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Note: (Those that think that this is the end are easily fooled :P) I think that this will make a few furs happy, I hope that I do this right, and I hope its good. Nothing much more that's needed to be said. Also, I'd like to note that this song is really deep, but I have this lingering feeling that I may have placed it in the wrong story. Tell me what you think.

"Broken" © to Lifehouse

All characters are © Me, Renon, unless otherwise stated.

View From Heaven (pt. 3b)

The End (Christmas Gift)

Lifehouse "Broken"

The broken clock is a comfort, it helps me sleep tonight

Maybe it can stop tomorrow from stealing all my time

I am here still waiting though i still have my doubts

I am damaged at best, like you've already figured out

I'm falling apart, I'm barely breathing

With a broken heart that's still beating

In the pain, there is healing

In your name I find meaning

So I'm holdin' on, I'm holdin' on, I'm holdin' on

I'm barely holdin' on to you

The broken locks were a warning you got inside my head

I tried my best to be guarded, I'm an open book instead

I still see your reflection inside of my eyes

That are looking for a purpose, they're still looking for life

I'm falling apart, I'm barely breathing

with a broken heart that's still beating

In the pain (in the pain), there is healing

In your name (in your name) I find meaning

So I'm holdin' on (I'm still holdin'), I'm holdin' on (I'm still holdin'), I'm holdin' on (I'm still holdin')

I'm barely holdin' on to you

I'm hangin' on another day

Just to see what you throw my way

And I'm hanging on to the words you say

You said that I will be OK

The broken lights on the freeway left me here alone

I may have lost my way now, haven't forgotten my way home

I'm falling apart, I'm barely breathing

with a broken heart that's still beating

In the pain(In the pain) there is healing

In your name I find meaning

So I'm holdin' on (I'm still holdin'), I'm holdin' on (I'm still holdin'), I'm holdin' on (I'm still holdin'),

I'm barely holdin' on to you

I'm holdin' on (I'm still holdin'), I'm holdin' on (I'm still holdin'), I'm holdin' on (I'm still holdin'),

I'm barely holdin' on to you

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"I see," Craig said. I had just finished telling him my feelings that I had about Ken, leaving out my play, though I'm sure he had a good, enough amount of imagination to put two and two together. "Well, I'm glad that you trust me enough to admit this to me, though I'm sure the fact that I am gay had something to do with it. So you're worried about the repercussions of this discovery, or what?" He had listened and gave me a sly smile when I had finally outed myself; luckily, we were in a relatively empty hallway, so I wasn't worried about some huge pair of ears listening in.

"It's not so much that I'm worried about what will happen now that I've come to that conclusion, I'm just...well...its how I came to that conclusion that worries me. What if he doesn't have the same feelings? You're his best friend, what do you think?"

He sighed, "Well, unfortunately he has never told me anything and I never really had feelings for him in that way, so I never asked. Before you even ask me to, I will not ask him for you. I think it should be you that brings that up with him."

As good as I felt about telling him, he wasn't giving me much help with how to deal with it. "Alright, fine, I'll try to bring it up with him, though I must admit that this is pretty hard to get used to. How do you get by?"

He shrugged, "I don't go around telling everyone this little bit about myself, I at least establish a friendship with them first. If somehow other furs found out about this, be it a slip of the tongue or something else, I would just ignore whatever negative attention I got. I'm not going to give a shit about what others think about me, especially if I don't know them."

'Sounded easy enough, though I know that it's harder in practice,' I thought. I really have no reason or nor feel the need to tell anybody about this, 'Why would I,' I wondered. 'There's only one fur that I need to tell about this,' and inside I could already tell I was going to have a difficult time with it. "Thanks for the advice," I said, turning my head as a slight scowl crawled across my lips.

He walked away towards the cafeteria, and I held back a sigh as I followed him back, my head lowered slightly, mostly in thought. I kept wondering how I would go about telling my new friend about my feelings and how he was going to take these two revelations. He was friends with a gay tiger, he wouldn't hate me for that, but my reasons for coming out might hurt our new friendship. 'Maybe it's still to early,' I tried to convince myself, 'perhaps I could wait a little while, just to be safe, and become better friends with him. That way he'll likely not avoid me completely if he doesn't have the same feelings. Or at least that's what my hopes are.

We entered the lunchroom and sat at what I hoped to be the regular spot for the rest of the year, sitting right next to Ken where we can talk and get to know each other better. 'This will be hard to do, even in the long run,' I thought, 'still, how long will I need to go until I can tell him...' This was going to be the worst kind of procrastination I would ever endure and I knew it.

