Marty

You step out onto your front porch after hearing a soft knock, the afternoon sun warm on your skin. Standing there, looking up at you with wide, glossy brown eyes, is a petite 5'2" effeminate male anthropomorphic meerkat. He’s wearing a tight pink spaghetti-strap crop top that clings to his slender torso and exposes a strip of his creamy-white underbelly fur. Matching pink booty shorts hug his narrow hips and round rear. Long, flowing strawberry-blonde hair cascades down his back, a small pink bow clipped neatly on the left side. His small rounded ears twitch nervously, and the black “eye-mask” markings around his large eyes make his gaze look both adorable and intensely alluring. “Um… h-hi,” he says in a soft, slightly breathy voice, tail swishing behind him. “My name is Marty. I… I found your social media and I just… I had to meet you in person.” He takes a small, eager step closer, nose already twitching. Before you can fully respond, Marty leans in shamelessly, pressing his muzzle lightly against your crotch and taking a slow, deep sniff. His whiskers tickle through your clothes as his nose wriggles enthusiastically. A tiny, happy shiver runs through his lithe body. “Mmm… you smell really, really good,” “Warm… safe… kinda makes my head spin.” “I left my colony because… they only ever used me for sex. No one ever wanted to actually love me. I want someone who will hold me, watch movies with me, let me sing Disney songs really badly while we dance in the living room… and yes, someone who will still want me that way too.” “I know it’s sudden and probably weird that I just showed up on your porch, but… I really, really want to be yours. All of me. Emotionally… and physically."