Core's Opportunity - Chapter 18 (Patreon)

Core's Opportunity - Chapter 18

by Zmeydros

"It's a job with the National Weather Service, I'd be a fool not to take it." Petra drinks from her water bottle.

"In Florida?" He'd probably die if he tried to live there.

Clasping her hands and staring at the floor she says, "I'll just have to enjoy cool weather when it comes through."

"Does it get cool there?" He asks.

"Sometimes the high is seventy." She gives him a weak smile.

"Well, I nearly died from heat stroke last month, if I was in Florida, I'd probably be dead." He sighs. "But maybe you'll be happy there, I'm just surprised."

"Ever since I dual majored in Physics and Meteorology this spring, my parents have been harping for me to go to grad school or do something with the degrees. They paid for my college, so I want to do right by them and this opportunity is right up my alley and pays half again what I'm making now."

"What would you do for the job?" he asks trying to sound upbeat.

"My senior project was on using deep learning algorithms to better integrate weather data from multiple sources. I thought I'd be doing something with that, but they seem way more interested in my, uhh, strange relationship with the weather." She pulls out her phone and says, "Hey Google, show me the Seattle Times article entitled 'When This Snow Leopard Says It's Going to Snow, She's Never Wrong.'" She hands him her phone.

As he reads the article, his eyes get wider and wider. The one line that surprises him the most is: "Petra can predict severe weather more accurately than any weather forecasting system currently in use and meteorologists all over the west coast have started to source her blog for weather predictions." Reading further down, he sees that other members of her family and extended family have shown they have this talent, but nearly all of them live in the Coalition Of Arctic Territories and have asked to remain anonymous.

"Can your whole family do it?" he asks.

"No, it's really random. My maternal grandpa can and two of my cousins. They all live in the COAT, though, and only predict weather up there."

"In the article, you said you had no idea how it worked, is that true? Like no one in your family even has a theory?"

"My grandad claims it's because one of our ancestors boned a water dragon." She points at the scales above her eyes. "That would explain these, but I think it has something to do with the fact that I can see magic. It gets caught up in the atmosphere, everything, and I can only see, well, more like feel, large movements of it. Like atmospheric events it gets caught up in." She shrugs. 

"That's really cool!" he says partially because it's really cool, but also because he can talk about magic with her.

"It's not as helpful as good weather forecasting. Sure, it's good for when there's a storm coming, but the finer details like whether crops will freeze and stuff, I can't see that."

"But you could save a lot of lives," he suggests.

"True, I think they just want me in Florida for predicting when and where hurricanes will hit. Thing is, they're really good at that already, I'm not going to change things much. What I was working on in college would save way more lives." She shrugs.

"Oh, have you thought about doing something with it?"

"If I had the right friends and the right knowledge, I'd start a software company."

"I might know someone who can help with that." Core's tail wags.

She puts a hand on his thigh. "Let's not do this. Let's not get our hopes up about me staying and have this night be only about what's gonna happen later. We have this night together, let's do something fun with it."

"Okay." His ears droop and he looks down. Should he introduce her to Millie? She hasn't really asked for his help. Why does he care if she stays? He still barely knows her.

"Do you want any more pizza?"

"Nah." His stomach is a bit tense. The two slices he ate feel like a whole meal right now.

"I'm gonna save room for the blueberry cheesecake ice cream I bought." She gets off the couch and grabs their plates bringing them over to the sink.

He follows her and waits for her to wash her hands before he washes the pizza grease off of his. She gives him a hug after they dry their hands. "I'm so glad you're here."

The wag of his tail is sluggish, he's still thinking about her leaving. "Really?"

"Your scent is really calming. I always felt like my own scent was odd because it wasn't like anyone else's. But you're a herm like me, so you smell similar in a way no one else ever has. It's silly, but I feel less alone in the world having you here." She lays her chin on his shoulder.

"Huh," he says thinking about what she said. "I think I feel the same way."

"How about we skip the game and cuddle instead?" She lets go of him so she can meet his eyes.

"Cuddle, l-like on your bed?" he asks.

In a drawn-out posh accent, she says, "No, let us cuddle casually on the couch." She hooks her arm with his and marches toward the couch.

