# A Bump in the Night 14: Fluid Situation

Author: Vendetta
Tags: Age Play, Bestiality, Cub, Incest, Leopard, M/F, Masturbation, Plot Development, Pregnancy, Vaginal, Zoophilia

#15 of A Bump in the Night

Reeling from the aftermath of their discovery, the twins each have to deal with the situation in their own way.

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Cold trees swept past the window; Katie held a paw up to them. &nbsp;Cold glass; a world filled with sorrow; no future, no hope. &nbsp;She wouldn't cry again, not in front of Dad; not in front of them. &nbsp;She promised herself that. &nbsp;Alone in the back seat of the SUV, the leopard sat miserably with her ears back, looking at her paws. &nbsp;That card was still there; she hadn't even noticed she was still holding it. &nbsp;Katie uncurled one paw and stared at the small crumpled piece of card. &nbsp;A shard of hope in a hopeless world. &nbsp;She looked closer: 'Doctor Valerie Clarabella Shoemaker ~ MD DO PT DSW PhD ~ Paediatrics Resident.' &nbsp;There were several phone numbers and an email address next to a swirly logo. &nbsp;Katie stared a moment longer, and then slipped it into a pocket. &nbsp;Her lifeline.&nbsp;

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The vehicle droned and rumbled as it drove briskly down the multitude of suburban streets, Mum and Dad silent in the front. &nbsp;Driving her to her fate. &nbsp;She'd fight them, if it took all her strength. &nbsp;She would. &nbsp;Time became meaningless, and it didn't seem long at all until they pulled up at Aunty Susan's house. &nbsp;Katie looked out of the window, streaked with cold rain. &nbsp;Neat grass and neat flowers, picket fences, untidy with a kaleidoscope of Autumn leaves. &nbsp;A house just as neat, not grand like home, but there never seemed a shortage of space. &nbsp;It sat nestled between others, close but not quite touching; Mum once said it would be a townhouse if they were all joined up. &nbsp;The engine stopped; Mum and Dad opened their doors. &nbsp;Her quiet solitude was broken a moment later when her side door opened; Mum beckoned her out.&nbsp;

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"Come on. &nbsp;Aunt Susan's waiting." &nbsp;Mum took her paw hurriedly and started walking the girl up the garden path. &nbsp;Dad hung back and closed the car door, looking away. &nbsp;&nbsp;

Katie's dark frilly skirt shifted in the breeze, long and proper, almost like school uniform. Her hair blew round her shoulders and the wind was cold; the chill of winter; she curled her paws and tail around her. &nbsp;They were at the front door. &nbsp;Childhood memories of long ago surfaced; of waiting for Auntie Susan to open the door; of a day of play; of a weekend of fun. &nbsp;Not today. &nbsp;Maybe not ever. &nbsp;Mum rang the bell and they waited, but only for a moment. &nbsp;A leopard opened the door; she looked tired, her facial markings a mirror of Mum. &nbsp;Aunt Susan glanced down at Katie with a mixture of pity and sorrow, silent. &nbsp;The two adults nodded at each other and Susan gently beckoned the girl in. &nbsp;Taking her paw, she guided Katie through the front door of the house and beyond. &nbsp;A younger leopard boy could be glimpsed waiting tense in the hall, and then the front door closed.&nbsp;

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Mum hung her head down for a moment, standing at the doorstep of her sister; her only daughter gone. When she could, the leopard turned around and walked back to the car.&nbsp;

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Tuesday.&nbsp;

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Tommy awoke with a start, clutching the sides of his bed. &nbsp;Panting, sheets in a tangle; the beginnings of a cry half formed on his lips. &nbsp;It was just a dream. &nbsp;It was so vivid, but it was, it was just a dream; he kept repeating that to himself like a mantra as his heartbeat slowed down. &nbsp;As his emotions settled. &nbsp;Horrible things danced in his imagination, just out of reach; he pushed them away. &nbsp;Just a dream.&nbsp;

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The cub wrinkled his nose. &nbsp;Laying on his back in bed, he squirmed slightly, and then yanked his duvet to one side. &nbsp;Deep shame suddenly filled his body and heart. &nbsp;His pyjamas were wet and he lay in a soaked bed, the covers dark and soaked in a circle beneath him. &nbsp;Wet and cold; he shivered, ears flat to his head; he let out a small whimper. &nbsp;Tears stung at his eyes, but he wouldn't, he wouldn't let them; what good were they anyway? &nbsp;He was no better than a big baby, and deserved to be treated like one if he kept doing this. &nbsp;Tommy hadn't wet the bed since before he could remember, and now here he was on day three.&nbsp;

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Another whimper escaped his lips; Mum would be furious. &nbsp;The bed was fine; he'd had to endure the shame of waterproof sheets after the second time, but sheets still had to be washed. &nbsp;Dawn light touched his bedroom window and, not entirely succeeding at holding back the tears, Tommy sat up and got out of bed. &nbsp;Wet and cold and smelly; his fur was itchy and unpleasant. &nbsp;This was his duty now; he couldn't risk angering Mum any further. &nbsp;The cub padded lightly across the room and picked up a plastic laundry basket; his wicker one had been taken away. &nbsp;Tipping out the clothes already in it, the cub began to strip. &nbsp;Peeling off wet pyjamas, tops and bottoms, he got undressed, dumping them wetly in the basket when he was done. &nbsp;&nbsp;

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Tommy's tail hung limply behind him, wet too; he shivered. &nbsp;Next his duvet, that cover had to go; parts of it were damp. &nbsp;Another bundle was tossed into the basket. &nbsp;Finally his bed sheets, unmistakably showing off his huge patch of shame; Tommy blushed and quickly stripped them. &nbsp;They were dumped in the basket and finally the job was done. &nbsp;Well, half done perhaps.&nbsp;

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It was still early; Mum and Dad were probably still asleep. &nbsp;The tutor didn't arrive till nine, but he couldn't wait. &nbsp;First a trip to the shower, then the laundry room; Tommy knew what he had to do. &nbsp;Thinking of the laundry room made him think of Katie, he sighed and tried to push that thought away; it hurt. &nbsp;The cub gathered his dressing gown and picked up his basket of shame, nose wrinkling once more. &nbsp;He made his way out towards the bathroom with his tail curled.

