A Free Hug

>You're stuck in traffic again on your way home from work.
>At least you don't have anywhere else to be right now.
>Sighing, you put the car into park and get ready to turn on your audiobook.
>*Thump*
>What was that!?
>*Thump thump*
>Did someone hit you? But you didn't feel anything...
>Turning around, you hear the sound again, more frantic this time.
>It's coming from behind your back seat... the trunk?
>You unbuckle your safety belt and climb over the center console to the back seat.
>Good thing your hatchback's rear bench folds down.
>Slowly, with great caution, you pull the smaller of the 60/40 split towards you, creating a hole into the trunk...
<"Gaaah!" a light brown-ish blur bursts from the opening, screaming!
>It jumps onto you, scrabbling and clawing its way over your head and onto your passenger seat.
<"Lemme out, lemme out!" it shouts, pounding at your window from the sound of it.
>A bit dazed, you blink slowly and turn around.
>A copper-colored bipedal lizard, about as large as a child, stands upon your passenger seat, facing away and indeed hitting your window.
>It wears a thin white T-shirt and tight shorts, expensive by the looks of them.
>Or at least, they were expensive when first purchased. Both are torn and quite dirty, almost as if they haven't been changed from in a while, and there is a ragged hole torn for the tail.
<"Out! Out!" it squeals, punctuating its strikes with more pounding upon the glass.
>You sit in your backseat, stunned.
>Is this... how? What the hell?
>This isn't real, right?
>Lizards don't talk, or walk around, and the certainly don't show up in the trunk of your car!
>A loud honk from behind startles you.
>The car!
>Ignoring the mysterious lizard for now, you hop over the console and put the car back into drive, moving a car's-length forwards and sticking your middle finger outside the window of course.
>You hear profanity from outside as you roll the driver's window back up, putting the car back into park as well.

>Sighing, you close your eyes and lean back in your seat.
>Too much stress from the day; you're seeing things, hearing things.
>Something tugs on your right hand, hard!
"Ow!" you exclaim, opening your eyes to see...
>It's the lizard again, standing on your console now, right by your shifter.
>Its large green eyes, similar to the greenish patina upon its scales, blink up at you.
>You blink a couple times back, then slap yourself on the cheek for good measure.
>Nope, still there.
>Sniffing, you smell... an unwashed body, the foul, sour scent of untreated body odor.
>You lean in close to the lizard, your nose guiding you.
>Gross!
>Finally you reach forward with your hand again, tentatively.
>It snaps at you like a wild dog!
>You barely pull your hand away in time as its sharp teeth clatter together!
>That's... that's all your senses. You're not dreaming, you're not hallucinating.
>This is real.
<"Let. Me. Out," the lizard declares, finality present in its rather squeaky voice.
"I-I, uh..." you say, finally speaking. "There's a traffic jam, you couldn't get anywhere."
<"Traffic?" it asks, cocking its head curiously.
"Yeah, all the cars? Probably another hour to get through this part of the highway."
<"Car?" it asks again.
>You squint your eyes.
"Yeah, a car. We're in one right now?"
>Now you're confused.
>You can't believe it, you're talking to a lizard thing that was in your trunk and it doesn't know what cars are.
<"Hmm," it hums. "Car... what does car do?"
"It can move quickly, many times faster than running. Or horses?"
>Hopefully it knows what a horse is.
<"Not move fast now..." the lizard says, hopping back to your passenger seat and looking out the window again.
>The window!
>Oh no, you can't let anyone see this!
>What if it's some kind of government experiment, or maybe an alien they're trying to capture?
>You've seen E.T., you know what they do to them.
>Maybe it would be best to call someone... but not until you get some answers.

What do?

22049280
Try to convince them to duck down so the other cars can't see them...do you have anything in the car to keep them covered?
22049917
Tell it to buckle up for its own safety, and as the other anon suggested cover them up. Maybe turn up the AC as an excuse.


>You think quickly.
>Turning up the AC, you reach to the backseat for your jacket.
"Hey, can you sit down?" you ask a bit worriedly.
<"Why?" it asks, turning to you and putting its hands on its hips again.
"Because you're supposed to buckle up when in a car," you explain. "It keeps you safe."
>Taking the seat belt into your hand, you pull it around yourself and click it into the buckle to show what you mean.
>The lizard's eyes go wide and it looks around frantically, finding its own belt on the B-pillar and yanking it down.
>It plops down awkwardly on the dark cloth, its tail making it have to turn to the side slightly, but buckles itself in all the same.
>The lizard takes a deep breath, sighing and seeming to relax a little.
<"There," it says, "now safe."
>You didn't know your comment would have that kind of a reaction!
>This poor thing must be traumatized!
>Your fears of government experimentation grow.
"Uh, here," you say, gesturing with the jacket. "Put this on over you, it's gonna get pretty cold."
>The lizard takes the offered jacket, pulling it around its front and head.
>Mission accomplished!
>Now to find out just what the hell's going on...
"Why were you in my trunk?" you begin.
<"Trunk? Door open, come in to hide," it replies in broken English, its voice slightly muffled from the jacket.
>Door open?
>God dammit, your latch broke again.
>Your piece of shit car's got almost 300,000 miles on it and the latch that keeps the trunk shut has broken twice already.
>Wait, what was that it said?
"Hide?" you ask.
>It pulls the jacket off its head and nods at you, blinking rapidly as it looks up to you.
>Is it... is it trying not to cry?
"What's wrong? Is there someone coming to hurt you?" you ask a bit more gently.
>It continues nodding, more rapidly, bringing its legs up to the jacket and closing the jacket around them, huddling against them in the fetal position.
"...Do you need help?"

<"Help! Yes!" it says, kicking its legs forward and looking up to you, all sadness seemingly forgotten.
"What can I do?" you ask, heart beating quickly.
<"Need place."
"Place? Are you homeless?"
<"No home," it says, confirming.
"Did you run away from home? Is it your parents looking for you?"
<"No! Am adult!" it shouts, voice squeaking in contrast with its statement.
"I'm sure you are," you say.
>Perhaps a bit (okay, more than a bit) of disbelieving condescension showed in your voice as the lizard furrows its brow at you angrily.
<"Am adult!" it repeats. "Have mate with lots!"
>Mating?
>You hadn't thought about it but this lizard is certainly a male or a female.
>Or maybe it's like those weird lizards you remember reading about on Wikipedia that are all female...
>The thought is odd, though, different from having a boy or girl dog, or knowing an elephant at the zoo is female.
>This one talks, and has two arms, two feet, shapely hips...
"What?" you ask, knowing you had missed something.
<"Ask again: human know safe place can stay?"

What do? What ask?

22065908
>what do
Take it home with us, at least for now.
>what ask
Seems like it’s a good time to pop the gender question (personally hoping for male), as well as ask it how it got here. Maybe save that one till we get home, though.
22065933
>>22065908
Oh, and ask its name, of course.
22065938
You have a place to take them. Ask their name and try to ascertain their gender since it's probably rude to bluntly ask it.


>If it's anything like a human it's probably rude to just ask its gender outright.
>They.
>Their gender.
>Think of this big lizard not like an animal but like a person, it pretty much is already.
>Just one with a thick tail as long as your arm...
"Uhm, what's your name?" you ask. "And can you please cover yourself again?"
<"My name Hug," they say, putting the jacket back over their head.
>Hug?
"You want a hug?" you ask.
<"No, is name!" they say, voice pouting as if they've heard this many times before.
"Huh. Well, Hug, I've got a place I can take you that's safe, we've just gotta make it through this traffic jam first."
>Speaking of, the car in front of you is moving!
>You shift back to drive and take your rightful spot behind it before someone tries to cut you off. You were lucky last time.
>Putting your car into park again, you find yourself wishing not for the first time you had one of those new ones with a brake hold.
<"Where place?" Hug asks suspiciously.
"It's my apartment," you say, giving them a quick smile before remembering the lizard can't see you from under the jacket.
<"Apart-a-mint," Hug's muffled voice says, testing the word.
"Sure. Another question, Hug... if you were in my trunk why didn't you let me know before now? I've been on the road for half an hour already."
<"...Fall asleep."
>That answers that.
>You lapse into silence, then, the occasional honking of horns coming through the rumble of engines around you.
>This is why you listen to audiobooks, they're the only things that keep you sane through this commute every day.
>But you suspect that any sounds coming through the speakers may serve to scare the lizard even more, so you won't chance it.
<"What human name?" Hug asks suddenly.

>__

22069929
>What human name?" Hug asks.
Anon
22071508
Anon would probably suffice


"Anon," you tell Hug, an old and respectable name.
<"Ann-non," they say, seeming to taste the words. "Like."
"I like your name too, Hug," you say.
>You turn the AC down, it's plenty cold. You wish you had your jacket yourself now!
>You shiver.
<"Anon... you first I talk, here. What is place? Where am?" Hug's small voice is even smaller than you've heard it before.
"This is New Jersey. Hell on Earth, in other words," you explain.
<"Why so many human? Why no other?" they ask sadly. "No kobold?"
"Kobold? Is that what you are?"
<"Uh-huh," they say.
"Well I've never seen anything that can walk and talk like you besides humans. I guess some of the apes come close though, and dolphins are pretty smart..." you muse.
<"Only human..."
>Muffled sobs ring out from beneath your jacket.
>You move the car forward another spot, then turn to your small, covered... stowaway?
"I'm sorry, is there anything I can do to help? Would you like a hug?" you ask.
>The bundle seems to nod, still crying.
>You unbuckle yourself, reaching over and unbuckling the passenger seat as well.
>With both arms, you lift the lizard up and towards you, the jacket falling away from their head.
>A tear-streaked face is revealed, snout wet with salt and mucus. You didn't know lizards, no, kobolds, could even cry.
>Despite the stench you bring Hug close to your chest in a semblance of a hug.
<"Why not real hug?" they sniffle.
"You reek," you chuckle. "We'll have to wash you off when we get home."
<"Home?" Hug asks, looking up to you, their green eyes wide and hopeful.
>Wait wait wait, this isn't a permanent thing. You just want a safe place to ask questions and probably clean them up, give them a meal.
"My home, my apartment," you correct yourself.
<"...Hug... sleep?" they ask softly.
>You suppose you can deal with the smell for now, so you hug the kobold tighter in response, not letting them go anywhere. It's warmer this way, too.

