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If you don't like guys, girls, furres, sex or love, violence (Not in yiff) or if you're too young (18, 21 in some places, just ask the police "Hey, am I allowed to read sexy bisexual furre stories on the net?") or any of that, CLOSE TEH WINDOW NOWS! All characters are copyright me, Shinkada, and are used with my permission, with the exception of Coda, who is copyrighted to Coro, and used with his permission, and Venter, who is copyrighted to Max, and likewise used with his permission. This story is a bit mushy at times, so if you don't want lurve, buzz off. Anyone who bugs me "OMG MORE YIFF PLOX" will get castrated by Okhami himself. I put in enough of it already to get you off AT LEAST once per every few chapters. If you're still not satisfied take a cold shower. ***'s represent a change of scenery or time. ---'s represent a non-critical yiff scene, fan service to shut up the wailing masses. Please, sit back, relax, and enjoy the story without whining about it. It's a good story. I like it. A sidenote; if you'd like to write a story set in the same universe as this, by all means, feel free. As long as you give me credit for it, as long as you inform me that you're going to do it via e-mail ([email protected]), and as long as you don't try and mess with my, Coro's, or Max's character/s, I don't mind. In fact if someone good writes a story I'd be quite honoured. Just make sure you tell me first, and don't mess anything up. I'll be making a few 'Gaiden' chapters myself, little off-branches in the story, perhaps mini-sections in between bits of the main storyline of unrelated furres and their stories. I've already got a few in mind, but I want to really get the main storyline set up before I do that. The gaidens will mostly be fap material, or sad little tragic bits that I wouldn't be able to do with Okhami himself due to certain complications that happen to the characters of said gaidens (Sickness, depression, personalities, death), so if you need some quick relief, it's best to just skip to a gaiden. They won't have any spoilers, so feel free to just skip to them, or if they're not your think, skip them entirely. (Note: Sorry it took so long to upload, I forgot to put in the disclaimer the first time so the story didn't get approved.) -Shinkada * * *

LiQUID METAL

• * * ***CHAPTER 3: Orientation.*** January 25th (Still), but about 10am now. As soon as I opened the door, I heard a rustling coming from inside; the light was off, and as I opened the door all the way, I reached in to flick on the light. My heart skipped a beat as I saw the furre in front of me. He was a canine; a Golden Retriever, I guessed by his blonde, shiny, near actually golden fur. He had a less-shiny mop of hair on his head, fairly straight and shoulder length; looked straightened. He was wearing one of the most dorky things I'd ever seen, a full Catholic school uniform, a black suit top over a white button-up shirt, a red tie, and black shorts. I tried to remain serious, but I couldn't help the side of my mouth from curving upwards slightly, trying my best not to burst out laughing. But something about the pup made me stop. He had one hand behind him and was looking at me with shy, almost scared eyes. I couldn't help but notice how messy his bed was, the guilty expression on his face, and how he hastily swallowed a knot in his throat; at 17 years of age you usually have a fair idea of that same look, and the scent in the air, although faint, gave him away. However, for both of us to remain comfortable around each other, I decided to not notice it. The room was the same brownish/orange as downstairs; the walls and furniture, anyway. The carpet was a much lighter brown, closer to cream or beige really. There was one door on my left; I was hoping that was a bathroom, since shared toilets were something I was dreading about dorm life. The beds and whatnot, and the pup of course, were on my right; just in front of me was a sink, complete with a kettle, toaster on the side, and a few cupboards; seems like breakfast would be our responsibility, not the cafeteria's. "I suppose I'll be your first room mate, then. Name's Okhami Hibana. Nice to meet you pup," I smiled slightly as I introduced myself, nodding my head a bit, acting shy so that he wouldn't feel the need to shake hands. "Um... Nice to meet you too, Okhami... I'm Coda," the pup replied, in a soft, outspoken voice. The kid was painfully shy, and if the age restriction wasn't in place, I would have thought he was about 14. I assumed he was 16, since that was the lowest