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Katie sat on the flowery two seat sofa, arms crossed over her chest, muzzle set in a defiant pout. &nbsp;Peter sat on the opposite side of the room in an armchair, sat lazily astride it with his tail dangling over the side. &nbsp;Tension crackled in the air as the younger leopard smiled nervously, tailtip twitching as he tried not to look. &nbsp;Between the two cats sat a German Shepherd. &nbsp;Not the talking kind, this canine was simply a dog, four legs and four paws; he looked from one leopard to the other as he softly panted.&nbsp;

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"Well King's happy to see you, even if you don't feel the same." &nbsp;Peter pointed at the dog.&nbsp;

The girl said nothing; the silence stretched on.&nbsp;

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"Won't you at least come play computer with me? &nbsp;I have the old Nintendo in my room." &nbsp;Peter tipped his head hopefully, trying, struggling to be friendly. &nbsp;He raised his ears, yet couldn't help staring at his cousin's tummy again. &nbsp;She glared then, catching his eye before hugging a cushion to herself. &nbsp;Over her tummy. &nbsp;It almost looked like she was going to cry.&nbsp;

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Katie hugged the cushion tighter, ears back, blinking rapidly as her young muzzle twisted with emotion. &nbsp;&nbsp;

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He glanced once more at that big tummy, cringed, regretted it. &nbsp;"It'll be all right, Katie."&nbsp;

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Without warning Katie got up and threw the cushion across the room at him. &nbsp;"Stop it!!" &nbsp;She cried suddenly, in tears as she ran out of the room. &nbsp;Before Peter could say anything, his cousin was gone, thundering up the stairs with a rapid pounding of footsteps. &nbsp;He cringed again at the sound of a door slamming a few seconds later. &nbsp;King looked from the doorway to Peter, muzzle tipped to one side in a quizzical fashion, ears pricked. &nbsp;The silence stretched on again, and the leopard sighed.&nbsp;

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"What did you say?"&nbsp;

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An elder leopard stood in the doorway to the kitchen, Peter turned around. &nbsp;"Nothing, Mum! &nbsp;Honest! &nbsp;I was just trying to be friendly..."&nbsp;

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Mum sighed softly and nodded. &nbsp;"I know... &nbsp;I know. &nbsp;It took me three days to get her out of her room. &nbsp;You just have to be really careful, okay? &nbsp;Cousin Katie's in a lot of trouble right now; the best we can do is help her feel less upset. &nbsp;Okay squirt?"&nbsp;

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The boy folded his ears back, shuffling awkwardly, "I know Mum... &nbsp;I'll try. &nbsp;Will she get better, do you think?"&nbsp;

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She sighed again. &nbsp;"Give her time, Peter, just time; I think you're all she's got right now. &nbsp;Be understanding, be patient. &nbsp;We'll do our best, won't we King?"&nbsp;

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The dog gave a soft woof and stood up.&nbsp;

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"Okay. &nbsp;I have to get the dinner on now. &nbsp;We'll see what we can do later."&nbsp;

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King the dog, regarded the two leopards and then softly padded out of the room. &nbsp;Upstairs.

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Wednesday.&nbsp;

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Tommy awoke quite suddenly and sat up in bed. &nbsp;It was morning; not long till he needed to get up anyway. &nbsp;Maybe that alarm clock wouldn't be needed any more, if this kept up. &nbsp;For once the tormenting dreams had left him alone, so far as he could remember. &nbsp;Groggy, sleepy, he swung his legs out from the bed and over the side, sitting there a moment. &nbsp;The leopard paused; his ears swept back. &nbsp;No, no, no, no, no, no. &nbsp;He lifted his duvet off, wrinkled his nose, and then began to cry. &nbsp;Sitting in his own damp bed, in damp pyjamas, Tommy found he couldn't stop the tears. &nbsp;They just kept coming, wet like his mornings; they flowed down his soft muzzle. &nbsp;The cub put his paws over his mouth, helpless, and sobbed. &nbsp;Deep hitching sobs from deep inside, there was no holding it back; soft noises of misery began escaping his twisted mouth. &nbsp;Tommy hung his head down and let the sorrow pour out.&nbsp;

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There was a soft knock at the door a few minutes later, but he didn't hear it. &nbsp;Soft footsteps, and then Tommy jumped. &nbsp;A large paw wrapped its way round his shoulder.&nbsp;

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"Tommy?"&nbsp;

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He looked up and couldn't recognise who was standing beside him, the world a blurry haze.&nbsp;

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"D-d-d-dad?"&nbsp;

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The older leopard went to sit down, discretely pulling a dry part of the duvet under him; Tommy blushed. &nbsp;He blinked rapidly, trying to see. &nbsp;Trying to see that concerned muzzle which was looking at him. &nbsp;It was no good, and as Dad hugged his son, his only son, Tommy buried his muzzle in the leopard's fur and begun crying inconsolably.