About an hour later.

"We made it," you tell a sleeping Hug, shaking the kobold gently.
>You're finally home, at your apartment in the suburbs. Somehow the rest of the drive had been calm and comfortable, and you're quite sure it's because of the creature that's been sleeping atop you.
<"Wha?" Hug's head raises sleepily, looking around.
>You parked in an alley behind your apartment, as you normally do. It's a simple townhome, one wall shared with a quite loud but nice family of five.
>You yourself live alone, of course.
"Let's cover you back up, I'll carry you inside," you say gently.
<"Okay..." Hug says, still in a daze from the nap.
>You get out of your car, scooping the covered lizard up in your arms in a princess carry.
>Ignoring how shapely the thighs feel, you lock the car and make your way to your back door.
<"We at to home?" Hug asks softly.
"Shh, wait til we're inside!" you whisper, transferring their weight to one arm as you fish your pocket for your keys.
>Finally!
>You unlock your door and twist the knob, pushing it open.
>The door opens into your small kitchen, as many back doors do.
>Closing it and locking it behind you, you walk over to the living room and flick on the light.
>You like keeping a clean house, even if you don't have company over very often, so your sofa is free of obstructions as you lay your guest atop it.
"Just a minute," you tell them, walking away.
>You go around closing the blinds and curtains on this first floor, making sure the windows are shut and double-checking the front door's locked state before returning to the couch.
>The empty couch.
>Oh no.
>Fuck!
>You didn't hear your front or back doors open so they couldn't have gotten outside, but anywhere else...
>Glass shatters nearby!
>The bathroom!
"I'm coming!" you yell, running to the half-bath on the ground floor.
>The first thing you see inside is Hug sitting on the floor by the toilet, exposed coppery legs pulled up to their chest.
>They have a half-eaten purple disc in their hand.
>The light's off of course, glass scattered around the floor along with a label: Scented Creations.
>They're eating your candle!
<"Smell goods but taste weird," Hug explains, mouth full of purple wax. "Am... sticky."
>They take another bite of it as you watch.

What do?

22354695
Try to help them get the wax out of their teeth and explain that those are for burning not eating. Blow her damn mind by microwaving a burrito.
22357643
Explain that that it's a candle, and not normally for eating. Help clean the wax off, and offer Hug something more substantial, such as a microwaved burrito!
22363277
>>22354695
Second


>You sigh, relaxing a little.
>At least it's just a candle.
>You hate to think what would have happened if you had had antifreeze sitting out somewhere...
>Shuddering, you focus back on the lizard sitting in your half-bathroom. Toilet room, it should be called. There's no bath in sight.
>Glass is everywhere and you don't want to step on it or have them step on it...
"Hug, are you hungry?" you ask.
<"Hungry!" they shout, standing. "Have more better foods?"
>They attempt to take another bite of the wax disc, but you move to stop that, stepping forward and reaching in and taking hold of their arm gently.
>Glass crunches underneath your shoe as you do so.
>It's a good thing you haven't taken them off like you usually would have!
<"What?" Hug asks, eyes wide and mouth gummy.
"That's not food, it's a candle. Just for smelling, nothing else," you say.
<"Is... candle? Candle for light! And pleases let go!" Hug protests.
"I've got another light here," you smile gently, releasing them.
>Reaching up to the switch, you flick on the light. Your LEDs immediately and brightly light the bathroom, making the glass underfoot sparkle.
>The kobold falls backward in shock, legs going into the air!
>You see a flash of camel toe, the very tight black yoga shorts pressing into something that must be quite puffy...
>Their, or rather, her back hits the floor rather hard!
"Are you okay!?" you ask her, stepping forward a little more and crunching some more glass.
<"Wizard house! Hug no want be wizard pet!" she screams, shrinking back from you.
"You're bleeding!" you exclaim, looking at her arm.
>She must have fallen on something! No glass seems to have embedded itself past her copper scales, but it has scraped her a bit, bleeding a few drops or so each.
>If you have to guess, her back's just as bad if not worse.
<"Hug no want be wizard pet!" she yells again.
>Things are deteriorating rather quickly...

What do?

22418547
Turn the light off, kneel down to her level, and assure her you aren't a wizard. Then, inform her of her injury, and Offer to treat it.
22422879
Tell her you arn't a wizard...at least not for a few more years... tell her to be more careful there's a lot of bullshit that can hurt her around here. Assure her you just want to get her some food, and now look after her scrapes. Let her know if she goes it's very dangerous outside and you don't want her to get hurt...alternately tell her she can go but not before she has to eat all these eggs.
22422940
We're no wizard, but why does she not want to be a pet for one? Is it the wizard or pet part she's against? Or both?
22424631
Explain to hug that if you were a wizard wouldn't you have cast a spell by now?


>This isn't good. You need to backtrack a bit before things get out of hand!
>You take a step back onto more glass, crouching down next to her.
"Hug, I'm not a wizard," you begin. "Pure muggle here, no wizard mail ever came to me when I was 11."
>You chuckle a little at the reference but the kobold just seems confused.
>Wait, wrong kind of wizard...
>Of course, fantasy wizards! Like the big hat guy from the game you kept dying on.
>Kobold... you now remember hearing the term a bit ago, when you tried playing a tabletop RPG with a friend for the first time.
>From what you can remember they're a bit like small dragons... and they killed your character. Never played again after that.
>Small dragon?
>You take another close look at Hug.
>Yeah, you suppose she does look dragon-ish, her two scaled horns especially.
>Definitely like the description you remember hearing of the awful little monsters that killed your noble paladin.
>Maybe some nerd geneticist who made her named her after those creatures then, due to the resemblance?
>Or they captured her when she was young (or her parents?) and called her species that?
>You can see the resemblance in look, but in behavior?
>She's no crazy, evil monster. Just a scared, confused girl.
"You aren't gonna be anyone's pet," you say gently. "Besides, if I was a wizard wouldn't I have cast a spell already?"
<"You makes light!" she pants.
"Oh, that? Anyone can do that! It's the switch here," you point at the offender on the wall.
>She seems even more confused now, so you stand up and lean over to flick the light back off.
"See?" you say.
>You flick it off and on a few more times for effect.
<"Magic... light?" Hug asks, eyes wide.
"Not really," you say. "It's electric."
<"Eletrick..." she says reverently, seeming to have forgotten her earlier fear.

>You open your mouth to correct her but dismiss the thought as you look to her scrapes again.
>They're bleeding just a bit more now, some small drops of red running down her arm in between her scales.
>With how dirty she is they're likely to get infected if you let them heal on their own...
"We've gotta get you cleaned up," you say.
<"Eh?" she asks, mouth still very waxy.
"There's glass everywhere, I'm gonna pick you up so you don't step in it alright?"
>She nods, blinking her green eyes a couple of times.
>You reach down and grab her sides, lifting her up with just a little effort and bringing her to your chest. She draws a pained breath between her teeth as you do so.
>Her back definitely looks worse than her arm, white shirt ripped and torn and poked with holes. And a bit bloody as well.
>Her tail got got too, it seems.
>It's not a horror show by any means but it's certainly something you need to look at.
"I'm sorry it hurts, let me get you upstairs so you can wash all this off," you say.
>You walk just a bit out of the bathroom, glass crunching a little.
>Changing your grip to be hugging her around her lower waist with one arm, you feel for and untie your shoes then kick them off.
>Don't wanna spread glass everywhere.
<"Human home have upstairs?" you hear her ask, high voice a bit hard to understand with all the wax in her.
"Yep," you confirm. "Just a couple bedrooms and the full bath."
<"Wash in bath? Bath in house, not outside?"
"That's right," you say.
>Your feet have carried you to the stairs at this point, and you walk up as you continue speaking.
"All I have to do for water is to pull the knobs, they adjust both the flow and the temperature," you explain, not wanting another situation with the light to occur.
<"Eletrick water..." she says, in awe.
>You sigh.
>You'll have to fix that later.
>As for now it's pretty cute...

>You make it up the stairs, your guest only seeming to be in a little pain.
>Honestly, if you were hurt like that yourself you doubt you'd be so nonchalant.
"Alright, here we are," you say, reaching the door to the bathroom.
>It's not latched so you just push it open, flicking the light on. As with before she jumps with a start, eyes beginning to sparkle despite the pain she's in.
<"Wooooow," she says softly.
>This bathroom is definitely larger than the other one, which wouldn't be surprising because this one includes a tub and shower combination. The tub is against the wall by the toilet, with the sink on the other side of it and closer to the door.
>You're quite proud of your shower curtain showing little green men in old-fashioned silver UFOs, the flying saucer kind.
>It's fun.
>Gently, you set her down on the floor rug meant for catching water drips.
>She seems to have stopped actively bleeding, for now, these shallow cuts healing rapidly, but you'll likely be reopening them soon.
"Alright Hug, I'm gonna get the water on and warm, I want you to go ahead and bathe yourself and tell me when you're done, alright?" you ask.
>As you speak you reach behind the mostly-empty curtain to put the plug in the drain.
<"...Human bath," she says after a moment.
"What?" you ask, turning around to look at her.
>She looks up to meet your gaze, green eyes pained but unwavering.
<"Human... Anon help bath?"
>You blink, suddenly all-too-aware of the difference in your genders.
>She was just... you were just holding a girl up against your chest.
>Even with the scales, no, especially with them, you have to admit... she's adorable.
>And quite shapely, especially with her thick tail.
>You gulp.

What do?

