FSE

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Yeah my fellow furs, it's been awhile since I last posted, mainly I've been busy with the other stuff in my life, mainly the GED, family matters (not the TV show mind you) and working on my 4 game projects, so yeah, I've had a lot on my plate. Also, for my last update, I wasn't too please with my work, I noticed A LOT of errors, and I'm sure that most of you were upset too. I'm sure, but don't worry, I'll get to fixing them soon, So to make up for my failure, This new story will be for your viewing pleasure. So after a month of working on this story, Please enjoy.

Class Assignment

Chapter 1: The Terrible Twosome

*Time: 5:45 am/Dawn*

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"*hehehe... Oh Laura, Must you tease me like that?"

*Beep*

"Honestly, I think you like do that on purpose don't yo-"

*Beep**beep*

"Maybe we should go a little further than-"

*Beep**beep**beep*

"You know I could-"

*Beep**beep**beep**beep**beeeeep*

"dammit..." he groaned out.

Pulling himself up from beneath pillows and covers that were covering his body, causing it to fall to either side of him, letting out an irritated growl, he reached for the annoying device which pulled him from his dream. The cell phone on Daryl's nightstand had gone off with a very loud, continuous beeping noise; rousing the Mutt from his peaceful dream. A Dream consisting of him and very special female that he has been pursuing since middle school and so forth, spending a sorta peaceful moment together, he wanted to dream about his crush just a little bit longer, but neither his phone would let him, nor his Mother. He knew of this from past experiences.

Grumbling lightly to himself he reached for cell to see what it was.

Blinking a few times; thanks to the sudden bright light, was he finally able to see the time of day.

The time in the upper right hand read: '5:45am Monday, 5/8/2010'

"Fuck... It's Monday again... oh well, good thing this is the final two weeks before summer vaca, once that's done its total freedom." Daryl said while sitting up, turning off his phone alarm and stretching; rising his arms above his head. Now fully awake, he stood from his bed and stretched some more, cracking a few bones, mainly around the hands, arms and spine.

"Much better" Daryl sighed, sighing in relief

Just as he was about to take his first step over to the dresser, his cell phone went off with a light, upbeat melody, and caused the back light to go on. Reaching over for his mobile, he flipped it open and saw that he had a new message. Pressing the 'okay' button in the center, the message popped open and the sender was from Stan. The note read...

"DUDE, urgent news!!!!

The Teach, iz gonna give us som new work 2 do 2day!

No idea wut its gonna b 'bout, but I gots a hunch on wut. Tell u more on da bus later.

P.S... Get UR ass outta bed!!"

The message ended with a emoticon sticking its tongue out in a goofy manner, making the dog chuckle to himself.

"Why he would send me a text this early is beyond me. But it's gotta be better than waking up and being reminded of exams. Hmmm, well no point in thinking about them, they are over and done with, thank God." He said to himself as he made his over to his drawer and pulled out one stripped Boxers, and a pair of socks. Tossing them both on the bed, he then made his way to the closet.

"Hmm, what to wear, what to wear?" he said while tapping his chin lightly, let his decision wander for a bit. After surveying the assortment of clothes on both sides of the closet, he found what he wanted. He took out a large white Graphic T with the saying ' Get a Life' with the Green mushroom on the shirt, and a pair of Black jeans with white highlights on the leggings. He tossed them on to the bed, and proceeded to get dress, but not without taking a quick shower first.

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*Time: 6:05 am/ Breakfast*

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Now that Daryl was washed, refreshed and fully dressed, he now made his way out into the kitchen, only to see it was dark, and the T.V was off. Flipping on the lights on, he made his way over to the Fridge, but not before attempting to set down his backpack down on the counter top. As he began to set it down, a faint lingering fill with musk, sweat, hormones, pheromones and estrogen had just went past his nose, and who the scent belonged to made his nose twitch in annoyance. So instead of placing it on the chair, or any part of the kitchen for that matter, he walked out of the room and placed his bag near the wood frame of the front door of the house and walked back to kitchen while making a wrinkled up muzzle and a face of disgust and disapproval.

' Aw C'mon Mom, not another one, for the love of God, we EAT here! Geez!' he thought while heading over to the fridge, and pulling out a box of Cereal, and a gallon of milk.

Placing them on the stove, he reached over to the pantry and pulled a small, deep in-laid bowl that has a few markings on the outside; His 'Lucky' bowl as he calls it.

First pouring in the cereal, he let it run till it was just about near the edge, then he closed the box and placed the box back in the fridge. Next he uncapped the Gallon of milk, and poured it on to the contents until he could see the milk through the cereal. Deciding that it was enough, Daryl recapped the Milk, and placed it back into the fridge, and closed the door with an audible 'clank' of the bottles on the shelves from the inside.

Picking up the bowl, he made his way over to the couch and plopped down; making the contents of the bowl spill a little, but not to the point where you worry about it. Reaching over to the side, he picks up the remote, aimed it at the wide-screen Sony Plasma screen, and turned it on. Once the TV came on, he inserted the Channel he wanted; and in an instant, the channel flipped to the news, his usual start of the morning to get things running.

*News Anchor #1*: "And that concludes our topic on the murder suspect, now on to other news with my Co-host next to me, Michael Stone. Michael, if you would?

*News Anchor #2*: "Thank you Maria. On to the next topic, Local resident saves the life of a 6 yr. old boy, from a hijacked car. Apparently the carjacker had been eluding the police for some time now. Moreover; the little boy began to-" The female announcer continued on with her segment.

Daryl sighed loudly ' another day, another tragedy avoided. But that's good, which is much more than I can say about the Car Thief' as Daryl thought about what news just said, he continued to munch down his cereal; which he was enjoying greatly, He picked up on a scent that just now appeared in the room along with a recognizable voice.

"You're up early, just in time, as a matter of fact actually." Said a Australian laced voice, which Daryl was very much used too.

And it was an 'All-too-familiar' scent that he'd grown up with for the last 18 years.

"Mornin' Mom" Daryl said while continuing to eat. "What are you doin' up?"

"Good morning, my little dingo" answered the adult dingo, as she made her way over to the top shelf and pulled up a coffee mug, and placed it on the counter next to the coffee maker. She turned on the machine and gathered the necessary ingredients to get her coffee going. "Just waking up from a lovely sleep, and now, making some Joe. You want some dear?" She asked while making her way over to the couch where her son was sitting, and took a seat next to him, watching the news along with him.

"No thanks, I'm good. And for the record; I'm a dog." He answered. His Mother; Mira was in her early thirties. She had the figure of a model, which was also equipped with a perfect D cup. She was wearing a silver colored satin, one-piece nightgown and an over cover robe that matched. Even though she just woke up, she still looked great doing it. Mira just chuckled to herself and patted his head in a mother-praising like fashion, making his tail wag slightly "They're both the same thing dear, either way, you've got dingo in your blood. A fair good amount of it too" She complemented. This made him smile in appreciation. Now that he was finished with the bowl, all that was left was the milk which left over. Take sips as to make sure none of it would spill. As he did this, in the corner of his left eye, he noticed something on his mother's robe. The flaps of her robe were open to the point where you could see a fair amount of cleavage, but not 'All' of it.

"Uh Mom... your chest is showing again." Daryl said, while he continued to drink down the milk.

"Oh! So it would seem, thank you point that out honey." The dingo replied as she readjusted her attire.

'So it would seem my ass.' Daryl thought vapidly.

It was tough but he managed to keep a calm face, even though his mind was telling him to make an angry face at his mother. 'That kind of the carelessness is going to get her the wrong kind of attention one of these days... if only Dad- no, No! Fuck that skirt chasing bastard nine different ways up and down an escalator with a lawn gnome! It's his fault that mom is the way she is.' He thought irately

Although it did disturb him that his mother would usually dress poorly in the presence of company; she did look VERY good for the age of a thirty-four year old woman. But thanks to the drop dead looks, exotic eye color of purple, the sultry Australian accent, her light golden brown fur, perfect hourglass figure, which caught the attention of most men around her, a tone ass and the fact that she cup size of a buxom D 49, had earned her the title 'MILF' amongst Daryl's Peers and friends at school most of the time. Even a few single male teachers asked him if he could. But like always, he pulled the old 'I'll sue you for post sexual harassment if you don't quite asking' Card. Especially if he was having a bad day, That trick worked on the weak-willed type of Teachers, and the few of the ones who needed the job, but most of the time that didn't work. The Teachers that wouldn't take the hint would, of course, threaten to fail and/or hold him back if he didn't do what they said. But of course, he would counter, saying that he could have their ass fired for flunking of holding him back for no reason what-so-ever, to the principle, and that would really grab their attention, but even some STILL wouldn't listen. So he began to ignore them. At first he was insulted, but eventually grew to disregard the constant requests of the brain dead lusting males, who asked him if he could set them up with her.

She smelled the coffee that was done, and got up from the couch and headed into the kitchen, lightly skipping, which didn't go unnoticed. Daryl just rolled his eyes, and took the last sip of milk, now cleaning the bowl briefly with small laps.

"Don't lick the bowl now; I need to clean it later." She said while pouring the content into the mug next to the maker. As the brew filled the cup, the smell was heavenly, and filled her nose with the scent. Daryl also caught it as he placed the Bowl in the sink, and ran a bit of water in it.

"Hmm. Café Mélange, mom?" He asked as she began to mix the additional ingredients with the coffee before her.

"That's right, my little desert hound. A great way to start the morning." She said while little sips, being careful not to burn her tongue. "You sure you don't want some?"

"I'm sure mom. I don't need to go bouncing off the walls at school today." He said with a small chuckle. He glanced over to the oven clock to see that it was 6:29a.m going 6:30a.m and his bus would be here in five minutes. "Well it's time for me to get going mom. I'll be home by 12p.m. And PLEASE, be fully dressed this time. The last thing I need is to see you naked and masturbating on the couch, AGAIN." he exclaimed putting emphasis on 'again' trying to block out the image of his mother fingering herself on the couch. "Damn nearly scarred me the first time I caught you."

"Alright, alright. I'll be dressed by the time you get home. Geez, kill joy." His mother, just chuckled as she sat at the table, and began to sip down the coffee.

"Right..." Daryl answered, not fully believing her. "And I'm bringing Stan over too, 'K?"

"Sure dear, you can bring him over... I could use the exercise." Mira teased.

"MOTHER!" Daryl barked. Clenching his fists closed.

"Oh relax Daryl, I'm just kidding you know."

"Sure didn't sound like it, mom." Daryl retorted.

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*Time: 6:30 am/ Departure*

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"Look, I'm gonna go. And remember your promise." He said as he made it over to the door, picking up his bag by the door.

"I promise, I promise." She reassured him, following him to the door.

"Uh huh. Well, I'm leaving now." He said while opening the door. I'll see you later Mom."

"Alright dear, have a good day." She ended it with a kiss to his forehead. "Tell Laura I said hi."

"Will do." With that, he walked out the door, and onto the porch.

"Got everything you need, Books?" Mira asked.

"Yes." He answered stopping to answer her.

"Pencils?"

"Yep."

"Paper?"

"Uh huh."

"Pens?"

"Mm-hmm."

"Cell Phone?"

"Check."

"House keys?"

"Affirmative"

"Condom?" Mira joked.

"Yeah, that t- wait, WHAT?!" Daryl demanded as he stopped dead in his track and faced his mother with a blush that was very noticeable.

"Just a little humor dear."Mira chuckled teasingly.

"What kind of joke is that?" He asked while making a hand gesture.

"Oh, relax Hon. I'm only teasing." She smiled. They both heard the engine of a school bus pulling up to the curb of his house. "Well, there's the bus, now go on, before you're late. Go now, go, shoo!" She shooed him away, while waving her paw in a 'Go away' manner and still drinking her coffee.

"Bye Mom." Daryl scoffed while making his way over to the bus. As he got on, he was greeted by the bus driver. Once he was on the bus, His mother went back inside; closing the door behind her.

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*Time: 6:31/ bus ride*

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The moment Daryl took one step on the bus and the vehicle started up, he was suddenly greeted with 'Good mornings' and 'mornin' dude' from the various males and females from the front, middle, and back seats sections of the bus. Daryl just nodded and waved their way before they went back to talking, and gossiping amongst themselves.

"Well, well. If it isn't Mr. Semi-popular in the fur." called out a voice, which Daryl was also familiar with.

"G'morning Percy" Greeted Daryl as he took a seat in the front row.

"Morning Dar. Glad that there's two weeks of school left before Summer Vaca?" Percy asked, as he closed the door, and began to take off.

"Oh yeah. Can't wait to get out of that hell hole. And enjoy the break." Daryl said while pulling out his I-pod, and placed the ear buds in his ears.

"Well hang in there, little buddy." Percy said. Ever since Daryl was a freshman, Percy had been the first furson for Daryl to make as a friend during his time in high school. The Tiger pulled away from the curb and proceeded onward to the school. Along the ride the other students who were in the back, were going on with the conversations of random stuff, mainly it having to do with the opposite sex, music, and ideas about what to do for the vacation. Deciding to ignore all the babble, he unlocked his I-pod and began to scroll through his playlist. After a few seconds of searching he found the song that was looking for, which was 'Soul Phase' from Persona 3 Portable. As the song began, and just when he was getting into it, someone nudged him from beside him. He looked to see who bothered him, only to see his Best Friend: Stan; The pudgy Tom cat.

"Hey Stan, whud up?" Daryl asked as he took an ear piece out of his ear.

"Dude, did you get my Txt this morning?!" He asked in a rather frantic manner as he sat next to him. By the look of it, he was sweating a bit.

"Yeah, about that. Why in the world would you send me a txt at 5:45 in the morning?" He asked, looking a little peeved.

"Never mind that! We got probs dude!" Stan exclaimed. I just heard from Maverick, from Jesse, from Alicia, that Max heard Ms. Dasa is giving us an assignment, in Life science, Today!"

"That's a lot of people, to confirm one rumor dude. Aren't you just exaggerating just tad?

"I don't kid about Shit like this Man, never had, never will. Anyway, I knew that rumor couldn't be right, so I went straight to the source, and got right from the Teach. And she confirmed it man. We have a Last assignment from her." Stan sighed.

' Well that can't be good' he thought. Daryl went wide-eyed. "Fuck, are you serious? You gotta be shittin me." he groaned out, letting his head fall back onto the head rest.

