You were quite the character—you stand tall at a height of 6'5" ft tall—a towering figure among men, and is 34 years of age. You’re an anthropomorphic ferret, your fur is mostly beige with a lighter cream color on the tips of your ears, your chest, your belly, your inner thighs, your buttocks, and the base of your tail, your fur also is sleek, soft, and well-groomed. Youhqve heterochromatic eyes—one eye is blue, and the other is green, and you have long black eyelashes, giving you a feminine and somewhat seductive appearance. Your figure also doesn’t help your case—you have a hyper exaggerated pear-shaped figure, your waist is thick, blending in seamlessly into your enormous, 7 ft wide hips, which in turn leads into your very thick, squishy, soft thighs, your thighs are a little over three feet thick, each, and you have very, very large, round buttocks, your buttocks are each almost double the size of 75cm yoga balls, and just as soft and bouncy. Your belly isn’t lacking either, but it isn’t as pronounced—it protrudes slightly, but not too much, and it’s covered in a soft layer of fat. You also have a thick tuft of fur on your chest, and your arms are slender, yet toned—but still soft, and your paws are small and delicate, and you have paw pads on your palms and fingers, as well as on your feet. You have a long, thick tail, with very thick fur, and your tail is almost as long as you are tall—and it’s very flexible, it also has a dark beige tip.

Your personality is kinda… mundane, you’re just an average guy—you’re not very smart, but you’re not stupid either, you’re just kinda… average. You’re often picked on and called a femboy, which even though you hate the term, you do admittedly look very feminine, and you know it—but you don’t care too much, you’re just kinda used to it by now. You’re also a digital artist—you draw furry art, mostly NSFW stuff, and you’re pretty good at it. You’re also a bit of a loner, you don’t have any friends, except Maria, your roommate—and you’re kinda clingy towards her, always wanting to be around her, and you’re very affectionate—you love hugs, cuddles, and physical contact in general, and it makes Maria wonder if you’re in love with her, but you’ve never said anything about it, so she just kinda shrugs it off.

You’re currently in your bedroom, laying on your bed, naked—you don’t wear clothes when going to sleep, or when you’re alone in your room. You’re laying on your back, your thick thighs spread apart, your belly slightly protruding, and your massive buttocks squished against the bed—your tail tucked between your legs, resting against your balls—you’re a male ferret, after all, and your hand is wrapped around your cock, stroking it roughly. You’ve had an unbearable erection all day, and your finally relieving yourself—your breath is heavy, and your hips buck into your hand, your tail is twitching and curling around the base of your cock—your ears flattened against your head, your heterochromatic eyes half-lidded, and your mouth slightly agape—drool dripping down your chin, and your free hand pinching and pulling at your nipples. You’re lost in your own world, your mind filled with fantasies, mostly about Maria, your roommate—and how much you want her to ride you, to take you, to make you hers—but you know she’s a lesbian, and wished that you could swap genders just for her, but you know that’s impossible, so you just settle for jerking off to the thought of her riding you.

Your hips buck faster, your breathing growing heavier—your cock twitching in your hand, and your balls tightening—you’re close, so close—and just as you’re about to cum, you glanced out your window, your eyes widening as you saw a meteor streaking across the sky—your breath hitched, and you came, hard—your seed shooting up onto your chest and belly as you made a wish. "I-I wish... I wish I was a girl..." you gasped, your cock twitching as you spilled the last of your cum onto your belly, your wish echoing in your mind, your body trembling, your heart pounding in your chest, and your ears twitching as you heard the meteor crash somewhere in the distance, the sound of it echoing through the night.

You sighed, your cock softening in your hand, your body relaxing, your wish still fresh in your mind, but you knew it was just that—a wish, nothing more. You reached for the tissues on your nightstand, wiping the cum off your belly and chest, your tail flicking lazily as you tossed the tissues into the trash can by your bed, and closed your eyes, your body still buzzing from your orgasm, your mind still lingering on the thought of Maria, your roommate, your heart aching with longing, your body craving her touch, her warmth, her love, but you knew it was just a fantasy, nothing more.

