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This is a request from the lovely KateTheMartin who wanted a story featuring her Lynx girl Clarisse, a saloon girl up in the Yukon. She has a weakness for the young furs coming up looking for their fortunes, and this time she certainly gets her hands on a fun one.

I am still open to requests, so feel free to contact me with your ideas!

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When Leo stepped down from the coach's running board, his foot immediately sunk at least an inch into what the town laughably called a "street". In actuality, the brown strip was really just a wide mud path, about as wide as two carriages side-by-side. Someone made a token effort to make the street walkable with a few loads of gravel, but it all just mixed into one rocky, sludgy miasma that clung to a man's boots and threatened to cripple him with a caught rock if he wasn't wary.

The buildings were somewhat better off; wood walkways connected the various squat, low buildings that lined either side of the street. It looked like only a couple managed more than a single story in fear that they might just sink into the mud as well. A quick look around spotted most likely the only two major buildings of note. At one end of the street was the two story form of a large bank; a steady stream of furs of various breeds passed in and out of the front doors, most of which looked like the overall quality of the town, mangy, dirty, and perhaps a little worn down. The other notable building was the Mule Kick Saloon, on the opposite side of the street from the bank. If any building looked like someone put actual work and maintenance into its construction, the saloon was it.

Leo grimaced and quickly moved to the back of the coach, where the grizzled wolf that drove it all the way up casually tossed cargo boxes, packages, and bags down to a couple of young looking pups. They handled the passenger's gear...less carefully, and Leo had to catch his rucksack and his backpack before they ended up in the mud. Leo forced a smile, somewhat timidly and nodded to the Wolf, whom he never actually learned the name of in the week long run up here.

"Thank you kindly for the safe trip. I'll make sure if anyone asks to tell them you're good for their travels."

The wolf grunted and raised an eyebrow, as he looked Leo from top to bottom. Leo tried to look confident as the wolf looked like he was actually taking the time to see Leo for the first time. Leo tried not to look as young as his age, but being a deer, being naturally lithe, scrawny even, and with his horns full grown for the season, even Leo had to admit he probably looked like a child to the older wolf.

"Well boy," the wolf finally said, though not in an unkind tone, "if you survive around here long enough that you can tell anyone, I'll be much obliged."

The two wolf boys that helped unload the coach gave sharp laughs at that, and once the coach driver tossed them each a coin, they quickly scurried off into the mud.

Leo sighed and turned back to the town, here deep in the Yukon. If he was going to make his fortune, it looked like he'd have to get used to calling this place home for now. He slung his backpack over his shoulders, hooked his hand through his ruck's loops, and trudged into town.

*

A couple hours taught Leo a few things. First, yes, this was pretty much the last town before the unmapped territories, where furs went out and searched for their own plots of land to claim and try to get their piece of the gold rush coming down the mountains. Second, the entire town existed to provide trade, supplies, or services for the various gold prospectors that came through the town. Third, furs laughed in his face whenever he asked them where he might find a claim of his own.

He wasn't the first fresh young face looking for his fortune in the mountains, it seemed, and it seemed that many of those new furs didn't come back from the mountains. Leo was determined that wouldn't happen to him, which was why he stood in the dry goods store and haggled over the needed supplies for a long trek into the mountains.

"Look boy," the counter man, a particularly snide rabbit in clothes fine enough that Leo wondered how he kept them free from the mud that seemed to get, well, everywhere within an hour of his arrival, "you can't go off into the mountains and expect some food to just walk into your traps. These here canned and pickled cabbages and radishes will give you that extra bit of food when things get hard, even someone like you can appreciate the need for that, right?" The rabbit smirked, "It's not like some of those carnivore types that can just go out and eat whatever they want, you and I we're of a kind, and I bet you don't know what you can eat up there, do ya."

Leo winced; he was particularly getting tired of the 'boy' moniker that everyone in town seemingly gave him within thirty seconds after they met him.

"I'm not saying I don't need supplies, but you're ripping me off and you know it. Two bits for a jar of pickled carrots? A sawbuck for a length of rope? I'm not an idiot, even if you think I'm young."

