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The holiday season came and went, bestowing me with a number of new gifts, as well as a tent and some other outdoor gear I couldn't wait to try, but there had been a few snowfalls recently, and the ground still had a sheen of it... all of it meant no testing that particular gift.

But the date of the slumber party was approaching, and I knew I had to come up with *something*. I could also try just sneaking out, but I wasn't prepared to be quite that blatant about it. Finally, in the middle of doing my math homework, inspiration struck.

"Hey, Mom?" I called out, stepping away and into the living room. "You know Ginger has a that covered porch in their backyard... could I try camping out there? I really wanna see if the new sleeping bag actually *works* in the cold...."

... an hour later ...

Okay, maybe not particularly *good* inspiration, considering how much persuading and bargaining I had to do, but at least this way the game wasn't gonna be up the moment they wondered where I might be.

Even if it did mean I was going to be up to my eyeballs in homework for the next week, making sure I aced my next pair of tests - math and history. My ears tucked back at the thought of it.

Still, the week came and went, and I brought home my test scores with tail-wagging satisfaction. Even my teachers had been rather taken aback with my studiousness; I wasn't usually a *bad* student, but my grades also usually weren't quite that stellar. I'm glad they didn't know how to motivate me the way Ginger did! My parents agreed to let me stay over, and - to my profound relief - didn't check with Ginger's parents, simply assuming that they'd be in. After all, we spent a lot of time together growing up, so it's not like I was visiting a stranger's house. And I certainly felt no need to volunteer any of the other details!

It was just before dark on Saturday when I made it to Ginger's house, with her parents having already left. Rather than knocking on the front door, I slipped around to her back yard where the entrance wasn't as well-lit, carrying my backpack, tent, and sleeping bag with me. I didn't really expect to use them, but I couldn't very well leave them home, and I would have to make them look at least somewhat used. Steeling myself, I set them down on the porch and knocked on the rear sliding door.

After a brief delay, the porch light flicked on and I saw a pair of eyes peer through the vertical blinds, then a familiar grin as Ginger unlocked the door and waved me in, turning the light off again. "Timber! You made it!" she said with a delighted whisper, hugging me - and finding more of me to hug than she expected. "...What's all this?"

I grinned, hugged her back with my tail wagging, and said in a quiet voice to match her whisper, "Yeah. I'm here, uh, 'camping' out on your porch to test my new gear," I explained. "And it took a week's worth of hard work to be here, so I hope--" I was interrupted by the sounds of other steps, and I looked over, suddenly worried it was Ginger's parents, but the sound of the steps were wrong. Carrie gave me a shy but friendly wave, and I grinned back at her. "Hey, Carrie," I said, waving to her. Then I glanced at Ginger. "Um... why are we whispering?"

Ginger giggled softly, then spoke again, her voice a little more conversational but still soft. "I dunno. Just feels like we should be whispering. Maybe it's a slumber party thing. C'mon." Both Ginger and Carrie were wearing long nightshirts, already changed for their 'slumber party' before her parents left. Ginger's was a pale blue, while Carrie preferred lavender, both of them descending down to their knees. I couldn't tell, but I was pretty sure they were still wearing panties, too. When she extended her hand to me, I took it after setting my other stuff down, and the three of us went upstairs into her room.

I'd seen Ginger's room before, of course. Her pillow-top bed was in one corner, tucked up against two walls. A few movie posters on the walls, a window facing the rear yard with the curtains drawn, a dresser, a writing desk, a currently-closed closet. The floor was a laminated hardwood, firm while resisting claw-scratches, but her area rug was folded up and put in a corner. In place of that were a constellation of towels, probably just about every one she could get her hands on. Layered and layered again, protecting the floor and making it softer to stand on. I was puzzled at first, and then understood, giggling. "Getting ready for a leaky roof?" I teased.

Ginger giggled back, while Carrie actually showed a blush of her own. Her whiter fur made both the pink of her ears and a faint coloration of her cheeks visible. "Something like that," she said. "Wait here, you two." She winked at both of us, then slipped back downstairs. I already had a feeling of what she was up to, but it gave me some time to visit with Carrie. I knew her well enough to say hi to, but I hadn't really gotten closely involved with her before.

Settling down on the towel-rug, I extended my hand to her. "Hi," I said with an easy grin, my tail wagging a couple of times. "I'm Tim." Carrie fidgeted a bit, looking at me, then smiled and took a seat facing me, her long, nutmeg-brown tail resting off to one side. She extended a hand to take mine and gave it a short shake.

"I'm Carrie," she introduced herself, then made a little nickering sound of a giggle. "Tho' you already know that." I nodded with a soft little yipping giggle of my own.