age of entry into the RGMA. I paused a moment before smiling to him, trying not to act weirded out, and claimed one of the beds. There was one normal bed and a bunk; Coda had already taken the bed, so I took the lower bunk. There wasn't much else to do, since Coda seemed very withdrawn, so I began to unpack. I put my clothes away, into a set of drawers next to my bed, and looked over with a grin to see a TV in the corner. While Coda tried to pretend he wasn't watching me, his eyes almost popped out of his head when he saw what I took out next. "T-... I-is that a Spiral?!" he asked, shocked; he already knew the answer, but couldn't believe it. I grinned over at the pup as I took my Xbox Spiral out of my bag and placed it on the ground in front of the TV. "Nah, it's the latest toaster. Y'damn right it's a Spiral." I barked playfully; I always loved showing off. Coda seemed to realize the stupidity of his question and piped up. Coda's eyes popped out a few more times in the next couple of minutes. A high-speed (Free, no ISP. I like to call it an 'Improvised Modem') modem to hook up to my Spiral, my state-of-the-art laptop, the absolute best MP3 player money could buy (Plasma-charged, no charging required, is basically a pair of wing-designed headphones that latch straight onto the ears, this model especially made for my own ears), a small cooler that looked like a set of drawers for drinks that didn't 'need' to be in the public eye, and the latest handheld console the Xbox Helix, basically a handheld adaption for the Spiral, also VR. "Yeesh! Your parents must be completely rich!" Coda blurted out, unable to believe his eyes. Normally, yes, one's parents would have to be rich to attain this level of hardware utopia. "Let's just say I got some pretty good discounts," I said, winking towards Coda. He paused for a moment, confused, then realized I'd obtained it through not-quite-standardized methods, and shut up, slinking back into his bed with a book. 'Conservative AND shy. Maybe he really is Catholic,' I thought to myself as I threw my bags under my bed and hooked up my Helix, about to port in when I heard the key turn in the lock of our door. I raised an eyebrow as the door practically slammed open, and in walked a male hyena. Our other roommate, I assumed, with a little twinge of feared anticipation. Hyenas weren't known for their personalities. Our new roommate was fitted with pretty standard punk gear. He seemed to have a sly grin permanently attached to his muzzle, he had fur typical of a hyena, a dark grey that instantly changed to black on certain sections of his body, and a thick, short brown mohawk, that actually didn't seem too bizarre, but fitted him fairly well. He had jet black sunnies on, thin and visor-like, a black leather jacket over a black 'AC-DC' shirt, blue jeans and worn boots... Yep. Stereotypical punk. "Daaaaaamn!" he said, lifting his glassed and staring, wide-eyed, at my own gear; primarily at the Spiral. His gaze shifted over all my little toys, grinning a little wider at each one. "Shit man! You must be LOADED to get all this junk! Like I care, I'm one lucky bitch to get paired up with someone with all this stuff! Man, this year's gunna be FUN!" he exclaimed before letting out a typical hyena-style laugh. He had an accent pretty typical of hyenas*, and immediately jumped up for the top bunk, fluidly flipping onto the bed; I could tell he was gunna be a tough one, as most hyenas are, and was very athletic, just from his little display there. "And top bunk too! Sweet!" Another hyena laugh, before I rolled my eyes. "Name's Okhami, by the way." "Ah, crap. My bad man, got carried away with all the awesome shit in here. Name's Ash. And the shiny pup over there?" "I'm Coda..." Coda simply replied, in his usual shy-natured tone. I could tell these two were going to mix like graphics cards and static. Ash almost immediately flipped up off his bed, landing noiselessly beside Coda's bed and leaning down to grin at Coda; when he did this, I couldn't help but notice that he was actually very femenine, more so than I was. I also couldn't help but notice a large blush that spread across Coda's cheeks, under his fur. What was with this kid? How had he remained shy for so long? "Speak up, shiny, I can't hear ya'!" Ash half-barked without removing the grin from his face. 