Writer's note: this is a sort of prequel to "First Meeting," taking place around a month or so before. There are terms that might be unfamiliar to new readers, so I'll define them here: Arthur is an andyne, which is a person with large bird wings; Rabb is renoige, which is basically a cat-person, and hamans are elf-like people with long pointed ears.
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Arthur hopped out of the oversized van into the balmy summer evening. He was wearing his nice clothes, a hakama with an aquatic pattern on top; his waist-length, curly dark hair was pulled to the side in his best renoige warrior clip; and his large black-feathered wings were looking a little scruffier than usual, so he tucked them to his sides a little to make it less noticeable. This would be his first date with Rabb, who'd been his best friend since the two of them were teenagers, and who he'd secretly developed a giant crush on over the years. If this were any normal date Arthur would've brought flowers, but for Rabb he'd gotten something he knew she liked better: a traditional renoige dessert called "sanguinaccio dolce" and a bottle of kannar for himself, all neatly stowed in his shoulder bag.
"Thanks, Milly," Arthur said, turning to shut the van's sliding door. "Good luck meeting your hot ex-husband."
Milly, who was already a fairly small person, looked especially tiny sitting in her giant tank of a vehicle. "Oh don't worry about us," she laughed. "Relax and have fun, alright?"
Milly's van pulled away from the curb. Rabb's driveway was dim in the fading daylight, and though he'd walked it thousands of times before, the familiar path to the front door gave him uncomfortable butterflies in his stomach. It didn't help his urgent need to pee -- but that was another renoige tradition-
Rabb's front door opened at the end of the path. Rabb was a renoige: tall with large catlike ears, long fur, and a long ringed tail with a spotty orange and white tabby pattern. The hair on her head was long, straight, and white, trailing halfway down her back, and she was wearing her normal clothing: a traditional patterned one-piece wrap garment that extended from her mid-chest to down just past her knees. Rabb's clear blue eyes reflected eerily in the shadows as she stepped out to greet Arthur.
"Arthur," said Rabb. Arthur leaned in and nuzzled Rabb's face. Rabb sniffed him.
"You've done your homework, huh?" Rabb said almost sheepishly.
Arthur giggled. "You noticed."
After a short pause, Rabb gulped. "Do you need to use the bathroom?"
Arthur shook his head. "This is nothing. I can hold it all night if you need to catch up." He took the bag of pudding containers from his shoulder bag and handed it to Rabb.
"Well, come in! Did you get that chocolate blood pudding from the new renoige place around the corner from your apartment?"
"Yeah, why?" said Arthur. He followed Rabb through the front door, and she waited for his wings to clear the doorframe before she shut it.
"I've heard good things about it," said Rabb cheerfully. Something seemed a little off, but Arthur figured that they were both just nervous; he'd been dreaming of this for a long time, and was nervous himself. "Sit down, I'll take the pudding to the fridge. Dinner should be here in about an hour. In the meantime, pick something to watch."
Arthur nodded. "Alright." He sat down on Rabb's couch and flipped through the available series. The first one on the list was "Quarknado," which Arthur really didn't feel like watching.
"I just got Quarknado in New Releases," Rabb called from the kitchen. Arthur scrolled until he found a series he felt they'd both like: "Atlantis, Draconequis, and the REAL Ancient Aliens."
Rabb seemed disappointed that Arthur didn't want to watch Quarknado, but cuddled up with him on the couch. Half an hour later they were absorbed in the program Arthur had picked, making joking "pew pew pew" noises every time the narrator cut to a bad CG space battle, and laughing so hard that Arthur had to pause the episode to relieve his bladder.
As Arthur's wings rounded the corner to the hallway behind him on his dash to the bathroom, he didn't hear Rabb breathe a small sigh of relief.
Arthur opened the front of his tribal-patterned hakama. There weren't any wet spots on the outside, but the crotch of his underwear was damp. It took Arthur several seconds to fumble with his bottoms, and he pulled aside his underwear as he approached the toilet. His cock was a little swollen from the effort of holding back his notoriously large bladder, with a single drop of clear piss clinging to his long foreskin. Arthur pulled it back and released into the toilet bowl. It felt almost orgasmic after over twenty-four hours of holding, but Arthur went to the tremendous effort of stopping his flow after only a few seconds: Rabb was such a stickler for tradition, especially when it came to her own culture's rituals, and he didn't want to let her down on their first date.
Arthur played with himself a little before zipping up again. He felt a little better when he sat down next to Rabb, who, strangely, seemed a little disappointed.
"Back so soon?" said Rabb. "I thought you had to go."
"Oh don't worry, I let out just enough so I won't wet myself laughing," said Arthur. "I'll be ready whenever you think the time is right. How are you doing on your bladder, anyway? I've been looking forward to you marking me all week."
Rabb squirmed. "I'm um...almost full. I just need a little while longer."
"Alright," said Arthur. "Mind if I crack into the Kannar I brought?"
"Sure," said Rabb. It was her turn to pick the show. She knew how much Arthur didn't want to watch Quarknado, so she turned to another new series: an animated soap opera about manatees who owned feuding fashion empires called "Bays of Our Lives." Predictably, the show was bizarre. There were more sordid love triangles in the first five minutes than either Arthur or Rabb had seen in a whole season of other soap operas.
