This story begins with a test run of the first time machine.  We find ourselves in the human dimension.  As we go down to the area known as area 51, we can easily see the test site.  There is a lone man walking into a large single person plane.  This character is Roger.  He is plain in appearance with his brown hair and average build.  He has an average height, average hairstyle, and average IQ.  He is little more than a test pilot.  A person who saw little more in his future than yet another failed time machine.  As he stepped into the contraption, he waved a joking goodbye at his friends.  

    Back in Exton, in the anthropomorphic personification furry dimension, there is a shooting star.  Strangely enough, instead of the standard whooshing sound, the people of the city instead heard "DDDDDDDDDDDAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNGGGGIIIITTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!"  The ironic thing is, since there is no way to tell whether or not the time machine really worked, even though it is an interdimensional transport, they scrapped the design and began on the next.  That next one turned into a submarine sandwich, the destination of which is unknown.  

Roger's journal entry 7

    It has been a whole week since they let me into their society.  It may have taken a few months in that lab of answering questions, but it was worth it.  That place was crazy.  I could have sworn that I say a banana moving through the walls.  If anything, though, it means I should probably try to avoid bringing food to Exo ind.  

    I have decided to try my hand at dating.  After all, it is not like going home is too likely, so I might as well make the best of it.  Who knows, it might be fun.  I might be absolutely uninteresting among human, but here I'm exotic.  

Roger's journal entry 8

    Well, I have a date.  I met her Exo ind.'s dating page.  Her name there is Cutecurves.  I'm guessing that means she is a bit curvy.  She is a bunny with a pretty face judging by the picture.  We are going to meet at a place called Regale.  I hear it’s nice.  The site says that it can serve anything in the world.  I’m just glad the menu is the same as back home.  When I came here I thought that seeing walking animals would mean no more hamburgers.  I thought about asking why meat is eaten here, but I figured it would be best not to.  

     Roger's journal entry 9

    Tonight’s the night.  I am all gussied up and I checked that manners work here.  I already dread dating internationally and it did not end well, imagine how nervous I am to date interdimensionaly.  She said to get a table at the restaurant and wait there.  

    Roger arrives at the restaurant.  After he sits down he is greeted by the head chef Cerise Fylin.  "Hello, Roger, I am told that you are expecting a date today.  I have decided to personally prepare all your dishes for tonight to make sure everything goes well.  Is there anything I can get you while you wait?"

    Roger knew that he would have to adjust, after all he is in a different dimension, but nothing could have prepared him for a red cat with a snake for a tail.  "Uhh---"

    "Oh that’s right, you’re the new guy, well don't worry you aren't hallucinating.  The snake is my tail."  said Cerise. 

    "I think your tail is trying to reach that tray behind you."  said Roger with a slight bit of worry. 

    "Oh, that snake is always trying to eat things behind my back.  Sadly all the food goes to me instead, anyway, is there anything you would like while you wait?" she replied.

    "Some water would be nice.  Thank you."



    A bit later, Roger was feeling nervous.  He has no idea what he is going to do.  How do you start a conversation with a bunny?  What if she is weirded out by my being human?  What if he made a bad carrot joke?  These questions and more raced across his mind as he sat there sipping at his drink.  However, the questions stopped when something strange happened.  After he put down the glass, little rings started to form on their own.  The ground felt like it was shaking a little.  As he looked around he noticed that no one else seemed to mind. 

    Perhaps this is normal, he thought as he returned to the water, when someone started to talk to him from behind.  "Roger, is that you, oh I have been so excited for this date.  So, how do I look?" 

    Roger turned around to his date he then said, "Why you look beautiful."  Although he reacted quickly, here is what when through his mind in that split second. 

    HOLLY MOLLY.  Don’t say anything stupid, don’t say anything stupid, don’t say anything stupid, etc.

    Standing before him is Jezebel.  She is a 7ft tall 600lb pink rabbit in a gorgeous dark blue strapless dress.  350lbs of that weight is in her rear and thighs.  Being a rabbit, she has big, thick, strong legs, especially the thighs.  Her rear can only be described as big.  She has a belly that’s about a quarter the sized of her booty, and her breasts are about each the size of her head.  Being seven feet tall, she pulls it off rather nicely. 

    After a slight giggle, and jiggle, she replied, "Thank you.  You look nice too."  She then proceeded to sit down.  As she did so, the seat creaked ominously.  It was one of those tables that are round and surrounded halfway by the continuous cushioned seats like in the really fancy bars.  When she settled in her upper belly was sitting on the table a bit.  "Oh, excuse me, do you mind if we move the table back a bit?"

    "Not at all."  Roger was terrified.  Not only by the fact that he is currently on a date with a giant bunny, but he could feel a slight disturbance in his wallet.  He could right off, she was hungry.  He hasn't exactly had a lot of time to build up a lot of spending money. 

    As the table was moved out from under her, the top half of her belly flopped back to join the rest of it.  "Oh, that’s better.  I swear, the restaurant tables get more and more off center.  So, what’s your name 'NewGuy?'"  That was his username on the site. 

