Sensha swirled a finger in Mocha's silky red locks, gazing down at her sleeping face as the sun rose and light crept into their living room. Her sleeping beauty was adorable, curled up under a neat little throw blanket on the luxurious couch, her breathing deep and soft as she nuzzled into her pillow with her rosy cheek. Even in her memory Mocha hadn't been quite this cute. So Sensha basked in the moment just a little longer before she stood and stepped away from the slumbering arms dealer, instead heading to the kitchen to make a spartan breakfast.

The PD had supplied them with a few general options for a couple of meals, but they would have to head out to get food at some point soon if they wanted to avoid running out of food. As things were, Sensha found the tools and ingredients for a pair of large omelets and bacon. Nothing complicated, but something flavorful enough to eat and filling enough to last until a late lunch.

The bacon was properly sizzling when Mocha woke with a darling little yawn and a big stretch that put her arms above her head and let Sensha take a long look at her from behind, appreciating her delightful silhouette. "Aaahm~ Something smells yummy," the redhead mumbled before rolling onto her knees to lean on the back of the couch and look into the kitchen where Sensha was watching her. From behind the island, she winked at the redhead as she let the stove do its job. "Cooking enough to share?" Mocha asked, draping her body over the couch back with a questioning tilt to her head? The gesture reminded Sensha vividly of a curious kitten.

“That depends, you gonna put on a show for me?” Sensha asked, half teasing. As she filled the omelets with diced veggies, sprinkling some cheese in to keep the first omelet together as it cooked.

“I think it’s bright enough that I can find some place outside to sit and enjoy breakfast,” Mocha said, not directly saying no, but confirming that she had no intention of letting Sensha see her eat. It was sad… but Sen accepted it, willing to go at Mocha’s pace for as long as she needed. She simply hoped that the trust of dining together would come sooner rather than later.

“Shame. I wanted to feed you breakfast in bed,” the centaur sighed heavily, plating the bacon and then the first omelet before making a little catsup heart on the fluffy egg dish. “But fine, break my heart, go and abandon me for breakfast,” she continued to tease, placing the pate and some silverware onto the Island for Mocha to pick up.

Mocha giggled at that, rolling her eyes and taking the plate. “Thanks, big girl,” she called, turning and heading for the front door, wondering if she could get away with eating on the porch.

Sensha watched her go, appreciating the sway of her hips and the cute bounce of her gait as she left the kitchen. Shaking her head once her dream girl was gone, Sensha returned to her own omelet, noticing that she'd let the eggs cook a little more than she would have liked on one side while she watched. Damn sexy redheads.

—

When Mocha made it to the front door, she was having a hard time focusing on anything but how good the food smelled. Her mouth was watering, tongues soaked and ready for even a little taste of the steaming food in front of her. She had flashbacks to the night before, to barely being able to sit up straight after that "simple" steak. She wanted to feel that way again. She was anticipating it, shivering as she put her fingers around the handle of the heavy front door.

Gripping the handle, she turned it and pulled the door open with some force, only to see pale knuckles mere inches from her face. She squeaked, nearly dropping her food as she found herself staring at a beautifully manicured hand. The owner of that pretty hand was a beautiful person with androgynous features. Their skin was pale with tinges of light peach where their circulation darkened their complexion. Their hair was a cascade of long, waist length, black strands of shimmering silk. Their face was flawlessly beautiful, as though carved from marble with a classical eastern curvature and long, lush lashes. Mocha was almost certain she was staring into the face of the perfect human until she saw the shifting of black wings behind the person. Looking down, she caught sight of the sleek, beautiful black to white tipped feathers over the person’s slight, rounded shoulders.

They were wearing a light cerulean, off-shoulder sweater that hugged the trim of their ribs, waifish chest and waist, and dipped out as the cloth loosened near the hip, hanging just over the waistband of a pair of night black, thigh hugging slacks. The outfit itself was quite feminine, leading Mocha to guess that their guest was a woman.

"Sorry about that," they began, rubbing the back of their neck as Mocha recovered herself in the doorway. "We uh… wanted to greet the new neighbors, so my wife and I brought you a pie…" the person said, their voice a deep, sonorous wave that contrasted heavily with what Mocha thought they should sound like.

"Your… wife?" The redhead asked, looking around the angel in her doorway only to find herself looking up, and up, past heavy, sizeable breasts and into the tanned, round features of a beautiful cow. The woman who had come with the short winged person was taller by almost a foot, with a countenance that screamed plush warmth. Everything about her seemed soft, from her outfit, which matched the angels in everything but color, to her voluptuous, cushioned figure.