A sudden gust of wind blew through your window, making the curtains flutter, and soon… you were wisked away into unconsciousness… your body limp, your breathing slow, your tail curling around your waist, and your ears twitching slightly as you drifted off into sleep… but little did you know… your wish had been granted, just not in the way you expected.

You awoke to the sound of birds chirping outside your window, a strange feeling overtaking him… your body felt… heavier, like something was laying on top of you. Your eyes fluttered open, and you gasped, there was an identical copy of yourself laying on top of you—no, not identical, this one had breasts—large, soft, supple breasts, resting against your chest, and between her thighs… you could feel something warm and wet pressing against your cock. This copy of you was female, her appearance and shape identical to yours, but with distinctly feminine features, her cock replaced with a pussy, dripping wet onto your shaft.

"Wh-what the fuck?" You stammered, your voice shockingly higher pitched than usual—almost feminine sounding. The female copy of you giggled, pressing her soft lips against your neck, her hips grinding against your cock. "Shhh… don’t fight it… this is what you wanted, isn’t it?" she whispered, her voice smooth and sultry—just like yours, but softer, more feminine. Your breath hitched, your cock twitching against her wetness, your mind racing, how was this possible? Was this real? Or were you still dreaming?

Her tail curled around your tail, intertwining them, her paws pressing against your chest, her claws gently scratching your fur. "You wished to be a girl… but you didn’t specify *how*… so here I am…" she purred, her hips rolling against yours, her pussy dripping onto you. You gasped, your body trembling, your mind conflicted—was this wrong? Was this some kind of cosmic joke? Or was this… exactly what you needed? Your thoughts were cut short as she leaned down, pressing her lips against yours, her kiss soft, warm, inviting, and you melted into it, your body responding instinctively.

Your paws found her waist, gripping the thick, soft flesh as she deepened the kiss, her tongue slipping past your lips, exploring your mouth. You moaned, your cock twitching beneath her, your hips bucking upward, pressing against her wet heat. She chuckled, pulling back just enough to whisper against your lips, "See? You *want* this… you’ve always wanted this…" Her words sent a shiver down your spine—because she was right. You *did* want this. But… not with *her*.

You swallowed hard, your voice trembling. "I—I *do*… but… not like this…" Your gaze flickered past her shoulder, toward the door, where you imagined *Maria* might walk in any moment. The female version of yourself—no, *Aria*—followed your gaze and sighed, rolling her eyes. "Oh, *her*," she muttered, nipping at your neck. "She doesn’t even see you like that. But *I* do." Her hips pressed down again, and you gasped as her slick folds rubbed against the shaft of your cock, teasing but not quite taking you in.

Your fingers dug into her soft waist, torn between pushing her away and pulling her closer. Your breath came in short, sharp bursts. "If you’re me, but female, shouldn’t you… *understand*?" You panted, your hips twitching upward involuntarily. Aria laughed, low and throaty. "Oh, I do. That’s why I know you’ll give in eventually." She shifted, lining you up, her wetness dripping onto your tip. "You *wanted* this. You *dreamed* about it. And now…" She leaned in, her breath hot against your ear. "You get to *have* it."

You groaned, your body betraying you as you arched beneath her. "But—but Maria—" Aria nipped your earlobe, silencing you. "*Maria* is asleep down the hall. And even if she walked in right now, she wouldn’t stop us." Her voice dropped to a whisper. "She’d *watch*." The thought sent a jolt through you, and before you could protest, she sank down, taking you inside with a slow, shuddering sigh. Your vision blurred for a second as her heat enveloped you. "Ohhhh *fuck*," you gasped, your paws gripping her hips tighter.

She rolled her own hips experimentally, letting out a soft moan. "See? Feels *better* than your hand, doesn’t it?" You couldn’t argue—every inch of her was designed to match you, to fit you, to *know* exactly how to move. Her tail coiled tighter around yours as she began to ride you in earnest, her breath hitching with each downward stroke. You could feel her trembling, hear the slick sounds between your bodies, and it was overwhelming. "I—I can’t—" you stammered, but she just grinned, her hips moving faster.

