The passage of time wears down all things has the sea against the shore. Some years ago a group of friends came to this pub and drank together the day it was legal for them all to do so. Ever since then it became a regular thing for them, but time wears all things down and today only Max Cecelia had managed to pull themselves away from their daily lives to renew their bond with drink this night. Max, a slightly small but normal human, sat at the bar with his best friend Cecelia, a giant anthro kangaroo standing over nine feet tall. The cost of getting clothes fitting her legs meant that she never wore anything more than a shirt, leaving great quantities of plain brown fur visible. They were an odd pair. The massive Cecelia had always stood out in this part of the world and shrunk behind her human friends for shelter from the stares she constantly got wherever she went. Max, on the other hand, was boastful and exuded confidence constantly despite his diminutive stature. Cecelia mostly remained quiet as max went on like he normally did. He could talk about the weather and she would hang off every word.
 
 
In the warm atmosphere of the bar the two sat and chat. Well, Max chatted. Cecelia was much more quiet than usual, and drinking much more than usual. She had long had an interest in Max, and being alone with him was making her nervous. As usual Max was oblivious carrying on about any random thing that seemed to drive the one-sided conversation, a little bit of alcohol helping to ease his mind of any worries about his friend. Once properly drunk enough Cecelia used Max taking a drink to ask the question that had been lingering on her mind.
 
 
“What do you think of cross species dating?” She asked quietly, the drunken blush disguised her embarrassed blush.
 
 
Max finished his drink without reacting. Clunking it down on the table with a satisfied sigh. “What?” Max replied, shaking his head slightly as slowly his inebriated brain caught up with what she had said. “Oh. It’s cool girl!” He said up at her with a drunken smile. “You go out with whoever you want to. This is the new age of peace and love. We all live and love together now. Cast out those old inhibitions and go after that person you’re looking at!”
 
 
It was so like Max to go on and on about something when he’s tipsy. His encouraging words put a smile on Cecelia’s muzzle, and gave her the courage to finally confess to him. But just as she just started to speak he dashed that courage.
 
 
“Though it’s really not for me.” Max continued, and he wasn’t finished. “I mean I have nothing against anthros, I mean you’re my best friend.”
 
 
Max gave Cecilia a friendly elbow not noticing the pained expression on her face. “But I just can’t see myself with one romantically or physically. Kissing and sex. I just can’t see myself doing it.”
 
 
“Oh… Okay.” Cecelia was fighting very hard to keep her emotions hidden and was managing it despite her intoxication. Her sadness turned to anger. She slammed her hand on the bar calling for the bartender to fill her another massive glass. Maybe it was the tone of her voice or how hard she slammed the counter but something got through to Max.
 
 
“Hey Cece is something wrong?” Cecelia did not respond, and did not look at him. Max shook her arm slightly. “Cece what’s wrong?” Cecelia’s new drink arrived and she reached to take it with the arm max was currently holding onto, doing her best to ignore him. Grabbing onto her arm with both hands and shaking as she picked up her mug. “Cece! What’s wrong!” He pleaded again.
 
 
Finally snapping, Cece rounded on Max with a snarl. But when she did her full mug sloshed over, and a wave of beer washed over Max.
 
 
The human recoiled.
 
 
Cecelia was stunned her anger completely forgotten. Literally dripping in beer from head to toe Max shook his arms and move his wiping his sopping hair out of his face but it did nothing to alleviate his current state. Without a word he rushed into the bathroom.
 
 
Cecelia left in hot pursuit, forgetting in that moment not to hop. Loud bangs literally shaking the bar has she went. She did not pause has she fallowed max into the men's bathroom, fortunately there was no one else there. Not seeing Max, she went up to the closed handicapped stall
 
 
“I’m so sorry Max I didn’t mean it!” She called pleadingly through the door.
 
 
“It’s fine Cece these things happen.” His use of her nickname eased her fear. “Here, hold these.” A wet mass of cloth fell onto her head. The smell of beer was thick in her nose. It was Max’s clothes even his underwear, sodden so thoroughly it was doubtful it could ever be cleaned out.
 
 
Cecelia nearly dropped the clothes in surprise. “Max! What are you doing?”
 
 
“Getting clean. Can you pass me some damp towels please?” He was surprisingly calm about it. Cecelia quickly stuffed the underwear back into the other clothes and wrapped them all into a ball. She quickly did what he asked handing him three then going to get more, noting his shoes sitting on the floor outside the door. “And what will you do when you’ve wiped all the beer off yourself?”
 
 
“I’m going to ride in your pouch and you’re going to take me home.” He said simply. There was no hesitation or embarrassment in his voice.
 
 
“What!?” exclaimed Cecelia. Her blush was back with a furry. Max did not understand what he was demanding of her. To exploit the intimacy that should only be shared between a mother and her joey.
 
