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A soft white and a softer gray; the two were inseparable between the hours of eight and four. His wide grin was not often seen without her sly smirk nearby, nor her smirk without his grin. They'd hardly known eachother a year, but the fast friends were well acquainted quicker than he could run a fifty yard dash, or she could learn a page of prose. Their apparent odds of species was jumped faster than he could leap a hurdle; the rabbit swore not to bathe in soup and the wolf swore not to eat him. They met as often as they could in the school halls, and sometimes loitered together on the grounds after class before going to their respective homes.

"Really?" She asked incredulously with her eye on her watch as they strolled down the emptied hallway, "It's that late already?"

"How late?"

"4:33! We've been here half an hour."

"I'd noticed the rain had stopped." He shrugged.

"Your dad's gonna kill you. Do you need a ride home?"

"Nah, it's alright. I'm not usually back until 5:30."

"So we've got some time, huh?"

"Yep."

"Good..." She smiled, relieved. "You know I hate sending you back there."

"Yeah..." He looked away for a moment. "But at least I know what I'm gonna come home to. You've got it rough."

"Well... I've got it fine right now. Hey, didn't you say something about writing a new song? It was like, da-dadadah da~..."

"Hah! Well, not quite like that, but yeah. You wanna hear the rest of it? Let's see. I'll start at the beginning."

"Something about being in love and not knowing it?"

"Yeah! That's it. Hmm... I sat up in a lemon tree..."

He sang as they walked, watching her smile and giggle at the clever, absurd lyrics. Her tail swayed smoothly behind her as she enjoyed the rare moment of unburdened entertainment. She was all too happy to listen to him sing, and ramble, and tell stories. By being his audience, she could forget what else she had to be for awhile. Sometimes she wished she never had to go back. Just for awhile, though...

"Oh!" She looked again at the time in shock. "Five? Really? Actually, I've got to get going, myself. I've got some applications to turn in. Could I take you home?"

"Ah, if my parents found out, they'd freak."

"You'd rather walk home by yourself? Carrying twice your weight in backpack?"

"Hmm... Not really."

"Then come on!"

The she-wolf scrambled to the door, urging the rabbit after her. It was only a matter of moments before she was standing in front of her car, holding the passenger door open for her friend. But as he approaced, a strong breeze set a flurry of papers adrift from the open door. She leapt for them with a surprised cry.

"The applications!"

She dove left and right, mucking up her knees as she collected the papers floating above the wet ground. He joined her, leaping about to snatch the stray forms from the sky. They were reclaimed one by one, until few remained. But after a wild bound, the rabbit landed poorly on his ankle and went sprawling into the mud.

"No! Are you okay?!" She asked, rushing to her friend. He gasped through clenched teeth, holding his foot in his hands.

"Yeah, but now Dad's REALLY gonna kill me."

"But your ankle... You might be really hurt. Let's clean it off and--"

"Don't touch it! Please. I-I can walk. What about that other application?"

"I think I can do better than Taco Tico. Let's get you back inside. You're soaked in mud... I hope you won't get in trouble."

"It's Friday-- I was taking my gym clothes home to wash them, so they're in my backpack. I can change into those."

"Your fur is messed up, too."

"Yeah... That'll be a problem..."

"Well, there are showers in the stage's dressing room..."

"School showers?"

"Yeah, they're close, and I can help you get--"

"I can walk!" The rabbit demanded, a crimson blush forming on his mudded cheeks.

"I wouldn't go in there with you! Get your mind out of the gutter."

Seemingly unable to compose a response, he nodded and rose to his feet with her aid.

She helped him hobble to the mens' dressing room, heaving his backpack onto the counter. "Sure you'll be able to get in there okay?" She asked, watching him hop along on one leg towards the showers.

"Yeah, I've got it. But could you step out for a minute? I've gotta get out of these clothes..."

The picture of his bare white body flashed across her mind.

"Ah, just wait on that a second, okay?" She shook her head quickly, embarrassed at the thought. "I'll get your clothes out for you."

She rifled through his backpack, opening pockets and unzipping pouches until she found his balled-up mass of clothes. The smell of his sweat was light on the fabric, wafting gently out of it into the air around her canine snout. The scent made her mouth water. Not that she wanted to eat him; her instincts just--

"Have 'em out yet? Where are you gonna put 'em?"

"I'll leave them out on the counter."

She left the room, her face hot with some unknown emotion. Perhaps it was frustration? Part of her was angry at him, for putting the thought in her mind. Part of her was mad that he had to be such a... Fragrant rabbit, and wanted to blame him for the embarrassment and her slightly uncomfortable stomach. Though she would never eat him, an emptiness had lodged itself in the depths of her; there was an instinctive longing or craving that didn't quite belong. She knew part of her wanted him to fill it. Naturally... She was a predator...

Her ears perked as she heard the shower go on. Finished trying to reconstitute herself, she took a deep breath and let the embarrassment slide. She refocused on the needs of her lapine friend, and tried to recall everything she knew about sprained ankles. "Try running hot water over it," she suggested. "It should relax the muscles."

