evaporated, "What d-did Annie say?" Eyes narrowing, Gela scowled, pointing indignantly at him. "There! You see that?" she said, "You're stuttering! You may as well be wearing a fuckin' commemorative T-shirt;Milo Thompson: The I'm Hiding Something Summer Tour!" Now clearly in charge of the argument, she leaned in and poked him hard in the chest. "It wasn't so much what she said as how she_acted_, Mutt," Gela continued, "As soon as she saw me, she lights up like I'm her long-lost best friend, greets me all warm and shit. She was practically giggling when she asked if we were planning to hang out again this weekend. Told me to 'take care'. I don't remember the last time we exchanged more than two words to each other and suddenly she's treating me like one of the family. Which leads me to one conclusion." As she spoke, she was leaning closer and closer to him, and at the last second he finally realized that this entire time, the mouse had actually been blushing underneath her thin fur. Quickly looking around, she hissed her next words to him under her breath. "You told her we - that we've been fucking!" she accused, jabbing him with a finger again, "How could you do that?! You_know_ I'm not good with all this... this social stuff. I told_you I wanted to keep it a secret! You - you can't just blab everything we do to whoever you like! I _trusted you, Milo!" On the one hand, he was actually slightly relieved that Gela didn't know that he'd been partaking in incestuous actions, but on the other, she was right, he should have at least told her once Anne found out. "I'm sorry, Gela," he started, "but it wasn't like that. I've never been good at lying, you know that, they just sort of worked it out from the way I was acting or something..." "They?" the mouse demanded, having focused on another part of his apology, "Oh God, does your whole family know?! Jesus, Thompson..." Her anger seemed to be boiling off, she seemed more embarrassed than angry at the moment. Groaning, she sat down on the front steps, staring down at her fancy new kicks. "No, no!" he insisted, shaking his hands, "It's just Annie and Eric, I swear!" She groaned again, quietly, hunching down upon herself. Sighing, Milo went and sat down next to her. "Gela, I'm sorry I couldn't hide it from them, but listen," he said, "sometimes they can be jerks, but Eric and Annie can definitely_keep a secret. They're not gonna blab to the world that we, uh, that we're... _whatever we are, I promise." Gela gave him a sideways glance, still not quite forgiving him. "People might put two and two together if your stupid sister keeps acting like I'm suddenly her best friend," she pointed out. "I'll talk to her about that," said Milo, trying to sound placating and reassuring, "But, uh, can you really blame her?" The rodent gave him a strange look, genuinely surprised. "...What?" As she looked up at him questioningly, Milo shrugged and self-consciously rubbed the back of his neck. "You know, she's been saying that we're, like, destined to be together or something since we were fourteen," he said, blushing, "The look on her face when she figured it out, you'd think we were getting_married_ or something. She's bound to be a little happy that, uh... that maybe she was right." Gela may not have been very feminine in most other ways, but she was just as capable of sending withering Looks his way as any other girl he'd ever known. The fact was, Milo and Gela were crazy about each other, and they both knew it. But the two of them, especially Gela, were worried that if they hooked up 'for real' and became a couple, one false move could lead to the end of their life-long friendship, something they both treasured deeply. Thus, they were taking it very, very slowly, and very, very cautiously. Gela got uncomfortable whenever Milo acknowledged the fact that they felt more for each other than 'friends with benefits', which usually meant an angry glare or a mild punch (softer than the angry punch she'd given him today, for comparison purposes) if he kept it up. But after a silent moment of glaring, she sighed and shook her head. "Okay, fine, whatever," she murmured, "Just make sure they keep their traps shut, okay?" He just nodded. After a moment of semi-awkward silence, Milo daringly extended his arm and wrapped it around her, grabbing onto her opposite shoulder and pulling her against him. He felt the mouse's entire body tense up for a moment as her head snapped around to face him, a questioning look in her eyes and just a hint of a blush on her cheeks. Gela looked like she was about to get angry again, but he just smiled and winked at her, and a moment after her blush darkened, she relaxed and grinned back at him. "Alright, alright, we're cool," she said, "Come on in, it's too hot to sit on the step all afternoon."

As Milo stepped inside, his first reaction was to sigh happily, basking in the cool air-conditioned atmosphere within the Taylor residence. His second reaction, as he heard muffled talking and giggling from elsewhere in the building, was to stiffen slightly. "Oh," he said, trying to hide his unease, "I didn't realize your sisters were home." In keeping with the rodent tendency and tradition of having large families, Angela had five siblings, three older sisters and two brothers, one the second-oldest child and one the youngest of them all. As she kicked off her shoes, the mouse shrugged and glanced over at her friend with a neutral expression on her face. "Sure, they're not always out picking up boys or trying on frilly clothes," she said, "Why? You're not suddenly afraid of them, are you?" He shrugged right back, feeling awkward. "Well, shit, Gela," he muttered, "if you get mad when my sister gossips..." Giving him a Look, she crossed her arms and tapped the ground next to her foot with the tip of her long, hairless tail, a tic of minor irritation Milo had long ago learned to identify. Family was very important to Angela, and he had to tread lightly. "Okay, so they do a lot of talking," she admitted, "but they're not going to be gossiping about_us!" Milo nodded quickly, acceding the point, but before he could say anything, Gela tilted her head slightly and regarded him curiously. "What is it? There's something else, isn't there?" she asked. He had always found it perplexing how she could read him so much better than even his own family, and suddenly found himself desperately trying_not to think about the curious nature of his relationship with his siblings, lest she read his thoughts. "Well," he started, "I was kinda hoping to, uh, you know... get close to you. _With_you. Uhh... You know what I mean." Smirking, Gela snorted in amusement, shaking her head. "Come on, Thompson, when I called you over it was to kick your ass, not give you a piece of mine," she said, playfully, not cruelly, "I wasn't much thinking about potential witnesses." With that, she turned and walked down the hall, towards the kitchen... and as he followed, Milo's eyes couldn't resist being drawn to Gela's rear, suddenly wishing very strongly indeed that they were alone in the house.

Entering the kitchen, Milo was silently disappointed to find the majority of his best friend's family just hanging around. Her father Bryan stood by the stove, stirring something in a pot and humming to himself, while her three elder sisters were arranged around the adjoining living room ostensibly watching a reality show, though all three of them had their cell phones out at all times, and were nattering endlessly back and forth, as Milo had predicted, about the goings-on in their social circle. Although he would have predicted that they would be completely unaware of anything happening outside the room, as soon as they stepped into the kitchen, the three mice looked up as one and grinned. "Hey sis," said Amy, the eldest, who was rather a lot shapelier than her youngest sister, "Hiya Milo, it's nice to see you again." Milo greeted her somewhat self-consciously, as well as Jessie and Catherine, Gela's other sisters. "Hey girls, uhh... long time no see," he managed. He felt himself starting to blush as Catherine giggled at something, and immediately turned to Gela, starting to ask a question before he'd even come up with one. "So, Gela, umm, how about something to drink?" She smirked at him, mildly amused by his discomfort, and turned to the fridge.

Tilting an ear behind him as Gela rooted around for cool beverages, Milo heard footsteps and giggles approaching the kitchen, and took a deep breath. "Your tail is down," said Jessie, who was either fascinated by the limb in question or staring unapologetically at Milo's butt. "Doesn't that mean you're sad or something?" asked Catherine, who was tapping out a text without even looking, having memorized the layout of the slide-out keyboard. Milo recognized the feat well, his own sister having accomplished it some time ago. "Why would he be sad?" asked Amy, playfully. "Maybe Angie brought out the old newspaper and called him a bad boy," suggested Jessie, as Catherine nodded sagely, "Did you dig up the garden, Milo?" Standing up straight with a couple of cans of grape soda, which Bryan was fond of and thus made sure to keep well-stocked, Angela glared at her siblings and targeted them with one of her searing Looks. Naturally, they being just as female as her, it was entirely ineffective. "Come on, knock it off," she said, "no teasing the wildlife." Her sisters all pouted exaggeratedly, but they stepped back from Milo. "Awww," muttered Catherine, "You're no fun anymore since you started -" she instantly shut up when Jessie elbowed her in the side, a difficult-to-read expression in her eyes. Catherine frowned but stayed quiet. The room had grown a lot quieter, and Milo realized his ears were suddenly flat against his head. They didn't know that Milo and their sister had been fooling around, did they? He willed his ears to stand up, hoping he wasn't blushing too hard, and gratefully accepted a can of grape soda, giving him something else to focus on for the moment.

Gela looked like she was about to suggest getting out while the getting was good, but Jessie snapped her fingers as if remembering something important. "Oh! Angie, I forgot to tell you," she said, pointing up at the ceiling, "someone called for you while you were outside, I left a note on your bed." Gela frowned, bristling instinctively. "Knock off the 'Angie' stuff!" she said, "That's the second time you've - uhh..." she coughed, blushing slightly. "...Thanks, Jessie. I'll just go check that." As she turned to leave, Milo's face fell, realizing she was leaving him alone with her smirking siblings. Logically, he knew she couldn't invite him up to her bedroom without the gossip machine going into overdrive, but he still made a forlorn don't leave me face towards his friend's back as she headed down the hallway towards the stairs to the second floor. He thought about pulling out his phone and pretending to send some texts to buy him some time, but then he felt the soft, feminine arm gently wrap around his shoulders. He swallowed as Amy, Gela's oldest sibling, leaned in conspiratorially, a soft smile on her even softer lips. A shudder ran down his spine and he swallowed a whimper. A big part of the reason he was so uncomfortable around Gela's sisters in general, and Amy Taylor in particular, was that in the past, before he and Gela had admitted their mutual attraction, Milo had considered the spunky tomboy_absolutely forbidden_ as someone to have sexy thoughts about. Her sisters on the other hand... he was ashamed to even think about it now, but in the past, he'd had several fantasies about Gela's older, (then) more-developed sisters, especially Amy; Amy was tall for a mouse female, meaning she was Milo's height, and she was quite curvy, even if those curves weren't very large, in keeping with the standards of her species. On more than one occasion, he'd pleasured himself while fantasizing about Amy Taylor lying him down on a bed to teach the younger male the ways of the flesh, taking his virginity with a softness and tenderness he hadn't thought Gela was even capable of. He hadn't done it in_years_ now, but ever since he'd realized how wrong he was about his best friend, he'd been silently ashamed of his past mental indiscretions with her sisters, so being in their presence suddenly became incredibly embarrassing. It didn't help that they were still so damned good looking, or that Amy smelled even better up close than he'd imagined... and she was so soft pressed against him... Milo resisted the urge to physically shake his head as if to eliminate such thoughts, knowing it would look rather strange to the ladies present. He would just have to endure.

As Amy leaned in, mischief in her eyes, Catherine and Jessie stepped closer, as if the four of them were partners in some conspiracy and didn't want to be overheard. "So, Milo, now that we're alone," started Amy, sounding entirely too happy for Milo's liking, "I thought it only fair that we warn you..." Oh, he didn't like the sound of that at all... "Warn me about what?" he asked, managing to keep his voice level. Jessie and Catherine exchanged a glance, and nearly broke into giggles, having to look away immediately. Amy continued, her nose twitching with delight. Rodent noses were known to twitch for almost all of their strong emotions, but years of hanging out with Gela had given the shepherd a fairly good read on which ones were which. "Well, sweetie, yesterday, I needed to ask Angela something, and she was just there on the love seat, on her laptop," she said, "I didn't mean to snoop or anything, it was just curiosity..." She looked over at her sisters, who nodded in a show of solidarity. Amy sighed and then looked back up into Milo's eyes, and for just one billionth of a second, he thought she was going to lean in and kiss him, right there in front of her siblings. Only sheer strength of will kept his ears upright. "Well, I don't quite know how to tell you this," she continued, clearly unaware of his deviant thoughts, "But she was looking up information on, ah..." She took a deep breath and tried again. "She was researching rodent-canine crossbreeding, Milo. Gela was looking into whether or not you two can have children together."

Milo had never been shot at, mugged, or involved in a car accident more serious than a fender bender on an icy road. So he wasn't quite certain, but he was pretty sure he was in shock. For one, it was now all but confirmed that the other Taylor girls were aware of how his relationship with their sister had changed, but that was far from the most important thing on his mind. Crossbreeding? Gela was looking into crossbreeding? Angela Taylor wanted to... to have his children? "Wh-what..." he stuttered, not sure what he was even trying to ask. Amy nodded, a sad, sympathetic look on her face. "I know, I know, it's a bit overwhelming, but I swear it's true, I just felt you should know," she said, softly, "And hey, keep it in mind if she tries to provide the condoms, okay?" Before he could say anything, Gela's voice came shrilly down the hall, and all four of them looked over to see her, looking none too happy and walking with a slightly odd gait. "Hey!" she cried, "What are you guys up to?" Immediately, her sisters stepped away from Milo, innocent smiles on their faces. "Nothing, nothing!" lied Jessie, poorly. Gela directed her attention to Jessie with narrowed eyes and an accusing finger. "And you!" she said, "sending me on a wild goose chase is not funny! That number lead me to one of those stupid automated systems, and I finally find out it's for a marble countertop company in New Orleans or something?" She crossed her arms and glared at her siblings. "I don't know what you've been telling Thompson here," she growled, no easy feat for a mouse, "but you'd better get out of my sight, I had plans for the night and they did _not_include covering up a multiple homicide!" Her sisters didn't seem happy about it, and Catherine stuck out her tongue at Gela, but they left, leaving Milo standing stunned in the living room, swaying slightly and staring off into space.

