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Life has a tendency of throwing curve-balls at you like finding out your sister forgot to put the leftover lasagna back in the fridge, finding out your 'ex'-girlfriend has already replaced you with another girl, and not remembering where any of your left shoes are.
Luckily, it takes a lot to prevent Nova from festering in a pit of existential and perpetually expanding agony; specifically, a lot of booze. For Nova, the acquisition of booze is as simple as waving her hips in indiscriminate sideways motions towards the somewhat lecherous but ultimately harmless elderly feline clerk from her local gas station.
Clutching her metaphorical woes in a literal 40 ouncer, she was prepared to sulk the remainder of the day away half-naked on her couch. Nova had a ritual for such occasions. With the ceiling fan set to high, she had microwaved far too many pizza rolls and turned the TV's volume down to barely audible above the fan's white noise.
She lie on her back and stared directly up at the spiderweb of minuscule cracks that she had grown accustomed to in her apartment.
She thought of Devi.
At first, she tried to delude herself that she was bitterly happy. She didn't have to listen to any health lectures, she was free to explore some of her more niche fantasies and, for whatever it was worth, the idea of Devi being happy with anyone should be good enough.
Though, for these minor silver linings, there was a monstrous thundercloud looming above. She thought of all the cute nuances with Devi like her weirdo laugh, her gloomy fashion sense and her little nose freckles. She felt a terrible pang of permanence -- like she would never see or experience these things again. The most dreadful thought of all, however, was an image so inescapable that she felt herself sinking between her couch cushions. It was the thought of Devi inevitably having sex with someone else.
Nova was dwelling and dwelling was not healthy. It was none of her business anyways!
Bah.
The terrible buzz of her apartment's doorbell shot her onto her feet immediately; dropping a few pizza rolls in the process. She lurched around the coffee table and towards the door; checking the peephole.
Standing in the apartment hallway was Zeke, a fidgety chinchilla boy and also her neighbor. He was clad in his typical 10-years-too-late emo garb and had the body language of a stage-frightened small child waiting to perform a play.
With little fanfare, regardless of being in her underwear only, Nova opened the door.
"Whoa, crap!" Zeke immediately averted his gaze while stumbling to the other side of the hall. "I'm sorry!"
Pouting her lips out, her eyes a bit heavy, Nova watched the boy awkwardly continue to cover his eyes. She leaned against her doorway casually.
"I uh..." Zeke mumbled with his tail fwipping left and right, "I just came over to see if you were okay."
"Why wouldn't I be okay?" Nova spat and caught a sideways glance of the old raccoon woman who lived down the hall. "Nope, nuthin' wrong with me."
Zeke's eyes traced the direction Nova was looking and saw the crabby old lady.
"You should probably come inside before she starts bitching you out for existing." Nova humorlessly snickered as she backed out of the doorway.
Zeke, still trying to avert his gaze from Nova's half-nude form, bumped his shoulder on the door's threshold on the way in.
"I'm not gonna get mad if you look, ya'know." Nova rolled her eyes as she locked the door behind them. "But seriously. Why are you asking if I'm okay? That's stupid."
"Well..." Zeke began as he still looked away and instead surveyed the room, "...earlier, when you left, I--"
"You watched me leave my apartment?" she rose an eyebrow and gave him a skeptical stare; her high-pitched but raspy voice accentuating her accent, "You some kinda weirdo? My window is facing the pawkin' lot so you'd need a damn high laddah' to peep in on me."
"No, no!" Zeke's voice pitched at the accusation. "I was going to the laundry room! I swear! That's how I saw you!"
"Haah. You're no fun." Nova headed towards her couch, "You was supposed to play along even if it wasn't true."
"Well... that's the... thing," Zeke said; watching but not following, "Once you left, I saw that guy -- the one you had with you from the other night -- and he was snooping around. It looked like he was trying to get in your apartment."
"Whooa. Really?" Nova stopped in her tracks. "That's weird."
Zeke waited for an addition to her statement but it didn't come.
"...weird?" Zeke finally curiously pursued, "Don't you want to call the cops or something? That's scary!"
"Eh. Nah. I don't think Tito is scary. He's pretty stupid though. Either way," Nova thumbed towards the bat leaning on the couch, "We got it covered anyways. 'preciate the worry though, boyo."
"Well... uh... why was he even doing that?" Zeke's tail perked up a bit.
