On the flight back I don’t feel like talking. Silently I watch the clouds and the ocean pass by beneath the window while I simply let my thoughts drift. A strange mood hangs in the air. One that even keeps Foxy - who is usually far too hyper - sitting quietly and brooding.
Dawn, on the other hand, fell asleep about an hour ago. Since then her head has been resting on my chest, which forces me to sit a little crooked so her short antlers don’t poke me in the face.
Still, I find her closeness and the calm she radiates - both in sleep and in general - very pleasant.
Right now my mind just refuses to settle down.
It’s crazy when you think about it. I was only away from home for four days, and yet that short time was enough to change me in a lasting way.
Four days, two of which I spent on a plane, mind you.
So how is it that Mina and Shadow simply won’t leave my head?
They were so… so real! Their mere personalities felt so strong and admirable that next to them I almost felt like a side character in my own life!
I sigh and thoughtfully stroke Dawn’s upper arms. Under the fur they are a little soft and feel pleasantly feminine - completely different from Mina’s and Shadow’s, whose harsh life in the jungle has made their arms strong and sinewy. Still, those strong arms were no less attractive than Dawn’s feminine curves. Just in a different way.
When I get back, I absolutely have to talk to the people at Project Eve!
Even if Shadow committed a murder, it doesn’t feel right to me that she should go to prison for it.
She is a woman of the jungle. She was torn from it against her will because of me - and she was even shot!
The Project has to consider that the tribes out there are left to themselves and have always settled their disputes in their own way.
What Shadow did was ultimately just following her own nature.
I shake my head.
My affection for her and Mina is clouding my thoughts.
Murder is murder, and every life is precious.
That is a fundamental principle of the civilization I am now returning to. And I should be grateful for that.
Suddenly Dawn twitches in her sleep.
Glad for the distraction, I lose myself in the sight of her and wrap my arms a little tighter around her upper body. She smiles in her sleep and snuggles closer against me.
This world is truly turning me into a different person.
I am so busy fucking everything that presents itself to my cock that I have apparently started to regard the women here as NPCs whose only purpose is to satisfy my desires.
But every single one of them has her own wishes, thoughts, hopes, and stories.
While I stroke Dawn, I realize that I am slowly beginning to develop real affection for some of the women in this world.
For example, the thought occurs to me that Dawn would certainly make a wonderful wife - at least if she could get on board with an open marriage.
She is smart, has a calm nature, and seems very comfortable simply supporting me.
It doesn’t have to be right away, but someday it would be nice to have someone who is interested in more than just my cock.
Besides, I won’t be able to avoid eventually dealing with the question of what it will be like to have children.
As a representative of Project Eve, Dawn will basically always be by my side, even if she bears our children.
Some form of family life will probably develop somehow.
Suddenly I feel Dawn stir and sleepily look at her watch.
“We’re almost there,” she says with a yawn, rubbing her eyes.
Her upper body is still leaning against mine. Following an impulse, I take her face in my hands and kiss her gently.
She immediately blushes, but returns the kiss. I try not to put any passion into it - only affection.
When we pull apart, she smiles shyly.
“Why…?”
I shrug.
“I felt like it,” I reply. “I hope that was okay for you?”
She blushes even more.
“I thought it was really nice,” she answers and looks away. “You can always…”
For the rest of the flight I simply look out the window and hold her surprisingly warm hand.
When we finally get off the plane and climb into a shuttle, Foxy stretches tiredly.
“I’m so fucking looking forward to our place,” she says. “Don’t get me wrong, our jungle adventure was crazy and way too short, but I need a proper dose of chill now before we throw ourselves into the next one.”
“Amen,” I reply with a grin.
Dawn says nothing, but still holds my hand tightly, as if she’s not ready to ever let me go. Maybe, on a whim, I’ve started something that will have farther-reaching consequences than I originally thought.
That reminds me of something.
“Listen, you two, about home and all that. What do you think about me asking the Project for a real house? One where each of us actually has some proper space for ourselves? Our apartment is slowly getting a bit too small for Ginger and us.” I turn to Dawn. “What I mean is that I’d be happy if you moved in with us as well, if you’d like.”
Dawn’s eyes widen in surprise.
“I… that would make me really happy!”
Foxy grins broadly. “Good idea! I’m already looking forward to having our cute little doe with us. Maybe we can pick up where we left off in the hotel room…”
Dawn nervously shakes her head and looks at me in alarm, which first confuses me and then makes me laugh in amusement.
“I don’t mind if you sleep with each other!” I assure her with a chuckle, letting my hand stroke over her well-shaped ass. “But remember to let me join in every now and then, okay?”
Dawn nods in relief and steals another kiss from me.
Oh boy, I think. Hopefully my little attack of sentimentality hasn’t burdened me with more than I can handle.