22460386
Bathe the 'bold. You need to watch her anyway or she might try eating the soap or flooding the room...
22460506
Lets give our new pet a nice sponge bath.
For her own safety obvious.
22461277
>>22460386
Agreed, it'd be rude not given the trouble she's gotten herself into.
22462164
Considering the trouble Hug got into when left unsupervised, it's probably best to help her bathe. Don't be weird, and keep your libido in check... For now, anyways. While bathing, make small talk. Where did she come from, for example.
22467425
>>22462164
thius


"Alright," you hear yourself say.
>Did you really just..?
>Fine.
>If she wants the help... you'll just have to keep yourself in check.
>Besides, with what she already pulled in just a minute without supervision you are a bit concerned with the potential of her drowning or eating shampoo or something.
>Maybe this would be a good time to ask her some questions too.
>You're definitely not giving yourself excuses.
>As you've been thinking, Hug has raised the hem of her shirt up to her head with her unhurt arm, the injured one staying rather stiffly at her side.
>She has.. not breasts, not really, as there aren't any nipples.
>But there is a little padding, just a hint of soft fat under the coppery scales of her chest.
>You guess they could be considered A-cups. Or AAs? You're not sure.
<"Anon?" she asks meekly.
>She holds her slightly bloody white shirt up over her head, seeming to be unable to get the collar past it.
>You take a deep breath, trying to relax.
>Reaching down, you grab the shirt and help get it up and over her.
>It snags on one of her horns, tearing even more!
>Ugh, you'll have to find her another one...
>You've gotten used to her stench at this point, as the nose does, but another, denser waft of the foul odor reaches you.
>You gag despite your best efforts to hold yourself together.
>Has she been rolling around in the trash!?
>Fuck, you held her for that whole car ride, you must reek as well from the association.
>She smiles widely up at you, not seeming to either know or care.
<"Anon help pants?" she asks. "Hard move arm."
"Okay..." you answer. "How's your back?"
>She turns around.
>Her back is certainly worse than her arm. It doesn't look like the scrapes are bleeding anymore, but bled they had.
>Must still sting a lot.
"Does it hurt?" you ask.
>She nods slowly, looking behind herself to you.
>Behind...
>Her thick tail pokes out of a big hole in the high-waisted yoga shorts.
>Being what they are, they don't exactly leave any curves to the imagination.
"How'd you get these on?" you ask, trying to distract yourself.
<"Poke hole, push tail in. Why matter? Help."
>She lifts her tail, wiggling it and her butt at you to get your attention.
>ho boy
>The wiggling sends more of her awful smell over to you, giving you no choice but to cough.
>Ugh, it's so—she's so weirdly sexy, but she smells so bad...
>Before she can do much more you slowly reach down to the top of her shorts, hooking your fingers over their waistband.
>You pull them down, slowly, and she lowers her tail for you to be able to do so more easily.
>The yoga shorts pull down fairly easily, stretchy as they are, but it does become difficult to pull past the midway point of her tail.
>You have no choice but to grab around the base of her tail and pull the rest of its length free from its spandex constriction.
>Once it's freed you can pull the stretchy shorts down much more easily, getting them down her strange digitigrade legs.
>You let her step out of them, trying to avoid any staring on your part.
>It's very tough.
>Kobold pussy... you really, really want to see what it's like.
>But this is a medical issue, so out of respect you keep your gaze away.
"I'll get the bath water ready," you say, turning back to the comfortable vision of the knobs.
>You turn the hot and a little of the cold, causing very warm water to begin to fill the tub. Steam starts to fill the room with a pleasant warmth, fogging up the mirror.
>Hug climbs into the tub, sitting down near its back and looking up to you.
<"Water... good. Thanks, Anon," she sighs comfortably.
>She leans back, putting her arms against the sides of the tub.
>You let the water fill a bit more, coming up to the top of her collarbone before you turn it off.
<"Ahh," she sighs. She opens her green eyes, peering up at you. "Why Anon not come in?"
"Uh, what?"
<"Anon smelly too, come get clean in bath?" she asks.
>So she knows she smells.
>Does she... does she really want you to join her?

What do?

22493662
Strip down, and try to conceal your (possibly erect) dong. Get in there and wash her back!
22498019
>>22493662
This, it would be rude not to, and besides, you probably also need a bath as well at this point.
22498974
>Can't decide whether to get in or bathe her in the tub like a dog or some other pet.
>Want them both

It's a small tub for two. Tell her to stay still and start scrubbing her clean. Then get in the tub and tell her wash our back in turn. She can then hop out to dry and we'll wash rest ourselves.
22500169
Politely decline, as it'll be easier to wash her from outside the tub. Besides, she's smaller than us, and has recently been injured; better safe than sorry. Divert the conversation to asking her about herself, where she came from, and how she ended up in our trunk?
22500511
Go in there and help each other clean those hard to reach places.
22507405
>>22493662
That might not be a big deal with kobolds. She doesn't seem to shy away from being nude, we shouldn't either.


>A flurry of possibilities fly through your head.
>Should you just do it? Strip and get in, damn the consequences?
>The awful smell has killed your half-boner, thankfully, so you should just be able to get clean without any awkwardness.
>On the other hand, that does require a few assumptions.
>If you sit outside the tub and wash her like a pet or a kid you'll be able to completely avoid any of that.
>Maybe you could get in afterward so she could help scrub your back as well.
>You do need to get clean after all.
>Could also just refuse and help clean her, then shower yourself quickly afterward.
>No, that won't work, you really shouldn't leave her unattended for any length of time right now.
>She seems pretty unconcerned with her nudity... maybe that's normal for her kind?
>You want her to feel comfortable and safe so she won't try running away or anything, so maybe...
>Fuck it.
>You unbutton your grey shirt, then pull it and your undershirt off.
>Your belly is flat; you don't quite have "abs" but you do try to keep up at the gym.
>Gotta do something to stay active when you work a desk job.
>Out of the corner of your eye you see her staring right at you as you begin to remove your pants.
>She seems curious more than anything else.
>You turn away so hopefully all she'll see is your butt, then quickly pull and then kick your pants and underwear off.
>Holding your hands over your crotch, you sit on the edge of the tub by the back.
"Can you scoot up?" you ask. She's in the center of the tub so there's not enough room for you as well.
>She moves towards the spigot, her gaze leaving you.
>Perfect!
>As she's distracted you slip into the hot steamy water behind her, still cupping yourself.
>She turns around but you were too quick, and she can't see a thing now.
>You yourself only see the rippling refraction of her in the water, unable to make out any real details.
>It's fine.
<"How Anon take bath?" she asks.
"I don't, usually," you answer truthfully. "I take a shower."
<"Shower?"
"Yeah, look up above you. Do you see that pipe with the head on it coming out of the wall?"
>She looks up, then back at you, nodding.
"Water can come out of there too. It's a bit like, uh, cleaning yourself in the rain I guess."
<"Oh!" she exclaims, seeming to understand.
"Wish I had some bubble bath..." you mutter to yourself, grabbing a washcloth and your favorite body wash.
>You squirt a large amount of the fluid onto your washcloth, then cap it and turn back to the kobold.
"Let me clean up your back and your arm, alright?" you ask, gesturing with the cloth.
<"Okays," she answers in a high voice, turning around and presenting her back to you.
>You slowly bring the cloth to her and start scrubbing the blood off of her small back, mindful not to get too close to her tail.
>Easy, relax. You're just washing.
>Just get yourself back on track; maybe you could ask her the questions you'd thought of earlier?
"So, Hug," you begin. "Where are you from?"
<"Hug from big kobold... um, town. Lots there, was tight."
>Your mind drifts to something else that's tight.
>Shit, stop!
>Bad Anon!
>Clearing your throat, you switch to scrubbing her arm.
"I've never seen a kobold before," you explain, not mentioning you only ever thought they were made-up. "Where is this town?"
<"Hug... don't know. This all wrong."
>She seems to lose a bit of her perkiness.
"What's wrong?" you ask, getting all the dried blood and grime off her arm.
<"Is... different. Like say, only see human here. Was wizard spell and flash and... poof," she says, making an explosion gesture with her hands. "Now nothing right."
"Wizard spell? Is there magic where you come from?"
>She nods.
<"Is lots magic, kobold not have much though. You no magic?"
"No. Some people think they can do magic but there's no real proof of it."
>You finish with the blood, so you scoot back, job well done.
<"Anon why stop?" she asks, turning her head around again.
"Your cuts are cleaned off," you explain.
<"Anon clean more, am... dirty," she says.
"Yeah, I was wondering about that. Why are you so dirty anyway?"
<"Anon not avoid clean. Start clean then Hug answer," she says with finality.
>Damn, you'd hoped you could distract her.
>You rinse the rag in the water and put more body wash on it, then reach to her other arm.
>Just cleaning the dirt from her, nothing to see here...
>She sighs, feeling the rag on her.
<"Thank Anon. Hug dirty cus live in garbage," she explains.
"You lived in the garbage?"
>You suppose that makes sense with how bad she is.
<"Hug get here, was naked no nothing, scare... trash smelly but hide in before so better than be see. Big trash have lots good food still, find clothes too so was ok live for while. Then trash start move."
"The garbage truck," you guess.
<"Big thing make lots noise, scary... Hug barely get out. Was walk around, see strange human then see... car?"
"My car," you confirm.
<"Big open door, pull down then sleep," she says. "Now here."
>You finish her other arm as she finishes her story.
>She turns around, jutting her barely-there chest at you and looking up into your eyes.
<"Wash front pleases?" she asks.
>Okay, now she's just taking advantage of you.
>Well, maybe in her society they bathe each other?
>You took an anthropology course in university, so you know it's not your place to judge things like that.
"F-fine," you say, looking away a little.
>You start rubbing the soapy cloth on her shoulders and neck.
>Hug closes her eyes in pleasure, sighing.
"So if I have this right, you're saying you appeared here after a wizard cast a spell on you. You haven't spoken to anyone besides me, right?"
>She shakes her head no.
<"Anon... very nice human. Hug still scare, but... not bad now."
"Okay."
>You have no idea what to think of all this.
>Normally you'll never believe such a tale, but the one it's coming from is a literal fantasy creature which makes it hard to discard.
>You hesitate, then move your cloth down to her chest.
>Through the scratchy washcloth you feel the fat of her chest move around with your scrubbing.
>You've touched a few different pairs of breasts before, but never ones this compact. And especially not with a size difference like the two of you have here.
>Your palm can almost cover her whole chest!
>Hug lets out a low moan, almost sounding... Nah.
>You're just thinking into it too much.
"What did you do before you came here?" you ask softly.
<"Wha?" she opens her eyes, blinking.
"What's your job?" you reword the question.
>You try not to linger anywhere, scrubbing her chest and then sides as professionally as you can.
<"Hug normal kobold," she shrugs. "Do lots, mining, making... not best cook but try."
"Then why'd a wizard cast—"
<"Make spell?" she interrupts you. "Was bad wizard, take over kobold town. Hug not want so try stop, now..."
"I understand," you nod.
>You try your hardest to avoid thinking of a certain spot as you give her a few cursory wipes across her belly, then pull the cloth away.
>She sighs.
<"Thank," she says. "Clean leg?" she asks, sticking a foot up and out of the water with a slight splash.
>Her foot is quite small but with four long toes, each with a claw at its end.
>From what you remember, dogs and cats and most other animals really walk on the balls of their feet with their heels in the air.
>If you had a foot fetish this would be quite a challenge, but it's more of an odd curiosity right now.
>Plus they're incredibly dirty and disgusting which is the opposite of arousing for you.
>You nod, squirting more of the wash on the cloth.
>You'll need to buy more soon it seems.
>Gently holding her leg up with one hand, you start scrubbing between her toes with the cloth held in the other.
"Hey, Hug?" you ask after a moment.
<"Eh?" she vocalizes.
"Why're you trusting me so much? You slept in my arms, you let me take you home, you're letting me wash you..."
>You really don't understand it.
>There's nothing special about you.
>You're just Anon.
<"Hug have trust someone," she says. "No choice, can't live trash always. Hug no steal. Anon nice, trust Anon."
>You think you understand now.
>If you were suddenly in a new place, knowing nothing about it, you'd have no choice but to trust the first friendly face you see.
>Otherwise you'd go crazy.
>You clean her in silence, the kobold's sighs of quiet pleasure the only other sound in the room. You finish washing the first foot so you release it, and she helpfully raises her other for you to clean.
"Thanks for letting me help you, Hug," you finally say. "I hope I'm worthy of your trust."
<"Anon not try rape Hug when sleep; is okay," she responds.
"I-I'd never..." you say, a bit shocked as you release her and draw back.
<"Is okay!" she repeats, putting her foot down.
>She leans forwards as you push yourself against the back of the tub, ending up very close to your chest as she looks up into your eyes.
<"Hug know can trust Anon; is good person. Good human. Only try help Hug, no hurt."
>She leans her neck and chin into your chest, no longer smelling of garbage.
>Something stirs between your legs, no longer held back...
>Oh no.

