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Hi again fandom! Sorry it took so long; I was busy with some other work. Even though I love to make stories about movie or series characters, I was sort of out of original ideas, so I decided I would make one about my fursona. (Who is being drawn as I write these very words. Special thanks to tadcooga) again, feedback is much appreciated, even if it is about something that came out wrong. I'm always trying to improve. ENJOY!!!

Update: I can't take it! This story has become much more complicated than I thought it would be. I had aimed for two thousand words and now I've got double that, and the story isn't over... I guess this will become a series then, even if I'm not good at writing long stuff.

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The grayish furry hand retreated to the warmth of the covers as the disabled alarm clock limped away from the battlefield. The ferocious creature in the bed rolled for a few seconds, but the damage had been done: he was awake.

The teen canine threw the covers away and stood up. At 5'10, he wasn't huge, but still held a decent height for his age. He dizzily walked towards the shower, bumping his little toe on the way to his morning washing.

-GAAAAARGH! Ouch!

He walked the last remaining steps towards the shower, where he, in a rather mechanical motion, began his undressing; it consisted only of his white briefs and yesterday's socks. From his childhood, he had grown used to sleeping in this fashion, even though the winter air had chilled his room to an ice cube. You see, he wasn't originally from Seattle. The young fur had been born in the house of a rather wealthy family, down in the South American country of Colombia. Even though the country was...Is famed for its drug trade, his parents ran an honest business. His father had created and ran one of the largest corporations in the country, alongside with his mother.

They were a loving family, and he had a childhood that many could only dream of, except for one thing: he was a furry. The only in his school, and the city as far as he knew; words are unable to grasp the extent of bullying he endured, from having gum stuck in his fur, to downright beatings. He naturally told his parents, which indeed helped a bit; but ultimately, he was the one who had to adapt. He became shy, isolated from society. When everyone played soccer (like the rest of the country), he rounded up a small group of people and started his own inline hockey club, the first of the country. Not only weren't they good, but they had no one to play against.

He also found peace in books, devouring hundreds of books a year. This helped him become one of the top students in his class. Naturally, this gained him more roughing up at first, but in the later years those bullies began failing subjects and lagging behind on explanations. That was when it all changed. They stopped bullying and he helped them a bit with classes, but in the end, most of them failed, making them leave school and look for a more mediocre education.

Also important to note is that he was enrolled in a catholic school. He was raised a catholic himself, but the amount of knowledge he had comprised made him question it. He, too, noticed that most devout Catholics were amongst the intolerant type, especially to him. They treated him as an envoy from Satan or something stupid like that. He never really paid attention to them, except once while making a bad pun about how they should love furries since they were Cat-Holics. Needless to say, they didn't understand it, but that was common. He became an atheist, but one day one of his only friends told him something that would change his life forever. He said that he shouldn't start a crusade against Catholics, because that would make him the same as them, just without the worshipping of a god. From that day, he kept his atheism to himself, telling only the people that asked about it. It was a good thing, as a rebellion against Catholicism In a catholic school couldn't have ended well.

By senior year, he had pretty much decided he was going to be a doctor. He also decided another thing: he couldn't stand the Colombian attitude. He wanted out of the close-mindedness, the intolerance and the blind religious fervor. He decided to head over to the United States, and applied for marine biology as a premed in the University of Washington. When the acceptance came, he was overflown with joy. His parents didn't fully comprehend the reason, yet they agreed on supporting him and pay for tuition. By his 17th birthday (Colombian high school ended early in life but gave a very good education), he was standing in the single apartment residences. His parents decided it would be better for him to live alone, for reasons they didn't disclose. That had been a month before, and now, on that day he'd always remember, he was just about ready to leave for class. James Lindbergh Moon was about to have the most unique day in his life.