He looked over the list he'd prepared from a few books he'd read about prospecting, and mentally added on all the things this rabbit told him he needed or he'd just die out there, and then grumbled at the result. He looked back to the rabbit and reached for his wallet, while he continued,

"Look, I'll give you an even ten bucks for everything on my list," he started, and when the rabbit started opening his mouth Leo raised a hand, "I'll even take your word on what you think I need for now. I'm not paying what you're asking though. I still have to pay for my room and board here before I head out, and other things. So tell you what, knock a third off what you ask, and I'll take all of it, if you hold it until the end of the week."

He could see the rabbit doing the math in his head, his ears twitched and his eyes flicked over both lists for a moment before he gave a sharp nod,

"You've got a deal boy, ah'll have all of it together for ye' a'fore the week's out, and ah'll have it in the back when yer ready ta pick it up."

Leo nodded and pulled a few bills out of his wallet and put them down on the counter,

"Fine, now where can a man," he emphasized the word, "find a place to stay while he's in town and looking for leads?"

"Well now," the rabbit smirked back, "a man might find Sadie's, she runs a boardin' house a mite down the road. She'll put ya up for a good price. If yer wallet's hurtin' a bit, then you might find the Mule Kick Saloon. They have rooms ta rent if ya got the cash an' if ya don't they'll also let ya flop out on tha floor after closing for a few pennies."

Leo nodded and turned towards the exit,

"Right, I'll be back in a week then."

A week, he hoped enough time that he'd find some kind of decent lead to his fortune.

*

The Mule Kick Saloon, being the only other two-story building besides the bank, and the only place to buy a drink in the mud-laden town, managed to stay remarkably clean, which Leo noticed as soon as he walked in.

The wood floors gleamed with polished, varnished, hardwood, the bar had brass railings, the second floor was big enough for private rooms, and the girls wore dresses in colors that seemed the only bright points in this brown town. Leo actually stopped in the doorway long enough that one of the girls; a young looking grey-deer swirled by carrying a tray of drinks and threw him a wink,

"Hey there cutie, don't just stand in the doorway, you're blockin' the other customers. Clean your boots and come on in!"

Leo blushed a bit, "Yes ma'am," he muttered as he stepped to the side.

He noticed the mud scrapers, caked down with the passing of repeated customers. He took his turn, cleaned his boots and walked over to the bar where an older looking moose with big, well-groomed antlers polished glasses and looked him over.

"I've ummm, heard you have rooms here," Leo began, but the big bartender cut him off curtly,

"Rooms are five dollars a night, and they come with hot water for a bath, you get a meal out of the kitchen, and if you fancy one of the girls, we certainly can set you up for a few bucks more," he said curtly.

"Oh...n, no sir. I was just looking for a place near the fire for the night," he replied with a nervous look over to the girls.

He noticed one of them, a lynx woman in bright blue dress as she dropped a set of mugs, swept the table, and skillfully dodged the groping hands of one of the patrons before she sauntered back to the bar.

"Well hi there," she said as she dropped the tray on the bar and looked Leo from top to bottom and flashed him a smile, "You've gotta be new around here sugar fur, you going to be staying with us a while? If so, we have some nice rooms, and some nice girls to fill them with," her tone was amused, and it provoked another blush from the deer.

"Naw Clarisse, he's just gonna flop here," the moose cut in with a snort, "speakin' of which, that'll be a dime a night if you want a spot here, though you've gotta get your ass up before the girls get the place ready for business. Meals are separate."

Leo ducked his head a bit and looked back to the bartender, then dropped a few coins on the bar, "I'll take the floor for a week then, I just need a place to crash," he said, while he trailed off when he realized he didn't have a name for the bartender.

"All right then, kid," the moose jerked his head at the tables, "You can stay here until business is over if you buy something, and you can call me Karl."

Conversation apparently over, Karl went back to cleaning the glasses at the bar. Leo turned away and started towards one of the tables when he felt a brush against the back of his neck. He jerked a little and looked over into the lynx's gleaming eyes,

"Well sugar fur, if you're going to be staying a while, feel free to ask me if you need anything," Clarisse winked to him before she swept another tray of drinks off the bar, "especially if you decide to change your mind about the rooms, or the girls."

He blinked and blushed again, while another quiet "Yes Ma'am," slipped from his lips.

