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Hi, everyone! I originally posted these chapter-stories rather on a whim, not knowing how many of them there'd be, since it'd been such a long time since I posted my first-ever story here, ages upon ages ago. I'm not dead and I've not forgotten about them!

In part, these stories came to be written due to a lack of me finding a suitable outlet for my imagination. Having since found one (well, several), the muse has been erratic, instead diverted into other areas. Due to a rare combination of circumstances, the muse is back, and so you get another matching pair of chapters!

Will this be the last story? I honestly have no idea. Like any writer who writes just for the joy of writing, and shares in the hopes that it'll bring that enjoyment to someone else... it'll be there if and when it does strike. Until then, I can only wait, same as you. :)

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Though Ginger and I talked at least a couple of times a week, the colder weather of winter and our own schoolwork prevented us from having much personal time to ourselves. Neither of us could really talk our parents into letting us go for a swim in the woods when the pond was nearly iced over, and we just didn't dare risk anything more, despite how much we both wanted to.

There was one surprisingly warm afternoon when we were at least allowed to go walking in the woods together, perhaps both of our parents fed up with our constant begging. There, at last, I was able to tell Ginger what had happened. The entire story, from Nora tricking me into peeing her sweatpants outside, to the way we licked each other after.

Ginger listened carefully to everything, only interrupting here and there for me to fill in some fine details. By the time I finished she had her tail in her hands, brushing over the slowly-developing tuft; her own version of fidgeting. "She really planned all of that?" she asked, looking up at me. Not exactly disbelieving, as she'd met Nora before, but there was still some skepticism there.

"Pack's honor," I said with a little grin, holding up my hand with two fingers extended. Another in-joke of ours. Lions had prides, but wolves had packs. Exactly who was in charge of ours was always up for grabs, but Ginger seemed to like being part of a pack more than a pride. Not that the two of us - debatably three, if we counted Nora - were much of a pack. *Or* a pride. "She planned about all of it. Except nearly running out of time," I granted with a little laugh, my ears tilting back. Just being that close to getting caught gave me a small shiver of alarm, even now.

Ginger slowly shook her head, then giggled. "What a naughty wolf," she said, then smirked at me. "Though I'm not sure if she's worse, or you are. Maybe it's both of you," she concluded, nodding as though that fit. Then, a little longingly, "I wish I'd been there."

I nodded with a little smile, putting an arm around her back and giving her a half-hug. "I kinda wish you'd been too," I agreed, then hurriedly qualified as her eyes flashed with the hard look she gave me, "'cause if you had been, we'd all be in trouble for you being over."

Ginger flicked her tail once, then slowly nodded. "Mm. Guess I gotta give you that one, Timber," she conceded grudgingly. I could tell that she still had something else on her mind, but I didn't go digging, yet. Though this was one of our rare opportunities to speak frankly, we could tell from the way so many of the trees had dropped their leaves and the general thinning of the woods that we'd probably not have a chance go out like this - alone - until after winter, and I really enjoyed these walks through the woods. Even before the... other stuff started happening.

My arm slowly sagged towards her hips, comfortably resting there, and she didn't move to push it off, walking easily along with me. I only gave her a smile and a duck of my head in a nod, my tail wagging a couple of times, and then we walked in companionable silence for the next few minutes. I was just about to open my mouth to speak up anyway when Ginger beat me to it. "I know you could get into a lotta trouble, but... d'you think you could, I dunno, have some excuse for staying out overnight? One weekend?"

This caught me by surprise, and it showed in the look I gave her. "Umm. Well, you're right," I hedged, as I thought about how to properly answer. "I dunno what sorta trouble I'd get into exactly, but it'd be a lot. Still, I... I might. Why?" I asked, giving her the tentative affirmation and lobbing the ball back into her court.

Ginger drew her tail around and fidgeted with the tuft again, then seemed to realize she was doing it and let it drop in a hurry, her ears tilting back in a display of mild embarrassment. "Well... you remember Carrie, right?"

I sorted through the small list of names of school friends and tentatively came up with a match. A filly, about a year younger than us, her coat sort of a dusty white to go with her sky-blue eyes. Slightly on the skittish side, though that wasn't too exceptional. "I... think so," I said as I thought about it. "That's the filly girl, right? She has the class next to ours."

Ginger nodded, though very carefully looked ahead to avoid looking into my eyes, so focused on not fidgeting that she barely noticed the way the insides of her ears started turning a deeper shade of red. "She overheard me talking to Lynda a month or so back," she began explaining.