"I don't know, but they're saying this last grade from her will determine the last 60% of our grade!!" He said.

"Say wha-?" Daryl asked, looking dumbfounded.

Stan sighed out his frustration but went over what he just said. "I'll break it down for you. Last. Grade. Worth. 60%. Get it now?" Stan asked.

"So, that's why she never gave us a final, I knew there was something odd about that but I wasn't expecting this... Damn that Bitch is clever." Daryl groaned. "So, do you know anything on what the assignment is about?" he asked.

"I tried to get it out of her, but she said that her lips were sealed until we got to her class." Stan said while reaching into his pocket and pulled out his PSP, turned it on and began to play Persona 3 Portable.

"I don't know why, but I've suddenly got a bad feeling about this..." Daryl said while groaning out.

"Describe... 'Bad'" Stan said while looking at the German Shepherd Dingo mix.

"I could go into the definition version, but I don't wanna scare you... Oh well. Guess we'll just have to take our punishment when we get to her class."

"How could we've not known about this, usually you're the first to notice these things. I mean they don't call you the 'Australian Analyst' for nothing Dar." Stan said as he focused on his game.

"Just because I have a little Australian accent in my voice doesn't mean I deserve that title." Daryl retorted, a tad defensive about it.

"Are you kidding, you've made your mark on this school for the past year. I mean you even took down the schools' most popular cheerleader, and Jock. Let's not forget the meanest teacher; Mr. Metal." Stan said.

"Hey, the Bitch had it coming, the moment she called me a MILF charity case, it was on. Besides her tits were filled Silicon anyways. So she had no right to call me that, while she in turn is priming and contradicting herself up just to put her own body on display for the other Brain Dead Lust fuckers that can't look at her boobs and NOT get a boner. The Jock, oho, the fact that he brags about his own size amongst the guys and the fact that he takes every girl he dates to bed, there was no fucking chance in hell with a HOLY CROSS I'd let him near my mom. 'Sides he might have an STD that he might not know about." Daryl replied.

"Not Possible, after his dates, he goes to his doctor to get checked the next day. Pretty much everyone on the football team knows that he has a clean slate." Stan said.

"It doesn't matter how 'clean' he is. If he goes around screwing every girl right and left, then he's still a sex hungry shitbag. Besides who goes around and brags about his dick size, unless you're really desperate to get noticed. And I mean REALLY desperate." Daryl stated.

"True that. But what about that REALLY mean teacher. Mr. Metal?"

"Oh him, he's just posing some pseudo-like dictator figure to feel important because there were so many screw ups and failures when he was growing up, he has to go and push his misery upon us, just to make himself feel better, and looks like some kind of 'Almighty' idol that we have to respect. Yeah, Not in this Life man. I rather jump off a cliff and impale myself in a ditch full of rusted nails, broken knives, used syringes, and any other sharp and pointy objects then going through another year of school with the bastard." Daryl said while skimming threw a list of song on his I-pod.

"Well said my sandy colored friend. But the way you said it to them, that was just brutal man. I've have never seen so many tears fall from one chick, and the way you insulted the Football team captain in front of his team, without him trying to punch, that was just awesome. But the Best, and I mean best, was when you got Mr. Metal fired. And it was only the fifth month of the school year. That racked you up some major popularity points. I'm still in shock, I mean, he's been teaching at the school for 32 years, earning the respect and disrespect of the other faculty, gaining the status as an excellent teacher for composition literature, most likely to be the next Principle and you just ripped that away in just 5 MONTHES! Dude, you're like a legend at school Y'know." Stan exclaimed, putting the game on pause.

"Oh C'mon dude, I'm still the same old guy who started here, nothing special, nothing new man and as for the jock, even if he tried to hit me, I'd just paralyze him. Ten years of acupuncture, Martial arts and Qi-Gong classes still comes in handy." Daryl grinned while looking at his best friend.

"Qi- what now... A-anyways, that's not what teachers at the school are saying." Stan replied, turning his body half way to face the dog.

"Wait, now the teachers are getting all hyped about it?" Daryl asked, rising an eyebrow.

"hells yeah dude. In fact, a majority, and I mean 95% of the teachers, are grateful to you for getting rid of the bastard. They said that he was always criticizing their work, taking over the class, giving THEM pointers. And guess what, the Principle didn't do a thing to stop it." Stan replied.

"Seriously, and this went on for 32 years, till I showed up? Wow, I'm surprised that he didn't go for school principal, imagine if he did..." Daryl responded.

The both of them pictured what it would be like if the Bulldog was a principal, and shuddered greatly.

"Oh my god, the school would be a hellhole if that happened. There would be only two lunch periods instead of four, two hour study periods, 25 hour community services instead if that we'd have to complete and worst of all... U-uniforms" Stan struggled to say, making both of them gasp, and shake in fear. "Thank god, you got his ass fired man, everyone is grateful for what you did Dar. Oh! Before I forget, rumor has it, that the President of the Student Counsel is going to hand pick you to be a candidate for next year."

"Student counsel... Aw c'mon, I got enough to deal with; I don't need that kind of pressure on me. Geez." Daryl sighed. "By the way, how did you find out about all this anyway?"

"HA, they don't call me the 'Informer' for nothing my friend. I can find out lots of stuff. How I do it, is a secret." Stan said with a huge grin, causing the Mutt to smile too.

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*Time: 6:50 am/ Arrival*

*Location: Ocean Breeze Senior High School*

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Now that the Students had arrive at the front of the school, the departed from the bus, and made their way to the School doors, Stan and Daryl were the last ones off, just as they got off, Percy called out to Daryl. "Okay, kid, you have a good day. Ya here?"

"I hear ya Percy, See you later." Daryl says as he left, along with Stan.

As they watched the bus drive off, a cold chill shot up his spine and Daryl began to get that 'Bad feeling' again and shuddered violently; like something eerie just ran through his body and left an awkward aftertaste. He then started to look around, as if trying to sense something. Stan noticed his friends' frantic searching.

"Dude, you alright?" he asked in concern.

"Shit man, I just got chills all of a sudden." Daryl said, shaking a tad.

"The 'Someone is stepping on your grave'- type of chills or 'I'm being watched'- type of chills?" Stan asked.

"The first option..." Daryl said as he and Stan began to walk towards the school, trying to ignore the feeling.

"Whoa, it's that serious?" Stan asked while putting his system away and into his pocket.

"I don't know, but I'm getting that hostile feeling again."

"You mean like the time, when Mr. Metal gave you that look, once he was fired?"

"Yeah, that feeling" Daryl responded. "And I don't like it."

"Ah well, don't worry about, you'll be fine. Now let's get to the Library, Laura and the others there are waiting for us." Stan said, walking ahead of Daryl. The Germen Shepherd Dingo mix's tail wagged at the thought of seeing his beloved again, even though he's been seeing her for the past 6 years of school, weekends and holidays, No matter what, he always looked forward to seeing her. As the two left to head inside, a pair of sharp red eyes were watching the two leave, mainly the eyes were focused on the Dog while letting out a *hiss* sound.

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Time: 7:00 am/ Library

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After the short walk up the staircase to the second floor they finally reached their destination. Opening the door and walking inside, they were greeted by the Librarian Leopardess, who welcomed them with her smile.

"Good morning boys." She greeted kindly.

"Good morning Mrs. Book (Convenient, isn't it?) How are you this morning?" They both asked.

"Ah same old same old, checking books, stacking books, marking books, shelving books, reading books, it's repetitive, I know, but I love what I do." She responded while chuckling a bit.

"You must really love books, don'tcha Mrs. B" Daryl said.

"Oh yes, ever since I was a little girl. I've love to read books, every minute of everyday really." She replied.

"What kinds do you read?" Daryl asked.

"Oh gosh, I've read all kinds; comedy, romance, drama, horror, suspense, angst and family. You name it, I've read it." She commented.

"You even read erotic literature?" Daryl asked, causing a small blush to appear on the leopardess' face.

"Daryl! You don't ask a faculty that kind of question man." Stan said reprimanding the Dingo mix (cause saying Germen Shepherd Dingo mix is just really annoying to say over and over)

"Now now Stan, it's alright. I'm not a prude to answering questions such as that. Unlike most of the Faculty here, and to answer your question Daryl, Yes, I do read those kinds of books, every once and an awhile." She replied. Daryl then arched an eyebrow and let go a devious smirk, which was quickly caught by Stan. 'Oh geez, I know that smirk'

"So you DO read those kinds. If you don't mind my asking, can you tell me the names of the ones you read please?" Daryl asked in his fake innocent voice. "I plan to write my own short story and seeing as how you Ms. Book have great taste, maybe you can recommend the types I can use to get ideas from." he added.

The Leopardess, blushed in both a heated, yet flattered manner. But Stan just looked off to the side and said under his breath "Liar".

"W-well, I don't see a problem with that, seeing as how you plan to right your own, Sure, I'll gladly help but so long as I don't get in trouble." She replied. "All right, here." She handed him a notepad and pen, which he graciously took. There was a seat behind the desk and he quickly went behind and sat down, ready to receive the info.

"Okay, ready?" she asked, while crossing her legs professionally.

"As I'll ever be" He replied, while placing the tip of the ball point pen on the paper.

"Okay, the first one is a personal favorite. It's called 'Furverted Fairy Tails' Vols. 1, 11 and 111. My favorite segment in Vol. 1 is 'Ample Red Ridding Hood'" She said.

"Can you give me a small description?" Daryl asked.

"Well it starts out like how the original story goes, A red fur coated girl has a basket of goodies, she's on her way to her grandmothers house, and is greeted by the wolf. But the thing is, she not a little girl, she's actually a 19 year old woman. So the segment follows the original but up until she gets to asking 'Grandma, what a huge cock you have' question and he responds by saying 'all the better to Fuck you with'. So then the screwing ensues for about 6 pages front AND back she get's 'Eaten' twice. And it's not a vore either, rest assured." She answered.

"Interesting, what other novels do you read?" Daryl asked, while writing the brief description.

"Well, for inducing an intensive orgasm, I recommend you buy the book; Play on the Range. The gist of the story is, a cow on her way home from a last minute shopping spree sell, is stuck in a intense blizzard that hits the road, forcing her to take shelter on a farm where this bull is the sole resident on the property, she's forced to stay there for the entire two weeks; including Christmas day. During her stay, it just an all-out fuck fest from day 1 from morning to night. The mornings are all just rough sex session and during the night, there's a more passionate setting. But there is some romantic interest too." she said.

"Anything more?" asked the Dingo mix.

"Well, the last one I recommend is 'Pleasure Cruise'. The story is abo- you know what. I'm not going to tell you that one. You'll just have to buy the book and read it yourself. But I assure you. It's a VERY good book. I promise." she said as she twirled her chair back to facing Stan who was now texting away. Now that Daryl had the necessary names needed, he made his way back around the desk, and tapped Stan on the shoulder.

"Oh, you're finished then?" he asked while looking up, from his phone.

"Pretty much, yeah, Got what I needed." he said while placing the list in his pocket.

"Man I can't believe you asked that kind of stuff. Have you no shame?" Stan asked in a fake father-like voice.

"Nope" Daryl replied simply.

"Figures." the Tom cat replied. "So any more questions you'd like to ask Ms. Book?" Stan asked, somehow knowing that he was going to regret those words.

"Just one" he replied.

"What is it?" The Librarian asked.

"Tell me, have you pawed off to one of them?" he asked.

Ms. Book let out a light gasp, and Stan did an audible face palm, the caught the Dingo mix's attention.

"What?" he asked the two, letting go a knowing smirk.

"Daryl..." Stan groaned out, sliding his paw down his face in frustration.

"Well, if you must know, the answer is yes. I do..." She admitted, a deep shade of Crimson gradually staining her entire cheek, changing the fur color from yellow, to a deep orange. The sandy colored Dingo mix took pride in his mischief and grinned arrogantly, making the female embarrassed even more, but decided to stop, not wanting to be sued for sexual harassment, but not without getting away with a quick respond.

"Really... Can I borrow one sometime, so long as it's not too... sticky?" He asked.

The Leopardess' attitude quickly changed from stunned to the more mischievous side of annoyed.

"Are you trying to get me fired?" She retorted.

"No?"

"Then there's your answer." Mrs. Book replied.

Both of the boys just chuckled lightly.

"Well anyway Mrs. Book, since you love to read so many books, have you ever thought of writing your own?" Stan asked.

"I'm way ahead of you dear; I'm already working on chapter 18 of my story." She replied while reaching underneath her desk and pulled out a 4 inched stack of papers that were being held together, by a huge black clip on the top left corner.

"Oh dear Jesus, You mean to tell me this is the story that you've been working on?" Stan asked, as he took hold of the stack. "There's gotta be like 1,000 pages here."

"Actually it's 1,800 pages to be exact." She corrected. "I've spent the past 2 months working on it during my free time."

"Wow you type fast, does it have a name?" asked Daryl.

"Yes, it's called: My Libido Schedule." Mrs. Book said happily.

"Interesting title to call it, can you give us a little background?" Daryl asked again.

"Well the story consist two Protagonists. A Male fox named Samuel who is a CEO, and A Female tigress named Amelia, who is a secretary. Each chapter is in 1st furson view from the other's perspective, so you get to know what the other is thinking. Pretty much the two are childhood friends all the way to adulthood, though never making the advance to a Boyfriend/Girlfriend relationship, not even a move to close friends. So pretty much they have been friends for all these years. But once they land the same job, these new feelings towards each other begin suddenly surge on the first day of work. It slowly goes from small glances, playful hints, and sexual innuendoes to sensual favors, taunts, and office copulations pretty much in the middle of the day, and sometimes even during business meetings with other company presidents with intents of merging companies. All the while they're latent love begins to bloom from its dormant state. But as they face these new feelings for one another, they are being targeted, challenged and tempted by other workers of the opposite sex, mainly out of lust, looks, seduction. So that will lead to the drama, but at the same time they will figure out it if they really love each other. Good isn't it?" She asked.

"Sounds very intriguing, And just how long is it?" asked Stan.

"20 chapters long, I'm working on 18 as we speak. So, only two chapters left." She answered.

"And how long is each chapter?" Daryl asked.

"Each chapter is exactly 100 pages." She said.

"Really, and what type of genre is it?" Daryl asked.