*

It turned out a week was enough time that Leo learned that no one bothered talking to someone universally considered some newbie boy greenhorn just out thinking he could make a quick and easy fortune. He couldn't refute the new part, but it seemed like that word got around town almost instantly that there was a new gold prospector in town, so all the usual people and other prospectors shut their traps quickly.

Leo watched all sorts come in and out of town, from the single fur affairs with a mule, and a few pouches of gold, to whole wagons where a bigger mining outfit found a vein worthwhile. Usually the wagons came in with a pouch, and left filled to the brim.

Leo caught many of those furs as they came and went from town, but he also found out prospectors and miners were very leery of questions, and as soon as they figured out what he was trying, they shut up quickly and he had to find another way of getting information.

To save as much of his meager funds as possible, he stayed at The Mule Kick and flopped on the floor. Only the fire in the main hearth, his only heavy wool blanket, and his rucksack as a pillow kept him at all comfortable. He also learned it was the best place for information. Miners liked drink only slightly less then they liked their gold, and he picked up his best tips as he overheard the conversations here and there.

For the most part, Leo ignored the saloon's staff, though soon the serving girls and the bartender knew they had another gold hungry fur on their hands.

For his part, he barely noticed them, even when they served him his drinks, or he bought drinks for the various furs that passed in and out of the saloon. He always kept his eye on his prize; he was going to head out there and get rich; he just knew it.

*

It was just after sundown on Sunday, and Leo knew he was leaving the next day. That didn't mean that he wasn't trying to get those last little hints where the good veins ran. He listened intently to three bears that sat around a table and bragged about the nuggets they'd panned earlier. He tried figuring out where they might have set up their claim from the way they described their land, which is why he didn't notice one of the serving girls until he felt a pair of softly furred arms slide around either side of his neck and press to his chest.

"You know sweetie, you're not going to somehow pluck the location of their claim from their heads by staring at them," he turned his head, coming face to face with Clarisse, the lynx that'd greeted him when he first started flopping at the saloon. "Even if you could," she continued, "I don't think they'd take kindly to some young buck popping in on them...you're more likely to make a tasty meal for them, then get away with any gold." She smiled to him as she teased, and he found he couldn't help it but smile back.

He took a moment, as he'd never really looked at Clarisse before; at about five and a half feet tall, the lynx girl had the distinctive black and grey patterning of most of that species, but beneath it, where so many lynxes tried cultivating as much muscle as they could, she had a soft strength beneath her lush fur. As her hands and arms brushed against his chest, he could feel the bustier behind. The dress hid quite a lot with the layers of its bustle and bustier, but it still left the obvious impression of the lynx's very feminine curves. She looked young, but if she'd been here when the saloon first started business, she'd be in her twenties, at least. Her golden eyes danced with amusement as well as she felt him gulp, suddenly aware of her presence in a way he'd ignored up until then.

"Well Ma'am, yes...I know," he started, before he had to clear his throat at the feel of her against him, "but, I figure I can learn what to look for, when I go out to find my own claim. If a certain kind of river, or stream, or rock holds that gold vein, I want to find it."

She laughed and with a quick twist, Leo found his lap filled with layers of fabric all wrapped around the lynx girl. He instinctively rested his hands on her hips, to make sure she didn't fall of course, though her arms went around his neck. He could feel the blush at the back of his neck and up to the tips of his ears as she settled in.

"Well then, what makes you so sure you'll be one of the ones to find it, hmmm? Lots of young men come through town and think they'll just find their fortunes." She smiled impishly, which took away the bite of her comment, "oh, and call me Clarisse, I'm not old enough to be a ma'am just yet!" She emphasized the comment with a wiggle on Leo's lap, which provoked a deeper blush and an embarrassing reaction in his pants, which he also hoped she didn't notice.

"Well, umm...Clarisse, I think I've got a better chance than many. I've done quite a bit of reading, and research, and I know where most of the gold comes from the mountains. I don't think it'll be easy, but I just know that I'll find something," he clenched his hands a bit, which provoked a raised eyebrow from Clarisse, "I just have to."