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"Shhh... &nbsp;Oh Tommy..." &nbsp;Julian softly stroked the cub's head.&nbsp;

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Katie sat on her bed and looked down at her paws. &nbsp;She flexed them, grasping for hope, grasping for some way out of this. &nbsp;She couldn't see it.&nbsp;

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This was the guest bedroom; she'd stayed here in the past, in happier times, in normal times. &nbsp;Faded posters lined walls from decades past, from their past. &nbsp;A simple set of drawers stood beside the bed. &nbsp;A wooden chest with games and toys; she recognised some of them. &nbsp;A small wardrobe for her clothes. &nbsp;She'd need bigger clothes for herself, now.&nbsp;

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The girl could still scarcely believe it, piled on top of everything else. &nbsp;A little life was growing inside her, deep inside; Tommy had put it there. &nbsp;Hadn't he? &nbsp;She nodded emphatically, wringing her paws; he had. &nbsp;Her silly brother had mated her so many times, it had happened. &nbsp;She was pregnant, despite what they'd convinced themselves of. &nbsp;It was too much to take in. &nbsp;All Katie could really be certain of now was her growing tummy, and that had nothing to do with eating too much. &nbsp;Freed of that concern, she'd completely caved in to her ravenous demands. &nbsp;Aunt Susan had been gentle, kind, and patient, supplying all the food she could eat without a word. &nbsp;That didn't stop Peter sometimes giving her dirty looks though.&nbsp;

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The cub sat on the bed with her ears flat, intensely weary, wondering how she had any tears left. &nbsp;But then she only had to think of Tommy or that Saturday appointment at the hospital, and back they came. &nbsp;Katie rubbed her nose and sniffled, wrapping her tail around her side. &nbsp;She'd memorised Doctor Valerie's main office number now, but that card never left her side. &nbsp;The past few weeks had taught her not to take anything for granted; she slid a paw into her pocket to check it was still there. &nbsp;Aunt Susan didn't have a phone anywhere private, and she didn't believe in mobiles. &nbsp;But Katie had to find a way to call her, and soon.

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Saturday. &nbsp;That day seemed to roll towards her like a far off storm, ever closer, rumbling menacingly in the distance. &nbsp;She clutched her stomach, shaking her head. &nbsp;She wouldn't let Dad do it. &nbsp;The leopard bit her lip and fought back tears; Valerie would help, she had to. &nbsp;Katie missed her silly brother so much, and nobody would tell her if she'd even see him again. &nbsp;She hugged her tail tighter around herself, closed her eyes and began to cry, very quietly. &nbsp;Warm tears rolled down familiar tracks of her muzzle; she didn't wipe them away. &nbsp;Loss and grief and hurt and fear coursed through the girl, and gently, she began to rock.&nbsp;

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Katie gave in. &nbsp;What was one more evening of crying until bedtime, anyway? &nbsp;She might as well just-- &nbsp;Something warm and wet snuffled over her paws; her eyes snapped open, bleary with tears. &nbsp;She gasped at the tan coloured blur in front of her, the thing licking her.&nbsp;

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"K-K-King?"

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The cub blinked rapidly, trying to see, and bent down to pet the friendly dog. &nbsp;"Oh King... &nbsp;H-h-how did y-y-you get in here?" &nbsp;Her voice held a soft warble from crying. &nbsp;He snuffled at her paws and then reached his muzzle higher, to lick at Katie's; to lick away her sorrow. &nbsp;Katie paused and let him for a moment, his tongue reassuring and warm.

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"Ack! &nbsp;S-silly doggy!" &nbsp;She gave a soft giggle despite herself; it did tickle a bit. &nbsp;Katie wiped her eyes and slid down off the bed, bringing herself down to his level. &nbsp;Without waiting a moment longer, she interrupted his comforting touch and closed her arms around him in a hug. &nbsp;He was furry and warm and he panted softly by her head. &nbsp;His fur was longer than hers, an infinitely varied canvas daubed brown and black. &nbsp;She hadn't hugged in far too long. &nbsp;She hadn't hugged Tommy since--&nbsp;

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Katie let out a brief sob and hugged King tighter, fresh tears marking both their fur as she kneeled. &nbsp;"W-what am I gonna do, King?" He made a soft noise and wriggled out of her grasp, inclining his muzzle to lick at her mournful flat ears. &nbsp;Katie flicked them, trying not to giggle again as the tears softly fell. &nbsp;But the dog was indifferent to her incongruity, licking relentlessly, even making those ears stand up a little.&nbsp;

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"K-King... &nbsp;Mmmf" &nbsp;She sniffed and wiped her nose. &nbsp;"T-that tickles." &nbsp;Blinking back tears that seemed to fall whatever she did, Katie pulled free of the assault. &nbsp;She pulled right back and looked at the him; King tilted his head and gave a soft whine. &nbsp;He couldn't just leave it at that, and pressed his muzzle forward to lick her damp fur again. &nbsp;She let him; she didn't have the strength, and so he licked softly at her; down her cheeks, the sides of her muzzle, down to her nose. &nbsp;He licked her salty tears away, tender touches for her sad face. &nbsp;They were nearly gone, drying up, chased away by soft doggy kisses; bless him. &nbsp;Katie panted softly through her nose; he licked her mouth.&nbsp;

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His soft doggy tongue grazed her lips and she gave a shiver; it felt... interesting. &nbsp;His warmth and smell enveloped her, clean, canine and no bad breath. &nbsp;And he licked, licked her lips, suddenly very interested in them. &nbsp;Katie gave a soft gasp and tried to push him away; it was a little overwhelming; it was intimate. &nbsp;This only seemed to embolden him, his tongue pushed and wriggled against her, trying, trying... &nbsp;Trying to slip between her lips! &nbsp;Katie gasped, and the dog abruptly slipped his long tongue all the way inside her mouth. &nbsp;She froze and he licked hungrily, naughtily, their muzzles locked together in a bestial interplay.&nbsp;

