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Soon lunch ends with you not having said so much as a word to Jenny. The rest of the school day passes without much of anything to note. You and Mickey argued over whether brass or bronze hammers were better in English. Now you’re in the parking lot, waiting for Mickey so you two can go across the street to the Jersey Mike’s by the Starbucks. The pleasantly warm breeze roughs up your hair a little, and now that you’re away from the school you can finally smell the sweet smells of the neighboring field of flowers.

Some of the Bee and Wasp kids are running around in it with a kevlar football. It’s kinda fun to watch the tall, slender, red wasps running around but not being remotely able to take down one of the broad, shorter, and black and yellow bumblebees as you and Mickey make your way towards Jersey Mike’s. You can see Eida and Jenny across the street about a quarter mile from the place, roughly the same distance you and Mickey are but there on the other side of the street.

Soon Mickey and you have met up with the girls. Eida shoots you a quick look “remember play a little dumb.” you remember. “Jenny? I didn’t expect you to join us today?” You remark.

Jenny’s eyes go wide as she notices you and her tail starts to sway. “Please don’t call her slave Jenny again.” Eida says before beginning to go about her cluck-like giggle.

You can feel your face flush red with the shame of your earlier mispronunciation, so to speak.“Aye, slave and salve are not that different.” You protest keeping your cool.

Mickey cocks his head and turns to you. “Really dude, you somehow managed to fuck up your latin that bad? It’s Sal-Ve, not slave. This is why people call you wrench daddy, you build something that looks like a sex swing for a harem and they say “slave” infront of thier name.” Mickey mocks.

Eida hops on the train. “I betcha that’s why the Lincoln sisters get hot and bothered when Tucker “bind and fuck her” is remotely near them. Kaylee says they would love to rub their wet on Tucker’s leathers.” She mocks, clearly using this to get Jenny riled up.

“Anyway, you brought the coupons?” You ask, trying to get the topic off of the BDSM rumors surrounding you.

Eida and Mickey shoot each other a glance. “I’ll take that a no, either way I got us two of this week’s buy get one free coupons. I suppose you’ll be wanting Mickey to pay Eida? I’ll cover Jenny I guess.” You sheepishly state.

There’s a brief moment of silence. “Works for me Tuck.” Mickey says cheerily.

You wait a few more seconds to see if there’s any other objections or remarks. You see Jenny whisper something to Eida. “Jenny would like to know if you’re really fine paying for her.” Eida says with a smile.

“It’s not an issue at all, I’ve got the coupons so really I’m not paying for anything more or less than normal plus I’d be more than willing to pay full price to have Jenny here with us.” You remark, getting “well said” nod from Eida. You can tell it had some effect on Eida as she seems to smile and sway her tail more.

Mickey is glaring at you the entire time, you slide him a Jackson and one of the coupons to pay for him and Eida while Jenny and Eida aren’t looking. “Here dude, for your troubles.” You whisper to him. “Hey Jenny you mind starting us off, I know the lovebirds can take a while to order and don’t want you to be standing up all day.” You suggest.

“E-e-eh O-o-okay.” She says adjusting her large, round glasses before looking over the menu. She walks over to stand even with you, her long, soft, fluffy tail brushing your ankles every so often as she takes her time looking over the menu. You take the moment to look her over, noting her shoulder length brown hair, and how the orange and white of her fur. The contrast is wonderfully pleasant on eyes, her eyes are a deep blue, like the waters off the eastern coast of the island or a pristine sapphire with an obsidian black pearl in the center. It takes you a minute but you realize that she’s staring backing at you.

She looks like a mix of concern and eagerness. “Is-is-is everything o-okay Tucker?” She stammers out.

You are snapped back into the reality of Jersey’s Mike and what Jenny just asked. “Ah-Uh-Um-eh, sorry your eyes are such a fantastic blue, I guess this is just the first time I’ve gotten a good look at them, I suppose it just caught me off guard. Anyway you made a decision?” You ask, trying to recover from your fumble.

Jenny’s ears rise and flush red before she begins to stutter “Ye-ye-ye-yea-yeah I-I-I-I-I w-w-wan-want a Ph-Philly i-if you-you’d b-be so k-k-kind.” She says her tail is almost wagging now.

You step up to make your order. “Two Phillys please, and I’d like to redeem this coupon too.” You say to the obviously stoned cashier.

He takes your order and doesn’t even ask to be paid, just punches in the number and yells at the cook to make the food. “Two Carpet Case Sandos and make em Muslim.” He shouts back to the cook then hands you two cups, two bags of chips and two chocolate chip cookies. “If ya ordered a cold sub you’d get to decide *yawn* what’s on it.” He seems to shut down mentally before the kickin chickens step up to start pecking before they order.

