"Tell me what you think of Anthropomorphics in human society", she asks.
"What", I questioned.
She removes her hand from my shoulder and walks over to her couch, beckoning me to sit next to her. It's hard to resist her invitation. "Only recently were selected Anthros like me allowed to be admitted into human society, and never was one allowed a job as a teacher until me. I want to know, what do you think of my being in human society", she asks placing a hand on my thigh. The warmth and pressure of her hand feels good on my leg, even the tiny claws inching out of her fingers as she grips.
I think for a moment, "Well, I've never really thought about it much", I say. She inches closer and I use all of my self control not to look down at the cleavage beneath the open top of her white button up blouse. "I grew up knowing they existed, unlike my parents, but I never understood why. I mean, Anthros are just as smart as humans, I thought, and have never really been violent to humans. I think it's great that some of them are finally coming to our society", I say.
Ms. Panthera smiles happily at hearing this. Her toothy grin is oddly not unsettling, even though it is very catlike. "I'm glad you feel that way", she says with her eyes looking down nervously.
"And if your wondering, I know I'm not alone in thinking like that. Most everyone I know feels that way, too", I say.
"That's nice to hear, but I was more interested in knowing how you felt about it", she says as she gets up from the couch and walks over to her kitchen.
"What do you mean", I ask.
The panther woman smiles as she walks behind her counter, "Well...I was curious", she says cautiously. "You seemed like you would be someone welcoming to new things."
I think for a moment about what she said, unsure what she means by that. Is she trying to divert the conversation? I get up from the couch and walk a bit closer to the counter between me and her. "Why were Anthros kept out of human society for so long, Ms. Panthera?"
"Oh, well if you must know", she says as she reaches up above her to get something out of a tall cabinet. She is still facing me so I get an unbelievable view of her thrusting her chest out at me in that thin white blouse. The fabric stretches on her breasts to the point of tearing. "I believe the main concern was actually interbreeding between the species, but no one had the gall to say it out loud so they finally began trickling us in." She brings down a glass from the cabinet and looks back at me, "Something wrong, your face is awfully red?"
It's at this moment I realize how flushed my cheeks are after staring at my teacher's amazing rack. Despite being covered in fur, they're spectacular. "Oh, no just a little warm I guess." I laugh nervously trying to play off my arousal. She shrugs and turns towards her fridge behind her. "So why is it you asked me to come here, it wasn't just to ask me questions I'm guessing?"
She opens up her fridge and bends down to grab something on the bottom shelf. Her tail sticks up in the air and her heart shaped rear sways side to side. Her skirt can barely contain her. "Well, I suppose it was to just ask you a few questions and a few other things", she says. She walks back over to the counter with a soda in hand, 'Care for one", she asks me.
"Uh...sure", I say.
She reaches back up into the cupboard to retrieve another glass, "Well, Mr. Everett, I wonder would you ever consider an Anthro as a...potential partner", she asks. As she speaks her blouse stretches once again. She inhales and the meager fabric is stretched beyond it's limit. A single button is suddenly launched off of her shirt and flies straight at me. It impacts right between my eyes and with enough force that I stumble. She gasps suddenly, "Tim, are you alright", she asks as she runs around the counter over to me.
"Yeah, I'm fine, I'm alright", I say.
She examines the bruise left by her buttons impact, "I'm so sorry."
"Don't worry, it's alright. I guess that blouse was a little too small", I say gesturing towards Ms. Panthera's bust.
"Oh", she chuckles. "The shirt fits, but I can never find them big enough around my...chest area", she says carefully. Due to her height and the particular button that flew off, I now have a perfect window into her cleavage just above her undershirt beneath her blouse. Her beautiful, silky black coat shines along her breasts as they jiggle while she examines the gap in her blouse. She turns away, "Well, I might as well get rid of this thing. You don't mind do you", she asks as she unbuttons it.
"Uh...", I stammer, "Not at all. Your house, your rules", I say. She chuckles and unbuttons her shirt. Ms. Panthera removes the blouse from her shoulders and is now clad in her thin undershirt and skirt. The thin white straps of her tank top undershirt are a stark contrast to the shiny black fur of her shoulders.
"Well, looks I'll need to sew on another button", she sighs as she tosses the shirt on a nearby chair.
"Maybe a stiffer bra or something could help", I suggest.
She chuckles, "Well, if you must know, I don't wear bras", she says. I give a surprised look, given the perkiness and firmness of her bust it seemed she did. "I always found the clasps to pull on my fur."
"Oh...I see", I say awkwardly.
She kicks off her high heels, "Oh, I was getting you a drink where are my manners", she says.
She walks back over to the fridge and bends over once more, giving you a splendid view of her backside. "So, what was it you were asking me before", I ask.
She turns back around. "Oh-"
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