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Katie gasped again and stumbled backwards onto her rump, breaking the intimate contact in a panting rush. &nbsp;King wagged his tail and dipped his muzzle towards her to try again, whining; she pushed him back and shook her head. &nbsp;She'd just kissed a dog. &nbsp;She'd just kissed him, a dog. &nbsp;She felt dizzy. &nbsp;But it had felt nice, hadn't it? &nbsp;He whined again and she leaned over to tousle his ears.&nbsp;

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"Mmm... &nbsp;You like that King?" &nbsp;Katie rocked forward onto her knees so that she could get up, and that's when she saw. &nbsp;From her crouched position, the sight of it sprung out at her from between his hind legs: a vivid, slender finger of red. &nbsp;King had an erection! &nbsp;"Huh, boys..." &nbsp;Her eyes widened and she leant forward for a closer look, coming down onto all fours and craning her neck. &nbsp;She'd never seen it before, but then she'd never spent a huge amount of time in King's company. &nbsp;It wasn't like Tommy's, wasn't like Peter's either, less pointy; a straighter shape. &nbsp;It poked part way out of his sheath; she could see its slender shape. &nbsp;It was definitely his penis, no doubt about it; Katie licked her lips as she took in the details. &nbsp;He whined again, it bobbled, and then he shuffled around behind her.&nbsp;

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Katie gasped as his muzzle brushed her skirt and then pushed under it; the dog suddenly snuffled between her legs. &nbsp;She struggled, twisting out of the way, but not before he placed a wet lick right along the fabric of her panties. &nbsp;"King!!" &nbsp;The cub found herself on her rump again as he shrank away from her scolding tone. &nbsp;"Bad dog," she said, much more quietly. &nbsp;But that had felt nice too, hadn't it? &nbsp;Blushing with ears flat, Katie ducked her head and stared at him; it felt as if the heat had suddenly been turned up in the room. &nbsp;He stared back, just standing there, softly panting, softly wagging. &nbsp;Still showing a little bit of pink too. &nbsp;She shook her head; this wasn't right, not with the four-leggers. &nbsp;Everyone knew that, you didn't have to think about it; it was simply wrong. &nbsp;Wrong... &nbsp;Like her and Tommy? &nbsp;Quickly, Katie pushed that thought away.&nbsp;

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She looked at him; he was so kind, so gentle, and he was a boy. &nbsp;She wondered... &nbsp;"Come here, boy. &nbsp;It's okay. &nbsp;Come here." &nbsp;He pricked his ears up and then gently padded over. &nbsp;The young leopard petted those soft German Shepherd ears, then stroked down his side. &nbsp;Curiosity suddenly burned in her, tattered emotions flaring. &nbsp;Just what did she have to lose? &nbsp;The sight of it filled her mind unbidden, vivid and red and naughty, a boy dog's penis. &nbsp;Katie suddenly wanted to touch it. &nbsp;It would be so easy; he was just standing there and they were all alone. &nbsp;Her pulse quickened and she reached. &nbsp;She reached her paw down his side, down, down, under his tummy, through that thick fur. &nbsp;Katie swallowed. &nbsp;He stood there quietly as her paw wandered; she couldn't believe she was doing this. &nbsp;With a soft gasp she found it and shivered, bumping against the dog's sheath. &nbsp;It was furry and warm, a bit like Tommy's, yet quite different too; bigger with coarser fur. &nbsp;This was so naughty; her fingers closed around it.&nbsp;

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Katie gently squeezed and felt him, felt his penis hiding within, felt its rigid shape. &nbsp;It was thin, wasn't it? &nbsp;But so hard, like it had a bone inside; maybe that was it. &nbsp;Funny canines. &nbsp;The girl blinked and gently slid his sheath back, crouching lower for a better look, staring as his penis was exposed again. &nbsp;But more than that, a soft bump passed between her fingers, then slipped out of his sheath too; a round bulbous part wider than the rest of him, right near the base. &nbsp;He'd become very quiet, standing there for her, and now his hips jerked slightly. &nbsp;They lowered and began to twitch; Katie's eyes widened at the sudden movement. &nbsp;She slipped his sheath back up, afraid to actually touch his willy. It looked so red and sensitive, mottled with veins and colours; quite a different look than she was used to.

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She let go of him, somewhat overwhelmed. &nbsp;Katie had touched a dog's penis. &nbsp;She'd touched his penis, the penis of an animal; an unfamiliar thrill started to tingle through her. &nbsp;King hadn't seemed to have minded; he seemed quite happy to let her touch him. &nbsp;More than happy, he-- &nbsp;Katie gasped as a muzzle found its way under her skirt for the second time; there was suddenly much snuffling and sniffing and... &nbsp;She shivered and held still as his tongue found her again, seeking out her girl parts. &nbsp;This time she didn't squirm away; he was just returning the favour, just checking her out, right? &nbsp;The cub gasped as that tongue flicked between her legs, licking over her panties, warm and wet. &nbsp;She could feel it seeping through the fabric, rubbing at her sensitive skin; this was so... &nbsp;Katie stood up suddenly, breathing fast, dizzy.&nbsp;

