Content warning: sexual intercourse
Etrius strolled into the bustling heart of Sigma City, his towering figure drawing curious glances from the lunchtime crowd. The people were used to the weird, but even human-animal hybrids were still few and far between, especially those as highly regarded as Etrius. The smell of street food wafted through the air, mingling with the sounds of vendors hawking their goods and the chatter of city dwellers. As he approached their usual meeting spot, a small, tucked-away café on the edge of the Hub District, he couldn’t help but notice the growing disparity between the clean, well-maintained hub and the shadier outer districts.
Zoey sat at an outside table, her once voluminous frame now significantly slimmer. She looked up as Etrius approached, her amber eyes narrowing slightly in annoyance at his punctuality. Despite the outward signs of neglect and abuse, she still had an aura of raw power and defiance, her large ears flicking back and forth and her serpentine tail swaying restlessly.
"Hey, Zoey," Etrius greeted her, his voice a blend of warmth and concern. He pulled out a chair and sat down, his large frame causing the chair to creak slightly. "You're looking... different."
Zoey's ears flattened for a moment before she forced a smirk. "Yeah, well, got tired of being the fat fox," she replied, her tone defensive. She took a long drag from her vape, blowing the smoke out in a way that seemed more challenging than casual.
Etrius studied her closely, noticing the dark circles under her eyes and the trembling in her hands. "You lost a lot of weight pretty quickly. Are you... okay?" His voice was gentle, but his concern was palpable.
Zoey’s scaled tail flicked irritably, and she leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms. "I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be?" She snapped, her voice rising slightly. "Can't I change without everyone getting up in my shit?"
Etrius sighed internally, recognizing the familiar walls she put up. "Zoey, it's not about the weight," he said softly. "I'm just worried about you. We've been through a lot together, and I care about you."
Zoey's eyes flashed with anger. "Worried about me? Please," she scoffed, taking another drag from her vape. "I'm tougher than you give me credit for. I don't need your pity."
Etrius leaned forward, his gaze intense. "It's not pity, Zoey. It's concern. You're drinking too much, using too much. It's not sustainable."
Zoey slammed her cybernetic fist on the metal table, denting it and causing a few nearby patrons to glance over nervously. "You think I don't know that?" She hissed, her ears pinned back and her tail thrashing. "But this is how I cope, alright? You of all people should understand that."
Etrius felt a pang of guilt, knowing she was right. He helped Zoey with her harsh reality, and her methods were not exactly healthy. He helped her achieve safe highs away from dangerous places where she could be assaulted, killed, or worse.
"I do understand, Zoey. More than you know," he said quietly. "But there are other ways. Better ways."
Zoey's defiance faltered for a moment, her eyes softening as she looked at him. She quickly masked it with a sneer. "And what, you're going to save me? Again?" She laughed bitterly. "I'm not a damsel in distress, Etrius. I don't need saving."
Etrius leaned back, feeling a mix of frustration and sadness. "I don't want to save you, Zoey. I just want to help. But I can't do that if you won't let me."
Zoey's tail stopped moving, and she looked away, her ears flicking back and forth. "I don't need your help," she muttered, but the conviction in her voice wavered. "I don't want your help."
They sat in silence for a few moments, the sounds of the city filling the space between them. Etrius reached out and gently touched her hand. A spark jumped between them as the cybernetics of both momentarily connected.
"Just... promise me you'll be careful. That's all I ask."
Zoey glanced at his hand, then up at his face. Her expression softened slightly, and she gave a small nod.
"Yeah, fine. I'll be careful," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Etrius smiled, though it was tinged with sadness. "That's all I needed to hear," he said, withdrawing his hand. "Now, let's get something to eat. I’m starving."
Zoey chuckled, the tension easing slightly. "You and your endless stomach," she teased, though there was a hint of genuine affection in her voice. "With how much you eat I'm annoyed that you don't need to lose weight, ever."
As they ordered their food and settled into a more relaxed conversation, Etrius couldn't shake the lingering worry. Zoey's bravado was impressive, but he knew all too well the toll it took on her. Beneath her tough exterior, he still loved her, and he would do whatever it took to keep her safe.
After they ate, they decided to go for a walk in the park nearby for some fresh air. The park, a rare sliver of greenery amidst the urban sprawl, was alive with birds chirping and insects buzzing. Zoey’s eyes darted around, taking in the sights, but there was a restlessness and anxiety to her movements, a sign of the inner turmoil she tried so hard to mask.
Etrius walked beside her, his tall, muscular frame still dwarfed by Zoey's, even if she was thinner now. He glanced at her from time to time, his green eyes filled with a mix of concern and affection. Despite the tension during lunch, there was a comfortable silence between them now, a reminder of the bond they shared.
As they reached a secluded bench under a large, shady tree, Zoey plopped down with a sigh, stretching out her legs. Etrius followed suit, sitting close enough that their shoulders touched. The physical contact seemed to ease some of the tension in Zoey, and she leaned into him slightly, her thick scaly tail wrapping around his waist.
"You know, for a big city, this park is pretty nice," Zoey said, her tone softer than before.
Etrius nodded, enjoying the rare moment of peace. "Yeah, it's a good place to clear your head," he replied.
They sat in silence for a while, the sounds of the park fading into the background. Zoey's hand found its way to Etrius's, her fingers intertwining with his. He squeezed her hand gently, feeling the rough texture of her cybernetic enhancements, the roughness and wear so different from his own.