I remembered Lynda, too - that was the vixen that seemed interested in joining our little 'club' sometime, or so Ginger had thought, though it hadn't yet worked out - but I listened curiously as Ginger went on. "We were, um, kind of joking about how awful it'd be if there was a drink that could make you... y'know, need to pee a lot," she said, her blush deepening further, but resolutely continuing. "Carrie came up after Lynda was leaving and mentioned there actually was a thing like that. Has a funny name, die-wreck-something, and that she knew it 'cause she actually had some on accident when she was younger."

Ginger giggled suddenly, able to look me in the eyes again as she did. "Told me she made a big mess and her mom was pretty unhappy she'd found the bottle!"

I actually laughed out loud, hugging Ginger to my side again. "Oh *wow*," I exclaimed, laughing, my reddish-brown tail swishing again. "I better make sure Nora doesn't find out about *that* stuff." Ginger giggled again, nodding, but that still didn't exactly address my question. "So, why did you ask if I could sneak out?"

Ginger glanced away at the question, though her smile remained. "Well... I was gonna do a slumber party thing with Lynda, but she can't make it... and since Carrie and I have been talking more, I thought I might invite her over... and maybe you could... sneak in? Something?" I opened my mouth again to answer, and then Ginger took the words out of it. "And we'd have some of that stuff Carrie was talking about."

My mouth closed with a surprised clop. Sneaking into a girl's slumber party was terribly dangerous, but she'd dangled an irresistible lure right out in front of me, and I knew *she* knew it. "Ginger, I--"

The lioness interrupted me with a little grin, her tail swishing to brush against one of my legs. "Since it's just girls, my parents are gonna go out for the night. So we'll have the house to ourselves."

I could strangle the little yip that burst from my throat, but I couldn't stop it entirely. The three of us, alone for the night, with that stuff, without parents watching over us... I was beaten. I knew it as well as Ginger did. "...Tell me when," I said with a sigh of defeat, as Ginger smirked in her victory. "I don't know how I'll do it... but I'll figure something out."

The date she gave me was a couple weekends after winter break, so her parents could have a bit of a break themselves from all of the holiday madness. I rolled it around in my head, then nodded. "Okay. I don't know how I'm gonna do it... but I'll come up with something." Then I frowned a little. "Does Carrie know about any of this?"

Ginger gave me a mischievous look, her ears flitting despite her blush. "Kinda. I mean, we're gonna play with some of that stuff, she'll bring it, but... she doesn't know about you joining us." My ears flattened and I sighed, though it was more for show. I was hooked, and though I'd at least *try* to take precautions, there was no way I wasn't going.

"Maybe you should try to mention it," I suggested. "I mean, if she runs outside screaming, or tells your parents, we're *all* in for it."

Ginger nodded pensively, her tail swishing slowly. "...Got a point," she acknowledged, then elbowed me. "Two for zero. I must be feeling sick." She giggled quietly, then nodded again. "I don't think she'll say anything, 'cause she'd get in trouble too, but... I'll make sure first."

Our wandering path had brought us down the typical trail, and from here we could see the pond ahead, still and frigid-looking. Though it was a warmer day, the several before had been quite cold. It wasn't ice, but it was the sort of stillness that *felt* cold, just looking at it. "No swimming today," I said with a chuckle, and she nodded quickly. She might enjoy the water more than some other cats, but there were limits, and the way our swimming hole looked right now was well past them. Then I cocked my head a little and showed a little grin of my own. "How much time do we still have left?"

Ginger gave me another look and flashed me a I-know-what-you're-up-to sort of smile. "Maybe ten minutes 'for we hafta head back. Not enough time to really do a lot," she said, sounding wistful... but then her smile widened. "But we're not gonna be going swimming for a while now, right? And it'll probably rain and stuff. C'mon." She took my hand in hers, stepping ahead and urging me towards the pond.

Not that she had to tug very hard; I had an inkling of what she might be up to, given that I'd thought about the same thing. "Let me guess, you wanna--"

"--Pee in the pool," we said in unison. I cracked first, my tail wagging as I barked laughter into the mostly-empty woods. Ginger gave me a smug little look, her tail swishing.

"Annd I'll take a point back," she declared. "I knew you were thinkin' it." Then she laughed as well, stepping up to the shoreline and looking into the clear depths. We were both wearing shorts today, the last opportunity to wear them before the colder weather required pants. I laughed again, then gave her a sheepish grin in return. "You kinda put it in my head, after that stuff with Carrie," I indirectly accused her.

Ginger shrugged it off, making little chuffing sounds of amusement herself. "So what if I did?" she replied nonchalantly. "You were gonna say it anyway." I laughed again, my own ears turning a little pinker. I couldn't refute that, at least not successfully.

