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I've received several questions about the story's milieu.

So:

World:

One in which miscellaneous mammals made the leap to intelligence; although it's possible that simians did, this civilization isn't aggressive about exploring (they lack the all-consuming monkey-curiosity of Humans) and no-one has crossed the Atlantic, so they aren't aware of what's on Africa/Europe.

Era:

Several centuries ago, the carnivores, herbivores & insectivores of Central North America came to an agreement. Each group has its own Supreme Council; the three Councils together are the government. Each Council is basically responsible for its own type, although authority is shared over all.

The science/tech level is approximately that of our 1900, with some variations.

Politics:

East of the Missouri River, South of the Great Lakes, things are more primitive, splintered into a myriad of Baronies - Strength Makes Right is the rule there.

West of the Rockies, although the residents are quite familiar with how things are in the Lands of the Combined Councils, they choose to remain at a tribal level. Often savage, always dangerous, they have no interest in joining into larger governmental organizations. There's a steady exchange of individuals moving both ways between the Tribal Lands and the Combined Councils Lands, seeking a life more to their taste.

North is the Vast Wasteland (Canada), a frozen hell. At least, that's how it appears to all but furrs such as snowtigers, bears, snowfoxes, fisheagles & so on.

South of the SouthWestern and SouthCental Desert is the Desert Alliance of Lizards & Avians. A harshly-ruled empire, DALA is unremittingly hostile toward the Lands.

SouthEast is the Island Hegemony. As high-tech as the Lands (if not more so), they're Anarchic Syndicalist - the Hegemony is run pretty well by its Associations. They'll sell anything to anyone...

Religion:

The furrs have a very simple religion. No priests - it's taught in school Philosophy courses. No meddling deities, no Divine Intervention of any kind.

Its basic principle is that Everyfurr Is Part Of The All.

Its basic rule is All Debts Of Any Kind Must Be Properly Paid.

Its basic tenet is Never Do To Anyone That Which You Wouldn't Want Done To You.

Relationships:

As a rule, no-one particularly cares who/what you love. All that matters in the furrs' minds is: Do You Love The Other Furr And Will You Treat Your Lover With Respect And Affection?

Calendar:

Year commences on First Day of Spring 1, the Equinox.

7-day weeks - Onedy, Twody, Threedy, Fourdy, Fivedy, Sixdy, Sevdy

4-week months

3-month seasons

5-season year - the final odd bit is called Renewal. Traditionally, contracts, elections and other important decisions are made then.

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Chapter Seven

When this has all been posted, anyone wanting the RTF version (containing emphasis and corrected typos, and possibly expanded) email me. I'd be pleased to email a copy of the whole thing.

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Love or Confusion? How do you tell?

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Love between Rayo and Gordon; Gordon gets in a fight

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Third Week, Summer 3, Year 1580

Gordon gathered his nerve. [This is shaving ridiculous!] he thought.

_He sighed. It didn't matter what he told himself, every time he got close to the beautiful rose-point his brain turned to scrambled eggs and he dithered. Bad enough that his deranged behavior had caused Lightning to pull back from him in ... contempt? Was it contempt? Or anger? Or what? Whatever it was, it was putting a terrible strain on the two big felinoids' relationship. And the disruption that caused in Gordon's mind was driving him nearly to distraction.

He raised his paw and knocked on the door of her house. The porch light flicked on and the door opened. The big mel standing there peered out at Gordon.

"Ah. Gordon. Tonight's the night I said that you two could go to the late concert, isn't it?" said Kairng Rairng, Rayo's father.

"Yes ser. Is Rayo ready to go to the show?"

"Indeed. More than ready - she's been driving her mother and me crazy, what with changing clothes three times and ..."

"Daddy!" came an outraged cry from behind him. He just grinned and turned sideways, revealing Rayo._

"My, what a surprise. Here she is, completely dressed." Rayo didn't say anything, just glared at him, but there was a throat-clearing "Ahem. Kairng," from his wife in the room behind.

"Shall we go now?" said Rayo, stepping out and taking Gordon's arm.

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Bar of Justice

Strianach walked into his favorite pub, The Bar of Justice (named for the High Court in the next block), feeling more confident and happier than he had in years. He flourished his cane, a heavy club-like knotted treeroot that served nicely for a fight as well as providing walking-stability.

The bartender looked up at him and started. "Dave, new clothes?"

"Oh aye, Birdy, finally got a job. This ever-so-classy uniform is that of a respected Guard at the High Court of Herbivoria. Do you like the crossed leather belts? And the damned itchy ancient-style cursed trews?"

"Well, great," said the ostrich. "Here, have a dram on me. I know how it's eaten at you not to be occupied."

"No shite!"