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King whined and tried to jump up at her, blunt claws pressing against her dress. "No, King, down boy, please." &nbsp;Her tone was gentle; she looked around nervously. &nbsp;The bedroom door, open a crack where he'd padded in. &nbsp;She walked over, trying to be nonchalant; no reason for closing it, right? &nbsp;Distant noises came from downstairs; it sounded like everyone was busy down there. &nbsp;Quietly as she could, Katie closed her door and made sure it was properly shut this time. &nbsp;She had to get undressed for bed, that's right; a girl needed her privacy from prying cousins. &nbsp;King whined up from her side with a wagging tail; he was following the leopard like a lost puppy now. &nbsp;She padded back over to the bed; he followed her, of course. &nbsp;Katie chewed her lip as an uncontrollable shiver of excitement ran through her. &nbsp;Delaying no further, she reached up under her skirt and tugged her underwear down. &nbsp;In moments it was off; she tossed it onto the bed; King watched it fly.&nbsp;

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And anyway, it was only fair; he'd really seemed to like doing that to her. &nbsp;Katie nodded, that was it, she would just let him for a little bit. &nbsp;Just a little bit. &nbsp;Shivering, the cub got down on her knees in front of the dog, flicked her tail up and pulled her skirt out of the way. &nbsp;He didn't waste a second; the dog immediately pushed his muzzle up between the girl's legs. &nbsp;She gave a muffled squeal as his tongue found her, and then that was it; the girl's last bit of resistance fell away. &nbsp;Slipping from front to back, he was relentless, licking her everywhere, stroke after stroke of wet doggie tongue from her vagina to her tailbase. &nbsp;Katie mewled and clenched her paws, mind spinning; it felt so good. &nbsp;She needed this. &nbsp;Despite all the hurt and shame and tears, indeed because of them, she'd missed these feelings. &nbsp;Yet Katie could scarcely believe she was even doing any of this, and with him. &nbsp;He licked again and again, pushing his muzzle in, focusing on her vagina; those broad licks were getting shorter.&nbsp;

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He was pushing, pushing with his tongue, trying to slip inside her, hot breath washing over her private area. &nbsp;He was better at it than Tommy, and as she grew more and more excited, the dog was actually managing it. &nbsp;Pushing, pressing, wagging, King's tongue slipped between Katie's lips and she cried out. &nbsp;A little bit at first, then a lot, and quite soon the deed was done. &nbsp;He had his whole tongue inside her. &nbsp;Impossibly long wriggling wet warmth, Katie whimpered and tried not to make too much noise. &nbsp;It was deeper than she'd ever felt, deeper than she knew possible; Katie couldn't hold it in any more. &nbsp;As the family pet reamed her, as she let a dog lick inside her vagina, that longed for tickle started. &nbsp;The tickle became a spark and the spark became an explosion, and in moments she was gasping and hitching; an unstoppable flood of pleasure suddenly raging through her vagina. &nbsp;She squeezed on him, she chirped, and wisely King withdrew.&nbsp;

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Katie glanced over her shoulder, had it freaked him out? &nbsp;She squeaked in surprise, getting her answer as the canine suddenly put a paw up on her back. &nbsp;The German Shepherd dog shuffled forwards and in one easy movement, mounted the young girl. &nbsp;He was on her back, heavy, warm, and furry; his paws gripped her sides. &nbsp;She squeaked again as she felt something warm and hard nudging against her rear; the girl froze. &nbsp;&nbsp;

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"K-King, what are you--"&nbsp;

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It was his... &nbsp;It had to be. &nbsp;It prodded and probed, gently pushing as his back legs shuffled, searching. &nbsp;Was he trying to...? &nbsp;Closer, closer; Katie shook with sudden excitement, then it happened. &nbsp;The dog's penis caught in her furless slit, and he pushed, hard. &nbsp;Pleasure still pulsing faintly from her release, Katie gave a muffled cry; she felt King push all the way inside with one thrust. &nbsp;Slick and hard and thin, he easily penetrated and began to thrust. &nbsp;She felt him immediately squirting deep inside, and then an awful guilt suddenly gripped her.

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"King, no!" &nbsp;Katie struggled, twisting suddenly in the dog's strong paws as she sought to escape this intrusion. &nbsp;For a moment he clung to her, then she slipped free; he whined and thrusted at air. &nbsp;Katie twisted around and rolled over onto her rump, pulling her tail out of the way. &nbsp;Tears threatened yet again and she hid her face behind her paws; ashamed. &nbsp;How quickly she'd let Peter mate her back then, and now his dog? &nbsp;She couldn't, she just couldn't do it to Tommy. Not unless he said it was okay. &nbsp;Katie shook her head and then nodded, she'd put a stop to this now. &nbsp;And why was King so eager, had he done it before? &nbsp;Had he...?&nbsp;

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The dog nuzzled at her insistently, whining again; she took her paws away and looked. &nbsp;Her eyes widened and she really looked. &nbsp;Hanging between King's back legs was the biggest erection she'd ever seen; it was slick and long and red, shaped with all sorts of unusual curves. &nbsp;Especially at the base, that little nub she'd felt was now a serious swelling. &nbsp;She wondered what it was for. &nbsp;Naughtiest of all, thin clear squirts of liquid were jetting from his tip, about once a second; his willy twitched and swung with every one. &nbsp;Definitely not pee, she knew that much, but then what? &nbsp;It didn't seem like he was done; it just kept going and going and going... &nbsp;But he was shrinking. &nbsp;She stared some more, hypnotised, watching that red canine penis deflate and start to slip back inside his sheath. &nbsp;Was that what a dog's sticky was like?