'Trouble already?' I thought to myself, and was tempted to roll over and ignore them, but I did feel kind of sorry for Coda. "I... I'm sorry... I'll try to speak up..." Coda said, slightly louder than before. Ash simply dropped the grin and rubbed his temple. "C'mon man. We're all guys here. We all fart, belch, and screw bitches noisily. No reason to be shy around each other," Ash said; it almost sounded like he was trying to put on that typical accent, now. Once again, I noticed something I really didn't need to; Coda wincing a little when Ash said 'bitches'. 'Hmm... Defender of women? Or gay? One of them...' I said to myself, deciding I'd keep an eye on Coda and make up my mind after some more info. "Calm down bro," I said, taking up a more casual manner than I had before, with the Captain or with Coda. "No reason to get rude wif'im. The pup's just shy. Give'im some time to warm t'us and he'll be fine. I say we go get to know each other over some food, because right now my stomach's ready to devour me from the inside." Ash's huge grin returned, and Coda managed a small one. With the all black clothes and the dark fur, Ash's huge white grin was actually kind of cute... 'Hold on a minute. Cute? I did NOT just think that,' I quickly thought to myself, furrowing my brows slightly as I mentally slapped myself. Ash looked like he was about to inquire, but I quickly jumped up, grabbed my basics (wallet, keys) and went out the door. Ash grinned sideways at Coda, bringing another blush to his cheeks, before he came after me. Coda stared after us for a moment, then quickly put his book away before chasing after us with a small "Wait for me guys!" *** The cafeteria, surprisingly, was pretty much first class. 'Mum must've paid a pretty penny for this place,' I thought to myself. There was a huge range of food, all very healthy and full of various vitamins (We were soldiers now, after all), just about anything you could think of. All three of us grinned as we got in; the queue was empty, as was the whole cafeteria. We really did seem to be one of very few people here already. I instantly knew what my diet would be like over the next few years here; I playfully shoved Ash out of the way just as he was about to talk, enticing another boyish grin from him. I could have sworn I heard the word 'Bastard..' mumbled, but it didn't sound like Ash. I was starting to get an idea about what was going on... "I'll just grab a margarita pizza cutie," I said, winking to the cute feline behind the counter. She giggled cutely, and just as I turned to Ash, I was knocked off my feet by a smack to the side of my head. I swore a few times in Japanese at whatever had hit me, and looked up to see the feline girl grinning slyly at me. "You're in the MILITARY now, BOY. Drop the playboy attitude or you're gunna get hit a lot harder than that, a lot more often." I winced a bit as she walked off to fill my order and I slowly stood up. Both Ash and Coda were suppressing laughs as I rubbed the side of my head; she had a strong arm on her. "Women," I began. "They'll fight about it, but they'll still make your breakfast..," I joked; apparently not quiet enough, as the next thing I felt was the impact of the top half of the pizza over my face. Ash howled in laughter now, that same hyena laugh, and ordered for himself. I peeled the pizza off my face and, grumbling, grabbed a seat nearby. *** Ash got an American pizza, Coda grabbing some lasagna. While not traditionally healthy dishes, the cafeteria managed to make them all healthy; I could taste the major difference in mine, but I did hold my figure pretty highly, and it didn't taste quite as nice as the grease-on-a-tray pizzas back home, but the healthiness of it was worth it. We mostly just talked about why we were there over our food. Ash had come by choice, thinking the military would be a pretty easy and well-paid career choice (The pay of the military had consistently risen over the years), and was a bit of a firearms fanatic. Coda, however, was sent there by his father, who wanted to 'make a man out of him'. I could sympathize with that, since my own father- "What about you, huskyboy? Why you here?" Ash asked, taking another huge bite from his pizza. "Well, it's partially 'cus of my dad. He was an ex drill sergeant, so I've kinda been raised military style since I was young. The other half is 'cus my mum wanted to straighten me out, after she caught me screwing the school psychologist. Ash almost blew out his pizza. "THE SCHOOL PSYCHOLOGIST?!" he yelled, unable to contain himself. "You sly dog! Now THAT'S an achievement!" he still yelled before bursting into laughter again. I couldn't help but notice the feline waitress rolling her eyes from behind the counter, and shaking her head. Coda piped up, finally, still in his quiet tone. "It, um... Was a girl, right?" This confirmed my suspicions. "Yeah, it