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The music from the party was muffled on the other side of the closet door. Surrounded by coats, boxes, and the faint scent of cedar, Owen and Claire sat in the cramped darkness.

Claire twisted the tip of her long pink tail between her fingers, staring at the floor.

“Hey, I’m sorry,” she said, forcing an awkward smile.

“What are you sorry for?” Owen asked, trying to hide his discomfort.

“I saw your face when the bottle pointed at me,” Claire said. “Let me guess—you were hoping it would land on Victoria?”

Owen let out a small, nervous laugh. “Actually, it wasn’t Victoria.”

“No?” Claire asked, skeptical, turning to face him. Owen shivered under her yellow eyes, which seemed to glow in the dark.

“To be honest, I was hoping it would land on Emma. I just didn’t spin the bottle hard enough, I guess.”

“Wow. I definitely wasn’t expecting that,” Claire said. “Everyone seems to be after Victoria. You know, because of ‘those.’” She gestured in a way that could only mean Victoria’s enormous breasts.

“I’m not going to deny she’s attractive,” Owen admitted, “but Emma has other qualities I like. Believe it or not, I’m not the kind of guy who only cares about appearances.”

A brief silence followed as they both stared at the door, waiting for the game’s required two minutes to pass.

“What about you? Why’d you join the game?” Owen asked, trying to break the ice.

“Well… because my friends practically pushed me into it.” Claire gave an amused snort. “They think I need to socialize more, but honestly, I was dying of embarrassment. Girls like me, with so many mutations, usually avoid putting themselves on display like this.”

In the dim light, Owen discreetly studied her: the pink skin, the four long, elegant arms that looked almost elastic, the face where human features met something feline and arresting. Behind her, a silky tail swayed with nervous energy. And on her chest, four breasts that had very little to envy Victoria’s.

“You mean because of your mutations?” Owen asked, then immediately winced at how clumsy the question sounded.

“An extra finger, elf ears, that sort of thing—people find that interesting. But once you start piling on extra parts, you become a little intimidating. To put it mildly.”

“I don’t think that’s really true,” Owen said.

“Come on, Owen. You can be honest. A lot of people find me a little repulsive.”

“Well, I can’t speak for everyone,” he replied, “but I don’t find you repulsive.”

“Thank you.” Claire still didn’t look entirely convinced, but she wanted to believe him.

With less than a minute left, Claire tilted her head.

“Can I ask you a slightly uncomfortable question?”

“Yeah, of course,” Owen said.

“If my appearance really doesn’t bother you… would you mind if we at least tried kissing? Just so we don’t walk out of here and tell everyone we wasted our two minutes.”

Owen hesitated for only a few seconds. He’d already told Claire he wasn’t bothered, and he’d look like an idiot if he left the closet without even attempting anything.

“I wouldn’t mind. Let’s do it.”

Claire moved closer, taking the lead. The cramped space now felt almost nonexistent. Owen pressed his back against the closet wall as Claire settled into his lap. She laid a hand on his shoulder.

“Are you sure?” she asked with a faint purr.

“S-sure,” Owen managed, thrown by her forwardness.

She smiled, then wrapped all four arms around him like tentacles, pulling him into a deep kiss. Owen felt two tongues tangling with his, a sweet, heady scent flooding his senses. Her arms tightened, and she began to roll her hips gently, sending a familiar jolt straight through his groin.

Fuck, this feels so… good, Owen thought, losing himself. If she keeps this up, I think she’s going to make me come.

A sharp knock on the door shattered the moment.

“Time! Come on, you two—next couple’s turn!”

Claire pulled back, leaving Owen teetering on the edge. She smoothed her hair as best she could, then helped him to his feet.

“Well,” Claire said, “that’s that. Nice, don’t you think?”

“Y-yeah… definitely good,” Owen managed, still catching his breath.

They opened the door to curious, laughing stares. Claire slipped back to her friends, who shot Owen knowing looks and wrapped their arms around her.

Owen leaned against the wall, breathing deeply, trying to cool down. He was so focused that he didn’t even notice Emma heading into the closet for the next turn.

“So?” one of his friends asked, coming over. “Did you actually kiss Claire?”

Owen took a moment. “Yeah. Yeah, I did.”

“Wow. I’ve never kissed a mutant like her. What was it like?”

Owen looked across the room at Claire, laughing with her friends. “It was… better than I expected.”

“Well, you look like she sucked the life out of you.” His friend raised an eyebrow.

“I don’t think you’re entirely wrong,” Owen said, straightening up. “I need to sit down.”

For the rest of the party, Owen barely paid attention to anything—not the games, not the music, not even Emma. His gaze kept drifting back toward Claire.

Fuck, what happened to me? he wondered, trying to order his thoughts.

He went to the kitchen for a drink. When he returned a few minutes later, Claire was gone—she’d left with her friends. A strange disappointment settled in his chest. He decided to leave too, said goodbye, and started walking home, hoping the cool night air would clear his head.

There’s no way a kiss that lasted a few seconds left me like this, he complained internally. I’m acting like a damn kid who just had his first kiss.

At home, he went straight to his room. The arousal still hadn’t faded. It took a cold shower and a bit of “self-pleasure” before he finally began to come down from that intoxicating high.

Owen collapsed onto his bed, exhausted, dark circles already forming under his eyes, wondering how he was going to face the next day on campus—and what he’d do if he ran into Claire again.