What do?

22512845
Try to focus on cleaning up. Cuddling is fine, but it's easier to do on the couch. Unless, of course, she shows interest in your schlong. When in Rome...
22516100
Pat her on the head and try to keep her looking anywhere but down.
22517662
Briefly wonder if the crafty little creature is aware of what kind of effect she's having on us. Then wonder if the other tales you've heard about them ring true, namely their breeding habits. ...That's not helping.

Pet the bold. She mentioned about not raping her, so before she bumps into our erection and gets wrong (right?) ideas, it might be in order to mention her we're not about to do it now either. If our dick is going to keep this up we can't hide it forever, it's getting bothersome. If she shows interest to it, stop her and save it for later.

Lets wash ourselves, ask how are kobolds treated by other races from where she comes from. Then get out of the dirty water and dry her up. Have we eaten anything yet? Let's get her fed.
22520559
Easy there, loverboy. Ask Hug if she's hungry, then quickly exit the tub, doing your best to hide your growing problem.


>Does she have any idea what kind of response she's getting from you?
>Being this close, having nothing but a thin sheet of water separating your nude bodies...
>Maybe she really is just an innocent but you aren't too sure.
>Either way, you can't let her feel your... growing excitement.
>It's too embarrassing, especially after what you just spoke about. You wouldn't want her to get scared off. Who knows what she'd do, where she'd go.
>Keeping your hips far away from her against the back of the tub, you lean forward into her just a little.
>There, now she won't feel a thing.
>You slowly bring a hand up to the top of her head, rubbing her over her dull copper horns.
>She sighs, closing her green eyes in contentment and leaning her full body weight into you.
>Seems she just wants comforting.
>You wouldn't mind staying like this for a little, but the position you're in is pretty uncomfortable and the dirty bathwater's beginning to get tepid.
>That and your erection.
>So you gently put your hand on her shoulder and push her off of you, causing her to open her eyes and blink up at you.
"Go ahead and get out, there are towels under the sink over there," you tell her, pointing to the cupboard. "I'm gonna finish washing real quick."
<"Anon not want help?" she asks lightly.
"I'm okay. Go ahead before the water gets cold." You can't let her wash you, not if there's a chance she'd figure out your current state.
>Shrugging, she stands up, water dripping all the way down her—aaand you avert your eyes, looking to the wall.
>She must really not have any shame.
>You hear her get out of the tub and open the cupboard, water dripping all the while.
>Quickly, you lather your body wash up and get to work scrubbing your dirtiest spots and anywhere else that got tainted by her stink.
>You'll shampoo later; your hair's fine right now.
>Her dripping fades as presumably, she's drying herself off.
>Good.
<"Towel so soft!" she exclaims.
"Are you decent?" you ask while rinsing yourself off.
<"Yep!" she squeaks.
>Wait...
"Is the towel wrapped around you?" you ask suspiciously.
<"Oh."
>You hear some shuffling and moving of air.
<"Now is," she says.
>That was close.
"Can you get me a towel please?"
>There's a moment of silence, then you feel the cloth press into your back.
"Thanks," you say, reaching behind you and taking it. "May you please turn around?"
<"Why?" she asks.
>You sigh.
"Just look at the door for a little bit."
<"Okays..." she says, sounding like she doesn't understand.
>You stand, hurriedly brushing the water from yourself and then drying your groin and ass.
>If she's not turned around she's probably getting an eyeful, but you trust her to do so.
>At least, you think you do.
>Wrapping the towel about your waist, you tuck it in securely and then turn to her.
>The copper kobold, with a white towel around her chest and waist, is facing the door... and the body-length mirror upon it.
>Why.
>Why did you forget.
>She even took the time to rub some of the fog away, giving her what must be a clear view.
<"What we do now?" she asks as if nothing happened.
"We-we'll..." you take a breath, then sigh. You suppose you'll ignore it as well.
"Are you hungry?"
<"Hug starve!" she yells dramatically, throwing her hands in the air.
"Alright, alright. Let's microwave you a burrito or something then try to find you some clothes."
>She wags her tail at that.

>Back in the kitchen, you pull a small plastic-wrapped packaged out of the freezer.
<"Is food?" she asks, bringing her nose close to give it a smell.
"It's frozen, we've gotta heat it up."
>You take it out of its package and put it on a plate you had gotten down earlier.
>It's a chimichanga, chicken and cheese.
<"Look weird," she remarks.
"Just wait till we heat it up," you say, opening the microwave.
<"Eletrick box!" she exclaims, seeing the machine light up.
>You shake your head, putting the plate in and closing and starting the microwave.
"It's called a microwave. A microwave oven. It's used to heat food quickly, very quickly."
<"Micowaaave," she says, pressing her snout against the plastic door.
"Why don't you go sit down? I'll bring this over when it's done."
<"'Kay!" she says, turning around and going over to your small dining table. Her raised tail wags as she walks, giving you a—nnnope you're not looking!
>Dammit, doesn't she know her towel's hiking up!?
>You're kind of starting to think she's teasing you...
>The microwave beeps, distracting you from your rather lewd thoughts.
>You grab a fork and a paper towel, then open up the microwave and remove the warm plate.
>Hug sits at the dining table, her head barely poking up over it.
>Right, she's tiny.
"Let me get you a pillow," you say, placing everything in on the table in front of her.
<"Smell so goods now!" she yells excitedly, leaning almost into the chimichanga.
"It's very hot!" you warn. "Don't touch it for a bit. Be careful, I'll be right back."
<"Okay!"
>You hurriedly go into the living room and grab a pillow from the sofa. It doesn't take long at all, and you return to the kitchen to find her still there, snuffling the food.
>Good, you almost thought she would run off again.
"Here," you say, proffering the pillow. "Sit on this."
<"Anon help?" she asks, turning her head to look up at you.
>Hmm.
>You suppose with her feet dangling as they are that it's hard for her to lift her butt up.
>Fine.
>You wrap an arm around her and lift her up, sneaking the pillow under her with your other.
>Your hand brushes against her rear in your haste to remove it...
>"Thank!" she says as you lower her. "Now see food more better."
>Damn it all, why can't you avoid situations like this? You keep... Ugh.
>It's really not good when you aren't wearing anything under your towel!
"You're welcome," you say, quickly moving back to the kitchen.
>Adjusting what's under your towel so hopefully it's invisible, you get a couple of glasses of water poured and then join her at the table.
>You put her glass in front of her, and she nods appreciatively.
<"Hug think human only drink beers, not good water! Glad am wrong."
>She takes up the glass, drinking deeply.
"I don't drink alcohol very often," you say, having a sip of your own. "Not many friends to go out with."
<"But Anon so nice! Why no friend?" she asks.
"I moved away from my closest friends for work, and I haven't really found anyone here yet."
<"How long here? Few day?"
"Two years, about," you admit.
<"Been two year and no friend!? Anon not trying, must be!"
"Hey, why don't you eat your food," you say only a bit defensively.
<"Hug not stupid! Don't try distract," she chides. "Eat food while Anon explain, can listen."
>Why does she have to be so crafty?
>Dammit.
"Fine," you begin, sitting back in your chair. "I do know some people here, my coworkers, but we don't do all that much together. Had them over for new year's not too long ago, and we do game every so often. I don't know, they're not really my kind of people. Started dating a couple times, but..."
<"Dating?" she asks, ignoring her fork and picking up her food with her claws.
"Romantic interests. They didn't work out, let's just leave it at that."
<"Why Anon so defensive?" she asks, breathing on her food. You suppose she's blowing, but her very thin lips make it difficult for her to form a true O-shape. "Can tell Hug everything, not like Hug can talk anyone else." She takes a bite, her eyes lighting up.
>She's right, much as you're loath to admit it. You are the only person she knows here.
"I... I guess I'm just not used to talking about myself. I'm sorry," you sigh. "Dating was fun for a little bit, and I was together with one girl for a few months, but... not anymore. After being burned so much I have a hard time finding the willpower to try again."
<"Muh ohn baying!" she exclaims, mouth full.
"Swallow your food," you say.
>She does so.
<"Hug go on dating! Make Anon feel betters, only fair. Anon so good to Hug." She smiles at you, very happy.
"You... do you understand what you're saying?" you ask.
<"Dating make Anon happy, right? Is all need know." She nods her head and takes another bite of food.
>You take a long drink of your water, thinking.
>She must not know what a date is, going by her parroted choice of word. Something like that could be fun, but it’s not like you can actually go out anywhere.
>Is it taking advantage of her to accept her offer, even if it’s not really a romantic date?
>But part of you wants it to be one...