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The squirts seemed to slow and disappear, and in a few moments he was back to where he'd started. &nbsp;Just that naughty pink tip stayed peeking out, seeking attention. &nbsp;Katie felt between her legs and blushed deeply; she was more than wet. &nbsp;She was leaking fluid that wasn't hers. &nbsp;Katie felt a rush of guilty pleasure go through her just at the thought of it, the thought he'd actually left something inside her too. &nbsp;A naughty voice in her head spoke up. &nbsp;_Boy number three..._ &nbsp;She pushed that thought away, excited and ashamed. &nbsp;King whined at her some more, padding up close, his eyes large with need. &nbsp;That pink tip of his wasn't going anywhere; the poor boy just wanted to do what all boys apparently did. &nbsp;

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Katie shook her head again, ears back. &nbsp;"I'm sorry, King..." &nbsp;She couldn't. &nbsp;Although... &nbsp;Maybe she could at least help him finish; that would be okay, wouldn't it? &nbsp;The leopard licked her lips, nodding and rubbing her paws together; she was just helping him out. &nbsp;He nuzzled her more insistently and she petted his ears. &nbsp;"Okay, okay... &nbsp;You're gonna have to help me out here, I've not done this before." &nbsp;Before the dog got too interested in her crotch again, tempting as that was, Katie shuffled herself over and came around beside him. &nbsp;This time she had a better view, a little lower down; he had to be discouraged from turning to face her. &nbsp;Katie paused, it didn't seem quite so daunting the second time, yet... &nbsp;She reached in with one paw and cupped his sheath; he grew quiet as she touched it again. &nbsp;And then, she slipped that paw back through his soft warm fur; she found his furry pouch. &nbsp;King grew very still as her fingers waltzed over it, exploring the shape before cupping it too. &nbsp;It was warm as the rest of him and so lovely to hold. &nbsp;Bigger than she'd felt before.

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He whined again, needful; Katie raised her ears and looked at him with sympathy. &nbsp;"Okay... &nbsp;Be a good boy and stand nice and still for me. &nbsp;Now I just need to, um..." &nbsp;She let go of his balls and returned to that sheath, slung under his belly and full of promise. &nbsp;Still his tip poked out, and so she began giving him the attention he craved. &nbsp;Gentle exploration at first; that strange boney rigidity all along his length, that swelling at the base. &nbsp;She gently rubbed, squeezed, pinched it between her fingers. &nbsp;The dog lowered his hips a little, but didn't do the thrusting thing this time; what was wrong? &nbsp;Katie started rubbing his sheath up and down, resting her other paw on his back, but still he didn't respond. &nbsp;She sighed, what was the holdup? &nbsp;Surely he couldn't be done for the day. &nbsp;She'd just squeezed his sheath, squeezed that swelling, that knot, squeezed behind-- &nbsp;Katie gasped; King's tail dipped and he suddenly thrust violently at her paw. &nbsp;She was caught off guard and he slipped from her grasp.

&nbsp;

"Oh... &nbsp;You like that, boy?"

&nbsp;

Katie took a moment to collect herself, then tried again, excited. &nbsp;She reached under the German Shepherd, to the base of his sheath, and gently started to rub. &nbsp;She found that magic spot, that thin part behind his sheathed knot, and she rubbed. &nbsp;King huffed, curved his back, lowered his tail; he began thrusting. &nbsp;In seconds he was thrusting violently, desperately, back paws shifting on the carpet as he attempted to mate with the leopard cub's paw. &nbsp;Katie gave a soft gasp and hung onto him, staring wide eyed; she felt his sheath catching and slipping against her fingers. &nbsp;The dog's thrusting hips bumped her arm but still she rubbed, blinking as she realised he'd slipped right out of his sheath. &nbsp;She was holding him behind the knot, and now it was fully exposed and growing; its warm slick bulk bumped against her palm. &nbsp;Those squirts were back as well, jetting hotly onto the carpet; thin and insistent. &nbsp;King's knot bumped her another time and curiosity overcame her; she moved her hand to grip it.

&nbsp;

She didn't want him to stop what he was doing and so her fingers split round his sensitive spot; still rubbing it. &nbsp;It felt good; it felt right; she felt hot. &nbsp;A perfect grip and he was hot too, hot and growing, that knot kept expanding and filling her palm. &nbsp;He seemed to be slowing down though, feverish energy decreasing while his knot size kept on increasing. &nbsp;All movement stopped, and it seemed he'd got as big as he got. &nbsp;Katie licked her lips and watched as he made a soft huffing, groaning sort of sound, his squirts suddenly growing thick and hot. &nbsp;They were starting to make a mess on the carpet; she blushed, embarrassed and curious. &nbsp;Her other paw slipped across to him unbidden, and then he was squirting on that instead. &nbsp;Warm and wet, the fluid quickly soaked her fur; in moments it was dripping between her knuckles.

&nbsp;

Katie withdrew that paw after a moment and with just a brief hesitation, sniffed at it. &nbsp;It was dripping on the carpet, that wouldn't do; she licked at it, ears hot. &nbsp;A sweet, salty, musky taste filled her muzzle, sweeter than she was used to. &nbsp;Her ears lowered shyly, she liked it; she liked it a lot. &nbsp;Katie gave a gasp as suddenly King shifted, struggling and pulling against her grip; she almost let go. &nbsp;He twisted around, lifting a foot over her arm, and then suddenly she found herself holding his penis out behind his back legs. &nbsp;It was squirting on her now, a hot rain on her legs; she chewed her lip.