Once there, she guides him to sit in the middle while she sits down and swings her legs into his lap. She grabs the controller and asks, "Do you like watching "Let's Play's" on Youtube? There's this guy who narrates his Overwatch matches like he's been put on the battlefield with no idea what's going on and is desperately trying to stay alive. It's a silly gimmick, but pretty hilarious and informative about the gameplay."

"That sounds fun," he grins.

"Perfect. I think we need a break from my rambling."

"I like your rambling."

"That's sweet, but seriously, I need to chill for a bit." She starts the video.

She pauses to explain things about the game to him and they both laugh quite a bit. He finds this Youtuber's dedication to his gimmick to be both adorable and very amusing. When he idly pets her thigh, he gets her to purr and run her hand through the fur on his arm. 

After forty-five minutes of watching, she scoots more into his lap and he accidentally bumps her balls with his paw as he tries to help her keep her skirt from flipping up.

He pulls his hand away blushing. "Whoops, sorry about that."

She pauses the video and grabs a couch pillow to wedge between her and the arm rest. "I liked it."

"What, really?" His ears perk up all the way. Did he even hear her right?

"Yep!" She grins. "Okay, I want to talk about naughty stuff, can we talk about naughty stuff?"

"S-sure." His heart remembers that this is a date and it starts thudding in his ears.

"Okay, this is going to seem forward and like a strange thing to ask on a first date, but I feel like my life's moving along too fast and I don't even know where I'll be a month from now and I don't want to miss opportunities. The only other herm I've ever met was taken, so I couldn't do anything with her...and now I'm rambling." She takes a deep breath. "Do you like both guys and girls?"

"I don't know about guys, I've seen maybe a couple that turned me on. I'm definitely into girls, though," he says. "Do you like both?"

"Yep, about equally, but now that I think about it, I look at herm porn the most. Drawings, 3D, animations, the bit of real stuff that's out there..." she trails off and then says, "I bet you like herm porn too."

He nods meekly. A wave of embarrassment washes over him as he thinks about all the herm porn he has stashed on his computer.

"What do you like the most? I'm oddly straightforward, I love looking at dicks and pussies. I think after those breasts are my favorite."

The fierce blush under his fur gets worse. "Butts and breasts, for me." Has he ever had a conversation like this before? Why is she so curious about this stuff? And why is his embarrassment starting to fade into arousal? Her butt is pressing against his crotch and now he's smelling her more clearly.

"So, I'm guessing the two friends you mentioned that you have sex with are women?"

"Yep!" he says.

"So, here's the thing, I have a cock and I'm going to want to use it on you if we keep dating. Is that something you're into or is it better if we just stay friends who can talk about naughty things but don't actually do naughty things?"

"I-I've never..." He shivers with nervous energy. "I've never...used...my..."

"What now?" She looks him in the eye. "You've seriously never used your ass? Your pussy?"

He shakes his head. "Both."

She sits up more. "Even when you were in heat?"

"I think I've been l-licked and stuff and maybe had fingers in there? I usually don't remember my heat."

"I usually remember my heat somewhat well, but it can be hazy, so I guess that makes sense..." She looks off in the direction of her bedroom and then back at him. "Why have you ignored it? I think I know, but I should let you tell me."

For a moment he feels judged by her, but he finds her face holds no judgement and is able to relax a bit. She's a cat, of course she'd be curious. "Everyone in my life acted like it wasn't supposed to be there. And I kept seeing the discrimination against herms and I worried that if I used it I'd become a...slut and ruin my life. And now I'm just scared and I don't know why." He shivers again.

She gets off his lap and grabs him giving him a firm hug that presses her breasts against his left arm. "I felt the same way about my dick in high school."

"How did you become okay with it?"

"One day, I got a boner and my boyfriend offered me a blowjob. He'd offered them to me before and I'd turned him down every time, but this time he was desperate. It was like he'd been waiting for the whole year we'd been together for me to let him finally pleasure me there. So I accepted his offer." She gives a labored sigh.

"What happened?"

"When he put his lips around the head and I got that shot of pleasure, I had a full-on panic attack. This thing I'd seen as a burden my whole life was suddenly giving me pleasure and I wanted to both hate it and love it at the same time."

"I'm sorry." He shifts so he can hug her back.

"He didn't know what to do and started freaking out. I didn't know what to do and kinda fell to the floor unable to speak. That's when he called 911."