"Uh-huh. Still, it's best to be polite!" I declared, my tail wagging a couple of times. As I looked her over, I was sort of struck by how she was pretty too, but in a different way. Her longer muzzle, almost inviting a caress of fingers. The different shape of her nose, the liquid sky-blue of her eyes, the way her shirt dangled down her body and puddled in her lap. Her long, coltish legs tucked to one side, ending in hooves... yet despite that, she could move nearly as quietly as Ginger could, or so it seemed. I could see her studying me in turn, probably aware that I was the most dressed of anyone. "So how'd you get your hands on this, uh, dia, dia-wreck--"

"Diuretic," Carrie corrected me with another nickering giggle. "It was left over from other stuff. It was my mom's, but... I think she might use it other times, too," she admitted with a blush. "This bottle wasn't empty, but I could tell it was newer." She fidgeted, taking her shirt in her fingers. "Um. I've never spent the night with a boy over before," she said quickly, getting that over with as her blush deepened. "And my parents... don't like wolves very much," she said, looking embarrassed.

I waved it away with a little smile. There were exceptions, but some grudges held, old stereotypes and stuff. "It's okay," I reassured her. "I'm just glad I could make it over."

We chatted for a few minutes more, getting to know one another a little better now that the initial awkwardness was passed. We where sharing our mutual dislike of one of the teachers when we heard Ginger coming back up the stairs, carefully cradling three glasses and stepping through the open doorway. I started to move to help, but she shook her head, stepping over and handing me one of the glasses, then Carrie. She sat down with her own, forming a little circle with us on the towels.

As I looked dubiously into the glass - I could tell it was apple juice by the scent alone, with just the slightest bit of a medicinal tang - Ginger spoke up again. "So here are the rules," she began, her tailtuft thumping the floor. "We all drink all of it. Timber, take your shorts off," she added, glancing at me, "But everyone's underwear stays on." He grin turned mischievous. "No matter what, until there's a winner. And the winner is the last one that's dry." I blinked at her, then looked at Carrie, then the two of us giggled.

"Well... okay, if that's the way you want it," I decided, going along with it. I should have brought backup underwear, but at least my shorts were likely to stay dry. Standing up, I undid the front of my shorts, pulling down the zipper and pushing them off of my hips, exposing my underwear as I sat down again. "What about shirts?"

Ginger thought about this as Carrie watched me with slightly widened eyes. I couldn't avoid noticing the way she glanced between my legs, and I wondered if she'd ever seen a boy before. Then Ginger decided, "Shirts can stay on or off, up to you."

I nodded along with the filly, and settled back, leaving my shirt on for now. We all picked up our glasses, smiled at each other - with various amounts of bashfulness, knowing what was likely to happen - then all tossed back our drinks, emptying the cups. Once they were all drained and set down, Carrie looked at both of us, then made another one of her shy-sounding nickering giggles. "So, umm... now what? Do we just sit here and, uh, wait?"

"How long does it take to work?" I asked right away, curious. So far I didn't really feel any different, of course. Just a belly full of sweet apple juice and not much else... aside from a little quiver of anticipatory anxiety. This was a new thing for me, too, to spend a night alone with Ginger like this, much less with company. We'd done so when we were younger, but always chaperoned, and that was a bit before we started getting interested in each other.

Carrie spoke up with a shy smile. "Not too long. Maybe a half-hour or so."

Ginger and I nodded, and the three of us started filling the time with visiting. Ginger explained why she called me Timber, I shared how we kinda got started with all of this - to Ginger's blushing chagrin and Carrie's high-pitched mirthful giggles - and a handful of other stories. Some from Carrie, too, explaining how she'd found the sweet-flavored bottle and taken a swig before going swimming, and the mess -that- made in their outdoor pool.

I hadn't known Carrie all that long, but I could feel her fitting in. A little shy but friendly and wanting to share her stories, the growing friendship between her and Ginger obvious as I watched, and growing with me, too.

It was a perfect time to play card games, or even a board game or something, but we ended up just visiting instead. Not a lot of gossip about boys, but still discussion about school, too, filling me in on some things I hadn't known - mostly involving what other students had gotten up to - and I shared a few tidbits of my own.

It was closer to forty-five minutes when I felt the first warning twinge, my bladder feeling uncomfortably full all of a sudden. I tried not to draw attention to it, though I must have given something away from the shift of my attention to Ginger and Carrie, as the lioness picked up on it. "Feeling a little full, Timber?" she teased, her tail giving the towels a little thump.

I rolled my eyes, but nodded. "A bit. But I'm good," I lied confidently, or at least tried. I *was* feeling kinda bloated, and wondered if I really had a chance of winning this. Of us, only Carrie had experienced it before, so it was a new thing for me, and Ginger too. "How about you two? Any leaks?" I smirked.

