My fellow Arthenians:

I couldn't help myself. I started writing this chapter as soon as I posted the last one.

The first lights of morning were just beginning to usher in a new day. Taillow and Pidgey could be heard chirping pleasantly, signaling that dawn was beginning to break. The two inhabitants of the city who weren't quite like the rest of them hadn't gone to bed more than but an hour or two ago.

Ben woke groggily and regretfully to find himself on his back. The girl who had forcibly removed him from the bed last night stood above him, one foot on either side of his chest and staring down at him with her hands on her hips. The air around him informed Ben rather immediately that he was still fully nude. Both of his hands went immediately to cover himself, which he could barely manage despite the distance between his pinky and his thumb being roughly a foot, his hands obscenities of body parts.

She was drowning down at him, like she was trying to figure something out. "Uhh, can I help you," the awkward male beneath her half joked from his low vantage point. She had put her clothes back on, likely for his sake considering she had told him that her society didn't wear clothes all but one day of the year.

"Why do you get erect when you sleep," she bluntly asked of him, holding no regard for his personal boundary lines. Ben blushed immediately. That would be that not only had she watched him sleep, she had also stated at his crotch for an extended period of time. "I don't know! Get off of me!" His reply was hasty and uncomfortable.

She watched him for a moment or two before moving a few steps back to allow him to gather himself to his feet. He looked left and then right and spied his robe, and so he made his way in that direction but was stopped by the sound of Delaney's voice: "Wait." He paused, turning to look at her. She crossed the few feet to him, folding her arms together under her bust and looking him up and down. "I'm going to cure you of your shyness with your body," she informed him.

Ben laughed and shook his head, picking up his robe with one hand whose wrist immediately was held in place by the rabbit Pokemon Anthro. He was still unaccustomed to how quickly she could move. It was unsettling. "I wasn't asking you," she said with a lower tone that said that she meant business. Ben felt his Adam's apple bob as he swallowed. He let the robe fall to the floor, considering it was clear that she would have her way if she wanted it. "If I'm going to be naked anyway, I'd like to take a shower," Ben proposed hopefully.

Delaney thought this over for a second and then nodded. "That's a good idea. Let's do that." She released his hand and walked in the direction of the door to the bathroom, which opened at her presence. She turned to look and see him still in the same spot. "I meant me, not you," Ben rephrased. Delaney nodded. "You're going to as well. We're going together," she replied casually. Ben stayed where he was for a moment longer before hesitantly following behind her and then passing her to enter the bathroom. She did so as well, locking the door behind them with her fingerprint. That made him a little nervous.

Delaney instructed him to turn on the water, and he faced the shower. There was another touchscreen here, obviously waterproof. He wondered what happened to all of this technology when his race had been removed to go to this "Neverland" or whatever it is he had been told of, as it all seemed to have devolved. The displays were rather simple to comprehend, so despite not being familiar with the tech Ben could rather easily figure out how to turn the water on. With one hand, the other still covering himself as best he could, he adjusted the red/blue slider until the water was hot but not scalding.

He turned around just as Delaney had her knees together, shimmying down the bootyshort-cut clothing she wore on her lower half. Her top was already gone, and in the significantly better lighting, Ben could make out that his previous perceptions of her bust were accurate. He found his gaze dropping steadily anyway, however, to watch her finish pulling down her shorts. He followed them all the way to the floor until she stepped out of them and moved them aside with her foot.

Then he took her in without the hinderance of her clothing, particularly her bottoms. There was a similar pattern to her fur as was with her butt and her boobs, where as it approached the epicenter, the fur thinned out and grew to a lighter color. His eyes traced over her legs from bottom to top, and it was at this moment he realized what beautiful long legs he had previously neglected she had. His gaze reached the gap between her thighs and he shifted it to her crotch. She stood shamelessly as he objectified her, even moving her feet away from each other slightly in a bit wider a stance to spread her legs ever so slightly. The increasingly light and increasingly thin fur continued all the way to, but not over, her sex. Thin pink lips sitting neatly on either side of each other seemed to be accentuated by the coloring of her fur, as though it was designed to draw attention. Perhaps it was, to attract a mate, which it damn sure did. Ben felt like he was going to have a nosebleed.

Ben's attention was brought away only at the sound of her clearing her throat, and his eyes rose to hers as she smiled broader, ears perking up as she asked, "ready?" Ben stole another look at her body before giving a nod.

It's entirely possible I'll have the next chapter out before the end of the night. It's also entirely possible that I won't. Just saying. That's why it's short.

Arthenius