"Hey there cherry pie. So good to meet you!" The cow said, stealing Mocha's breakfast and setting it in the seat of the rocking chair alongside an oversized, mouth watering apple pie with a lattice crust. Without the slightest pause in her movements, she scooped Mocha up into a big, bosomy hug, enveloping her in heated softness that put her imagination to shame.

The sheer softness of the woman left Mocha in awe, and she found herself almost snuggling a stranger before the taller woman put her down. "Poor thang. You look like you just woke up," she murmured, the sweet susurration really getting into Mocha's head. "Y' should be sittin'. Lucie, baby, clear that chair for her and let her sit down."

The person in her doorway stepped back, shutting the door and moving around them both to deftly lift the dishes on the rocking chair. Then Mocha found herself neatly deposited onto the seat where she crossed her legs, planting a heel to keep herself from rocking.

"I um… take it you're our neighbors?" Mocha asked, trying to kickstart her brain again as she found herself completely disarmed by the pair.

"Yes, baby jay. Y' hit it right on the head," the tall cow replied, grabbing the smaller person and pulling them tight to her, squeezing them as they sheepishly averted their eyes. "I'm Duverre, 2nd Matron of the High Umbral Sororita Host, and this is my husband, my dear, sweet, liquorice drop, Lucaine," she continued, introducing both of them together as she practically smothered her husband in bountiful breast flesh.

When she separated from him, though, the man seemed no worse for wear. He simply adjusted his long locks to keep them away from his beautiful face and bowed to Mocha. It was a very formal, graceful action, which he accompanied with his wings as he brought an arm across his body to almost touch his heart. "We're sorry for visiting unannounced, but we don't have your contact information just yet," he explained.

"No, no. It's not a problem," Mocha replied, her frazzled state easing a little as she finally got to calm down and have a second look at the two. Together they made quite the duo, a tall, curvaceous cow woman and a short beautiful angel pair. They seemed friendly and unarmed save for the pie Lucaine now held and the omelet he sported in his other hand.

"We're happy to have such gracious neighbors,” Mocha said with a wider smile as she got her bearings. “I’m Cha, and my lover Sen and I just moved here from the York Prefecture.” It was a lie. Spoken easily and without hesitation. Mocha wasn’t used to telling them, but she was competent. “I was just coming out to enjoy breakfast on the porch when you almost knocked. It’s good to meet you.”

“So, so good to meet you too,” Duverre said, looking like she was ready to dive in for a hug on Mocha as well. Rather than risking her ability to breathe, Mocha stood again.

“Uh, we’re not quite set up for a tour just yet, but you should come by some time and meet my big girl. You two are nice and it’d be great to have friends in the neighborhood,” she said, the diversion working to turn Duverre’s attention again.

As if on a timer, the door opened and out peeked Sensha, her pink eyes glowing as she looked about. She paused when she saw the trio, looking over all three of them before stepping out, standing at her full height. She was an imposing sight, her muscular body shifting from hoof to hoof as she moved onto the wide porch. “Guests?”

“Babe, these are the neighbors. They wanted to come share a pie,” Introduced the young redhead, stepping to the side and gesturing to both neighbors in turn. She figured Sen would say hello and then send the pair away. Both of them would have to be vetted before they were allowed to actually visit. “This is Duverre, 2nd Matron of the High Umbral Sororita Host. And this is her Husband, Lucaine.”

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Sen smiled at them both, stepping away from the door and looking them both over. “Ah. It’s lovely to meet our neighbors so soon. I was hoping to go around and make introductions later, but please, come in. Maybe you can tell us about the neighborhood,” she said, stepping around them and gesturing to the open door to let them both into the very large home.

Mocha balked as the centaur invited the neighbors into their new home, completely shattering the line of security and her vetting process.

“Yes! We’d love to!” Duverre volunteered before looking down at her husband. “Right sweetums?”

“Yes, dear,” Lucain replied simply, carrying both dishes with ease as everyone entered the home.

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As they walked into the house, Mocha slipped in next to Sensha “Hey, uh… Babe. Are we sure the house is ready for visitors,” she asked, obviously trying to communicate something. But Sensha chose to ignore the message, leaning down and putting an arm around Mocha.