She laughed again, a deep rich laugh this time, and ran her hands down his chest, while she winked as she disarmed his serious expression, "Well sugar, if you show as much determination finding gold as you have trying to pry the location of the gold out of every fur to walk into this saloon, I just bet you'll find it." She tilted her head to the side as he kept right on talking, "Though, you should know there's a big difference between book learning, and getting out there and getting it done for yourself. I'm sure if you've read any trashy dime-store novels, there's a big difference between how they write about two furs in bed together, and how it goes for real."

This time Leo felt like his blush covered everything, down to the very tip of his muzzle, as he ducked his head to the side as he avoided answering. Seeing his expression, Clarisse lit up, and it seemed like her smile grew practically ear-to-ear,

"Oh my...you really _are_a greenhorn aren't you," she exclaimed, though she kept her voice low enough so that it didn't carry over the noise of the saloon, "you've never been with a woman before then sugar? Surely you're old enough that you'd find someone to enjoy now and again."

He coughed and shook his head a touch before he looked back up and tried controlling his blush, "Umm, no. I've been, caught up with my studies...and then, well, my family hit hard times, so I had to leave the school. Then I learned about the rush, and thought if I could learn enough, I could make enough and help my family. So, just, never had time I guess," he admitted.

She brought a hand up and stroked lightly along the side of his muzzle, and her smile turned from teasing to gentle as she looked over him,

"Oh sugar, you should always make time for pleasure, especially when things are hard."

She looked around, and then leaned in and spoke quietly into his ear,

"After things close down here, you come on up to my room. You're not sleeping on the floor tonight, and I'll give you something to remember when you're out there looking for your gold."

She slipped off his lap and threw him a smile, before a bawdy wolf across the bar called out for her attention and demanded she refill his drink. Leo watched after her as she left, and he found that he just couldn't get rid of the warm blush on his ears and the slight tremor in his hands.

*

It's just a door. Just a door, knock, idiot, knock on the door to the prettiest girl you've ever met, who said she wanted to give you something to remember.

Leo gulped and squared his shoulders. The Saloon closed down an hour ago, and even after everyone cleaned up the place it took him quite a while before he had the nerve to walk up to the second floor where the employees stayed. He shook his head at himself, and with one more deep breath, he rapped lightly on the door, while he hoped no one else down the hall heard his heart he heard pounding clearly in his chest.

"Come on in sugar, the door's unlocked," Clarisse called out quickly enough, which gave Leo no excuse to back out if she'd not heard him.

He opened the door tentatively and slipped inside, then made sure he closed it firmly behind him before he turned around. Clarisse furnished her room simply, as not much finery could make it up here, but it definitely had as many feminine touches as she could get out here. The bed looked large, swimmingly large to his inexperienced gaze and she'd covered it in fine-looking soft fur blankets. Unlike the straw affairs, her bed looked like it had an actual mattress on a hand-carved dark wood bed frame. He also noticed a rack over to one side, with all the lynx's dresses hung neatly in a line, he hardly believed she could afford so many. Dominating the room though was a large oak carved vanity. It looked like it must have been made of all the same piece of wood, and he couldn't even imagine the time some fur put in carving the designs that surrounded of all things a glass mirror! That expensive luxury reflected the amused look as Clarisse looked to him in the reflection. She'd shed the dress she'd worn earlier, which revealed the white corset and under bustle as she sat demurely on a stool, lightly brushing through her fur. Her eyes crinkled with amusement and without turning she said,

"Well come on over sugar, you look like you're about to jump right out of your skin there," her tone was gently teasing, obviously amused, while she continued casually brushing through her head fur, which made it gleam in the lantern-light.

He ahemed and walked on over slowly and stopped a few feet behind her, where he shifted from foot to foot. He tried taking a deep breath to calm himself, but that meant he just picked up a sweetly spicy scent from her, something that just made him blush even more.

"T..thank you ma'am for inviting me up," he started, but she cut him off,

"Now now, I told you not to call me Ma'am, its Clarisse, though you may be calling out for other things before the night is over."

He blushed again even more deeply and opened his mouth, then closed it again. It took him a couple of tries before he was able to form words, "Well, um... yes Clarisse, but why'd you want to spend time with me? Surely there is some man out there that wants to make you an honest woman."