was," I replied, trying not to make anything of it; if Ash was as typical as he seemed, he definitely wouldn't want to be roommates with a homosexual, but he luckily didn't seem to notice, still laughing about the whole ordeal. We talked a bit more about what we wanted to do here; Ash had been using sniper rifles since he was 10 and wanted to be professionally trained in doing so; Coda was one of those child prodigies when it came to leadership, intel and technology, and wanted to further increase his knowledge in the lot. I explained my own want to be trained with blades ever since having heard about them; I'd already made up my mind on my subject list. Survival and History of course, Basic Blade skills, Advanced Blade skills, Capoeira and Sniper Skills. The only class other than Survival and History I had with either of the two was Sniper Skills with Ash. I couldn't help but notice Coda's mood drop; 'He really isn't good at hiding his feelings,' I thought to myself, resolving to decide what to do about his obvious crush on me later, and for now, to just get the know the place. As we got ready to head back to our dorm and get ready for orientation, the feline from before held me back after the others left, when I went to give my tray back. "Look. Husky. I know you're young, and I know you've just come out of high school, where half the point of it is to terrorize the teachers. But I'm going to warn you right now; if you mess with the instructors, they will, outright, fuck you up." At this, she used one furry digit to lower the collar of her uniform, showing a large scar that spanned the side of her neck. "See this? I pissed off the rifle instructor in my first week. The only reason he missed is because one of the students grabbed him as he was aiming." My eyes widened at this and I swallowed a knot in my throat. "You're a little pest already, but I don't like it when I see students die, and I've seen it happen. You ain't in highschool anymore. Grow up before you get yourself burnt," she finished, letting her collar snap back up and going back to cleaning. Surprisingly, I did think over what she said. I might just even owe my life to her. I just wish I had've grown up fast enough... When I got outside, only Ash was left. "What happened to Coda?" I asked, pausing a moment and looking around. "He went back to the dorms ahead of us. Said he needed to take care of something." "Ah, sure thing," I replied, beginning to slowly walk towards our building. I hesitated a moment, before deciding to go on my hunch. "Ash, you know you don't have to act the way you are," I said, hoping I was right. "Huh? What do you mean?" "That accent's so fake. And I heard you saying 'Bastard' back in the cafeteria... It didn't sound like you. What's the deal?" I said, looking at him from the corner of my eyes. Ash sighed long and deep, biting his lip as he looked towards the sky. When he talked again, his voice was deeper now, casual; he still had the voice of a hyena, but, it wasn't so typical now. "You sound like the kind of person who knows what it's like to be forced into a stereotype, Okhami... The pain of loneliness, right?" Ash inquired, looking to me with sad eyes. I was speechless. I had a feeling there was something odd about him, but, I had no idea... "Yeah... I suppose," I began to reply, looking down at the ground. "I used to be a complete loner... Opposed alcohol, drugs, sex, a real straight-edge... When I hit 14 it just... Got to me. I changed so I could fit in with everyone else... That was at the start of the school year, two years ago..." "So you're 16 now, huh?" "Yeah..." "Well, you can imagine what it'd be like to be an intelligent hyena... 'A hyena who doesn't listen to rap, isn't in a gang and doesn't smoke weed?! Impossible!'" Ash laughed sadly at this, still looking to the clouds. We walked in silence for a while, before getting to the door of the dorms. "So," I asked, looking over at him. "You think you'll change now? This school will probably be a lot more mature than highschool." Ash shrugged. "I suppose, but I'll need some time first. Get used to the idea that I can be accepted as a unique hyena," he replied, before adjusting his sunglasses over his eyes, and allowing his huge grin to return. I smirked a little, unable now to not notice the hint of sadness behind it all. "I guess I'll do the same," I said, before heading inside. *** I opened the door to our dorm, and immediately slammed it shut, spinning around to place my back against the door, looking right into Ash's eyes as sweat gathered on my brow. "Oh look at that, time to go to