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As he came out of the water and dried his fur, he looked at himself. His fur, grey and white, gave off a shiny appearance. He had always taken care of his fur, using special shampoos and products designed specifically for furries. They hadn't been easy to find back home, but he just wouldn't use regular dog shampoo. He had three distinct features that separated him from an overgrown and humanized Siberian husky: his teeth, particularly two tiny fangs, tended to escape from his muzzle and show just a bit, not enough to give him a menacing look, but rather that of a baby vampire. He also had some small, deep blue spots around his body. He never knew why he had them, just as his most striking feature. He had a tuft of green, almost fluorescent hair right in his forehead. It wasn't dyed; he had been born with it. His eyes matched the color, but on a little darker, more pearlescent tone. He loved it, and he took special care while he washed it. When he was done washing, he pulled on some loose jeans and a shirt. He then grabbed his backpack and walked out.

The walk to the campus was a rather short one, but it gave him time to think. He thought about many things, ranging from his future to his daily coffee choice. He waved at people as he passed, and most of them, if not all, returned the wave with a smile. Occasionally, someone not acquainted with furries would show a confused look, but most would politely wave back. As he neared the campus, he began to see familiar faces.

-Hey Marsh! How's it going!

Mark, his best friend and the friendliest human he'd ever meet, greeted him with a playful bump. They were classmates and he had been hospitable with James since the first day. He was the one who had created the nickname everyone knew him: "Marsh". James had one true addiction, which luckily wasn't bad for him at all: he loved...no, he ADORED marshmallows. He could be seen on campus, strolling around between classes with a bag full of white puffy goodness in his hands. He didn't mind being called like that though, it felt much better than furfag, flea ball, Sasquatch... truth is, life had changed for him ever since he had left, and he swore to himself that he wouldn't return unless it was necessary.

-Pretty fine dude, pretty fine...

-Sick... hey dude, have you heard about the new economics 101 teacher? Man, that is some fine piece of butt she's got there.

-heh, if you say so.

Marsh wasn't attracted to human girls, and would fall for a woman's seduction techniques only one time in his life, but that is another story. The thing is he wanted a mate. A furry girl with who to cuddle and kiss and... he sometimes felt he was asking for too much, but his imagination had no boundaries. He'd often find himself fantasizing about other furry girls, yiffing them in every single possible way. Classes went by in a blur, but he didn't care. He had good grades, he knew what he had to study, and he knew exactly how to pass every exam they threw at him.

They walked up to the building, and they found it rather odd that they hadn't found anyone else on the way there. Normally by here, the rest of their friends would've tagged along, and the corridors would be buzzing with activity. However, everything was silent, eerie. The classrooms were empty, and the track team who practiced at this hour was nowhere in sight.

-Okay... now that's creepy.

-I know just what happened-Said Mark-it finally happened marsh.

-Huh? What happened?

-There has been a zombie apocalypse.-He said, trying as best as he could to not burst out in laughter.

They laughed at it for a few minutes, and then went out. They saw a janitor in the way out, and he explained the situation: apparently, the fish at the teachers' meeting room had been left undercooked, and now everyone was sick.

-Sweet! If we have the day off, I'm going out for some fun. I'll see if there's anyone at the paintball arena. Wanna come?

Marsh liked paintball, but last week he had gotten some paint in his fur and it had bleached the small spot, so he decided not to go. Mark waved away and left, leaving him alone. Then it happened.

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-Umm, hi, can you tell me where biology 301 is?

Marsh started answering while turning around.

-It's down the aisle and straight lef...

He stuttered. The girl who'd asked was a furry! He made his best effort not to open his jaw and drool all over the floor, mainly because he felt bad for the janitor. He couldn't quite pinpoint the species, but he was sure she had some feline characteristics. She was a couple inches shorter than him, and one of her ears was standing straight up while the other was low, giving her the look of a cute cartoon kitty. She had pink fur, which contrasted beautifully on her green eyes. She wasn't very large-breasted, but marsh had never been one to worry about that. He took in all these details in the time it took her to reply.

-Why, thanks!

She began to walk away, when Marsh's imagination bubble burst and said:

-Wait!

-Huh? -She said, her ears perking up immediately.

-There's no class today, all the teachers are sick.

-I see. So, guess I'll be returning to my dorm...

She started to walk away, slower than usual, like waiting for something. Marsh didn't notice, of course, trying to come up with a way to prolong the conversation. In the end, he settled for the high school alternative.

-C...can I walk you home? -He stuttered.

