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Chapter Eight

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Blades and Bodies

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The furrs of the Combat Team were standing beside Coach Howell in the Mallard Furmore High School gymnasium, watching a sword match between two teams of three. "I just don't know about this, Coach, he's so little," grumbled Lightning as he waited for his match to begin against Benjamin Furrison Technical High School in the Capitol Interschool League.

Coach Howell just growled, but when a huge doberman growls like that, it gets everyone's full attention. Lightning snapped his mouth shut. Howell glared at the black panther - Lightning tried to look very attentive and obedient.

"Trying to tell me how to run the Combat Team, Darke?" said the Coach in a deceptively-quiet voice, leaning close to the panther. "You think you're a better judge of talent than I am now?" The Coach leaned closer, close enough to the panther that Lightning felt Howell's hot breath on his face. Lightning's ears and tail went completely limp. "You spend more time thinking about what the team members can do than I do? You've seen more matches than I have?"

All Lightning could think of was, how could he get out of this? "Um, Coach ... I only ... I just ..."

"You just didn't think, that's what. Look, Lightning, you're good. You're real good. I've never seen any furr faster with a blade than you."

Lightning perked up at hearing this - his ears loosened from being plastered flat against his skull.

"But!"

Lightning drooped again.

"You can't see in all directions at once. This is a team sport. Team. In a real fight, the enemy won't politely line up and come at you one at a time. They come from every direction, as many as possible and as fast as possible. That's why we compete in teams of two or three. Clear now? My policy meets with your approval?"

"Y-yes, Coach, sure ... um, I mean ..." Lightning wished he'd never opened his mouth. He felt like he'd stuck his foot into it clear up to the knee. If he could only finish the job and disappear completely ...

"It does? Gee, how nice! Have you any other ideas? Or decisions?"

Lightning wanted to just shrivel up - anything, so long as he could get out of this dead-end trap of a conversation. He wisely decided that keeping his mouth shut was going to be the best possible thing he could do. He was proud of the blue-and-white bodysuit that only members of the Combat Team wore, with its tiny red and yellow stripes down the sleeves indicating personal and team wins. He didn't want to make the coach so angry that he might get suspended from the team or, even worse, kicked off of it.

The Coach glared at him a moment longer. "Now. You and your teammate get out there on the mat."

That evening, the dozen furrs of the Combat Team were matched against a team from the Benjamin Furrison Technical High School. Furrison was famous for its extremely strict academic standards - despite that, they had a high opinion of their athletic abilities. It was a well-earned pride, too. So far that year, the BFTHS Combat Team had come away from every match in the League with a winning score in over-all points, even though they'd lost some rounds. This time, the Furrisons had taken the Rifle Match with a wide margin, then the Furmores had regained a slight lead with the Archery Match. The over-all win was going to be decided tonight with the blades.

As the two pairs started to move to their positions at the corners of the safety mat, Lightning realized that Samuel had heard at least the last part of his chewing-out. It was obvious by the way the little tod's ears and tail had gone limp. Besides that, Samuel was wringing his paws in distress. Lightning realized that he'd better clear the air between them, or this match was going to be a very short one - and a complete loss for Mallard Furmore High School.

"Sam."

"Yeah, Lightning?" came the tiny-voiced reply.

Lightning winced. Just hearing Samuel, he could tell that the tiny fox had given up already. "Sam - I apologize. I was off-center. I wasn't thinking. If Coach Howell thinks that you have what's needed, that's good enough for me." He felt relieved to see Samuel's ears perking back up.

"Really? You think that I can do a good job?"

"Yeah. Now let's go win! Partner!" He pulled his blunted match-saber from its sheath with a flourish, and saluted the fox.

Samuel giggled, returned the salute, and happily trotted to his corner, his tail now like a fluffy red flag.

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An hour later, the sweating panther and fox stood at Attention in front of the judges and saluted the other team. Although they'd lost the saber match (just barely), they'd scored enough points over-all to make the Furmore Team the winner of this Combat Match.

"Don't look so woe-begone, Sam," said Lightning. "You did really well - not your fault that you were up against an antelope. No way were you going to have that kind of reach. But you scoring three points - that was good - very good. Shavit, I only scored four!"