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The months went by, short as it may have seemed to some, it was a long wait for me for Christmas. I had decided the night after talking to Craig that I would wait until then to reveal my feelings to Ken. I suffered through that time, waiting, for that day. I told myself that no matter what I would make myself known that day, because every day I found myself wanting to hold his hand or kiss him. But I wanted it to be personal, and I wanted to be careful of his feelings. At least if I told him at his house and he felt uncomfortable with me then I could walk home. I fucking hate waiting...

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Today, Christmas day, was great, and it was only going to get better. Finally, I got that Xbox, and some games to go with it. But the one present that I got that I thought of as the best, was the phone call that came later in the afternoon. Ken had called me up and said he wanted to have dinner with him. Though my parents would usually insist on me staying, they instead allowed me to go over early. I was dropped off at his place by my parents and I was greeted by the Dalmatian standing on his porch.

His body covered in a black sweater and a pair of blue jeans. 'He looks just as cute as ever,' I thought to myself as I looked at him standing on the porch, looking very warm compared to the cold air around me. 'And very soon he'll know how I feel,' I swallowed hard at this thought. I had been waiting for this day since the day I came out to Craig, it was day I both dreaded and anticipated. As I approached Ken, trying to look normal, 'at least that's what the plan is.'

"Hey Jeff! Guess what I got!" He said cheerily, putting his arm around my shoulder.

'Well, time to win that Emmy' I thought sarcastically, keeping the smile plastered on my face. "I dunno, I can't read your mind," I said walking into his house. 'Though it would be helpful at this point,' I thought with a bit of sadness.

He closed the door behind us, "A T.V.! I can finally stay up late watching television." He and I laughed together.

"Hey! Stop making us regret that decision," I heard his father call from the kitchen. I could smell the roast and ham and my mouth watered. It was five already, so I knew dinner wasn't that far off. It gave me something to take my mind off my own goal.

Ken chuckled, "I still don't know why they let me have it." He spoke with a quiet giddiness, possibly trying not to be overheard again and because he was really excited about such a big present. Not that his parents couldn't afford it, father a lawyer, mother a teacher. I found dinners over at Ken's fun, mostly because his parents always talked about their work. "But oh well, I can at least hook up my system in there now."

"Speaking of system," I said slowly, "I got an Xbox." I gave him a big smile as he looked at me with faux anger.

"You think you're so special with that big cinderblock of a system, don'tcha?" he asked in a slightly disgruntled tone.

"I do, and I am proud of the fact that I can kill a burglar with my system. Best you can do is give'em a headache with a Gamecube."

"Least mine has a handle; you'd be dead before ya could do anything." He stuck his tongue out at me cutely, making me giggle. I couldn't help but wonder what that tongue would feel like running against my face.

We kept exchanging our silly little insults (as little as there were) back and forth until we reached his room. From there we played some games, putting some mileage on his new TV (which was a rather nice sized screen). Yet the whole time we played, I would steal glances at him. I wanted to wait until after dinner before I said anything, lest I make dinner awkward, or told to leave by him (that would cause a lot of suspicion from his parents). I just didn't want him to hate me for how I felt. If he didn't share the same feelings, that was one thing, but I couldn't handle him never wanting to look at me again.

I was so worried about what would happen that when dinner was served I could hardly eat any of the food, as good and rather plentiful as it was. I tried to, though, in an attempt to not make him or his parents think something was amiss. Although I ate rather slowly, which I had realized a while ago was a sure sign that I was nervous. I still found it unusual that none of his other family was here, but then again, neither was mine. I never asked, mostly because I thought if I opened my mouth to do anything other than eat I'd throw up, and I also didn't want to bring up any more discomfort that surrounded me at the moment. At least the dinner was a rather uneventful and quiet one.

Eventually I finished, which Ken waited for me to do for quite a while, and both of us excused ourselves from the table. Without another word we went back up to his room and I could feel my chest get heavier with every step as anticipation and apprehension grew from within.

I sat on the bed and he took a seat right next to me, "Dude, it took you forever to eat dinner, you feelin' okay?" I do believe that there had been one occasion that he noticed me eating slower than normal, though I couldn't recall when, and I remember explaining my bad habit.