"All right, all right," I said, grinning back at her, my tail wagging a little more. "But we'd better be kinda fast. Don't want them coming in to look for us. And, uh... we can't exactly rinse off in the water this time either," I pointed out, then giggled again. "Unless you *want* to sw--"

"Don't you even THINK about that," Ginger said severely. "If you shove me into that cold water, Timber, you're gonna look like my old scratching post." I'd seen it, and knew it was no idle threat.

"At least I'd kinda fit my na--"

"Shut up, Timber," Ginger declared, though she flashed me a grin. "Just means we're gonna have to be... you know. Cleaner. 'n more careful."

I meekly nodded - or gave the impression of it, anyway - and stepped up to her. "That's... kinda easy for me," I pointed out. "How d'you wanna do this?" I looked around with my ears perked for any signs or sounds of someone else's approach, but aside from some scattered birdcalls and the occasional drop of a brown leaf, there wasn't anyone nearby. Nor were there any recent scents of much here besides wildlife, until us. Ginger looked pensive, then reached for the front of her shorts, undoing the buttons on her shorts.

"Hold me," she decided, then gave me another feline grin. "You can't really watch without standing in front, and unless -you- want to be in the wate--"

"Noooo, thank you," I hurriedly objected, wincing. "Holding you it is. Sides, I can see a bit anyway," I pointed out with a little grin. I dropped my own shorts, and soon the two of us were bottomless there in the woods, our shorts and underwear beside us. Just seeing Ginger naked like this again made my sheath twitch. It'd been a long time.... too long. Even Nora hadn't been over since last time, her parents on some sort of holiday vacation with her.

Ginger noticed and gave me another one of her sly grins, then beckoned me over. "I... like seeing you again, Timber," she confessed, her voice softer now, not full of the same sort of mischievous taunting. "But yeah, we'd better hurry, or you're not gonna be able to go." I nodded again to confirm her guess; I could already feel myself getting a little stiffer. She gestured me around to stand behind her, the root of her tail pressing into my belly before it lifted up and curled around my side so it wasn't poking me quite so much.

Both of her hands reached down to grab mine before my wandering fingers could proceed with their own ideas. She pressed her back against my chest, purring quietly, sliding my hands down her thighs, then behind her knees, curling in. I had to squat down a little to reach, which brought my firming little wolfsheath out of contact with her fur. "Got it?" she asked, and I nodded, bracing my legs further apart. "Okay. So just lift up, and I'll lean against you...."

She settled more of her weight against my chest, altering her center of balance and trusting me completely to not drop her. My hands looped around behind her knees, cradling her shifting weight, holding her legs further apart... and in standing back up, my half-erect wolfhood was now resting between her thighs, pressed up and under her. Already sticking out too far to go inside, and the angle was wrong for that anyway... but the contact still brought a shiver to my tail. But my stance was solid, and Ginger could feel it.

Her tail curled reflexively around my back as she was lifted off of her feet, now cradled in a sitting position with her revealed feline sex facing the pond. She giggled again, breathing a little faster through her audible purr. "Don't drop me, Timber, or... scratching post," she declared with over-exaggerated menace, causing me to bark once with a laugh and shake my head. Then she went on with a deeper tone of mischief, "Since it's easy for boys, and not for girls... we can switch today. So you get to feel what it's like."

I tilted my head, puzzled, and understood too late. Trusting in being secure in my grasp, Ginger still had both hands free... and she reached down between her spread legs with one, finding the fuzzy warmth of my sheath and guiding it right in front of her warm sex. "Go for me, Timber," she purred, looking down between her legs, touching me, making tight little shivers race up and down my back. I shouldn't have been able to - I wasn't bursting with the need to pee - but after all of the other games, the other things we'd been doing... peeing in front of her, in front of others, was coming more easily now.

Squeezing down on my bladder, I made a little whining noise, twitching once or twice, enough for her to see the reddish-pink tip as it emerged... and then I started peeing. A weak golden arc at first, just barely clearing the ground, then gaining force, splashing into the lake and shattering its mirror-stillness in a series of expanding ripples. And the sound, of course, the sound of pure relief as I peed into our swimming hole.

Ginger's purrs grew deeper as she felt me start to pee, feeling the vibration of it through her fingers as it flowed out of me, rich with my male, lupine scent. Still holding on to me, lightly caressing the underside of my growing cock, her free hand went to her belly as her eyes closed, rubbing at her bladder, concentrating on the sound and scent. Then a gasp from her, and a whine from me: I could feel the sudden bloom of her own golden heat as it blossomed against me, flowing out between her petals and coating the top of my fuzzy sheath in her liquid scent. And then the bottom of it, flowing down to the furry sack of my balls, and fortunately dripping from there instead of running the rest of the way down my legs.