"That's a fact, Fielder," spoke up Coach Howell. "I'm satisfied with you. Harumph. If I was forced to admit it, I'd have to say that I'm pleased with you." Samuel grinned at hearing that. His ears and tail perked high and he stood erect. Howell glared at him. "Fortunately, no-one can force me." Samuel gulped and put on his most solemn expression. His perked ears and tail, though, made it obvious he was delighted. Howell continued, "This was your first formal bout. Didn't expect you to win. Those points were fine - we won the whole meet by only three points. So, if you hadn't done what you did ... we'd have lost." He paused and smiled. "And that means that their coach owes me the finest steak dinner in town. That big elk is gonna regret betting me - just wait'll he finds out how much steak a doberman can eat at one sitting!"

The other furrs from the team were already on their way out, with their families and sweethearts. A voice spoke up behind Samuel. "My great warrior! My Blademaster! My hero-for-a-night!"

Samuel meeped in startlement and whirled. There stood Isaac, beaming from ear to ear (which is quite impressive when a lynx does it), and saluting. Samuel's tail bushed out in shock. "You, you knew?"

"Of course I did. You don't think you have any secrets from me, do you, vulpecula?"

The little fox blushed as Coach Howell and Lightning roared with laughter.

"Come on - we're going to celebrate with a big chicken dinner, you, Lightning and I. Coach, I'd invite you along, but you said you have a dinner to collect."

The coach happily waved them on their way and looked around for the Furrison coach. The panther, fox and lynx departed, arm-in-arm.

Samuel said, "We are gonna have ice cream, aren't we? Pistachio?"

The two felinoids made gagging faces at the same time. Isaac said, "Yes, if you insist. Can't see how you can eat that stuff, though. Lightning, you and I will have the good stuff, tuna ice cream, right?"

Lightning nodded strongly in agreement. "Maybe with salmon sauce?"

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Third Week, Autumn 1, Year 1580

It was the night of the Gymnastics Meet. Once again Benjamin Furrison Technical High School was matched against Mallard Furmore High School. The four furrs of the small gymnastics team were all dressed in tight light-blue Spandex shorts and white grip-socks and gloves.

Samuel couldn't stand still; he jittered from foot to foot. Isaac couldn't be there that night - he was on Airship duty again. Samuel wished that his beloved had been able to attend the competition - he was so nervous that his tail was spinning like a fan. Finally, Flame couldn't stand it any longer - he reached over and firmly tweaked Samuel's tail.

"Meep!"

"Look, foxy, settle down. You're gonna burn up all your energy before we ever get to the mats. You gotta calm yourself. Find your center. Right, Misty ... I said right, Misty?" Flame looked over at his gray cousin and groaned. Cloud seemed to be hypnotized by the swaying bushy tail of the fourth member of this squad - a slender skunk. Flame stretched his arm out and slapped the back of Cloud's head.

Cloud came out of his mental haze and indignantly glared at Flame. "What was that for?"

Flame sighed. "Dinner before dessert, Misty. And earn the dinner first."

"Ummm ... nibbling ..."

Flame swatted him again, not very hard this time. He spoke only loud enough for Cloud to hear him. "Well, yeah, those blue shorts on that shiny black-and-white fur ... well! Yummy! But we have a competition first!"

The skunk remained oblivious to all this.

Finally, the wait was over - the judges called for the Teamwork event.

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Two hours later, the downcast four stood in line on the mat with the other gymnasts, away from the judges, behind the winning Furrison team. The Furrison team saluted the judges, then turned and saluted the Furmores. The Furrison team captain thanked them for a good match. Flame, as the captain of the Furmore team, saluted, thanked them back, and promised to make the Furrisons work even harder the next time.

Everyone filed off, heading to their respective team's showers.

In the Furmore dressing-room, the little furrs flopped onto the benches. They'd worked hard, even if they did lose, and felt so exhausted that they could barely move. Their fur was soaked with sweat - every one of them felt twice as heavy as normal.

They lay there, too worn-out for the moment to stand up and strip. Samuel peeled his shorts, supporter, gloves and gripsocks off. It didn't occur to him how sexy his slow stripping appeared as he lay on the bench.

It certainly occurred to the two squirrels though. Their eyes locked on the beautiful little tod's body. Tired as they were, the weariness from their acrobatics didn't entirely account for the way they started breathing heavily.

Stripes didn't notice; he followed suit. As he peeled his uniform off, the squirrels' attention was seized by the relatively immense sheath that was displayed. Flame and Cloud turned their heads to each other simultaneously. Their eyes met - instant, complete understanding linked them.

