Emily busied herself around the kitchen as she waited the few final minutes for the pie to cook. Her mother had always told her to make the best impression possible, and she was going to be damned if she didn't bring that pie over the freshet it could possibly be. What did it matter if that meant doing the cleaning now instead of taking a breather? You only got to meet new neighbors once.

And what a thing that was, having neighbors. She'd lived here for four years with houses on either side empty 24/7. It was a lonely existence for someone who'd grown up in the intimate setting of small town Americana, made worse by the fact most of the houses in the neighborhood were deserted save for a few old couples. Her little gated community was supposed to be real real estate, but old Malcolm Gladwell wasn't willing to sell to anybody after the market crash plummeted the value. It would be good to have some friends younger than 6- oh the pie was done.

After scooping up her housewarming gift from the oven, she checked her hair, making sure the blond curls hadn't gotten out of sorts as she cleaned. Perhaps she looked a bit too domestic in a long dress and carrying a pie while wearing oven mitts, but she thought she pulled it off as well as she did her little black dress.

A short walk over, a hand waved at an annoying wasp, and a knock on the door brought her to her current situation, as the door opened to reveal her new neighbors, surprisingly three women.

Standing in the middle of the threesome was a youngish looking woman with dusky skin and black hair. She was dressed in a tight white blouse that seemed to display cleavage more out of its frustrated owner giving up than any intentional display. On her right was an older white woman with long brown hair and a definitely well toned body showcased by her current attire of a sports bra and leggings. The sheen of sweat she had suggested that she'd been working out or moving furniture before Emily had knocked. The final woman was a short Chinese woman with glasses and hair in a tight bun. She was also dressed like she'd been in the middle of physical activity, but her sports bra seemed a little askew, showing perhaps a bit more than she'd been intending. An odd sweet salty smell wafted from the room. Perhaps the woman in the middle had been cooking something?

A little embarrassed at how she seemed to have caught the trio out of sorts, Emily pushed forward the pie and gave her brightest smile.

"Hello, my name's Emily. I live next door and I thought I'd bring over a housewarming gift and meet the new neighbors. If you're not busy I actually have some time to chat."

"Hello, my name's Emily. I live next door and I thought I'd bring over a housewarming gift and meet the new neighbors. If you're not busy I actually have some time to chat." The older woman smiled warmly. "Hi Emily, I'm Leila and that's my wife Jasmine and sister-wife Fei. Why don't you com in and we'll all share some of your pie."

"Okay - wait? Sister wife?" This time it was Fei who answered, "Yes, mist-Jasmine is a futanari and we are both her futawives. I hope you aren't one of those types who gets judgy about that."

Jasmine took that opportunity to speak, "Look Leila and Fei have been eager to meet the neighborhood, but we just finished moving in and I don't want you to be uncomfortable."