orientation, I almost forgot, let's go!" Ash didn't buy it. "Well, I do need to get my stuff, you know..," he said, attempting to push past me, but I didn't budge. "Nah, you don't need that stuff, let's just go." "Cmon man, shove over, I need to grab my stuff," he said, pushing me out of the way with unexpected strength, before Coda came bursting out of the room, face red, a sweat on his own brow. "Alright! Orientation! Let's go!" he said, much louder than his usual tone, and took off down the hall. Ash raised a brow, before shrugging and walking in to gather his basics. As soon as he got in the room, he let out a soft chuckle, knowing immediately what was going on. As I waited for Ash, sitting outside the room against the wall, I tried to get it out of my head. I tried so hard I almost gave myself a headache. But it wouldn't go away. For now, the image of Coda, sitting on the bed panting with his pink, glistening meat in one paw, staring up at me as if I was a hunter with a rifle who'd finally tracked down his prey, wouldn't leave my head. Ash came out not long after, raising a brow and me and helping me up. Neither of us said anything, both observant enough to know what the other knew at this point, and walked over to the elevator. *** "LISTEN UP, MAGGOTS!" boomed the voice over the loudspeakers of the training facility; the voice was deep and powerful, hardened from obvious years of leadership, instructing, and disobedient students. Although, coming from the small mouse as it was, it seemed rather rediculous. Not to be misled, he bore the insignia as General of the Army, the highest attainable rank; I couldn't believe one of the Generals of the Army were at just a training camp, but, there you go; there were only four appointed in the entire US Army, so I knew better than to think down on him. This guy was the real deal. The hall was pretty packed now. Most of the furres had arrived a mere 20-30 minutes before the introduction speech began and a few were still filing in. The training hall was pretty impressive; it was devided into four quarters. A forest area, a desert area, a city landscape, and a mountain area. All four sections were perfect replicas, looking real enough to have been cut out of the respective type of tundra and being brought straight here by chopper. We were currently in the desert area, which was pretty barren really, as most deserts are, with just a few hills dotted around the place. Keep note that the areas were so big, I could only just see the forest and mountain areas in the far distance, the whole place was massive. "You're all the new recruits, obviously. I'm dissapointed. Even last year's bunch were better than this, and that's really saying something, worms! It's going to take a lot of hard work on our part to bust you into shape, and I dare say I might have to ask for a raise. Maybe we should be giving you lot to a church, because it seems like we'll need a miracle to get you into the army, not just training!" I couldn't stop myself from laughing. I had to try my hardest not to burst into fits, so I was pretty happy with my stiffled laughs, mouth covered by paws. Unfortunately, the General didn't seem to think it was a good enough effort, and since I was out the front, I was busted from the word go. With speed and agility that I really didn't expect someone who sat behind the scenes to have, the General practically dissapeared, and before I could catch a glimpse of what was going on, I felt a huge surge of pain run through my back as a small boot was embedded into it; before I even landed in front, I was hoisted up by the collar by the small mouse. At first I feared that I'd gone too far just as the cafeteria lady had told me not to; but the glint in his mousey eyes said more than words could. 'Play along,' they seemed to say, and I didn't dare break his order after how much pain he'd somehow managed to inject with such a small limb. "What's so funny, husky boy? You think that this is something to laugh about?" I quickly shook my head; the reason I was laughing was how set-up and stereotyped he was acting. His knee shot up, and while I felt it between my legs, and I heard a loud crunch come from the loudspeakers, the movement halted at the exact moment that he came into contact with me. I didn't need any more encouragement than that; I let out a huge yelp of mock pain and slid to the ground when his grip released me, eyes clenched tight and curled up as tight as I could. I acted as well as I could; I didn't want him to have to actually hurt me to get the desired effect. "See that you lazy furballs? Husky boy