Sensha relaxed and put on a smile, her cheeks warming as Mocha called her “Babe”. Sure it was an act, but the words had been said, and it was like music to her ears, lighting up her life. Stepping into the kitchen area before letting Mocha go, she kept her attention on the other two. “Hey! Nice to meet you both. I’m Sen. I’m sure Cha here has told you about us both. She’s a little chatty Kathy, aren’t you darling?” Sensha asked, choosing to tease the shorter woman, who pouted genuinely and smacked her lower chest, a harmless gesture. She held out a hand to them both.

Lucaine shook his head, and bowed, still having both of his hands occupied. Instead it was Duverre who took her hand in a light squeezing grip and shook it. “It’s good to meet you too Sweetie. You’re so big. Both of you are just the cutest thing.”

“Thank you, it really has been a dream come true being with Cha,” Sen replied, smiling and giving Mocha a meaningful glance before returning her eyes to the couple ahead of her. “I didn’t know sisters of the Umbral Sororita were allowed to marry. Pretty sure you ladies only took temporary lovers,” she continued, rattling off the fact conversationally to pull attention firmly onto the couple.

“Lucy here is a very special exception. He is our beloved warrior, our stalwart breadwinner, and architect of our hearth and home. Normally a Matron like myself would never be allowed to Marry. My duties to the Sororita are too great. But for his deeds our entire sorority chose to marry him. So, since he is the sorority’s husband. He is mine,” the bouncy, lovely cow said, her explanation long winded and a little confusing.

“That’s interesting,” Sensha said, forcing the awkward feeling she had about the situation from her tone. “I’ve never heard of that before. If that’s the case is it more of a… Symbolic marriage?” she asked as, in the corner of her eye, she noticed Mocha relieve Lucaine of her breakfast and head back to the door with a waggle of her fingers. Choosing, this time, to follow her, Sensha did what she had resisted the urge to do the night before. She followed the small redhead with her power, using the magic that had suffused her being during the Re:Evolve process to follow Mocha along the house through the wires, sensing as though she was right there.

The Ping Radar as she had dubbed it in her head, was an ability she had acquired shortly after waking up in the subterranean enclosure, using it to guide herself out among a network of tunnels in the space that she used to flee and hit the road. The sense pulsed through metal, wiring, some forms of glass, and especially computer systems. The stronger the signals, the stronger her sense through them would be. With this mansion being the tip top of luxury, there were power lines, security lines, cameras, and microphones everywhere, some as a courtesy of the PD. Sen had picked them out easily the night before and simply shut their reception down with her power, however, she kept them on, allowing herself to listen more clearly through them.

“Oh, yes and no,” Duverre said, cupping her cheeks and twisting herself girlishly as they reddened. “Originally it was just a wedding in name. Lucy could’ve gone and had his way with any cow he’d wanted in our coven. Not a peep from us, not a peep from me. But he didn’t. My lovely little Lucaine treated me like the most beautiful girl in the world!” she continued, bouncing in several distracting ways.

Sen almost had a hard time splitting her attention as she watched Duverre’s antics. Chuckling when Lucaine said, “You are the most beautiful, love,” in a tone that brooked no argument. While Sensha would disagree there, she was touched how deeply he felt for his symbolic wife.

As she turned and smothered the small lithe man in her breasts, embracing him tightly, Sensha hijacked the door cameras and watched Mocha settle onto the porch, her plate set on the plump swells of her thighs. For her, this was the most beautiful woman in the world, and she was about to try the food Sen had made her. The tauress didn’t want to miss this.

“After a few months with my bubby here, I decided to make it official. While we’re open to any of the sisters, or any other woman, Lucy is my real husband,” Duverre concluded, smothering the smaller man in kisses. Sensha couldn’t help but laugh at the both of them, her attention on the front of the house ruined for the moment as the cute pair’s antics took her mind from her radar.

“That’s amazing. I’m happy for you both,” she said, shaking her head and then refocusing. She was disappointed to find that Mocha had already taken her first bite, and that she’d missed it, when her senses were reestablished. She didn’t miss the redhead’s reaction, however. It was…peculiar. Mocha was… squirming, her cheeks tinged pink as she chewed and held her cheek with a single hand. Sen watched intently as Mocha touched her lips and then… Sen focussed on the sounds, even turning on the mic of the door cam to hear more clearly as Mocha moaned. “Soooo goooood~”

The sound was lewd, downright licentious in a way that had Sen’s cheeks burning and her body stirring in ways she hadn’t stirred in quite a while. She shifted on her hooves as she listened to moan after moan, watching Mocha squirm and pant in the rocking chair. She’d done that. She’d-

“Sen?! You okay, sweety P?” Duverre asked, suddenly very close and right in Sensha’s personal space. She could see the light dimples on the cow’s beautiful face, evidence of how much the sweet woman smiled. The tauress jumped in surprise, backing up and stammering for a moment, her face cherry red as she cut the radar in her mind and searched desperately for her composure.