I sighed deeply, this was it, and I felt it. I either said it now and got it over with, or it'll just eat at me forever and cause unknown havoc to my mentality. I looked down at my footpaws, "Not really. I mean, the food was great, but I have been trying to come to terms with something for a while. You could say it's made me pretty damn nervous. I was able to finally accept it, but now I have one last thing I must do."

I could feel the pause like a ton of bricks, "And what's that?" He asked in a worried tone.

I hesitated, my chest feeling like a lead weight, and I felt like I was drowning in my own fear. Like it had taken the air in my lungs away from me and prevented me from breathing until I either gave up or admitted. I knew that what I had to say had consequences, but I felt, in my heart, that it was better than wondering. If only just to know...to end the fear and step into the unknown...more like a leap of faith.

I sucked in as much air as I felt my heavy chest could hold, swallowed one last time, and allowed the words to finally flow.

"Ken...I...love you,"

My head down, eyes diverted, I avoided his reaction to my words. 'At least I avoided seeing his face' I managed to think in the chaos of my mind. For a moment, all I heard was my heart beating, and then I felt the sting of tears as I started crying. For a moment, I felt my chest grow tighter, constricting me more than before, making me fall into the void faster than ever. For that moment, I felt like I wanted to die, to cease feeling. I wanted that fear to stop. I thought that I had been wrong, and that it wasn't worth it.

"You mean it?"

My eyes opened, "What?" My chest suddenly stopped getting heavier and my tears stopped briefly, I couldn't believe my ears. I looked up, into his eyes and saw them wide and watery as well, his blue orbs almost floating in his tears as they threatened to fall.

"Do you mean it?" He choked out.

I felt, and heard my voice crack, "...Y-yes. I do," now I felt my chest as it was before all the fear. I could breath normally again. The feelings had been replaced by hope and I could feel happiness approach.

The tear fell, and he cracked a small smile, "Well, I just had to make sure." He then hugged me, surprising me a little, but I could tell that we were both crying. Yet I smiled, and I held him in my arms, 'Finally,' I thought, 'no more hiding'. I then did what I had dreamed of doing for every night since I met him, I pulled back, I lifted his head up with a finger, and I pressed my lips to his. We just sat there, in that moment; enjoying the kiss we shared with each other.

After a few moments, I slowly pulled back and whispered, "Thank you so much."

"What for? I think we've both been waiting for this moment for a while."

I thought for a second about asking him the obvious question, but I figured that after the kiss, nothing more really needed to be said. "Just tell me you love me back," I said to him pleadingly.

This time it was him that wrapped his arm around my neck and brought me to a deep kissed me. As soon as he was done and he pulled back, he looked into my eyes and said, "I love you too." With that, we met each other in another kiss, this one deeper and more passionate. We explored one another with our paws as our lips parted and our tongues met, and we explored each other's maws with our wet muscles. I pulled his body closer to mine, only stopping when his hips touched mine.

It was then that he withdrew his tongue and moved himself so he was sitting on my lap facing me, wrapping his strong legs around my body. Before I could say anything, he continued the kiss right where we had left off. My paw went from the side of his white and black-spotted muzzle, down his neck and to his covered chest. I rubbed him slowly as his paws rubbed my sides and the base of my tail. We were moaning loud into one another's muzzles, loud enough so that if his parents walked by at any point, they'd probably be able to hear us easily. But that was so insignificant at the moment; my goal was to explore my loves mouth with my tongue and his body with my paws.

I reached for the bottom of his shirt and reached in. I moved my paw over every inch of his body, feeling every curve and bump of muscle my fingers passed over it. As I passed over his nipple, he murred a little bit and I felt him shiver in pleasure. He soon was reaching for the waistband of my pants and that's when I pulled out of the kiss. I looked down and saw his fingers in my pants.

"Is there something wrong," he asked.

"No, I just...do you think this is too soon?" I continued to rub his chest gently as I waited for him to answer.

He smiled softly at me, "Jeff, I am willing to wait, but if you want me now, you can have me."

"Are you sure?"

I saw that he was tearing up again, "I've known I wanted this from the moment I saw you."

I didn't say my answer; I just took his paw out of my pants and kissed the back of it before turning and laying him on his back on the bed. He lay there and smiled as I took my shirt off, followed by me relieving him of his own allowing me a look at his spotless chest and stomach. I looked down at his body for a moment before leaning down and licking his pinkish nipple, making him gasp and moan. As I suckled on it I nervously rubbed at the front of his pants only to find that he already was erect. It was also then I finally realized my own unit pushing at my pants, 'okay, how'd I miss that?'