Once her sisters were safely out of sight, Gela sniffed derisively and turned to her friend. Milo was trying desperately not to imagine her with a swollen, gravid belly, to mixed success, which was aided when she gave him something else to think about. "Sorry about that, Mutt. I think they think you're cute when you blush or something," she said, before starting slightly and sending a suspicious look his way. "Not that you should get any ideas from that!" she added, pointedly. She grinned at the look on his face, and relaxed somewhat, shaking her head. "Sorry," she said, "it's just been a weird day." Milo managed a smile, feeling a bit better himself, and shrugged. "It's alright, I'm used to that sort of thing," he said, "Annie likes to embarrass me sometimes, too." Gela laughed, and Milo felt a little flutter in his chest at the sight, wondering how he'd failed to notice all those years how attractive the emotion was on her. "Well, if they remind you of your sister," she snickered, "then I have nothing to worry about..." The shepherd suddenly felt the need to turn his head to the side and avoid eye contact, the task of not thinking about a pregnant Gela replaced with the task of not thinking about the times he'd made love to his sister. For once, the mouse didn't notice his sudden awkwardness, and walked out of the room towards the front door, where they'd left their shoes, looking back at him as she went. "Hey, do me a favour and get me the beers I put in the fridge, wouldja?" she said, "I'll meet you in the treehouse." He nodded to her and headed to the Taylor family fridge, his tail gently wagging as his mood picked up. Gela seemed more herself again, less angry, and faced with the reality of his best friend, he found it easier to push Amy's words aside and discard the idea that Gela was looking into the idea of getting pregnant. He hunched over to reach to the back of the fridge, briefly remembering a prior occasion when he'd been in the same position and felt his brother's hands running over his bum, and no sooner had he dismissed that memory and taken hold of the cooler with Angela's name on it when a hand suddenly slapped down on the fridge door to his side, startling him and making him whack his head against the ceiling of the fridge. Yelping, Milo stumbled backwards, nearly dropping the cooler, standing up to discover Bryan Taylor standing next to the fridge, a thin smile on his lips, his whiskers twitching with an emotion Milo couldn't quite pin down. "Ah, sorry about that, Milo," he said, congenially, "I just wanted to have a word with you." "A word, Mister Taylor?" the dog asked, somewhat stupidly, though it could be forgiven, what with the bump to the head he'd just taken. "Yes," he said, his smile increasing in both size and severity, "a word about my daughter."

Milo's ears lowered towards his skull and he swallowed a whimper. Oh,crap. He'd seen enough movies to know that could only mean trouble. Like his eldest daughter, Bryan was Milo's height, though he was significantly stockier, having worked in manual labour for many years before being promoted to the position of general manager of a construction service. Despite spending most of his time these days behind a desk, the mouse was still impressively built for a rodent, his muscles still firm and well-defined, and Milo couldn't help but wonder if the other man was going to bring those muscles to bear if he said the wrong thing. Without him even replying at all, Bryan continued. "You've been spending a lot of time with Angela lately, Milo," he started, "Even more time than you used to, I mean." His tone was very carefully neutral, giving away nothing about the man's emotional state. Milo stood up straight and tried not to panic. It's not like the man was about to force him to marry her, right? For starters, the family didn't even own a shotgun. His lame attempt at humour failed to help Milo relax, and he just sort of shrugged. "Uhh, well, you know, G-Gela's a great girl," he stammered, "I've, uh, always liked hanging out with her..." Bryan nodded, the look on his face unchanging. Milo willed his tail to stay where it was, instead of hiding itself between his legs. "Mmmm. Well, son," continued the rodent, "you know that Gela's my youngest girl, my little Angel, and while I know better than anyone that of my kids, Angela's the most capable of taking care of herself, well..." He shrugged, a genuine smirk of amusement showing through for a moment. "...There are some things a man just doesn't have any control over, and one of them is the urge of a father to keep his daughters safe." Shuffling back and forth between his feet, Milo nodded slowly. "Okay..." he said, trying not to sound suspicious of where this was going. He didn't have to wait for long. "Angela's a tough girl, always has been, and I'm not worried about her getting beat up by the world, she'd just come back up swinging," he said, his eyes distant for a moment before returning to lock onto Milo's with an unsettling laser-like focus. "But she's always had more trouble than most girls dealing with her emotions," he said, staring directly at the shepherd, who was unable to look away, as though he were being hypnotized, "if you manage to get past her defences, get close to her, you can really hurt her, even if you're not intending to. And, well, son, I'd have to be blind_not_ to notice how much closer the two of you have gotten lately." For just a moment, that smirk returned. "And deaf, for that matter..."

Before Milo could dwell on that curious comment, Bryan suddenly lifted the veil and glared at the younger male, his eyes narrowing to slits even as his mouth remained in that carefully neutral grin. "So let me just say, for her sake and for yours..." he said, opening Milo's eyes as to where exactly Gela had gotten her 'scary voice' from, "You be careful up in that treehouse, you hear me?" His words were harmless, but the look in his eyes made Bryan's real message abundantly clear to the young canine; if you hurt my Angel, I'm going to build you into a wall on my next project. Swallowing, Milo quickly nodded. "Y-yeah," he managed, "I hear you." Just like that, the fire in the mouse's eyes vanished, and he was once again the kindly father Milo had been acquainted with as far back as he could remember, having known Gela since kindergarten. "Good, good," he said, cheerily, "You go have a good time, then. And tell Angela that supper will be ready in half an hour if you two don't wanna go out for burgers or something. Hope you like chili!" As Milo stepped away cautiously, Bryan gently closed the door to the fridge, turned around, and returned to the steaming pot on the stove, humming something light and happy as he stirred the boiling substance inside. Heart beating like a jackhammer, ears firmly lowered, Milo got while the getting was good, and made his way to the front door, stopping only to grab his shoes before he stepped outside of this crazy house, putting them on on the front stoop only once the door was firmly closed behind him.

Shortly after that, they were in the treehouse. Bryan Taylor was a woodworker by specialization, crafting the frames of project buildings before he'd taken a desk job. After the Taylors had moved to this house, many years earlier, Bryan had made it a personal project to take advantage of the forest the back of their property faced, and had built a rather impressive treehouse in the biggest tree within easy walking distance. It was almost more like a small apartment in a tree than a traditional treehouse; the boards were sealed against the wind and it featured actual windows instead of simple holes in the wall (windows that his children were made to understand they would have to pay for if they were damaged). Although they were much older than the children it had originally been meant for, and Milo had to slouch slightly when he stood up, Milo and Gela still liked to use the place as a personal retreat, particularly for the mouse, whose many siblings made her home a bit chaotic, even from within the confines of her room. At the moment, they had run an extension cord from the house into a window to send juice to a power strip, so they could light up the enclosed space and run a portable TV, which they actually weren't paying much attention to, having failed to notice when the vintage Schwarzenegger movie ended and a late-night rerun of Star Trek: The Next Generation began. A few hours had passed since they'd left the house, and Milo felt a little better about the day, especially with a few beers on his belt, but he was still troubled by the exchanges he'd had with Gela's family. Still unaware of these events, Gela was lounging on a large, soft chair her parents had been going to throw out before she'd 'rescued' it up to her personal sanctuary. Milo was lying on his stomach on a bare mattress in the corner, originally placed there in case the teenage festivities proved too much for someone who would suddenly need a soft place to lie down for a few hours. Of late, though, the mattress had been taking a much more active role in the goings-on in the treehouse, as suggested by the pillow and blanket on the floor next to it... not to mention the box of condoms hidden under the pillow.

For his part, Milo was staring off into space, reflecting on all that had happened since he'd arrived today, expecting a stress-free afternoon of casually exploring the body of his favourite female, getting instead all kinds of unnerving revelations from the Taylor family. Suddenly, a pink, hairless hand waved in front of his eyes, and he started, nearly dropping the mostly untouched beer he was nursing. "What the -" he managed, earning a chuckle from the mouse crouching next to him. "I said, are you okay?" she repeated, clearly amused, "No way you're spacey 'cause you're drunk already, I've always been more of a lightweight than you. Is it the argument thing? I said I'm sorry I hit you..." She hesitated for a moment, then reached forward and placed one of her hands over his. "Do - do you want to talk about it?" she asked, sounding far more uncertain of herself than she usually did. Of course, she usually didn't much care to delve into other peoples' feelings, so this was probably important. Milo found himself smiling lightly and shrugged. "Well... I don't mean to freak you out or anything..." he started, staring down at his feet, "but I'm pretty sure your sisters know that we've been, you know, intimate. A-and I think your dad might know, too." He'd expected disbelief, questions, panic; what Milo had not been expecting was for Gela to blush and avert her eyes. "Wh-what makes you say that?" she said, stuttering most uncharacteristically and looking down at her equally hairless feet, having taken her shoes off to relax in their personal 'Fortress of Solitude'. Milo looked at her sideways, but answered her question instead of asking the obvious one about her behaviour. "Well, Amy said..." he trailed off, unsure whether he should mention all of what her sister had told him. He tried again. "...Amy said something about condoms," he said, vaguely, "and she had this little smile when she said it. And, uh, your dad, jeez, he sort of gave me the 'my little girl' speech." Gela looked up and frowned, confused. "The what?" "You know, like in TV shows and movies and stuff when - " suddenly the shepherd felt the need to cough, blushing, "When a girl starts dating or whatever, her dad goes to the boy she's seeing and gives him a speech like 'if you hurt my little girl, I'll hunt you to the ends of the Earth'. Except your dad was kinda subtle about it, didn't actually say anything like that, it was more like how he said it." Gela's whiskers began to twitch in agitation and she looked back down at her toes, somewhat more pointed than a human's and with very small claws where a human would have dull toenails. When she didn't say anything, Milo tried to urge her along. "After what you did when you found out about Annie and Eric," he said, "there's no_way_ you would have told your family, right?" The mouse sighed, taking her mostly hairless tail in hand and toying with it nervously before she glanced up at Milo with a surprisingly good impersonation of the Sad Puppy Face. "Ummm... I didn't_tell_ them anything, but... I'm not sure how to say this, Thompson," she said, avoiding his gaze and staring at his nose, "but, uhh... I kinda didn't have to."

Milo stared blankly at his best friend, having no idea how to interpret that statement. "...You didn't have to," he said, as though repeating her words would make their meaning clearer. Blushing hard, Gela frowned slightly and dared to make eye contact. "Yes! I didn't have to!" she said, indignantly, "They - oh, Christ... They've probably known since the first time we did it while they were home." Suddenly, Gela wasn't the only one blushing, as Milo's mind unhelpfully conjured up the image of his lo- his friend's entire family huddled around her bedroom door, listening eagerly as she made love with the shepherd. "Wh - what?!" he asked, dismayed, "B-but we were so careful to be all quiet and stuff!" Groaning, Gela sat down on the mattress and hugged her thin legs up to her chest, burying her face between her knees, where she could still speak without having to face the dog. "I know, I know, but, um..." she paused, sighing loudly before she continued, "That was mostly for your benefit, Milo. We're mice, dude. What do they always exaggerate in cartoons when they draw mice?" The shepherd frowned for a moment, unclear where she was going. "The - oh," he said, suddenly making the connection, "The ears..." As he thought it through, his own lowered to his skull. "You mean..." As he cringed, Angela sighed, shaking her head slightly, her blonde ponytail flopping over her shoulder. "I - look, man, it's just a rodent thing, okay?" she said, somewhat defensively, "Even when we haven't Inherited the crazy pin-drop levels, our hearing is so damned good that we're basically aware of everything that goes on in the house, and soundproofing is really expensive." She looked out the window over to the house and sighed again. "So we just make nice and pretend we don't notice all the embarrassing stuff," she said, gloomily, "because otherwise it would just be_humiliating_." Standing up, Milo went and sat down next to the mouse on the mattress. He extended an arm around her to give her a supportive hug, but she made a mildly irritated noise and shrugged him off, which hurt more than he'd have expected. Not sure what to do, he looked down at his own socked feet and sighed, resisting the sudden urge to apologize, not just for the hug, but for apparently tipping _both_their families off to the new level of their relationship. "Well," he finally said, "that's going to make it awkward the next time we want to fool around in the house... Maybe we could just play reggae albums really loud so they just think we're getting stoned." Gela let out a surprised snicker at his dumb joke, and finally lifted her head, a curious look in her eyes.