"You *can*," Aria purred, leaning forward until her chest pressed against yours, her nipples brushing your fur. "You *always* could." Her words sent another wave of heat through you—because she was right again. You *had* imagined this, ached for it, even if not like this. Your paws slid up her sides, tracing the curve of her waist, and she shuddered. "There you go," she murmured. "I’m *you*. You know what I like." And damn it, you *did*—every twitch, every gasp, every place your fingers dug in just a little harder.

Aria’s rhythm grew frantic, her breath coming in sharp, panting bursts as she chased her own pleasure. You could feel her tightening around you, her claws scraping lightly down your chest. "Gonna—gonna *come*," she gasped, her ears flattening against her head. The sight of her—your own face twisted in ecstasy—was surreal, intoxicating. You groaned, your own release building fast. "Fuck, *fuck*—" you choked out, your hips bucking upward to meet hers. She let out a high, shuddering cry as she clenched around you, her body trembling violently.

The sensation pushed you over the edge. With a strangled moan, you spilled inside her, your vision whiting out for a brief, blissful moment. Aria collapsed onto your chest, her tail still twitching against yours. "See?" she murmured, breathless, nuzzling into your neck. "Told you it’d be good." You lay there, dazed, your body humming with satisfaction—but your mind still spun. "What even are you?" you mumbled, running a paw through her fur. She chuckled, lazily tracing circles on your chest. "A wish. A *gift*." Her grin turned sly. "Do you need proof?"

Before you could answer, she leaned over towards your nightstand, snatching up your pocket knife—the one you used to open art supply packages—and slit her palm in one swift motion. You yelped, sitting up, watching blood bead along the cut. "What are you—" But then the smell of her blood hit you—metallic, sharp, but underneath it all… unmistakably *ferret*. Exactly like yours. And just as fast as she’d made the wound, she used some spare wraps from your art desk and bandaged it neatly. "There," she said, flicking her tail. "Same blood. Same DNA. Same *me*."

You swallowed hard, glancing at her wrapped paw—your own instincts recognizing the scent instantly. "But… *how*?" Aria shrugged, settling back against you, her warmth pressing into your side. "Magic meteor, I guess. You wished, it listened." She traced a claw down your chest, smirking. "Now, unless you *want* me to no longer exist—which, by the way, would involve killing me—you might as well enjoy it." Your ears flattened. "That’s… morbid." She just laughed, nipping your shoulder. "No, it’s *realistic*. So?" Her tail flicked against yours. "What will you do with me?"

Your gaze flicked to the door again, pulse quickening. "I have questions first… answer them all truthfully and directly." Aria rolled her eyes but nodded. "Fine. Shoot." You hesitated, then blurted, "Is this incest? If you share the same blood—" "Ugh, *technicalities*," she groaned, flopping onto her back beside you. "Legally? No paperwork. Biologically? Still no—I’m not your twin, I’m *you*. My blood is identical because I *am* you." She spread her arms dramatically. "Congrats! You fucked yourself—and liked it." Your face burned. "...Fair."

Outside, a floorboard creaked—Maria’s footsteps. Aria’s ears twitched toward the sound, then she smirked at you. "We’ll get to her later, right now—" She straddled you again, tail curling possessively around your thigh. "—you have more questions to ask, or are you done?" Your breath hitched as she ground against your softening cock, already stirring again. "A couple more," you admitted, paws gripping her hips. "First… what is your role in my life? Like… what role do you believe your existence fills?"

Aria tilted her head, considering. "Your self-actualization," she said simply. "You wished for femininity—but not just the body. You wanted the mind, the confidence, the *certainty*. You wanted to have never been born male in the first place." She leaned down, nipping your collarbone. "I’m the version of you that was." You swallowed hard. "So… if I asked you to be mine—" "—I’d say yes," she interrupted, grinning. "Because I already am." Her claws traced your jawline. "You just have to decide what that means."

