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POV: Joshua

When Joshua was 15 years old.

By his family's standards, he should have been out in the woods hunting, not walking to school.

Joshua couldn't see a future for himself in a school education. He was a wolf, and he had known clearly since he was a cub that he was a predator. He loved being a hunter. His ancestors had been hunters, and he would be one too. It was the family trade.

Yet, Joshua actually liked going to school. As long as he didn't have to take a leave of absence to help out with the hunt, he would show up.

He would drag himself out of bed early in the morning, wash his face, and scavenge whatever leftovers remained on the table from the night before. His father had passed away in the woods two years ago….gone in the truest sense of the word, meaning vanished without a trace. But wasn't that just standard for most hunters? To live in the forest, and ultimately die in the forest, or return to the wild. One day, Joshua might end up the same way, but he wasn't afraid of that.

What he actually feared was their current living situation. Even though his father, the head of the household, had left behind a decent inheritance, it was bound to run out eventually since there was no longer a hunter providing for the family. Joshua had to step up as the next head of the household, and right now, he was training as an assistant hunter under his uncle….Mav’s father.

Joshua’s hunter cabin was situated at the edge of the woods, in an area people referred to as the Outcast Zone. It was an excellent location for a hunting trade, but if he had to travel into town for school... he had to set out nearly twice as early as anyone else.

On the days he did go to school, Joshua would walk along the tree line, letting his mind drift with the rich scent of bark and soil, allowing the thrilling memories of tracking deer to play out in his head while his feet kept moving.

He had already submitted his application for membership to the Hunters' Association. His uncle said he should hear back soon. Joshua’s family had been hunters for generations; it was in the blood. His grandfather had even been the president of the Hunters' Association. Although he had passed away when Joshua was still a cub, his grandfather’s reputation was still widely talked about. It was no surprise that the blood in his veins cried out for the hunt.

Yet... he still went to school, arriving almost late every day…

Oh... wait, actually, some days he was just flat-out late.

The wolf wiped his shoes on the tattered mat in front of the wooden school building before clearing the three steps of the stairs in a single bound. His feet hit the wooden porch floor with a heavy thud. He walked past a group of boars gathered together bragging about their luxurious vacations, passed a flock of Starling birds huddled up gossiping, and turned into the classroom.

And there he found her... the single reason he even wanted to come to school.

She sat in the second row by the aisle, busy writing something in her notebook. The morning sunlight filtered in, catching her beautiful, wavy golden-brown hair, making it shimmer as if she were a princess out of a fairy tale.

He walked past her, trying his best to act aloof even though he was so excited his tail wouldn't stop wagging. In his head, he had practiced dozens of ways to greet the young sow class president, repeating them tens of times:

'Hey Samantha, you're the reason I even bother coming to school.'

'You're so beautiful, Samantha.'

'Can I walk you home this evening, Samantha?'

'You look just like a goddess, Samantha.'

'Do you want to go on a picnic this Saturday, Samantha?'

'You are so damn sexy, I'm losing my mind, Samantha.'

But no matter what he practiced in his head, what actually came out of his mouth every single day was always…

"Samantha," he nodded as he walked past her desk.

"Joshua," she nodded back to him, then looked back down to continue writing.

Once the greeting was out of the way, his mission for coming to school was officially complete. He might skip class in the afternoon... or hey, maybe he'd just skip the very first period? It all depended on when his gang gathered.

Joshua’s seat was in the very last row of the classroom. The good thing about it was... he could see every single move of everyone sitting in front of him. And his absolute favorite view was Samantha. He loved it whenever she stood up from her seat to do anything at all…..whether she was walking up to hand in assignments or shifting over to look at a friend's textbook. Just getting to watch those plump hips swaying back and forth... damn it, that ass, he wanted to tear into it and squeeze it so bad.

It was lucky—truly a stroke of luck—that she wasn't considered all that hot by the other males. Otherwise, he would have ended up mauling those rivals to pieces. In a classroom filled with young male wolves, panthers, porcupines, turtles, and various other species, Joshua was the only one whose eyes were dead-locked on the young sow, Samantha, at all times.

While skipping class, Joshua would hang out with his gang of fellow truants behind the shed, where the weathered walls and overgrown weeds hid them perfectly from the teachers' sight. Cutting class was great for him... well, to put it more accurately, it was great for business, because he got to sell tobacco to them, too.