The tiny squirrels stood, making sure that they were clearly in Stripes's view, and Flame crouched in front of Cloud. First Flame slid Cloud's shorts down and off. Then he ran his hand up Cloud's leg to the tail; he slid his finger slowly up into the crack of Cloud's rump, hooking the elastic straps of the gray squirrel's supporter and, still slowly, pulled the supporter all the way down and off.

Peeking out of the corner of his eye, Flame saw that Stripes's attention was riveted on them. Smiling satisfiedly, he leaned forward as he stood, sliding his chest up Cloud's body from the knees.

Cloud then crouched and repeated the performance on Flame.

Stripes suddenly blushed and jerked his head around, pulling his vision away from the squirrels. That didn't help much - now he had a complete view of the fox standing in the shower, shampooing himself from ears to tailtip. Stripes tried to close his eyes, but he couldn't tear his gaze away from the naked red-and-white body under the spray of water. He felt his cock begin to stir in its sheath, threatening to push its way up out of the furry skin. His face turned burning red under its fur. He quickly rolled off the bench, once again getting a full view of the naked squirrels as he did so, and staggered into the shower room.

He wished that he could use a shower stall to hide in until his growing erection went away, but there were no stalls, no partitions, just a room with showerheads all around it. His squirrel teammates followed him in. Momentarily, Stripes thought of them, all naked and sudsy, paws running over their bodies as they showered the sticky stink of the evening off. Stripes blushed even hotter than ever when he felt himself growing harder at the thought of his whole team naked, and he just knew the squirrels would notice.

Quickly stepping to the back of the room, he moved under one of the free showerheads in a corner. He grabbed the valve, turned the water on full, and faced into it, feeling the hard beat of the spray. He closed his eyes and let the water flow over him. After only a minute of hot water, he switched the valve over to cold, hoping that would make his cock behave. The clean water soaking him made him momentarily forget the naked bodies of his friends just a few feet away. He turned around slowly to make sure all his fur got soaked, clear down to the fell.

Stripes grabbed his bottle of deep-cleansing black cherry-scented and -flavored fur shampoo and squeezed a handful out onto his head. He closed his eyes, dug his fingers in, and worked it up into a lather, then blindly filled his paw again. He started to lather up his body.

Suddenly, Flame stepped up close behind the skunk. "It's no fun to shower alone," he said, kissing Stripes's neck.

Stripes meeped so loudly that Samuel, in the far corner, jumped and turned to see if someone had been hurt.

"Aww, come on, Stripey, don't stop rubbing your beautiful body on my account ..." the squirrel said with a lascivious grin.

Stripes's tail jerked down and tucked between his legs in an attempt to cover his tailhole as Flame pressed against his back. "Wh-what are you d-doing?" stammered Stripes, shaking the shampoo suds from his face, looking frantically around. For a second, he thought of calling to Samuel to save him.

Samuel watched the three and shook his head. [Mark up another victory for the rabid sex maniacs,] he thought in amusement. [Wonder if Stripes has ever done it before? Well, he's gonna have a thorough breaking-in tonight.]

Flame nipped a fold of skin on the back of Stripes's neck. When Stripes gasped and jerked his head around, Cloud seized his opportunity, and moved in closer. He lightly rubbed his soapy front against Stripes's front. The skunk meeped again and whipped his gaze back forward. His eyes were huge and panicky as he stared into the gray squirrel's face.

Cloud giggled. "You're gonna get dizzy, spinning your head around like that." He put his arms up and worked shampoo into Stripes's sides. At the same time, Flame pressed his body more tightly against the skunk's back, and hugged his chest. He started rubbing shampoo into the skunk's chest fur.

"Mmm ... you are delicious," murmured the red squirrel, nibbling at the skunk's neckfur. "Does everything on you taste as good as this?"

"C'mon, guys - no - d-don't -" stammered the flustered skunk.

"Aw now, you aren't going to try to claim that you don't like being washed, are you?" said Flame, burrowing his nose into Stripes's nape.

"Yeah, teammate - let us get you clean and sweet-smelling," piped up Cloud. He rubbed his flat belly against the skunk. His paws continued to stroke up and down Stripes's ribs, his fingers digging into the fell. "Not that you don't already smell yummy all the time."

Stripes just helplessly sputtered.

Samuel chittered a laugh and turned himself around and around under the rinsing shower. "I think that I'd better give you three some privacy." He turned the valve off and walked out of the shower stall. He picked up a few thick towels and rubbed them all over himself, then turned toward the furdryer.

Flame called after him, "Are you sure, foxy? We'd just love to scrub you - everywhere ..."