Still, as long as Dawn understands that my cock has a life of its own, I’m happy to have her close.
Besides, her soft, giant tits would definitely make a wonderful pillow to fall asleep on.
It doesn’t take long before Foxy and I arrive back at our apartment, while Dawn continues a few buildings further to Project Eve headquarters to report to her superiors.
“Fuck, I can’t even imagine having a job,” Foxy giggles as we wave goodbye to Dawn from the sidewalk.
“Luckily you don’t have to worry about that,” I reply with a grin.
Suddenly Foxy presses herself theatrically close against me and looks into my eyes with exaggerated emotion.
“Why? Has your infinite kindness decided that I, too, may become part of your harem?”
She clings to me and leans far back, one free arm rising to her forehead as if she is about to faint at any moment.
“Oh what an honor is bestowed upon me. To suck the cock of my lord in exchange for four walls, food, and a hot bath.”
Just as suddenly as she started her performance, she lets go of me again and sniffs her armpits experimentally.
“Speaking of which. I get first dibs on the bathtub!” She shudders in disgust and strides purposefully toward the entrance of our high-rise.
“Hey, Foxy!” I call after her.
Confused, she turns around.
“What?”
“Please just stay the way you are forever, okay?”
She grins and salutes.
“Sure thing, Sergeant Dickhead.”
…
When the elevator spits us out into our apartment, I am practically overwhelmed by the sight.
Absolute chaos reigns.
Loud music is thumping from the speakers of my sound system, the deep bass vibrating through my living room, where the muggy scent of sweating, perfume-drenched bodies is almost tangible.
Ginger, that little brat, has taken advantage of my absence to throw a massive party in our apartment!
The many dancing anthro girls, the loud music, and the strobe lights coming from who-knows-where have transformed my living room into a fully functional disco.
Warily I look around.
There! I spot Ginger at the kitchen counter, where she is currently playing bartender and treating herself to a shot on the side.
“Your sister clearly didn’t expect us back so soon,” I say to Foxy.
When I get no answer, I turn around, only to realize that she has already mixed herself among the dancing guests. In both hands she is already holding bottles of some kind of booze.
“How did she pull this off so fast?” I whisper to myself in astonishment.
Whatever.
Slightly annoyed but somehow also amused, I stomp over to Ginger.
To be honest with myself - this scenario was absolutely to be expected with her. I should probably just be glad that my apartment is still intact.
Even if I do wonder where the hell my couch has disappeared to, and why there is now a giant glass box in its place that could easily fit five or more people?
How did that even get in here?
And more importantly - why?
Only when I am standing right in front of Ginger do I notice that she looks different from the last time we met.
Even though we were only gone for a few days, she has had a few dark streaks put in her hair and dyed the fur on the insides of her ears green.
In this world, where bare skin is a rarity, such fur dye jobs are basically the equivalent of tattoos.
She is also apparently wearing green contact lenses.
I should be angry that she just threw a party in my apartment, but all I can think right now is:
Damn, Ginger looks hot!
The new look really suits her.
My hand wanders of its own accord over her firm ass, which is squeezed into a far-too-tight pair of spandex pants.
Ginger turns in my direction and grins amusedly — then she realizes who I am and her expression falls apart.
“Adam!” she cries in surprise. For a moment she seems to struggle to regain her composure.
The moment lasts only a short while. Shortly afterward she grins broadly and throws herself into my arms.
“You’re just in time!” she cheers.
I notice that her voice sounds like she is a little drunk.
“Listen, I’ve got the idea that will make us filthy rich!”
She tries to pull me with her, but I stay put.
“You’re an expert on ‘filthy’,” I say seriously. I could ask her a thousand questions right now, but currently only one thing interests me. “Why the hell is there a giant glass box standing there?”
Ginger’s ears droop in disappointment.
“Aw, you already saw it…? I wanted to show you that myself!” she pouts, then presses herself against me again.
“Listen up, sweetie!” she giggles. “Like I said, this is the best business idea of all time.”
While she talks, she rubs her crotch against mine, which - given the situation and her new look - quickly causes a physical reaction on my part.
It doesn’t take long before she notices that my cock is getting hard. Giggling, she reaches for it and begins carefully massaging it through my pants.
“Listen! We’re going to go into that glass-aquarium-thingy together and you’re going to fuck me really hard in there!” She giggles sharply. “And anyone who wants to stay and watch has to pay! Genius, right? I just lied to them anyway and said you’d eventually show up. That’s why they’re all here!”
My hands dig into Ginger’s pants and wrap around her cute ass. Firmly I pull her against me and spread her firm cheeks so I can slowly push my demanding fingers toward her tight hole.
“Absolutely genius!” I agree.
Gingers new look:
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