He moved through the college party, awash in the smell of cheap liquor and cheaper weed. She was somewhere here, she had to be. She’d invited him. And there she sat on a countertop, lazy smile on her face as she waved him over.

“This is…” she said, his name drowned out a little over the cheers upon meeting him, the quick hugs from other people, the red solo cup pressed into his hand as all of the other girls said they were happy to meet him, that they’ve heard alot about him, that the weird limo ride turned impromptu date in the next city over was one of the best meet cutes they’d heard of.

“Yeah, it was like he bent reality to impress me for a few moments!” She said, saluting him. There was a few oohs and aaas from the others, as if she was holding a drunken court. And soon it was just the two of them, her smile hidden behind her own drink, eyes looking an almost unnatural hue as she looked him up and down. He tilted his head in slight curiosity. Hue of… art? Nature? His head swam as his tongue felt thick in his mouth, quick wit deciding to desert him.

“I mean it, you know.” She said finally. “That it really felt like you saw me, you chatted me up, and then you get an offer to ride in a limo for a bit? And you immediately want to take little ol’ me along? Gods, what an odd silly move.”

He didn’t know when he’d joined her on the kitchen counter, swinging a leg occasionally in time with her, his own dumb smile not even hidden by the cup, growing more prominent every time he took a big drink, though it never seemed to be in need of a refill. Soft, thick hips pressed against his own scrawny ones and she sighed.

“And you’re such a gentleman too!” She said, leaning just so her tits pressed into his arm. “You’re barely drooling over me.”

“I, um…” He paused, considering her. “I just don’t want to overstep boundaries, y’know? Don’t want to mess this up, you’re cool and contagious and so… I wouldn’t say gentleman. I don’t want to be… y’know…” He gestured vaguely and she started to nod as if she understood implicitly.

“You’re pretty cool too! When you’re not tripping over yourself. When you’ve hit that flow state, like when you asked me out. Coolest person in this town, maybe this entire area.” She said, gently tapping her glass against his. “Not a gentleman then. Something else?”

He nodded, finally sure of at least something tonight. “Something else.”

They talked as the party seemed to move around them, winding up, but they never broke from each other. She was astonishingly easy to talk to, to dump his hopes about college and making the world a better place if only in little ways to her. She in turn talked about her passion for making art, for actual real interior design to make spaces pop and feel at home in or to evoke a certain feeling.

The party was near dead when they left and he couldn’t recall a singular name or face of a person who was there, and part of him dreaded having to explain that he was so caught up in her that he couldn’t pick anyone out, but other thrilled at the idea, telling all of these hipsters and fellow nerds that he couldn’t keep his eyes off of her and his brain was too focused on her that he couldn’t recall anyone else. Or he’d half-lie and say he was bad with names and was drinking.

“So, something else,” she said, bringing him out of his reverie and he snapped his mind back to her, plush frame pushing him into his own apartment. Had he been leading? She didn’t know where he lived, the small studio apartment he could afford, The kindly donated couch creaked under their combined weight as she pulled him into a tight embrace. “What do you want to do now?”

He knew he had to be pretty drunk if he’d just montaged their walk here. And even then he slid his lips against hers. Something felt a little off, a little fuzzy for a single second, like he was kissing someone with a snout, a nose, something hot like flame around them for a single second. She tugged his long hair and then pulled back with that same smile as her eyes danced around his apartment.

“Not much here.”

“I’m not much of…”

“A gentleman, I know, I know.”

He left his mouth open to try and say something, to finish it with his self-depricating joke that he wasn’t much of a person, that his interior design probably looked pale and lifeless compared to the spaces she made that there wasn’t anything here that reflected his soul, and then she was kissing him again.

“You know what?” She said, as they moved back up to sitting up and she was looking at him again, tilting her head. “It’s like kissing a sister.”

A crushing weight suddenly settled over his shoulders. A sister. A buddy. He could feel his heart break into a thousand pieces, one smug part at least saying that he felt safe to be around, so there was that. He could chin up. Take solace in that.

“Oh.” Was all that left his mouth. Lifeless like the inside of his stupid apartment, hopeless like all of his dreams, like his stupid heart, leading him astray once again. And a soul crushing fear that somehow, she’d seen inside of him, that his dysphoria was somehow apparent that the crushing weight that this wasn’t hi-well, her body was so apparent from one awkward makeout session and one softer peck.

“... why are you reacting like that?” Creativity asked, and she knew that her name was Creativity, at least that was the color of the flame that was probably her name. “Oh, no, no, no, stupid…” Creativity grabbed her face and brought it to look at her eyes that burned with the flame that was her namesake, paws heavy on her face.

“Oh, you have fur the color of Nature…” She murmured, running a finger across the paw that was on her face, choking back a sob. “It’s really pretty. S-sorry, just. Sister wasn’t what I was expecting to hear after our first kiss, y’know? But like, I’ll respect that decision.”

“I may have gotten you a bit too drunk. Sober up, sis.”

And there she was, staring at the chubby hound that had been the focus of her affections, her attentions for the last month. Her tail thumped against the couch. She was dimly aware of the fact that her chest pressed against her graphic tee in a way it hadn’t before, and her shorts felt weird around her hips and ass, just like in one of those trashy TG stories she used to read.

She gasped and stared at Creativity. “Wait, wait. No, no, you’re…”

“A sister!” Creativity said as she leaned over, pressing her tits against… well, tits. Tits that weren’t there before. She let out a sensitive gasp as the furry tits enveloped her own. “And I guess a Hellhound if we’re going to get into the weeds but also like…”

She tried to pull away, but Creativity still looked at her with that same glint in her eyes, the same smile across her muzzle. And so she stopped herself. “Wait, wait. So kissing a sister in this case is…”

“A good thing.” Creativity said as she pulled her into another kiss, made a bit more awkward by the hound muzzle pressing against human lips, but she still melted into it. It was one of the best things that’d happened to her in a while, and she was going to ask questions about it later. Her skin prickled and she brought paws up to squeeze Creativity’s hips.

“I wasn’t joking at the party. You did bend reality to impress me. I didn’t think I’d meet a sister on this earth while I was slumming it.”

Impetuous tilted her head at her sister as she could feel that same heat, that same weird tingly thing that wiggled at the back of her head that made her want to do something for Creativity that first time, when the weird old man she’d befriended months ago offered the limo ride and that she could bring a friend.

“Oh, this could have been gnarly if I didn’t find you, sis. An entire center of your weird whims and stuff? Definitely apocalypse territory!”

Impetuous huffed at her sister and pushed her down onto the couch, pinning her with paws the color of caution, wagging her tail and flinging the remains of her shredded shorts to her floor as she began to kiss her again, determined to kiss more like a sister than anyone had ever before.