Stay in the field

"Here sounds nice," you whisper, breathless, as your heart begins to race. You have some experience with guys -- girls, too, for that matter -- but this is virgin territory, metaphorically speaking. The horse leads you back out into the field, away from the road. Soon, the flickering violet light is lost to sight as you slip into a modest grove of aspen trees, their pale trunks gleaming like bare bones in the starlight. The ground is soft, covered in a thick layer of old leaves and moss.

"Wait," you say, as something occurs to you. "We don't have any lube or condoms."

Zayne chuckles and reaches into his jacket pocket, pulling out a small bottle. "Never leave home without it," he says. "Condoms, though...I can't help you there. They don't make 'em in my size. You don't have to worry, though. Furs were engineered to be resistant to all forms of disease. Made us better soldiers if we couldn't get sick."