&nbsp;

"Huh... &nbsp;Is this how you...?" &nbsp;She'd seen something once about dogs getting stuck together, bum to bum, could this be...? &nbsp;It looked painful all backwards like that; he didn't seem to mind, just pulling with gentle pressure so he stayed firmly in her paw. &nbsp;Katie gave his knot an experimental squeeze; he huffed softly and jetted harder against her legs. &nbsp;That warm musky smell rose from them; she was starting to feel damp. &nbsp;A little flutter ran through her stomach and she decided then that she had to try. &nbsp;Katie licked her lips and looked at King's engorged penis in her paw, bigger than she'd ever seen it, the biggest penis she'd ever seen. &nbsp;She watched his seed squirting again and again, angled him up, and then took his tip into her mouth. &nbsp;

&nbsp;

The canine penis passed her lips, hot and smooth; his hot squirts of semen suddenly landing on her tongue. &nbsp;She took him deeper, sliding him into her muzzle, feeling very hot now. &nbsp;Hanging on with one paw, her other found its way between her legs; she started to rub. &nbsp;King ejaculated into her mouth and the excitement kept building; he tasted sweet and musky. &nbsp;There was an awful lot of it too, filling up her mouth; after a moment she had to swallow. &nbsp;Katie couldn't quite believe she was doing this. &nbsp;It felt so wrong, and yet... &nbsp;He liked it. &nbsp;She was just helping him out after she'd got him all hot and bothered. &nbsp;But canines were, um, quite different it seemed. &nbsp;Not better, not worse; that wasn't fair. &nbsp;Just different. &nbsp;Katie squeezed his knot again, massaging it, and felt his semen spray harder against her tongue. &nbsp;He whined and shuffled; she leaned over to check he was okay. &nbsp;There was nothing to fear; the dog had a dopey, blissful expression all over his muzzle. &nbsp;With his head to one side, she could see King's eyes were half closed; his own pleasure gently pulsing through him, happily filling this cub's muzzle with his seed.

&nbsp;

Katie swallowed again; he sure produced a lot of the stuff. &nbsp;She wondered, how long would he keep up? &nbsp;Katie shivered and rubbed faster between her legs, idly imagining it all inside a different part of her instead. &nbsp;Gently she lifted her muzzle off him, giving herself a break as she swallowed for the third time. &nbsp;His squirts landed on her thighs again; she scooted a little closer. &nbsp;A little correction in aim, and... &nbsp;Katie gasped as that hot ejaculation now rained down between her legs. &nbsp;She rubbed, wet and growing much wetter, excitement surging in her like boiling water. &nbsp;Katie scooted closer still, angling him down; now she could feel the pressure of his squirts. &nbsp;She gasped, mewling, wet sounds issuing unbidden from her paw. &nbsp;As King painted her vagina with his hot sperm, the cub's breath caught in her throat. &nbsp;Her tail lifted up and she started to tremble.

&nbsp;

For the second time that evening, pleasure bloomed in a sudden rush from her groin. &nbsp;Katie hunkered down and moaned through clenched teeth, losing her grip entirely on King. &nbsp;He gave a soft grunt and stepped away, his squirting erection now hanging between his legs, hot and knotted. &nbsp;Katie tipped forward onto her arms, mewling, struggling to breath, pleasure lighting her up like fire. &nbsp;That's when she felt the dog's hot tongue again. &nbsp;His muzzle had found her and he licked, licked between her legs, washing over her burning flesh. &nbsp;Katie gasped and her hips started to spasm; the feelings redoubled. &nbsp;King licked noisily, cleaning her of his mess and hers, not a drop was missed. &nbsp;He kept on licking until finally she had to squat down and push him away, pleasure finally fading.

&nbsp;

Katie panted and looked as King set about licking over the wet spots on the carpet next, seemed he didn't want to waste any of it. &nbsp;Finally, he licked between his own legs, already shrinking. &nbsp;The canine flopped onto the carpet and twisted round to lick his sheath, guiding his penis efficiently back inside his sheath. &nbsp;In a minute it was gone, tidily hidden away once more; it was like nothing had even happened. &nbsp;Their eyes met and Katie was sure she saw gratitude in his blissed-out expression, sated and sleepy. &nbsp;She stood then, legs shaky; this needed cleaning up. &nbsp;An old blouse from yesterday would do, Katie dropped it to the floor and pressed it into the wet spots of carpet with her foot paws. &nbsp;

&nbsp;

She looked at the dog and blushed, still in some disbelief at what she'd done. &nbsp;But with the disposal of the evidence, the events existed only in her memory and in the lingering tingle between her legs. &nbsp;She had to tell Tommy, only she wasn't sure how just yet; she hoped he'd be okay. &nbsp;King was already asleep, curled up and happy. &nbsp;He had the right idea. &nbsp;It was nearly time for bed and so, Katie got settled down for the night.

&nbsp;

Unseen by either, the bedroom door silently closed.

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&nbsp;

Thursday.&nbsp;

&nbsp;

Tommy awoke quite suddenly and sat up in bed. &nbsp;He took a moment to blink the sleep out of his eyes, and then swung his legs out from under the covers. &nbsp;Methodically, he pulled the bed covers back and then begun stripping them from the bed. &nbsp;Wet. &nbsp;He was a bed-wetter now, and he had to take care of it. &nbsp;The duvet was stripped, then the bed sheets, all dumped in the basket. &nbsp;Next his pyjamas, cold and damp, they quickly went on the pile. &nbsp;Finally he was done, and the cub headed for the shower.&nbsp;

&nbsp;

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\*\*\*\*\*\*\*&nbsp;

&nbsp;

Tommy sat at his desk, in his bedroom, looking out at the grey world. &nbsp;It seemed the sun hadn't shone in weeks, and it was fitting really; he felt like he'd never see it again. &nbsp;Never see her again. &nbsp;He shook his head, fumbling with the stolen mobile telephone in his paw. &nbsp;Dad wouldn't notice it was missing, not for days; this was the spare one he kept at home. &nbsp;It was fully charged; Tommy stared down at the buttons. &nbsp;She only had two days left. &nbsp;They only had two days left. &nbsp;It was lunchtime and he had to risk it; Tommy's tutor was gone for an hour.&nbsp;