He caught himself almost immediately after he said it and ducked his head so he wouldn't have to see her expression at the assumption. The scraping of wood on wood, and the soft padding of feet preceded a soft finger pressing to the underside of his chin, before she gently coaxed him up so he looked her in the eyes once again. He didn't see any anger in her expression, just more amusement as she answered,

"Well sugar that would require me to want to be an honest woman, "she started," I like being out here with all these interesting furs that come and go. I get to see so many different things, no one here is sticking around long enough to tell me what to do, and furs are much too rough and tumble to mind when I'm not acting a "proper" woman," she then grinned widely, "and every once in a while I get to see a fresh young man come through here that just needs to know a little bit of the confidence from being with a woman before he can be all he wants."

She winked to him and leaned forward, gave him a quick peck on the side of the muzzle, while she slid her finger up and lightly traced over his right horn. She then turned away and took a step forward, which put her against the back of her chair. She rested her hands on it and glanced back over her shoulder at Leo, who watched dumbly as she grinned,

"Now then, come on over and be a sweet thing and help me out of this corset. The damn thing may help me look good to the customers, but I'll be damned if it ain't constricting now and again!"

For a brief moment, Leo had the wandering thought on how she got out of the corset on nights she didn't have "help" but the part of his brain that saw the lovely lynx woman in front of him soon shut down that train of thought. He stepped forward and reached out with nervous fingers to the laces at the corset's back. The knot was easy enough to free, and he tugged it loose. It almost immediately loosened, and Clarisse gave a sigh of pleasure as the pressure released.

"Oh...that's just wonderful, now you go ahead and take that off and hang it up like a good man, all right?"

He nodded again and undid all the laces quickly. He got a half-glance in the mirror of the lynx's full breasts as they came into view, topped with small nipples, perked to the air, before she covered them with an arm and threw him a mischievous wink in the mirror. Leo blushed at getting caught looking, and quickly headed over to the rack with her other clothing. He found an empty hangar and put the corset up. As he turned back, muzzle opened to say...something; his train of thought came to another crashing end when he found a warm body, soft in all the right places pressed to his chest. He looked down to Clarisse's eyes as they looked up to him as her hands slid around his body and stroked up over his sides, and down his back.

"Oh...now you are a lean one, aren't you," she commented with a little smile while he blushed again all the way to the tips of his ears, "Not that I expect otherwise, you've grown up nice and right, haven't you." She brazenly reached a hand down and stroked it over the front of his pants, which provoked a twitch as he almost embarrassingly reacted nearly instantly at the touch, "Grown up right here too...I'm sure."

She winked at him and stepped back a bit, which let him get his first real look at the topless lynx. The lighter fur typical to lynxes started just under her throat and accented the swells of her breasts as it travelled down and into the remaining under bustle she'd left on. He ahemed, and licked his lips unconsciously as she put her hands behind her back and thrust her chest out a bit, while she still held that amused look on her face,

"I'll bet these are the first bosoms you've seen since your momma was done breast feeding you, now ain't they," she teased.

Leo managed a smile and nodded in return, "Yes they are...and certainly a finer pair I'm sure I'll never see," he tried as his reply, and smiled wider at the grin she offered to his compliment.

"Flatterer, you do certainly have a sweet tongue on you," she offered, then moved forward a little and closed enough again that her breasts brushed up against his chest, "well, go ahead...they're out there for you to touch them, if you'd like."

He blinked and then smiled ruefully as he realized his hands had unconsciously flexed when he first saw those luscious mounds. He brought his hands up and slid his palms from the underside of her curve. He caressed her as he felt the softest fur against his hands, with the pliant flesh beneath them. The little pebbles of her firm nipples slid across his palms and he felt her shiver just a little at that caress to her sensitive body. She purred almost unconsciously, then pressed forward a little more,

"It's ok sugar, I'm not going to break if you want to do more...surely you can think of other things you want to do to them, hmmm?"

She brought her hands around from behind her back, clasped his in them, and gave his hands a squeeze, which in return pressed his fingers in on her breasts. It emphasized the softness in them, and his blush faded a bit at her encouragement, he then grinned impishly and replied,

"Yes Ma'am!"

He pressed close to her and ducked his head down. She moved her hands as he slid his own down under the curves of each of her breasts and lifted them up. He dropped his muzzle down into the chasm of cleavage made as he pressed her mounds together and inhaled deeply of her sweet spicy scent. A started giggle turned quickly into a purrring sound of pleasure as he snaked out his long agile tongue and tasted over her soft fur and flesh. His tongue and muzzle explored every inch of that upper side of her breasts with licks, nibbles and kisses as he indulged in something he'd never had the chance before.

