Excerpt from "Shall We Dance? A Spontoonverse Tale" co-written by me and  Kythra featuring our characters in  Heywulf's Spontoonverse.

Here, we see Duncan and his lady Fleur, a French-Canadian heiress, during their first ever meeting. You may notice the considerable size difference - well, that's because of mixing in both their bloodlines. Duncan's mother comes from a Scottish clan founded by a Viking chieftain, a polar-bear (and a very big one at that), and Duncan himself manifests it fully at just over 7' feet tall. Fleur's great-grandmother was mink, hence her very slight stature and height of around 5' feet 3 inches. Not shown here is the copious amounts of musk both were shedding that night.

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Duncan knew better than to expect jazz music at a ball, and so it proved. No Charlestons or Collegiate Shags would be seen here. The orchestra, at a nod from Mrs. Brandeis, broke out into a waltz.

"You 'ave danced before, Monsieur Gunn?" Fleur looked up at him as they moved through the crowd. He couldn't meet her gaze.

"Only in classrooms."

Fleur's shy smile returned. "Moi aussi."

Hoping she wouldn't see the sweat breaking out on his forehead, Duncan led her onto the dance floor. He felt a small hand clasp his and pull it, with surprising strength, down to her waist. Duncan felt his blush return with a vengeance. His hand engulfed her whole left hip, and she pressed her body against his. He could feel her heat through their clothes, and the movements of her muscles. A pleasant scent, faint but unmistakable, hit his nostrils, and he looked down to see that Fleur was blushing furiously, a look of embarrassed mortification in her eyes. His face matched hers as he felt blood rush downwards, and saw her eyes widen as something bumped against her abdomen.

“Aw jeez,” he whispered. “I’m sorry, I-”

“Non.” Her slight, shy smile returned. “...I want to go on.”

Dancing the waltz with a partner barely two-thirds his height was no easy matter, but Duncan had practised dancing with both Teresa and Brigid. It was just a matter of adjusting here and there, even if it meant deviating from the original. Fleur had evidently had similar experiences, for she quickly caught on and began to mirror his moves perfectly. The twirl was simple - all he had to do was lift her up ever so slightly, just enough that she could clear his feet without seeming inelegant.