"...Are you mad?" she asked, "That I didn't tell you sooner, I mean." He looked at her thoughtfully for a moment, nearly getting sidetracked with the realization of how good she looked from this angle with the sun reflecting from the window just so, and then he shook it off and shrugged. "Well, it's kind of a dick move for you to get all angry at me for my family finding out when yours has known all along," he pointed out. Gela shrugged too, looking down at the wooden floor. "Yeah, well, you told yours, mine finding out was unavoidable," she said, "and okay, maybe that makes me a hypocrite, but I was angry, it's not like you've never been there." That was a point. She was only mortal, after all. Examining the fine print on the side of the beer can, Milo let out a deep breath. "When it comes right down to it, I probably won't be able to look anyone else from your family in the eye for like a month," he said, "But I'll be okay. This is mostly just the embarrassment I should have been feeling all along catching up with me all at once." As she nodded, seeming relieved, Milo leaned back, bracing a hand against the cushy mattress, and finally took a deep swig from the beer. As he was lowering it again, he felt a soft, warm hand press down over his own, and followed it up to Angela's smiling face. She tilted her head to the side and gave his hand a squeeze. "You know, puppy..." she said, playfully, throwing in an old nickname for good measure, "We're not in the house now..." Milo was surprised, honestly, having expected from experience for Gela to remain kind of down for several hours. He supposed that since she'd known about this all along it wasn't really a new problem for her, though. Then he remembered that she was looking at him with bedroom eyes and decided not to look a gift horse in the mouth. Grinning back at her, he slowly leaned in, going for the kiss, eagerly anticipating the feel of her surprisingly soft, plush lips pressed against his own...

...Until a loud shout came from the ground outside juuuust as they were about to make contact, and the teens leapt back from each other, blushing, as if they'd been electrocuted. "Hey! Stop whatever it is you're doing up there before I gag over all this chili!" While Milo mostly looked embarrassed, Gela blushed and looked furious. "Dammit, Cory!" she shouted, scrambling over to the doorway. Milo followed her to peek out the open window. Gela's sole younger sibling, her fourteen-year-old brother Cory, was standing by the base of the tree with a tray in his hand and the usual sarcastic scowl on his face. The fact that his sister was so angry clearly only meant one thing to the teenaged rodent: victory. Smirking, he held up the covered tray. "Heya, sis. We had the chili without you," he said, smarmily, "because dad thought that for some reason you guys wouldn't want to leave the treehouse. But he didn't want you to go hungry, so he warmed up some leftovers and sent me to drop it off, as if it's my job or something." After a moment's thought, he winked, exaggeratedly enough that both of the perturbed older teens could see it. "Sorry if I got in the way of you two doing it." Milo stepped away from the window, suddenly beet red, bringing a hand to his forehead and rubbing as though he could massage away the embarrassment. "Oh, real subtle..." muttered Gela, before turning to face her friend and raising her voice, not for his benefit. "Hey Milo," she said, "hand me something that I wouldn't mind losing." Despite her obvious threat, her brother popped into view, having somehow managed to climb the ladder with the tray in his hand. "Huh," he said, quietly, "I'd have figured by now you'd be in your underwear at least." Snatching the tray from Cory, Gela glared at him with the intensity of the midday sun. "Christ, would you just fuckin' drop it?" she snapped, "What, did you want to_watch_ or something? Look, you get out of here right now, and don't you say a word about - about that again, or mom and dad are going to find out about the poster you hid in your closet!" The younger mouse went pale, visible to the naked eye thanks to the relative thinness of his fur, and whimpered quietly. "N-no..." he whined, all that sarcasm suddenly gone from his voice, "You can't do that! I'd never get that back!" Gela crossed her arms and stared at him, daring him to call her bluff. Frowning, Cory wordlessly retreated down the ladder, muttering to himself, no doubt already plotting his revenge. For a moment, Milo actually sympathized with the brat, knowing exactly how much it sucked being the youngest sibling. As Cory hurried back to the house, no doubt to check on the sanctity of the poster in his closet (Milo could guess the subject matter from his own prior experience as a fourteen-year-old boy), Gela sighed and turned around towards her friend, giving him a look that had give me strength written all over it. "Now you know why I value my alone time up here," she said, pulling the cover off the tray and revealing two Tupperware containers full of steaming chili. Shrugging, she held one up to Milo. "So, uh... chili?"

The mood thoroughly spoiled, at least for the moment, the two of them soon sat side-by-side in comfortable chairs, watching Star Trek (because neither of them could be arsed to change the channel), drinking beer, and eating chili. After a while, Milo glanced over, impressed. "You know," he said, "he was kind of scary earlier, but your dad really does make good chili." Gela grinned and chewed thoughtfully for a moment before answering. "I'll be sure to pass that along," she replied, "I bet he'll be glad to hear that." A few moments of relative silence followed as they ate, but the next time a commercial break started, the mouse glanced over at her companion and gestured to him with a spoon. "So, your birthday's coming up," she said, "You planning anything special?" Milo sat up a bit straighter in his chair, setting aside the chili and patting himself down, trying to remember which pocket he'd put something into. "Oh man!" he said, "I forgot!" Gela waved dismissively and kept eating. "Relax, dude, you've got like a week and a half," she said, still chewing the meat and beans, "we'll think of something." Retrieving his windbreaker from the floor, the skinny shepherd sighed quietly in relief, having found his quarry. "No, no," he said, his tail starting to wag, "I forgot, uh, well I was actually looking forward to coming over today because I've got something for you, but then with the argument we had and all that stuff with your family, it kinda slipped my mind." Gela looked over at him curiously, her gaze lingering on his butt for a moment as he struggled to get back from being leaned all the way over to reach his jacket. "Milo, my birthday is a week after yours, not before," she said, taking another swig of her drink, "you don't need to get me anything until the end of the month." Successfully re-acquiring a vertical orientation, the dog grinned bashfully. "I know," he said, "but this isn't the kind of gift you give the person the day of..." Shyly extending his arms towards the confused girl, he made a production of uncovering one hand with the other, revealing a pair of standard paper tickets, slightly wrinkled from their time in the pocket. Gela took them, frowning slightly in confusion, only for her eyes to bug out in pure shock that delighted her friend. "Holy shit!" she cried, her usual subtle self, "You - you got me tickets to the Silencer tour?!" Contrary to their name, Silencer was one of the louder bands around, which was probably why Angela Taylor liked them so much. Milo, grinning from ear to ear, indicated the tickets with his thumb. "Well, they're only your favourite band in the universe," he said, humbly, "and they're playing downtown on your birthday, so how could I turn down an opportunity like that?"

As Milo continued feeling delighted at her reaction, Gela looked up at him, blushing, but her eyes kept darting back to the tickets, as though she couldn't quite believe they existed. "These are pretty good seats, too," she murmured, "this must have been so expensive, Milo... I don't know what to say..." He leaned over and put his hand on hers. "Well, I didn't have any money to get you anything that one time," he said, "so I guess this kinda makes up for that." The rodent shot him an incredulous look. "We were twelve, Mutt, I understood!" she laughed, shaking her head before smiling warmly at him, her whiskers twitching in excitement. "Thank you, Milo," she said, sincerely, "This is the best present I've gotten in years." He grinned back, winking at her. "You're welcome," he said, simply, giving her hand a squeeze. Looking down at her prize, Gela blushed again, suddenly averting her eyes. "You... you got me two_of them," she observed, quietly. Milo found himself returning that blush and smiling shyly. "W-well, you know, nobody wants to go to a concert alone," he murmured, "so I figured you could, uh, take a friend or maybe one of your sisters if you wanted..." There was a pregnant pause, and then, Gela looked up, for a change looking just as bashful as her canine friend. "...Are _you doing anything that day, Milo?" she asked, innocently. "No..." he said, using every ounce of his will to keep his voice neutral and even; only the fact that he was sitting up against the back of the chair kept his tail from wagging so hard it would look like it was trying to fling itself off of his body. "Well, I know you're not crazy about Silencer, but uhh..." she trailed off, turning beet red, "...would you like to come with me to the concert?" Looking up, directly into her eyes, seeing a warmth there that Gela didn't often let shine through, Milo stifled a giggle, feeling awfully delighted himself. He'd hoped this would happen but of course hadn't dared suggest it. "It'd be my pleasure," he said, unable to keep the joy out of his voice.

Carefully putting the tickets down on her seat, the remainder of her chili forgotten, Gela stood up and walked over to Milo, still blushing and still very, very happy. Milo leaned back in his chair, chuckling softly to himself in his sheer delight as Gela leaned in and sat down in his lap. "That's one of the sweetest things you've ever done, Milo," she said, softly, "I'm sorry I was so mad earlier, seems kind of childish now. Let me make it up to you..." Placing a slender, furless hand on the back of her best friend's neck, Gela leaned in and pressed her lips against the shepherd's, kissing him with a tenderness that never failed to amaze him, given the somewhat abrasive face she showed the rest of the world. Groaning into the embrace, he eagerly kissed her back and held her tight, pressing her slight form against his own, feeling that familiar heat beginning to build up inside him. Shivering against her, he lowered his hand to her rear, groping her butt through her jean shorts and tickling the base of her mostly hairless tail. Some rodent females shaved the stray hairs that grew on their tails, but Gela had never been one for such niceties. Milo didn't care either way, as he was more focused on other parts of her anatomy. As he fondled her butt, which wasn't very plump but which was quite toned due to her athletic interests, Gela broke off the kiss in order to chuckle. "Mmmm, you do seem to have a thing for my ass, Thompson," she breathed, "And here I thought I didn't have enough junk in the trunk for that." Leaning back in, she whispered "Good boy" directly into his ear, and then settled down against his lap, grinding against him even as his penis began to stir and come to life. "Oh, fuck, Gela..." he moaned, his universe rapidly collapsing to contain only himself and the slender, warm, soft body atop him, "I - I kind of have a thing for all of you..." He leaned in to kiss her again,needing that feeling again, but she turned her head to the side with an uncharacteristic giggle. "I just love how sincere you sound when you flatter me," she said, "It makes me -" She suddenly trailed off, tensing up and averting her eyes. She had done that almost every time one of them used the L word in such conversations since they'd moved on from friends to friends-with-benefits. Reaching out and placing a hand on her cheek, he gently turned her back to face him, his voice quiet as he looked into her conflicted eyes. "It's okay," he whispered, simply, before he kissed her again. Gela remained stiff and unresponsive for a few moments, but soon she relaxed, sighing through her nostrils and returning his affections.

They remained like that, kissing softly, hands roaming each others' bodies, for a while, until Gela broke it off to nuzzle against her lover's cheek. "Goddamn, Milo..." she whispered into his ear, pausing to kiss his cheek and nibble on the side of his neck, "I - I'm so wet, I want you so bad..." As she returned to playing her impressive teeth across the sensitive skin of his neck, he closed his eyes and whimpered quietly, feeling his cock throbbing in his pants, as if protesting its continued imprisonment. "Ohhhh..." he moaned, suddenly happy to be away from prying ears, "hearing you talk like that, it always gets me so damned hot..." He opened his eyes as the mouse licked his nose playfully, smiling widely. "Why do you think I talk like that in the first place, you doof?" she asked. Without waiting for a response, she reached down and took hold of the hem of her shirt, pulling it up and over her head, exposing her soft belly and her plain black sports bra, then reaching back to free her long blonde hair from the ponytail she normally kept it trapped in. As she did this, Milo reached up and slid his hands beneath the bra, cupping her breasts and giving them a squeeze. They were on the small side, something she hadn't historically been able to decide whether she was embarrassed about or not, but Milo loved the way they fit perfectly into his hands, and played his fingers over her stiff nipples, enjoying the way she shivered above him. Hurriedly unfastening the bra and sliding it off, Gela held her hands over Milo's for a moment, trapping them against her teats and clearly savouring the moment, then got up with a reluctant look on her face, going to work on her belt. "Hurry up and get naked, Mutt," she said, "I am gonna ride you so hard..." As he stood up and pulled his own shirt off, just grabbing his collar and pulling up, Milo gathered his courage, having been planning something for the next time they did The Deed since... well, the last time they did The Deed. "Ummm... hey, Gela... I was thinking..." he started, staring down at his feet, "You, uhh, you've been on top every time we've, you know, done it, and c-cowgirl is cool and all, but I was thinking this time_I_ could be on top?" He silently cursed himself for his uncertain inflection at the end, making it sound like a question, like he was begging.

There was quiet for a moment as Gela paused in what she was doing, and then she stood up straight and turned around to face him, a sympathetic smile on her face. "Well, uhh," she started, for a change seeming almost as nervous as him, "I don't know, Milo, I really like being on top, I like looking down and seeing your face, and you can, you know, touch me since your hands are free and all..." she stepped forward and placed her hand on the shepherd's furry belly, sliding it down into his pants and groping his erection through his boxers. "I know you like it too, Mutt, so, uh, why knock what works?" He swallowed a whimper of desire as her delicate fingers ran up and down his shaft, making him throb again, no doubt leaking pre into his underwear. He did like being ridden by the mouse girl, and he knew she would make him feel so good, almost every fibre of his being was begging him to go along with it, to let her have her way...

