Okay, so now I wonder how will Abe react to seeing Harriet all hot and bothered? Also, if I had to choose my favourite character so soon writing this, it would be Dally. That jackal is the bad cop we need!

Chapter 4

Abe almost dropped his purchased grocery items when he saw a half-naked mare masturbating on his couch. He wasn't expecting this when he got home from work. Abe had brought home a bag full of new set of undergarments and some skirts for her to wear.

"A-Abe!" Harriet squeaked, covering herself. "I didn't know you're going to be home early."

"I-I didn't know you were...busy," the Komodo dragon stumbled on his words, still speechless at what he had witnessed. He shifted his body sideways so that Harriet could see his right side along with the fact that he's hiding his growing erection for the redhead mare.

Harriet too was trying to cover up with the blanket. She didn't want Abe to see how moist her vagina was from masturbating to photos of him. But the blanket was small so when she pulled it down to cover below the waist, her breasts were showed with their rosy, perked nipples.

The Komodo dragon would love to run his tongue over them and suckled them if he could. How was it that they just met and she's already making him hot under the collar. He cleared his throat and gestured at the grocery bag and a plastic bag in his other hand.

"I brought back some groceries and this plastic bag is with some tops that might fit you along with some...panties and bra," he told her. Harriet peaked out from the blanket and noticed his blush. She thought he looked cute being all flustered. The mare was touched that he went all his way to buy her some new clothes!

"Abe, I don't know how to thank you," Harriet whispered. The Komodo dragon smiled, where Harriet though he looked sexy when he does it. She wanted to make up for this man's kindness. Harriet noticed his tail was thumping slightly.

"It's my treat," he insisted. "I see you've seen some photos."

"Yeah," the mare told him excitedly. "I didn't know you're good with swimming. And you have a really cool shelf with books I've never seen before."

"You can read them if you want," he chuckled, loving that her eyes lit up and there's a small hope for her. Harriet then got up from the couch and helped him with the groceries. He protested but Harriet want to help him, since he's been so kind to her.

Not to mention, she was so close to him that her breasts were almost pressed to his face.

So Abe decided to wash up before checking in on Harriet again since she said she wanted to cook for both of them. He hoped she'll love the new of undergarments with two tops he bought for her. No one knew of her living in his apartment except Dally.

In the shower, he thought back about Harriet. She may be on the heavier side but she was just mouthwatering to him. He would imagine himself tracing his scaley hands onto her thick body, the claws pinching her nipples, hearing her moan...

He realised that he's been jacking off in his own shower.

Abe hasn't had these moments for himself for the past six months. Work and other things had kept him busy. Besides a thick and sexy horse in his apartment, his mind was still foggy about the aftermath of Harlem and who caused it. There's no way he's going to let Dally hunt down some dirty pigs who did it on purpose at the precinct.

Maybe one of these day he could introduce Harriet to his partner.

Stepping out of the shower, Harriet almost squeaked at the sight of the Komodo dragon's muscles along with his body posture. If this indicated that he has a big-

No, she's not going to be a pervert and have dirty thoughts on him.

She figured that she would do something as a token of gratitude for his kindness. She went into the kitchen and search his fridge. She grinned as an old recipe her grandma taught her emerged. Maybe she could do this for Abe!

Later when Abe came out of his room, a delicious aroma filled the living room which made his stomach rumble. It smelled of tomatoes, garlic, meat along with a hint of chilis. He saw Harriet in his kitchen and to be honest, he loved to see her in focus. All of that doubt and meekness she had before was gone and replaced with determination and concentration.

He decided to let her cook while he helped set the tables. Usually he just cooks if he has the time if not take outs and microwave foods were invented for a reason.

"Hi Abe," Harriet greeted him as she brought a giant bowl. "I made some spaghetti with my grandma's recipe. Hope you like it."

The Komodo dragon gave her that sexy smile of his. Harriet would love nothing more than to kiss him or run her hands across his muscular body. She watched as he took a fork and placed her cooked spaghetti on his plate before taking a bit. His expression lit up and ate some more before looking at her.

"It's delicious, Harriet," he told her. "Thank you for cooking this."

"No problem," she assured him. "I should be the one thanking you for taking me in when you didn't have to, saved me from those wolves and now bought me new set of clothes."

"My pleasure," he purred as he ate some more. Both of them ate in silence but Harriet noticed Abe looked tensed. She placed a gentle hand over his. He gazed back at her with the single eye that was not scarred. It reminded her of a grey morning sky.

"Something wrong?"

"I'm not sure if you will understand."

"I can try."

So he told her about his investigation of the Harlem case with the death of some crows and collateral damage. He was assigned to bring in the person who started the riot in the first place. Abe and Dally had interviewed a few surviving crows who were willing to tell them the whole story.

Apparently, it was all because of a grey tabby cat in a red jumper.

"Fritz? He started all of this?" Harriet wondered. That cat was the one who saved her when she was being beaten and raped by her ex and Nazi fag gangs. She twirled a spaghetti in her fork before taking a bite.

Abe was confused yet interested. "Who's Fritz."

Harriet felt like she could trust him despite their quick meeting. There was something about this reptile that made her want to tell him everything. If they are going to talk about Fritz the cat, it's going to take them until tomorrow.

"Fritz is a cat who saved me before I met you."

Oh, yeah! Now we're going to get the cat out of the bag! If I recalled, he was having an orgy with his three side bitches, right? So, let's see how it will go.

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