"Sweet thought, and thanks, but no thanks. I'm headed home ... to Isaac."

Stripes whimpered - with Samuel leaving him alone with the two squirrels, he felt completely helpless to resist. Although ... He wasn't sure that he really wanted to resist - he knew that the squirrels would never commit rape - his thoughts ran wildly in circles - they wouldn't force him ... if he really objected. He did! Didn't he?

Suddenly, his mind made itself up. He pressed his rear back against Flame and took Cloud's head in his hands. He bent forward to kiss the gray squirrel - this pushed his round rump harder against the red squirrel's eager cock.

Flame moaned and wrapped his arms around Stripes, working himself into the tight, hot tailhole. Cloud lightly ran his claws slowly up and down Stripes's now-throbbing member. "Oo! Lookie here, Sparkie! LOOK what a big thing I found!"

Flame leaned to the side and peered down. He inhaled sharply - although the skunk was a typical gymnast, slender and smoothly-muscled, the cock Flame was looking at would have perfectly suited a much bigger body. A full-size timber wolf, maybe.

Cloud resumed kissing Stripes. His tongue slid in and out of the skunk's mouth. They were in perfect synchronization - the stroking thrills were echoing throughout their bodies. Stripes moaned and pushed his rear even more back at Flame, making sure that the squirrel's cock buried itself to the hilt through his tight pucker. This brought a deep moan from Flame, and made him thrust harder.

Cloud dropped to a crouch and plunged his mouth almost completely over Stripes's cock, murring with delight when its head shoved against the back of his throat. He slid his muzzle up and down the bright-red shaft in time with Flame's thrusting into Stripes's tailhole.

Stripes's eyes rolled up in his head. He thought that he was going to pass out, it felt so good. He grabbed Cloud's head, pulling it hard onto his cock.

Then Flame gave one last push and shoved his throbbing member completely into Stripes. He clenched his arms tightly around Stripes's chest, gave out a shuddering cry, and his hot seed flooded into the skunk.

Stripes cinched his tailhole down as hard as he could when he felt the cum filling him - that pulled his ballsac up tight to his body, and the orgasm flowed like a wave from Flame's cock to Stripe's cock; his load burst out, pouring down the rapidly-swallowing Cloud's throat. Then Cloud's own load spurted out. They all panted heavily and collapsed on top of Cloud.

After what seemed like many minutes, but couldn't have been, they all roused and staggeringly stood up. The two squirrels were grinning; the skunk didn't know what to do at first, then smiled shyly.

"Well, Stripey? Good? Fun? Felt nice?"

"Uh, yeah ..."

"Let's finish cleaning up, then go somewhere ... and do something."

"Er ... more?"

"Oh my tail and whiskers, yes! There's lots more we can do together."

Stripes thought for a minute, then mentally shrugged. Why not? The two squirrels were sweet, and he'd really enjoyed what they just did.

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Fourth Week, Autumn 1, Year 1580

They'd had a wonderful evening. The school band and choir had presented a concert - as though reading the cats' minds, it had been all romantic ballads and love songs. Afterward, they stopped for a quick snack, then she'd gathered her nerve and asked Gordon to show her his apartment.

The two tall cats stood hesitating at the door to Gordon's bedroom. Rayo jittered nervously - she knew that she wanted Gordon, that she wanted him for her own completely and forever. But this was a big step.

She whirled and wrapped her arms around him. Then she pulled his arms around her body and slid her own down. Gordon stood with his arms completely around her, lightly pinning her arms to her sides. Rayo hesitantly said, "Gordon, I want you. I want you in me."

"Oh, my sweetheart. Are you sure? I want you too - so very much - but ..."

"Yes, my dear, I'm sure. I want to do everything with you!"

"I would never hurt you, my lovely kitten. The moment that you tell me to quit, I will," he promised.

She stared up at his face and knew that he meant it. She lightly traced his white muzzle with her tongue. "Yes, Gordon, I trust you. And I want you - I want all of you so very much."

He buried his muzzle in the soft fur of Rayo's forehead - she shuddered with what he knew was desire. Her scent rose to his nostrils; it was rich and inviting. He'd soaked in Lightning's arousal-scent many times, but this - this seemed different. Suddenly he knew why canids liked to howl to the full moon when it grew huge in the night sky. "I would never do anything to you without your consent," he repeated.

