>>49794211>>49794522>>49796737>>49797563>>49797720Your best friend jumps off your shoulder and unto a nearby table, and gestures for you to sit down. You do so, finding yourself now at eye level with her. It is the first time you two have had privacy in a few days, and from looking in her large eyes, you can tell what she wants. Her face may not be human, but the expression is one you’d be able to understand easily even if you hadn’t known her since childhood. “Ewee!” She says, leaning in closer to you. You see the same love you have for her reflected in her brown eyes. It doesn’t matter that she has four legs and you have two, you KNOW each other, in a way you know nobody else. You differences just make the love more real. You love everything about her, the way her ears flatten as she leans in, the way her tail wags in an expression of her excitement, the feeling of her paw on your shoulder as she lifts herself up (the knowledge that with her supernatural power, she could knock you to the otherwise of the room with just a flick of that same genital paw). You love the feeling of her hot breath on your face as she leans closer to you, and finally, the warmth of your mouths meeting, her fluffy fur brushing against your face and the moans both of you make as your tongues explore the mouths of a different species. It is good for you that she took the initiative so long ago, as you may never have dared. But she did, and now you can’t imagine anyone else in her place. You wouldn’t give her up even for the hottest of humans, because none of them could hold a candle to her, and she has done everything in her power to make sure you know she feels the same way.
Most would consider this romance disgusting. You don’t understand how. What could be more pure than a love that crosses the boundaries between species? As your lips part and you look in her eyes again, you know in you heart: this can’t be wrong. If it is, then being “right” is overrated.
