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Panting. Sweating. Whining. Heart racing. Legs pumping. Teeth clenching.

Coltrane wasn't racing to the finish line. His blue flank didn't cut through the air of Padeema's cheering crowds, instead it slapped against the snow white fur of Rainee moaning below him.

"Yes, yes!" she cried, her prickling claws pushing past his short hair and digging into the greyhound's skin hidden beneath.

Coltrane offered no reply, working diligently, yet the semi-finals continued to scrape at his mind. Reliving the event in his head, each thrust into the slick lady beneath him matched a mental stride from the race. The tempo, the drive, the determination, the training--where did he falter?

Thinking back, the arrogance and pride in Basalt's smug grin after winning the race still stung a salty wound. Coltrane growled with a hard thrust of his hips; Rainee moaned his name in response. He wanted to leave that mutt in the dust, now Coltrane would face him in the finals.

He needed to eliminate any weakness to prevent a repeat embarrassment. Pushing deeper into Rainee, Coltrane delved further into his memories. He recalled stepping out into the arena, basking in the dry heat of the sun, the spectators loud and wild for the race. His bare chest caught the dusty breeze as he settled into the starting blocks, the distinct blue-grey fur a display of his lineage, of being bred for the races. The sun, the heat, the noise, the anticipation--none of these were a distraction. Instead they provided the opposite: the drive to push farther. He remembered consistency rounding the track, no stumble in his steps. It had to be something at the beginning, something at the start caught him off guard.

"Get-getting close," Rainee panted out, her silky muzzle leaning back. She dug her claws in and pulled her enjoyment for the night tight to her.

Coltrane blinked out of his memory. Staring down at the sprawled out woman, her flowing milky hair spread out on the bed, her heaving bosom cresting in waves to the tempo of his hips. A beautiful distraction.

A distraction! That's what caught him off guard. He was in position, that bastard's Basalt's scent causing his nose to cringe, but when he looked up, all the way up, there she was, atop her marble tower, observing the races. The grand prize. The pearl of Padeema. An alluring hound, fur as rare and white as the tower where she resided, waving at those competing for her, at him. Only now, instead of looking up, all he had to do was dip his head and see her roiling at his thrusts.

Her trembling crescendoed into a shudder as he felt her squeeze around him. Coltrane slowed his motions. He stared as shivers raced through her fur. When she finally went limp and loose, he slid himself from her and searched for a towel to clean off.

"Come back, love," she coaxed him from her spot on the bed. "We can wash together later. For now, just be close."

Coltrane fetched a washcloth. Staring out a window at the city's vast sea of terracotta tiles and domed mosques, he went to wiping her scent off him. "I should go."

Rainee sat up on the edge of the bed. "What's wrong? You've never been so eager to rush out of here before."

"I-I can't be caught in here." Coltrane growled low, grabbing his shorts. "I should leave before anyone comes to check on you."

Rainee raised an eyebrow at him. "You weren't so concerned ten seconds ago with all the noise we were making. Nor the many other times you've made a late night visit. Coltrane, what's really on your mind?"

His clothes back on, Coltrane groomed down the matted tufts of fur he saw in her large bedroom mirror. "I... I just need to get back to training. Today's race came too close. I can't afford any more distractions." He shot her reflection a glare.

Ignoring his expression, or missing it all together, Rainee stepped behind the blue greyhound and ran her paws under his tight shirt, caressing his toned chest. "You'll do fine. Today was just an off day, and even then, you easily secured second. A few days from now and you'll be crossing the finish line, claiming me as your prize. Trust me. You won't be beat."

"I can't risk it." He pushed her away, storming to the door. "It's my life. Everything I've been raised and trained for. I don't want to think about what would happen if I lost. I need to have you."

Rainee caught his arm before he could open the door. "You already have me. You've had me quite a few times," she hissed and narrowed her eyes.

Coltrane shoved her aside. "And the thought of that mutt taking you as his bride sickens me even more."

Rainee whirled him around to face her. She growled low in her throat. "Are you not the best? Bred by linage to be the greatest? Groomed to be the fastest? Did your father not pay for the finest training?"

Coltrane winced at the mention of his father. "...Yes."

"Then do what needs to be done if you wish to claim me in front of all of Padeema. Your bemoaning is unbecoming." She whisked her lithe body past him and opened the door, the drafty corridor air fleeting through her bare fur. She directed him with a paw out. "I've had enough of you for tonight. Leave me."

Coltrane ground his molars, disgusted but relieved that she was letting him leave. He stepped though the doorway and looked back. She gave him one last view of her slim, white form, a reminder of what he should strive towards, before shutting the door.