The girl giggled in a low tone, just enough for him to hear her, and said:

-Sure! I'm Sarah, by the way.

-Cool! I'm James, but everyone just calls me Marsh.

They started walking across campus. He started to explain the origins of his nickname to her. He thought she would get bored, but her ears were still up high and she would laugh at some of the things he said. She was also a first year student, from Vancouver. They talked about each other for the whole journey, and by the time, they had arrived, they knew quite a bit about themselves. Sarah was staying at a single room dorm, like him.

-I had a really nice time talking with you; maybe we could do it again sometime? Here's my number, feel free to call me if you wanna do something.-She said as she opened the door. She suddenly kissed him in the cheek, went in, and closed the door. Marsh didn't have time to react, and before he knew it, he had a tingling sensation in his cheek and was staring at a closed door. After a few seconds of confusion, he exited the dorm and left for his own dorm.

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It was closer than he thought, and in less than 10 minutes, he was fumbling with his keys. He got in, threw his backpack in the bed, and sat down by the desk. His mind was a flurry, and he couldn't control the myriad of feelings inside him. What did he feel for her? Was he just aroused by her, or did he really like her? He didn't know, and virtually sleepwalked to the shower, hoping the hot water would clear his mind. With the water running down his back, he sat down, cross-legged. He couldn't stop thinking about her. Her beautiful fur, her green eyes which matched his tuft of hair perfectly... he started thinking of her slender body, the way she swayed her hips seductively while she walked, her small but perfect breasts. While he thought all of this, his hand had travelled down to his sheath, and was slowly coaxing his penis out of hiding. His spire wasn't that long, actually. Just below average length, and about average girth; the last one was hard to estimate, of course, for canines had different widths depending on arousal, area, etc.

As soon as the red member was fully out, he began to stroke it. Slowly at first, allowing his claws to rake it just a bit, he began to paw off. His eyes closed, and he started fantasizing with Sarah. He imagined himself yiffing her on his bed, making her squeal with delight. He imagined every position, every role-play, and every hole. Before he knew it, he was stroking away at full speed, while the hot water from the shower sprayed his member and gave him a warm fuzzy feeling. He felt his balls tighten up, and he used his left index and thumb to grip his penis right below the knot, while his right hand continued to rub relentlessly. He exploded, harder than he'd ever had, shooting a steady stream of cum into the air, which ended up landing right in his forehead, to his displeasure. It wasn't that he disliked his own cum, he even snuck a taste now and then, but he knew that now he'd have to shampoo again. After his orgasm had died down, and the mess taken care off, he left the bathroom and sat down on the bed, naked. He was thinking. He knew that, if there had been only a physical attraction to Sarah, masturbating would've made him feel better, but he still couldn't get her off her mind. He knew he liked her, and didn't know what to do about it. Back at school, he didn't have any girlfriends, not even regular female friends. He was at loss when it came to courting a woman, except for the extremely romantic stuff he'd read about, but he was pretty sure that that wouldn't work. He tried phoning his friend Mark, but it went to voicemail, so he assumed he was paintballing or something else. He was about to text him when he noticed Sarah's number. He thought about calling her, but then remembered that Mark always said not to call a girl for three days since you had met her. He meditated on this for a while, but then thought -Fuck it-And Dialed. She picked up at the first ring.

-Hey Sarah! It's me, Marsh; we met today (DUH) Listen, I uhhh... I would very much like to... do you, ermmm... maybe go to dinner with me?

• Of course I would!-She exclaimed in a playful manner.

-Great! Pick you up at seven?

-I'll be waiting, bye.

-Bye-He said, but she'd already hung up.

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The clock finally struck 6:45. Marsh had been ready for an eternity it seemed. He was wearing some really nice pants, a good-looking shirt, and he'd spent at least half an hour getting his hair just the way he liked it. He had even applied a bit of cologne, which he seldom did. He knocked on her door fifteen minutes later, and while she waited for her, doubts started to crowd his mind: Was he overdressed? Would she laugh at him? Could it all be an elaborate prank? It certainly wouldn't be the first...