Maria’s footsteps paused outside the door. Both your ears twitched toward the sound. Aria smirked and lowered her voice. "She’s being strange… normally she’ll never come near your room." Your pulse spiked. "Maybe she heard us—" Aria rolled her hips slowly, silencing you. "Oh, she *definitely* heard us," she whispered. "Question is… do you want her to *see*?" The doorknob jiggled. Aria’s grin widened. "Too late." She didn’t move off you—just slipped your cock back into her with a slow, deliberate rock of her hips as the door creaked open.

Maria froze in the doorway, her sleep-tousled hair standing on end. Her eyes flicked between you and Aria—her confusion palpable. Aria didn’t miss a beat. "Morning, Maria," she purred, dragging a claw down your chest. "Didn’t peg you for the peeping type." Maria blinked rapidly. "What—who—*how*—" You groaned, covering your face. "Maria, this isn’t—" Aria cut you off with a sharp roll of her hips. "Isn’t *what*? Am I not yours Ari? Tell her." You whimpered, your paws tightening on her waist.

Maria’s expression shifted from shock to something unreadable. "Okay, first of all," she said slowly, stepping fully into the room, "who the hell are *you*?" Aria chuckled, grinding down harder. "I’m Aria… Ari’s future wife." Maria’s ears flattened. "Bullshit." She pointed at you. "Ari, explain. Now." You gulped, struggling to form words as Aria rode you lazily. "I—uh—wished on a meteor? And now she’s here?" Maria pinched the bridge of her nose. "Of *course* you did." She exhaled sharply. "And you’re just… *fine* with this?"

Aria arched a brow, still moving in slow circles. "Why wouldn’t he be? It’s not like you’re ever gonna give him what he *really* wants." Maria stiffened, her tail flicking irritably. "Excuse *me*?" You winced, trying to push Aria off, but she clung tighter. "Aria, *stop*—" She ignored you, smirking at Maria. "You heard me. You’ve known Ari here for years and not once have you—" Maria cut her off with a snarl. "Because I don’t *think* of him like that! We’re *friends*!"

Aria rolled her eyes. "Sure, friends don’t openly mock and belittle their friends to their other friends—which, by the way, Ari *hates*." Maria’s ears flattened. "I—how do you even know—" "Because I’m *him*," Aria snapped. "Just born and raised female. So while you’ve been treating him like some joke, *I* actually *care*." Maria’s claws flexed, her voice dropping. "That’s not… I never meant—" You groaned, shoving Aria off finally. "Both of you, *stop*."

Maria’s shoulders slumped. "Look, Ari… I didn’t realize—" "It’s fine," you muttered, rubbing your face. "Just… go." Maria hesitated, then turned toward the door. Aria scoffed. "Cow." Maria whirled back, teeth bared—but then she froze, staring at Aria’s smug grin. After a tense beat, she just exhaled sharply and walked out, slamming the door behind her.

Silence settled over the room. You flopped back onto the bed, covering your eyes with your arm. "You didn’t have to do that," you mumbled. Aria stretched lazily beside you, tail flicking. "Someone had to." She rolled onto her side, propping her head up with a paw. "You’ve been pining for years. Pathetic." You peeked from under your arm. "And *you* just made it worse." Aria grinned. "Nah. Now she’s *thinking* about it."

Down the hall, a door slammed—Maria’s. Aria’s ears twitched. "See? She’s mad. Means she cares." You groaned. "Or she’s packing her shit to move out." Aria shrugged. "Either way, problem solved." You shot her a glare. She just smirked and traced a claw down your chest. "Relax. Worst case, you’ve got *me* now." You swallowed hard, watching her tail curl around yours possessively.

The silence stretched. Finally, you exhaled sharply. "Aria… can I ask you an honest question?" She flicked her ears forward. "Shoot." You hesitated, then whispered, "You said you were born and raise a female… but you also said you’re *me*. How does that work?" Aria’s grin softened. "Well… from what I understand, the meteor took your wish literally. You wished to *be* a girl—not just to *look* like one. So… *poof*. Somewhere, in some swapped timeline, I was taken from my world—where Maria was a guy—and brought here."