I released his nipple from my mouth and looked to him, touching his shaft through his pants, waiting for him to tell me what he wanted me to do. Through his moaning he said, "Please, I want you in me."

I gave him a slight smile and nodded, before unbuttoning his pants and kissing him just below the navel, moving very slowly down his happy trail. By the time I had stripped his pants off, he was panting and his underwear was bulging greatly, a wet spot of pre blotched the front of his white underwear. I decided to slip my own off, but for that, I had to get up.

When I got up, Ken sat up, "Wait," he said, taking my paw in his. He moved my paw from my pants and put his own on my zipper, "Can I try something?" He asked. I nodded slowly, curious as to what he had in mind, and he fumbled with the front of my pants and undid them, then unbuttoning the back that held onto my tail, and dropped my pants. I stepped out of them, leaving me only in my boxers. He wasted no time in beginning to rub my hard-on through the fabric of my boxers, which felt so good I couldn't stop myself from giving off a throaty moan and letting my tongue loll out. My eyes were half-lidded and my face must have showed absolute bliss, which was exactly what I was feeling right now. Nobody but myself had ever touched my shaft so this was a new, but great feeling to me. I closed my eyes and relaxed, my arms at my side, letting him feel around and rub my most sensitive parts with his paw. He slowly slid my boxers off and I heard him give a little gasp. I opened my eyes to see him just looking at my length with his own tongue hanging out and he was panting slightly. I wanted to ask what was wrong, but again he acted before I could speak.

He gave my member a long lick and it was my turn to gasp. The warm and wet feeling of his tongue against my sensitive prick sent shivers up and down my spine as the blood-filled tool throbbed. If I had any coherent thought before he licked me, it was gone now, and all I wanted now was to feel more of his tongue against me. He stopped at my tip and wrapped his lip around it, causing me to thrust towards him, but he backed his head up and kept just the tip in. I reached down and cupped his chin, and pulled him down on me. His mouth slid down my shaft, and the warmth of his mouth and touch of his tongue made feelings of pleasure erupted in my mind. His tongue licked across my shaft with an incredible slowness, as if he wanted to savor the taste of every inch of me. I tilted my head back and through clenched teeth let out a half-moan/half-growl that filled the room. I still had my paw on his head and I pet his big black ears in a silent acknowledgement of how good he was doing since I was incapable of speech. All of this was a first for me, and yet if it had been done by anyone else, it would have been second-rate in comparison, of that I was sure. This act was meant to happen between us, it felt so right to me, and my brain was currently in sensory overload from the blowjob my love was giving me.

He bobbed his head and sucked a little, but I could tell that his goal was to lick every inch of my member so it could slip into him easier. I had at least done my research on this, and I knew it was going to hurt him, it pained me to think that I couldn't get the lube I had planned on acquiring. However, this was an extremely more pleasant substitute than the lube though, so I just focused on his work on my meat.

Soon though, he pulled off, doing it in the same slow manner he had swallowed it, forcing me to restrain myself from shoving his adorable muzzle back on me. When he finally had his lips away from my member, he looked up at me, "How was that?" His smile was just so beautiful; it was one of the many things I loved about him. I could never resist it, and I hoped that he never realized what kind of power he held with it.

My lower lip quivered, "Babe...wow!" I really couldn't put together the words to describe the feelings I had floating around my head (more like shooting around, I was feeling light-headed).

"Really? I was that good?"

I cupped his cheek and leaned down, "Lay back, love, so I can give my thanks," it was no more than a whisper, but by the look in his eyes, it didn't need to be loud. He leaned back and rested his head on a pillow, and pulled his underwear off him, releasing his straining six and a half inches from its confines. The sight of his beautiful body before me nearly brought me to tears. 'He's so perfect,' I thought, and that was an understatement if I ever heard one.

I lifted his legs a little, enough so that I could have better access to his entrance. I could feel his short tail wagging and hitting between my legs, my own was nervously twitching behind me. For as excited as I was, I was still nervous beyond comprehension. Though, I was here with my soon-to-be mate, and that thought kept my hands steady at his hips as I set myself at his entrance. I gulped, panting slightly, as I pushed my wet, tapered tip into him slowly, penetrating him for the first time. As he I started to open him up a bit, I heard him moan and as I got the first inch or two in him, I saw him writhe underneath me and whimper. I stopped, knowing that this was going to happen to him, and allowed him to adjust, even if I the urge to thrust into him was powerful. I knew this wasn't going to be the last time I was going to stop, but I would do anything to make this the best experience for both of us. I rubbed his belly with a paw in hopes that it'd help, while he lay there with his eyes shut, still panting. Soon, though, he opened his eyes and looked up at me, nodding his head slowly.