Almost every fibre.

"No!" he suddenly cried, startling her. Tensing up, he yanked her hand out of his shorts somewhat roughly and stepped away from her, turning around and stepping away, his cheeks burning as he leaned an arm against the wall, letting his head hang down with shame, looking out the window in front of him as if seeking a distraction from the scene he'd just created. There was about a second of awkward silence before Gela spoke up. "M-Milo? Are you okay? Was it, uhh... I - I didn't mean to..." she sounded confused, embarrassed, maybe a little worried, but she didn't sound angry. The dog was suddenly reminded of the warning he'd received from her father about being able to hurt her once he got close to her, and he sighed, feeling even more like shit. Turning around, he pressed his back against the wall and slid down to the floor, resting his chin on his knee and closing his eyes. "I'm sorry, Gela," he said, softly, "it's just that I..." He tried to find the words to explain it, and looked up when he felt a hand on his shoulder. Gela stood there, a concerned look in her eyes, an arm draped across her bare chest as if she was less sure of herself in her nudity in this unusual moment. Without a word, she joined him on the floor, leaning against the same wall and tilting her head to the side, resting it on his shoulder. Swallowing, feeling his heart beating faster, he reached down and took hold of her free hand, lacing his fingers between hers. He felt her start to pull it away before she relaxed and closed her fingers over his knuckles. I'm here for you. Suddenly feeling surer of himself, Milo sighed again. "It's a stupid canine thing, I'm really sorry, Gela" he said, not caring that he was repeating his apology. "No, it's okay," she said, quietly, "I know that culture stuff is important to you. Uhh, what kind of canine thing exactly?" He looked over at her, ears lowering to his head, wondering, as he had in the past, if she thought he was old-fashioned and dumb for being invested in the ways of his kind. "My whole life," he said, "I've been taught that canine boys are supposed to be strong and brave and charismatic, that they're supposed to be dominant. Being the Alpha is supposed to be a life goal or something. And I'm just...not." Feeling the mouse rubbing her thumb over the back of his hand, he paused for a moment, and then took a deep breath and continued. He'd been letting this stew for a while, after all, and after that outburst she deserved the whole thing.

"I don't actually care which of us is on top, Gela," he said, "it's just a dominance thing, it's more about how you take control whenever we do it, and I just lie back and let you. And it isn't even just when we're having sex, either, I always just follow your lead, let you make the decisions for us. Face it, mousie, you wear the pants in this relationship. You're the Alpha. And I... I'm just your bitch." He shook his head, blushing as hard as he could ever remember, feeling ashamed of himself. He briefly pondered the idea of whether he'd have been able to admit all this without having had a few beers earlier, but Gela took his attention back. "Ohh, Milo... why didn't you just tell me this was bothering you?" she asked, softly, "you_know_ I don't think of you as my bitch, you're -" here she paused a moment, and audibly swallowed, her own cheeks darkening as she replied, "You're so, so important to me." He shrugged, momentarily dislodging her head, then leaned back, looking up at the ceiling while she made herself comfortable again. "I - I kinda thought you'd laugh at me, honestly," he admitted, "I know that you don't care at all about your rodent heritage, so I've never been sure if you, you know, respected the way I worry about canine stuff." There was another moment of silence as the teens listened to each others' breathing, felt the warmth of the body leaning against them. "Okay, first, I would never laugh at you for that stuff," Gela said, finally, "it's important to you, so hey, more power to you. Now then... I'm gonna tell you two things that I've never told you before, okay? So don't go spreading this around." He nodded wordlessly, and she cleared her throat and kept going. "The reason I don't like rodent culture, Milo, is that it's basically the exact opposite of yours," she said, "Ever since I was a kid, I was scolded for being loud and hyper and athletic, I was told that a proper mouse is shy and quiet and into things like reading and crocheting and, I dunno, stamp collecting. A proper mouse is submissive, doesn't make waves, goes along with the group." Milo, not having known that, frowned, surprised. "Really? Because you're a girl?" he asked, looking over at her. "No, there's that at least..." she muttered, "All rodents are expected to be like that. Being the head of a family is seen as a_burden_, not an honour. Like I said, the exact opposite of canine culture. So my whole life, I've basically done my best to defy all that, to be loud and obnoxious and just live my life the way I wanted to. Whenever I do end up following someone else's lead, I always get this, I don't know, kind of itchy feeling like I'm giving in to that backwards bullshit, and I just, uhh, it makes me super uncomfortable. That's part of the reason why I'm always trying to, you know, wear the pants."

There was a moment of silence as Milo tried to absorb all this. He'd never really looked into mouse culture all that closely, and it had never occurred to him that Gela didn't care much for her own heritage because of what it stood for, not just out of general disinterest. "...I had no idea," he said, quietly, "I should have asked, should have, I don't know..." He struggled to find the words, but Gela interrupted his thoughts with a pfft, waving dismissively, having apparently gotten over her discomfort with the moment, letting her girls breathe. "It's okay, Milo," she said, "it's not like it was a problem that you could have helped with, it's just the way my head works." There was another moment of silence, and then Milo's ears perked up, picking up an unasked question in her earlier explanation. "...So you said that's part of the reason," he pointed out, "what's the rest?" He felt the mouse girl tense up suddenly, felt the warmth of her blush against his shoulder. "Oh! Uhh..." she said, suddenly sounding_profoundly_ uncomfortable, "W-well, there is one other thing..." He gave her hand a squeeze and found himself smiling, rather enjoying the way they were confiding in each other. "Come on, mousie," he said, "you know you can tell me anything." She made an agitated noise, and he felt her whiskers tickle his fur as her nose wrinkled to display her turmoil. "Well, okay, but you'd better promise me this never leaves this treehouse," she said, hesitantly, "and I mean it, I don't want you telling your other friends, I don't want you telling your siblings, shit, Thompson, if you get captured by terrorists I don't want you telling them this under torture, you hear me?" The shepherd suppressed a snicker; Gela was prone to being melodramatic when something was especially embarrassing to her. "I promise," he said, as solemnly as he could manage, "my lips are sealed."

She sat up, removing her head from his shoulder, and pulled her hand free of his so she could toy her fingers together in front of her navel, nervously focusing on her hands instead of looking anywhere near him. "Okay, so uhh, this one's a bit more straightforward than all that culture stuff, right? It's just like..." Gela trailed off, biting her lip (something he found incredibly adorable on her, though he didn't bring it up) before continuing with a sigh, "W-well, I'm not_short_, Mutt, you know that, right? This is the, uh, the average height for female mice my age, it's just that we rodents aren't really known for being basketball players, eh?" She coughed, and Milo thought that she seemed so uncomfortable, so much more than he expected, that he almost told her it was okay, she didn't have to share whatever this was, when she steeled herself and kept going. "Okay, so my sisters are all taller than I am, but they just got lucky or something, I don't know..." she muttered, "Anyway, I'm sh-shorter than you because I'm a mouse and you're a dog, and our average sizes are, you know, real different. I mean, look at your brother, he's bigger than my dad, and dad's worked construction for like twenty years." Sensing she was awaiting some kind of acknowledgement, he nodded tentatively. "Okay..." he said, trying to cram as much supportiveness into those two syllables as he could. Gela went as far as turning her head to study the other side of the room, looking away from him as she kept talking. "Soooo... so it's not just height that's different," she said, nervously, "our entire bodies are different sizes, you know what I'm saying? L-like, you're a lot bigger than a lot of mouse guys our age, even if you're kinda short compared to a lot of dogs." He sat there, wondering what the hell she was getting at. When the silence continued for a few seconds, she looked back at him, blushing as hard as he could ever remember seeing, and then pouted, looking frustrated. "Oh, come onnnnn, Thompson, do I really have to spell it out for you?" she moaned, "This is embarrassing!" The shepherd felt legitimately bad for her as he shrugged helplessly. "I - I'm sorry, Gela," he apologized, "I just don't see where you're going with this..." For a moment, Angela buried her face in her hands, groaning in humiliation. "Oh_God..._ you'd better not be playing dumb just to hear me say this..." she muttered, before taking a deep breath and hugging her legs tight against her bare chest. There was yet another pause, before she finally managed to say what she'd been struggling with. "...Dammit, Milo," she snapped, "You've got a really big dick, okay?! There! I said it!"

Milo sat there, stunned into silence as his best friend groaned piteously and pushed her face between her knees, wrapping her arms around her legs and curling up into a ball. The shepherd's brain was having trouble working out what had just happened. Angela Taylor had just told him his dick was really big, which clearly embarrassed her, and yet he could feel himself stirring in his shorts for the first time since he'd gone flaccid after he spoiled the mood. He couldn't really help it if he found those words so appealing. "Wha..." he started, his thoughts in chaos, before giving up and just gawking at her. Gela didn't seem to notice, sheepishly looking up and shrugging. "You asked, remember? Why I always try and wear the pants?" she said, "Well, you're just so damned big that you, oh Jesus I can't believe I'm saying this to your face, you stretch me out inside!" Finally unable to take it any longer, she jumped up to her feet and strode over to the back wall, crossing her arms and staring out a window facing the woods, meaning at the moment she had a great, scenic view of darkness and leaves. "You remember our first time?" she asked, not waiting for an answer to her rhetorical question, "When I dropped down on top of you to pop my cherry and get it done and over with... fucking A, Milo, that hurt like hell! And it wasn't just the virgin part, I hurt inside all over, I just..." she trailed off, letting out a rare whimper as she shook her head. Milo stood up himself and walked up behind her, not wanting to touch her or intrude too badly. "I, uh, I gotcha," he said, letting her off the hook, "Too much, too fast." She nodded gratefully, then sighed. "So the reason I'm always on top of you," she said, quietly, "the reason I always want to, uh, be the Alpha, you'd put it, is that it makes it easier for me to find a pace I can keep up without accidentally hurting my pussy, okay?"

Her explanation over, Gela continued staring out the window, and Milo turned around, feeling empathically self-conscious on his friend's behalf. He bent over the small table where they'd once planned their trick-or-treating routes for maximum candy, and studied the gashes and scuffs that gave it its character, most notably, 'Milo + Gela best friends forrever!' carved in the corner. He smirked at the spelling error, remembering how funny she had found it at the time. "I'm sorry, Gela," he finally said. He heard a snort of amusement behind him. "What, you're sorry that you have a big cock?" she asked, entertained by the very idea, "Somehow I doubt it." He laughed softly at that, shaking his head even though he knew she wasn't looking at him. "No, no, I mean... this whole time, I've just been stressing over which of us was dominant and which was submissive," he said, "when really you're just as worried about it as I am, and you're trying not to hurt yourself to boot. I never even considered any of that, I just thought you liked doing it cowgirl because, you know, you like being in charge, full stop." Letting his head hang down, he sighed, closing his eyes. "You know, I know it's what comes naturally to me, but I really wish I wasn't so subby," he said, daring to say the words out loud as he reached for the cooler, intending to grab another beer. To his surprise, he felt Gela's arms wrap loosely around him from behind, and the dog shivered as he felt her breasts pressing against his back. "Oh, I don't know," Gela said, having recovered the playful tone to her voice, "I kinda like you this way." He swallowed, not sure what to say to that. "Gela, I do-" She interrupted as if he hadn't spoken at all. "So, pup, have you ever heard of this thing called... pegging?" He instantly tensed up, his ears lowering, and she giggled at his reaction. "Ooooh, I'll take that as a yes," she said, teasingly, "Just think, Milo, I put on a nice big strap-on, maybe get it canine-sized just for you, and I make like your ancestors and bury my bone... right beneath your tail." As she spoke, she suddenly slipped a hand into his pants and pressed a finger against the spot in question. The shepherd gasped, a thought instantly popping into his head. Oh God, Annie told her everything!