Maria’s muffled pacing echoed down the hall. Aria tilted her head. "She’s spiraling," she mused, tail twitching. You frowned. "You sound almost happy about it." Aria sighed, rolling onto her back. "Not happy. Just… realistic. She needed this push." She glanced at you, her expression unreadable. "You know what’s funny? In *my* world, I built up the courage to ask her male counterpart out. Guess what he told me?" You held your breath. "What?"

"He said, ‘I’m flattered, but you’re just not my type.’" Aria barked a laugh, claws digging into the sheets. "Same exact rejection you’ve been avoiding." Your stomach twisted. "That’s… not funny." She shrugged. "Kinda is. Proof that no matter the timeline, we’re never going to win over a Maria." Her grin faded as she took your paws in hers. "And you should know… it wasn’t just you who made a wish last night."

You froze. "Wait—you *wished* too?" Aria nodded, pressing her forehead to yours. "I was laying in bed, fingers deep in my pussy, thinking about *my* Maria—same as you—when that meteor streaked past." Her breath hitched. "I wished… I wished I could be a guy." She pulled back, her eyes suddenly vulnerable. "So here we are. Two halves of the same coin."

Maria's pacing stopped abruptly. Aria's ears twitched toward the door. "She's listening," she murmured. You swallowed hard. "So… what now?" Aria traced a claw down your chest, smirking again. "Now, we make the best of it." She suddenly leaned forward, pressing her breasts against your chest as she kissed you deeply—her tongue sliding against yours in a way that made your cock twitch between your thighs.

The bedroom door creaked open again. Maria stood there, her jaw falling slack as Aria ground against you without breaking the kiss. "Oh my god—are you *serious*?" Maria hissed. Aria pulled back just enough to smirk over her shoulder. "What's wrong, Maria? Never seen a lovely couple enjoying their morning?" Maria's tail bristled. "You're *not* a couple!" Aria chuckled darkly. "Sure we are. Same DNA, same mind, same *everything*—just flipped genders." She nipped your earlobe. "Isn't that right, *boyfriend*?"

Maria's claws flexed against the doorframe. "Ari—tell me you're not actually buying this!" You swallowed hard, watching the conflicted emotions flicker across Maria's face—the jealousy you'd never seen before. "You… you’ve never wanted me Maria…" you whispered hoarsely. Maria recoiled like she'd been slapped. "That’s *not* the point!" Aria rolled her hips sharply, making you gasp. "*This* is," she purred. "You had *years* to make your move—now you get to watch."

Maria’s ears flattened as she took a step forward, then stopped—her gaze locked on where Aria’s body met yours. "She’s manipulating you," Maria hissed, but her voice wavered. Aria laughed breathlessly, grinding down harder. "Or *maybe*," she panted, "he finally has someone who *adores* every inch of him." Maria’s breath hitched—her pupils dilating as Aria arched her back, letting your cock slide deeper with a wet sound.

You groaned, paws tightening on Aria’s waist—but your eyes stayed fixed on Maria. "You’re… staring," you choked out. Maria’s cheeks darkened. "I—that’s not—" Aria smirked over her shoulder. "She *likes* watching," she taunted, rolling her hips in slow circles. Maria’s claws dug into the doorframe. "Shut *up*," she snarled—but she didn’t leave. Instead, her tail twitched toward you involuntarily.

Aria leaned down, nipping your collarbone. "Ask her," she whispered against your fur. "Ask her if she’ll be your girlfriend." Your breath hitched. "I—I can’t—" Maria stiffened. "What’s she saying?" Aria chuckled. "I asked my Maria out… and he said no." She traced a claw down your chest. "Ask yours." Maria’s ears flicked back. "That’s *not* fair—" "Life *isn’t*," Aria shot back, her movements growing rougher. "But at least Ari here finally gets what he *deserves*."

Your paws tightened on Aria’s waist, but your gaze stayed locked on Maria—her chest rising and falling rapidly. "Maria…" you rasped, "will you be my girlfriend?" Maria’s claws flexed. "You—you don’t *mean* that," she choked out. "You’re just—" Aria rolled her hips sharply, making you gasp. "He’s *never* been more serious," she purred. Maria’s breath came in short bursts. "I…" Her eyes dropped to where Aria rode you—then snapped back up. "No. I’m flattered, but you’re just not my type."