What was he saying? She knew beyond any doubt that she'd consent to anything he wanted. "Gordon ... my huge darling ..." She couldn't speak above a whisper. This was what she'd waited for. She pulled her arms up and put her paws against his broad chest, clenching his chestfur.

He gasped as Rayo's needle-sharp claws pricked his skin. It felt like someone had jabbed him with a live electric wire at each sharp point. His entire body was thrilling with desire. He covered her lips with his and kissed her deeply. Her tongue didn't hesitate - it leaped to greet his. Her blue eyes closed as she tasted him.

A guttural purr poured from Gordon. He withdrew his tongue and nipped at her lower lip. She stuck her tongue out and stroked its rough surface over his nose. He resumed kissing her - she began to demand more. Making tiny kittenish mewls, she pressed her belly against his and slid her arms around him again.

They moved to the bed and lay down. She could feel his barbs against her belly through her fur. Gordon thought to move down her, to work her with his tongue, but she stopped his movement. "No, Gordon, no - I want you in me. I want you in me now!" His caressing paw told him that she was already wet, even without him making an effort.

He cupped her head with his free paw and gazed at her closed eyes. He happily rubbed his nose through her pink headfur, thinking that she couldn't be any pinker inside than out.

He dropped a paw to her back. Pulling her torso tightly against him, he moved his other paw to her tailbase, gripping it hard. When he pulled her open sex against his vertical shaft, she gasped. As he backed his hips away, his cock lowered and presented itself to her entrance. He pushed the head in, then paused. She mewled piteously. He just raised and lowered slightly, moving the tip around just inside her, but didn't go any further in. She whined and tried to move forward onto it, but his firm grip on her tail held her back.

She whined again, louder this time, and grabbed his neck with her teeth. Biting hard - almost hard enough to draw blood - she mumbled through his fur: "Give it to me, please. Please!"

He held her head to his face and lightly stroked his tongue from her ears to her chin. He wanted to taste her, all of her, everything about her.

Rayo looked up at him with glowing blue eyes. Gordon couldn't help it - he growled. Something primitive, something deeply basic was emerging in him. He rubbed his lips over her, then gently nipped at her lower lip. She gasped and he slipped his tongue into her mouth. Her tongue didn't move at first this time, but when he lightly wiggled his inside her mouth, she responded with hers.

His kissing became harder, his lips pressed so hard against hers that it hurt a little. She couldn't help herself - she mewed like a kitten again. When she did, he growled again - a guttural rumble that made her quiver to hear it. His free paw stroked from her neck to her rear; he gripped her firmly and pulled her completely against him. She moaned and stretched her body, rubbing up and down against him.

He was breathing too heavily to speak for a moment. He finally managed coherence long enough to say, "My breath - you take the very breath from me!" He kissed her again, then dipped his head to her nipples. "Beautiful rosebuds," he said, then latched onto one and worked it with his lips and - gently, oh so very gently - his teeth.

She cried out loudly from the sensation. Her body reacted without conscious intent, arching, pressing her breast hard against his mouth.

He couldn't stand to tease her any more. He thrust forward, pushing into her. She let go of his neck and threw her head back. Gordon commenced pumping in and out. With each stroke, he was further in her. By the All! She was so hot and so wet and so tight ...

Soon he was burying himself in her. She felt his barbs caressing every bit of her inside. She couldn't stand it - there was no holding back. The fire in her rose, consuming her. She felt as though the world was whirling about her. Rayo peaked and threw her head back again, letting out a screech of pure terrifying joy. Her claws dug into his back through the fell, drawing blood as she gripped him as hard as she could.

That was more than he could resist - he slammed hard into her one last time - he felt himself pumping and pumping.

They fell across the bed, gasping. When their senses came back to normal, Gordon looked down at her, running his gaze over her body. Her scent filled his nose; it was different now, smoother than the scent of arousal she'd poured out earlier. She radiated satisfaction now. He stroked his paw up and down her leg. She mewed and looked questioningly at him.

"You're so delicate. Did I - was it good - did, did I hurt you?"

"Not a bit, my darling. And you?"

"It was wonderful."

They lay quietly for a time, gently patting and caressing each other. After a bit, it became obvious that Gordon was ready again. She smiled at him and said, "It's a good thing that we don't have to go anywhere tomorrow. I think that we're going to be awfully tired."

"But what about your father? Doesn't he expect -"

She interrupted him. "My mother will explain it to him. Do you have any objections?"

He just grinned and dipped his mouth to her ears, nibbling on them. They wrapped themselves together and made love for hours more.