He couldn't help but imagine Gela pushing a finger into his rear and seeking out that damnable spot that put such delicious pressure on his prostate, pushing him off the edge and forcing him to come, hard, from getting fingered. But instead, the mouse moved her hand away, gripping a buttock as she began to grind her hips against his butt from behind, not entirely unlike the way his brother did it before they were intimate. Milo blushed; even with the absence of a rock-hard penis, the movement was still turning him on. "Come on, Milo," she cooed in his ear, "Aren't you the slightest bit interested what it's like to be on the receiving end of a good old-fashioned fucking? I know I'm curious what it's like to dish one out... Oooh! Lookie here!" She chuckled softly and moved her hand around his body, taking hold of his stiffening cock. He blushed, shivering; he knew Gela liked to tease him, but this was the first time she'd deliberately played on his subby nature. He didn't really like exactly how much he was enjoying it. As she began to stroke his cock inside his pants, continuing to hump against his butt, she kissed and licked and nipped at his neck, obviously enjoying herself. "Mmmm, please say it, Milo, please say you'd try it if I had the equipment..." she whispered into his ear, before nibbling on it, "I mean, I don't, but maybe someday, would you maybe like to try it?" The dog whimpered, finding a part of himself wishing she would return her finger to his back door, feeling his tail twitching upwards as if inviting her in. The truth was, having learned how good it felt to bottom for his brother, he really,really liked the idea of receiving the same experience from Gela, getting worked up to the point where his cock throbbed in her hand, leaking some pre into his underwear. Closing his eyes and shuddering against her, Milo swallowed a whine and sighed. "C-come on, Gela..." he managed, "We b-both know you wear the pants in the relationship, but... can we just hold off on questions like that?" To his dismay, the mouse began to giggle excitedly. "I'm gonna take that as a yes, then," she laughed, switching to the playful tone one might use with a pet feral, "That's right, momma's little pup wants to be a good boy and raise his tail so she can rock his world, yes he does! Whoosa good boy? Whoosa good boy?" Groaning with frustration, both at his own subby nature and her relentless teasing, Milo suddenly pushed back, then in one motion, took hold of Gela and stepped around behind her, pushing her into the same position he'd just been in, making sure to press his hard-on against her butt, the tip rubbing against the underside of her tail through their clothes. She was so taken by surprise, she barely had time to yelp. "Hey! How about this, then?" he asked, exaggeratedly cheery, "I'll let you fuck my ass if_I_ can return the favour to you!" He began to grind against her as she shuddered in his grip. "M-Milo?!" she gasped, as he leaned in to lick the back of her neck, enjoying the tart flavour of her sweat. "Juuuust imagine, mousie," he said, "this great big canine dick shoved into your tight little butt. You may have trouble sitting for a day or so, but..." She interrupted him as she pushed back against him, blushing. "Okay! Okay! Point taken!" she cried, "Don't tease the dog about being subby! Sheesh!"

Letting her go, his point indeed made, Milo stepped away from the blushing mouse and plopped himself down in the chair, observing that the programming schedule had moved on to an old episode of The Practice. Legal drama wasn't really his thing, but then he wasn't really in the mood to watch TV. He sighed and glanced over at Gela, who didn't seem as upset as he'd feared she might get; perhaps she thought she deserved that. "I think little outbursts like that might be all the 'dominance' I'm capable of," he sighed, "I don't know who I'm kidding, I don't even talk about the stuff I don't like." The shepherd was prepared to go on bemoaning the personality fate had granted him, but Gela stepped in front of him, blocking the TV (though he had to admit that he preferred a topless mouse in tight shorts over a bunch of uptight stiffs in suits), and frowned. "Wait a minute," she said, "what stuff don't you like?" Suddenly put on the spot, he shrugged, looking down at his feet. "Oh, well, uh, there's the way you always just get up and leave after we're done fooling around, usually go for the shower," he said, feeling self-conscious. Gela's tail slapped against the hardwood floor, warning him that he was treading on thin ice. "W-well, I just wanna get clean, right?" she muttered, "I don't like feeling icky and covered in sweat and, uhh, stuff." Milo shrugged, rather wishing he hadn't brought this up. "I know, and that's okay, it's just, uh..." he swallowed, gathering his nerve and looking up at her, "S-sometimes, after we're done, I'd kinda like to, you know... cuddle? I know we get messy and gross by the time we're done, but maybe it won't be so bad if we're holding each other, you know, like if we're messy and gross together?" Gela didn't look completely convinced, but she nodded slightly, as if tucking that suggestion away for later... or to be immediately discarded while she put on a pretense of taking it to heart so that Milo wouldn't make a scene. "I didn't realize you wanted that, puppy," she said, softly, "How can I make that up to you? Wait, scratch that. I think I know something every guy enjoys..."

She stepped up in front of the chair and reached down to her shorts, finally continuing the task interrupted by Milo's outburst earlier. "Do me a favour," she said, softly, "and get nice and naked for me, okay?" She didn't have to tell him twice, and soon he was wrestling with his own shorts, tugging them down his legs and trying to yank his boxers off before he remembered he hadn't opened the clip for his tail. He was distracted from stripping, however, when he glanced up and saw something he hadn't been expecting. As Gela smoothly slid her shorts down her thighs, what came into view wasn't one of her usual pairs of boxers, as the tomboy preferred, but a pair of snug, cherry red panties that showed off her figure very nicely. "G-Gela?" he asked, wondering if his calendar was wrong and his birthday had come early. She blushed, but she was smiling. "Do you like them?" she asked, "I got them just for you, Milo, so consider yourself lucky. Most of the time I feel like I have to act, uhh, boyish in order to flip off that submissive rodent stuff, but around you I feel like I can relax more, not worry about being judged or anything... you know, these are_more comfortable than I expected. Still kinda prefer the boxers though." She winked as if nothing was out of the ordinary, and as he sat there, stupefied, she reached down and gently tugged his underwear down and off, revealing that his penis had only made it to half-mast since her grinding shenanigans over at the table. He was expecting her to lose the underwear and climb on top of him again, but to his shock, she instead dropped to her knees, taking his prick in her hand and shaking her head. "Damn, Milo," she muttered, "it really never occurred to you that this might be a bit big for me?" As the dog watched, she leaned forward, tentatively parting her lips, and he brought his hand down over his prick, alarmed. "Wh-what are you doing, Gela?" he asked, as though he'd never heard of the idea before. She looked at him incredulously. "What does it _look like I'm doing?" she asked, blushing, "I'm trying to suck your cock, you ingrate. You know, because I never return the favour after you go down on me." She actually laughed at the look of uncertainty on his face. "What?" the mouse asked, "Are you afraid I'll bite it off or something? I know the front teeth are big and sharp, but I promise I'll be careful. Now move your hands so I can -" he shook his head firmly with a whimper. "B-but you've been drinking, Gela!" he protested, "If I let you suck me off, and it turns out it's just because you're buzzed, you might kick my ass in the morning!" "Seriously?" she asked, amused, "Even though it was my idea?" Her smirk faded as he nodded. Frowning at him, Gela suddenly moved her hands to grip his legs behind the knees, and lifted, pushing him back on the seat and exposing his butt. "What the hell?! What are you doing?!" he cried, leaning to either side, trying to get a better view of what she was doing. "Let me put it to you this way, Thompson," she said, matter-of-factly, "Either you calm the hell down and let me give you a blowjob, which is kind of embarrassing for me, by the way, or I'm going to hold you down and give you a rimjob, and then I'll definitely kick your ass in the morning!" To emphasize her point, she stuck out her tongue, wiggling it around comically in the air, and very slowly leaned closer to his butt. It was the strangest threat Milo had ever received, but he had to admit it worked.

Whimpering, Milo raised his hands in surrender. "Okay! Okay!" he gasped, "I give up!" Gela grinned angelically as she let go of his knees and let his legs fall back down into position. As he self-consciously scootched closer to the edge of his chair to make it easier for her, she looked up at him with a wry grin. "That ought to teach you not to look a gift horse in the mouth," she said, "Pun intended." She then took a deep breath as she reached out and took hold of his prick again, gently giving it a squeeze, softly rubbing along the shaft to help him that last little ways towards his full stiffness. From the way she was looking at him, Milo almost expected her to back out, even after 'persuading' him to let her do it, but she moved closer on her knees, glanced up at him, and then, tensing up, preparing herself, the mouse leaned forward. Whiskers twitching, she gave his cock a curious sniff, and then quickly snapped out her tongue and gave his shaft a quick lick, the look on her face suggesting first that she was expecting the taste to be sour, and then that it was nowhere near as unpleasant as she'd feared. Visibly relaxing, she licked him again, as if to make sure of her findings, and then, finally, she allowed herself to really get into it, running her tongue from the base of his erection all the way up to the tip, both teens shivering as she pulled back. "Huh," she murmured to herself, almost too quiet for Milo to hear, "That's not so bad after all." With that, and another glance at his face, she leaned back in and began to lick him quite thoroughly, bathing the skin of his cock with her _profoundly_soft tongue, and the shepherd leaned back, shuddering, and moaned quietly as his toes curled up on the floor next to the rodent's knees. "Oh, God, Gela..." he said, softly, "That feels so damned good..." He grunted with surprise as he felt her move further down his body, curiously licking at his scrotum, playing her tongue across the wrinkled skin of his sac, pausing only long enough to whisper her answer, the first hints of arousal building in her voice. "Well that's good," she said, between licks, "because it's kinda supposed to, dude... Jeez, Milo, I - I never paid much attention before, but when it's, uh, right in my face like this... your scent, it's... it's doing things to me..." Churring quietly, she boldly took one of his testes into her mouth and ran her tongue along its surface; although Milo could feel her front teeth against his skin, he felt no fear, for he knew Gela could be gentle when she felt like it.

After a moment, she released his ball, blushing at her impulsive action, and then moved back up to his dick, pulling back when she felt him throb at her touch; a drop of pre-come emerged from his tip and began to drool down the underside of his shaft. With another glance up at Milo, who wouldn't have looked away from the sight if aliens had landed in the Taylors' backyard, she locked her eyes on his, smirked, and dragged her tongue up his cock, licking up the errant pre in the process. This was one of the most arousing things Milo had ever seen in his young life, and at the same time it was so brazen that he blushed and averted his eyes, smiling shyly. Fortunately, he dared to look back just in time to see Gela lean up and close her lips around the head of his penis, taking him into her mouth for the first time. He actually gasped out loud, digging his stubby canine claws into the armrests of the chair and arching his back (briefly giving his tail room to wag madly). "Fuck!" he cried, "Oh, Angela..." he couldn't help but whimper as he sank back into the chair, trembling as he watched the mouse slowly take his entire length into her muzzle, not having the unfortunate shallowness of a human mouth to work with. It was a curious sensation to Milo; he'd been sucked off to incredible orgasms by his older brother, who'd picked up a few tricks from a casual lover who loved performing fellatio almost as much as she loved breathing oxygen. But at the same time, even though Gela's ministrations were as much about curious exploration as they were about pleasing Milo, and she was clearly an amateur at the act, there was just something about who was performing it on him that made Milo shudder and twitch at her lightest touch. He didn't really put much effort into reading anything into this, though, being more concerned with experiencing the moment. As Gela pulled back up, she let his manhood slip out of her mouth entirely, a strand of saliva bridging them momentarily, and she grinned and gave him a warm look. "You know," she whispered, "I don't know what it is, but I really like it when you call me 'Angela' when we're being all intimate and stuff." As she returned to her task, taking him into her mouth again, Milo let out a shuddery breath and let his head loll back, closing his eyes for a moment and just enjoying the sensations of lips and tongue against his sensitive prick. "Th-then I'll make sure to k-keep doing it..." he said, trembling from head to toe.

This continued for some time, Gela gently bobbing her head up and down along her lover's shaft, and Milo writhing and gasping at her ministrations. After thinking about it for a moment, he reached forward and placed his hand on the mouse's head, rubbing at the base of one of her ears. She looked up at him and paused momentarily, but resumed suckling on his cock after a moment, since he wasn't doing anything too odd. He quickly moved his fingers from her ear to her long, blonde hair; to Milo's estimate, it was as soft as silk and as beautiful as gold. His smile widened slightly as he remembered the night he'd told her that, one of the rare, treasured occasions he'd seen Gela Taylor acting bashfully. His attention was drawn back to the present when he heard Gela moan quietly around his dick, and realized that while one of her hands was resting on his thigh, the other one was... he craned his head to try to see as he wondered if his thought was correct; was she_playing with herself_ while she sucked him off? He and the mouse had shared many things with each other, but he had yet to get to watch Gela masturbating, so the idea that she was driven to do so by this... his toes curled up again, and he throbbed against her tongue. After a few moments, the hand that wasn't up to anything, kinky or otherwise, slid across his leg and gently lifted his balls, as if trying to get a feel for their weight. Gela let him fall out of her mouth again and looked up. "Milo?" she asked, softly, "Does it feel good when, you know, your nads get played with?" As if to underline her question, she leaned in and kissed his scrotum, before bringing out her tongue and dragging it across the wrinkled skin. Her eyes, however, remained locked on his face, expecting an answer to her question. He found actually providing one more difficult than expected, thanks to her nimble tongue. "I - I guess so... it's, ahhh, it's more like it makes it feel better when I'm d-doing other stuff," he managed, "I don't think I c-could get off just from touching my balls..." The mouse dragged her tongue up his shaft back to the tip in one smooth motion, her fingers remaining behind to squeeze and knead Milo's testicles. "Interesting..." she murmured, before taking him into her mouth again. Milo swore he heard an 'mmmmm' sound as her tongue returned to his cock.