The ostrich poured a healthy measure of David's favorite tipple, Glen MacOwlen, in a glass and pushed it across the bar. David reached for it, but paused when Birdy cleared his throat. "Oh alright, you skrawny pinchpenny." He laid a moneynote on the bar, smiling. The two had maneuvered each other into buying drinks for years.

"What's the matter, Dave, you been in your kilt so long after the Navy that you forgot how to wear pants?"

"Oh, you are a fine one to talk - and when is the last time you had trousers on?"

"Hmph. You know perfectly well that we avians don't wear those things."

"You should. It would be a mercy on the rest of us who have to look at your legs. If that is what you call those pencils depending from your rump."

They carried on through the evening with their conversation. It wasn't all chaffing and teasing - there were serious things going on down at the Southern border, and many furrs were becoming quite concerned.

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First Week, Autumn 1, Year 1580

"Gordon, we have to talk," said Lightning.

Gordon winced - this could NOT possibly be good. NO one started out like that unless there was something wrong. Lightning had stopped him inside the front door of the school.

"Gordon, what do you think you're doing with Rayo? Why are you replacing me with her? Why are you turning away from, from me?" Lightning didn't look so much angry as sad.

"But Lightning, I'm NOT!" protested the shocked snowtiger. "Why, why, I've known - and loved - you just forever!"

"That's not the point - it's obvious to everyone that you're thinking about nothing - and no one - but her. Not me. You don't go out with me anymore - your time is all taken up with that, that fem."

Gordon opened his mouth to protest, but was silenced by Lightning's raised paw.

"I'm telling you right now - choose. Either her or me." There was a long pause. "You've chosen her, haven't you?" Lightning's voice broke, and he almost sobbed. "Go away - just, just go away!" Before Gordon could gather his wits enough to respond, the panther mel whirled and raced away at full speed from the building, slamming the door in Gordon's face.

[Is he right? Do I want her more than I love him? Am I really in love with Rayo?] The huge tiger wandered off, feeling more like a kitten.

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Second Week, Autumn 1, Year 1580

"Ah-ah-ahSHOO! ASHOO!"

"Here now. If you're gonna sneeze, sneeze the other way. Whassamatta, big kitty? Fluffy lil tail tickle oo nosie?"

Isaac glared at Samuel, whose head was twisted around to laugh at him. Isaac hugged his lover more tightly, enjoying the perfect way Sam's rear tucked into his belly. He paused in his thrusting, staying buried to his hilt in the tod's tailhole.

"Yes, you little brat. You did that on purpose! You knew just what you were doing with that huge brush of yours."

Sam giggled and wriggled his rump against Isaac. "Me? Make you sneeze on purpose when I know that it makes your ears ache? Me? Would I do that?" He arched his back a bit more, still gazing into Isaac's face. Sam's expression just oozed injured innocence; unfortunately for him, he couldn't maintain it very long - he dissolved in giggles again. "Of course I did. When you sneeze, you ram all the way into me. And I love that." Samuel's tail switched all the way to one side and locked there.

Isaac sighed. "You are evil. And perverted. And have a dirty mind." He paused for a count of three while Sam suddenly looked nervous. As soon as Isaac realized that Samuel was commencing to wring his paws, he hurriedly added, "I like that in a lover." Isaac leaned forward and deeply kissed his sweet little fox, then resumed his normal steady stroking in and out. "And incidentally, I don't know any other way to sneeze!"

Samuel groaned at the horrible joke, then sighed in relief. Although he knew that Isaac loved him as much as he loved Isaac, his insecurity was often threateningly aroused. Isaac, though, always caught it and reassured the little tod. Samuel felt the lynx's breathing speed up, signaling readiness to cum. The cat's bumpy barbs scrubbed the fox's interior - Samuel responded to the faster yiffing by promptly reaching his peak and squirting. Right along with him emptying, he felt Isaac filling him.

They lay there hugging each other for a while, then Isaac rolled, pulling Sam's throbbing cock against his rear. Samuel murred in anticipation. He grabbed the lubricant and smeared it into Isaac's tailhole. "Remember the first time you entered me? Remember what a hard time you had persuading me?"

"WHAT?" yelped Isaac. "You practically raped me!"

Maintaining a dignified silence, since he really couldn't deny it, Samuel rubbed and rubbed his thumbs around Isaac's tailhole.

Isaac's deep purring expressed his enjoyment of the lovemaking. He jerked slightly as he felt Samuel grasp his tail by its base. He moaned a bit as his tail was massaged and its base skritched. "All! Do you know what that does to me?"

"Oh, I think that I can tell." Samuel giggled. "About what your nipping at my poor lil ears does to me." He slid one paw across Isaac's rump and around his hip, moving it to where he could reach the top of Isaac's sheath. While he pressed one thumb into the lynx's puckered tailhole, he gently wriggled a slender finger down into the sheath. He carefully rubbed it around and around the quiescent cock.