 
“Come on Cece your pouch must be a million times more comfortable than those beer soaked clothes and it’s a long ride back home please do this for me.”
 
 
She would admit the clothes were revolting just to touch, the thought of him walking home in them would be cruel. The extreme guilt over causing this situation eventually won out over her trepidation. “Okay Max, but you can’t tell anyone about it!”
 
 
“Great!” Max opened the door exposing himself completely naked to her. He had no shame. “Okay I’m ready let’s go Cece.”
 
 
Cecelia however blushed and quickly averted her gaze. Stepping up to the doorway holding her pouch open for him. The lip was about waist height for him and he easily stepped one foot into it. She shuddered as max entered her pouch. The sensation was completely new to her, but the sensation of his warm skin within her awoke new feelings. And she liked it. She liked it a lot. Max was struggling to get his other leg in so Cecelia lifted him by the armpits, hoisting him up from the ground with ease. He slipped his other leg in and she lowered the little human the rest of the way into her pouch slowly, the lip curling around the contours of his body smoothly. Her pace was not really to give the human time to get comfortable but because it was sending feelings of satisfaction she had never experienced before.
 
 
When he was all the way in and she had withdrawn her hands, her pouch closed on instinct. Max squirmed at the sudden tightness of his enclosure. A shiver run up her back in the moment. Despite the pleasure Cecelia rubbed at Max's head contoured against the fur of her lower belly.
 
 
“Easy now Max. Please don’t draw more attention than we have to now.” She told him softly. That seemed to calm him. His squirming stopped and he only wiggled for a moment more before falling still. Cecelia patted his head, rubbing over her fur to straighten it out and better conceal the form of her friend, collected his clothes and shoes together, and left. With a deep blush on her face, Cecelia paid their bill and left as fast has she could without drawing any more attention to herself. It seemed her earlier display had not been as dramatic as the place was used to, and nobody paid her any heed as she quickly scarpered out the door.
 
 
Now was the matter of getting home. Due to her anatomy and just sheer size, she was not able to use cars. Fortunately, her own legs were able to propel her at speeds of over 60 mph when she got going, and there were routes for her form of travel around the city. She began hopping to build up speed, slowly at first, fully aware of her passenger held tightly against her body. She really hoped Max wouldn’t get sick. Cleaning vomit out of her pouch would not be a pleasant experience.
 
 
But Max didn’t seem to mind the hopping, and barely moved at all when she got going. The new weight pulling at the skin of her pouch reignited the feelings she had felt stowing Max away. It crept over her mind and threatened to overcome most of her reasoning. It succeeded once she got out of the city proper and could really get going without having to watch for other pedestrians all the time. Most of her reasoning lost to just feeling the weight bounce up and down inside of her. It was a surprise even to herself when she stopped at her own house, having passed Max’s miles before.
 
 
“Oops, forgot to drop you off.” She said more to herself than Max. “Well it will be easier for you to just stay with me tonight and then go home in the morning.”
 
 
Cecelia stepped inside, rubbing over his head with one paw as she closed the door. Max seemed to have fallen asleep. At least he didn’t react to Cecelia coming to a sharp stop or to her gentle petting over his head. But she was in no hurry to wake him.
 
 
Cecilia threw his clothes into the wash for a cycle on their own, and his shoes upside down in the tub. Letting loose a massive yawn Cecelia got herself ready for bed, and without thinking jumped into her bed like she usually did. Landing belly first onto Max seemed to have woke him. He trashed about has much has he could with her considerable weight him. “Opsie!” Cecelia giggled then rolled over, letting her pouch open a bit. “Looks like I woke the joey.”
 
 
Max shoved his head out of the pouch gasping for breath. “Cece, wha? Is this your house?” He panted, as he tried to squirm out further but could not fit his shoulders through the taut opening. “Why can’t I-” but was cut off by Cecelia placing her hand over his mouth.
 
 
“Sssssssh, now little Maxy.” Cooed Cecelia. “It’s time for sleep now.” She placed her other hand on top of his head. “Now back in you go.”
 
 
With nought but a muffled shout his head was pushed back into her pouch which sealed closed again. Max thrashed against the surrounding flesh sending tingles of satisfaction up Cecelia’s spine giving her a pleased smile and the occasional happy moan. Her face again becoming flush, she laid back into the bed and basked in the glow, drifting into a deep sleep.
 
 
During the night, a finger or two would emerge from her pouch, pushing at the tight rim, feeling for anything to grip to. But the flesh would not yield even an inch to them. With the addition of her new joey, the pouch settled into its natural place, encasing him within a tight protective cocoon. It rounded out his features with cushions of fur and flesh, reducing his once obvious struggles to subtle impressions through the skin. His protests went unheard by Cecilia’s comatose mind or the muscles of her body as it forced him to stay as a joey should.
 
 
To be continued...