"Hey, Joshua," Morrang waved in greeting. He was a large porcupine whose beautiful, long, black-and-white quills pierced right through the back of his brown sweater. Joshua had long wondered how the guy managed to put his clothes on in the first place.

"The usual for me," the large porcupine continued, followed by Roger, a black panther classmate, who called out, "Make mine five packs this time." Soon, the voices of the other gang members chimed in, shouting out their orders one after another.

Joshua nodded. He was a professional dealer, never letting his customers run dry. His tobacco was guaranteed quality, and he always kept enough stock to satisfy his friends' demands... though, come to think of it, to be more precise, these friends acted as his sub-dealers.

Well, yes... Joshua was the school's biggest tobacco dealer.

The wolf pulled a pouch of dried meat from the breast of his shirt and untied the string. Inside was a pungent batch of jerky. He pinched a few pieces with his fingers to chew on before grabbing the packages hidden beneath the dried meat. They were the tobacco pouches.

Joshua handed the tobacco pouches to each outstretched hand, receiving coins in return for the merchandise. He dropped the coins into his pocket.

"Pleasure doing business with you," the wolf smiled like a businessman, then sank down onto an empty patch of grass.

The secret trick to selling contraband was to sell it all out before getting caught. Joshua had always lived by this rule, and he had never slipped up or been caught once.

The wolf lit up one last tobacco roll, exhaling a long plume of white smoke into the sky before reaching into his pocket to count the coins once more.

The voices of the male animals chatting in the group drifted over sporadically, but he wasn't paying much attention.

"Who do you think is the hottest female in our grade?" Morrang turned to ask, his long, sharp quills pointing in the opposite direction. They could impale anyone standing too close, which was why Morrang always had to sit a bit further apart from the others.

Joshua wasn't paying close attention because he was focused on counting his money. The moment he heard the word 'hottest,' he answered automatically with the only name that was constantly in his head.

"Samantha."

The instant that name slipped out of his mouth, he realized he had made a mistake.

"The class president?!" Roger cried out, his voice so loud that the birds on the shed roof startled and took flight. "That fat pig sow? That's your taste, man?"

"But she's really nice," Joshua quickly interjected, trying to smooth over the situation.

It was only half true.

He did think Samantha was genuinely nice. He wouldn't have survived school this far if she hadn't constantly chased him down for his homework.

But the other half was that she also happened to be incredibly sexy. Damn it! That ass….he had never seen a female wolf with a backside like that. Come to think of it, he had never seen any female animal with a backside that captured his desire so perfectly. And her large breasts, too. Her quiet, saintly demeanor completely contradicted her explosive, stacked body.

Damn it, he really wanted to hunt her.

"But I heard Samantha is actually really popular among the pigs," a turtle in the circle chimed in.

"What?" Joshua's ears perked up instantly.

"My dad works at the Pig Association," the turtle said, lighting up the tobacco roll he had just bought. "She's the top choice for a breeding mate among the male pigs. That means she can easily pull a wealthy husband from a good lineage."

...Well, fuck... Joshua thought to himself.

The wolf knew very well that the pigs had a strict rule against dating or marrying outside their own species. He had never harbored any grand hopes of becoming her husband. He just... wanted to invite her out for a walk after school, or maybe go on a picnic together on a Saturday afternoon. Just the thought of resting his hand on Samantha's was enough to make his heart race. But the fact that she was highly sought after meant she was even further out of his reach. The sweet daydreams he had carefully painted in his mind shattered into pieces.

Joshua tried to force himself to give up on her.

He really tried. He forced his eyes to stare out the window whenever he caught himself staring at Samantha's voluptuous hips. Whenever she walked over to his desk, he had to hold his breath just to keep from inhaling her feminine scent. Every time he saw her smile, he would try to picture himself stomping through deep mud just so he wouldn't carry the image of her face into his dreams.

But in the end, he just couldn't do it. His subconscious kept driving him to steal glances at her backside anyway. He couldn't stop craving Samantha.

And from bad, things went to absolute ruin, because not only could he not get over her, but his desires began to leak into his actions. He stared at her so often that his friends were starting to get suspicious.

Whenever Samantha stepped near, the moment the scent of her female heat hit his nose, his mouth would water. Was he just imagining things, or did she actually come over to his desk more often than anyone else's? What would her voice sound like when she was groaning in bed? And those tits... he didn't dare look at her directly anymore; he could only bury his face on his desk. Otherwise, he might lose all control, pull her into his arms, and bury his face right between them.

Thank heaven he had the restraint to keep from putting his hands on her.