All of this was washed away when she opened the door. She was wearing a blue dress, nothing too fancy or elegant, but gorgeous nonetheless. It flowed down to her knees, and the strapless top made her small breasts look even prettier. She closed the door, and walked with him towards his car.

-So, Marsh. Long time no see...-She said, cheerfully mocking him.-Wow, nice ride.

-It's nothing, really. My parents gave it to me for my seventeenth birthday.

He opened her door like a true gentleman, which back home earned him remarks like "such a dork". In this case, however, the response was different.

-Oh my, a gentleman; Hard to come by these days.

He smiled and went around. They drove up to a small Italian restaurant he had found out on the internet. Thankfully, it didn't disappoint him, and the food was magnificent. They talked about many things, and eventually the conversation turned to Marsh's fathers.

-So, guess you're the type of guy who can ask mommy or daddy for anything, right?-She said, not meaning to offend him.

-Yes, indeed. Although I don't ask them for much, other than my tuition. I believe that having wealthy parents doesn't immediately turn you into a spoiled brat, although many people do end up like that.

-Interesting way of thinking. Do you think of yourself as one of them?

-No, I definitely don't.

The conversation kept on about some other, uninteresting topics. When the bill arrived, Sarah tried to split the bill, but Marsh paid it completely by himself. They then left for her dorm, as it was getting a bit late. They kept talking in the car the whole trip.

-Wow, so you really have a picture with Luongo from the Vancouver Canucks?! That guy was my inspiration! He's the sole reason I'm a goaltender for the university team right now.

-I didn't know you played hockey! Or even liked it for that matter. That's very uncommon for furries, but I kind of like it. Maybe you'd like to come and see it?

-Sure! I would definitely love that.

He parked and she led him up the stairs and into room 495. She motioned him to come inside, and as they were both in, she closed the door.

-Oops

-what, what happened?

-Umm, there's a slight problem...-She said as she pointed to the doorknob. The inner side was missing.

-Huh? How did that...

-Probably one of the girls. They told me this is a prank they play on all the newcomers. You can't open the door from this side until someone comes and opens it from the outside. I'll call Sam.

She called, but no one picked up. She did this with everyone she knew, but no one picked up. Mark was also unavailable. With no one else to call, Sarah said she'd call a friend from Vancouver.

-oh...okay, bye! She's coming, but it'll be at least 3 hours before she arrives.

-That's okay. There aren't any classes tomorrow, so I'm not in any hurry to go anywhere.

She sat by him in her bed, and they kept talking. Hockey, college, biology... they had virtually the same likes, and the conversation was extremely pleasurable. But then the subject he most dreaded came.

-So, Marsh. Do you have a mate yet?

-No-He answered after a few seconds.-As a matter of fact, you're the first furry I've met.

-Oh, what a honor.-She said, half joking- But are you looking for a serious mate, a casual fling or just nothing?

-Actually, I'm looking for a serious mate. Someone with whom I can spend some quality time, have nice talks, cuddle up after a long day at school.-He Blushed beneath his fur- Is it just too much to ask for that?

-I... I don't think so...

-Really? Well-He started, but was cut off by Sarah's strong lips pressed against his own. He couldn't think, and In the confusion, he just stood there without moving. She sensed this and pulled back, obviously deeply embarrassed. She started apologizing.

-I am sorry, I am so sorry. I should not have forced this into you, I just thought... I am sorry. It's just that, you're also the first furry I meet and, well, I just went crazy... I thought...

Now she, was the one cut off by a pair of lips. This time, the kiss was more passionate, even though one could see the lack of experience reflected in them. Nevertheless, a first kiss is always perfect, and this one was no exception. They kept kissing for some time, and soon enough, his shirt had found itself accelerating at 9.8m/s2 towards the ground. They locked in an embrace of arms and tongues, and they slowly fell on the bed. His mind felt itself recede into the inner parts of his consciousness as a feral entity took hold, grabbing her by the arms and shifting on top of her. He positioned his pelvis between her legs, and started grinding his pants against her dress without ever separating from the kiss. He noticed that not only did Sarah thrust her pelvis up against his rhythmically, but she also moaned quietly into his mouth. His raging erection pressed painfully against his pants, and he felt Sarah's claws digging a bit in his back fur.