He'd always adored the sight of the women with their pushed up breasts contained in their corsetry and dresses, and now t hat he had a pair in front of him, much of his reservation went to the side at the chance. He lavished them with attention, and soon he found the bumps of her nipples again. They each received their measure of attention with his tongue lapping over and around them, before he nibbled, nipped and rubbed his muzzle over them. She soon wrapped her hands around the back of his neck more it seemed so she could hold on, then to hold him to her chest as she squirmed and let out little purring moans of pleasure.

"Oh sugar, what a talent you've got there," she managed breathlessly, "I think you've been holdin' back too long, if this is what you've got to offer a girl to start."

She dug her fingers into the back of his neck, careful of her claws when he started on the underside of each breast. He savored the additional scent of the slight sweat he found there, and he continued his attentions, as he cleaned them of their clean flavor he ran his hands down her sides to her hips and held her against him. She panted, and before long he found she pressed him away while she let out little sounds of protest,

"You may want to have a go at those all night, but I have more plans for you," she said to soften her protest, while he blushed again and lifted his muzzle away from her bosom.

"Now then, let's see what you've been hiding this whole time," she smiled up to him and slid her hands up to his waist.

Leo could only nod dumbly and move his hands as she bunched up his newly acquired heavy shirt and tugged it up over his head. He had to duck down as she pulled it up over his horns and tossed it aside, but when he straightened, she tsked and smiled impishly. She ran her claw tips through his chest fur and lightly caressed the skin beneath, which provoked a shiver as se said,

"Yes...I'd say you've been hiding this much too long."

She grinned impishly and ran her claw tips over his nipples in mild revenge for his attentions earlier, which made him jomp and brought out another giggle,

"You shouldn't keep this from us girls, we like a nice lean man now and again. Big brutes may be fun, but a girl just can't get her hands really around one of those boys." She licked her lips as she continued, "Now then, you're not going to keep anything from me, are you sugar?"

"No...not at all!" He replied with a nervous smile, though his blush had returned now that she focused on him again.

"Good," she declared, as her hands slid down to the ties on his heavy pants, "Because I want to see everything I'm going to enjoy tonight."

"I'm not sure I have anything too impressive," he started, as she undid the ties both in front, and behind around his tail.

Sure, he felt big, he'd been mostly hard ever since she'd pressed her breasts into his hands, but the pants restricted him from growing to full length. She pushed his pants down once she feed him and his hard cock sprung up against his belly. It provoked an askance look from Clarisse and a grin,

"Well sugar, you may not be sure, but I'm sure you've been blessed all right."

She slid her hands up the insides of his thighs and ran her fingertips up to his furred sack, to which he reacted with a slight groan, which only deepened when her hands slid up over his black-skinned cock. Her hands encircled him and within moments had him rock hard. Her hands overlapped just a little side-by-side along his length, and she looked up at him with a look he suspected was lust,

"If I'd known you were hiding this between your legs sugar, I think I would have pounced you the first night you arrived,"

He blushed again, "It's nothing," he tried again, but then meeped as she squeezed him and gently tugged him towards the bed by his cock.

"Nothing ain't nothing sugar, and that's something," she replied as she led him by his fleshy "lead" over to the bed.

She let him go when they reached the end of the bed and she turned and pushed gently on his chest. Leo dropped down and back onto his hands while he looked up at her, she still wore the under bustle and skirts, but with her breasts out and topless, he couldn't think of anything he'd seen that was hotter. When she noticed the intensity of his gaze she actually blushed a touch and slipped to her knees in front of him,

"Now then sugar, let me show you what these girls are really good for."

She winked at him and slipped forward. In this position, with his cock standing proudly up it fit nearly perfectly between her breasts, which she demonstrated as she used her hands and wrapped her mounds around his shaft. As soon as that softly furred warmth wrapped around him, he let out a little groan of pleasure. He was no stranger to pleasuring himself, but this was entirely different. She looked at him as she stroked her breasts up and down along his length. The silky warmth enveloped him, her fluffy fur adding an intense sensation as she stroked his cock in a nice motion. At the base of her stroke, his cocktip extended a bit above her tits, and her eyes gleamed as he tensed a bit at the intense sensation.