She heard a yelp and a quick series of thuds from the room.

"You okay?" She asked, looking towards the room again. "Everything alright in there?"

She was met only by the sound of the shower running.

"Hello? Don't make me come in there."

She began to panic. Knowing the skittish little rabbit, that would've been sure to get a response. Something was wrong. After brief deliberation and swiftly rising concern, the wolf bolted into the dressing room, calling her friend's name in distress as she tore away the shower curtain. He sat in the floor, hand on the side of his head with a slightly dazed expression.

The first thing she noticed after this was his chest, rising and falling normally to her great relief. She realized he was alive. The second thing she noticed was the absence of clothing. She realized he was nude. Before she could look away, her eyes deftly studied his thin, strong neck; scanned his graceful shoulders; committed to memory his small but potent musculature. The craving beneath her stomach widened as her avid eyes slid down his young bare legs, with their true shape revealed by the flattened wet fur. She drew a slow gasp as her hunting glance stole into his private regions, sending a chill down her spine as she vainly tried to break her stare at his naked body. Her muscles stiffened as her tail stood straight. The transfixed gaze was only broken as she detected his turning head. His confusion. Now she was the stunned one.

His knees slammed shut with hands atop them as their faces lit like candles. She halfway expected a witty remark to which she would have no response leading to perpetual awkward silence. She hoped that she'd have to endure neither.

"What are you doing in here?" He asked as his eyes narrowed upon her with a fully warranted (however unexpected) seriousness. He turned off the shower, leaving one hand to provide what privacy it could to his otherwise exposed masculinity.

Her mouth opened, but her words were slow to depart from it. "You... Fell. I was worried."

He sat still, staring at her in silence. This was much worse than she'd expected.

"... You're okay, though." She added, attempting to break the inaudible tension.

He nodded.

"And your ankle?"

"Not so good..." Placing his other hand back over his privates, he looked down towards his foot. She took a deep breath and let it out smoothly.

The subject was changed, at least, and his attitude seemed to have changed with it.

"Well, you've at least cleaned it off a bit. Let me check it for any cuts or scrapes, okay? I want to know you'll be alright."

He nodded slowly, glancing back towards her. The redness in his face began to diminish as the embarrassment subsided. "Just be careful with it, okay?"

"I will."

She crouched down to examine the lapine foot, applying slight pressure and parting the fur with her fingers to check for tenderness and bruises. He didn't seem to be bleeding at least. He was naked. She examined his ankle, lightly running her fingers over the contours of its shape to feel for swelling. He was naked, next to her. She felt some slight swelling, but it was nothing a little ice wouldn't fix. He was--

"Would you stop looking there?!..." He snapped weakly, redoubling his efforts to conceal his malehood.

She lowered her ears in shame and embarrassment, and focused on his injury as best she could. She tried bending his foot back and forth slowly. His ankle didn't seem to be broken, but--

"Ow!" He leaned forward, reaching for his foot as he pulled it away from her. her heart slammed in her chest as she caught a slight glimpse of red sticking from his hands' perch. The emptiness gasped and grew inside of her as she slammed her hands over her eyes.

"Please tell me that wasn't what I thought it was!" "I told you not to look there!"

"Why was it like that?!"

"You kept staring!"

"Staring?!"

"You were looking at it!"

"It was RIGHT THERE, how was I supposed to ignore--"

"Just stop talking about it, please!"

The rabbit blushed brightly as he covered his rising member.

She felt butterflies in her stomach at the realization of his increasing arousal. An intense nervousness shook her body into shivers. He was her best friend. He was a rabbit. Why was she so curious?

"... I've never seen one before." She explained with averted eyes. "It's..."

"... Hard not to wonder?" He asked, looking the other way. "... I didn't know girls felt that way..."

"I didn't mean to look, I just--"

"I know..... It's okay."

"..... Is it always like that?"

"No, it's not."

"Was it because of me?....."

His silence affirmed her question. She felt a need...

"I didn't mean for it to..." He added, his cheeks flooding with heat again.

"I know. It's okay..... I don't mind." She answered, training her eyes to his ankle.

"..... Does... Does what you have do anything ? When you get in that mood, I mean."

She shivered to the thought of him being 'in that mood' because of her. "Nothing like THAT..."

"That's... Not all mine does. It keeps going..."

"Does it?"

"Y-yeah. It's... Doing that right now."

The unspoken question hung between the two of them. Both were afraid to ask it.

"Would you...?" He began.

"I think I'd..." She continued.

"Like to see it." They spoke together in slow syllables.

He nodded shyly, still crimson beneath the white of his fur. His hands gradually slipped away, and her eyes laid fixed upon the slow rise. Little by little, it grew taller and longer, rising from his sheath like a warm red tower. She felt a pulsing, warm bliss inside of her as her craving grew stronger. She needed something. Something to do with that.