here thought I was funny. I think it's funny that he'll never have pups." I put my face to the ground to hide the grin that seeped across my muzzle. The General had a good sense of humour. "Anyone else feel the need to halt their bloodline?... No?... Good." At that, the General picked me up effortlessly and dumped me, ungraciously, on my chair, both Ash and Coda wincing at me very heavily. Orientation went pretty smoothly from there. No one dared laugh at the General again; he said he'd only tell us his name if we somehow earnt the right to hear it, which would, apparently, probably never happen, so I'll just call him the General. He mostly went over things Drake had already gone over with me. The layout of the campus, punishments to people screwing up, our subject selections, and so on. Once he was done and everyone was about to file out, he stopped us for a moment. "Oh, one more thing... I want all the people who got here late to stay behind, as well as Husky boy over there. I caught some pitied glances, mostly from Ash and Coda, but they didn't stick around, and I didn't blame them. The General was a pretty scary guy. After lecturing the latecomers and making them do 100 pushup straight (I swear my fur went a few shades whiter), the General approached me, electing a gulp from me. We locked stares for a moment, but I refused to give in, despite his status. I've always been stubborn by that. I matched his stare, feeling sweat pour down my forehead, but not moving to wipe it. We only stood there about five seconds, but it felt like five minutes. The General was a powerful man, and his stare conveyed that. I could feel him looking through my soul, and likewise I could see his own soul through his. It felt like he was disecting me on a table, tearing off my limbs and skin as a young child would to a butterfly, looking through my insides, studying my guts, trying to get beneath the mask that everyone has and see what I was, truly. I instantly respected him beyond anyone else in my entire life, and I knew that he was wise beyond his years, even though he looked to be in his late thirties, his eyes held the knowledge of someone who had led at least 3 lifetimes. I didn't let it show, though; or I tried not to. I held his stare the whole time, and gave back, as much as I could when faced with the amount of tension he was giving. After those few seconds that felt like minutes, the General erupted into laughter and spun me around, patting me heavily on the back and forcing me to walk with him. "Ahhh, it's been a long while since someone's held my stare. Not since Captain Drake, I believe. It's excellent to see a new recruit with such spirit!" My ear twitched when I heard Drake's name. 'He was a Captain, and he'd probably been here a while; it'd been that long since someone had just stared down the General? -Just- stared down?' I thought to myself, pretty proud of myself, now. The General had his hand on my shoulder the whole while; he was only slightly shorter than me, around 5'3-4, and had one of those overly friendly demeanors; when he wasn't speaking in public anyway. He had plain grey fur which was messy and scarred from, assumably, years of war. It looked like he had shoulder length hair, very unusual for someone of his rank, black and messy. His breast was practically layered in metal, including the extremely impressive insignia of General of the Army, which was represented by five stars in a circle, and above it, the United States Coat of Arms, which had been changed from the Human days to an impressive tribal design of two dragons, back to back, with a miniature, simplified flag between them. It was, without a doubt, pure gold. "I've heard a little bit about you, Okhami, and was warned of you by both your mother and Drake. Sounds like you're quite a troublemaker according to your mother. I do hope I won't have to pry you from the arms of this outpost's psychologist," he retorted, giving me a rattish grin, and no time to reply. "But seriously, I -know- I won't have to do any such thing, because I'm sure that kick to your back warned you just how serious I can be." This made me think about it; I suddenly realized that there was a huge pain in my back. It was probably entirely bruised. How a mouse did so much damage with a single kick escaped me. The General grinned again as he saw me falter in my work from realizing the pain, and laughed to himself softly. "What Drake has told me, however, is a different matter. Drake believes you have a large amount of potential, just from looking at the way you walk; Drake is very good with such things, he's