Ginger gave me a quick show of her teeth in a challenge, then snickered. "You'd like us to lift up our shirts and see, wouldn't you," she teased back. "Naughty wolf. Staring at our underwear like some kinda pervert!" She winked as she said that, though, taking the potential sting out of the word. "Carrie?" she asked, looking towards the filly. "How're you holding out?"

Carrie had been chatting along just as easily as the rest of us, the smooth shift from topic to topic keeping all of our minds off of the slow changes, but the interruption and now the focus on my condition brought the realization of her own into sharp relief. She put a hand on her belly and nickered softly, her ears flicking. "I can feel it," she admitted.

Grinning slyly, I decided to up the stakes. "Feeling all of that water?" I said, my tail wagging slowly as my bladder cramped again. "All of it building up, like a yellow ocean, hot and flowing, gushing out, feeling like gallons, like a waterfall, pouring--"

I had to duck as Ginger tossed a small pillow at me, giggling madly. "Jerk!" she accused, holding her belly with her own hand. I gave her a smug smile in return.

"Yeah, but it worked, right?" I winked back at her, pointing to her hand. She smirked back at me and shook her head, then looked at Carrie. She seemed to be having the most trouble, her ears flitting urgently. "Carrie?" I asked, looking more closely at her. "How're you holding up?"

Carrie gave me an anxious little smile. She surely didn't want to be the first one to lose, but it seemed to be having a faster effect on her. Or maybe my words had struck her more solidly; I'd played that way with Ginger before, but she was used to it. This was probably all new for Carrie. I could see her legs flexing as she pressed down on her belly with her other hand, rocking slightly on her hips. She shook her head again, then shifted her legs.

Drawing them back underneath her as we watched, spreading her legs and sitting down, her shirt still draped between, hiding her panties. "Can't... hold it," she whimpered softly, her ears tilting back. She carefully pulled her lavender nightshirt up and out of the way, revealing the light purple of her panties, and the subtle outlines of her sex hidden within. I could tell even then that she was shaped differently than Ginger, or even Nora, and my breath caught in my throat.

Ginger scooted closer, holding her belly with one paw, putting the other out behind Carrie's back and rubbing lightly. "Someone has to be first," she murmured, her voice gentle. "Thought it would be Timber, but-- ooohhh...."

Her voice trailed off as Carrie squirmed again, then let out a sharp little gasp. Before all of our eyes, a darker purple dot appeared on her panties. Then a second trickle, the dot becoming more of a line, the fabric of her panties trying to resist the little leaks. Then the floodgates burst. The filly let out a little cry as her hold slipped entirely, and her panties were almost instantly soaked through as she started wetting herself, peeing copiously into her panties. The force of it was so strong that it was actually making them bubble a little ways out from her body, allowing the overflow to escape through the sides along her thighs, rapidly spreading across the towels.

I felt a sudden powerful twinge as I watched Carrie go; seeing her wet herself was turning me on intensely. But my own bladder was aching, and as the scent of the equine's pee touched my nose - smelling curiously field-like, grassy, in a way I can't really describe - my own clenched muscles were weakening. Still, I had trick up my sleeve, or so I thought!

As Ginger squirmed, trying to hold her own release back to win the contest, I slipped a hand down in my underwear and pinched my firming sheath near the base, cutting off any traitorous drops. Carrie was in no position to notice, blushing furiously as she kept peeing, the steady wet hiss quite loud in Ginger's room. But Ginger did, and protested: "Hey! That's not fair!"

I gave her another sly grin, confident that my trick was going to give me the lead. "Just 'cause girls can't, you--" I trailed off abruptly, feeling the clenched muscles give way, blocked only by my pinching hold... and discovered it *hurt*. A sharp, agonizing pain, the blockage burning intensely. It was enough for me to yelp in surprise, relaxing my grip and losing the contest. Without anything to pinch it off, my own hot stream promptly started to flood my own underwear, jetting firmly enough against the slightly tented cotton to make a geyser of about an inch long before it too flowed down and onto to the towels.

Ginger gave me as satisfied a smile as she could manage under the circumstances, only barely away from losing control as the two of us did. "Beat ya both," she declared, rising into a squat and lifting her nightshirt to show off her still-dry panties. She spread her legs and winked at me, her ears flitting even as she blushed. "Remember this, Timber?" And just like that she let go.

For the second time, my breath caught, staring at Ginger. Just as on that first day when all of this started, she was wearing white cotton panties - the same ones, I was suddenly sure - and no dress this time. Not a thing to hide as I saw the dark spot blossom and spread, filling out in that familiar way before spilling out onto the towels. The soft hiss of her urgent release blending with Carrie's and my own, and without any of the humiliated tears on her cheeks. No, what was there now was pride at having held out the longest, and some bashfulness at learning she *liked* doing this.