    "I'm Roger, Roger Dent.  And what is your name?"  As he asked this, he started to calm down.  He also started to feel attracted to her. 

    "My name is Jezebel Donina."  The conversation began a bit unsteadily.  Neither of them are really any good at dates. 

    "Hello, I am Cerise, How may I help you tonight?"  She was a bit happier than when she met Roger.  She could tell that Jezebel was going to be a good customer. 

    "Could we see a menu please?"  asked Jezebel.

    "I am sorry, but we don’t use menus here miss.  We serve whatever you ask for.  So, what would like for appetizers and drinks?"

    Jezebels face lit up.  She was so excited.  She could ask for anything.  But what should she ask for.  Roger on the other hand panicked.  HOW MUCH WILL THIS PLACE COST! went through his mind, albeit with a few curses thrown in as adjectives that I would rather not place in this story for personal standards.  Roger was really hoping the food was free.  Jezebel, on the other hand, was salivating at the thought of what she could order.  Images were rushing through her mind of different foods.  In the end, she settled on asking for a plate of mozzarella sticks.  Roger had asked for a roll.  He wasn't about to tell her what to get, but he is darn well sure he's going to avoid bankruptcy as much as he can with his orders.  Roger selected a bottle of Sangiovese Wine, thinking it is the cheapest, he was wrong.  Way wrong.  It pays to know about wines. 

    "Alright then, I'll be back with your appetizers and drinks shortly."  Cerise then went off into the kitchen leaving the daters alone.  Since they both worked at the same company, they mainly chatted about the gossip from their ends of work.  The conversation seemed to be going well.  It was interrupted by the arrival of Cerise with the appetizers.  In front of roger, a standard sized roll with a slice of butter.  In front of Jezebel, A large plate of mozzarella sticks.  It is well garnished with lettuce and an ornate marinara dip cup in the center of at least twenty sticks.  Perhaps it was meant for a family.  "Please let me know if there is anything else you need, I will be back shortly to check up on you." 

    Jezebel did not hesitate to dig in, without forgetting the conversation of course.  She would pause every once in a while to eat a stick.  Roger, on the other hand, made his roll last.  He only began to butter the roll as she was already on her sixth stick.  As the conversation continued, they began to delve more into their personal lives.  "So, how long have you been here?" she asked Roger. 

    "Oh, not long, only a few a bit over a week.  It is definitely a place to adjust to.  So, what about you then?"

    "I’ve lived here in Exton my whole life.  What do you think of it so far?" she asked as she ate the last stick.

    "It’s a nice place.  Very colorful.  And the coastline is not that bad."

    The conversation was once again interrupted when a waiter removed the plates and Cerise asked, "Now, what would you like for the main course?"

    Jezebel was lost in her mind as she wondered what to get.  There was so much to choose from.  Chicken Cordon Bleu, Beef wellington, Chicken Parmesan, and many others danced in front of her mind.  As she gave out her order, Roger was seeing something else. 

    As he sat there, many things crossed his mind.  The first thought was proposed by his paranoia.  HOW MUCH WILL THIS COST!?

    The second thought was brought up by his curiosity.  How much can she eat?

    The third by his testicles.  How good is she is bed with all that beautiful flesh?  This last thought caused a pile up in his head as he tried to comprehend who invited the testicles to this train of thought anyway. 

    When he regained his composure, he waited patiently for her to finish, and then ordered a chef salad on the side of a standard filet minon and a baked potato.  He figured his bank account was doomed anyway, so he might as well enjoy it. 

    "Alright," said Cerise, trying to fit it all on the little notepad,” I will bring everything to you as it is prepared."

    After she left, the two daters got back to talking.  Although they are from different worlds, literally, they seem to have hit it off quite well. 

    Roger continued the conversation with, "So, Jezebel, what do you do at work?"

    "Well, I am one of the product testers.  It might be a dangerous job, but the benefits are amazing."

    "Why is it so dangerous?"

    "Because, the products fail most of the time."

    "I see.  Has anything happened to you?"

    "Just a little metabolism increase.  Nothing major.  So, what do you do Roger?"

    He wondered if she was giving him the whole picture. "Well, my job is nothing special.  It is kind of boring, but I am an accountant.  Not very interesting compared to a product tester is it?"

    "Hehe, it certainly sounds safer.  So, what do accountants do all day?"

    "Oh, nothing special.  We just make sure the money goes where it needs to go.  Most of it seems to be going to medical insurance.  That’s about it really.  So, have there been any good tests lately?"

    Jezebel giggled a little before she said, "Well, yesterday was a bit crazy.  It wasn't one of mine, but, they were testing something they call 'Intsa Cheese'.  It ended up filling the whole room with cheese.  All the lab rats had to be sent in to get rid of it."

    "Yikes, what happened to the rats?"

    "They got extremely constipated."




    Just then, Jezebel seamed to enter a trance.  As Roger followed her gaze, he saw a small procession of waiters carrying dishes.

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