Slowly, I began pushing myself into him again, my sensitive prick slowly being surrounded by his tight, warm hole, causing me to gasp and moan as I go deeper into him. He had his paws tightly gripping the bed, the look on his face was a mixture of pain and pleasure. I soon had half my length in him and I stopped for a moment and leaned over, "Babe, are you okay," I asked.

He reached forward with his arms around me, his length poking me in the stomach as he lifted himself up and kissed me. He said softly, "I think if you go a little faster I'll be fine, the anticipation is worse than the pain."

I couldn't help but give a small smile and I gave a little laugh as I rubbed our noses together, "I was just thinking about you."

He responded by licking my nose and then tightening his grip on me. I then pushed the rest of the way into him, not terribly quickly, but it was fast enough. He whimpered loud, though I know he was holding back as much as he could. The feeling of fully penetrating him was bliss, the fact that it was him made that so much better for me. I could feel my cock throb from within him and I knew I was releasing pre into him. He was whimpering softly and wrapped both his legs and arms around me, but after a moment, he let himself let go of me with his arms and lay back down. "Does it hurt," I asked.

He took a deep breath and, thankfully, smiled up at me, "It did, but only for a moment. Now, it feels so good Jeff. I love having you inside me." His words touched me, and the sound of his voice made me happy as usual. My cock already throbbed, and the feeling of him on me, nothing else I had ever experienced came close to that feeling. Our body close and connected physically like this, I just wanted to stay like this with him all night; I could feel his happiness, his love. I leaned down and our lips collided once more in a passionate kiss, and as we kissed, I could feel his once very tight hole loosen a little as he relaxed. As we kissed I reached down to his member, and I felt that it was wet with pre and so was the fur on my stomach. I wrapped my paw around it and rubbed him slowly, I could hear him moaning into my maw and his muscles tighten a little around me. As much as I wanted to stay in him like that, the urge to mate him was too much and I let go of his shaft. I wrapped my arms around his body and used my hips to pull out of him slowly.

I pulled off his wonderful muzzle and began licking and kissing his shoulder. I could feel it physically becoming harder to control myself from just thrusting into him. I waited a second for both of us to take a breath before finally giving in to that urge, I thrust back into him, and as tight as his muscles made it I managed to force half of my knot into him. I could tell that that had hurt him, but he held back a scream. I saw tears well up in his eyes and I pulled my knot from him before licking him and apologizing.

"I'm okay, really, just surprised me is all." He assured me, with a bit of a whine that concerned me a little.

I wiped his tears away, "I'll be more careful, I promise," and with that, I started to pull out again. When I was about half out of him, both of us panting, I thrust back into him, but not as hard as before, forcing a moan from both of us. That was the pace I kept for a while, my cock loosening him up with each full insertion, and his own length I could feel rubbing against my stomach. I quickly found myself holding back again as I quickened my pace, my instincts telling me to tie with him. We were both enjoying this to end it so quickly.

As my pace quickening, I could feel the pressure in my balls grow as the pleasure did. From all the thrusting, I was able to gradually press my knot into him, only getting small grunts from him in response as I pushed it in little by little with each thrust. That was all I heard about it, until he began pulling me harder into each thrust with his legs, "Please," he said, almost begged me, "tie with me now." And that was all the incentive that I needed, I was already so close to climax that I only really needed a few more thrusts. I bit his shoulder in a mating bite as I pulled back and with one last passionate thrust, I drove my knot into him with a muffled grunt. My sensitive knot was squeezed by his walls and I clenched on his shoulder and my whole body tensed as I finally released my load into him in the best orgasm I had ever experienced. In the minute it lasted, I felt only the pleasure of emptying myself into my lover underneath me. For that minute I couldn't feel anything but the pleasure of release.

The whole time I shot my load into him I heard him release one long moan and I felt his body shiver as he held me close with his arms and legs. I also felt a warmth on my stomach and it was easy to figure out he had reached his climax as well. We were both panting very hard, but aside from our breathing, the room was quiet. I released his neck from the mating bite and we just lay there for a moment to catch our breath. I then rolled us so we were on our sides, being careful not to pull my knot in him.