My breath escaped in an impossible-to-miss whine, my underwear tenting out still further at seeing all of this. And we were *still* going, thanks to the drug, having made us all feel like we hadn't gone since overnight. Carrie had both hands pressed against her middle now, blushing furiously, still peeing steadily. I suddenly hoped the towels were going to be enough! Then Ginger spoke up again, looking at me with a sly smile still on her lips, telling me before she even spoke that she wasn't done. "Gettin' to be a tight fit there, Timber. Go on, lose the shorts."

This time the startled little sound was from Carrie, giving me a wide-eyed look. I realized again that the filly might not have ever seen a boy before, and certainly not a wolf... but put on the spot, I wasn't going to back down and lose face in front of Ginger! "Okay, fine," I said, sounding more grumbly than I really was, which was further betrayed by a wag or two of my tail. Standing up a little, I reached for my underwear and slid the heavily-soaked cotton off my legs as quick as I could, trying not to splash anyone.

Once I got my underwear off, I felt even stranger to be openly peeing on the floor, towels or not... but I couldn't stop. Couldn't even *think* of stopping. I was more than half-hard, too, jutting stiffly out of my sheath, needing to use a hand to keep myself aimed down, now splashing a new puddle into a fresh square of folded towels. Since Ginger had won, the next one in line was obvious. Seeing Carrie's blushing, almost skittish glances at my erection, I whuffed a laugh, my tail wagging. "You're next, Carrie!"

The filly's eyes widened further, blushing furiously now, and she looked at Ginger as though expecting an out, but the lioness gave her a slightly smirking grin and a reinforcing nod, a little shiver visibly running down her tail as she kept flooding her panties. "F... fine," the filly nickered bashfully. She gave me one more skittish look, swallowed hard, and moved fast, tugging her own drenched panties down and off of her legs. She couldn't meet anyone's gaze as she kept holding her shirt out of the way to keep it dry, and I got my first look at a filly's sex. The pink curves of her vulva, looking almost like a teardrop, her young but sturdy-looking lips pushed slightly apart by the force of her own steady stream.

"Wow," I murmured without even realizing I was saying anything, looking at how she was different, the mixed scents still stroking my nose, wondering what it'd be like to touch her. Ginger saw me looking, giggled, and reached down, tugging her soaked panties aside in front.

"Here ya go, Timber," she teased me, drawing my attention back to her. As I watched, starting to pant, I could see her tummy flex as she pushed down *hard*! Leaning back a little, too, showing off as she peed a hot line across the towels, making it arc out in front of her in a splattery mess, a few droplets landing on my bare legs. Remembering how it felt to have that heat splashing against me, I groaned - I couldn't help it! I could feel a little shiver in my fingers and toes, not quite the same thing as when I'd been in her, but it was wonderfully similar.

Still, even with the diuretic, there was only so much all of us could hold! It couldn't have been much more than a minute before Carrie ran out first, then Ginger, and I was the last one whose bladder emptied, the last of my golden heat dribbling off of my slightly pointed tip.

We sort of sat there looking at each other. The towels were soaked, we were all bottomless, and blushing, the mixed scents of our pee hanging heavily in the air, with tinges of arousal... and almost as one, we started giggling madly. "If your slumber parties are like this, I've been missing out!" I yipped, my tail wagging. Ginger cupped a hand over her mouth as her giggles escalated to laughter, rocking back and then landing firmly on her butt.

With Ginger temporarily out of commission from her laughter, I flushed a bit and got up to my feet, my lupine erection bobbing in front of me. "Let's try not to soak the wood, huh?" I murmured, gathering up the worst of the soaked towels and putting them in her bedroom hamper. As I did that, I could feel a pair of eyes on me, and saw Carrie watching me - and probably my wolfcock - with a shy but intense interest. I have her a small smile of my own and a brief wag of my tail, trying to reassure her that it was okay to look. "Haven't seen a lot of boys before?" I asked curiously.

Carrie shook her head once, sharply, her ears turning a deeper red with a renewed blush, though it was probably going to persist all night. "First one," she nickered shyly, then glanced down at herself with her ears splaying out a little more. "Never... um. Had a boy see me, either."

Finally over her laughing fit, Ginger got back to her feet, grabbing dry towels for herself and tossing the other to Carrie, still giggling. The filly started rubbing her sex and thighs dry, seeming to appreciate the brief bit of cover that gave her from my eyes, and perhaps Ginger's as well. I smirked and grabbed one for myself as well, though I'd not wet myself nearly so much, with so much of my stream spraying out between the thin cotton weave of my old underwear. Ginger took care of herself too, then I whined reflexively when both of their nightshirts, no longer held up, dropped back down and concealed both the views I was enjoying. "Hey, I don't have somethin' to hide with!" I protested, but gave my tail a few wags followed by a bit of a smile.