"Uuugh. So one minute we was fuckin' around, y'know, tits and dicks and shit. Next minute, he's talking about his mom?? And I got his dick halfway in my mouth and he's talkin' about how he wanted me to meet her and crap? What the fuck is even that, right?" she casually flicked her wrist and groaned. "Some weirdo pervo shit right there."
"O-oh." Zeke's gaze bravely met hers. "So he's like... an ex-boyfriend? Is he uh... trying to uh... hurt you or something?"
"Boyfriend? Pffft!" Nova ruffled Zeke's hair. "Fuck no! That's gross. I met him cuz I was fuckin' around with his sister -- so that's nine shades of weird. Also, I don't know if you know too much about girls, but we're not too impressed when we got your balls in our hand--" she made a crude gesture at Zeke, "--and yous guys start talkin' about ya moms."
"I wouldn't talk about my mom!" Zeke weirdly blurted out after a sharp inhale.
"Well that's good, kiddo, cuz that's a major turn-off." Nova adjusted her beanie, "either way, this dipstick -- with his dipstick still out and in my hand -- starts tellin' me that I'm 'the one' and how he loves me and blah!!"
"Uhm... then what happened?" Zeke asked with a modicum of interest bleeding out of his tone.
"I told him to fuck off!" Nova laughed heartily. "Didn't I tell ya? That shit's gross. Ain't having it."
"I mean like..." Zeke started but lost his words.
"I mean, it sucks right?" Nova sighed with an over-dramatic throwing gesture, "Now I ain't got Tito to fuck. His friends are probably gonna hate my guts. Probably also gonna get annoying-ass emails from him for a week too."
"...oh. He must've liked you a lot then." Zeke said. "How long did you guys even know each other?"
"I dunno, like a week-ish? Baah, fuck it. The guy wasn't much fun anyways." Nova said matter of factly. "Didn't eat box, didn't know how to play with tits, didn't let me peg him, nooothing."
Nova stopped herself before continuing as she could acutely feel the boy's curiosity peaking.
She was pretty good at reading situations -- specifically when someone was turned on by her. She was quite proud of her ability to do so with great ease as well, but somehow, she hadn't really considered Zeke a candidate in this game.
After all, she had viewed him as the dorky boy next door for the entirety of her time living in this apartment complex. And while, he was still very much a small boy, he wasn't the 'little kid' that she had visualized him as for so long.
She then had a weird thought. It almost felt wrong.
Nova put a finger to her lips and squinted at Zeke; ready to unleash her masterfully seductive word-smithing at him.
"You wanna jerk off or wha?"
"WHAT?!"
"You know," Nova did the jerking off gesture. "I figured hearing about this stuff would make ya all messed up. So why don't I un-mess you up. You ever tug one out before?"
"I... uh... yes I... what?" Zeke gulped. "Whaaaaat do you mean? Are you feeling okay?"
"Bright eyed and bushy tailed -- and my tail ain't bushy." she jokingly stroked her otter tail with a goofy smile. "Wanna do this or what?"
"...you can't be serious." Zeke backed up a little bit. "It's... a bit sudden, don't you think? We're not even boyfriend and girlfriend."
"Awww, ain't that cute." Nova let out a mischievous giggle. "Look, I don't wanna date ya and if ya don't wanna do it, then just say no. I'm not a raper."
"Uh! Uh... no... it's not that, it's just--" Zeke began before being cut off.
"I 'authen-ticul-antly' think you's a nice guy." she put her hands on his shoulders gently. "I think it was real sweet of you to come check up on me and all that. I start talkin' about fuckin' around and you didn't immediately turn into a sex pervo 'bout it. I like that, that shit's cute. Plus you didn't judge me, so that's cool too. Peoples always judging lots"
"Well, I think... you're a good person." Zeke was shivering immensely. "It doesn't matter what you do."
"Ahhh, your white-knighting is adorable and I positively mean that," she started playing with his ears a little. "Normally it's easy to see right through that -- but you're for real. A little dorky though, but still cute."
"...what about that bunny girl, by the way?" Zeke asked out of nowhere. "The one you were always with? Is she okay?"
"She's fine." Nova said with a strange somberness setting in. "I think it's fucked up for me to say, kid, but that's probably exactly why I'm flirting with you."
"O-oh?"
"I dunno. You kind of remind me of her. It's like ten shades of fucked up." Nova eyed the boy intensely. "You two even kinda got the same body and everythin'. Except yous all black-ish and she's all white-ish. That's the big difference."
"Oh... so... you want me to replace her." Zeke groaned.