been known to pick out who will make it here and who won't, just from the way their body moves. He's taken a special interest in you, so I thought I'd check what subjects you plan on doing. Just to make sure." "Basic Blade skills, Advanced Blade skills, Sniper skills and Capoeira, sir!" I barked; I had enough respect for the General to give him proper military etiquette. The General smiled and nodded, looking back ahead. "I expected close to as much. Except for Sniper Skills. Why that?" "I'm a hunter, Sir. Whether using using a blade, a gun or even my fists and feet, I don't plan on being seen, Sir. A sniper rifle is the best way to kill from the shadows, Sir." At this, the General raised a furry brow and stepped in front of me, a bit of concern evident on my face. "You're not one of those sadist types are you, Okhami? We've got a few of them and, although they often make excellent soldiers, I don't tend to get along with them well at all." I faltered at this. I guess I was coming off pretty bad. "No, sir. I apologize if that's the impression I made. I'm in the army to become stronger, Sir, so that I may fend for myself, and others." Although I originally made this up as a sap story, soon after saying it I realized it was true. Although I hadn't originally intended to come into the army, it was one of a number of paths I was considering. Strength doesn't just help you out in a fight, it builds confidence. It allows you to plough ahead in anything you do in life, remain headstrong through it all, whether it be fighting, art, or business... Being strong is a first step to success in anything you do. The General seemed to read my mind, and had that sly, all-knowing mousey smirk. He laughed softly, and stepped out of the way of the building behind him, which I realized was the male dorm building. "Good... Very good answer. Drake was right, you are going to make a good soldier. I'll keep my eye on you, and I'm sure we'll meet again." At this, the mouse offered his paw to me, forcing my eyes to widen. "General of the Army, General Faust L. Grant." I took his hand and shook it, truly honoured. "New Recruit, Private Okhami Hibana." We parted with a formal salute, and I felt his equal. I knew I wasn't, not by a long shot in any way, but I felt respect, and I made sure to issue it back tenfold. We both smiled brightly, and parted ways. 'Hibana, eh?' Faust thought to himself. 'I'd assume the son of Kaworu Hibana... If so, this -is- going to be interesting..,' before entering the office for another meeting with all those violent, sadist instructors he disliked so strongly. --- Ever so slowly, I saw it begin to emerge. It was so much more beautiful up close. That pink meat, glistening in the perfect, serene moonlight from the window, just made it even more romantic. There was a light rustle of wind, cooling against the otherwise warm night. I felt my tongue subconsciously move over my lips, and another tongue moving over the nape of my neck. Running my hand over the soft, golden fur on his side, I leaned in and gave him such a delicate kiss on those thin, pup lips. He whispered something in my ear; I didn't hear what it was, but I felt myself acknowledge it and lie down. From the bed I could see him perfectly; his fur was beautiful in the moonlight, and the shine of both love and lust was bright in his eyes. His tongue was out of his lips, giving him that typical pup look, and the next thing I felt was the tip of that perfect-sized shaft pressing between my thighs. I felt my teeth descend on my lower lip as he lifted my hips to him, and leant down to whisper sweet nothings into one large ear. Finally, so slowly that it just creditted the moment more, he began to push into me, and... --- I woke with a sweat. Instantly I looked around, gathering my surroundings; it was a warm night, typical of summer; the moonlight was filtering in slowly through the window. Coda was, unlike before, back in his bed. I stared at him a moment and silently cursed. "Shit," I mumbled, softly. "I did NOT just dream that..." I stayed awake a few minutes longer, contemplating the last few minutes of my sleep. 'No. No, no, no,'I thought. 'Out of the question. Completely false. I am not like that.' I reassured myself a few more minutes, before drifting back to sleep, only to be met right where I left off. *NOTE: Hyenas, in certain furre universes, have a similar past and present to African-Americans. So with Ash's voice and demeanor, just think typical. NOTE2: Yes, the yiff scene is meant to be short. It's meant to be a tease. Don't complain. -Waves sword- Or you know what happens.