Ginger laughed at me, her whiskers splaying out. "Seems fair to me," she replied. "'Sides, won't that hurt, stuffing it back in underwear?" she teased me further. I gave her a mock-angry look with just a bit of teeth exposed from one lifted lip, and she gave me a bigger, unconcerned smirk. "Well... maybe you'll get what you want," she went on, affecting a thoughtful expression while mischief still danced in her eyes, "if you rearrange the towels and make a new place for us to sit."

I opened my mouth, and Ginger cut me off with a, "Do it!" I felt my ears splay out, and huffed. "Fine," I reluctantly went along with it... but a part of me was curious anyway; I knew Ginger well enough to understand her plans weren't done. As I gathered together towels to make a fresh soft place on the floor, I glanced over and saw her bending her head and whispering to Carrie.

Though I had no idea what they were saying, whatever it was seemed to make the filly alarmed, then curious, alternating between that in stages. I thought of trying to listen in a little closer, but expected Ginger would just order me out of the room if I did that, and I didn't want to. I'd associated the scents of feminine pee with other desires, and those slightly aroused aromas stood above it, endlessly tantalizing.

Biting her lower lip, Carrie finally gave a soft murmur of, "'kay," after they'd been whispering back and forth for at least a few minutes. I still didn't know what they said, but Carrie consented to Ginger leading her over to the freshly-arranged spread of towels. Once Carrie sat down, Ginger reached over and tugged Carrie's lavender nightshirt up and off, revealing more of her young body. Her dusty-white coat was more of a purer cream around her underside, extending up to her chest and showing off the slight pink of her nipples. Her breasts were just beginning to develop, little cones rising out her naturally-short fur, too small yet to need a bra and yet likely to need one before another year. Ginger tossed Carrie's nightshirt onto her bed, and then Ginger's own shirt followed, exposing her own familiar and naked leonine body to me. Though the shapes of their sexes were different, tucked demurely between their legs, they both thrilled me in similar ways.

"C'mere, Timber," Ginger instructed, beckoning me over. I came readily enough, my lips quirking up at my own obedience, but I already knew how much I tended to defer to Ginger. There was clearly some plan in the works, as Carrie shyly spread her legs as I approached, allowing myself to stand a lot closer to her. Ginger tapped my shoulder, then nudged, guiding me to kneel down. "Okay, paws to yourself, silly wolf," Ginger continued with her sly little grin. "Carrie's never seen a boy before, so you get to be her first." I had no idea, yet, how prophetic those words were, but *Ginger* did!

I dipped my head in a nod and gave Carrie an encouraging smile, keeping my hands at my sides, loose and relaxed. "Clothes first," Ginger whispered to Carrie, reminding her of what they'd whispered about. The filly make a hesitant yet eager nickering sound, and she reached out, quickly divesting me of my shirt and anything else I had on. I had a much better view of her body this way, including the more obvious folds of her filly-sex, yet despite some twitching from my fingers - and more obvious twitching of my erect wolfcock - I kept my hands to myself, still.

It took one more encouraging nudge from Ginger to persuade Carrie to reach out for me again, rubbing her fingers down my chest, my tummy, feeling my thicker wolf-coat, probably the first she'd touched in such detail - remembering, again, that her family didn't much care for wolves. Then her hands inevitably found their way down to my unsheathed penis, and I drew in a shivery breath, underlaid by a soft whine. "S'okay," I whispered as I saw alarm flash in her sky-blue eyes. "Jus' feels good," I went on, smiling and wagging my tail a little faster.

With Ginger murmuring instructions into the filly's ear, only half-overheard by me, I subjected myself to Carrie's unrestricted exploration for the next several minutes. Her fingers surely left not a single inch unexplored, nickering shyly at the warm heat of my cock against her fingertips, slightly damp but not wet, the way my retracted sheath could be tugged and shifted, the slow shifting of my balls in their furry pouch, incredibly gentle squeezes of the tender orbs within. Even to my hips, my rump, and running her fingers through my tail. She even coaxed out a little dribble of my slippery stuff from the tip, clear and sticky, and this was subsequently investigated as well, with Ginger informing her that it made it easier to touch my twitching penis, which was also confirmed.