Another moan of pleasure escaped the lynx. He pushed his hips up to accept the probing digit more deeply. A murr of satisfaction escaped the tod as he felt the catcock resurrecting - as it emerged from its furry home, he wrapped his paw around it. Samuel leaned forward and down, bending around Isaac's waist. He nibbled at the tip of the rapidly-swelling catcock.

Isaac moaned again, louder this time. "You think I'm unlimited, you, you randy little teenager?" gasped Isaac.

Samuel paused in working the dark pink tip long enough to say cheerily, "Of course you are, my heart! Whatever you have is always enough for me!" While he went back to nibbling at the tip and licking hard at the slit, he plucked his thumb from Isaac's tailhole, immediately replacing it with his longest finger. He enthusiastically massaged Isaac's prostrate.

Isaac groaned and grabbed at Samuel's head. "Don't do that! I want you in me - now!"

Samuel pulled his torso back upright behind Isaac. "Aye-aye, Lieutenant." He pulled his paw away from Isaac's rump and pressed his rigid cock smoothly into the ready tailhole. He let out a snarling yip of pleasure at the wonderful feeling.

Samuel's paws gripped Isaac's hips, holding them as he pushed forward. He buried his muzzle in the lynx's heavy ruff and let out a long breath, blowing into the neckfur in front of him. His slender body tensed as he slid in, his tail fluffed to full-size in pleasure, his eyes clenched shut. Holding tightly to his beloved's waist, he sank in until the bulge of his knot was tightly pressed against Isaac. Feeling daringly dominant, he nipped at Isaac's ruff. He pressed his chest into Isaac's back, and froze motionless (except for his paw which was slowly stroking Isaac's cock) for a moment to get used to the feeling.

The lynx felt Samuel's length buried inside him and the knot pressing against his backside. He pressed back a little more, starting to shift, feeling the flesh move around inside him, then he tensed to grip it firmly. His tail flicked madly, his own length swollen and aching.

The two gave happy murrs simultaneously as they moved, pulling apart some. The tod slid himself out until only his tip remained within the tight, hot tailhole. Isaac clenched hard, not wanting Samuel to withdraw. His tail locked sideways and he growled, "C'mon, Sam, c'mon ..."

The tod's hips began pumping, sliding his length completely in and back out to the tip with each stroke. The lynx's own length jerked and he spurted a string of precum.

Samuel's knot pressed between Isaac's cheeks with each stroke, rubbing against but not pushing past the ring. The tight warmth around his shaft and feel of fur and flesh around his bulge built him up toward his climax.

Isaac purred loudly in pleasure, his entire body vibrating. He pressed his head back, rubbing against the tod's muzzle. His body rocked counter to the thrusting. A small gasp escaped him as he felt the knot pressing against him, his shaft unleashing another small spurt of precum. His cock was swollen and throbbing almost painfully. He was close to his own climax, teeming right on the edge with just the smallest amount needed to send him over the edge. Then Samuel popped his knot in through the tight tailhole.

Release came for them simultaneously. Samuel gripped Isaac's shaft and squeezed. He pumped the shaft hard as he thrust forward, pressing his own length as deep into the tailhole as he could. He almost howled; Isaac did let out a strong yowl as they hit their orgasms.

The two pressed against each other, panting heavily as they waited for their orgasms to subside. Samuel's paw relaxed; dribbles of semen soaked his fingers. They shifted, rubbing together as the last drops escaped them both.

Isaac's purring felt marvelous to Samuel; he wanted to just lie there forever, tied to his beloved lynx, smelling the perfume of all the mixed scents from their lovemaking, feeling the purring ...

Neither moved until Samuel's knot completely relaxed. It was with regret that they felt his cock slip out of the hot, wet, tight tailhole.

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Second Week, Autumn 1, Year 1580

The day had been a hot, nasty one. An unseasonable heat wave had rolled in. The humidity was high enough to mat everyone's fur. Even with all the school windows opened for fresh air, there was no trace of a breeze. In the usual performance of bureaucratic mentality, all the school's fans had been put into storage the week before. They had to be - the calendar said it was time. It hit the heavily-furred breeds from cold country the worse.

Gordon couldn't remember a more uncomfortable day. Although he didn't mind being out in hot sunlight, this being trapped in a breezeless baking building was misery.

He had the last lunch period today, which increased his irritation. All his regular friends had eaten and left by the time he got into the cafeteria.

He had totally blown a calculus test - despite studying for it, he just couldn't produce the correct answers today.

He'd passed Lightning in the hallway and had to watch as the panther, upon spotting Gordon, immediately turned a corner and left.