What do?

22755131
Oh hey. It's not dead.

Well we can't exactly take her out for a public 'date' can we? Maybe drive to some more remote location? Tell her that sure, we can go to a date. Seems like she doesn't understand the meaning. At some point during or after, ask her again if she knows what it means. Explain it to be one of the weird courtship rituals humans have, that ought to get through. I want to see her reaction and some 'payback' about her teasing.

There's no way this will backfire, right?
22758100
Thank her for the offer, but try and explain what dating is a little more before she gets into it. Say it's a courtship ritual of humans and if she doesn't get it just tell her it's how humans choose mates.

If she's still cool with it why not go with go with a lazy day of movies and relaxing at home? Dating is just getting to know one another and you don't really need to go out to do that.
22759109
Tell her that dating it's a very cultural thing only for humans who are looking into a long-term relationship, not when they are feeling sad.

Also great story my dude, can't wait for what's coming next!
22759807
Yay, Hug's back! Explain that before dating, it helps to know the other person, or kobold in this case, better first. Be friends for now, and try to get her to tell you more about herself.
22762697
Either explain what dating is, with examples, or assume she already knows what it is and the conversation moves forward. A day or two later, while you're at work and Hug is home, you come home to find out she's set up a Kobold version of a date in your house... to some degree of success. Either way, you appreciate her effort and sincerity, even if she somehow messed it up in a cute or ridiculous way...


"Dating is a... a cultural thing, for us humans," you start explaining. "It's something of a courtship ritual I guess."
<"Court? Like king?"
>She doesn't understand.
"No, um. We go on dates when we're looking to find prospective mates."
<"Mate!?" she exclaims, jumping back in shock.
>Her chair leans backwards, falling onto the floor with a clatter before you're able to react!
"Hug!" you yell, standing up and rushing over to her.
>She puts a hand on her head, rubbing it and blinking.
<"Is okay," she says. "On tail."
>Her tail had been poking out of the open bottom of the chair and is currently between its back and the floor.
>Must not be comfortable.
>You grab her under her arms and lift her out of the fallen chair, holding her to your chest.
"Is that better?" you ask softly.
>She nods.
"Sorry for scaring you like that, I wouldn't have thought..."
<"No, Hug fault. Not understand before. Dating for mate?"
"Yeah. It's something we do when we like someone and want to see if things could go further."
>She turns away, mumbling something.
"I didn't catch that," you say.
<"Hug say she like Anon!" she says a little more clearly, still looking pointedly away from you. "...Anon like Hug?"
>You can't deny your feelings, deny her.
"Yeah, I do," you say.
<"Then..." she begins.
>As if on cue both of your towels come loose at once! Yours drops to the floor and hers pools around her waist and your chest, hampered by your closeness.
>It must have been all the movement loosening them up.
>She looks back up to you, furrowing her scaled brows.
<"Then Anon want go on dating?" she asks quietly.
>Don't think about your dick, don't think about...
>You feel your erection begin to brush up against her softly-scaled tail. Or her rear, it's hard to tell without being able to see.
>She twitches, looking down; she must feel it too.
"I'm sorry!" you exclaim. "Can't really control it!"
<"Put down," she says.
>You quickly lower her to the ground, causing her towel to fall from between your chests down to your dick, hanging off of your hardness. You turn away, covering yourself in shame.
<"Ask again," you hear her say, "Anon want go dating?"

What do???

22764322
Tell her that your still interested. Like the lady said bub, you haven't been trying. So why not give the little lady a try? It's not like it'll be the worst thing.
22764602
Ask the question back to her
22768038
>>22764602
This. Assuming nothing can be done out of the house and Hug ends up watching her first movie, I say she should be treated to a real film classic, something that's acceptable and enjoyed by all audiences. I am of course talking about Robocop (not the remake fuck you).
22768897
Put on some clothes. Get some for Hug as well.
22770225
Turn back to look at her. Does she still look hesitant? Determined? Agree on dating, it won't be all the usual stuff, but neither is the female what we're used to. First time we're trying to get under someone's tail...

Gather the towels, we're probably dry anyway and search some clothes. If she's unfamiliar with the amount of clothes, explain they're to keep our bodies warm.


>Hug...
>Why isn't she running off?
>You tried so hard to be accommodating, to get her feeling comfortable...
>And then you ruined it with your damned horniness.
>Didn't you?
>She just asked if you wanted to try it again.
>You should get this clarified, maybe she's letting you off just this once.
"Hug," you say, still looking at the wall. "Do you want to go on a date? I don't want you to feel forced into anything. It's really okay if you don't want to, we can put all this behind us and just try and be friends. Or if you don't want that either we can try to find you some other place to go, that's fi..."
>Your words trail off as you feel her arms wrap around your belly, her slightly-cool body pressing into your backside in a hug.
<"Is okay Anon. Hug want dating, no is force. More important, Anon okay? Why hide?"
"I'm sorry, we were just so close that I... even in the tub," you say. "It won't happen again."
<"Not answer question, keep try run away!" She sounds angry. "Why Anon hide?"
"I... I don't want you to scare you off," you finally admit.
<"Show," she says seriously.
>Her arms come off of you and you hear her stepping back.
"What do you..?"
<"Turn round, drop towel. Show Hug."
>She wants you to...
>Really?
>You know what, you've got nothing else to lose now.
>Fuck it.
>Fuck it all.
>You lose the white towel, dropping it to the floor, and turn around to her voice.
>Hug is naked, staring right at you.
>The subtle softness of her chest is just as you remember, tapering down into a thin waist. Her hips just past it are wider than her shoulders in an incredibly feminine fashion, but not so wide as to make her proportions ridiculous. Her thighs are gapped, with her scales becoming finer and finer the closer they get to the area between her legs.
>Not quite part of her tail but not entirely unchanged by the thick appendage, Hug's pussy is, from what little you can see of it at this height and angle, just as puffy as you remember her camel toe being. In fact, it's so puffy that you can't see any internal parts at all, though that could be because she's unaroused.
>Your dick swells to new heights at the sight, unaccustomed to naked women in front of you and especially one so exotic.
>It's been a while.
<"There, now both see nakeds. Anon very big, lot bigger than kobold. Nothing be shame, okay? Hug not scare."
>She bites her thin lip, sharp tooth scraping against the scales just beyond it.
"I..." you gulp. "Thanks. You're very beautiful, Hug."
>Your brain's not really working right now.
<"Thank, make Hug feel goods. Now can go dating?" she asks, smiling.
"S-sure. We can't really go out anywhere, but..."
<"Dating here goods! Can show Hug all Eletrick thing in home."
>She wags her tail, which shakes her hips back and forth more than a bit alluringly...
"Okay. Yeah. Let's, uh. Let's get dressed first then, alright?"
<"Why?" she asks.
>Oh no.
"Well, uh," you start to explain.
<"Hug not like wear clothes much at kobold town!" she interrupts. "Outside sometime cloth or chest wrap when want, or coat when cold. Home not cold so why not just naked? Already see, so is fine right?"
>You don't know if you can deal with this...

What do?

22775798
She's your guest AND your date, it's off utmost importance that you be accommodating to her.
22775895
I must be in the minority here who doesnt want to see then fugg right away. Tell her clothes are more comfy for a human. Nakedness is for private shit like showers and fucking
22777530
She has a... refreshing view on things. Fuck it, lets see how this goes. Agree to stay naked, at least for a while. We can put on some clothes later if we want. Explain that humans also wear clothes for hygiene reasons. Skin is different from scales, oils, sweat and alike, so clothes are easier to wash than furniture.

>"Why not put sheets on furniture then?"
Hug...
22778004
You can deal with this. She does not mind and you can't stay hard forever. You'll get used to seeing her like that. Wonder wonder how she finds dick always hanging out.
22778361
Well, you could stay naked. But let her know humans aren't used to walking around naked and we get cold. This should lead to blanket cuddles!
22778635
You could show off human clothing during your 'date', but don't feel the need to force her into it right now. Both of you are inside right now so you can get away with being underdressed
22782493
She has a good point... At least put some socks on, tho.