"It's a romantic comedy, with a hint of drama and a lot of sex scenes, some during inappropriate times. Like, during a meeting where Samuel and his higher ups are meeting with a neighboring business are discussing business trades, he gets a blowjob from Amelia. But some are during those mushy-lovely moments, and there are plenty of comedy bits in each chapter. It'll keep you guessing, laughing, gasping as will it have and keep you aroused. Would you like to proof read for errors Stan?" Mrs. Book asked while handing the Packet to Stan.

"I'd be honored." Stan said, receiving it.

"Hey, how come he gets to read one of your work, and not me?" asked Daryl, feeling left out.

"Because Mr. Park" She began to speak in a teacher like voice "unlike you, Stan here doesn't make things obvious to others around him. Thus his nickname: 'The Informer'." She said.

"Point 1 for me *nyeh*" Stan added, sticking out his tongue at the dingo mix.

"Ah, dammit all..." Daryl pouted, making a disapproving face.

"But" she added "I never said you two couldn't share it, now did I?"

Daryl got the hint, and chuckled lightly to himself.

"Now go on and get, your friends are at your table, waiting for you." She said, pointing at the table of the three furs sitting at the table, chatting away at something. "Have a good day alright?"

"Somehow, I DOUBT that today will be good, possibly, anything but good." Daryl said cynically.

Mrs. Book was about to ask what he meant by that, but Stan stopped her. Deciding not to pry any further, she let it go. Putting the Story in his bag, they both made their way to the table.

Upon their arrival, they were greeted by the trio.

"Hey, guys. What's up?" Greeted the Lioness sitting on the right side of the table, messing with her Laptop.

"Morning, Dawn, Stuart, Laura and nothing much, just getting here and waiting for bell to ring. What about you guys?" asked Stan taking a seat near her.

"Ah nothing here, I'm just typing up a chapter and messing around on the I-net, same thing pretty much this week." She said while going back to focusing. Dawn was the typical Tech-Head of their group. She stood at 5'6 and weighed 137 pounds. Her eye color was a deep shade of cobalt blue, her cup size was C 42 and she was wearing black cut sleeve Graphic Tee with a picture of a heart broken in two and the words " Heart Breaker" printed underneath, and was wearing a pair of white jeans with small designs on the leggings. Dawn was also wearing black and white wrist bands, on both of her wrists. The lioness even had a few piercings on both of her ears, but they were small, she wasn't a big fan of large hooped earrings unlike most girls.

"Lookin' up new positions for you to play with yourself in?" Daryl joked, much to his other friends' irritation. Laura excluded.

"Oh shut up you ass! Like what I do is any of your business" she stated defensively, going back to her typing.

"Uh-huh, well what about you Stu?" the Dingo mix asked.

"Reading a book and talking to Laura about what are we all are gonna do over summer vacation. I was thinking that we could spend it at my summer home. You guys wanna come with?" Stuart asked, looking up from his book. Stuart was the silent but knowledgeable one of the group. He was a badger with an average build. His height was 5'8 and he weighted a healthy 155 pounds. He had a gentle eye color of yellow with orange tints in the corner. He was wearing a plain blue shirt, and regular black pants. Pretty much causal clothing was his thing.

"I'm down with that." Said Daryl. "Just gotta ask my mom. What about you Stan?"

"I'm sure parents are cool with it." He said.

Now that the two of his friends were acknowledge, all who was left was the Canine of Daryl's dream, Laura.

"G-good morning Laura. Y-you look beautiful this morning." He says while taking a seat in front of her, blushing lightly.

"Aww, thank you Daryl, you look good everyday too." Laura complimented much to his happiness, making him blush also. "Anyway, how are you this morning?" she asked; her voice was sweet, and silky, which made his tail wag happily. Laura; the girl of Daryl's dreams and fantasy, was a beautiful, and high class Siberian husky. Her fur was a glossy light-gray color, her secondary fur color was pure white; her eyes were as icy blue as a glacier in the Arctic regions of the world. She was wearing a light blue blouse that outlined her breast perfectly and had ruffles going from the mid-drift all the way to the hem of her blue pants, which went all the way down to her ankles. She was wearing a golden heart shaped pendant necklace, two bangles on her wrists, two blue diamond studded earrings, some powered blush, a blue tailring on the edge of her tail, just below her turf, and the perfect cup size of C 49.

To most girls they saw her as some rich floozy, but to Daryl, she looked like a Goddess dressed in Sacred Blue.

"I-I'm fine, you know, just glad that there's only two weeks of school left. Can't wait to be done with this crap, and get the hell out of here." He answered.

"That's good; even though I heard that Ms. Dasa is going to give us an assignment in class today." She responded.

"I don't even want to think about what sick kind of torture that she has up her sleeves." He groaned.

"Well it can't be THAT bad." Stuart said.

The group of five gasped in surprise.

"You OBVIOUSLY haven't been her class for the past year Stu. The work is intense, the homework is nuts and the amount of questionnaires she gives is obscene! When you least expect it, she'll spring some kind of pop quiz on you, ALONE with no one allowed to help. Even knowing it was a REAL pain to bring up to surface, thanks to her the highest grade I have is a C+ average thanks to her. I barely get away with just a lecture from my parents." said Stan.

"I have an A- in her class said Laura said.

"Really, that's amazing. The highest I have is a B- minus average." Daryl stated. "I'm just amazed that you have an A. and her class is difficult. Most of the kids in her class either have a D or an F." said the Dingo mix.

"That's because they don't study like we do." Dawn flatly said, typing away at her Laptop.

"I do know that another student and I are the only two who have an A in her class." said Laura.

"Who is it?" asked Stuart.

"She means Cynthia Rose, Stu." Dawn added.

Daryl was the only one who was affected by that name. So much, it made his fur bristle, and head throb, he groaned audibly.

"Please, please, PLEASE do not mention HER name around me, this early in the morning; I don't need the headache later on." Daryl griped while placing both paws on the temple in his head; rubbing them. The only one who was confused by the dog's reaction was Laura.

"Is there something that happened between them?" asked Laura.

"Oh yeah" Dawn quipped trying not to laugh. "There was A LOT of problems between them when they were growing up. And still so much more remains today. You see, those two still hang on to the 'Female Cats and Male Dogs don't get along at all' superstitious hype" Dawn replied.

"Ever since Elementary school Daryl and Cynthia have ALWAYS been at each other's throats, most of the time, they just bickered and argued, and some of the times, they would fight each other. And I mean the fisticuffs kind of fighting." Stan added.

"Fisticuffs?" Laura asked, arching an eyebrow.

"Fisticuff is an old term, describing Hand-to-Hand combat, or boxing. But yeah, they even had a fight here in school during their first day as freshmen." Dawn added.

"And for the record, they used their fists. A lot of blood was spilled between these two. It was their blood, mind you." Stan corrected.

"Uhhh, right." Laura responded

"I'll say, dude, one time they even-" The sound of the bell ringing pulled them out of their conversation, making them groan out, upset that they have to go to class.

"Aw, just when it got to the good part." Stuart said, putting his book into his bag.

"Which you won't be telling anytime soon." Daryl said, making a face.

"Yeah yeah ya big crybaby." Stuart pouted as he and the others got up from the table. Dawn was placing her laptop away into her Laptop carrying case, locking afterwards with a 4 digit lock.

"Is all that protection really necessary Dawn?" asked Stuart.

"In a school like this where, other furs like to steal your stuff, and leave 'Passive Aggressive' texts and notes of 'Favors' to get it back? Yes, it IS necessary." She responded.

"Right, well we better not keep the bitch waiting. You know she just LOVES to rail someone for being late to her class." Daryl Complained.

The others agreed with him, that was a hobby of Ms. Dasa's. If you were late, she would slap you with a detention slip and chuckle with that irritating laugh of hers. Pretty much you just wanted to slap her with HER own detention slip. And not the 'Handling it to you' kind of way either.

After bidding the Librarian, good bye, outside of the library, Stuart parted ways with his friends and began to make his way to his class; weaving through and about the masses of students who were now flocking the halls, getting to their own classes.

"And there he goes." Dawn said, a bit of forlorn laced in her voice.

"Don't worry; we'll see him on the way home once school is over. Now c'mon let's get to class." Daryl said while leading the way, while the others followed.

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Time: 7:30 am/ Class

~~

The four friends made it to Ms Dasa's class with two minutes to spare. And near the entrance on the inside of the class, sat the female wolf; Dasa herself, who was sitting at her desk, wearing a lab coat, legs crossed, and reading a book, waiting for the bell to ring. Daryl caught what she was reading before she put the book away. The title was called: Love and Lust. The title made him shudder, and quickly decided to forget about it.

"Ah, so nice of you to join us you four, I was beginning to worry that you wouldn't make it." She taunted while closing her book.

The four just nodded, and went to their seats. It didn't really matter where they sat, since there were only two weeks of school left. Frankly she didn't give a damn what they did.

Just as the rest of the class was coming in, the last one in was Cynthia Rose, she wasn't rushing or anything, she was casually walking in and just as the bell rang, she was past the door entry.

"Cutting it close today aren't you Ms. Rose?" Ms. Dasa asked.

"I would've run here like the rest of the class, but I couldn't risk my make-up running, now can I? But I do love this class a lot. I wouldn't see a reason to skip it, now would I." she asked as she began to walk to her seat. The fake sweetness in her voice made Daryl gag silently. He knew that she was just sweet talking her way out of a lecture. Just because she gets good grade, that automatically means she's a good student? Daryl wasn't buying that charade. Just as she began to make her way, she passed by Daryl and in that moment, their eyes met. The moment was so tense that you could feel the sparks fly from their glare pretty much the entire class stopped and watched, hoping to see a fight, remarks, or ANYTHING happen. A growl erupted from the Dingo mix's throat, as did a venomous *Hiss* pass her lips as they continued to glare at one another.

"Feline..." Daryl growled.

"Worthless Mutt..." Cynthia hissed.

Then sparks flew.

Daryl bared his fangs at the cat. "You wanna piece of me, you stupid cat?!" He barked while slamming his paws down on the desk and shot up to meet his face with hers.

"Please, like you have ANYTHING to offer!" She hissed, unsheathing her claws, ready to slash at his face.

"you aren't even worth giving anything to, not even trash!" he reciprocated.

"At least trash looks better than you do!" she hissed, narrowing her eyes.

"oohhhh..." The entire class chorused, some slapping their fingers in response. (that thing you do when you place your thumb and middle finger together and whip you hand forward, to make that slap sound with your index finger.)

Both Daryl and Cynthia's fur bristled as they continued to stare each other down, ready to kill each other, until Ms. Dasa intervened, much to the students' discontent. "Alright alright, no need for the blood shedding, especially in my class. Now you two love birds relax."

"WE'RE NOT LOVE BIRDS!!" The both shouted in unison, much to each other's disgust, causing them to look back at one another with sharpened glares.

"Fine, fine you're not. Now please sit down, Ms. Rose, you too Mr. Park." Dasa said.

"...fine." Cynthia breathed out. As she walked to her seat, looking pissed off.

"...whatever" Daryl huffed, plopping back into his seat.

As she watched the two, she only sighed. "Only two minutes, and they're already at each other's throats, frustration much?" she remarked under her breath. After stopping a catastrophe from happening, she called the attention of the entire class. "Alright class. Settle down settle down. For I have some news for you all. And possibly, you may or may not like it." She said.

The class stopped what they were doing and gave the teacher their undivided attention.

"As I'm assuming that you may possibly know. I never gave you all a final right?" she asked. The class just nodded in affirmation. "Well, there's another reason why I didn't, which I'm about to tell you right now. Over the past year with you all, I've been monitoring your actions, behavior, and responses to one another, specifically to the opposite sex. And frankly, I'm very disappointed in each and every one of you, except Laura naturally. Anyhow, so as your final grade for the year, I'm going pair each of you off, and for the next two weeks, you all are going to see what it's like to be married to one another.

The Entire class gasped, and began to argue with the teacher, but she quickly ordered them to be silent but two students questioned her.

"Say what?!" said one student.

"Are you serious?!" said another.

"I'm very serious about this project. You all honestly think you can go about life, and constantly be at the others throat, which leads up to murder possibly and expect to get away with it, do you?" she asked. Most of the class went silent, some were about to protest against that statement, which she quickly interfered. "I thought so. Well guess what, because life doesn't work that way. So like I said, I'm going to pair you off, so you can see what it's like to be married, you will learn the ups and downs of marriage. Oh, and just in case you all are wondering, I'm pairing up those I deem are worthy of each other." Ms. Dasa said, making the class groan out, much to her satisfaction. "Now let's get started." She said while picking up her clip board. "For the first lovely couple, it will be...

"Morgan and Alex, congrats Morgan you both are now Mr. and Mrs. Pine for the next two weeks. Now both of you come up and collect your rings, while I mark it down." As they made their way to front of the class, Daryl and Stan began to chat with one another in a whispered voice.

"MARRIGE?! We have to be married for the next two weeks? Are you kidding me?" Daryl whispered.

"You mean to tell me that THIS is our final project, this just can't be right." Stan said.

"You're telling me. I was expecting something extreme, but not THIS extreme." Daryl replied, still not believing what he just heard.

"I know, but my God... marriage, I don't know if I'm the commitment type Dar." Stan groaned out.

"Well, my tuna fish lovin' buddy, I guess we find out today."

"Great... So who do you think, we're going to be 'Married' to?"

"I don't know, but I'm still getting that bad vibe man."

"Either that or you just got cold feet."

"We'll see."

After the first couple was announced, Ms. Dasa went on with the listening who would be married to who much to Daryl's anxiety.

*After the last 17 pairings, she finally gets to the last 6 contestants, much to their anxiousness*

"And we are down to our last six, so here we go. The next married couple or COUPLES is Stan, and he will be married to Mizu AND Umi. Congrats you two. I hope you enjoy your new husband." She said to the girls. The panda twin girls giggle lightly, and happily. "And for you Stan, some womanly advice, even though I'm not married, I do know this; make sure that you treat them both with equal love and respect. No woman likes to feel left out." She reminded, only Stan didn't answer, he was still shocked and dumbfounded.

Both the Panda girls looked at him and smiled to him in a kind, loving fashion

"We look forward-" Mizu started.

"-To being your Tsuma (Wives), Stan-kun" Umi concluded. (In case you are wondering -Kun: is a suffix used at the end of boys' names to express familiarity or endearment [In Mizu and Umi's case, it's clearly endearment]. It is also sometimes used by men)

"We hope that you will find us to your liking for the next two weeks, and we will do our best to please you, Watashi-tachi no otto (our Husband)." They said in unison, giggling at the end. They got up from their seats, and made their way over to Stan, they both sat on the opposite of the dumbfounded cat on the left side, and took their seats and sat happily, talking to the other in Japanese.