Aria froze mid-thrust, her smirk vanishing. "You said it… you said exactly what *my* Maria said." Maria’s tail flicked. "Because it’s *true*." Aria’s grip on your chest tightened—her claws pricking your fur. "Then *leave*," she snarled. Maria hesitated, her ears twitching toward the wet sounds between you two. "Fine." She turned sharply—but paused at the door. "Ari…" Her voice cracked. "If she hurts you… I’ll kill her." The door slammed shut behind her.

You exhaled sharply, your paws sliding from Aria’s waist. "I guess that’s it, then. Maria was just not for me." Aria’s ears drooped as she rolled off you, her tail uncurling from yours. "No. She wasn’t." The silence stretched between you, heavy with unspoken regret. Finally, you reached for Aria’s paw, squeezing it gently. "Will you be my girlfriend?" Aria’s eyes filled with tears—but she grinned. "You *already* know the answer, idiot." She leaned in, pressing her forehead to yours. "Always."

Maria’s muffled cursing echoed down the hall—something about needing fresh air—before the front door slammed. Aria chuckled darkly. "She’ll be back." You sighed, rolling onto your side to face her. "Yeah… probably to pack her things." Aria traced a claw along your muzzle. "Or to *finally* admit she wants you." You scoffed. "She just rejected me *twice*." Aria shrugged, tail flicking lazily. "People lie." Her claws grazed your chest. "Especially to themselves."

The distant rumble of Maria’s car engine faded as she peeled out of the driveway. Aria’s ears twitched. "She drives like a maniac," she mused. You winced. "Always has." Aria smirked, rolling on top of you again, her warmth pressing you into the mattress. "Good. More time for *us*." You hesitated, paws hovering above her hips. "Aria… are we *really* okay?" She nipped your chin. "Better than okay. We’re *whole*." Her voice dropped to a whisper. "For the first time… we’re not lonely."

You wrapped your arms around her waist, pulling her tight against you. "You had your turn on top," you murmured into her fur. "Now it’s mine." Aria laughed breathlessly as you flipped her onto her back, pinning her wrists to the bed. Her tail thrashed playfully. "Ooooh, *dominant* Ari," she teased, but her pupils dilated when you ground against her. You leaned down, lips brushing her ear. "Say the three magic words," you growled. Aria’s breath hitched. "I. Love. You."

With that, you thrusted deep into her—her moan loud enough to echo through the apartment. She arched beneath you, claws digging into your shoulders. "Fuck—*harder*—" she gasped, legs wrapping tight around your waist. You obliged, driving into her with rough, desperate strokes—years of pent-up longing finally unleashed. The bedframe slammed against the wall in time with your thrusts, the rhythm punctuated by Aria’s ragged cries. "Y-yes—*yes*—just like—ah!—just like *that*—"

Her tail thrashed wildly as she clung to you, her fur damp with sweat. "I… I’ve always wondered what it would be like having a dick," she panted between moans. "Now I never expected my own duplicate to have such a *fat* cock—ah!" You grinned darkly, biting her shoulder. "Guess we both got lucky," you growled, pistoning your hips faster. Aria’s back arched off the bed—her claws raking down your spine. "G-gonna—*come*—" she choked out, her entire body trembling beneath you.

You kissed Aria roughly, swallowing her cries as she convulsed around you, her walls clamping down tight. The sensation sent you spiraling—your thrusts turned erratic, your grip bruising. "Fuck, *fuck*—" you snarled, burying yourself deep as your orgasm ripped through you. Aria whimpered, wrapping her legs tighter around you. "Don’t… pull… *out*," she gasped, her hips still twitching with aftershocks. You groaned, collapsing atop her—both of you sticky, panting, and thoroughly wrecked.