>Okay Anon, time to take a step back and think with the head that contains a brain, not the one full of blood.
>As much as you hate to admit it, she does have a point.
>Sort of.
>All your blinds and curtains are drawn, you aren't expecting anyone, and you certainly aren't going to leave.
>If you were alone then yeah, you'd definitely consider walking around in the buff.
>Well...
>You have.
>One of the perks of living alone, you guess.
>Usually it's just on a lazy day off, sitting in front of the big screen watching porn...
>But with a girl?
>You've never been in a long enough relationship to become truly comfortable with the idea.
>Nakedness with others, besides brief moments in the locker room, is strictly tied to sex and fast showers for you.
>It's not like either of those things are happening at the moment.
>Right?
>You... aren't sure.
>Hug's behavior is just so odd to you that you really don't know if she's wanting this to go further or if she's just wanting to be naked and weird.
>She did bite her lip though, isn't that a sign?
>Unless it's a weird reptile thing...
>Maybe... maybe you'll play along for now.
>Yeah.
>Just until you know if something's going on or not.
>It's still strange having this girl—whom you admit you're incredibly interested in—be nude around you. You won't stay hard forever of course, but the slightest provocation, the tiniest glimpse...
>This'll be tough.
<"Okay if Anon just want cover too," Hug says, snapping you back to reality. "Hug guest so don't want make hard."
>But she already made you hard.
"No, it's... it's okay. Sure, you can be naked if you want," you finally say. "I can put something on if—"
<"No!" Hug shouts. "Hug like see Anon naked. Anon stay naked, okay?"
"As long as you're okay with..." You look down at yourself.
<"Hug fine," she says. "Hug see lots nakeds, is hatch that way so normal, no? Never see naked human before, was like look Anon in bathroom, see different."
"Yeah..."
>You think you know what she's talking about but you aren't gonna press.
"I've never seen a naked kobold before," you say instead.
<"Now have!" Hug exclaims, bouncing with excitement. "Is lots fun, see new thing. Now come, start dating yes? Where Eletrick thing? Show, show!"
>She rushes forward and grabs your hand, hand flying quite close to your dick.
>This'll be very tough.
>You have your big-screen TV, a good collection of movies (and even more you can stream), and a couple of consoles with some games. You have a smaller TV in your room, plus you've also got your phone, your computer (desktop in the spare bedroom, laptop you can bring down to the living room), and a myriad of more regular household electronics that you usually don't think about like your fridge, your toaster, your vacuum, your thermostat you suppose...

>What do?
>What show?

22783909
The mystifying lava lamp,
Or the human music through surround sound,
Or the rumba.
22784222
Show her around. Save TV and phone for last. Calm her down and probe her with questions some more. Probably unsure what she really wants from you. Ask why she mentioned rape during the bath
22784551
Show her the magic of video game consoles of being able to control a little person and making them blow up stuff or swing a sword around.
22789061
>Vacuum
>Hug starts hissing and barking

Video games should be most 'magik' for her. Explain the general principles behind video and games. We also have to ask, how are kobolds treated in where she came from? She seems bit uncustomed to kindness, mentioned us not trying to rape her. Is that sort of thing... common for her? She does not seem to shy away from males however. Or are we, or some parts, just that interesting?

I'd try to get her to sit in our lap, but that doesn't fit the conversation. Maybe later.


>You want to show her some video games, but you don't want to freak her out too bad.
>You can imagine her throwing something through the TV in fear or shock...
>It's best to start small then, with simpler devices.
>Hopefully it'll distract you from her.
"Alright! Let me show you around the house first," you say. "You know where the bathrooms are, so if you need to use those..."
>Her brows furrow together in confusion.
>Of course.
"Do you have to, you know... use the restroom?" you ask.
<"Rest? Hug sleeps in car!" she exclaims.
"No, do you have to pee?"
>You rub your temples with your free hand.
<"Oh! Yes! Yes Hug pee. Go outside?" she asks.
"I'll show you..." you say, dreading the next few minutes.
>As the bathroom down here is off-limits for the moment you take her to the upstairs one.
"That's the toilet. Just open the lid and sit and do your thing," you say.
>God, this must be what having a kid is like.
>Wait...
"Hug, how old are you?" you ask concernedly as she pops open the lid.
>Have you been letting a kid..?
<"Hug ten! Is experience kobold," she says, taking a seat.
"T-ten!?" you say, almost falling backward in shock in your haste to get away.
>Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck
<"Adult for four year now!" she exclaims.
>Adult?
>What?
"When do—do kobolds become adults?" you ask, looking for confirmation.
<"Female after lay first egg," Hug says. "Male after can stuff come out."
>You hear a certain embarrassing sound begin.
"Okay, um, thanks!" You turn away, about to leave.
<"Why Anon go? Just pee," she says.
"Us humans... we don't watch each other... do that."
>Well, some do... but you aren't one of those.
>Hug grunts.
>It's not a grunt of agreement or acknowledgment. Sounds more like a grunt of pain.
"Are you alright?" you ask, still averting your eyes.
<"Hug... Hug okay. Tell Anon later," she says.
"Why not now? If you're hurt I might be able to help."
<"No, Hug say later. Trust Hug, okays?"
>The sound stops.
"Alright," you say after a moment. "I'll trust you."
<"Thanks! Now how clean?" she asks.

"So I've got three bedrooms," you say, showing her to the first.
>The guest bedroom is pretty boring for the most part.
>You've put up some old-fashioned decorations your mom gave you when you moved. A Victorian-style mirror, a couple of old lamps with decorative shades, lots of lace doilies. She really appreciated seeing them when she stayed here last year, but you're suspicious that she was just trying to get rid of them herself. They were your grandmother's originally.
"This is the guest room, it's where you can sleep. That's if you're okay with staying here!"
>You almost assumed...
<"Yes, Hug stay home. Have nowhere else." She sounds a little sad, saying that.
"Oh, r-right. I'm sorry. Anyway, there's nothing electric in here, just the lights. Let's move on."
<"Light still amaze! Is can stay up all night!" she yells, still holding your hand as you lead her to the next one. "Kobold see in dark okay but better with light, can color."
"That's cool!" you say.
>You remember certain peoples in fiction having the ability to see in pitch darkness. Dwarves come to mind. It's not realistic at all, that's not how eyes work, but it is pretty neat.
"Can you see in total darkness? Like, do you need some kind of light, or..."
<"No light! Can cave-black, not see color or far but still see. Human blind, right?"
"Yeah..."
>Very odd. Is it a kind of magic, maybe?

"Oh, right. This is the spare bedroom, I converted it into an office," you say.
>You don't work from home very often so this office is mostly used for PC gaming. Your setup is pretty modest compared to a lot of people in your profession but you don't mind. It's a waste to always be buying the newest hardware. Sure they get a powerful computer, but... well, you've seen the bills they get in exchange. And all they do is run benchmarks and brag online.
>The tech corporations prey on people like that.
<"What that?" Hug asks, pointing to it.
"That's my computer. We'll look at it later, alright? It's the most interesting and powerful electric device here so I want to save it for last."
<"Okays! Weird chair..." Hug remarks.
>You always hated the "racing" aesthetic of gamer chairs but after actually trying one out... the comfort was worth it.
>Good thing you were able to get it in black instead of bright red.
"Yeah," you agree, wanting to move on.
>You walk her to the door at the end of the hall.
>Oh no, you just realized...
>You're leading a naked girl into your bedroom.
>Your dick jumps back to attention, not happy at having been neglected these last minutes.
<"Hey Anon," Hug says. "Hug have question..."
>You don't have a good feeling about this one.
<"Why home so big if only Anon live?" she asks.
>Oh, that's not what you expected.
"My job helps pay a bit of my rent so I can afford a place like this. After living with roommates for so long I just felt like I could use more space, especially now that I have a real career ahead of me."
>It's also a good place to start a family, at least that's what you had originally thought, but you aren't gonna tell her that.

"This is my bedroom," you say, changing the subject.
>You keep the rest of the house clean but you tend to slack off when it comes to your bedroom. Your bed is unmade, with a pile of dirty laundry overflowing from the hamper. The trash can is pretty full as well, with... used, crumpled up tissues, oh no. You can't let her see!
>If you only knew this would be happening you would have cleaned up!
"S-so, sorry it's dirty, but..." you begin.
>She releases your hand, running forwards and jumping front-first onto your bed! You see a flash of something just under her tail a moment before it's covered up again.
>It takes a lot of willpower to keep your hand away from your erection, but you manage.
<"Smell like Anon!" she yells a bit muffled into the bed. "Hug like."
"Th-that's where I sleep, so..."
<"Is comfy!" she yells again, flipping herself over so she lies on her back. Her raised thigh barely obscures the flesh between her legs from your view.
>Naked girl on bed.
>fuck
"TV?" you say stupidly.
<"Teevee?" she asks, craning her neck forwards to look at you.
"U-uh, there's a TV in here," you try to recover, pointing to it. "Got my laptop too. The one downstairs is bigger though."
<"What Teevee do?" she asks, standing up.
"It's like a picture that moves. The things it shows aren't actually there, they're just images and sounds if that makes sense."
>She walks back over to you, her feminine hips swaying. You're having trouble averting your gaze.
>"Can see?" she asks, opening her eyes wide.
"Let's, uh, go to the one downstairs how about. Oh! Wait, I've got something else," you say, suddenly remembering.
>You rush over to the side of your bed, by which is a table with a lava lamp set upon it.
>This is perfect!
>You unplug it and take it up in your arms.
<"What that?" Hug asks, suddenly by your side.
>You didn't notice her joining you! She's sneaky!
"It's a special kind of lamp," you say. "Takes a bit to get going so I'm gonna plug it in downstairs. It can heat up while we're looking at other stuff."
<"Okays!" she says. "Home so big, Hug like!"
"Thanks," you say genuinely, walking out of the room. "How is... was your home?" you ask, wincing at the correction.
<"Hug home okay. Size like here," she gestures at the bedroom, "sleep hole in wall. Bunch more kobold sleep same cave."
"So a lot of you slept in the same room? Like, four?" you ask.
<"Score," she corrects you. "All work same job, is easy boss just wake one room at time."
>Twenty of them sharing the same room? And it's only as big as your bedroom?
"This must seem extravagant to you," you say, reaching the stairs.
<"Anon have huge home, only Anon. Don't know big word but think is weirds."
>That's... understandable.
<"Must lonely, not have peoples," she continues.
"I've made do," you say. "It's actually been kinda nice not having roommates for once."
<"But two year?" she asks as you come to the bottom of the stairs. "Too long." She shakes her head.
"It wasn't the plan, it just... sorta happened."
>She stops short and you walk by her, going to one of the end tables in the living room. You plug the lava lamp in and flick the switch, lighting it up and trying to ignore the feelings she's stirred up inside.
<"Anon real okay?" she finally asks from across, seeming to ignore the lamp.
>Her eyes are full of empathy as she stares up at you.
>Your own suddenly begin to water.
"I-I'm fine!" you say. "It's okay, really." You wipe them with your forearm, hoping she didn't see.
<"Then... okays," she nods slowly. "Can tell Hug what is?" she asks, approaching you and pointing at the lamp.
>The wax inside the lamp, a classic red, is pooled at the bottom and still cold.
"This is called a lava lamp," you say, thankful for the change of subject. "It gets really hot so you can't touch it at all alright? Promise me."
<"Hug promise, no touch."
"Thank you. Let's let it heat up for a minute, there are a few more things down here I can show you."
<"Is Eletrick Teevee?" Hug asks, pointing at the big screen nearby.
"That's right!" you smile. "Let's finish up in the kitchen first, then we'll sit down and look at it alright?"
>Hug nods seriously.
>Walking to the kitchen, you right the chair that had fallen and notice that half of Hug's chimichanga is still left uneaten. It's cold, now.
>That reminds you: you're getting hungry too. You don't have any leftovers and you don't want to spend much time cooking tonight, who knows what she'd get up to when your back's turned. In most cases you'd order a pizza or some other form of delivery, but... Well, maybe you still can. You'd just have to throw a robe or something on and ask her to hide when the delivery guy comes. You have a frozen lasagna you can throw in the oven as well but that takes an hour to cook.
>Could also just do some more lunch-y things like frozen burritos or ramen cups you suppose, but you'd prefer a real dinner...
>Hug is amazed as you show her the fridge and the oven, reminding her not to ever leave them open, but your mind is firmly elsewhere at this point.