The entire class gasped, some of the guys snickered, or whistled encouragement, while some of the girls began to whisper excitedly and gossip amongst themselves, much to the Tom cat's nervousness.

"Lucky little Bastard!" said a male in the back of the class.

"Way to go dude!" cheered another male.

"Wha-" Stan uttered that one word while continuing to look down, looking like he lost the Lotto.

"*Aha!* Oh damn dude, you got not one, but TWO wives! Oh wow, that's gotta suck man." Daryl laughed while looking at his crestfallen friend.

"No teasing Mr. Park. Just for that, you are going last." Ms. Dasa said, making a mark on her clipboard.

"That's just fine with me, what happened to him" he indicated, by pointing his thumb at the Cat, who was still trying to make sense of what just happened. "You just made my day."

"Yeah, you laugh now, but you won't be laughing, once you find out who you are pair with." She replied. "Moving on, now, will you three please come get your rings?" she asked. The three students got up and made their way to the front of the desk.

Once they sat back down, Stan began to examine the pseudo-like ring. Still upset that he was married to the Bamboo twins.

"Cheer up dude; at least you'll have two wives instead of one to paw you off." Daryl whispered, in a teasing manner.

"Hey, hey, that ain't funny, that shit ain't funny! Man, I've got wives man, TWO WIVES. I don't know how I'm supposed to handle this." Stan complained.

"Chillax dude, you've got nothing to worry about. In fact, I hear that they cook some pretty fucking great food for the people they like." Daryl said, trying to get the tom cat to relax.

"Yeah thanks, that makes me feel SO much better." He replied sarcastically, causing Daryl to sigh in defeat.

"Worry not Watashi-Tachi no Ai-(Our Love)" Started Mizu, gently taking Stan's paw into hers, stoking it lightly.

"-We promise to be good wives for you to be proud of." Umi concluded. Both of them smiling gently, somehow taking off a bit a fear that was plaguing the cat. "Um, Stan-kun, can I ask you something?" asked Mizu.

"Um... sure, do you mind if we speak in your native tongue, you know, to avoid the nosey listeners?" he asked back. Mizu smiled back, as did her sister. "Hai, mochirondesu (Yes, of course you can.)"

"Yoinode, nani o anata wa watashi ni hanashi o shitaidesu ka? (Good, so what did you want to talk about?)" He asked.

"Anata ga okoru remasen'u ?n, yakusoku? (Umm, promise you won't get mad?)"

"Watashi wa yakusoku shimasu. (I promise.)"

"Sate, kon, watashi-tachi ni tsutae, sh?jiki itte, dono y?ni sekkusu nitsuite d?omoimasu ka? (Okay, now tell us, and be honest, how do you feel about sex?)" asked Umi.

At first, Stan was stunned at the sudden question by surprise, but not in a bad way. It was just that such nice girls like the Bamboo Twin would ask a question like that. Normally, if any other girl asked him that question, he would feel awkward, and/or nervous. But coming from these two, that feeling didn't exist.

"Dono y?ni watashi wa sekkusu o d?omoimasu ka? E eto, hont?ni nitsuite wa, josei no kimochi ki ni otoko toshite, watashi ga suisoku suru kenen. Naze kiku no ka? (How do I feel about sex? Um, as a guy who really cares about a woman feelings, Concerned I guess. Why do you ask?)" He answered, than asked.

It was the Panda Twins' turned to be embarrassed.

"Sate, anata wa, kako 2-nenkan sansh?shite kudasai, watashi-tachi wa anata no ch?i o eru tame ni, anata wa watashi-tachi ni kizuku o shutoku suru, toshite kitashi, ima wa kono suki o motte irai, watashi-tachi wa anata o motomeru,-go ni purojekuto ga owaru nodesu ka ne Mochiron, watashi-tachi wa anata no g?rufurendo ga dekimasu ka? (Well, you see, for the past two years, we've been trying to get your attention, to get you to notice us, which failed multiple times, and now since we have this opportunity, we'd like to ask you, after the project is done of course, if can we be your girlfriends?)" They both asked in unison, while holding up their pinky fingers, and blushing lightly their white furry cheeks.

Stan was flabbergasted. No girl in this school EVER wanted to be his girlfriend, until the Bamboo Twin asked, mainly because of the way he looked, and most girls were like that. But these two, asked him to be their boyfriend, only an idiot would say no, and for the love of all that is good, wonderful, he wasn't going to turn them down.

"Watashi wa anata no b?ifurendo no koto ga daisukida. (I'd love to be your boyfriend.)" He said while smiling at them, causing them to giggle, and blush deeply. "Shikashi, nani ga sekkusu shinakereba naranai nodesu ka? (But what does that have to do with sex?)" He asked.

Both girls now began to blush a very deep shade of red, and looked down, letting the turf of long fur hang down all the while smiling, innocently and their paws were trembling.

"W wa - anata ga yorokoba reru... Watashi-tachi no hatsu sa reru... Kon'ya? (W-will you please... be our first... tonight?)" They asked in unison. "Wareware wa saigo no 2-nenkan o y?ky?surunode, shiyou to shite kita... Kuremasu ka? (We've been trying to ask you for the last two years, so... will you?)"

At first, Stan only looked at them. Trying to see it they were just messing with him, and get his hopes up, only later to crush them, but as he saw their reaction to their own question it was clear to him that they weren't lying about it.

"Watashi mo k?ei wa yo. (I'd be honored too.)" He answered.

Now both girls, smiled happily, moved closer to him. "Arigat?gozaimasu, Stan-kun." They both said in unison. "By the way," They were now talking in English.

"You speak Japanese-" Umi started.

"Very Fluently" Mizu followed up, snuggling against him.

"Thank you. 6 years of tutoring, really paid off. I just hope to hear more from the two of YOU tonight." he whispered into Mizu's ear. Causing her to gasp, and chuckle lightly.

All the while Daryl was eagerly waiting to his named called.

"Alright, the next married couple is oho, Laura Center and-" she started.

Daryl heart began to beat like a drum going faster, and faster. It felt like it was going to bust from the rib, onto the table and start dancing in joy. 'C'mon, c'mon say it... Daryl park... please...' he prayed in his mind.

"The spouse will be-"

'C'mon... Daryl Park...!'

"None other than-"

"Oh God, stop teasing me and SAY MY NAME ALREADY!' he shouted in his mind, clenching his fists.

"Devon Tube, Congrats you two, I'm sure these next two weeks will be either bliss, or possibly murder, for you." she said while scribbling, on her clipboard.

Realty had smacked Daryl across the face with its glove. The sudden news that he and Laura, were not meant to be. Even though it would be only for the assignment, he long to be the Border Collies' husband day and night, even in his dreams. But now that she was paired up with Devon, all hope for him just shattered like a stain glass window, after a stone was thrown. He slumped over, and began to mope about it greatly, but then he was suddenly hit with a realization. If Laura and Devon were to be married for the next two weeks, that means all who was left was-

He turned to see that Cynthia was just in shock as he was. Although their eyes didn't connect, they were both pretty much thinking the same thing.

"And finally, the last married couple will be none than Daryl Park and-"

The entire class stopped what they were doing, and turned their attention to the Teacher as she said the final name.

"His wife for the next two weeks will be-"

'Don't say it, don't say it, don't say it PLEASE God don't let her say it!!' Daryl prayed in his head.

"Cynthia Rose!" Ms. Dasa squealed.

The class gasped at the announcement of the one being married to Daryl, some even fell out of their chairs at the announcement. They knew the relationship between Daryl, and Cynthia. It only took a day in the beginning of the year, to point it out.

Then all hell broke loose.

"No...NO! I REFUSE TO BE IN THIS INSTITUTION WITH HIM!!" Cynthia shouted, standing up, while slamming her paws on the table.

"Are you serious, ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS?! I HAVE TO BE MARRIED TO THAT BITCH?! ARE YOU OUT OF YOU FUCKING MIND?!!" Daryl shouted, slamming his fist on the table, causing it jump a little.

"Who are you calling bitch, you flea infested, mongrel?!"

"You, ya fucked up scratching post!" Daryl shot back.

"Tail chasing asshole!"

"Cat-Nip sniffin' Skank!!

"Fire Hydrant Piss Ant!"

"IDIOTIC CAT!!"

"STUPID DOG!!"

" FELINE !!" Daryl shouted

_" MUTT!! _" Cynthia screeched.

The entire class was stunned; no... they were downright Stupefied. They had never heard such harsh insults thrown before throughout the year, NEVER.

"Maybe you two should calm down and-" Ms. Dasa started, but was brought to halt.

"YOU STAY OUT OF THIS!! Last I check, YOU'RE THE ONE who caused this mess!!! Pairing me... ME, CYNTHIA ALXENDRIA ROSE, To that... that... that... BEAST!!!" She should. "I rather be paired up with the Marcus Gloss!"

"You're no prize yourself ya Make-up Rendition Clown!!" Daryl shot, clenching his fist.

"Like you're anything special you Porterhouse stuffing Cad!" she responded.

"Damn, you're annoying!" Daryl responded.

Without gaining the Dingo mixes' attention, Stan made his way to the teacher, who had a calm look on her face and muzzle amidst the bickering going on.

"Um, Ms. Dasa?" he called out, tapping her on the shoulder.

"Yes, Stan, what is it?" she asked, while writing on her clipboard.

"You realize that you just sent him into the lion's den, right?"

"Trust me Stan. I know what I'm doing, that, and I have this waver claiming, after today, those two will take responsibility for their actions.

"A waver, Ms. Those two are going kill each other within two day, how are they going to last two week?" Stan asked, fearing for his friend's life.

"They are just going to have to cope. Like I said, there will be people that won't like you, within your lifetime, Hence, those two." She said while pointing at the bickering, couple. Stan only sighed and went back to his seat, and continued to watch the two continue.

After about half an hour, the shouting and yelling, died down to mumble comments, and hateful stares at one another. Dasa, took the opportunity, and talked to the couple, seeing that there was only ten minutes of her class left.

"There, now that you got that out of your systems, do you both feel better?" she asked.

"Although, better isn't the right word, and there is too much shit cluttering up our history, I guess I do feel a little better... sorta." He said, huffing.

"Good, now that you have that sorted out, I need both you and Cynthia to sign this weaver." She said while sliding the paper in front of him.

"A weaver, like I said, I'm not going through with this." Daryl responded, his anger rising again.

"The Mutt speaks the truth. Neither of us are doing this." She confirmed, crossing her arms.

"Oho, yes you BOTH are, or else." She warned.

"Or else, what?" they both asked, again in unison, trying not to gag.

She then placed a serious look on her snout, and growled slightly. The class gasped once they heard the growl pass the teacher's lips, for they knew; if Ms. Dasa growled, you'd BETTER not do OR say anything to upset her further. "Or else, you both fail this class, and get you held back for another year. That's what." She warned, pointing her pen at his face, then to Cynthia.

"You'll do no such thing. Cynthia challenged.

"Oh no, to get my point across, I'll make DAMN sure, that both are in the same class, only this time, you'll be SITTING next to each other, AND share only one text book.

They both sat there for a bit, doubting her a bit, thinking she wouldn't go through with it.

"You wouldn't dare..." Daryl said, nervously.

"Try me." she stated grimly.

What else were they supposed to do? Sure enough their parents would be mad if they fail, but it was worth it, another year with the individual that they hate, let alone sharing the same things, and invading their personal space. And be laughed at? They didn't think so. So they sighed in defeat.

"Fine... we'll do it, but we won't like it." Daryl said, as if reading Cynthia's mind.

"Good, now please sign." She directed.

Quickly, Daryl sighed as he signed his signature, with a quick wrist. After he was done Dasa walked over to Cynthia, whose tail was twitching angrily from side to side, and she proceeded to do the same thing. As she looked at the bottom line, beneath Daryl's, she noticed his penmanship. Remarkably, even though she hated his guts and his entire being, with a white, hot burning passion ten-fold, he had some pretty decent hand writing... for a boy anyways.

"There, I signed it. Now what?" she asked.

"I was getting to that. Just a moment please." Dasa said while walking back to her desk. Not bothering to sit down, seeing as she had 5 minutes, she made her speech, short. "Alright, now for the next two weeks, you are going to see what it's like being married, I want you to record your reaction, feelings, and communicate with your spouses. Remember, communication is the key to success. Now, on the way out, I want you all to trade Cell numbers with your spouses, remember; stay in touch with each other, and TALK when you need it. And none of this over-the-top-of-the-mountain: Lovely-Dovey hype of talk, and CERTANINLY, NO Dirty Talk either. Got it?" she asked her class. They all responded and said yes, letting out an exasperated groan afterwards.

"Good now, class dismissed. Wednesday, I'll be adding an addition to the Projects, So for the first part, get use to your new spouses for the next two days. And with that being said, Class is adjourned. Now go on and get going." She replied, while taking a seat at her desk.

As the class got up and left the room, Daryl followed behind Stan, who was trading numbers with the Bamboo twin. Who were both nervous, and excited about what happened today, and what was going to happen later on tonight.

Laura had the same blushing face, which she wore once she was announced to spend two weeks as Devon's wife. At first, the very thought sickened him to his stomach, and it made him want to vomit. But there was nothing that he could do about. Once Dasa, made up her mind, there was NO changing it. Daryl doesn't hate Devon, no. Although he's not really, not his friend, he certainly wasn't his enemy either, unlike Cynthia Rose, So that placed the Doberman on his 'Allies' list. But Devon was crestfallen about being married to Laura or ANY female in fact.

The thing is; Devon is gay.

Only Daryl himself knew the Doberman's secret, but didn't go around blabbing it to everyone, which earned him Devon's trust, that trust came in handy over the past year. He was often bailed out of situations with Devon's help, that he normally couldn't handle alone, so technically they were friends, but on a minor scale.

Pretty much everyone was happy with the fact of being 'married' most of thinking it's gonna be an easy lay, not even giving a damn about their grade, while some were taking the mature approach and decided to act properly.

After he got outside, Cynthia was already standing by the entrance, waiting for him, much to their disapproval.

Being too tired to argue with her right now, Daryl decided to be the big man there, and act maturely.