"Zeke." Nova started; sliding stray strands of hair away from her eyes, "You ain't replacing Devi. Ain't gonna happen. Plus, I don't want a relationship, remember? What I'm tryin' to say is: I like you a lot and I wanna fuck you."
"Well... I've never... uhh..." Zeke looked around nervously. "...I probably gotta get back to my mom soon and uh..."
"Ahhh, talkin' about the moms. Baaah!" Nova laughed and kissed Zeke on the nose. "It's fine, I respect that. You can go."
"OKAY, WE CAN DO IT." Zeke's entire body became rigid as he shut his eyes tightly.
"Haaaa! There ya go!" Nova roughly patted Zeke on the shoulder. "Nahh, but it's fine. No peer pressure here, aight?"
"Well... did you not want to anymore?" Zeke asked so earnestly that it almost hurt Nova.
Nova scooped his hand into her own; feeling it delicately shiver and shake. "Trust me," she spouted before gently placing his hand on top of her underwear.
Zeke immediately understood what she was getting at but could only let out a weak squeak of an "Oh..." but he did not pull his hand away.
"Alright!" Nova grinned. "May I take you to bed, good sir?"
"... I... I guess?"
Nova swirled around the boy and was now at his back; her arm gently around his neck as she led him in the proper direction of her disaster of a room. It was less depressing-looking than the living room, though.
Over the threshold of a pile of clothes, she led him to her bed; a mattress on the floor with sheets that were fresh and clean.
Zeke, nervously but obediently, lied down on the bed as she lied down beside him. She knew that even though for her this was just fucking around, it was Zeke's first time.
Although she typically would not have, for Zeke she felt the need to make him comfortable with lots of soft kisses and gentle caresses. The lovey-dovey stuff was silly but whatever. She particularly found herself appreciating that, despite how eager he seemed to be with the most obvious tell sign, his hands stayed on her back.
"Ya'know, Zeke." Nova said as she found a break from the small, amateurish kisses, "You can do whatever you want."
"This is what I want, though." Zeke cutely stated.
"Your lil' guy is about to pop out of your jeans any minute, kiddo." Nova raised an eyebrow as she lifted herself to look down at the obvious bulge. "Don't wanna use him or nuthin'?"
"Uuuhm. Well, what do you wanna do?"
"Oh, Zeke, babe, you don't even wanna know what I wanna do." Nova laughed and leaned up to straddle him. "Y'know, when I do this kind of thing, it's all fun and games normally. It's like... playin' with yourself but with someone else. But when I'm about to burst and all horny and crap, I'm all about that kinky stuff."
"Are you... like that right now?"
"Fuck yeaah!" Nova nodded furiously. "So much yeah! You've hit like 9 out of 10 of my buttons. You and your cutesy face. I got this dildo over here and I really wanna fuck somethin' with it. So careful what you ask m--"
"Okay."
"Wah?" Nova did a double-take. "Okay-what? Okay you ready to fuck me? Okay you wanna talk about my sex toy shopping?"
"I wouldn't... mind if you wanted to--" Zeke trailed off into silent and incoherent mumbles.
"Speak up, kiddo." Nova had a confused smile. "I know you didn't just give me the 'okay' for what I'm thinkin'."
"I... did?" Zeke half-looked away; gauging her reaction as ridicule.
Nova squinted in disbelief. "Well shit, are you just tryin' to make my day or somethin'? Is this because I mentioned peggin' earlier?"
Zeke shrugged, thought about it, then smiled. "You said Tito wouldn't do it."
"Well fuckin' A." all of Nova's romantic censors were shut off at once and she shifted into a different beast. Her underwear was thrown off tactlessly as she began to furiously dig around her room looking for her aforementioned toy.
Zeke sat on her bed, cross-legged, and politely waiting while Nova excitedly started throwing clothes and miscellaneous items around.
"Kiddo, you got precisely until I find this dildo for you to either take back what you said or get undressed."
Zeke thought about for a second and then, with a coy smile, sat up and began to shyly strip. Once his final garb was removed, he sat back down in his polite cross-legged pose.
"Nova, uh, I know you don't like mushy stuff or anything..." Zeke wagged his tail a little, "But I think this is a really special moment. I've liked you for a long time and uh... I just wanted to let you know that this--"
"AHH SHIT!" Nova cut Zeke off rather unceremoniously. "It's in the living room! Goiiiiing back!"
Without being able to mutter another word, Nova grabbed Zeke and pulled him back into the living room where, within minutes, the squeaky sound of the fan wasn't the only squeaking noise in the apartment.