It wasn't much longer after that that Milo felt the pressure beginning to build up inside him, that his legs began to twitch and dance on either side of the slender mouse kneeling in front of him. Apparently much more into it than either of them thought, Gela, her eyes still closed, just tilted her head to the side to let him pop out, told him to hold still, and took him back into her muzzle. As she bottomed out again, he throbbed, hard, and as the rodent pulled back, her tongue slathered across the sensitive tip of his cock, like she was gathering his pre. Letting out a whimper as he shuddered, Milo shook his head, even though she wasn't looking at him, and forced his thoughts into order long enough to speak. "B-but Gela, I - I'm..." he stuttered, "Oh Christ, I'm gonna come! I'm s-so fucking c-close..." It was basic etiquette, as far as he was concerned, but if there was anyone in the world whom he never wanted to surprise like this, it was Gela Taylor. To his horror, though, she didn't budge, staying right where she was. "N-no, seriously, mousie," he warned, "I'm g-gonna pop any second, you gotta move or I'll - I'll... oh no, oh no!" As the point of no return hurtled towards him, despite his best efforts to fight it off, Gela suddenly pulled back until just the head of his cock was in her mouth and moved the hand that was up to mysterious deeds up into view by wrapping it around his wet, slick shaft and stroking as hard and as fast as she could. Recognizing the futility of his situation, and assuming that he was going to get his head torn off in the morning, Milo whimpered and surrendered to the moment, deciding he may as well enjoy the night. Arching his back as his orgasm exploded within him, Milo vaguely remembered to show some_restraint as he moaned, lest someone in the distant house overhear his cries, which materialized in the form of a long, low_ohhhhhhh! As Gela continued to stroke his throbbing shaft, he helplessly spurted again and again within the warm, wet confines of her mouth, painting her tongue with sticky strands of hot, gooey canine semen. He writhed and moaned under her ministrations, grunting in time with his releases, and for a brief, happy period, he thought his climax was never going to end. But eventually, the mouse's soft lips and eager tongue had milked him dry, and he slumped back in his seat with a groan, wondering when the treehouse had started spinning.

Milo had shut his eyes to try and shake off the vertigo, but once it passed, he opened them again and whimpered, his ears slowly lowering to his skull. Gela still knelt between his knees; in fact, she hadn't even moved a muscle, as far as he could tell. Perhaps she was in shock at the sensation of her lover ejaculating in her mouth, the way he had been the first time he blew Eric and his brother forgot to warn him. But he'd given her pretty clear warnings, so why hadn't she...? She began to move again, and Milo let out a quiet canine whine, feeling like a condemned criminal. The mouse let go of his shaft, still slick with her saliva, and very carefully pulled her head back so that his prick slid out from between her lips. As his half-deflated penis slapped down against his thigh, Gela sat down on her legs and swallowed, loudly enough for Milo to hear it clearly. She just sat there for a few seconds more, blinking and staring off into space. Finally, she glanced up at him, blushed, and looked back to the nothing-in-particular she'd been looking at so intently. "Okay..." she said, matter-of-factly, "that_part was probably because of the beer." Milo remained still and silent, not sure what was about to happen. The rodent turned to look at his right knee, but still didn't quite manage eye contact. "I - I'm not gonna lie, Mutt, I thought that was gonna be a chore, you know, something gross that I did because I -" she trailed off, blushing even _harder, then tried again. "...Because it's only fair to return the favour," she said, "But, uhh... that wasn't so bad. Just tasted like sweat, mostly, and your stuff was kinda weird, all slimy and I wasn't expecting it to be so hot, but..." Finally, she managed to look up at his face, her whiskers twitching with... embarrassment? Excitement? "...But it didn't taste_bad_, so, uh, maybe I could be persuaded into trying it again," she said, quietly, "though I don't know if I'd swallow next time... aww, shit!" The shepherd didn't wince, to his credit, though it was close. "What?" he dared to ask. Gela glanced up, and Milo was immensely relieved to see a slightly self-conscious smirk on her lips. Crossing her arms and sitting back on her heels, the mouse indicated first his junk, then his face with a nod of her head. "It was so perfect, I had a mouth full of come and everything," she pouted, "I should have snowballed you!" Surprised, Milo found himself laughing, feeling the stress of potential impending doom melting away as Gela sighed exaggeratedly and grinned at him. "I bet you'd have been way into that, too, you kinky puppy," she said, taking hold of his knees to help her as she got back up to her feet.

Once upright again, Gela placed her hands on her butt and arched her upper body with a grunt, smoothing out a kink in her back (and having a lovely visual effect on her chest, to Milo's silent appreciation). That done, she looked down her body and snickered. "Wow," she breathed, "all that stuff with your scent turned me on more than I thought... I'm so wet..." Milo's eyes followed hers down to her panties, and his mouth was suddenly dry as he saw a noticeable dark patch in the fabric between her legs. Sticking her thumbs under the waistband, Gela pulled the underwear down her smooth legs, sighing with relief as she stepped out of them. "That's better," she said, calmly, "feels_good_ to be naked on a warm-ass night." She stepped forward, leering at her friend with bedroom eyes, and for a moment, Milo thought she was going to climb right on top of him. "Uhh, Gela?" he asked, meekly, "I'm pretty sure I can't get it up so soon, so I_whoa!" To his surprise, the naked girl suddenly kicked out a foot, pressing against the back of the chair, hard, so that it reclined without warning, dropping Milo into a horizontal position. He sputtered a protest, restating his current lack of abilities, but Gela brought a finger to his lips, shushing him. "It's okay, puppy," she said, softly, "You don't need your dick for this part. You didn't think I was just gonna sit around and twiddle my thumbs while we waited for you to get your mojo back, did you?" As she spoke, Gela moved her hand to his cheek and gently stroked the soft fur there. The shepherd's eyes widened slightly and instinctively dropped down from her face to her pelvis, and she chuckled. "That's right, baby..." she cooed, putting a leg on either side of the chair, walking forward until she was directly aligned with Milo's face, and then settling down and making herself comfortable, her glistening slit inches from her lover's muzzle. Milo unconsciously inhaled sharply as the mouse lowered herself towards him, with the net effect that his nostrils were filled with the scent of her core, achingly feminine and so unique to Angela Taylor. A rodent's sense of smell was somewhere in the order of a few _thousand_times more powerful than a human's, but canines, of course, were no slouches in the scent department either, so it felt as though her scent was filling his lungs, spreading to all parts of his body, filling him with naughty excitement. Gela's pheromones were rodent, intended to woo an entirely different species, but Milo still found his toes curling up, finding them _irresistible, perhaps more effective on him than a canine girl's scent would be. Certainly more effective than his sister Annie's, anyway. He swallowed a whimper, staring at her vulva as though he was anticipating the meaning of life to emerge from within, but she leaned to the side to see his eyes and quickly and efficiently pushed all ridiculous metaphors and random thoughts out of his head. "Hey, Mutt, what are you waiting for?" she asked, playfully, before using a line he'd heard many times in cheesy porn, albeit somewhat modified for her gender; "Come on, Milo, it ain't gonna eat itself!"

One could be forgiven for assuming he would immediately 'dig in' with gusto, but in truth, Milo froze up. Gela, seeing the look on his face, was a bit taken aback. "You okay, Thompson?" she asked, "You never had a problem with it before..." Milo blushed and shrugged. "It's just..." he started, "It's just that, the way you're, like, straddling me..." "...Is pretty dominant, I get it," Gela finished, sadly. She started to back away from him, but he reached up and put a hand on her thigh, stopping her. "W-wait, Gela," he said, blushing harder, "I've been kinda thinking about it, and, umm..." He thought back to something someone else had told him about actions he was hesitant to take, and swallowed, looking up with a shy smile. "You're really special to me, mousie, so while I'd still rather be more, I don't know, assertive..." he said, gathering his nerve, "...if I'm gonna be submissive to someone, maybe... maybe it's okay if it's you."

Beaming down at him, whiskers dancing with excitement, Gela moved back into position and wiggled her hips encouragingly. "That means a lot to me, Milo," she said, softly, "So... wanna start practicing that philosophy?" His grin widening, he licked his chops exaggeratedly and reached up, placing his hands on top of her thighs just to the side of her hips, then gently pulled her down against his muzzle, eagerly pressing his mouth against her labia, sticking out his wide, flat tongue and dragging it from the bottom of her slit to the top, briefly kissing her stubby clitoris to top off his 'hello'. "Aaah! Fuck me sideways," she said, using one of Milo's favoured profanities, "I always f-forget how good your tongue feels..." The mouse began to chitter, closing her eyes (as she couldn't see any of the fun details anyway) and focusing on the moment as Milo continued to get warmed up, teasing her relentlessly. He stuck his tongue just_inside her, licking along the underside of her outer lips before returning to just tracing her cleft with the tip of his tongue. Just when he thought she was going to start complaining, he wrapped his lips around her love button, gently sucking on the fleshy nub in a manner not entirely unlike the way he liked to play with her nipples. She stiffened as he did this, letting out a choked gasp. Releasing her clit so as not to drive the poor girl insane with over-stimulation of the exceptionally sensitive flesh, he finally pushed his tongue between her lips and into her wet warmth. He couldn't speak for the state of her panties, but he could indeed confirm: she was _soaked. Lapping up her sweet juices, Milo felt a tingle run down his spine. There was just something... actually, he couldn't really put it into words, there was just a feeling that filled his mind when he was pleasuring Gela, unlike either of the siblings he'd had casual relations with, that made him lick more energetically, savour the moment more thoroughly, and enjoy each and every twitch and gasp and whimper from the warm body above him. "G-goddamn, Milo," Gela said, panting like one of_his_ feral ancestors, "if I didn't know any better, I'd think you'd been p-practicing." The shepherd blushed, a vision of his sister's somewhat rounder, fuller body flashing through his mind, to be quickly washed away by the immediacy of the vulva pressed against his lips, the throbbing clitoris in the periphery of his vision, and the delicious honey that leaked out of his lover and ran down his cheek, having been missed by his tongue. As if she somehow knew, and wanted to ensure his attention was focused on the present, that she was the only girl on his mind, Gela moaned needily and pushed down, grinding her pussy against the shepherd's face.

At first, he was thrown for a loop by this unexpected behaviour, in fact with his mouth and nostrils suddenly pressed against her flesh, he almost panicked, worrying momentarily that he might suffocate. But when he adjusted his head to free his cold, wet nose from the soft, warm skin of Gela's groin, he found himself immensely turned on by this behaviour. Relaxing and remembering that it was okay to let Gela wear the pants, he shivered as she pressed her drooling slit against his mouth, and he energetically returned to lapping up her flavourful juices, finally bringing a hand down from her thigh and pushing two fingers inside her while he licked at her outer lips and twitching love button. He (very) briefly considered slipping his wetted fingers under her tail while she was distracted by his mouth, and playing with her butt for a while, though he recognized that Gela wasn't nearly as comfortable experimenting with new things as his siblings, at least not when they were sprung on her without warning. He couldn't possibly imagine that ending well, at any rate, so he resisted temptation and just started fingering her the vanilla way, rubbing his fingers along her inner walls and occasionally swapping them out for his tongue. He shivered, enjoying the texture of Gela's vagina against his taste buds, and noted, distantly, that his flaccid penis was beginning to react to his arousal again. As the rodent's tight channel squeezed and gripped at his tongue, and her mouth began to mutter and whimper to herself, mostly a litany of "oh yes" and "eat me" and "oh God" in varying order, Milo noticed, as his fingers came to a halt for a moment, pressed against her clitoris, that he could actually feel the little nub pulsing against his skin. He briefly wondered if it was throbbing in time with her heartbeat or if her arousal was beating a cadence of its own. He didn't wonder long, as he was quickly much too distracted focusing on the task at hand, plunging his tongue into his lover's tight wetness and rubbing and teasing at her love button.

As Milo continued to reverently nuzzle and lick on and within Gela's folds, practically worshipping the rodent from the spot where her legs met, he certainly had an effect on the girl, who soon began to tremble and twitch from his ministrations, hunching over and grabbing onto the back of the chair to steady herself as the dog's relentless tongue and nimble fingers continued their play. As he sought out her more sensitive regions, rubbing and massaging, cajoling ever more pleasure out of her flesh, Gela bit her lip and whined, shuddering above him, and Milo silently patted himself on the back. Well, it was really more of a high-five, he was pretty stoked about his ability to please the oft-times cranky tomboy. He glanced up as he felt her hands slide down from the chair to his ears, rubbing and scratching idly behind his ears. "Oh m-man..." she whimpered, "is b-being really good at eating p-pussy some kinda innate canine thing? I w-wonder if this is why those human chicks online train their ferals to go down on them... motherfucker!" As Milo (gently!) closed his teeth down around Gela's clitoris, rubbing it back and forth along the sharp edges, she stiffened above him and began to let out one low, continuous moan of pleasure, squeezing his ears so hard it almost hurt. Finally, she began to tug on his ears as her legs began to tremble, whimpering desperately. "Okay! Okay!" she gasped, "Th-that's enough, Thompson! Fuck!" The instant he relented his dental assault, Gela pulled her hips away from his face, a bridge of saliva joining his tongue and her clit for a moment, and she trembled above him, breathing heavily. "Hot damn, Mutt..." she breathed, "You're just full of surprises tonight..."