Rayo was angry at him for something and he had no idea what. When he tried to ask if it was something he'd done, all she did was snap, "You know," and hang up the telephone. Fems!

Then to cap it off, the only main dish left was tuna and noodles. Gordon hated tuna and noodles. As far as he was concerned, it was a greasy, slimy, stinky, nasty imitation "food" that shouldn't be inflicted on anyfurr. He sat at a table and glared at his tray. Then he transferred his glare to the silent brown bear across the table. A recent transfer in, the ursinoid hadn't made any friends yet. In fact, he'd hardly spoken to any other student. He spoke up in classes only when a teacher specifically asked him a direct question.

At the moment, the bear was enthusiastically demolishing a big bowl of the tuna lunch. Gordon shuddered at the sight and looked away.

Reaching for the condiments rack without looking, the bear's wide paw tipped Gordon's glass of milk over and the milk flooded into Gordon's lap before he could react. The ursinoid jerked his head up and ineffectually attempted to grab the glass. Instead of saving the glass of milk, all he managed to do was flip Gordon's tray over, sending the dish of tuna and noodles into Gordon's lap where it mingled with the milk, making a sticky mess all over Gordon's fur.

Stunned, Gordon stared down at his filthy crotch and belly. Now he'd either have to miss his next class while he cleaned up (and he really liked Ancient Literature), or spend the afternoon sticky and dirty and stinky ... This was the last straw! His frustration with Lightning, his confusion about Rayo, his aggravation with the weather, his general anger with the world right now - they all boiled over into near-hatred for the bear. "You clumsy hulk," he hissed.

The bear spoke up - "Now, easy. I'm sorry about -"

The enraged snowtiger cut him off. "You're sorry alright. You're the sorriest, clumsiest, stupidest piece of -"

Now it was the bear's turn to cut the tiger off. "Hey! No call for that kind of talk. Back down, cat."

"Back down? Gonna be YOUR back down - down on the floor where slobs like you BELONG," Gordon roared. He flung the tray blindly off and away. Springing over the table, he swung a clenched fist at the bear's head.

The bear jerked a chair up and blocked Gordon's blow. Then he tossed the chair away and lunged to fight the enraged tiger.

Standing facing closely, they traded full-arm blows, claws retracted. Furrs stared in shock - almost everyone knew Gordon and this was just not like his normal behavior.

Some of the smaller furrs winced at the sound of the meaty smack when a blow landed. The bear and snowtiger were each extremely strong - if a little furr, like a squirrel or ferret, had been hit like that, he would have been splattered.

The battle didn't last more than a minute. Everyone suddenly heard an ear-splittingly loud hiss. Startled, the combatant furrs paused in their swinging and turned to see an enraged wolverine mel rising from his seat - he had food splattered across him, and was rubbing his ear where the chair hit. He dropped low and advanced on them across the cafeteria room, his ruff slowly rising, his musk pouring out, his fangs glistening, his eyes turning red.

All the furrs between him and his targets promptly fled - even those out of the direct way suddenly decided that a good place to be was somewhere else. A very good place. Anywhere else. Preferably on the other side of a stone wall.

Both combatants froze in shock, their quarrel forgotten at the sight of serious injury approaching.

The bear whimpered, "Th-that's the scariest thing I've ever seen."

The wolverine's advance was suddenly interrupted by the arrival of the infamous squirrels, Flame and Cloud. Without hesitation, the two clamped their arms around his neck - or at least where the neck would be on another furr. They were chattering outraged scolding at him at the tops of their lungs. Taking turns smacking his head, they led him off, still scolding. The bizarre scene looked rather like two four-legged rats trying to bring down a four-legged timber wolf.

The bear sat whumf flat on the floor, hind legs outstretched, then let out a heavy "whoof."

Gordon thought that was a good idea, a very good idea, much better than trying to walk. He dropped his butt to the floor. Gazing after the departing wolverine and squirrels, he said, "No, THAT was!" Then he sighed deeply. Turning to the bear, he said, "I apologize. Just been having a really rotten day. I shouldn't've turned on you."

"It's okay. If I wasn't such a clumsy oaf, nothing would've happened."

Gordon cocked his head, still feeling ashamed of himself. "We've never met before. I'm Gordon MacIntyger." He stuck out his paw.

The bear took it, and replied, "Chern Riemann-Roch. We moved here from Mountainstead."

Gordon whistled. "Wow. Clear up there by the Great Wasteland! That's a long way to move. Did your parents come here for better work?"

"No - my father heard schooling here was the best. He wants me to qualify for a college scholarship in mathematics."

"Hrm. Even with your studies, you need to meet people. I know! C'mon, you're gonna meet Coach Baker. You're trying out for the wresting team."

"Yes? I am?" the bemused bear asked as he was dragged off.

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