I remember it pretty clearly actually: I had told him that we live in a studio apartment outside a major city and the street we live on is pretty busy... The first thing he asked me was to find a pair of panties that I didnt like so much and put them on. I was pretty confused at first but when I replied, all he said was, Ill wait. For whatever reason I complied. I went into my drawer and got a pair of hideous lime green and pink panties that my mom gave me and I put them on. Then I put my sweat. Which means marriage too. We're dead serious. We know this like super new, but still, this happened. I didn't ask to fall in love with him. It just happened. We're sorry, but I think this question is gonna come up sooner or later, can you accept us?” I asked. “You want me to accept this brand new thing as if it's gonna be like this forever?” Michelle asked. We weren't sure what to say to that honestly. I mean that really hit the emotional spot. This wasn't minor like a single kiss, this was. No one saw what they did… but they did see something particularly occasional in sport fencing: both lights on the scoring table had went off, signaling that they had just hit each other simultaneously. Hitting each other simultaneously in epee meant that both points counted, so the final score was a draw of 5-5. There was exhilaration in the crowd, some from disappointment, some of surprise, either way nonetheless; they let out an applause that echoed throughout the hall. Eric could not believe. As I walked in the door, a poodle came darting out. She bumped into me and gave me a tight apologetic hug. “I’m so sorry,” she said. “You look gorgeous!” “Thanks. You too, Pixie,” I replied, looking at her name tag before she rushed off. I looked around. There must have been about 50 furries inside the smallish barroom. A mahogany bar counter ran lengthwise on one side. There were about 15 wood and metal barstools in front of it, all occupied by a variety of creatures, and a large wall unit,.