What food?

22796073
Is it even a question? Time to show Hug the wonders of pizza delivery.
22796266
Good stuff.

Lasagna sounds good. Sit on the sofa meanwhile and talk. How did she get in here again and how long has she been here? Think she already told us earlier but we we're bit stunned about the whole situation. Also explain, if she already hasn't figured it out, that she should stay out of sight in general and not let other humans see her. Word might spread and someone starts to investigate.

Watch some TV, maybe show her some documentaries/news to educate her.

>Inb4 sofa fort.
22797051
Order a Pizza and hopes she likes it. But foreal, no more beating around the bush. Tell her its important she talks to him and no brushing it off if she can. So many things he doesnt understand but needs to for taking the next step. Be mindful of overstepping.

I want them to fug already but I actually give a shit about the story here
22797092
Get that good pizza
22797149
>>22796266
And touching. Nothing lewd, just comfort, make her feel safe. Hold her, stroke her tail or something.


>You suppose pizza delivery isn't out of the question.
>Would only take half an hour as opposed to an hour plus for the lasagna, not to mention if you get distracted you won't have to worry about something being in the oven.
>It'll pose a few challenges but nothing especially bad you think, and you should be able to get through them easily by communicating with the kobold beforehand.
"Never, ever go inside the fridge or the oven, okay? It's very dangerous."
>You fold your arms, looking down seriously at Hug.
<"Hug not go," she says meekly.
"Promise?"
<"Is promise," she confirms.
"Good. These last two things are the washer and dryer, they're in the closet over here."
>You show her the final two large appliances, dryer stacked on top of the washer and hidden in a sliding closet on the other end of the kitchen by the table.
<"So many Eletrick!" Hug says brightly.
>You open the doors, the dryer too high for her to reach.
"These are for cleaning clothes or other cloths like bedsheets. And they're dangerous as well! So..."
<"Anon make Hug make lots promise!" the kobold pouts.
>You give the adorable creature your best stink eye.
<"Hug promise, no go in," she says.
"Thank you," you say. "Now let's do something more fun: do you like meat or vegetables more?"
<"Meats!" she shouts without missing a beat.
"Alright, I thought so," you say, looking at her sharp teeth. "I'm gonna order some food and have it delivered here, but we need to go over some rules first."
<"Anon say get more food?" she asks. "Have food come home?"
"That's right! That means there's going to be someone here for a little bit who will give me the food in exchange for money."
<"No trade food, just buy? Okays."
>She is familiar with the concept of buying, that's good.
"When they get here you can't be seen or heard or noticed in any way, alright?"
<"Why? Would is good scare, jump out!"
>She turns around with a jump and a yap, her claws bared toward the door!
"No! Hug, there's no scaring. If they see you... it would be very bad."
<"Why bad?" she asks, turning back to you and not understanding.
>This will be tough.
"Let's sit down," you say, walking back to the living room.
>The lava lamp is fully working, melted globes of red wax slowly moving up and down inside it.
<"Wow!" she shouts, running full-tilt up to it.
>It almost looks like she's about to hit it and your end table but she stops at the last moment!
>Oh god, that almost took your heart out.
<"Is so pretty!" she exclaims, big green eyes following the wax up and down.
"It is," you say, taking a seat on the couch.
>She views the lamp silently and in awe, and you let a minute pass before speaking up.
"Come join me on the couch. We need to talk about some things before I can order the food."
<"Okays!" she yells, jumping onto the sofa and immediately snuggling into your left side.
>Your dick can't take too much more of this.
"Hug, you know how I said there are only humans here?" you say a bit stiffly.
<"Is sad," she says.
"As far as I know you're the only person on this earth who can talk and think and isn't human. There are some people who would be very interested to study you."
<"Why not just Anon study?" she asks innocently.
"These people... they would keep you captive, Hug, they wouldn't ever let you leave. Some of them would hurt you, or worse."
<"Then Hug escape!"
>How can you word this so she would understand...
"They're like wizards," you say. "They study things, by force if necessary, and they're very powerful. Much more powerful than you or me."
<"But Anon say no magic?"
"That's right."
>You sigh.
>This isn't working.
"What I'm trying to say, Hug, is that if you're seen by the wrong people or even innocent people who don't understand... you'll be taken away."
<"Hug don't want take!" she shouts, wrapping an arm around your chest and nuzzling into your side.
"You won't be, as long as you're careful. As long as we're careful."
<"What do?" she asks.
"Let's worry about most of that tomorrow. For tonight, when the pizza guy comes, just stay out of sight and don't say a word alright?"
<"Hug do," she says, a bit muffled by your skin.
"I'm gonna buy the pizza then," you say.

>You take your phone, which you had left on the end table earlier, and call up your favorite pizza joint.
>One nice thing about living here are the sheer amount of fantastic restaurants around, especially pizza.
>You order one with all the meat, which Hug should enjoy, and they give you a delivery time of twenty minutes.
>That's convenient.
<"Eletrick talk!" Hug shouts as you hang up. She had been quietly listening the whole while.
"It's something we use to speak to other people," you explain. Of course, phones nowadays are many times more complicated than that but she doesn't need to know right now.
<"So food comes? Peeza?" she asks.
"The pizza," you correct, "will be here in about twenty minutes."
<"Wow!" she exclaims in amazement.
"Now we need to talk about a few more things," you say.
<"Hug talk," she replies, nodding.
"Thank you."
>You take a deep breath.
"Why were you so concerned that I would r-rape you?" you say, stumbling over the word.
<"Hug pretend-sleep in car, see what Anon do. Anon do what say would do, no try touch Hug, rape while sleeps. Knew can trust Anon then. Fall real sleeps."
"I... Has something like that ever happened to you?" you ask, concerned.
M"One try. No more dick," she says simply. "Anon lots big so was little scare, but..."
>She nuzzles in even closer, head moving from your side to your chest. If you aren't careful she might end up in your lap, which is pretty dangerous.
<"But Hug like big. Make feel more safe. Is weirds?" she asks.
"No, I don't think so. A lot of people think that way."
>You try to ignore just how close she is to your shaft.
<"Hug like."
>You know what? If she can do it you can do it too.
>You bring your right arm around to her, twisting your upper body slightly. Your hand rests upon the smooth scales of her lower back and you stroke her downwards repeatedly, also brushing against the base of her tail just below.
>Hug shivers against you.
<"Anon... keep go," she says softly.
>You will.
"If what you're saying is right..." you say, changing the subject. "I think you're from another world."
<"Nother world?"
"Yeah." From her tone doesn't get it, so you try something else. "That spell moved you a long way away. A very, very long way."
<"Across ocean?" she asks.
"No. Much further. Hug... I don't think it's possible to get back."
<"B-but Eletrick..." she protests.
"We don't have any magic, and there's nothing that can move you that far away. At least, nothing I know of."
>Your hand stops as you feel the kobold begin to shake. A wet spot forms on the skin of your chest; she starts to quietly cry against you.
>It needed to be said but damn this is tough.

What do?

22833877
Comfort her. Being there for her while she's sad is all you can really do for the situation. After she stops, show her the TV!
22833901
I think the most prudent move would be to promise her she’ll have a place with us, and because we’re ignorant of magic, it’s not impossible for her to return. Just have to take it a day at a time.
22835862
Guess she can stay here for the time being. Her upkeep shouldn't be that high and we seem to do good enough to keep her fed. We can try to figure out some way for her to visit outside so she isn't completely confined indoors. Wait for her to calm down, just sit and let her hold us.

Don't forget to put on a robe or something before the pizza arrives.
22835919
Gotta hit me with the feels huh? Ive had people cry on my shoulder irl too. Id do what Ive done. Just hold onto her and let her cry. Dont say a word. She'll talk when she's ready
22837285
Talk about a boner killer. Fucking her would be the last thing on my mind if she trusted me enough to break down and cry on my chest. Feels bad man
22837384
Hug Hug
22839354
>let her stay here, at least until she finds somewhere else to go
Realistically, staying with you is a short-term solution at best. You're in an apartment building and eventually someone's going to see her. If you're lucky, they'll just think it's a pet and management will tell you it's a violation of your lease. Besides, how long do you think she's going to tolerate being cooped up in your apartment, before she decides to ignore your warnings and sneak outside?