"Listen Rose" He sighed out "I don't like you and you don't like me, so let's get this project underway, and be done with it once it's over." He said while pulling out his cell phone.

"Way to get to the point, Park. Here's my number." She pulled her Cell out of her purse, pressed a few buttons, and showed him the screen with her number. Quickly, he input her number in his phone, and saved it. He, in turn, did the same thing for hers.

Now that that was done, he looked a bit disgusted, but didn't let it show.

'Great, my phone has just been violated' He thought bitterly.

"Good, now that you have my number, keep it safe, but don't get use to it. Once these two weeks are over, I'm deleting your number. Anyways, here's my Address to my house, you are to come over afterschool so we can discuss rules of 'Do's and 'Don'ts in this... relationship." Cynthia said, trying not to lose her breakfast on the word she just uttered. "Keep it safe, and make sure no one follows you. I really don't need the Bad Rep. With that being said, this conversation, never happened. Goodbye." She said haughtily while walking past him.

Once she was out of ear's range, "Damn, she such a Bitch, and she's my wife for two weeks, Dear Lord, give me strength" Daryl prayed.

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For the rest of the day, it pretty much went smoothly. Daryl forgot all about his troubles that morning, and began to relax, once he got into next class from there on. Stan was getting chummy and lovely, with a hint of sappiness. Constantly, texting the Panda twins, with jokes, riddles, and suggestive texts, which they were greatly both happy, and turned on by the cat, that was their husband. Pretty much, it was to be expected that those three would make a great married trio, but they do say, that looks can be deceiving.

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Time: 12:30 pm/ Afterschool

~~

Now that school was done and over for the day, every single student, rushed out of the building they so desperately despised, and preceded on to what their plans were and went on with the rest of their day. Biding their friends' farewells, or joining them, the school slowly began to deplete.

As Daryl, his friends Stan, Laura, Dawn, Stuart along with Mizu, her sister Umi, Devon were now outside, and standing in front of the school, getting ready to leave. The only one was who was upset that he would be walking alone, was Daryl.

"Shit, Fucking shit man. I have to be the monster's husband? You've gotta be shitting me." Daryl complained.

"Damn, dude, I feel sorry for you. Having to be married to Cynthia for two weeks, that's gotta suck man." Stan said, patting his friend on his back.

"Yeah, you and me both Stan, I mean, look at you. You have TWO wives dude. Most of the guys a few hours ago, were giving you dirty looks for having the second two hottest twins exchange girls as wives, from JAPAN no less." Daryl commented, making the girls blush lightly.

"Although, we appreciate your notice of our beauty-" Mizu started.

"Please refrain from using such crude comments like that." Umi ended.

"Only our husband may refer to us as 'Hot' as you Americans say." The Bamboo Twins said in unison, grabbing on to both his arms, both on the opposite side of Stan.

"Now now dears, no need to be critical towards him, he's just point out the obvious." Stan said sweetly. The both giggled in unison, and snuggled against him.

"I can tell that you three are going to have a great two weeks. I'm just hoping that it'll be the same for me and Devon, but we'll try and make it work out. Won't we?" She asked while smiling lightly at him. "Y-yeah, I'm sure we will." He responded, feeling a tad nervous.

It pained Daryl that he and Laura couldn't be the married couple and seeing her get chummy with Devon, didn't help either, but once Ms. Dasa made up her mind, there was no changing it. So he was forced to stay with the bitch. Seeing no reason in staying here any longer, the seven departed and head home, leaving Daryl alone on the school grounds. (Alone, as in, no friends around) Seeing that the time was now 12:37, he began walking in the opposite direction and towards his doom, Meaning: Cynthia's house.

Along the way, he pulled out his cell phone and began to dial home, letting his mother know that he would be home later on. The phone rings for a few seconds until he hears a click, and female voice on the other line "hello?"

"Hey Mom" Daryl said into the receiver.

"Why hello, my little desert hound. How was school today?" Mira asked back.

"School was fine, nothing out of the usual, except for a project that my life science teacher assigned to us to do." He answered.

"Really, what kind of project is it that you have to do?" she asked again.

"We have to see what it's like to be married for the next two weeks." Daryl stated flatly, as he continued to walk down the sidewalk.

"Married, you have to be married for two weeks?" she asked, slightly surprised more over thrilled.

"Pretty much mom" Daryl answered.

"Well, I'll be! Who's the lucky Sheila that my boy is married to? No, wait, let me guess. Is it that Laura girl, you've been chasing since middle school?" she asked.

"Not exactly, she was paired up to Devon Tube." He responded in a down tone of voice.

"Oh, well that's too bad son, but don't worry. It is just a project after all. If you didn't get pair up with her, then who'd you get set up with?" she asked.

"Cynthia Rose." Daryl said flatly. His mother, just went silent for a moment, she knew the history between those two. Mira could only imagine the chaos those two would cause under the same roof. "Mom... hey mom, you still there?"

"Yes, I'm still here. Sorry you just caught me off guard that's all... wow, Cynthia Rose... does your teacher; Ms. Dasa, know the history between you two?" she asked.

"Mom, it only took one day in the beginning of my junior year, for her to figure it out." Daryl said.

"Right, well... nothing I can do about it. All you can do is be the bigger man, and handle this situation maturely." She responded.

"I know, I know." he sighed "well, I'm going to be gone for awhile. I'll call you when I'm ready to come home, which hopefully will be soon." He replied.

"Alright, just call when you're ready. Bye honey."

"Bye mom." Daryl said as he hung up. Sliding the phone back into his pocket, he began to continue his way.

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Time: 12:48 pm/ Outside Cynthia's house.

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Now, just about two meters from Cynthia's front door. He looked at her house, and was amazed that the building was a three story house. The outside was fairly nice. Not a lot of outside of decorations, but it was still nice looking. But that was beside the point. He had a look on his face, like he was staring at the Doorway to the underworld. Not wanting to go any farther than he had to, but for the sake of his grade, and the sake of passing to the next grade, he had no choice.

Walking up the stairs, until he came to the front door, he read the address on the door, then on the piece of paper and they matched exactly all the way down to the period. He gulped and reached for the handle on the door. Gripping it, he raised it, and slammed it down four times, and backed off waiting for the door to open. After a few minutes, the door opened, revealing a green eyed, tri-multi red furred calico feline, wearing a white, chest hugging spaghetti strapped tank-top with a black diamond on the center of the cleavage area giving a good view of the outlining of her nipples and the top part of her breasts, a pair of blue female shorts that hugged the upper part of her thighs and her ass nicely, a black colored tail ring, near the tip, suckling on a red, cylinder shaped popsicle near the round top, in that subtle exotic fashion and leaning on the side of the door frame, with her arms folded, with a bored/annoyed expression.

If Daryl didn't hate her with so much passion in all of his body, he would've admitted that she actually looked hot.

She took the Popsicle out of her mouth to speak.

"Well, well, well. I didn't think you'd actually show up, yet here you are." She said snidely. "You did make sure that no one followed here did you?" She asked.

"Nope, just me, myself and I." he quoted. "So can I come in now?" he asked.

"Well... I don't see why not. So long as you don't mess my house, sure. Now get your ass in here. And leave your shoes and bag by the door. Don't need a dirty carpet." She said as she walked back in, leaving the door open for him. "And close the door behind you." she called out.

Quickly listening to her, he made his way inside, and closed the door behind him.

Now inside of the feline's home, he was just as amazed with the inside. Fresh furniture, picture cases in the corners of the den, mostly of her. As for the rest of the 1st floor, it was pretty much amazing.

"So this is where you live huh, nice place you got." He said as he stood by the door and was taking off his shoes, and back pack.

"Glad you like it, but get it memorized, after the two weeks are done, you aren't allowed here anymore. Just letting you know. Anyways, you want something to drink?" she asked as she walked into her kitchen.

"Uh, got any lemonade?" he asked.

"Pink or regular?" she asked back.

"The reg." he answered, walking over to the couch, and took a seat.

She placed the Popsicle between her lips, and poured the light yellow liquid, into two glasses; One for him, and one for her. Once done with the pouring, she placed the pitcher back in the fridge, and reached, for the slices of lemon in the tray on the door of the fridge door. Pulling out two of the bag, it was in, she plopped one into each of the glasses on the table. Now done, she closed the door with her foot, and picked up the beverages and proceeded to the den. Upon entering the T.V room, she saw that Daryl was sitting firmly on the couch watching the television. She maneuvered to where he was sitting and tapped him on the shoulder lightly, alerting him that his drink was there. He graciously took it from her, and proceeded to take a sip. Once the liquid hit his lips, he raised both eyebrows in surprise from the taste. He had tasted lemonade before, but never this good. The way the sweetness, was combined with a hint of a salty taste and hint of sour all mixed into one setting. And the lemon floating in the drink also added to the taste. Lapping the top of his lip, he collected the rest of the droplets, and smacked his lips a bit and went for another sip, but not without letting her know how good it was.

"Wow, this is really good. You made this yourself?" he asked, as he took another sip.

"Yeah, I did. Didn't think you actually drink it though. I put poison in it." she grinned evilly. As he was drinking it, the word 'Poison' passed her lips and went into his ear, causing the Dingo mix, to do a spit-take, onto the table. He looked at her with a horrified expression.

"YOU WHAT, ONLY ONE DAY AND YOU POISON ME?!!" He shouted, while placing the glass down on the table. "Have you gone insane woman?!"

"Calm down Fido, I lied. There never was any poison to begin with. I just wanted to see your reaction." She said calmly, as she took a swig of her drink.

"What?" he asked, in a demanding voice, now gone from shocked to hostile and clenching his fists. "You mean to tell me that was a JOKE?!" He yelled once more.

"Just a little harmless fun." She replied casually. "'Sides, I need you alive, my grade is riding on this project, so don't screw this up for me, 'K?" Cynthia asked, taking a sip.

Daryl was about to explode with rage, and throw out some harsh comments, but he stopped and remembered, that he agreed to himself and his mother that he would be the bigger man for the next two weeks, and he couldn't afford an F on his final grade, so he just swallowed his pride, let out a breath, and just let the anger diminish.

"Fine... *inhale, then exhale* fine, I'll let that side. So, what where the Do's and Don'ts you wanted to discuss?" he asked.

"Well this won't take long. Seeing as how I only have a few rules." She said while placing her glass on the wooden table in front of them. "Just make sure to memorize them." She added.

"And they are?" he asked, sitting back.

"Rule 1, No invading my personal space, meaning no touchy-feely on me, inside the school or on school ground, only here at my house, or at your home, those two safe zones.

"Rule 2, none of this 'Baby' pet name, got it? I don't need that in my head, or anyone call me by that.

"And rule 3, unless I give the go ahead, No, and I...Mean...NO, looking, reaching, grabbing or touching my ass. You so much even THINK about it, I'm going to make sure you never think about it again. Other than that, everything else is legit." She said, as she got up from the chair, and proceeded to sit next to him, rather closely.

Daryl blushed uncomfortably and inched a smidge away from her. "Really, only three, Yeah, I got it memorized..." He said, looking back at the idiot box.

There was now an awkward silence between the two of them, rather, the Dingo mix was the only one uncomfortable, but the only one who was not affected was the Red Calico. Daryl was fidgeting mostly, while Cynthia just sat next to him, contemplation her next course of action. Deciding to kill the silence, he broke the ice between the two of them.

"So, uh... where are you parents?" he asked.

"Mom and Dad, They're on their 2 week 32nd anniversary in Beijing, China." She answered.

"I see, how long have they been married for?"

"32 years."

"I-I see. That's a long time."

"The first start of the rest of their lives together, was 17 years, when I was a one year old kitten." Cynthia added.

"Wait, so you were actually at your parent's wedding... lucky. What do they do for a living?"

Cynthia blushed a tad. No one ever asked what her parents did for a living, because mostly she got abrasive it fairly easy, but also, her mother's job, just downright mortified her.

"W-well, if you want to know, my father is a Stock Broker. He takes a lot of business trips to different states. Sometimes, he allows me and my mother to travel out of the country with him. Even though it's great to see different places and all, it sucks too. Thanks to his job being located in New York, he takes constant trips from home to there, and he stays in N.Y for three weeks, sometimes, even stays for a month. I'm just glad my mother is a patient person. It just means more mother-daughter time for us."

"Wow, no wonder you live in a three story house. I'm amazed you're not living in a mansion." the dingo-mix replied, surprised by the enthusiasm in his own voice.

Cynthia smiled lightly, not believing that she was actually smiling at her enemy. "Oh no, that wasn't a very good idea at first, Too much space for only three people."

"Only three" Daryl responded. "Your parents didn't plan on have another child?"

Cynthia then had a look of sadness. "That was the plan for them at first, but after the 'Incident' two years ago; my mom was left with the disability to have kittens ever again." She admitted.

Daryl was paying close attention to the feline, wanting to know what happened. "And what was the 'Incident'?" he asked.

"We were in a hit and run car accident." she answered. Daryl gasped lightly at what she just said, but kept quite as she continued. "We were lucky that none of us were seriously injured, but that day changed my mother forever. The driver of the other car got away, and my father was livid that it happened. For next three months, she was in a constant depressive state, but I'm just glad that she kept her female abilities after she returned back to normal... well, not 100% normal, I mean she could still put out, have her estrogen like most females, and walk perfectly." she replied.

"I'm sorry for bringing up bad memories." Daryl replied.

"Ah don't be, it nice to tell someone about this, it was just eating away at me." She replied. Daryl let out a small chuckle in response, still having difficulty to believe that he was actually having a decent conversation with his enemy, but at this point he wasn't even sure if she was an enemy now. "But, I'm sure you would like to know what my mother does for a career right?"

Daryl blushed a bit, but nodded his head. Now it was Cynthia's turn to blush again. She wasn't really too comfortable with talking to others about her mother's profession, but... Ask and you shall receive.

"Well, since you asked, my mother is a College Professor teaches both Art; semantics and 3-D concept drawing mind you, and... she also teaches Sex-Ed for the college freshmen." Cynthia trailed off, looking away heatedly. Daryl wasn't sure if he wanted know more, but since he asked he might as well keep going. "Anything else?" the dingo-mix asked.