Jenny follows and sits next to you when you sit at the usual table. She takes the outside seat at first but squirms at first so you offer to switch which she gladly takes. As the two of you wait for the lovebirds to arrive, you can feel Jenny’s tail wrap around your left ankle. You can feel a grin creep across your face as you feel the silky soft fur of Jenny’s tail on your leg. You look at Jenny who is just sipping away at her drink.

You turn to face her in full. “Say whatcha drinking?” You ask with abnormal cheer.

The question seems to catch Jenny off guard. “Cream soda.” she snaps seemingly on edge.

“Is it any good?” You ask, trying to start a conversation.

She pauses for a moment seeming to ponder the question. “I-if I-I’m go-going to be h-honest I-It's not really th-that good, it-its half-way to just car-carbonated water.” She says her speech clears up the more she talks.

You nod knowing what it's like. “I’ve had that happen before with their “Stubborn” soda so I tend to steer clear of it.” You empathize. “Actually you want me to dump it and get you something new?” You suggest with a raised brow.

This also catches her off guard. “Ah-y-ye Yeah.” She says, but you feel her tail tighten around your ankle.

You sense a bit of hesitation. “You sure?” you ask, trying not to give away you can feel her tail.

She seems to shiver for a second and then regain her resolve. “I’d much much prefer you stay here. Next to me.” She says quickly, and not stuttering for the first time today.

That last bit warmed your heart and you can feel the warmth of a blush on your face. “Alright, anything you want to talk about.” You ask trying to sound safe.

“Why are you called “wrench daddy” by the underclassmen?” She asks under her breath.

Wow straight for the jugular on that one. “Do you know about my project?” You ask.

“Only the rumors.” She answers with little nods.

“Like which rumors?” You prod.

“The ones about it being b-b-bondage gear for up to f-f-four girls.” She whispers.

You feel like you just got slapped. “That’s a new one. Where you’d hear that one?!” You ask, trying your best to hush your shock.

“I uh heard it from Hilda. Yeah Hilda.” She answers nodding.

“The tigress? Or the heron?” You further press.

“Heron.” She snaps.

You nod, accepting that a fucking band retard is spreading rumors about you. “My project is a universal carving rig for medium-large to large animals. I got the idea after my grandpa became too weak to do anything more that drag the last caribou he shot. So I came up with a hoist that would be able to lift anything anyone on this island could find and kill to carve it up and make the use of every part of it. Like God intended.” You explain.

Jenny looks you up and down. “You look strong enough to lift a caribou, but what's the smallest animal you could lift?” She asks, turning to face you.

You can feel your inner geek begin to well up as you answer her. “Well I designed it so that each of the two main hoists for large game can be independently used to hoist animals as small at two feet in length. I also have some leather belts attached so you could hang birds or fish. There's really no limit to how small for animals you’d actually hunt, like obviously ants and lizards have no business being eaten and so I ain’t gonna make it so they can be strung up with eatin’ critters.” You say excitedly, slipping and letting your Hathian accent seep out towards the end.

Jenny sighs. “Oh that’s a relief, I figured you were doing underclassmen and somewhere you were involving wrenches.” She says, her soft voice now not stuttering.

You roll your eyes. “Oh the wrench comes from how you operate the system, it uses ten milimeter sockets and a ratcheting system to tighten and loosen the hoists.” You explain.

Jenny swings her head back and you can feel her tail tighten around your ankle. “Oh, I thought you were some kind of pervert, I just figured you were able to hide it from Eida.” She says.

You laugh, and Jenny wells up with fear. “Wha-what? Ar-are y-you a pervert?” She asks, getting panicky.

You laugh even harder. “You think Eida is some sort of saint? She and Mickey fuck like rabbits from sunup to sundown, if they have something else to do, they’ll pause for the bare minimum time required.” You remark.

Jenny glares at you. “I don’t believe you.” she protests.

You look at the counter only to find the lovebirds missing. You look at her, with a raised brow. “Okay then, don’t believe me, but do tell me where Mickey and Eida are at right now?” You raise with a sly grin.

“They’re right by the counter.” She states matter-of-factly before leaning over you and finding them gone. “Where’d they go?” She demands.

You chuckle. “I know where they are, and you’ll be able to smell what they were doing when they get back.” You remark.

She glares at you again. “And how would you know that?” She demands.

“I’ve known Mickey since forever and a day, and Eida for just forever. Between the three of us, I’m the only one who hasn’t been kissed, Mickey’s been bugging me about it for years. I get the feeling Eida has been doing the same for you.” You state. “They’re fucking raw by the way, with Eida on top, it’s her day today.” You finish.