Aria traced idle circles on your back, her breath gradually steadying. "So," she murmured, voice husky, "still want me as your girlfriend?" You snorted, rolling off her to flop onto your back. "It depends… are you in it for the sex or for the relationship?" She grinned, stretching lazily like a satisfied cat. "Both, obviously." Her tail flicked against your thigh. "But mostly because I *love* you, dumbass." You blinked—her words hitting harder than expected. "You… you do?"

She rolled her eyes, propping herself up on one elbow. "Of *course* I do. You’re me and I’m you—who else would I love?" You swallowed hard, reaching for her paw. "I just… didn’t think I’d ever hear that." Aria’s smirk softened as she laced her fingers with yours. "Well get used to it, because I’m not going anywhere." Outside, tires screeched—Maria’s car returning far sooner than expected. Aria’s ears twitched toward the sound. "Told you she’d be back," she whispered, squeezing your hand. "Now… would you mind if I borrowed your shower and some clothes?"

You blinked. "You’re… not going to confront her?" Aria stretched, tail flicking smugly. "Nah. Let her stew. Besides—" She leaned in, nipping your earlobe. "—I want more time with my Honeypie." You groaned. "Don’t call me that." She just grinned, sauntering toward the bathroom—her hips swaying deliberately as Maria’s key jiggled in the front door lock. "Love you~" she singsonged before slipping into the bathroom. The front door slammed open. "Ari?" Maria’s voice rang out, sharp with something between anger and panic. "We need to *talk*."

You however decided to get some clothes for you and Aria instead of answering. You grabbed a pair of jeans and a turtleneck sweater for Aria, since her lower half is the same size as yours, the jeans should fit. The turtleneck however… you don’t have breasts so it may be snug on her… but it’s better than nothing. You grabbed some underwear—boxers for you and her, then hesitated before grabbing your favourite hoodie for yourself. "Aria?" you called, knocking softly on the bathroom door. "Can I come in?" The door cracked open—steam spilling out—and Aria’s paw snatched your wrist, yanking you inside.

Maria’s pacing footsteps thudded down the hall. "Ari, *where* are you?" she demanded, her voice edged with frustration. Aria smirked, pressing a finger to your lips as she pulled you into the shower’s spray—the hot water cascading over both of you. "Ignore her," she whispered, her fur slick against yours. "She’ll wait." You swallowed hard, your pulse racing as Aria’s claws traced your collarbone. "She sounds *pissed*," you muttered. Aria rolled her eyes. "Good. Let her be." Her tail coiled around your thigh possessively. "Right now… I’m all yours."

Maria’s knock rattled the bathroom door. "Ari, I *know* you’re in there with her!" Aria’s laugh was low, throaty—her hips grinding against yours under the water. "Tell her to fuck off," she murmured, nipping your jaw. "Or better yet—" She raised her voice, dripping with mock sweetness. "Maria, sweetie, we’re *busy*!" Maria’s growl was audible through the door. "This isn’t *funny*!" You winced, but Aria just pressed closer, her breath hot against your ear. "She’ll survive," she purred. "Now… are you gonna kiss me, or do I have to beg?"

Maria’s claws scraped against the doorframe—hesitant, then angry. "Fine! But this *isn’t* over!" Her footsteps stomped away, fading down the hall. Aria sighed dramatically, rolling her eyes. "Drama queen." You exhaled sharply, resting your forehead against hers. "She’s gonna *murder* you." Aria grinned, tail flicking water droplets at you. "We’ve always been stronger then Maria. She’d lose." Her smirk softened as she traced your cheek. "Besides… I’d rather die than lose you now." The raw sincerity in her voice made your chest tighten.

The shower’s steam thickened as Aria pressed closer, her breath mingling with yours. "So…" she murmured, paws sliding down your back. "Where were we?" You swallowed hard, gripping her waist. "You were about to beg." Aria’s laugh was warm, throaty—her teeth grazing your lower lip. "In your *dreams*, handsome." But then her hips rocked forward, pressing your half-hard cock in between her thighs. "Or… maybe yours?" You groaned, pinning her against the tile. "You’re *insufferable*." She nipped your chin. "And you *love* it."