Milo found himself staring up at his lover's cleft for the few moments it took for her to recover, blushing when he caught himself unconsciously licking his lips. He hadn't realized how much he enjoyed eating out his friend. Finally, with a sigh of relief, Gela started lowering herself towards his mouth - then suddenly shoved her pussy against his muzzle, grinding even more energetically than before. Clearly his little stunt had only stoked her arousal up even more. "Yeah! That's it, pup," she gasped, "Keep going, you're - aaaaahn - you're doing a great j-job so far... I - I can feel it getting closer, don't stop..." He wanted to say 'Yes ma'am!' or something, show his eagerness, but his mouth was rather occupied at the moment, and any attempt to free his muzzle was met with the needy mouse pushing herself back into position. So he just kept doing what he was doing, redoubling his efforts to pleasure his lover, opening his mouth as wide as he could, trying to get as much of his tongue inside the rodent as possible, rubbing and caressing her slick inner walls as they shuddered and clenched and spasmed against him.

It wasn't much longer after that when Gela began to slowly, muscle by muscle, tense up above him, her whimpers becoming louder, more insistent. Which was good, because Milo's jaw was beginning to ache something fierce from being held open so wide for so long. "God, Milo... I'm, I'm getting s-so close," she gasped, sounding very much like she was fighting off her climax as hard as possible, almost sounding sad that her oral devotions were coming to an end, "M-make me c-come, baby, I need t-to come so fuckin' bad..." Groaning into her mound, his neglected prick now as hard as it had been when it was the centre of attention, Milo closed his eyes and focused entirely on fulfilling her wish, rubbing and squeezing and teasing her throbbing clitoris without mercy, lapping up her juices, feeling a shudder of his own as he marveled at the way her vaginal walls clenched down on his tongue, squeezing so hard it was like she wanted to keep him inside her, keep him licking, for the rest of their lives. As he kept going, Gela panted above him, increasingly hunched over, so far that her blonde hair was now hanging down far enough to tickle the tips of his ears. All the while, she kept up her final mantra. "Oh, oh, oh God, oh Milo yes, yes, YES, just like that, don't stop, keep going, oh, oh, ohhh..." Finally, she trailed off into silence, which Milo took as a good sign, pushing through the tired ache in his muscles to work her parts even harder. Sure enough, after only a few moments of this treatment, Gela arched her back, letting out an almighty squeak and going stiff as steel as her orgasm finally washed over her. Her legs squeezed in on Milo's head and shoulders even as her naked toes curled up, and she shuddered from the ends of her ears to the tip of her tail as her vagina collapsed, clenching down on the dog's probing tongue, the rhythmic squeezes and 'waves' of pleasure making them both wish that there was something more substantial than a tongue buried inside her. Milo didn't have much time to think about that, though, as no sooner had he acknowledged the clenching than he felt her honey gushing out of her, soaking into the fur of his face, her unique fragrance filling his nose and making his cock throb, drooling pre into his own fur, unnoticed by either of them. With no time even to moan, the shepherd worked on lapping up all of her juices even as his fingers kept up the rubbing on her clitoris, extending his lover's climax as long as he could.

Eventually, with a noise somewhere between a contented sigh and a tired groan, Gela sagged down towards him, every muscle in her body going limp. Milo moved his hands back to her juice-soaked thighs, to prevent the mouse from squishing his face, and tenderly, carefully, pushed and prodded until Gela's tired form had shuffled further down the chair; when he judged her to be in about the right spot, he sat up long enough to move his hands to the dazed mouse's armpits and gently pull her back down with him, Gela snickering in mild amusement, letting him move her as he pleased, which in this case, meant she was now lying down atop her lover's body, closing her eyes and resting her head on his chest with a happy sigh. The canine couldn't help but smile as she nuzzled against him, chittering happily. "Mmmm, Milo, that was_amazing_," she sighed, reaching up and wrapping her arms around his neck for a loose hug, "I was kinda kidding before, but you really are getting better at that, and it's not like you sucked to begin with, either." The dog didn't say anything, as he was busy savouring the feeling of the naked girl spooned against his side. Before he'd ever touched anyone else intimately, he'd thought he had cuddling worked out, but the warmth was the one thing he didn't realize would be so meaningful, and Gela in particular, having much shorter fur than a canine, let him feel the heat within her right through her skin; the first time he'd run his hand down her naked back, he'd shivered just from that sensation alone. Now, he relished every second he could spend like this, warm and close and together, for lack of a better word. After a few moments, Gela lifted her head and leaned in, her intentions obvious, and Milo gladly played along, moving in to meet her lips and kissing the mouse girl tenderly, slowly. Sure, Milo was hard, but he had already gotten off that evening, so he didn't feel the usual desperate, feverish need that underlined their more hungry kisses. So this one was slow, warm, and, Milo dared to think, maybe even romantic. After a moment, though, Gela broke it off, giggling. "Kissing a dog whose mouth tastes like pussy," she quipped, pressing her nose against his for a moment (which Milo had gathered was some kind of rodent expression of closeness, something about their whiskers touching), "There's something wrong with that idea... kinky as hell, though, gimme some more, babe." She leaned in to kiss him again, and this time, he felt Gela shudder against him as she tasted her own juices on his tongue.

It didn't take long for Gela to bounce back and recover from her climax, and soon, as they continued to kiss and snuggle, Milo felt one of her hands trail down his body, her fingers closing around his stiff prick. She didn't exactly hide the movement, he saw it coming, but he couldn't help but throb in her grip, feeling those soft, dextrous fingers squeezing against his flesh. As a drop of pre-come oozed down to lay on his belly, she leaned back to look over at his cock, as though she hadn't realized what she'd laid her hand on. "Looks like somebody's raring to go, huh, Mutt?" she asked, before beginning to roll her hips, grinding her wet slit against his thigh, "I know I've got at least one more in me tonight, how about you?" Chuckling, she shifted her position, beginning to put her leg over him, climb on top of him again, but, biting his lip, he reached out and stopped her. "Gela, wait," he murmured, speaking up for the first time in what felt like ages, "I - I know I said I'd try and be okay with letting you wear the pants, but... can I be on top? At least once? Please?" He saw the hesitation, the uncertainty in her large brown eyes, and played the ace up his sleeve, turning his lips to Maximum Pout and deploying the Puppy Dog Eyes. Gela's eyes widened, recognizing his blatant ploy but helpless against its fiendish adorabilty. She trembled with the strength of her resistance but ultimately sagged, a pout of her own on her lips. "Oh, alright, fine," she said, shaking her head, "Man, why can't the Mouse Face be that effective? I could rule the world if I could just whip that out whenever I wanted, dude!" As she climbed off him, Milo slipped off the chair and gestured towards the mattress on the floor, smiling benevolently. "Great power, great responsibility, mousie," he said, winking, "That's another thing they teach you when you're a pup."

Milo could see the nervousness as Gela knelt before lying down on the mattress, toying with the end of her tail to give her hands something to do, her whiskers twitching non-stop with her anxiety. Although the urge to just jump on her and get to humping existed (whispered in his ear with desperation by his primal canine instincts), he ignored it and instead lay down next to her; the mattress was only a twin, but neither of them were especially large as Morphics went, so they had room enough for personal space, should they desire it. Lying on his side and facing her, he reached over and placed his hand on her cheek, rubbing softly as her whiskers tickled the inside of his wrist. When he spoke, he did so with absolute conviction, trying to sound confident and reassuring, the way that his older siblings seemed to find so effortless. "God, you're beautiful," he whispered, "I know you don't think so, sometimes, but..." He trailed off, his gaze lost somewhere between her hair softly pouring over her shoulders and the gentle curve of her hips. His attention was brought back to her face as Gela chuckled and placed one of her own hands over his, holding it against her cheek as she nuzzled it. "You keep saying that, Milo," she said, "but this is the first time I've made you speechless. Maybe you're right... and for what it's worth, I know you think your brother is some kind of, uhh, perfect canine specimen or something, like you could never approach that... but I've always thought you were way handsomer than Eric." Milo blushed; suddenly the tables were turned. "R-really?" he asked, stupidly. Gela nodded and gave his hand a squeeze. "Mmm-hmm. I might be a little biased, admittedly," she said, "I don't think I'd be cool being with a guy that much bigger than me. You're much more relatable, and you've never tried as hard to look cool as your brother, you're much more, you know, down to earth. But, uhh, are we gonna lie here and flatter each other..." As she spoke, she began to slide his hand down her body, pausing briefly on one of her breasts, which he instinctively squeezed, before moving further south and settling between her legs. As Milo felt up her still-sopping mound, Gela raised her other hand to his shoulder, encouraging him to move closer to her as she hissed her last words in his ear. "...Or are you gonna climb up here and fuck me?"

With their nervousness evaporated over the heat of their desire, the teenaged Morphics quickly moved into position. Gela lay down and made herself comfortable, her golden hair framing her head quite nicely as it pooled against the mattress, and after reluctantly letting go of the mouse's vulva, Milo retrieved the condom from his discarded shorts and hurriedly tugged it on. At this point he usually wished they could chance it so he could feel her against his skin, but tonight, he remembered what Amy had said about Gela's research into crossbreeds, and found that he didn't mind quite so much. Realizing he was blushing from having to put on protection in front of a witness, he sighed to himself. Come on, I've been through way worse than this,_he thought to himself, _Why am I embarrassed to do this when I've had to lift my tail for Eric a good dozen times in the last couple months? Pushing such thoughts away, the shepherd threw a leg over his lover's slender body, getting onto all fours, and shuffled back until he was in about the right position. He glanced up to her face and received a nod, though he hadn't been asking permission so much as reminding himself, not for the first time, that this was Gela Taylor, that he was about to make love to the girl who'd been his best friend literally as far back as he could remember. Hunching down, getting in closer, he felt her stiffen up again as he covered her, so he leaned in to kiss her on the neck and smiled for her, hoping to help her relax. Then he brought his attention down between her spread legs - where he found one of her hands sliding along her belly. "I remember you having trouble last time," she murmured, "and I didn't want you to get embarrassed..." She took his hand and guided it to his own erection, then gently tugged him forward, Milo adjusting his position as needed while she lead his prick to her entrance, stopping once the gift-wrapped head of his penis had made contact with her slit. "Right...here," she said, letting go of his manhood and leaning back again, "There you go, Mutt, all you gotta do is push..." He grinned, feeling his heart beating faster. "Thanks, mousie, much obliged..." he said, and then did just that.

Both dog and mouse gasped as Milo thrust his hips forward, his cock parting Gela's labia and burying itself deep within her. As he hilted himself in the rodent's wet warmth, Milo belatedly remembered her talking earlier about having trouble with his size and cursed himself. "Gela, you - you okay?" he asked, genuinely concerned. She blushed, hard, but smiled back. "N-no, I'm fine, it's fine," she said, waving dismissively, "Keep going, just, um, take it slow at first, would you?" Nodding happily, Milo settled his forearms on either side of her head so he was well within kissing distance, and pulled back until just the head of his cock was still inside her. Reversing the movement, this time more slowly than before, he groaned, savouring the sensation of her walls sliding against his prick, welcoming him into her tight embrace, barely feeling the condom at all. Gela seemed to be enjoying herself too, as she raised her arms and wrapped them around his neck, chittering softly as she did so. He bent down, nuzzling against her cheek as he began to thrust into her, holding himself back just a little to make sure it was as enjoyable for her as it was for him. He brought his lips near her ear and began to whisper to her. "You know, Gela," he started, "I totally noticed how - nngh - how incredibly tight you are... I just thought that was normal, or it was because you were a virgin or something..." he chuckled, grunting as he pushed home again. "I had no idea it was just because my dick is so big it fills you up," he whispered, enjoying the blush that formed on her cheeks. "Oh yeah, laugh it up..." she whispered back, not sounding especially bothered, "You're the one who practically c-came in his pants when I suggested letting me fuck you for a change. We'll see who's tight then!" They both laughed, more than the jokes really warranted, just enjoying the moment, and as Gela stretched out her legs and loosely wrapped them around Milo's waist, he let her capture his lips, allowing her to lead as they kissed again, more energetically than before.

