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Once class is over you and Parisia start your journey across the campus towards Pegasus House. It is a pleasant day, warm but not too warm as the sun shines down on the two of you from a clear blue sky. You talk along the way, Tara still perched on your shoulder as Miles wakes up and looks around but seems content to remain in Parisa's arms like a newborn baby... which makes you slightly jealous of how closely the little fella gets to snuggle to those huge breasts of hers.

You reach Pegasus House without incident, realizing this is the closest you have gotten to the place before as your previous attempt ended when Selena literally ran into you. You are curious to see what a place that is mostly dominated by women will look like compared to the more unisex surroundings you are used to. Your hopes for something radically different are quickly dashed as you discover the basic design is the same but most things are in the white, pink, and magenta colors of Pegasus instead of the black, purple, and dark green of Wyvern.

The one thing that does not disappoint is the fact that, as promised, almost every student you run into along the way is female. Tall women, short women, muscular women, thin women, overweight women, and every other body type in-between passes before your gaze as you and Parisa head for the second floor. The only other guy you notice along the way is a small young man in white robes being trapped against the wall by a woman who is dressed like a senior that has long, blue colored hair and a pair of elf-like ears. The woman is giving him quite the sultry look but you have no time to focus on other people's odds of getting lucky as you have your own companion to focus on.

"It's in here," Parisa says as she opens the door to her room, beckoning you inside with a nod of her head.

Once again, you find the basic design of the dorm room is much like your own save for the colors. Of course, the key difference is in the belongings of the occupants and that makes this room quite distinctive from your own. On one side of the room is a messy, unmade bed with books that mostly seem to be about fortune telling and various other forms of scrying laying on it. The night stand next to it has a picture frame containing Parisa with her arm around the shoulders of a cute-but-unremarkable girl with glasses, who you guess must be the roommate. Next to the bed is what looks to be some kind of bird stand but with a small couch in place of the perch. Tara seems to find this interesting as she instantly flies off your shoulder to sprawl out on it, giving a big stretch before settling in.

"That one folds out into a bed," Parisa says as she picks up a throw pillow and a towel on her side of the room and places them into an open cardboard box before setting Miles down into it as well, the kitsune quickly going back to sleep again, "but it's kind of expensive. Kelly was using one that didn't fold out until she got that for her birthday but her fairy seemed to like that one a lot too, so if Tara's taking to this one it should be fine."

Once done getting her own familiar settled in, she sits down on the edge of her bed. "And I know she didn't throw it out but I also thought she'd be back from class by now and I don't know where she put it and I don't wanna go through her stuff without asking..."

"I get it," you say, sitting down on a chair at the desk near the door, "How long do you think we'll need to wait?"

"It shouldn't be TOO long," Parisa replies, playing with the hem of her skirt nervously, drawing your eyes to her firm looking legs, "If you don't mind waiting... with me...?"

You smile softly and say, "Not at all."

Looking around the room some more, you observe Parisia's side of it. Her bed is made and there is less clutter overall but you notice that there is a picture on her nightstand as well, one that has a slightly younger looking version of herself, an older man and a woman with blue colored skin, pupil-less black eyes and fins on the sides and top of her head instead of hair. Is that Parisa's parents?

Noticing your gaze, Parisia looks a bit more nervous as she says, "That's my mom. She's a water nymph... but they did everything they were legally supposed to so they could be together and have me!"

You make a note to either look up in the library or ask one of your professors about what her reaction implies about the way different species are allowed to... interact. Aloud, your reply is, "Then they did the world good bringing a pretty daughter like you into it."

Parisa blushes at your compliment and she looks away to run her hand over the back of a different picture frame, one that is face down on the nightstand. "That's what he always said too," she sighs.

Somehow, you have a pretty good idea of who she is talking about. "Victor?"

She nods. "He can be really charming, when he wants to be," she says, "Especially when he wants something from you... or wants to use you."

Parisa suddenly discards her uniform jacket, stands up and starts walking towards you. In the position you currently are, this puts you at perfect eye level with her cleavage, your eyes drawn to her full mounds of flesh as she takes a few deep breaths. "Victor," she growls suddenly, "that little creep Artie... every guy just seems to think they can take what they want from me. Maybe... maybe it should be my turn."

You blink in confusion, not sure where she is going with this but not liking the determined look that has come over her face as she suddenly darts forward and wraps her arms around your shoulders... to **** your face full into her chest. "MMPH!" is all you can manage to get out as the warm softness presses against you... combined with an alluring, sweet smelling aroma that almost instantly starts making you dizzy.

"I... I saw, you know," Parisa says as she continues holding you tightly, "the way you were staring at my breasts on the first day. You like them... right?"

You want to say something along the lines of "They're very nice but this seems rather sudden" but again, all you can get out is, "MMPH!"

The longer she holds you against her, the stronger the smell gets and the fuzzier your thinking becomes. You know you should be pulling back... or fighting... or doing something other than letting your hands rest passively by your side as Parisa forcefully motorboats you. On top of that, she settles onto your lap, rubbing the crotch of her panties against the bulge in your pants as she coos, "I knew it. I bet you want me to take this top off, right?"

You make a half-hearted effort to pull back but the scent and sensations of her contact with you is making it hard to focus and, to your surprise, you find yourself nodding slightly in response and letting out a muffled, "Uh-huh."

"If I do..." Parisa all but purrs, "you have to promise you'll do something for me."

She pauses and, since your vision is dominated by tit flesh, you hear instead of see her licking her lips before she adds, "Will you... suck on them?"