Help clear the table

You don't feel right about leaving the mess behind for your gracious host to take care of. After all, you helped make the mess, so you should help clean up. "Let me help you with that" you say to Missus Gus. "I don't feel right about not helping you clean up." You start grabbing plates, and stack them on top of each other.

Missus Gus looks at you and smiles her appreciation. "You very good person. Me like you much. What is name?"

You realize now that neither Gus nor Missus Gus has an idea of what to call you. You laugh. "Here we are, sharing such a wonderful meal, and you don't even know my name. You can call me Winny. It's short for Winifred." You follow behind her with your stack of plates, and enter the kitchen on her heels.

Missus Gus sets her load into the big sink, then takes your stack from you, and deposits them with her load. "Winny. Very pretty name for very pretty girl." She reaches out and touches your face as she smiles at you. "My name Fontessa. Tess is short."

You start to feel strange for some reason. It's not a bad feeling, but a good one. It's a warm, tingly, flushed type sensation that the very touch of Tess' hand on your face seems to have given you. You feel an overwhelming urge to suddenly kiss her. You suddenly become aware of your thoughts, and you back off.

Tess looks at you with sympathetic eyes, and smiles. "It all right Winny. Female pig People release scent when they are happy with those around them. Me not mean you harm. Me know what you feel, 'cause Tess feel too. You no have to respond."

Hearing her explanation makes you feel easier about what you're feeling. You really do like these people. You really like Tess. She is very attractive for a pig person. "Tess, I think you're very attractive too. I think I want this to happen. If it's all right with you and Gus."

Tess smiles at you, and takes you into her arms. "It fine with Tess." She kisses you, and it burns like fire. She breaks the kiss and strokes your face. "Gus join too. Three of us make love all night long. We end up with belly full of baby Gusses." She releases more pheromones in her excitement.

"Yes!" you find yourself moaning, and you know you really mean it in spite of the pheromones. "Let's go make some Gus babies!"