"Yes... she's also... a Karma Sutra instructor, for the couples who have no concept of expressing their love 'Other' ways I.E: young adults; the age of 18 and up, just so you know, married, friends with benefits, same sex partners, and... even the elderly." she shuddered lightly in uttering the word as she answered. They both sat their in a moment of silence. The male was clearly trying to take in what he just heard. Knowing that her mother was a Sex Ed teacher was more than enough to know, but a Karma Sutra instructor... that just took creepy to a whole new level. "But wait, that's not the best part." Cynthia added, sarcastically.

' You've gotta be fucking kidding me ' he thought.

"There's more?" Daryl asked hesitantly.

"Oh yeah, it's now a family tradition to teach the Lessons of Karma Sutra to the eldest female of our family, meaning Me." she added.

"Awkward..." Daryl replied, not sure how to respond to that. "But seeing as how the circumstances of what happened to your mother in the past, I can kinda see why she would, if she can't make a bigger family herself, then all hope rests on you to carry on your family bloodline... No pressure though." he added.

She placed a paw over her muzzle and chuckled lightly; making Daryl blush lightly. "Thanks, well, now it's your turn. What about your parents?"

"Well" Daryl started. "My mother works as Graphic designer; in the Computer animation department but she works for my favorite game company; ATLUS, here in the U.S and she freelances from time to time, but she's REALLY good at it too, I mean my drawing skills are up to par with hers, but just a tad behind, never-the-less she loves my work, bless her heart. So I'm following in her footsteps, but I'm going for game design, so I'm taking a slight detour, but it follows the same path, so she's really supportive about my decision." he said while smiling, and wagging his tail lightly.

"Wow, she sounds really caring and fun to be around. Just like me and my mother." Cynthia replied. "Oh yeah, that reminds me; my mother needs an animation diagram of the Karma Sutra positions for her classes after her return from Beijing. Can you ask your mother to make the program for her?" Cynthia asked, looking hopeful, catching the Dingo - mix off guard, but flattered.

"I- um... S-sure, yeah, I'll ask her, but it might take a day or two longer." Daryl trailed off while looking to the side. "Mom tends to get... umm... 'sidetracked' when she's asked to do THOSE kinds of projects." he added.

"W-wow" she relied, actually able to picture his meaning of what his mother does, but she quickly shakes it off. "I guess both of our mothers tend to get sidetracked, huh, well, what about your Dad, what job does he do?" Cynthia asked. As if possessed by a mysterious force, she placed her paw between his ears and scratched gently. In response, his tail was wagging, and right leg began to bounce in the pleasure, as she repeatedly scratched his 'good spot'. At this point, he was convinced that this female was not his enemy, that what his heart was telling him, but his mind never stopped its warnings. Suddenly the wonder feeling he was getting, was gone and dead as soon as he mentioned his 'Dad'.

Daryl, took her paw scratching him from his head, placed it on her lap and then growled lightly, looking off to the side and sighed as he remembered his own father walk out on him and his mother 7 years ago.

"I don't have a father any more... rather, he's no longer in neither my life nor my mother's." he answered.

"Really, so, you're gonna tell me or what?"

"well, seven years ago, back when I was 11 years old, Both my mother and I came home from shopping, we got me some new clothes, and for her some new shoes. Anyways, once we entered the house, we heard groans and moaning coming from upstairs. Distinctly two sounds, one male, one female. I had no idea what was going on but the look on my mother's face told that she knew something was going on. Instructing me to stay down in the living room, I did as she went up stairs. A few minutes later, shouts, screams, and insults rang out from up stairs. Being a little kid back then I had no clue was going on. All that I saw next, was some Lioness, half dressed run down the stair, passing me, and running out the door, crying. Next came 'Dad' as he came down stairs chasing the whore that he'd been fucking all this, not even trying to explain to my mother with that poor, old 'It's not what it looks like' excuse bullshit. As he passed me, our eyes locked, and there was no remorse, hurt, not even a look of reassurance to me, it was just an empty gaze. I got up, attempting to follow him, but something; from the back of my mind told me not to. So I just watched him walk out of house, out of our lives for good. After that, I never saw or heard from him again and I was left to consol my grieving mom for the last 5 years. It wasn't easy, in fact, it was very difficult, but I managed to get it done, at one time I asked her what happened between her and 'dad', roughly when I was 15. She said that he had an affair, or cheated, with another woman behind her back, after that she burst into tears, clearly still not over having her husband leave her. Deciding, to find out what cheating meant, I looked it up on the computer, and when I saw what it meant, I suddenly filled up with Hate, Sorrow, Hurt, and Betrayal, all the way to the brim of my emotional beaker. The Father that I idolized and longed to be like long ago; was now nothing more than a cheater, a liar, and a betrayer, so from that day, I swore to my mother, and myself should that bastard ever show his face around my home again, I'd make him pay for what he did to us, even if it meant going jail for battery against him. He hurt us, next time, I'd hurt him with 4 years of pent up hatred and a baseball bat... well, now you know." Daryl concluded, now looking crestfallen.

"Daryl..." Cynthia started.

He trailed off, letting his ears fall down to the side, showing his sadness.

"Hey, can I ask you something?" he asked.

"Well, seeing as how I'm your wife for the next two weeks, I don't see why not. What's your question?" she asked as she turned the upper half of her body to face him, her red eyes locking with his red ones.

"Ever since I walked in the door, you haven't been at my neck, or trying to kill me, ever since the school day ended, why is that?" he asked.

"Well, I guess, now that school is over for the day, my anxiety level has dropped to zero, as did the peer pressure, and we kinda have a rep where you and I hate each other, mainly because of what happened back in elementary school." she answered.

"What did we do, that made infamously famous during the last 8 years anyway?" he asked.

Now, it was Cynthia's turn to blush deeply, although, Daryl couldn't see it fully, thanks to her red fur, but he could see the tinge of it though.

"Well, only if you promise not to laugh, tease, or make fun of my feelings I'll tell you. Cause if you do any of those three suggestions, I will claw you eyes out. Got it?" she asked.

"Noted" He answered, know that she just might do it. "So, what's the question?"

"Well... do you remember the time when we met in third grade, in Mrs. Pocket's class?" she asked.

"Yeah, I do. You had those big white bow ties all the time. What about it?" he asked.

"that day when we met, I just came up to you and just blurted out my feelings for you in front of everyone, even though my friends advised against it greatly." She admitted.

"Oh yeah, I remember, thanks to you, I ended up the laughing stock of the whole school for the last two years." Daryl growled.

"*scoff* I embarrassed YOU, I was the one who teased, verbally abused by the idiotic boys for the rest of the grade school, because of your ass!" Cynthia hissed, while getting up from next to him, unsheathed her claws.

"And YOU were the reason for my misery that lasted all the way to 7th grade, dammit, all those taunts, teases, and suggestions... and you were the trigger for all of that!" He barked while standing in defense, clenching his fist, and baring his white canines.

"Huh, I was right after all, you're just an idiotic dog." She hissed. 'Some man I'm married too.' Cynthia thought venomously

"And you're just a stupid cat who has no sympathy for others and is just a shallow tramp." He barked back. 'I can't believe that I let myself think that she was my Ally.' he thought bitterly

Irritated by the word 'Tramp', she threw a palm against his cheek making an audible sound, causing him to stumble back, in stupor, placing his paw where the stinging was coming from, for he had been slapped no... bitch slapped as a matter of fact.

"Y-you slapped me...! You Bitch!" Daryl barked as he held his ground and removed his paw from his stinging, red cheek, feeling it still throb.

"Takes one to know one, at least my father didn't walk out on me." she bit back.

Daryl's fur bristled in anger; she was now using his personal feelings, which he just revealed to her, against him now. In his rage, he dove to her, tackling her, and landing them on the couch behind her. With a 'thud', Daryl was now on top of her, holding her bare shoulders, and looking down at her, anger clear and written on his face.

"How dare you use that kind of ammo against me, how dare you!" He barked, while gripping her shoulders tighter, making her winch in response. But never the less, that didn't deter her, in her retaliation, she gripped the pillow behind her, and smacked it across his muzzle, only making him angrier.

"How dare I? Last I check, you were the one who decided to share a bit of your life with me, I never asked you too!" she growled.

"Never asked, what the- Yes you did, I distinctly remember you asking me what happened to my dad! And you're telling me that you didn't ask? Dammit, you are such a liar!!" He shouted.

"Better a liar, than a bastard child!" she screeched out. Not caring what words she used to insult him.

In his blind rage, he slapped her, Hard. Making her eyes go wide in shock, disbelief, hurt and... somehow, joy...

After calming down, he relaxed a bit, and looked down at the calico, which now was facing away from him, and looking shocked. Realizing what he had done, seeing the way his paw and her face were arranged, had he began to feel guilty. Not once in his life had he ever, even so much think about striking a female, yet, here he was and he just did.

Ironic is it not?

"C-Cynthia, Look, I-I didn't mean to hit you it just that my body reacted on its own and whenever some calls me that, I just-"

"You hit me..." she started.

"Look, I didn't mean to hit you..."

"But you did, didn't you?"

"I-"

"Didn't You?!" she shouted at him from below.

"...Yes" he answered, lessoning his hold on her shoulders.

"I thought as much" she replied bitterly. In her haste she moved her right arm up, and brought a quick slap across his muzzle. The Dingo mix recoiled from the hit and stumbled back off of her, taken by surprise. Seeing the opportunity, she leapt up and with amazing agility; Cynthia pounced onto him landing them both on the couch, which was facing adjacently from the love seat, they were both on not too long ago. Once they connected, Cynthia wasted no time repositioning her to sit on his lap and cast down a steel gaze, and slammed both paws beside his head. By the way she was positioned over him, and if she didn't hate his guts and existence, then the situation would have been pretty erotic, not to mention that her boobs were an ample tease to his preference, so desperately he want to grab them, hold them, fondle them, suckle them, lick them, squeeze them and do all the things that the average male would do to a female's rack, but with the position he was in at the moment, there was no time for that, but he just couldn't help himself. She was panting lightly, and her breast, were swaying lightly in response to her breathing. A light shade of red overcame his cheeks and he tried not to gawk at the clothed treasure, it was proving rather difficult, that and the fact, that he was sporting a hard-on in his pants somehow made him feel a tad guilty, he was just glad she wasn't sitting directly sitting on his groin.

"Hey, Hey Park!" she said loudly attracting his attention to her. He quickly made eye contact with her eyes, seeing that she looked ticked off, and ready to choke him. "w-were you just staring at my breasts?!" she growled, now wrapping her paws around his neck, but never squeezing.

"I...um... w-well... yes." He admitted, closing his eyes and grin sheepishly. He knew that he was going to get it now; this would probably be his last day on earth, for he could sense the bad vibes shining down from her eyes. After saying a mental prayer, he waited,

And waited,

And waited,

And waited... but nothing came. He was hesitant at first, for what if she was waiting for him to open his eyes, and gouge them out... but the silence was killing him in return.

'Ah fuck it. May as well take a chance, I've lived a good life, I may die a virgin, but I've lived a good life.'

So he slowly opened his eyes, until he was staring into the red-eyed calico cat how was now looking at him with a completely different look, this time, a look of craving was now on her face. Concerned, he decided to ask what was the problem was.

"Uh... Cynthia is something wrong?" he asked, somewhat disturbed by the look he was getting from her.

She said nothing; she only partly extracted her claws and lightly and pressed them his neck, letting go a growl. Just when he thought that she was going pierce his neck, in the blink of an eye, she dove down and immediately and crashed her lips onto his, letting out muffled groans from him, and light moans from her, sliding her body down a bit this their clothed groins were touching each other. As she delved her tongue into his open maw and began to wrap it around his and wrestle with him, she proceeded to be the assertive one, and started to grind her pelvis against Daryl's; letting juices of her snatch flow down the quivering walls and begin to wet her panties. Daryl was in shock at what was happening; his enemy that he hated bitterly, was now engaging in a deep lip-lock; wrestling her tongue around his, mewling loudly, rubbing her crotch against his in arousal. At this point, he didn't know wither to be aroused, or horrified, but the way his body was reacting to her action, he decided to go with the first option.

As she continued to kiss him furiously, her muffled moans began to pick up while large amounts of drool began to make a river and slide down their connected snouts. She was suddenly hit by a bolt of a naughty idea. Cynthia broke the lip-lock, letting a line of drool; which was connecting them brake under its on weight. She sat up, and rested her hands, on her thighs and stocked the muscles contours lightly, making sure she had his attention before moving. As she used on paw to cup his chin, the Calico feline lined up his head with her breasts on the same line, she used the other, and moved one of her paw to the hem of her tank top and slid it upwards, to the point where once it was high enough, both breast from her plopped free of their confinement, and bounced a bit, then rested against her body. He gawked at the sight in front of him. The girl he hated had the most perfect rack then any other girl he ever came in contact with. He wanted to reach up and touch them, but he was sure that the red furred feline would claw his eyes out if he tried. Cynthia knew what he wanted, but wasn't going to give it to him just yet. She placed her paw on his chest, and began to slowly drag it upwards, but not without letting it glide over her clothed crotch, which were now showing a damp stain. Unsheathing one of her claws, it easily ran though the fluffy fur on her stomach making little cravings on the way up, and finally she reached the breast. Wanting to drive him a bit more insane, she traced the claw gently around the nipple a few times, while rubbing her thigh with the other paw, letting out little gasp every now and then, making her captive beneath her stiff. Daryl was at loss of words and thoughts what was going on before him. The female that he spent most of his life hating, was giving him the most pleasurable show before. Making a scene out of her boobs was enough to drive any male nuts, ignoring all reasons to find this wrong and going against the balance; he reached up with both paws and tried to touch the ample milk sack. The Calico noticed his advances, and as much as she wanted him to touch her, she wasn't going to give it to him... just yet anyways. She swatted his paws away and looked at him with a lust filled glare.

"Oh no, it's not going to be that easy mutt. If you want them, you have to earn the right" she said while cupping the left breast, lightly pinching the nipple while moaning lightly as she rubbed it in front of his face.

"A-and that would be?" He asked.

"Let's see how well you can stand my scent." she replied while, slipping the paw on her thigh down the crevice between her thigh and crotch, making small circles around the zipper. With a quick flick, the button came undone. Using that same paw, she gripped the zipper piece and pulled it down. She pulled it down slowly, that 'zipping' sound was heard by the dingo mix and he looked down to see the exposure of her panties. He got a glimpse of the color before she cupped his chin between her thumb and index digits, and lifted his face so he was eye level with her.