But in his imagination, he had touched her hundreds of times—both with tender gentleness and with raw, unbridled lust. He had possessed every single part of her in his mind. She was the one and only favorite thing inside his head.

And then, at long last, he finally got to touch her for real.

It was a particular weekend at the beginning of autumn. The air carried the scent of wet bark and mushrooms. Joshua was tracking the trails of small rodents, just as he always did during his hunts for the hunters' club. He hadn't expected to come across anything at all…..except...

Suddenly, a scent drifted along the wind, a scent he knew by heart. It was Samantha's scent. Joshua raised his head from the ground where he was tracking animal prints instantly.

What on earth was Samantha doing in the woods?

The wolf set off, following the origin of the scent until he caught the sound of flowing water in a stream. Her scent was coming from that direction. As Joshua pushed his way through the thick foliage, he spotted the young sow in a red hooded cloak, scooping up water from the stream to drink. She bolted upright in alarm when she heard the sound of a wolf stepping inside.

"Don't be afraid. It's me," he called out. His own voice sounded strange to his ears because it was softer than usual.

Samantha was lost in the forest; it was pure luck that Joshua had met her. He volunteered to lead her out of the woods. The wolf's feet nimbly leaped across the rocks in the middle of the stream toward her, extending his hand for her to grasp. "Come on. I'll take you out of here."

...I'll take care of you. I'd gladly take care of you for the rest of my life... Joshua desperately wanted to say those words too, but he didn't.

Now he had every excuse in the world to hold her hand, carry her, and support her body. Samantha's hand was nearly half the size of his. Her hand felt cold, though he couldn't tell if it was from the stream water or from fear. He squeezed her hand tightly, letting the warmth from his own hand comfort her.

The young wolf guided her along the slippery mud path that was covered in fallen leaves and exposed roots, drawing her body flush against his far more than was strictly necessary. At a spot where low-hanging branches bowed across the path, he stepped ahead to hold the branch up for her to duck under. In that brief moment as she stepped past, right next to him, the scent of her hair wafted straight into his nose. Joshua took a deep breath and held it in, as if trying to keep her smell inside him for as long as possible.

Every single time he touched her body, his heart would leap right up into his throat, and he had to force his breathing to remain steady.

When they had to cross a puddle, he could have easily just gripped her waist and lifted her across, but he chose to scoop her up in a classic bridal carry just so he could be closer to her than he was supposed to.

The real her was so much sweeter-smelling and softer than he had ever imagined. Getting to walk with Samantha that day felt like a dream come true for Joshua.

As the trees began to thin out and the town's skyline gradually appeared in the distance, Joshua knew they were getting close. Samantha slowed her pace. He didn't know if she was starting to tire out or if she wanted to stretch this final moment for as long as possible, but for the young wolf, it was definitely the latter.

When they reached the absolute edge of the woods, Joshua stopped and sent the young sow off right there. His territory was the forest, not the town.

He watched as she waved goodbye to him, telling him that they would meet again in the classroom. He didn't dare tell her that he wouldn't be returning to school. The Hunters' Association had accepted him. He had already dropped out of school to become a full-time hunter.

He watched her walk away until she completely vanished from sight.

...Goodbye, the only one Madonna of my heart...

*

Joshua let time heal his feelings for Samantha.

He spent the first three months just trying to stop brooding. By the sixth month, he had actually begun to believe he was finally over her.

He told himself that maybe it was just because he had a preference for thick-figured females. Many years later, he finally tried dating a female whose body type was close to Samantha's. He tried dating a thick, voluptuous white she-wolf.

She wasn't bad. Joshua's body responded well, and he made love to her until he came. Afterward, as the two of them lay flat on their backs side by side in her cabin, the candlelight flickered across the room, which had grown warm with the heat of their mutual desire. Joshua stared at the ceiling, listening to the she-wolf's breathing gradually slow to a steady, even rhythm.

The image of Samantha’s face from the last day they met flashed in his mind once more. And just like that, he found that his head was still filled with none other than Samantha. He finally realized that he didn't just like 'a thick female like Samantha' ….he was in love with ‘the thick female named Samantha’.

Hi there.

This is my favorite part so far. (There might be even more favorites in the future.)

While writing, I constantly felt how much Joshua loved Samantha. Perhaps he loved Samantha far more than she felt for him.

For me, Joshua is a green flag hero. They still have a lot to overcome, but I'm sure Joshua won't let go of Samantha again.