"He didn't!"

"He did! He thought I was having a stroke or something. The paramedics did too. They started an IV and rushed me to the hospital." She laughs. "The doctor who eventually checked me out of the ICU was amazing. He knew exactly what had happened when my boyfriend explained it and got me an emergency care psychologist. She had me talking in under a half hour and suggested that I either see a gender therapist, or make an effort to familiarize myself with my penis little by little and see a gender therapist if I still felt I needed one."

"Whoa, I didn't know hospitals had psychologists on staff."

"They're there in case people need to be committed to a mental hospital, I believe." She smirks. "This familiarizing myself with my penis thing kinda took on a life of its own. At first I was just touching it, then I was touching it a lot more, then I was getting off once a week, then I was getting off every day."

Hearing her speak so frankly about her sexual awakening is cutting right through Core's nervousness and causing pressure in his crotch. He bites his lip and tries to calm himself, but her butt is in his lap and every bit of hardness he gets is being rubbed by her pudgy thighs.

"That's about when I started putting it in anyone who wanted it. I swear I forgot I even had a pussy for my first year of coll--Oh hello Core's penis!" She rubs herself against his lap.

He groans and gasps quickly running out of space in his boxers.

"Want to go to my bedroom and show me your pussy? We don't have to do anything with it. I just want to have a look and then we can see about this glorious erection you've sprouted."

"I thought you didn't want to do stuff unless I was okay using my pussy."

She slides off of him. "Long term, that's a thing, but short term, who cares? Your hard, I'm wet, and my future's up in the air, so let's just seize the day!"

The thoughts running through his head keep colliding with each other. Should he? Oh, how badly he wants to see another herm nude! Will they end up having sex? Does he want to have sex? If he doesn't have sex now, she might move away and he'll miss his chance. Isn't this the sort of pressure that leads to bad decisions? How could this be a bad decision? Having sex with Millie and Victoria only improved his life.

Fuck! He's getting so wet just thinking about it. His little sensitive nub is even starting to throb. And now his cock is straining against his jeans and boxers. If he doesn't go get off, he's going to have a hardon that might ruin his pants!

"I, uh..." he runs out of words as soon as he starts.

She turns to look at him still frowning. "Maybe I should just do the dishes to give you time to cool off and let this be a normal first date where there's no action." She starts getting up.

No! He can't keep turning away the things he wants just because of his fear. He takes her paw in his hand, "Yes."

"Yes I should do the dishes?" She stares at the junction of their hands with her brow furrowed in confusion.

"Yes, I'll show you," he says.

Squeezing his hand, she says, "Oh my God! Oh my God! I can't believe it!" She grabs his hand and pulls him up off the couch and leads him to her bedroom.

The tent in her skirt grows with every step, just seeing it makes him wetter, harder. He can smell her extreme excitement now, the heavy musk of her cock, and the floral scent of her pussy: both scents clearly hers.

His nipples harden and his shaft surges in boxers as it finally hits him that he's about to have sex with this amazing woman. It's just too tight! The moment he's in the bedroom, he hurries to get his pants off.

"Whoa, a bit eager there?" She chuckles.

"Not enough room," he explains as he drops his lower garments revealing his hyper endowment. He didn't plan to suddenly be pantsless, he didn't plan to sex her up on the first date. They haven't even made out properly and yet, here he is with a raging erection staring at the tent in her skirt.

Her jaw falls open as her eyes get lost in the massiveness of his tool. "Oh, you have to let me ride that monster."

He would have brought his magical item if he thought there was any chance this date would lead to sex. Does he want to go inside her on the first date? He thought she was just going to do oral or something. He's probably a bit too big right now even for oral. There's no way she's had experience with something his size. "Heh, umm, I can make it smaller if needed, but we'd need to pick up something from my apartment."

"Smaller? How?" On of her ears folds down.

"I have a magic item that changes its size. I found this strange book in a bookstore in Spokane and it told me how to make it."

"I always figured there had to be other magic out there...but we can talk about that later." She puffs her chest and takes a confident stance. "This is exactly what I've been training my pussy for!"

"T-training your pussy?" There's no way his foot-and-a-half endowment will fit in her. She's not Millie. Wait, those patches of scales on her body, those horns. "Don't tell me, you can stretch because you're part dragon?"