“I-I-I… actually that makes sense with Mickey and Eida.” she relents as her ears slump.

“Yeah don’t worry it was a bitter pill to swallow for me too, but the proof was tailfeathers in the toilet.” You lament, remembering how you walked in on Eida’s first time taking it in the back door right there in the Jersey Mike’s mens room. And Mickey was wearing those stupid fucking racing goggles.

“Wait you’ve never kissed a girl?” Jenny asks curiously.

You nod. “Yupsa.” you say hiding your insecurity on the matter the best you can.

Jenny nods. “Me neither.” She says.

You turn to her. “Wait your gay?” You ask confused.

Jenny puts her hands up. ‘I-I-Eh-I I-I’m not gay.” She assures. “I’ve just never been kissed either.” She says recovering from her linguistic fumble while hanging her head.

You empathize with her but have no idea how to continue the conversation. You kinda sit there awkwardly for a moment before one of you would cross the Rubicon of speaking. Surprisingly, Jenny takes the initiative. “I think Eida is trying to hook us up. I accepted her “offer” of introducing me to a nice guy this morning.” She states.

You turn to her with a stunned smile. “As would fate would have it, I accepted the offer to meet a nice girl this morning as well.” You say, already knowing that but trying to hide it.

Jenny’s ears stand on end and her tail further tightens around leg, at this point almost like a tourniquet. She just stares at you for a second. This time you take initiative “Well you wanna like, hang out tomorrow or saturday? I got a truck so don’t think transport is an issue.”

Jenny cocks her head a little bit. Her ears are as red as blood-soaked rubies and her nose is twitching wildly. “I’d like that but our sandwiches are getting cold so let's eat.” She says seemingly a bit detached from reality.

The sandwiches are the usual quality of Jersey Mike’s, way better than Subway, but not as good as Nickey’s on the other side of town. The cheesesteak is as one might expect, like a really long Hathian style patty but the cheese is added during the cooking rather than before. Jenny is absolutely devouring her cheesesteak. Soon after the two of you are finished eating your subs, a clearly sex-drunk pair of lovebirds emerge from the bathroom right as the two of you were talking about some of the two of you’s more nerdy hobbies, particularly that of why the new “Trouble in Paradise” movie should’ve starred Orchid Mantises rather than the common Praying Mantis it did.

Jenny’s opinion was on the massive Mantis market in Indonesia and Taknaresia. Yours was about how the European and American markets don’t even know that species exists. Both of you accepted that each other’s point was valid but it wasn’t worth anything more than a share of ideas.

“So *hehehe* as you both accepted, I *giggles* have determined the two of you will be a good match. AND SO-” Is all Eida can get through before you cut her off.

“I already got a date with Jenny.” You say. “Saturday, I’ll pick her up and we’ll work from there.”

Jenny snaps her head back to you. “Y-yeah. At 4508 Saint Leon drive in Eridu Gardens at ten in the morning.” She says compensating for the both of you totally lacking a plan.

“Well shit, yoose two ate without us.” Mickey states seemingly disappointed.

Eida and you both shoot Mickey a glare. “Dude, Jenny and I ordered hot sandwiches and you decided to take a 15 minute fuck my feathers frazzled break, of course we ate without you.” You say to him with an insincere amount of concern.

Eida just shakes her head. “Mickey, sometimes you have the mental capacity of a mouse honey.” She laments, shaking her head.

Now that the four of you are together, the interrogation of you and Jenny begins. “So Mickey what shall be their couple name? We got Micia, Kaylee and Ethan have “Mister and Missus” so what shall wrench daddy and the shy vixen have? I’m thinking Mr. Bind and Mrs. Gag to complement their contrasting nature and Tucker’s already established reputation as BDSM freak despite never even being kissed.” Eida rants to drained Mickey who just rips chunks off of his sandwich and “bird chews” it down taking sips from his Pepsi between bites. You begin to tune out as Eida goes into how she thinks Jenny will give head.

After subjecting yourself to an hour of brain-melting playboy tier fantasies involving you and Jenny flowing from Eida’s beak like a oil-black river of sin, Mickey takes Eida by the claw, and out the door waving goodbye as he takes her to his car so they can go home. Once again it’s you and Jenny, all alone. Jenny is mortified, her tail hasn't left your ankle the entire time.

“T-Tucker, what does being cumflated mean?” Jenny says clearly in shock at the whole experience.

“Do you really want to know?” You ask menacingly.

“On second thought, no.” She says her ears flat against her head and hair raised.

“Need a ride home?” You ask extending a hand to the girl in the bench seat.

“Sure” She says, taking it softly, but enough so her claws pinch at the wrist.