“I uh… Yeah! I’m fine I just uh.. You two are really cute, is all!” she said, everything coming out awkwardly as she felt she’d been caught peeping and was now being judged a pervert. The excuse she’d thrown out seemed to work, though, as Duverre giggled and just pulled her into a hug, squishing tight to her midsection for a long moment.

The gorgeous cow chuckled at that, smiling up at Sen with a wide grin. “Well, y’all are welcome to join us. You’re both gals and I couldn’t say I don’t like your looks. Lucy may not be picky with who I invite, but I love having cute girls with us,” she said, before Lucaine could sigh and gently place a palm to his forehead.

“Please ignore my wife. She is trying very hard to get me to look at other women. I have no need of more partners,” the deep-voiced man said, uttering the most Sen had heard from him at one time so far.

“No! Don’t ignore me. A foursome would be fun! Wouldn’t it?” Duverre asked, looking hopefully at Sen as Lucaine shook his head and placed the still warm pie on the Island counter. “It could be so hot. You and Cha on my man?”

Sensha found herself stammering for a new reason as she found herself on the receiving end of a very awkward conversation. “I uh… Uh, no? I… I don’t know about Cha, but I’m a lesbian through and through. I'll have to uh… pass on a foursome, no offense,” she replied, adding in an awkward laugh at the end as she tried to figure her way out of this.

“”Phooey,” Duverre pouted, looking Sen over before putting a finger to her cheek as she thought aloud. “Well… Maybe just friends for now, then. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable. Back home it’s not something people get so touchy about. But Lucaine refuses to have a long talk on the matter.”

“I think that’s enough, dear,” Lucaine said, taking her free hand, leaning in and kissing it. The romantic gesture pulled Duverre’s mind away from Sen and Cha as she turned and started showering her husband in affection yet again. Sensha watched them, impressed with how well he could handle her, and just how forward she’d been. Sen had barely known this woman for ten minutes, and she was already being propositioned to… swing? She wasn’t sure what the term was exactly, but she knew she wasn’t ready for something like that.

Looking back to them, she found that Duverre was wrestling her winged hubby off of the ground and into a big embrace. The smaller man dangled in her arms, letting her shower him in kisses as though she did this regularly and there was no way out. It seemed like Duverre’s affections were quite the task to keep up with.

“How about we three have some pie?” Sensha volunteered to help save the man who had just saved her from his wife. “Cha likes to eat her breakfast quietly, so she’ll have some later,” she said, covering up her blunders as best she could and moving on.

The question got the couple to separate, Duverre letting Lucaine go, and the man dropping safely to his feet before straightening up and brushing the top he had on with his hands to smooth it out. Turning to her, Lucaine nodded before stepping to the Island to pull out a chair for his wife. Sen couldn’t help but think that the pair of them would make for very funny breakfast partners too.

—-

As it turned out, the pie ended up being fantastic. While Sensha didn't particularly like apple, she was impressed with the quality of the pastry. The small talk over breakfast never strayed back to the earlier topics, instead focusing on current events in the city. Apparently the casual violence in the streets outside of the house had been getting worse as of late. More super and mutated men and women were appearing, day after day, making demands of the police or the city.

None of those demands had ended up well. The enforcer of Neo Denver was apparently a legendarily powerful warrior. All threats against the city had been crushed utterly. Sensha found this to be interesting, as the enforcers in Dunning were 2 fold for a much smaller city, and while they were powerful, she'd never heard of them utterly crushing an enemy.

Sen almost expected Neo Denver to have 3 or 4 enforcers to cover the expanse. She didn't say as much, not wanting to drag out the conversation with the neighbors for too long. She could ask Mocha.

By the time the two were ready to depart, Mocha had slipped in from the front and brought her very clean dishes with her. Sen made sure to retrieve them from her before she could struggle with the sink, taking her own dishes as well and hand washing the batch. The two couples parted on the porch where they had met, Duverre promising to come and visit at least once a week while Sen and Cha got settled.