The way I see it, you've got several options here:

>Let Hug stay with you for now, while she figures out what she's going to do, but with the plan of parting ways with her for good once she leaves, since there isn't much else you can do for her, with your life as it is now.
>Reorganize or maybe even uproot your life so you can purchase a home in a rural area where your nearest neighbors are out of eyeshot, so that she can actually go outside safely while still living with you. Maybe eventually you can let some people you trust know about Hug's existence, so that she'll have a social safety net in the even that something happens to you.
>Whatever force brought Hug here had to have some kind of reach INTO this universe, so it might be that magical power does exist here in some way. Start researching the occult and try to discover a way to send Hug home.

And no, don't fuck the kobold. The last thing she needs right now is romance (or even casual sex) complicating the wreckage of her life.


>You resume stroking and patting her back as Hug cries into you, not saying a word.
>There's nothing you can say right now that will help.
>She just needs time.
>Hug takes a deep breath and then lets out even more sobs. She clutches you hard in her arms, her claws hurting a little.
>You hold her tight in response.
>While she's sobbing you think a little about what you know.
>She's from another world.
>At least, she says she is.
>Perhaps her memories were altered, or...
>No, you know what? That's a dark road.
>Gotta remember Occam's Razor.
>Sure, a wizard casting a spell, sending her to another world? That's not really a simple explanation.
>But she would have no reason to lie. The truth is a much simpler explanation than her playing a long con or her memories getting changed somehow.
>You'll trust she's right, and that she's telling you the truth.
"Shh," you whisper, stroking her head.
>You're starting to tear up a little too, but you need to stay strong.
>You can't imagine how she feels.
>Sure, you're far away from your friends and family, but you can always text them or fly back for a vacation. You still play games with some of them on a regular basis.
>But being taken away from everything and thrust into an alien world?
>You'd probably react the same way.
>At least, in private.
>You still don't quite understand why she trusts you so much.
>Merely being nice... that's just common courtesy, right? You'd help anyone like her.
>Though, to be honest, a full-grown man coming out of your trunk would have been a bit scarier.
>Just a little bit.
...
>Okay, if you weren't so stunned by her appearance you probably would have called the cops or something before listening to her story.
>But that's just normal, right?
>If a homeless person's been sleeping in your trunk... well, they shouldn't be.
>They've got shelters for that sorta thing.
>At least, you think.
>You're getting a bit off-topic.
>The point is, Hug trusting you is still a bit of a mystery.
>Sure you haven't hurt her, but you do have her alone in your home.
>If you were a serial killer you'd be so excited right now.
>Okay that was a weird thought.
>It's just nerves.
>You're alright.
>She trusts you enough to cry into you.
>Perhaps it's something weird about kobolds? Something she can smell on you?
>You've never had anyone cry into you before.
>Well, besides babies and a few little kids but that doesn't count.
>This is... well, she's a girl you're interested in.
>That makes all the difference.
>Oh, your boner's gone, that's good.
>Would be a bit awkward if you could keep it up during this.
>Oh right, you should remember to get a robe before the pizza gets here. Shouldn't be long.
>How long has it been, anyway?
"It's alright," you say, still stroking her.
>Her crying seems to have slowed at least.
"You're alright," you say.
<"Am... no," she protests feebly, her first words in a while.
"You're here, you're safe. You can stay here a while if you want."
<"H-Hug..."
>She sniffles.
<"Hug stay Anon home?"
>She pulls her head off of you, a thin strand of snot connecting her nose to your wet chest.
"Of course you can stay," you confirm.
>Her eyes close as tears run down her scaly cheeks once again! She pushes her face back into your chest.
>Oh no, what did you just say?
>She can stay, but... you have work!
>Would she really be okay cooped up in here alone, not able to leave? Essentially under house arrest?
>Maybe for a little bit... but you just know she'd bored and want to go outside.
>Because you definitely would.
>You'll need to talk with her about a more permanent solution when things are calmed down a bit.
>Maybe tomorrow...
<"Thank," she says between sobs. "Thank, thank."
>You hug her tightly and rest your chin on her head.
>Something presses into your neck, leaving a trail of wetness.
>Feels awful like...
>Is she licking you?
>Hug slowly and repeatedly licks your neck as she continues sniffling.
"Hug?" you ask.
>She doesn't reply, her licks moving up your neck to your jaw and then your cheek.
>You turn and look, meeting her gaze.
>Her green eyes are full of determination as she looks into yours, tears at their corners.
>She closes in.
>You can feel her hot breath on your mouth, mere inches away...
DING
DONG
>doorbell?
>oh shit
>pizza

What do?

22980659
Get robe, then pizza. Tell hug to hide for a moment.Realize you were probably about to get tongue. Eat pizza, and show off the TV maybe?
22981175
Unlike kobold pussy pizza gets only colder, so get a robe and go to the door.
Tell hug to stay out of sight.
22981290
>What do?
Grab a robe and the cash for the pizza, tell Hug to stay put for a moment and that you’ll be back with the best food she’s probably ever had.

Also give her another hug for good measure.
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>>22981290
Hugs are very nice. This.
22983826
Tell her we can continue this later, food is here. She needs to hide and stay quiet while we give a shout for the delivery guy to wait a sec. Grab a robe or something to wear while we get the pizza, then lose it and tell hug she can come back. Either go back to living room to show teevee while you eat or to a table proper. Warn her to not getting grease everywhere.

We take it she took the offer to stay. Discuss about the arrangements, need for secrecy, how to get her out somehow so she's not completely confined indoors, what to do and eat while we're out at work, etc.


>Hug leaps down from the couch with a yap, baring her teeth and her claws!
>She looks around the room warily, not sure of the source of the sound.
>Dammit, you forgot to warn her of the doorbell!
<"Yip yip!" she barks.
"Hug, quiet down!" you exclaim softly.
>You stand up and put your hand on her back in a hopefully calming manner.
<"Where at?!" she yells.
"Hug, it's fine," you say quietly. "It means the pizza's here. Go hide, I'll get you in a—"
>There's a rapid knock at the door!
<"Yip!" she barks again, running over to the door.
>You put your hand to your head.
"Just a minute!" you call out. "C'mon Hug, get in the kitchen. I'll get you when I'm done."
<"Peeza better be goods..." she pouts, turning around and walking to the kitchen.
>You see her peek around her shoulder a couple more times on her way over, growling at the door, but she eventually makes it all the way in.
>Alright, now to...
>You look down at yourself, at half-mast once again.
>Of course, can't answer the door naked.
>You rush up to your bedroom and grab a robe, swinging it over yourself as you rush just as quickly back down.
>You grab some cash from your wallet you had left by your phone and pull the robe tight.
>Hug is nowhere to be seen so you open the door!
<"Heyy, Anon!" a man exclaims.
"Joey, hey!" you say.
>Joey has curly brown hair and a bit of scruff on his face. He wears a dark green polo and hat, the colors of the pizza joint, and looks exactly like a college-aged stoner.
>You know he partakes, too; he's told you in confidence he can get you stuff. You said no, for now.
<"You get a dog?" Joey looks around inside a little.
"Uh, nah," you say, rubbing the back of your head.
>He finally seems to notice your state of dress, eyes widening in realization.
<"Ohoho, Anon, you've got a girl over haven'tcha!" He punches your arm with the hand not holding the pizza warmer.
"Heh, y-yeah," you say.
<"My man! Well I won't keep ya away too long. $16.76."
>You give him a 20.
<"Yeah, keep the change, I know!" he exclaims, just as you were about to tell him. "You always tip me well bro."
"Oh."
>He unzips the warmer and hands you the box.
<"Yo, enjoy! Give a little meat to her dog for me alright? Peace!"
"See you next time dude," you say a bit half-heartedly.
>He walks off and you close the door.
>...Yeah you might get pizza a little too often.
<"Peeza?" you hear from the kitchen.
"Yeah, come on back!" you exclaim.
>You put the pizza box on an end table and then shrug off the robe.
>Fuck, it's even harder this time.
>Did you really almost..?
>You almost got tongue.
>From Hug.
>Part of you wants it to happen, really, really wants it...
>But part of you thinks she's just trying to find a way to cope with her pain, her loss.
>You want to help her try and feel better, but...
>Would it be taking advantage of her?
>Maybe in the moment she had gotten worked up, and it'll be okay now?
>Could probably turn on the TV, get a game going in a bit, that should help.
>All these thoughts and more run through your head, and then you see her 'round the corner and they disappear in a poof of pink smoke.
>Suddenly she runs up to you as quickly as possible, wrapping her arms around your legs!
>holy shit her head is right by your dick
<"Thank for peeza!" she says, looking up at you.
>she definitely sees it, she knows she's almost breathing on it
"Uh," you manage to say.
<"Where Hug sit?" she asks.
>Where should she sit? Next to you on the couch?
>Part of you wants to tell her to sit on your lap there...
>But she may be a bit messy, eating pizza for the first time. Maybe the dining table is best?

What do?

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Ask her where she wants to sit. If she makes a mess you can clean it up, it's not a big deal.
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Eat at the table, make sure you and Hug get cleaned up properly, then wind down the night with some cuddling.
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Eat at the dining room table. Hug should keep learning about human manners. Finish up and go back to the living room for some TV. See if she opens up to you some more because shit almost happened
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Pet her head while you think, and think fast lest she get more curious about our dick. Although she doesn't seem to mind it much, which you still haven't fully learn to deal with. Couch can be a pain to clean, table seems like the wisest choice. Having her on your lap sounds nice if we can handle that, else pull her another chair and have her sit there. But then we need to get her a pillow again and that could get ruined. To hell with it place her on our lap and show her how to handle the pizza. Worst case we take a shower afterwards.