Once Carrie had finished, Ginger voiced a soft purr and leaned in to kiss the filly's cheek, adding a soft brush of her tongue, which brought fresh heat to *my* ears, more than just Carrie's! "His turn," she murmured into Carrie's ear, and the filly squirmed a bit, then settled back, watching me with clear anxiety. "I'll be gentle," I reassured her, quite aware from my play with Ginger and Nora that girls were delicate too, in their own ways. I stroked Carrie's petite breasts first, not even A-cups, feeling the tips stiffen slightly under my touch, while Ginger watched with approval.

Slowly relaxing a little more, Carrie watched me as my hands gently descended down her body, feeling her shorter fur run across my fingerpads, the heat of her body radiating out through the thin fur. I took my luxurious time, confident we had all night before being interrupted, and by the time I moved down to her belly, Carrie was sagging back, her head resting against Ginger's kneeling thighs as she watched with her own deep and steady purr.

I stroked inside Carrie's thighs first, then over the smooth surface of her teardrop-shaped equine vulva. That made her stiffen, Carrie making a little huffing sound, but Ginger just gave her friend's cheek another kiss, passing along the vibration of her purr in the contact. My thumbs slid up and down, then my fingers, learning the difference in her gently yielding texture, feeling hotter still here. Then I started to gently part her young cunny, observing the deeper pink inside, looking at the different-yet-similar shapes. Carrie, Ginger, Nora... all different, yet similar in all of the important ways. But then, something new: Carrie's sex clenched suddenly, and a small pink nub appeared, sticking out like a small thumb.

I gave Ginger a started look, which the lioness shared, and she nuzzled Carrie again with a soft giggle. "What was that?" she murmured, taking the question from my lips.

Carrie blushed yet again, closing her eyes, and her body tensed again, her vulva squeezing and flashing again, winking that little pink button at me, and suddenly I knew what it was. "It... does that sometimes, when I'm feeling really good," she whispered. "It's... really sensitive," she went on, sealing my certainty.

I hadn't studied up on mares, so I didn't know anything about the way they could wink their clitorises at males to entice them... but I was learning fast! The next time it presented itself, I gave it the softest of brushes with my thumb, and watched her body tense abruptly, her aroused scent growing.

Now Ginger reached over, taking over for me at Carrie's chest, her fingers softly rubbing one of the filly's budding breasts. Carrie squirmed again, and with the tight wink she dribbled out some of her own young honey, her labia immediately starting to glisten. I *had* to sample that! I slid a finger down between her winking lips, soaking my fur in her honey, then drew it up to my lips and had a taste. Like Ginger's or Nora's, it immediately kindled a fire low in my belly, making my cock ache in a much more intent way... and unaware that my own masculine wolf-scent was rising up from me, too. Carrie's taste was different, again putting me in mind of big grassy fields, though I didn't have the words to properly describe the differences. At best, I might manage it was mellower while just as provoking.

"Last chance," Ginger murmured, coaxing a tight, nervous nod from Carrie. I was just starting to dip my muzzle, to get a direct taste of Carrie's filly-cunny, when Ginger moved. Standing up again, straddling Carrie a bit above her hips, Ginger lowered the front of her body down, to bring her muzzle against Carrie's. Her hindquarters stayed lifted, though, just a few inches in front of my muzzle, the dark lips and glimpse of pink of her own feline sex invitingly in front of me. As I gasped at the sight, Ginger murmured, "Tell him, Carrie."

Looking up into Ginger's green eyes, Carrie swallowed hard, her sex winking again, then shyly whispered, "I wanna feel it, Timber. In... inside m-me." There was a bit of a stammer, but she didn't pull back, and she then looked around Ginger to meet my own brown-eyed gaze. Seeing the young desire in there, aware that this was a special opportunity that might not come again, and all of those other things... I shivered tightly, and nodded. Not that I could have really said no! "Okay, Carrie," I murmured back.

I grasped my aching-hard penis in one hand, carefully bending it down, only partially noticing as Carrie moved her hands to caress Carrie's other breast, and gave the filly's broader nosepad a gently raspy lick. I had my eyes on Carrie's sex, still clenching and dribbling out her warm honey, guiding the slightly pointed tip of my blunt shaft between her legs. I'd thought that maybe I'd do something with Ginger - well, strongly hoped - but I hadn't expected to do this with Carrie! Then my hips moved almost involuntarily, guiding my glans between her vulva, watching them part as I started slipping into her body.

The filly wasn't alarmingly tight like Nora was, or even right on the cusp of it like Ginger; I could feel a bit more give to Carrie's vaginal walls as I started slipping into her, smearing her honey along my shaft while dribbling more of my own into her. But the sensations were spectacular, the ripples of her sex unique, as was her heat and scent and all of those other details.

