"I don't think I can do this," said Chloe as she stared at the house through the passenger side window. She was so nervous, she could hear her heart pulsing in her ear drums.
"Are you kidding?" exclaimed Rick, so excited he bumped the car horn with the side of his hand, releasing a short, sharp honk. "We planned this for three months!"
"I know! I'm just really fucking nervous. I don't even know these people..."
"You know Bill. And me and Dorado know each other from the gym. I wouldn't be on board with this if I didn't believe you were safe." Rick cupped Chloe's hand. They were both vulpine, Chloe red and Rick gray.
"That's not what I'm worried about. What if, what if they don't see me as a girl? I can't go through with that humiliation." The seeds of tears threatened at the corners of Chloe's eyes like tiny diamonds. At this point, the men were standing in the doorway of the house wondering what the car horn was about. Rick waved to them and held up a single finger for one moment.
"If you're not comfortable, we don't have to do this. I don't want you feeling like you're forced to be here. Give me the word and we'll drive home and watch eighties action movies all night." Rick squeezed her hand and smiled to let her know everything was okay.
"No. I want to do this so fucking bad. Just give me a minute." Chloe took a deep breath and lifted the flats of her hands to her chest then gestured as she exhaled.
"You ready, baby girl? I bet everyone's excited to meet you." Rick squeezed her thigh and gave it a shake.
"How do I look?" Chloe fluttered her eyelashes and pouted her lips.
"You look like I want to slam you against the hood of the car and turn you into a pocket pussy."
Chloe cupped her face as warmth flooded her cheeks. Her relationship with Rick had started tenuous. She assumed their friends had set them up because they were both foxes which felt a little racist. They didn't have anything in common at first. Rick and Chloe had completely different tastes in food and movies, and could never agree on date locations. Chloe had been on the verge of ending their relationship early when Rick made a bold comment about the color of her panties. She loved to dress trashy with the hips of her underwear sticking out above the waist of her skirt. Rick had been bold enough to comment out loud about them and how they would look better on the restaurant floor. She had called his bluff, sliding them off and tossing them in his lap under the table.
It was a bold way to tease a new guy, but Rick was game. He knocked on the table to direct her to look under. When she did, she say her panties wrapped around his beautiful, vulpine cock. They forged their passion in the bedroom, and over two years they built something which could be called a meaningful, long-term relationship.
As they walked to the front door, Rick snuck a hand under her skirt and gave her plump butt a squeeze. It was the little things that kept their relationship exciting. Chloe giggled and slapped his hand away, then smoothed the pleats of her skirt out before Rick knocked twice and entered. Inside, the home was comfortably appointed with relaxing synthwave music playing from a stereo. Everyone smiled when they entered. Altogether there was Dorado, a handsome stallion who stood almost seven feet tall and worked out with Rick. Their mutual friend Bill was there—a gray and white husky who had had a hand in setting the two of them up as well as facilitating this amorous evening.
On the couch together were Rowel from Rick's work and Rowel's girlfriend, Jenny who Chloe had never met. Rowel was a scruffy, gray hound, but his girlfriend was a snow-white bunny whose ears hung nervously. She looked to be about as nervous Chloe was.
"I'm so glad you two could make it," said Dorado, setting his drink down to give Rick and Chloe powerful hugs. Chloe felt intensely feminine being squeezed by him. She was tall for a vulpine, especially a female vulpine, but Dorado easily dwarfed her by a foot. She was only an inch shorter than Rick, but he made her feel feminine in so many other ways.
"Can I get you two anything? Food? Drinks?" Dorado asked.
"I could really use a glass of wine," confessed Chloe as she rubbed her arm nervously.
"Sure—"
"Babe, you can't get drunk, remember? No one can. You have to be sober for the whole thing," Rick cut Dorado off.
"What if I just make you a spritzer instead? Has less alcohol than a beer," Dorado countered.
"That sounds great, thank you," said Chloe as they moved to socialize.
"Hey guys!" Bill shouted as Dorado went to the kitchen to make Chloe's drink. The party was really more of a gathering with only the six of them in the living room. Chloe had known Bill since high school, since before she transitioned even. They had never dated, but now he would be involved in one of the most intense nights of her life if everything went well. It would certainly be an interesting experience to suck and fuck one of her old friends.
"Hey, Billy," the couple said together then began to elbow each other at the embarrassing synchronization they had taken on.
"Let me introduce you to Rowel and Jenny the other girl," said Bill as he took Chloe's hand and led her to the couch.
"No shit, she's the other girl," Chloe said under her breath.
"Rowel and Jenny, this is Chloe and Rick," said Bill.
"I know. I've worked with Rick for three years," said Rowel who put his arm around Jenny.
"Yeah, I've met Rick like five times," Jenny added, her ears seeming to perk up at how dumb Bill was being. "Hey, didn't we meet at the dinner at the hotel last year?"
"Oh for Rick's work?" said Chloe. "I actually think we did. I got a little sloppy that night. It was so boring."
Jenny giggled and covered her mouth. Chloe was in awe of her femininity. She was wearing white lingerie with a veil that made it look like she had just gotten married. It was a bold choice, but Chloe loved the idea they were all here to ruin her right after her wedding. She had lovely curves and big copper eyes which seemed to seduce you if you stared too long.
"It was!" Jenny declared. "I got drunk too and passed out in the car. It was over four hours long!"
"Hey," Rick chimed in, "It was a software developers conference. Wasn't supposed to be exciting."
Rowell chuckled at his comment.
"Here," Dorado appeared by Chloe's side and handed her a golden drink in a tall, frosty glass. "Sprite and moscato. Tastes like ambrosia."
Chloe thanked him and sipped her beverage. It truly was delicious, sweet and fruity with just the right amount of carbonation.
"So...how do we start this?" said Bill, wringing his hands together.