Zoey shifted, turning to face him. Her eyes locked onto his, and for a moment, the mask of bravado slipped, revealing vulnerability. Etrius cupped her cheek, his thumb brushing against the soft fur.
"You're beautiful, Zo," he murmured, leaning in closer.
Zoey's ears flicked back, and she gave him a rare, genuine smile. "And you're a hopeless sap," she teased, but her voice was tinged with emotion. With a quick movement, Zoey sat on top of Etrius, facing him.
She straddled him on the park bench, her eyes blazing with a mix of lust and defiance. She ground against him, feeling the hard lines of his muscular body beneath the thin fabric of his clothes.
Etrius's hands moved to her hips, gripping her firmly. The sensation of his strong, cybernetic fingers against her fur-covered skin sent shivers up her spine. "Zo," he murmured, his voice thick with desire.
"Shut up," she growled, leaning down to capture his lips in a fierce kiss. Her hands roamed over his chest, feeling the heat of his body. She tugged at his clothing, her fingers deftly undoing the buttons on his shirt.
Etrius responded in kind, his hands sliding up her back, tracing the curves of her spine and the softness of her rear. He could feel the tension in her muscles, the raw energy just beneath the surface. His lips moved to her neck, kissing and nipping at the sensitive skin there, eliciting a low moan from Zoey.
"Fuck," she breathed, her hips moving more urgently against him. The friction was maddening, a delicious torment that left her craving more. She could feel his arousal, hard and insistent beneath her, and it only fueled her desire.
Etrius growled softly, a deep, primal sound that vibrated through his chest. He shifted, his hands moving to her thighs, lifting her slightly to position her better. Zoey's tail wrapped around his leg, the scales brushing against his skin. Her hands moved to his belt, her fingers working quickly to free his throbbing cock.
When she finally succeeded, Zoey wasted no time. She positioned herself over him, her eyes locking onto his with a mix of challenge and hunger. Slowly, she lowered herself onto him, taking him in, inch by agonizing inch. The feeling was electric, a perfect blend of pleasure and pain that had her gasping. She shuddered as his penis slid into her asshole, stretching it. It had been so long since they last had sex.
Etrius's hands gripped her hips tighter, guiding her movements as she began to ride him. Their bodies moved in perfect sync, a rhythmic dance of flesh and synthetic parts. Zoey's moans grew louder, her breaths coming in short gasps. She leaned forward, her hands bracing against his chest.
"God, E," she panted, her eyes half-lidded with pleasure. "Harder."
Etrius obliged, thrusting up into her with more force. The bench creaked beneath them, the sound of their bodies colliding filling the air, Zoey’s once-quiet moans now breaking the silence in the once-tranquil park. He could feel the tension building, the pleasure building and Zoey’s hole getting tighter with each movement.
Zoey's head fell back, her eyes closing as she lost herself in the sensations. The world around them faded away, leaving only the heat of their bodies and the raw intensity of their connection. She moved faster, her hips grinding against him with a desperate urgency.
Etrius could feel his control slipping, the edge of release tantalizingly close. He thrust harder, his breaths coming in rough. "Zo," he growled, his voice thick with need.
"Fuck, yes," she cried out, her body trembling with the force of her impending climax. "Don't stop!"
With a final, powerful thrust, Etrius sent them both over the edge. Zoey's body tensed and she clenched, a high-pitched moan escaping her lips as pleasure washed over her. Etrius followed quietly a moment later, his release a shuddering wave that left him breathless.
They remained intertwined for a few moments, their bodies trembling with the aftershocks of their release. Zoey leaned against him, her breathing slowly returning to normal. Etrius's hands moved gently over her back, his touch tender and reassuring.
As the world slowly came back into focus, Zoey lifted her head, her amber eyes glinting with satisfaction. She stood up and began to dress, and Etrius re-buckled his belt and buttoned his shirt back up.
"You know," Etrius began, his voice still thick with emotion, "you felt... different when you were bigger."
The words were out before he could stop them, and the impact was immediate. Zoey's expression hardened, her ears flattening against her head. Without warning, she punched him in the chest, the force sending him flying off the bench and crashing onto the grass several feet away.
Etrius lay there, stunned, as Zoey stood up, adjusting her clothes with a practiced ease. She looked down at him, her eyes cold.
"Halt die Klappe, du hirnloser Narr," she said angrily, her German taking precedence in her momentary rage. "Maybe you should think before you open your fucking mouth," she snapped, her voice dripping with anger.
"I didn't do this for you. I did this for my own health." Her serpentine tongue flicked out of her mouth as she stared angrily at him, and her devilish tail twitched. "If you don't wanna fuck me because I'm not fat anymore, that's your own goddamn problem."
Etrius winced, feeling the sting of her words as much as the physical pain. "You're right," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'm sorry."
Zoey didn't respond. She turned and walked away, her serpent tail swinging behind her. The black fluids from Etrius still dripped from her, staining her shorts and trickling down her leg. Etrius watched her go, a mix of regret and sorrow filling him.
He lay there for a few moments, staring up at the sky, replaying the scene in his mind. He made a mistake, and he knew he deserved the hit. With a heavy sigh, he finally pushed himself up, brushing off the dirt and grass.
Etrius made his way back to the parking lot, where his sleek, black car awaited. He climbed in, the interior eerily cool and quiet. As he drove away, the cityscape of Sigma City blurred past, his thoughts consumed by the events of the afternoon. After a bit of driving, he pulled into the parking lot of his apartment building and went inside.
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