Releasing a low cry, I forced myself to pause as Carrie moaned too, her belly quivering. The first boy she'd seen naked, the first wolf... and now her first young lover, welcoming my cock into her sex, finding a gentler fit than she would have a colt of her own age.

For the first minute or so I let her get used to me, both of us breathing hard, and I could see - and scent! - Ginger's own delight, her honey starting to dribble on the edge of one lip, then running a slow, sticky line down the fur of her inner thigh. Then I felt an unmistakably inviting squeeze, her clit winking out again, almost drawing me inside. I slowly withdrew my hips, countering the rippling pull of her sex, then pushing back in, delighting in the sight of her labia parting around me, of sharing *this* with a filly.

I'd learned a lot, but none of our parents thought we were old enough to worry about condoms or any of that stuff, so our delight was shared unprotected, hot skin against skin, feeling every little twitch and ripple and curve of her inner folds live and direct against my throbbing, twitching member. After I'd started to get used to Carrie, my hips rolling with an easier motion, timing my strokes with her own clenches, I felt Ginger's tail flick across both of my perked ears.

I looked up, *almost* indignantly, then saw her sex still right there, and that was all I could take. My muzzle ducked forward, my tongue extending, as I lapped at and then slipped my tongue into Ginger's own tight pussy while feeling Carrie squeeze around me below. It was nearly an assault, but one of tremendous delight as I ate out my best friend while having sex with my other newest friend, and my eyes squeezed shut as my brain tried to handle the torrent of sensations. I only knew one thing, in a corner of thought that was still lucid: I wasn't going to hold out for long like this!

As I delved into Ginger's sex at last, the lioness dipped her muzzle and gave Ginger a firm kiss right on her lips, her purr a living thing that filled the room, stronger than the squishy sounds of our lovemaking, *almost* stronger than our own heavy gasps of delight. I missed out on the kiss broadening, inviting a tentative and then excited touch of tongues, raspy feline against smooth and broad equine, her hands still kneading and massaging Carrie's sensitive little budding breasts.

I lost all track of time in that wildly unexpected paring, the three of us - well, Ginger - figuring out how to make sure no one was excluded. All I knew was that there seemed to be yet another drop of feline honey just one lap of my tongue deeper, feeling her leonine sex clenching around my tongue... and that Carrie was almost searing hot against me, clenching tightly every few seconds as I hilted her at last. We were all so involved in what we were doing that I didn't even realize I was knotting her until I did, my thick bulb only increasing the pressure against her clenching cunny.

That last act must have pressed against *something* sensitive, as there was a strangled whinny, with Carrie's back arching up, pressing her hips even more urgently against mine, and soaking my groin with a mixture of pee and filly-cum, all of it hot, sticky, and powerful. With my hands grasping Ginger's legs for balance, I shoved my tongue deep inside and howled out my muffled orgasm against Ginger, pumping thick squirts of young wolfcum deep inside the climaxing filly, my tail jerking with each healthy squirt.

Ginger slipped one hand down from Carrie's breast when she felt and heard one and then both of us climax, feeling down to Carrie's lower belly where I was, pressing down firmly and feeling me inside her. That's when the lioness pressed her lips firmly against Carrie's again, her own caterwaul of pleasure equally muffled as she too orgasmed, almost collapsing atop all of us.

We all lingered like that for at least another few minutes, each of us basking in our private delight of climax, and Carrie most of all, having experienced the first one not by her own hands!

Once we started to recover, Ginger shakily freed herself from her own perch, sitting down hard, a deep and content purr rumbling from her throat. "Didja knot her, Timber?" she asked, a sly little grin on her hips as she rubbed her own belly.

With my friend no longer in the way, I somewhat shyly shifted forward and shared a kiss with Carrie this time, and though I could feel the tightness of her lips around me, it didn't seem as impossibly tight as it did with Ginger. After Carrie bashfully returned the kiss, nickering with soft affection, she repeated "Knot?" with audible confusion in her voice, then blushed again when she realized what a mess she'd made of me. "Timber, I'm--"

"--really relaxed," I completed for her, giggling quietly and giving her another soft kiss. "I don't mind, Carrie. It's wonderful. And, um... yeah. It's a thing wolves have," I said, still panting a little, and over the next few minutes explained what it was, and how it made it hard for me to pull out right away. Though when I *did* mention pulling out, Carrie shook her head vigorously, tossing her mane, and put her arms around me to keep me there, shyly explaining I felt really good.

There was some more chatter, with Ginger excusing herself for a moment and slipping out, then returning with one of the big cooking pots from the kitchen, still wearing nothing but that mischievous smile. She placed the pot on a square of dry towels near her bed, and without a word, knelt down just above, her tail just brushing the back of the rim with her legs spread, one hand on the mattress for support. Just like that she released a healthy post-sex pee.