They continued like this, sweating, dry humping each other for some minutes. He then felt one of her hands dive between their bellies and make a beeline for his pants. He felt it undo his buckle, and just as it was going inside, his sensitive nose picked something up.

-S...Stop

Everything froze, no one saying anything for a couple seconds. Marsh took another sniff of the air, heavy with air freshener like most dorm rooms. Nevertheless, amongst all this, he picked another scent up, this time, stronger.

-You are in heat.

She looked away, blushing. She knew that he had smelled her, even with all the air freshener she had used specifically so it would not happen. He dismounted her, and she turned to her side, curling up a bit. He gently brushed her hair away, and saw she was crying.

-Are you okay?-He asked, even though the answer was evidently no.

-I...*sniff* I know what you think. You think I am just another female who wants you just to go through her heat. Now, you will *sniff* walk away and leave me.-She said, tears streaming down her cheeks.

He got up and went towards the door. He picked up the inner half of her doorknob from its hiding place in her night drawer. She looked at him with her eyes wide open, still moist from the tears.

-I saw you take it out when we entered. Thought you were playing a prank on me.-He said to her in a neutral tone.

She blushed even more as he proceeded to attach the doorknob, and opened the door with ease. He didn't just leave, though. He closed it again and returned to where she was.

-Here's the way I see it.-He began-You tried to trick me into bed because of your heat, and I hid the fact that I knew about the doorknob thing to, well, try to trick YOU into bed. Looks like we both got off on the wrong note. I know I did this because I'm still a virgin and you're the only girl who has actually looked interested in me in all my life. However, I would really like to know why you did this. Was it ONLY because of the heat?

She sat up. She looked a bit calmer and the tears had stopped.

-I... I won't deny that the heat had a part in It.-She started, her voice shaking a bit.-And perhaps if I wasn't on my heat I wouldn't have had the courage to do this. But you need to believe that I was telling the truth before about a mate. I, I know this doesn't seem likely, and please promise not to laugh- Here, she stopped until she received an affirmative nod from marsh.-But I'm a...virgin too. It's silly, I know, that a furry girl in Vancouver could make it until 17 without ever having sex, but I was extremely shy, and beside a couple flings I didn't have any serious boyfriends. I'm lonely!

She then broke down in tears, and started repeating the same mantra like a broken disc.

-I'm lonely, I'm lonely, I'm lonely...

Marsh was completely taken back. The look on her eyes meant that she was telling the truth. He cradled her in his arms and hugged her, while the constant tears damped his own chest fur. When she started calming down again, he lifted her chin gently, and slowly licked a tear of her cheek. Something so small, so common for a canine, and yet Sarah livened up almost instantly. She hugged him, and he whispered into her ear:

-I thought you were different the moment I saw you. I almost lost that hope tonight, but I now see you for what you truly are, and I think I like it. Therefore, I want to propose something; how about we both forget what happened here tonight and I leave...-At this point Sarah's ears went limp- And we go out for dinner next Thursday, see where it takes us.

Her ears rose again. Even though she had obviously tricked him, he still wanted to be with her. And by Thursday, her heat would be long gone, so things would hopefully go smoother.

He got up to leave, but she grabbed his arm.

-Listen, I just... what I meant is... I'm...- She paused to catch her breath.-thanks. Thanks for giving me a second chance.

He nodded, and she pulled him in for a short, but passionate kiss. They then said goodbye, and within five minutes, he was getting inside his car. As he drove back to his place, he thought about how the whole situation seemed. He had just stopped a sexy furry girl he liked from taking both their virginities. He knew that if Mark ever caught wind he'd tell him how stupid he'd been, even when he was sure that, for some reason, this outcome was just perfect. As he got home, for some random reason, he imagined Sarah masturbating herself wildly to overcome her heat (which was actually happening at that exact moment as he'd later find out), and the thought manifested itself as another huge erection. He looked at the bulge in his pants, and then glanced at the watch. It wasn't too late for a quickie. As he thought about the fact that he now had a date with a girl who was aching to screw him, he came to a conclusion:

-I will make her first time as perfect as possible.

All he needed now was the perfect timing.

-J