I planted my muzzle over her shoulder alongside her neck to watch, keeping her pinned between my lifted hands, the support of my chest, and my chin-hold on her shoulder. My arc getting longer and more powerful as I fiercely clenched down, as all the while my twitching wolfhood kept growing, sliding out of its sheath, presenting more skin to be showered by the mischievous lioness. Once I was fully hard, it was growing difficult to keep peeing, but I managed now that I'd already started.

Ginger started to fondle her my erect member with both of her hands now, purring deeper still, knowing that I was stuck until she was finished or I set her down... and that I wasn't in any hurry to set her down. As messy as she was making me, this was far too pleasurable to end, especially after going so long without anything! Her slender hands slipped up and down, aiming me, sometimes tilting me a bit out of the way so she could pee more freely into the pond, getting her own fingers wet as she explored all the way up and down my bare cock, my sheath fully rolled back and soaking wet... and then she found my growing knot. I could hear her little gasp of surprise, her ears tucking back, as she drew warm fingerpads across the growing bulge, trying her best to see it, at the thing she'd had inside of her all that time ago.

I ran out first, my extended arc diminishing to a dribble, then ending in one last firm squirt, though I could still feel her own steady flow. "Ginger, I--"

The feline shushed me immediately, her tail tightening further around my middle. She knew how short time was, how quickly we had to be heading back... but she wasn't done yet. One set of fingers remained right on my sensitive knot, pressing against the underside to guide the top portion against her hot petals, her hips twitching. Her other hand moved to encircle my shaft in a loose grip, sliding up and down.

For the first time my legs shivered, then locked back into place, despite the unexpected pleasure coursing through me. It'd been too long with only memories, and my excitement was coursing through me, drops of slippery pre already already beading out of my tip, feeling a growing tingle from deep below my belly. It wasn't the same sort of passionate sort of lifting sensation I had when we could really build up to it, but it was still driving me wild. I whined again, then shifted my muzzle and nipped a bit of her nape between my teeth, to stifle the howl I knew wanted to break free.

Ginger already had the upper hemisphere of my knot pressed snugly against her own petals, the last of her hot pee dribbling out around the imperfect seal. When I bit her nape, her eyes went wide and she stiffened, her toeclaws extending. She pressed the bottom of my knot as firmly against her as she could as though trying to pop it inside despite the length of my wolfcock blocking the way. Then her other hand clenched down and squeezed firmly, making me see little sparkles in my vision. It was all too much!

Muffled by the nape-bite, I howled my release into her fur, my cock twitching powerfully in her grip as my young cum sprayed up and out, landing in the water with thicker splashes. At the same time, I could feel Ginger stiffen and shiver in my arms, against my body, and a fresh bloom of sticky heat that was *not* pee flow out from her sex, coating me anew. All of it, plus seeing that creamy stuff spurting from me, the musky scent of it caressing her own nose, proved to be more than enough for her, too!

We held each other there for at least another one of our dwindling supply of minutes, then I carefully - carefully! - set her down, breathing hard. My cock was *soaked*, down to my sheath and the pouch of my balls, though it still managed to not spread. Ginger was a little wet around her petals, but she'd definitely fared better than me. We both wanted to do more - we could see it in each other's eyes - but we knew our luck couldn't be pushed much more today. Instead, I stepped forward and we embraced each other. With a tentative eagerness that surprised us both, we looked at each other, my brown eyes meeting her blue ones, and we exchanged our first kiss. Bottomless, in the woods in winter, after everything else we'd done... and that was the moment where we *knew* what we had was going to last. As much as we could know anything, at our ages!

As we started to hurriedly dress, Ginger gave me another one of her playful grins and swatted her side with my tail. "Now we both know it wasn't pee," she pointed out. I gave her a questioning look that turned into a grimace as I tried to shove my still-hard cock into my underwear. "Looks uncomfortable," she teased, and I made a little growl, though there was no bite to it. Not this time, still feeling the shivery calming feeling that had started to follow moments like these.

Then I flashed her a grin. "Yeah. But worth it. And, uh... yeah. It didn't feel like it then, either." I was curious about that stuff that had come out of me, that had felt so good to squirt into Ginger before, but I could feel the shortage of time pressing down on my shoulders, and decided that was just going to have to wait for another time. I finally got myself packed away after Ginger finished dressing, wincing again and knowing I was going to have to fake a bathroom emergency to excuse the rapid changing of my shorts, as soaked as they were already getting. Then I chuckled softly as we started hurrying back, to make up for lost time.

"So, about that slumber party...."