"Oh wow..." was pretty much all Leo could say, as that was almost all that was going through his brain as well as she giggled at the reaction.

"I always do love an appreciative partner," she teased him, "but I bet you'll enjoy this even more."

She ducked her head down, and on the next down stroke slid her muzzle around the tip of Leo's cockhead. Her wet muzzle slipped down just underneath the crown, and he felt her tongue flick against the underside of his tip. The raspy feel of her tongue against him made him jerk upwards a touch, which forced her up, though her breasts never left his shaft. It did make her release him from his muzzle though, but when only the tip showed between her bosom she flickflicked the tip of her tongue against his tip, which leaked copiously with his pre-cum.

He panted, he squirmed, but in actuality, he only lasted a few strokes like that, young and inexperienced as he was, before he felt his balls tighten and his hips push up. "I'm comin'..." was all he managed before he came. She could feel the tightening as well, and knew what was coming, but she just stroked quickly and ducked her head down and captured his tip in her muzzle as he let loose heavy jets of his seed into her. He grunted as she sucked gamely, though even with as experienced as she was, the sheer volume of his cum soon seeped out around the side of her lips and dripped down onto her breasts. He pumped a few more short loads before his peak eased off and she released him, though not without a few more strings decorating the fur across her breasts,

"Mmmm, such a big load you had there sugar, I bet it's been quite a while since you've...handled business yourself, hasn't it." She licked her muzzle, getting up a few more droplets, though that didn't get the white decorations added to her chest fur.

He dropped back a bit and panted, though a blush still crept up the sides of his muzzle and into his ear, "Umm...no Ma'am, err... Clarisse it's been quite a while, and my apologies for not lasting longer."

She laughed and stood up, which provoked a sheepish grin until he realized she wasn't laughing at him, per se. She walked over to a washing bucket at the side of her vanity and casually took a washcloth to the semen staining her chest as she replied,

"Oh sugar, I didn't expect you to last any longer," her eyes gleamed with that same amusement, "I just wanted to take the edge off so you can have more fun next round, and the way you obviously loved on my breasts, I figured that'd get you there fast."

She walked back over to the bed and reached for the ties on her bustle. With deft fingers, she undid them quickly as she looked over Leo's body, "Besides, I bet I know how I can get you up and ready to go again right quick," she continued as she stepped out of the last bit of clothing on her body.

This left her completely nude, and Leo couldn't resist a look over her. The cream stripe did indeed go all the way down her body and between her thighs, where he found he couldn't help it; he had to get a look at her intimate womanly places. Nor was she overly shy about it, as she stood with legs slightly spread, so he saw the lightly furred mound, and even got a glimpse of her sex underneath, the fur all ready matted somewhat in a way that thought showed that she might even be as ready as him.

She smiled as she climbed up onto the bed and straddled his hips, "Like what you see sugar?" She prompted him with an amused question.

"Yes, very much..." he replied, as he wondered if he'd ever get that blush off his muzzle.

Her smile widened as she settled down. His cock hadn't softened fully yet, so the warm, moist wetness of her womanhood pressed down onto the underside of his shaft. He blinked and bucked up a tad; surprised as he felt a twitch of life from his tumescent length. She bent over him and captured his muzzle between her paws, then leaned down into a warm kiss. Her rough tongue played with his broader, longer one as he soon pressed back into the kiss, while his hands slid around her waist and held her close. As the kiss progressed, he felt her breasts press to his chest, and a moment later he felt a subtle shift and move of her hips. She ground against him and stroked her damp, heated sex along his length. She coated him with a warm wetness as she settled down on him. He let loose a moan into her mouth as he felt his cock getting hard once again, while her hips shifted slowly back and forth,

"That's it sugar...I knew you'd recover fast...and ohh that's delicious," she emphasized the words as she rolled her hips and dragged her folds practically the full length of Leo's shaft.