"Ah ah ah, No peeking, you don't have that right yet, for now just relax and prepare your nose for what's to come." she instructed.

"What does my nose have to do with this?" he asked, kinda wanting to see what would happen next.

"You'll see... my pet." she replied.

'Pet?' he asked himself. The term pet had this degrading, yet somehow erotic, meaning to him. But not wanting to risk upsetting her. He just waited for whatever to happen.

Now that the mutt was busy looking at her, the zipper was down, letting her pheromones flow free into the whole room. Daryl caught the scent and it pushed his libido up a notch. Her scent was intoxicating, it had that exotic spicy cinnamon smell to it, thankfully he wasn't exposed to it directly for he had not idea how'd he react if he was, but never-the-less he was still clearly affected by the aroma. It was such a challenge not to just turn her over and screw her up the ass in abandonment, she slowly slid her paw past the hem-line of her soaked panties and slid it down further and further to point where she felt her fingers run over her wet clit; feeling the smooth finger paw pads glide over it, at a mild speed.

"Ah...!" Cynthia gasped as she trusted her hips over his denim clothed covered cock, causing it to jump underneath her in response. He was watching her facial expression after she gasped out. Her eyes squinted, but then opened themselves back to normal at resumed their staring down at the mutt, who was blushing mildly. She took pride in making the boy look and feel the way he did, but she wasn't done yet, no, she wanted him to squirm in carnal need and desire.

Now that her paw slid past her pink button, she then slid her finger into her moist channel, which was now seeping out and saturating her panties, but that wasn't the issue right now, what was important was making the mutt flip her over and fuck her brains out, and/or causing her to lose the ability to walk, if only, for a little while.

Scooping out a decent amount of liquid ambrosia onto her fingers, she pulled her paw from her damp crotch and panties, and raised them till Daryl could see the contents on her fingers slowly part from the rest, and fall off; dripping on to his shirt. Thanks to the angle of the sun, the rays shone through and hit the dripping content, making it shine. As horny as he was, he could help but, wonder what she planned to do with the substance, without her knowing, he moved one of his paws down to his crotch, unbuttoning it with a quick hand motion, and unzipping the zipper, he let out a silent breath of relief as he felt his shaft pop free, even though it was still contain within his boxers.

Cynthia didn't notice what he just did, not did she care. She only cared about getting him. Being the deviant she was, she then lowered her cum covered finger tips and placed them near his nose. Being a dog that he was, like all canine species, he sniffed the liquid traces. He tried to lick at the wetness, but the cat drew her paw away in a teasing manner, making him whimper with need.

"No, no, no little pup, this isn't for tasting, it's for invoking." she said while bringing her paw back to his nose.

"Invoke, invoke wha-" he didn't finish his sentence, as she smeared the liquid onto his nose, and latched onto his lips with her muzzle, kissing him intensely, partially not wanted him to lick the stuff from his nose and mostly, because she just wanted to feel his lips against hers again. Not that his lips were bound to her, he was forced to inhale in her smell with each breath he took. In only a few seconds, his instincts kicked into high gear, and he gripped her hips. Tightly, he hung onto them and began to thrust against her crotch; grinding her roughly, making her moan out loudly, even though it was muffled. At this point her juices had soaked its way though her panties and now were starting to stain her jeans. He could feel the wetness starting to stain, his boxers, and seep in to his erect cock, which only made him grind harder.

This was becoming too much for her to handle, as for she began to counter thrust, building wet friction between them. Not being able to keep kissing, she broke it, rested her paws on his chest, and leaned back; letting go a loud moan, that only they would hear.

"F-Fuck...you teasing bastard!" she cried as she threw her head back, much to Daryl's amusement.

Taking a short reprieve from the lip action and the grinding, Cynthia just sat on his throbbing length, and was panting light, while Daryl was licking off the now cold, and nearly dried liquid from his nose, the taste was just as it smelled. It was both sweet and bitter at the same time, but either way, it was delicious. Seeing him lick off the clear substance just pushed her libido through the roof. Not being able to withstand the growing pressure within her loins, she quickly got off of him, she stood up, took him by the paw, pulling him up and began to drag him off to God knows where within the house.

"W-where are you taking me?" he asked, as he stumbled along behind her and up the stairs, trying not to fall or stumble and judging by the way on how hard she was pulling, he guessed that she must've wanted something really bad.

"Just shut up and follow." She panted out. "You have a duty to commit to." She added, just as she made it to the top of the step, and rounded the corner.

Stopping in front of a certain door, Cynthia then leaned against it, and pulled Daryl into another heated lip-lock, this time she wrapped her arms around his neck, preventing him from going anywhere, slipping her tongue into his maw and wrapped it around his muscle, letting muffled moans go. Daryl was still confused at what going on, but for right now, he decided not to question her methods, even though he was mutually enjoying this just as much as she was. She then broke away, letting a string of saliva drip down her lips and was panting lightly. She reached down till she felt the knob brush against her fore paw. Once she did, she grabbed the knob, twisted it, and pushed open till connected with the wall on the inside of the unoccupied room. Once the door was now open, a faint sweet scent ran past Daryl nose and it was delightful. He wanted to at least see what the room looked like, but Cynthia didn't give him that much time though, because she grabbed him by his shirt collar and dragged him inside.

Now inside the room, the red calico roughly pushed the dingo-mix on to the bed, and he landed with a bouncy thud. Now that he was lying there, he took this quick opportunity to look around. The room was nice and spacey. All four of the walls, have the same hot pink paint coating with white tints on the top and bottoms of the walls. There was a small desk in the northern part of the room, a book shelf next to the desk with various books on the shelves, he even noticed a few Mangas on the lower shelf. There were two beanbag chairs in the corner, a few stuff dolls, a computer a Plasma screen T.V on the wall facing her bed, a double door leading to the closet and a jewelry box. Even though he was in enemy territory, the room looked great.

Seeing that the mutt was busy inspecting the room, the feline took this chance to rid herself of her tank top and shorts without him noticing. Nimble paws, she removed her tank top from her torso, causing her breast to bounce lightly again and tossed it into a corner behind her. Then she bent over at the waist and slid down her damp jeans, letting them drop down her slender legs, till they collapsed in a heap around her ankles, leaving her soaked, pheromone ridden panties clinging to her now partially exposed cavern. She then step out of the cloth and proceeded to the bed where Daryl was lying on.

Just as he finished inspecting the room, there was a sudden surge in of a familiar spicy cinnamon smelled clouded the room and his nose again, only this time, it was stronger than before. Using his canine abilities, he began to sniff the air, over and over, tracing the scent to the source of where it was emitting. He slowly, turned his head over to find that Cynthia was now lying beside him with her left arm resting behind her head, her right; resting on her side and she was casting him a lustful, seductive, wanton glare and grinning in a cat-like manner. The glare was both disturbing, and arousing at the same time. Numerous thoughts were running through his head right now, trying to find a reasonable explanation for her behavior, but his constant pondering was interrupted.

"So, tell me... you like what you see?" She purred out, much to Daryl's satisfaction and pleasure, and her amusement.

"Very much, yes." He answered while undoing his pants and tossing them aside, but not without taking his cell phone out and placing it on the small dresser next to him, while trying not to ogle, even though it was hard not to.

She pushed her body up, and placed half of it on his and began to gyrate in a back and forth motion, while she placed her rough tongue at base of his neck, and dragged it up slowly all the way up till she was near the base of his ear, while leaning her muzzle to his ear, letting it rest on the rim and purred quite audibly, making him shudder in pleasure. She rested her paw on his medium build, and stroked him very gently, almost teasingly, using her claws to invoke more feeling out of hi, and making him pant lightly.

"Would you like to pet your little sex kitten?" she whispered; licking the outside rim, making him gasp out loudly and nod, while slowly placing both is paws on her exposed back and began to rub, and stroke all the way from the top of her shoulders all the way down to the hem of her soaked panties; occasionally pulling her tail up, and rub the base of her tail with his index paw finger in small, quick circles, making her moan out in approval.

"Oh yes... right there..." she purred into his ear, while gyrating her saturated groan and thighs on his pelvis, soaking his now pants-less boxers. Thanks to her eager pelvic grinding; his cock popped out of the opening, and unintentionally pressed her clothed cave, making a little indent and partially enter her lips, but only the head; making her cry out in euphoria. Daryl grinned at her reaction and was about to tease her some more, but he wanted to see where things were going to go. So he quickly removed his cock tip, and rested it beneath them.

She took a brief breath and continued to grind against him, making him grit his teeth but then stopped, making him growl lightly. "Well then, if you like what you see..." she purred, moving on top of him, and sitting on his pelvis area and leaned over, letting her breast hang, and him thrust lightly against her moist cavern, making her gasp lightly. "would you like to touch me?" she asked bluntly.

"Am I allowed?" he asked in an equally arousing voice, adding a deep tone as he rolled them over and placing himself on top. Just to get back at her for the persistent teasing, he placed both of his paws beside her waist and roughly grinded his clothed cock against her leaking snatch, make her mewl like a little kitten. in response she wrapped of her ankles around his waist and began to grind back, while holding onto his shoulders.

"Ah... a-at least... oh fuck... at least get rid of your boxers..." she murred.

"In due time my dear." he replied.

The rough cloth, sliding over her now see-through panties and partially parted lips, nudging her little button, and making faint sloshing sounds which he picked up on; making her gasp. Frankly she just him to get to the rough fucking, but being a feline of class, she wanted him to take the scenic route.

"Ah...ah s-stop... stop... wait..." Cynthia panted, pushing him away gently, and began to catch her breath.

"What, what's the problem?" he asked, surprised by the amount of genuine care in his voice.

"N-no problem, *Purr* no problem at all. I was just thinking we work our way up to the final event." She said while moving herself up, placing her upper back against the wooden head and got comfortable.

"What did you have in mind?" he asked, panting lightly while watching the female place himself before him.

She purred heatedly and began making a show fondling her own breast. "Look down and get started, pup."

He did as he was told and looked down, seeing the most wonderful thing that he would ever hope to see. Daryl was now bearing witness to the red calico most prized body part.

Her special flower.

Daryl's brain was about to go on the fritz. He was at a loss of words as he continued to gaze upon the succulent ambrosia. Even though it was clothed and see-through and saturated with her own juices; it still looked beautiful. He never made a move, he just continued to stare at it; as if in a trance, which only made his cock throb harder. On the other side of the situation though, Cynthia was starting to get annoyed at his stalling, even though she appreciated the fact that he found his favorite spot. so to get him, she made the first move.

Taking her paw from her breast, she slowly slid it downwards, purring, and making her tail twitch against the dingo-mix's chest, which had no effect on him. She kept lowering the paw until it came into his peripheral vision, which distracted him a bit. Now that she had his attention, she instructed him on what to do next.

"Now, Dar sweetie" she slurred out, catching him off guard.

' Sweetie?' He thought briefly before putting it out of his mind. "Keep your eyes on the tip of my tail alright?" she breathed out.

"okay?" he replied as he watched the tail wave back and forth in front of him. Now that he was distracted, she placed both paws on the waistline of he secretion soaked panties, and quickly, slid them off with out his notice, she the placed both paws on the side of her 'lips' and part them, making them nice and wide, and allowed more of her nectar to pour out. Now, the preparations were over it was time to REALLY make him squirm.

She then began to lower her tail down to her body, while still keeping him watching the flexible muscle. He kept watching until tip brushed over the exposed hole that she was holding open between her thighs. The smell, was over powering, but the sight of it being held open almost made have a nosebleed, but he steeled himself and continued to watch the scene before him.

"Now, Daryl watch... watch... watch and want..." she panted loudly as she impaled the tip of her tail into the cave between of her thighs and began to fantasize about the dog. She yeowled upon the entering, but continued to push it further and further up her cunt until it touched the entrance of her cervix.

"Oh... god... oh fuck... yes..." she panted as she began to move the tail back and forth slowly within her channel as she let her lips go and moved one back up to her breast, while the other rubbed against her thigh. "so good..." she moaned out to the Dingo-mix.

All the while Daryl was now drooling at the sight and stroking his cock to the sight of the feline tail-fucking herself. it truly was a sigh beyond belief. most guys, would just jump to the fucking, and be done with it, but this, oho, this was worth watching. He leaned down and watched the action up close. the way the fur stood out, press against itself upon the entering, how the neither lips quivered when the fur teased it, and how his enemy was now moaning out, and tail-fucking right in front of him. the sight was beautiful. Just beautiful.

Cynthia began to move her tail in and out at a now moderate pace, but that didn't stop her ministrations, nor keep her from moaning out her desires to her 'spouse'.

"Dear mercy... Oh, how I wish this were you right now Daryl" she refereed to her tail "On top of my body, kissing me, groping me, touching me, sucking me, Fucking me... Ohmmm... Fucking my cunt with *groan*... your Long, Hard red 'Bone'... burying it... *gasp*... digging it back out and r-repeating all over again, with me clawing at your back as you ravage my stretched slit...!" she moaned while now moving a digit over her button, rubbing it back and forth.

Daryl was now on his knees and stoking his cock furiously as he watched the female play with herself and listen to her fantasy of what he should be doing, all the while, keeping quite.

"Yes... oh bloody yes... making me scream, and cry your name out..."

He was jerking his own tool as a fast pace, as he listen intently, letting out moans and small barks as he began to thrust into his jerking paw. It was a real struggle not to release his essence just yet, he wanted to spend it on a more worthy spot, so to keep himself from peaking, he began to think about others things, while he kept watching the show before him, but not wanting her to have all the fun, he responded her fantasy and it was just as lewdly as she was.

"Yeah..." he replied, letting his voice go gruff with arousal. His knot now out of his sheath and fully expanded, which he kept hitting while pawing off. "you love feeling me inside your hot, moist cave don't you?" he asked, now leaning over her, and still jerking off over her tail impaled pussy, feeling strands of fur brush over his tip; making him growl loudly.

"God yes... I love it so much... so very much..." she replied.

"Making more of your nectar drip out, and stain yourself?"

"Uh huh... oh god, letting so much of me spill...!"

"Yes... pouring it out... getting you nice and wet enough to take my knot" he asked heatedly, speeding up, making his fist a blur.

She then began to tail-fuck herself faster now from hearing the word 'knot'.

"Oh fuck yes...! Yes... filling me completely... fully... fucking me with your huge knot! Hitting my clit over and over until you lock us!"