He was the first to do anything, he kissed me, and pulled, giving me a quick lick on the nose. "I love you," he said as soon as his muzzle left mine. He nuzzled my neck and I said, "Love you too," and kissed his ear. I rubbed his back affectionately as we lay there tied, literally, in a loving embrace. I felt tired, but I knew we couldn't sleep like that; I also had a question for him.

"Ken," I whisper softly in his ear, "how long have you known you known you love me?"

He licked at my neck and said, "Since I first met you."

I would have been angry at myself if I hadn't been in such a position, but at the moment, I just felt too happy to be mad. "What'd'ya know, same here. Does that mean when you were at my house you were hitting on me?"

"Darn. You figured it out. Yeah I was just trying to see what your reaction to my body was," he said with a giggle.

"Heh, I love your body, heck, I love every part of you. You're so damn beautiful." I gave him a nibble on his ear and he murred. "So...what are we gonna do about your parents," I asked.

"Well...I think that they might be busy themselves," he said kissing my neck, "but if you mean if you're sleepin' over or not, I made sure you could stay till tomorrow."

'Perfect,' I thought. "Will I be sleeping with you?" I asked, not sure myself if it was rhetorical or not.

"I wouldn't let you sleep anywhere else," he said giving me a big hug, "plus I don't think they'll notice."

I lifted his head up and kissed him again, "I wouldn't want to sleep anywhere else after that anyways."

I saw him blush a deep red, "Me neither, that was extraordinary."

I smiled and nosed him, "I agree, and I also think we should do that again."

"Agreed," he said. He looked down my chest and said, "By the way, I kinda made us a little sticky so we're gonna need a shower. Honestly, I've never cum so hard in my life."

I looked down his body and saw little off-white trails of cum on his chest and stomach, most noticeable on his black spots. Then I ran a paw through mine and felt his sticky cum on my own stomach and chest, noticing that it was quite thick on my stomach. I also noticed it was slowly dripping down towards his bed. I scooped up some in my paw and sniffed it, finding that it smelled a little like Ken and decided to be experimental and take a lick. If it was supposed to have a flavor, it didn't have much of one, but it could have been considered slightly salty, though I wasn't too sure. Though it admittedly wasn't bad tasting, and I wondered what I would taste like. Its texture was different to me, thick and sticky, and I knew it'd take a little while to get used to it. But since I now had him and he was my willing mate, I could do all the experimenting I wanted to.

"So, how do I taste," he asked.

I smiled, "Well, it's new, but you definitely aren't bad. I'd be willing to taste more, from the source perhaps."

His eyes lit up and he smiled, "That's quite the offer, I'll have to take you up on it sometime."

I bit his muzzle playfully, "Well in, the meantime, how're we gonna take that shower?"

"Well," he giggled, "How bout we take it together."

"I just hope your parents don't catch us."

He gives my nose a loving lick, "Don't you worry, we'll be fine. Now, umm, can you pull out of me yet?"

I don't know how long it had been, but I pulled lightly just to see if my knot had gone down, so as not to hurt him. I found that I was able to pull out of him easily enough, unfortunately allowing all of my seed to spill from his hole. He moaned in pleasure as I emptied him once again.

"Would you believe me if I told you I can't wait till the next time you mate with me," he asked.

"I believe it, next time I hope it won't hurt as much."

"Like I said, don't worry about it. Having you in me was the most overall pleasuring thing that had ever occurred to me. A little pain is minuscule to the happiness I got out of it, I promise you that. Now," he gave me a quick kiss before getting up, rubbing his tailhole a little, "how 'bout that shower?" And with a wink he walked to the door, with me just behind him.

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End...

And there we have it, the short (or relatively compared to the story as a whole) interlude in the story comes to a happy conclusion. But then any of my past readers would have known that this was coming. There is a lot more that I didn't cover, but I just felt that what was needed was written and that's all my poor brain could honestly handle. I tried to add as much detail as I could so that it was more intimate, you guys'll have to tell me how that worked out so I know what I did right and how to improve later on. This is officially my first yiff so be honest, I need criticism, though I rarely want the main idea of my stories to be yiff.

I'mma gonna give myself a short break methinks. I think that I'll be giving you guys little surprises here and there and oddly enough I already have my next "series" in my mind, even though that's miles away. I'm gonna shoot high with this series, and hope to eventually reach the great quality of the other writers on here. But I get ahead of myself. Enjoy your holidays everyone, and please spend it with the ones you love. You all deserve that much. Love to all of ya. BTW, I am thinking about getting an editor :3 If anyone is interested.