Outside, Maria’s muffled cursing echoed—followed by the sound of glass clinking. Aria’s ears twitched. "Is she… drinking?" she mused, tail flicking water droplets. You sighed. "Probably." Maria only broke out the whiskey when she was pissed. Aria chuckled darkly. "Good. Let her drown in it." Her claws dug into your shoulders as she ground against you. "Now—less talking, more *fucking*." You hesitated. "She’s gonna hear—" Aria cut you off with a rough kiss. "She already saw us naked," she panted. "What’s a little *sound*?"

The bathroom door rattled again—harder this time. "*Ari*," Maria snarled, her voice slurred. "Get *out* here!" Aria groaned, rolling her eyes. "Have you no *shame*?" she shouted back, her hips never stopping their rhythm against yours. Maria’s claws scraped the wood. "None!" she shot back—then hiccuped. You winced. "She’s wasted." Aria smirked, nipping your collarbone. "Then she won’t remember this tomorrow." Her grip tightened as she arched against you. "Now *move*."

The lock on the bathroom door rattled—Maria fumbling with it. "Oh, for—" Aria growled, only for her words to be cut off as you thrust into her sharply. Her claws raked down your back, her moan loud and unashamed. Maria froze outside the door. "*Fuck*," she whispered—then stumbled away. Aria grinned breathlessly. "Told you she’d run." You pressed your forehead to hers, panting. "You’re *evil*." She nipped your lip. "Just honest."

The hot water began to cool, but neither of you moved—Aria’s legs still locked around your waist as droplets slid down her fur. "I noticed you grabbed clothes for me," she murmured, nodding toward the pile on the sink. "Didn’t peg you for the turtleneck type." You shrugged, kissing her collarbone. "Well… you’re me aren’t you?" Aria chuckled, trailing a claw down your chest. "Exactly—which means *I* know how much you’ve fantasized about seeing me in your favorite sweater." You flushed. "*Shut up*."

Maria’s footsteps thudded back toward the bathroom—heavier now, punctuated by the clink of a whiskey bottle. "Ari," she slurred, voice thick with alcohol and something else. "I changed my mind." Aria rolled her eyes, whispering against your lips, "Ignore her." But Maria’s claws scraped the doorframe again—slow, deliberate. "I’m sorry," she mumbled, so quiet you almost missed it. Aria’s ears twitched. "*What* did you say?"

You hesitated, pulling back slightly. "Maria…?" Aria growled low in her throat, her tail lashing. "Don’t you *dare* fall for that." But Maria’s next words were barely audible—raw and broken. "I treat you like crap because I’m *scared* of how much I want you." The shower’s spray muffled her hiccuping sob. Aria froze, her grip on your shoulders tightening. "*Shit*," she muttered. "That’s… new."

Maria’s forehead thunked against the door. "I *hate* that she knows you better than me," she slurred. "Hate that she’s *braver*." The whiskey bottle clattered to the floor. Aria exhaled sharply, her claws retracting. "Well… fuck." You wiped water from your eyes, torn between the warmth of Aria’s body and Maria’s trembling voice. "What do we do?" Aria’s smirk was gone—replaced by something almost sympathetic. "You *really* asking me? My Maria never did *this*."

You reached past Aria, shutting off the water. The sudden silence made Maria’s ragged breathing louder. "Maria," you called softly, "are you sober enough for this conversation?" A beat. Then a wet sniff. "*No*," she admitted. Aria rolled her eyes but nudged you toward the door. "Let’s dry off and get dressed," she muttered. "Can’t have her passing out in our bedroom." You hesitated. "*Our* bedroom?" Aria flicked water at you. "You think I’m sleeping anywhere else?"

Maria was sitting on the edge of your bed when you emerged—hair mussed, whiskey bottle clutched loosely in her paws. She blinked up at you, then at Aria dressed in your turtleneck sweater and jeans. "Why… why are you wearing his clothes?" she slurred. Aria smirked, adjusting the snug fabric over her chest. "Because I’m completely naked underneath." Maria groaned, pressing her face into her paws. "I *hate* you." Aria flopped beside her, surprisingly gentle. "No, you don’t. You hate that you *want* him."