They continued like that for a while, kissing and nuzzling and playfully nipping at each other as Milo drove himself into Gela over and over, delighting in each and every thrust and savouring the sensations, until he recalled something important he'd picked up about loving girls somewhere along the way. He shifted one of his legs to help take the burden of his weight off his forearms, freeing up one of his hands, which he promptly moved down the mouse's supple body, reaching between her legs to the point of their joining. Gela's eyes fluttered open and she broke off the kiss to inhale sharply as his fingers gingerly made contact with her clitoris. "Mmm, always the gentleman, eh, T-Thompson?" she panted, "I like that about you... Ah! Fuck yeah, just like that, just like that!" Giggling, she moved her own hands up to the back of Milo's head, cradling it tenderly as she leaned up to kiss him again, beginning to roll her hips and push back at his thrusts. Milo found himself suddenly breaking off the kiss and chuckling at nothing in particular, perhaps the squeaking of the old mattress beneath them in perfect time with their coupling, he just felt so damned good that he didn't need much of an excuse. As Gela giggled along with him, he bent down, teeth bared, and played his teeth along her shoulder. Love bites were a fairly common occurrence among canines and felines, but Milo wasn't sure about rodents, it being something he continually forgot to ask, and he didn't want to spoil the moment by biting into her skin and freaking her the hell out. He knew she was into licking and nibbling, though, so he laid a trail of kisses along the side of her neck up towards her ears, and then playfully nipped at her ears, which twitched and flicked at his touch while she giggled even harder. It hadn't taken the shepherd very long at all to work out how much she enjoyed having her ears played with. As he hilted himself within her yet again, his scrotum lightly slapping against her butt, Gela groaned, her embrace tightening as she shuddered against him. "Oh God, yeah..." she moaned, "fuck me, Milo, fuck me..." Thusly encouraged, he let out a growl, teeth clenched together, and picked up the pace a little, driving himself into her tightness harder and faster than before, feeling her walls clench and writhe around his prick appreciatively. Something she'd said earlier distantly occurred to him, and he let out a sigh of desire, returning his lips to her ear. "Jesus, Angela..." he breathed, "you have got to be the t-tightest, hottest, sexiest rodent in - in the fuckin' world..." Gela moaned again, digging her fingers into his back, and the next time he pushed home, her legs squeezed in so tight he couldn't pull back out. "Fuck I love it when you - when you talk dirty, Milo..." she groaned, relaxing the deathgrip on his waist and allowing him to keep thrusting, "Ohh Christ, fuck me harder, you big stud!" Under normal circumstances, both of them would have rolled their eyes and groaned in exasperation had they heard a porn star saying something that cheesy in a video, but these were hardly normal circumstances, and Milo felt a pulse of pleasure fill his body at her words, snarling with need and doing everything in his power to oblige her.

As Milo and Gela continued their frantic lovemaking, which by this point had them rutting like ferals in heat, the air in the small treetop fort began to smell of sweat and lust, the pheromones of two very different species floating in the air and mingling to create a musk as unique as their friendship. Pushing her hips to meet the dog's thrusts and lifting her head to kiss him eagerly, hungrily,desperately, Gela's back spent almost as much time off the mattress as it did on. Milo, meanwhile, was starting to get impressed with his own endurance, having continued pistoning his hips without pause this time, not having to take any breaks (one of the reasons he'd always been quietly thankful for Gela's preference for the cowgirl position, in which he couldn't tire out). Suddenly breaking off the kiss and hunching his back, he buried his muzzle in the rodent's chest, closing his lips around one of her nipples and making her gasp delightfully. Licking and kissing, moving back and forth between her mounds as though he were trying to decide which was his favourite, the canine moaned happily. "God," he gasped, "I just fuckin'love your boobs, I c-could do this all day..." Feeling her vagina responding appreciatively by clenching down hard (and his dick throbbing as his own response, just as appreciatively), he shuddered and added her name again to punctuate the point. "Oh, Angela..." he whispered, grinning up at her as she ran her fingers through his hair and scratched behind his ears like he was a well-behaved pet. The shepherd actually whimpered as he felt his climax beginning to build, and it certainly wasn't often that Milo Thompson found himself not wanting to come. "I - I'm getting close, m-mousie," he panted, letting his tongue hang out like a feral, "What about - uhhn - you?" He felt fingers brush his own, as she moved a hand to her own love button. Looking up, into her surprisingly soft eyes, he found excitement and... something else he couldn't quite identify. "I think I c-can get there if I t-take over for you," she whispered, "I know all the best moves and stuff, eh?" Nodding quickly, he removed his hand with one last farewell caress of the throbbing nub, and moved it up to the back of her neck, moving his other hand to the small of Gela's back so that he could hold her tight and still support himself over her. It only seemed fair, given how many of her limbs were currently wrapped around him.

And so they found themselves approaching the final gate, Milo ignoring the desperate pleas of his instincts to fuck her silly and reach his orgasm as fast as he could, Gela frantically frigging herself, sighing and gasping, her breathing growing shallower (and, amusingly, more high-pitched) as she neared the end. Neither of them could hold a kiss for long, so they licked and nipped at cheeks and throats and shoulders and necks, while the shepherd held steady, thrusting and withdrawing and thrusting anew, trembling with both fatigue and desire. He knew the way Gela most liked to end things, but he was just starting to think he wasn't going to be able to hold out long enough this time when the mouse suddenly stiffened beneath him and proved him wrong. "Oh shit! Oh shit!Milo!" she gasped, apparently trying out one of his mannerisms, before surrendering to her desire; she shuddered hard, arched her back, squeezed her legs as tightly as she could around him, and as her climax began, she let out a squeak that made her lover wince, wondering if it reached the house where the Taylors slumbered. He didn't care for long, though, for the girl's inner walls began to squeeze and work his shaft, rhythmically massaging his prick and coaxing his release right out of him. He cried out before slamming home, hilting himself within the rodent's wonderful, velvety warmth one last time as he closed his eyes. "Angela!" he hissed, his voice strained as his orgasm overtook him. He clenched his jaw shut tightly, certain that the kind of howl Gela often pulled out of him would be heard not only by the Taylors, but likely their neighbours on either side as well. So he just grunted in time with the pulses of pleasure that flowed through his body, his penis throbbing hard, filling the condom with spurt after glorious spurt of hot, wet seed, though of course in his imagination he was emptying his balls into his lover's tight channel, painting her squeezing walls with canine come, making her his.

Once their pleasures had burned out, the two teenage Morphics remained entangled for a while longer, just holding each other as they panted and shivered with residual pleasure, their limbs limply wrapped around each other, Milo still fully buried inside Gela. Aside from the heaving of their chests as they tried to calm their breathing, the most movement between them was the energetic wagging of Milo's tail. Eventually, lifting his head, the shepherd looked into his lover's eyes, and they both smiled wordlessly. Leaning in, Milo kissed the mouse on the cheek, and then he pulled his arms out from under her and pushed himself up with a grunt, his penis sliding out of her with a scandalously wet noise both of them chose to ignore. He looked around as he tugged the condom off his deflating flesh, and smirked. "We still haven't put a garbage can up here," he commented, "We really should write it down or something." Picking up an empty beer can, he unceremoniously stuffed the prophylactic inside and put it back on the table. "There we go," he said, sitting down on the mattress at Gela's side, "No one will ever know!" The rodent snickered, and he looked down, suddenly taken aback by what he saw. Gela lay stretched out, an arm under her head, and her short pelt was covered in a fine sheen of sweat. All the flesh he could see was flushed with the exertion of their lovemaking, and her vulva sagged just slightly due to the workout his 'great big' equipment had given it. But in that moment, there was something that made Angela Taylor the most beautiful girl Milo had ever seen. Swallowing, he shook his head, tried to get his head back in the game, and tried very hard not to think about what had just happened inside his head. "Sorry, what was that?" he asked, having totally blanked out while gazing upon her prone form. Oblivious to his adoration, Gela grinned and rolled her eyes. "I said," she stated, patiently, "you do know that you're supposed to take beer cans and liquor bottles back to the store so they can be recycled, right? They pay you for it." Glancing up at the can with a newly-acquired secret cargo, the mouse giggled. "Somebody's in for a surprise at the recycling plant..." Blushing, Milo shrugged and grinned self-consciously. "Well... okay, somebody's gonna know," he corrected himself, "But they'll never know it was us!"

As his lover giggled again, Milo lay down, only to be surprised when Gela sat up with a grunt and started to get to her feet. "Well, I'ma go get cleaned up -" she started, before getting cut off, feeling the shepherd's hand close around her wrist. Milo wasn't exactly giving her the Sad Puppy Eyes, but there was genuine disappointment in them, which was effective on a whole different level... "Wait, Gela..." he said, softly, "Do you have to run off? I was thinking we could just stay a while and, uhh..." he gestured down to the mattress, as though she'd forgotten it. "You know, snuggle," he finished, smiling hopefully. Gela bit her lip and averted her eyes. "Crap," she muttered, "I was hoping you'd forget about that, I mean a surprise BJ is a pretty good way to change the subject, right?" Milo didn't say anything, merely let go of her wrist and continued to look up at her with big, wide eyes. It was clear Gela was wrestling with something, she tilted her head lightly to either side like she was literally weighing the possibilities on a scale, and then let out a mildly irritated sigh. "Come on, Mutt, we're all sweaty and gross," she said, "do you really want to cuddle like that?" Smiling up at her, the dog eagerly nodded. "Mmm-hmm, can't wait." Gela looked away, and he suspected she was trying not to smile. Pressing his point, Milo gestured in the direction of the house. "There's no shower in here, Gela," he pointed out, unnecessarily, "What are you gonna do, walk naked back inside and take a shower in the middle of the night?" When she looked back, there was a look in her eyes that Milo was not expecting, a look he hadn't seen since... well, since the day she'd admitted her feelings for him. Specifically, he hadn't seen it since she'd explained why she wanted them to be friends-with-benefits instead of immediately jumping to 'actually' dating.

Sighing, looking mildly upset, Gela let her head hang down slightly. "Dammit, Milo, stop shooting down all my excuses, don't you get it?" she asked, exasperatedly, "Snuggling after you do it is something_couples_ do! Friends with benefits are supposed to be like one night stands, eh? We're supposed to get all hot and bothered, fuck each other's brains out, and then get cleaned up and go back to, you know, normal friend stuff." She sat back down and hugged her legs close to her chest, shaking her head gently. "I know you think all this dancing around the words is stupid," she sighed, "you don't even have to say anything, I can just tell, but every time I think about us actually being together, I just get so afraid that a relationship between us would fuck up a friendship I've had since before I can remember... so it's really important to me that we're just friends who happen to sleep together, even if it is just in our heads." Milo reached over and put a hand on her shoulder, feeling her tense up at his touch, and spoke softly. "I understand, Gela. And I'm cool with it, really..." he gave her shoulder a little squeeze, and felt her relax a little. "Whatever makes you most comfortable, I'm more than happy with what we have right now. But, ah... you know, just because we're just friends doesn't mean we can't be close, right?" He didn't even try to sound sincere, and when she turned to look at him, he winked and smiled. "You know, I hear over in Denmark, friends walk around holding hands all the time, and they have that cheek-kissing thing in France," he said, his smile widening as he saw one slowly forming on the rodent's face. He had suspected that she was hoping he would talk her into this, that she was looking for an excuse, but that she'd feared the only way such emotionally intimate closeness would be acceptable would be to, dare he even think it, admit that they were more than just friends. "You know," she said, slyly, "I hadn't thought of that. I suppose if it's good enough for Europe, it should be just fine for us... right, Mutt?" Milo couldn't help but chuckle as she turned around, and extended his arms, shivering as she happily moved into his embrace, hugging him back nice and tight. "Oh, certainly, mousie," he said, "certainly."

They'd reluctantly separated so that Gela could pull up the ladder and close the little door to the treehouse, preventing anyone from popping in while the young couple were asleep, because when she returned, they lay down on the mattress together, pulling a thin, patchy blanket over themselves, the only thing they used to cover their naked forms. That done, they held each other close, kissing briefly, almost chastely, done with lust and need for the night. After that, they just savoured the feeling of a warm, naked body pressed against their own, and let their closeness do all the talking. Soon enough, Milo found himself with his head resting on a very old pillow, and a sleeping mouse curled up against his side, cheek pressed against his meagre chest, one arm draped across him almost possessively. It was a little odd for him to see such a calm, neutral look on her face, as opposed to the lopsided smirk she usually wore when she was pleased or the impressively fearsome snarl she wore when she wasn't. Truthfully, Milo didn't know how he felt about the rodent tomboy, other than recognizing that he felt closer to her than to almost anyone else in the world. But it wasn't like they were lying these days. Whatever else they might have become, Gela was still his best friend, and he could appreciate the wisdom in taking things slow rather than risk damaging what they already had. Smiling lightly, Milo moved a hand around her back and hugged her gently, enjoying the sigh she let out in her sleep. Glancing over to the chair she'd been sitting in, Milo caught a glimpse of the Silencer tickets peeking out from under Gela's discarded shirt. Thinking about how excited she'd been when she saw them, Milo found himself smiling, looking forward to her birthday almost more than he was looking forward to his own. Almost. She had been right, the tickets had not been cheap, but he felt he had made the right choice, as it was the perfect gift for such a special girl. He suspected very strongly that she was going to go slightly crazy trying to find a birthday present that he would appreciate just as much, and he knew that telling her it was okay probably wouldn't make any difference for that, but he didn't mind. Truthfully, Milo was just glad Angela trusted him enough to let him so very close to her, emotionally; just as close as he let her in. And that was a gift they gave each other freely.