&nbsp;

Trembling slightly, Tommy held the phone and dialled the number, heart suddenly racing. &nbsp;He pressed the green button and stared at it with wide eyes. &nbsp;It connected; it went through, and suddenly it was ringing. &nbsp;He held it up to his ear, trembling and breathless. &nbsp;After a few seconds, a female voice answered.&nbsp;

&nbsp;

Tommy coughed and put on a high pitched voice. &nbsp;"H-hi! &nbsp;Is P-Peter there?!"&nbsp;

&nbsp;

"Who is this?" &nbsp;The voice at the other end sounded impatient.&nbsp;

&nbsp;

He giggled a bit despite himself. &nbsp;"It's Kenny! &nbsp;P-Peter's friend from school!" &nbsp;His voice warbled with nervousness and his ears twitched.&nbsp;

&nbsp;

Silence. &nbsp;The pause drew out, and then Tommy heard a soft exhalation from the other end of the line.&nbsp;

&nbsp;

"Peter! &nbsp;A school friend is on the phone for you! &nbsp;Make it quick please; you're due back at school in twenty minutes." &nbsp;The voice echoed down the phone, then there was a soft clatter followed by footsteps walking away. &nbsp;A moment later there were lighter, faster, more animated footsteps; the sound of paws clattering on wood. &nbsp;Finally there was a soft scrabbling sound.&nbsp;

&nbsp;

"Hello? &nbsp;Who's there?"&nbsp;

&nbsp;

Tommy looked around the room, ears low; he began to talk in a whisper, &nbsp;"Pete, it's me."&nbsp;

&nbsp;

"Tomm--!"&nbsp;

&nbsp;

He cringed, hissing down the phone, "Shhh!! &nbsp;Don't let your Mum hear, I'm not meant to be talking to you at all!"&nbsp;

&nbsp;

The line crackled. &nbsp;"Okay, okay, oh wow. &nbsp;You two are in so much trouble; I don't even know. &nbsp;How did you... &nbsp;What did you..."&nbsp;

&nbsp;

Tommy shook his head. &nbsp;"It doesn't matter. &nbsp;Listen Peter, I'm sorry to drag you into this, but I need your help, and I need you to keep another secret. &nbsp;Will you do that for me and Katie?"&nbsp;

&nbsp;

A long pause. &nbsp;Tommy could hear his soft breathing. &nbsp;"I won't get into trouble like you two, will I? &nbsp;I already got in trouble at school because... &nbsp;Never mind. &nbsp;I guess I'll help if I can. &nbsp;Katie's been so sad. &nbsp;Can you help her?"&nbsp;

&nbsp;

Tommy found a sudden hard lump in his throat and he struggled to speak, "She... &nbsp;Yes. &nbsp;It's a matter of life or death, Peter; I dunno what they told you."&nbsp;

&nbsp;

Now it was Peter's turn to whisper, "P-P-Pregnant, is that true? &nbsp;What are they gonna do, Tommy?" &nbsp;He started to sound concerned.&nbsp;

&nbsp;

"Shhh, don't let anyone hear you. &nbsp;You know what abortion is, Peter?"&nbsp;

&nbsp;

The younger leopard gasped softly from the other end of the line.&nbsp;

&nbsp;

"Listen Pete, we don't have much time. &nbsp;I need you to do exactly what I tell you. &nbsp;Find Katie; tell her in secret. &nbsp;Tell her to meet me tonight at our secret meeting spot; she'll know where it is. &nbsp;It's a bit of a walk for her, but not too far; we can't risk any other way to get there. &nbsp;Tell her to bring things to eat and drink, spare clothes, supplies, whatever she can think of."&nbsp;

&nbsp;

Another soft gasp down the telephone line. "Y-you... &nbsp;You're running away?"&nbsp;

&nbsp;

Tommy nodded, flattened his ears again, whispering: "Yes... &nbsp;Please keep your voice down. &nbsp;You can't tell anyone about this, whatever happens."&nbsp;

&nbsp;

Peter made a soft whimpering sound down the phone, "But I don't even know where that secret spot is."&nbsp;

&nbsp;

"Precisely. &nbsp;I'm sorry Peter; I have to do it, and Katie has to do it too. &nbsp;We have to keep the baby safe. &nbsp;It's the only way; she only has a few days left." &nbsp;A tinge of sadness and desperation began to enter his voice at the finality of it all. &nbsp;It had really come down to this.&nbsp;

&nbsp;

A long silence down the phone, shaky breathing now. "Do you promise you'll look after her? &nbsp;And the baby?"&nbsp;

&nbsp;

"Do you promise to keep this secret, and just tell Katie?" &nbsp;Tommy heard an affirmative grunt, after a moment. &nbsp;"Okay. &nbsp;I'm relying on you Peter; you're all we've got left. &nbsp;We owe you big, okay? &nbsp;Tell her tonight, whenever she can safely get away; I'll be there waiting for her."&nbsp;

&nbsp;

Now a soft sniffle. "I'm gonna miss you. &nbsp;Both of you. &nbsp;You'd better not be gone forever."&nbsp;

&nbsp;

Tommy felt another lump in his throat. &nbsp;"I promise. &nbsp;Goodbye Peter. &nbsp;Thank you." &nbsp;He reached the phone out in front of him and pressed the red button. &nbsp;The cub wiped his eyes, wrought with emotion; his entire world was spinning away even faster. &nbsp;But what choice did they have?&nbsp;

&nbsp;

He switched the phone off and began to pack; first the camping gear. &nbsp;Lunchtime was nearly over and there'd be no time to waste after lessons.&nbsp;

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