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a REAL "disclaimer".

First, the important part, that I really want my readers to get the hang of. The whole thing is purely fictional. The main character, Samantha Baker has not the slightest resemblance to me. She is a literary figure. An artifical person. Entirely.

This story contains explicit depictions of sexual actions between fictional, anthropomorphic persons. (I know, thats what you where hoping for when clicking the link. ;) ) If you are offended by such content or not of legal age in your area to view such stuff: Don't do so.

Those furries will be of different genders, species and ages 15+. You'll find solo passages of both genders. You'll find straight and queer passages. You'll find bi passages with more than two participants. Most characters are bi or at least open to that. So the story series is meant to enjoy those who are bi or open to that. If the thought of any certain gender combination yucks you, the overall storyline probably is not the one for you. But maybe you'll enjoy those parts featuring your interests as a bunch of yiffy short stories. For that purpose I will markup every part properly.

Enough of the talk! Enjoy reading and let me know if you do.

Shalimeth

Chapter 2

Lina's Luck

It was late sunday morning and the soft light of the november-sun filtered through the yellow curtains of Linas room. At this time both of us were fifteen and at this very moment we were cuddled up in her bed, awoken but not yet gotten up.

When we had been 13 or so her original bed was getting a bit small for the two of us. So Marian, her Mom, had offered me the guests room a couple of times. Not long after she had ceased doing so, since I had refused it anyways and rather had piled up ontop of Lina than sleeping separated from her. Instead she had bought a larger bed for Lina that offered enough room for two growing up girls. Marian is -right after mine, of course- the best mom in the world.

So, we lay there, lazily cuddled up und doing pretty much nothing but enjoying the other's presence, like often. This was not yet the time we enjoyed our presence in a naked and hot way. Both of us had our pyjamas on. Hers was a unicolor yellow one that contrasted well to the her fur that I came to love so much. Mine was of dark blue fabric, showing some silverish moons and stars. Ocassionally one of us tried to get a conversation running, but basically both of us were to occupied with comfyness and laziness to start a real chat.

But finally a soft knocking at the door disturbed the peace. The door opened a little and her moms head popped in.

"It's Felix, your cousin," she said with a smile, and carefully flipped a cordless phone towards us, landing it softly on our blankets. "I think you'll love what he has to tell you!"

With that riddle on her lips Marian disappeared as quickly as she had come. We looked at each other, a bit puzzled, then she remembered her cousin at the phone and picked it up.

"Lina here, hello Felix," she spoke.

I could not understand what he was saying, so I was bound to what Lina said.

It began with just the average chitchat one would expect of two distant relatives who had not talked for a long time. How are you, good, hows school, annoying, hows family, annoying, and so on, and so on.

In the meantime my attention was overwhelmed by the same comfyness and laziness that had occupied me before Marian had knocked. I just lay there cuddled up against my sitting Lina, unable to focus my sleepy mind on what she was talking. Wasn't too interesting, anyways. Not until Lina burst out.

"WHAT!? NoNoNo, you're kidding, Felix," she exclaimed in obvious delight. In an instant I was pretty much awake, immediatly infused with her sudden agitation. "Mr. Waller already agreed? You're the best, the best, the best!" Lina fidgeted around like a child at combined christmas and birthday.

My initial eagerness slowly dissipated into anxiety. If our principal Mr. Waller had been involved, it could only be for permitting a leave of absence. Together with Felix' whereabouts and the tremendous amount of joy Lina was expressing the very moment, this only let my draw one conclusion: Lina would go away for at least a couple of days, probably more. Suddenly I felt an equally unfair and strong dislike of Felix, whom I had never met and rarely heard of. How could he dare to take away Lina from me?

The next shock hit me when dates where discussed. Instinctively I curled up around Lina's body, like a little girl who wants to protect her doll from her brother. Holding her tight to make sure no one could steal her from me, my terror grew. "Next weekend" I heard her say, followed by "5th of december".

She could not possibly mean that. No way, I would not let that happen. Four weeks? Never. Never Ever. Don't think so. No!

Soon I was so much caught in my spiraling thoughts of fear, loss, lonelyness and anger that I did not realize her ending the talk to Felix. From todays point of view, this very moment is an early but definate proof of the deep love I felt and feel towards her. But on this novembermorning I did not realize.

"I'm going to be the leading actress in an ice-skating musical," she told me, filled to the brim with enthusiasm and agitation. Before I really comprehended and awoke from my thoughts she blurted on: "The original actress broke her leg in a hockeymatch, and Felix suggested me as replacement for her."

Later I always felt pity and shame for not being a better friend and just be happy with her, but I only managed to mutter: "What about me? Leave me alone all the time?" Then I welled up into tears and grabbed her even tighter, burying my muzzle in her side, sobbing like the little girl who'd failed protecting her doll.

Lina was a much better friend than me, lay down closeby, embracing me with compassion and soothed my stirred temper with comforting words. Even now, many years later, the mere thought of that embrace makes my heart beat faster. This very moment was the culmination of a change in both our relationship and our development as individuals. This was not a hug of befriended children, but a compassionate embrace of growing up teenagers who had spent their young lives together.

Albeit not yet erotic, her warmth felt absolutely different from the many times I had enjoyed it before. When her paws slipped under the shirt of my pyjamas, as they'd done many times before, a sudden, spinetingling sensation overwhelmed me, eliciting a gasp from my lips. Lina held my back, soothing a sadness which had just been replaced with bewilderment and surprise.

Frantically trying to get hold of my feelings and understand what in God's name was just happening I answered the deep embrace and whispered with broken voice: "I... I am Ok, Lina. That is great news, I am happy for you. And I am sorry, I did not want to spoil your joy."

When my paws ran over the brushed up fur of her back I was sure not to be the only one who suddenly felt different. Once more silence overcame us. It was a silence of suspense, of mutual puzzlement as well as mutual agreement. Holding each other we got lost in reverie, accepting and enjoying the new feeling, even though not comprehending it.