It twitched before her eyes at its maximum length. She bit her lip as she felt the warm waves run through her, knowing she needed more to truly be satisfied. Looking up at his eyes, she laid a hand on his thigh gently as if to ask permission. He closed his eyes, leaning back with a deep, shakey breath. Her velvetine finger ran down the rabbit, making the smooth shaft twitch against her teasing gray touch. Her curious carress drew a rolling drop of prefluid, which stuck to her fur and slid it down smoothly along his quivering shaft.

He let out a long moan as he backed himself against the wall. Pleasure swallowed him. He'd never had such a gentle, soft touch before. The pure excitement of being explored was almost too much for him. And yet his moan replayed in her ears, each time building the pressure in her and expanding the need. She felt so near to satisfaction. But it wasn't quite enough... Her hand trembled as she wrapped it around the young male's gender, watching the prefluid her touch had coaxed from him run down the long shaft. His whole body shook in andticipation of the coming pleasure. But...

"W-wait... Can I see yours, too?..."

The wolf froze in self-conscious surprise. She'd been so focused on him, she'd almost forgotten herself. She felt slightly disappointed that her exploration of the male anatomy had to be curtailed for the moment, and more than slightly nervous about undressing in front of her friend. This, she thought, was not what she'd been hoping would happen next.

But she reluctantly complied... After all, it was thrilling in a way that he wanted to see her body. She stood away from him and undid the button of her jeans, watching his eyes fixed to her crotch in fervent curiosity. She slowly lowered the zipper, feeling a dampness in the denim. Putting her hands around her hips, she gradually pushed the jeans down from her waist, leaving them at her ankles. She blushed at the sight of her soaked underwear, and pulled the elastic down at the front to give the rabbit a peek at her shy gender before lowering the panties entirely.

Overcome by the new scent of female and his raging lust, the male's knees parted, spreading his legs as his own gender pulsed. A small burst of come shot from him as he tried to resist a full orgasm. The female felt warm release of the pressure, and pleasure spread through her body. Seeing him lose control because of her had spurned a climax of her own. She descended to her knees, and put a hand down on his come. it was an off-white, but mostly clear. Her own lusty explorations on the internet had sometimes misinformed her, she concluded. She rubbed her fingers together, feeling the viscous seed roll between them before taking a whiff. Her lupine snout detected a very slight scent, but found it hard to define. It was surely not the same scent as the rabbit emitted at the peak of his arousal. She glanced towards him, and lowered her ears at the look of confusion on his face. Was it weird to be doing this?

She moved closer to the rabbit, nuzzling his chest in a display of affection. She was certain this wouldn't be unusual. She stole a few sniffs of his fur and gasped as her body tingled. His arousal was unbearable. Trapped inside of the fur, his scent of lust and slight nervous sweat was more than she could bear. She rose atop him and clamped her jaw down on his neck.

"Ow! What are you-- Oh! A-ah..."

She had impaled herself on the rabbit, pushing his tower inside of her desperate crevice. Her jaws loosened as the bliss swallowed her, feeling her emptiness penetrated and filled with warm, stiff, masculinity. Her muscles relaxed despite the pressure rising in her again as she sunk down on him. His pleasured moans were ecstacy to her, building a satisfied lust within her as she rolled her hips against his body. Before long she was coming again, feeling her soaking insides wrench and ripple against the inserted manhood.

He cried out at the unexpected pleasure. Though her body had all but gone limp, she massaged his pulsing member to its limits. It was unlike anything he'd ever felt before, and the more he stiffened the harder she pleasured him. He breathed heavily as he twitched inside of her, feeling his true climax grow nearer and nearer. The warm pressure rising... Rising... Oh! He threw his head back in a climactial shout, raising his knees as he pumped hot seed into her. Her body milked him, increasing its rippling climax as a new, fluid warmth spilled deeply into it. She moaned atop him, finally accepting and filling her need to its fullest extent. Their coming bodies were immovable until his giving and her accepting had both petered out. Neither spoke, but both shared the experience in erratic breath as they recovered.

"What time is it?..." He asked, after what seemed like an eternity.

"I don't know..."

"Okay... Should we get dressed? We really ought to go home."

"We'll be in huge trouble."

"We'll say I sprained my ankle. It's true."

"We'll still be in trouble."

"I know... But it was worth it."

She nodded as she rolled onto her back beside him.

"We can do this again, sometime..." She said as if it were an offer rather than a question to which she silently begged him to agree.

"We'll see. I hope so."

The two got dressed and shared a long embrace before she helped him to the car. The ride was silent, as the radio seemed inappropriate for the aura of quiet satisfaction.

"See ya tomorrow." He called towards her as he limped to the door of his home.

"I'll be looking forward to it," she smiled from her car. "I hate to leave you here..."

She closed her legs together tightly, content to take a part of him inside of her to match the one she kept inside her heart. It felt such a shame that nothing could come of it; the two were of entirely different species. They could never produce a child. But if for no other reason but the sensation of having some of him to carry with her, she felt certain that his seed was far from wasted.