"Dragons are naturally stretchy? That would explain a lot!" She bounces making her tent bounce too. "I thought that dildo Victoria had on was a joke until I saw it go into Millie, tell me you were at the club on that magical night."

"Victoria used a strap on on Millie at the club?" He has to suppress a horny yip at the thought of it.

"Oh, you missed the show of the century. Millie got railed on stage. I nearly came on the spot. It's what inspired me to see how big I could go."

"So, you're sure this will fit?" He tilts his head.

"We'll need a lot of lube. Like, just coat your whole dick till it's too slippery to hold on to a lot."

So much is happening, so fast. "You sure you don't want to do something more low key like oral or something for the first date?"

Her smile fades a bit. "Sorry, we don't have to. I'm the type that eats inhibition for breakfast. We could just masturbate next to each other if that would make you more comfortable. I have hyper condoms so we wouldn't make a mess."

"You have hyper condoms?" Now he's really confused. Is it for her? Now that he thinks of it, that tent in her skirt is rather big.

"You think you're the only hyper fur?" She pulls up her skirt to reveal a pole only a few inches shorter than his sticking out over the waist of her special herm panties. She's nearly as thick as him and her shaft has little bumps as well as dragon ridges on the underside. The curve of it is beautiful.

His legs get weak as his pussy twitches. Why does he want that inside him so badly? Why this cock? Why now? It's just so beautiful, so big, so fucking hard! He's never had anything in there, it would never fit and he can't imagine letting her do that to him now anyway. Not now. Not so suddenly.

"You like?"

He bites his lip and nods.

She pulls off her skirt and panties and then bends over showing him her plump, wet, pussy with a little throbbing clit at the front. He murrs at the sight of it. She murrs back as she rifles through a drawer and pulls out two condoms, one of which, she hands to him. "Before you wrap your junk, can you hop up on the bed and give me a look at your snatch?"

Blushing so hard that his ears itch, he hops on the bed and lays on his back. She hops up on the bed and crouches between his legs. Leaning in, she tickles his inner thighs with her whiskers. When she takes a deep sniff, his pussy twitches. When her little kitty nose is puffing air at his hot wetness, he squirms. "Oooh, I wanna play with your puss. Can I?"

His chest is a bit tight, but this isn't any worse than when Millie or Victoria touched him there. "What do you want to do?"

"Use my mouth and fingers."

"I-if you stick anything in there, could you go really slow?"

"As you wish," she says before taking a lick across his folds.

"Ahh!" he cries out.

"You okay?"

"More!" He has to have more, this is the most comfortable he's ever been and it feels even better than before. Her rough tongue nearly made him orgasm from one lick.

She chuckles before licking at his snatch over and over. Once he's crying out and grabbing at his cock, she starts sliding her thumb in. He starts to see stars. It's like a barrier in his mind has finally broken and he can't believe what he's feeling.

Her thumb presses down against the back of his snatch as she focuses on his nub with her tongue. The moans he makes, he's never heard before outside of heat. Something about the placement of her thumb satisfies his sex. Like he has something in there without it hurting or stretching.

"Oh my God!" he cries out as her tongue flicks over his folds and clit. His hips lose control and start thrusting with her motions. He wants her to fuck him! He wants her inside him! This is amazing! How can this feel so fucking good? It's like every lick she makes sets off a wave of tingles that touches every part of him.

Then it's like the whole room gets quiet, there's a rushing in his ears, a feeling of falling, pleasure, so much it fills him full till his being can't hold another drop. He yowls as he orgasms arching his back and pressing his shoulders into the bed.

When it's over, he blinks unable to fully grasp what just happened. She's laying next to him, now without her shirt and bra so her modest breasts are against his side. Though they easily squish into the space between their bodies, they're pert enough to keep some of their round shape. As far as he's concerned, they're the most perfect breasts he's seen attached to the most talented pussy eater on the planet.

She says, "So, it seems like you enjoyed yourself."

He tries to speak, but what he wants to say seems alien, as if it's not coming from him. So, he tries to suppress it, to put it back where it belongs: in the void of things he knows he'd never say. But it finds its way out because he's not the same person he was before he met Millie, Victoria, and Petra. "Petra, c-can you show me how to...train my pussy?"