I'm *sure* she had plans for us to share it, but the sight of it and the sensations it provoked made a sudden shiver of alarm race down my tail. I tried to tug back a little but Carrie was having none of it, nickering her disapproval and holding me close. "Carrie," I exclaimed with some urgency, "I hafta--"

"--stay right here," the filly finished for me, her blush renewing to even turn the whitish fur of her cheeks a paler pink. "'m not letting you go."

I squirmed again, but I couldn't help it. I normally couldn't pee this close to my knot being out, I knew that, but the diuretic - or something - seemed to have made a change. I put my arms around the filly, hugged her close, tucked my head under her chin... and started squirting fresh heat into her. This time it didn't stop the way my cum had, but kept going, a flood of mostly watery heat. Carrie leaned her head back and groaned again, the force of me filling her stretching the rear of her vagina, stretching, filling her more like a equine's flare would and triggering another mini-climax, dribbling more of her honey over me.

"Timber," Ginger said, looking a little alarmed but mostly awestruck, "are you... peein' *in* her?" All I could do was groan and nod; my knot was still tight enough to form a seal to keep my hot release from leaking out, building up that sense of pressure a little more.

Carrie shuddered under me, whinnying softly, her hips twitching as that sense of pressure, of being stuffed by something bigger than I was finally pressed a deeper button of her own desire. This time she kissed me back and whispered, "Every drop!"

Ginger needed some time to process that, the idea simply not having occurred to her before. But she worked out the inevitable consequence before I was done, and - starting to giggle, and then to laugh - gathered up some more of our diminishing stack of towels.

It proved to be necessary; once I was done and Carrie's needy shivers had died down to little shivers, my own knot - aided by the voiding of my bladder - finally shrunk enough for the pressure to be released, flowing out of her and onto the towels. Ginger and I both helped Carrie up to the bucket, and the mare finally released her own withheld stream in a noisy hiss, little dribbles of my cum and other fluids from inside her joining the messy release.

After that, there was time to clean up a bit, all of us riding down our individual highs, our bodies slowly resetting themselves from our pleasures. Now our idle chatter came easier, more open to sharing other secrets, including some of my experiences with Nora, and by the time the clock clicked over to midnight, we were all fast friends.

Carrie was the first one to nod off, not used to these late nights, but Ginger had one more idea in mind. As Carrie settled into her sleeping bag, nightshirt and fresh panties back on just in case the parents returned ahead of schedule. I thought about joining Ginger in her bed, but the concern of her parents returning was a concern, and I decided to double-down on my camping idea.

It was a cool night but not a frigid one, as we stepped out onto the porch, both of us sufficiently dressed in case we were spotted, and Ginger helped me set up my tent and sleeping bag and all the trimmings, which shortened a ten minute process to just a couple minutes. As I crawled in, though, Ginger joined me, and slipped the panel shut.

"Gotta keep our voices down," Ginger murmured with a sly smile. I blinked at her, flushed, then grinned, my tail wagging against the sleeping bag. I got the hint immediately.

There was little need for foreplay this time, with both of us still worked up. Stripped and laying on by back, Ginger mounted me from the top, guiding her into the familiar confines of her sex with a muted purr. "I'll share you, Timber... but you're still mine."

I managed to muffle my soft laugh into a breathy-quiet woof, looking up to see her slowly rocking body framed in the indirect silvery light of the half-moon, coming in through the translucent roof of my little tent. "I love you too, Ginger," I whispered.

... Epilogue (for now) ...

After sharing our love with each other in my tent, filling her with my cum at least twice before we both grew too tired, Ginger withdrew and returned to her bedroom, and my little tactic had worked out as I'd hoped. I even managed to pack up and sneak home before her parents noticed I was there, though I was confident in my ability to justify that everything had been okay if I had been spotted, or if questions arose later. Ginger had also planned ahead enough to to set an alarm, getting up early to erase the traces of our slumber party... most of them, anyway.

It was not the last time we met up before we started officially dating, and soon we brought Lynda into our little group as well...

...But those are future stories.

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The Author, again

I hope you all enjoyed my stories with these two... three... four... ( no wonder my stories are getting so long, _bad_author, no cookie!)... several characters, but Timber and Ginger are certainly the prime ones in the light.

In any event, I think I've drained the well in writing these, now that my creative drive largely flows into Tapestries these days, but I'm glad you all enjoyed them enough to pester me to finish them.

Letting them come when they will is certainly satisfying for a writer, but once they're shared with an audience, well, the demand to finish means I must have done something right!

I'm not necessarily done writing, mind you, but it may be quite some time before something else is posted here.

Until next time, thank you for reading! And for making sure I'm not dead. :D