"And then I can fuck you even harder 'pussycat', going deeper then your wimpy little tail ever could?" he remarked.

"Yes, Oh YES... deeper than ever!" she cried, thrust her hips upward, making even more fur run over his cock head and causing deeper growls to rise from his throat. Her words were pure electricity to him as she continued to rub her breasts, switching between both and give them equal attention, while her finger continued to rub and stroke her button, but the sight was more entertaining to the Dingo-mix. He watched small spasms of her fluid slid out of her and coat her tail, slide down her inner thighs and spill on to the mattress beneath her. The whole act was addicting and arousing beyond belief, but wanted to push the limits a bit further.

"That's right... Take it... ALL of it... all the way in, you love it don't you, the feel of my cock, rubbing your wet, velvet walls, hitting you g-spot again and again... making you scream your pleasure to the heavens... you want more of it... you NEED it... don't you!" he braked, making her meow out loud.

"Oh Daryl... Daryl!" she cried out, letting soaked tail slide out of her puffy cunt. She didn't cum just yet but she was going to take the fucking now, she didn't care it last for 5 seconds, she wanted him... Now. She opened her eyes and stared at the canine that was now looking into her eyes. She hastily pulled him down to her, and engaged in the wettest lip lock her had ever been kissed before. After pulling away, she was mewling with unbridled need.

"Fuck me..." she ordered, wrapping her legs on his waist, making him cease his pawing.

"Oh, I'll fuck you alright" he replied while forcing the pointed head, past her lips, making her screech out in euphoria. "I just hope you can handle it." he added.

"Take Daryl, take me... make me yours... make me your Bitch!" she cried, wanting to be fucked desperately. The dingo-mix grinned. he was going to enjoy this.

"Oh I will, just let me get fixed up." he said reaching over to his pants on the bedside, but she stopped him.

"N-no need. I'm fixed till after college..." she said while kissing and licking all over his neck.

He was about to ask, but decided to ask later, all the mattered right now was bitch-a-fying the cat.

Without her noticed he shoved his entire cock into her sopping cavern making the both of them cry out their frustration. Not even bothering to go slow, he sprinted into the cat and began fucking her desperately at top speed. Cynthia was now in seventh heaven as she felt him already trying to shove his know in. Deciding to help, she spread her legs wider, hoping that in some way that it's help him, but the pleasure was making her delirious and counter thrust against his hips, the way she fantasized about him was one thing, but the real thing was just driving her up the wall with pleasure.

"Oh Daryl yes...Yes! Fuck me... oh dear god, please fuck me!" she cried out.

"Shit! you're so fucking tight!" he replied.

they both were riding on high thanks to the somewhat awkward foreplay before hand, and were on the teetering the edge of having their first combined orgasm.

"Daryl... Daryl... I-I... I'm so close.... so very close!" she cried as she turned her head to the side. He saw her face twist and contort in pleasure. Signs that she was about to release.

"Well, I say we finish this right. Get ready!" he places both of his paws beneath her knees and pushes them back till he had the perfect angle of her knee caps barely touching her breast. Now that he had her the way he wanted, began an onslaught on her cunt and began fucking the hell out of her, going as fast as she could, the squelching noise that their conjoined sex organs were making was a another turn to both of them. It was like they were flying on cloud 9 hours, until, the inevitable.

"F-Fuck... oh Fuck, here it comes!" he shouted as he continues his pounding.

"Yes, Fuck Yes... Tie us... oh God KNOT ME!!!" she screamed; tears of pleasure were now spilling from her eyes.

With a final shove, he lodged his know into the feline, making her wail in volumes of ecstasy as she felt him explode inside her now Cumming chasm. She brought her crotch up to his and began the rough grinding as they continued to release themselves; this truly was a first for her. She never let any male near her or this close before, seeing as how she came to despise them over the years, but after what happened not to long ago, she was somewhat glad that she "married" to him now. And she planned to make the most of it. By now their fluids were mixed together, and stayed in her. The sound was arousing one the secretions mingle but neither of them cared about that, they were now just resting in the afterglow. As they relaxed, they turned over so Cynthia was now on top of him and they kissed each other passionately, tongue and all, moaning softly.

"Mmmm... oh Daryl... that was so wonderful, I've never came that hard, that was just wonderful..." she panted now as she rest her head on his shoulder, and began to drag her claw in small little patters.

"I'm glad you enjoyed yourself today. I've never heard a pussy scream so beautifully in my entire life." he complimented. "But thinks that we're finished, we're far from done kitten." He grinned while petting her head, making her purr. As they lay there, recharging their sex batteries, Cynthia decided to strike up a conversation. "Well, seeing as how we're stuck like this for a while, what would you like to do?"

"Well, seeing as how I'm going to need 15 to 20 minutes to recharge, why not just relax and watch a bit of TV?" he asked.

"I'm all for that. In fact, my show should be coming on about now. I think you might like it."

"Is it an Anime?" he asked.

"Yes, it's one of my faves." she replied while kissing his cheek. She reached over and grabs the remote near Daryl's phone, aimed it at the plasma screen and turned it one. She flipped it over to Anime Central; the Anime channel. They were just in time, the anime 'Furr' was starting. Once it did, she gave him a brief description of the show and what it was about, which immediately caught his interest. About 10 minuets into the show, just when Cynthia and Daryl were getting into it, his cell phone went off. As he was reaching for it, Cynthia groaned and ground her hips against him making him stop.

"Ohhh, let it ring, and just relax." she purred out, licking his cheek lazily.

"Sorry dear, but it's Stan, let me see what he wants." She pouted lightly as he pressed the 'Talk' button. Just as he was about to answer, he the speaker button, rather than going though the process of holding to his ear, but the speaker turned on, three voices were heard and they both Cynthia and Daryl got a huge surprise.

"Ohhh... ohhhh S-Stan-kun... Deeper, harder... Fuck me harder!!" cried Mizu.

"Fuck... for a big panda girl, you're tight as fuck!" Stan groaned.

"Rub, your thumb across her little button. That always gets her." Umi coached. "but hurry up, I wanna be fucked now!" she panted.

"Which way love? Up the snatch or do you want to take it up your tight big ass like your sister?" he asked.

"Mmm... my ass... I want to feel your tool in my ass..." Umi panted.

Both Cynthia and Daryl were surprised at what they were hearing over the phone. An actual intimate moment was going on. Daryl's first notion was to turn off the phone, but then a hot idea popped into both of their heads.

"Hey, you thinkin what I'm thinkin?" He asked while looking at the cat, who was grinning in that cat like manner.

"Absolutely. I demand a challenge." Cynthia replied.

"You read my mind." he answered.

Just as he leaned over the phone he called "What about their parents dude?" Daryl called out, making the there gasp as they heard the familiar voice. "Daryl, that you?" Stan asked in a shocked manner, while slowing down his thrusts.

"Anata ga osoku aete shinaide kudasai (Don't you DARE slow down)!!" Mizu cried out in her native language, trying to get him to fuck her at the pace the have maintained.

"Okay, okay. Sorry Daryl, I gotta go... Ah! alright, no need for force." he said while humping her back with the same force, making the Panda girl yip out.

"What's the matter buddy, not up for a little challenge?" he taunted "Don't think you can outlast me?" Cynthia was giggling as she listened to him.

"What?" he replied in a ticked off manner while stopping completely, making Mizu groan out.

"You heard me, what about you Mizu? can't outlast Cynthia, as big as you are?" he challenged.

"Nani (What)?!" she replied.

"What, you gonna do something about?" he retorted.

"Damn right we are! We challenge you, First one to orgasm loses." Stan declares. to make his point known, he gave a rough thrust, making Mizu scream out. Umi was watching the ordeal and pawing her self with a fury. "What's the matter, back out already?" The tom cat said.

"Better not fall behind, get ready to be sore Cyn." Daryl said while turning them over.

"Mmmm, less talking, more fucking." she replied.

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*Time: 6:00p.m*

For the next six hours, it was a constant fuck fest between the two parties. it went on and on till the sun was setting. And they were all wiped from the constant rutting. Seeing what time it was, he bid goodbye to his friend and hung up.

"L-l-looks like w-we won..." He panted.

"Y-yeah, looks like it..." she replied while panting just hard as he was. "My god... 5 hours... that's just insane..." she added.

"I'll say, but shit... fuck, you were so damn tight. I'm just surprised that I didn't pass out." he replied.

"Oh, you think that's impressive, just wait till I'm in heat." she responded while grinning, and twitching her tail, deviously.

"Oh, I'll be looking forward to that day." He replied. She purred audibly, and pulled him into a deep lick-lock, which he greatly reciprocated greatly. Just they were getting into it, his phone went off again. They broke the contact and looked at the buzzing cell.

"Oh my God, really?" Daryl asked while letting his head fall back onto the pillow.

"He's calling for a rematch so soon? he must have a lot of stamina." Cynthia said while making little marks in his fur again.

"Well, I need the rest, and I'm pretty sure that you do too, dear." He replied while petting her back, making her murr happily.

"Why thank you." she replied while licking his nose with her rough tongue. "So, what are you going to do?" she asked.

"I'll answer the call, just to humor him." Daryl replied while picking up the cell and answered the call. "Sorry Stan, but I need to recharge my drive, those last six hours really took a lot out of me." he said into the receiver.

"Stan? Honey, this is your mother." said Mira.

Daryl then shot up into the upright position while keeping his free arm on the Calico's back and brought her up with him, even though it took more energy. "Oh, hey Mom, what's up?" he said into the receiver. Cynthia just listened while sitting in his lap and began to watch the 6:00 news. The TV had been on since that afternoon.

"Oh nothing dear, I was calling to remind you that it's time to come home." She said simply.

"Oh, right. Well, can you come pick me up?" he asked.

"Way ahead of you dear, I just left the house ten minutes ago and I'm on my way. And just so you're wondering, I already know the address of Cynthia's house, me and her mother; Juliana goes to the same weekly book club." She responded.

"I see. Well that's convenient. anyways, how long until you get here?" he asked.

"about 6 minutes. Be ready before I get here, understand?" she asked.

"Yes ma'am."

"Good boy. Love you."

"Love you too mom." he replied.

She then hung up, and he did the same. After that, he alerted her, that he needed to get ready before his mother arrived. As much as she didn't want to leave her comfortable position, she also didn't want him to get in trouble, so sighing, she got off of him, only once when she did, The results of the 5 hour 'playtime' came pouring out in gushes and splashed onto the bed sheets. seeing their handiwork made the feline blush deeply in response.

"Wow, you must have been really pent up." she said as she got up, walked over to the dresser, and pulled out a black thong and a short satin, black, silky, see-through, lingerie that went from the non-translucent cups down to the thighs. She picked up two towels and tossed one at Daryl, which he caught, and proceeded to use the other to clean herself off with.

"I guess we both were. But, aren't you going to shower?" he asked.

"Nah, I can shower in the morning before school. Besides, I want a good reminder, when I dream tonight." She purred out. Daryl just chuckled and proceeded to clean himself as best he could.

After they cleaned themselves off and redressed; Daryl, his clothes he had on today, Cynthia: her sleeping underwear. There was honk coming from the outside. That indicated that Daryl's mother was here.

Making their way down the stairs and to the front door, they were making small talk all the way. They kept talking till she opened the door and walked him out onto the porch, seeing that the sun was setting and that the twilight was upon. They could really see it because of the houses blocking the view. Once outside, she stopped on the edge, while he walked down one step. just before he left, he turned to face her.

"Well Cynthia, I guess I'll see you tomorrow then." he said while smiling a little.

"Looks like it Daryl. But remember the rules go into effect, first thing in the morning. So don't forget it either." she reminded.

"Don't worry. I won't" he said with a smile. Just before he turned to leave, She grabbed him by the head, and brought him into a deep, passionate kiss. Tongue and all. She didn't care if his mother was watching; she just wanted to feel his lips once more for the night. Her tail, curled in delight, as he kissed back, letting his free paw, slid down and made a quick grab at her ass. She gasped out of the kiss and looked at him with a devious smile again while pulling his paw away.

"Tomorrow afternoon lover boy." she said.

"Can't wait to milk you again." he growled deviously.

"*Heh* Horn Dog." she meowed.

"Sex Kitten." he replied, making her purr and laugh at the same time.

After saying good night to each other, she walked back inside of the house and locked it with an audible click. That was when he walked over to his mother's car, opened the door and got in but was greeted with a knowing Cheshire Cat grin from his mother.

"That was an interesting piece of clothing she was wearing tonight. You convinced her to slip into that, just for your role-playing enjoyment?" she asked.

"What the hell... No mom, I didn't. It was the evening and she decided to wear it, geez... And what are you grinning about anyways?" he asked as he closed the door and proceeded to put on his seat belt.

"Ohhh, my little boy had finally become a man." She said while putting the car in drive and began to drive back home. "And here I thought you both hated each other, liar." she added in a sing-song voice.

"Mom, it was just a kiss. Nothing special." he replied while leaning back.

"Yeah right. I saw the look you gave her while leaving." she replied.

"Whatever mom." he replied while leaning back into the seat, but not before turning on the radio.

"Don't give me that. I saw the look in her eyes when you 'grabbed' her." Mira grinned.

"Sure you did." he replied, playing it off and holding back the smirk that was trying to break free.

"I did too. I also know what she was thinking when you did that. Plus, I can also tell, that both of you have some 'quality' time today didn't you?" she asked.

A look of worry suddenly plastered his face. "How'd you-"

"We're dingoes, dears. I could smell you the moment you walked out of her house." she replied. He cursed his astute canine sense of smell and found himself wishing that he had taken a shower before.

"I see... So... are you mad?" he asked, lowering his ears in shame.

"Of course not! My little baby landed his first catch. I'm so proud of you!" she exclaimed happily.

"Um- thanks mom." he responded while smiling a little, but still feeling a little embarrassed

"You're welcome." she answered. "So... how was the sex?"

"MOM!" Daryl shouted while looking at her.

"What, can't a mother know about her son's sex life?" she asked.

"NO!" he replied, making her chuckle.

The Ride home was very interesting, more than it had been ever before. But all Daryl could think about was he was going tell this to his friends tomorrow

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TO BE CONTINUED...

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So, what did you think of this new story, did you find entertaining, were there any errors I forgot to check? If I did, please let me know, and I resolve it, and make sure that the next chapter won't have the same errors. And please, let me know what you think okay?

Till next chapter, Laters everyone.