They ground together, while without words she taught him how to kiss. Her heat kept moving back and forth while her lips and tongue taught him the soft places, the times when you should kiss hard and passionately, when a playful flick of the tongue is preferable to hungry lusty kisses, and when a nip on the throat or lips will get you hotter than anything else. He could feel the ache deep down as she stroked along his length, a less intense mirror of the feeling he had just before he came as they built together. He even grew in confidence enough that he started stroking over her back, ribs and sides, which provoked more sounds of pleasure, and delicious purrs that he felt as vibrations through her chest. Eventually, he felt her shift up and slide a hand down his body, a gentle guiding caress, and a shift of her thighs at the top of one grinding stroke, and he felt the tip of his shaft at the entrance to her treasured place. With a mutual groan of pleasure, she shifted down and took the first couple of inches of him into her body. She held there a moment, as he got accustomed to the wet, warm, tightness that surrounded him as she rose up a little bit,

"Mmmmmrrrm...now there's the proper use for this lovely thing, I think." Her eyes gleamed with lust, and her chest heaved a bit with deep breaths while he licked his muzzle and looked up to her.

"I...think I've never felt anything better," he replied.

"Oh sugar, there's much more than this," she replied, and then shifted down and enveloped another inch into her heat.

She purred and shifted up onto her knees, so he saw his long black cock between her thighs as it entered into her spread open wetness. She settled back and sunk down; his cock slid into her and disappeared until just an inch or so was outside her pussy. She rested her hands back onto his thighs and smiled down to him,

"Mmmm, you get me nice and full sugar, you feel so good," she commented as she clenched her thighs, which he felt around his shaft as a squeezing, firm pressure which provoked another groan from him,

"You were right...it gets better," he exclaimed, which provoked another rich laugh from her.

"Yes it does sweety." She purred, as she leaned back onto his hips, "and you can watch it get better," she continued, as she rolled her hips.

To Leo the sensations were amazing as she rocked her hips, he could practically feel every muscle, and every inch of heat as she shifted and moved against him. The wetness slickened her strokes, but made them no less intense as she ground down against him, which at the same time added to the erotic sight as he could see her cock splitting her between her thighs. It fascinated him the way she could take in as much of his length as she wanted at a time, her hips would rotate, gyrate, and pump up and down while he rested his hands on her thighs and savored the sensations of that delicious wetness sliding along his length. He almost didn't notice when she bent forward and brushed her muzzle to his in another kiss,

"Mmmm, as much as I like having my own play toy, it's customary for you to join in as well," her voice may still have teased him, but there was an underlying pleasure, and lust to her voice that made it something of a pleaded request as well.

He nodded to her and ran his hands along her sides to her ass, and when she bent over further he stroked up into her body. She gasped and nodded at that, which encouraged him as he thrust up to meet her grinding and rocking motions. It intensified the sensation immensely when he joined in, and that dull aching pleasure started building again as he panted along with her. He also abandoned her shapely ass and slid his hands around, back to her breasts. She pressed against his chest and rose enough when she felt his hands move, which gave him access. He returned to her soft mounds, squeezing them firmly this time, pinching the nipples in time with his upwards thrusts, while she mewled and gasped above him. He found she reacted particularly strongly when he flicked his thumbs across her nipples, especially when he timed it with his thrusts. He focused on her, watching her expressions as he tried fighting the mounting pleasure between his thighs. Then he noticed she'd reached down as well, her fingertips stroked between her thighs, above where they joined, at the little button of her clit.

"Oh yes sugar...that's it! II want to feel you so deeply...you're doing so well...I'm gonna cumm..."

The last came out as an exclamation, more than a word, as she rubbed vigorously on her pearl. A moment later, he felt her clench down hard on him, every inner muscle, and every slickened inch that enveloped his length squeezed and tried to keep him from escaping, even as it seemed like she was intent on milking him for everything he was worth. He gritted his teeth and groaned as that dull pleasure became a spike of intense, near agony as his body reacted to her climax,

"Oh gods Clarisse, I'm cumming...again!"

She didn't withdraw, as he didn't really give her a chance, nor did she give him a chance, as her climax continued and kept him inside her as he felt the pulses of his peak pass through him. If possible, it was even more intense than his first climax as he felt spurt after spurt of his cum join her wetness between them. He grasped almost feverishly to her breasts as he jerked up again, and though her climax passed, it seemed his went on and on as he emptied his balls into her heat.

Alas, the two of them couldn't sustain their respective climaxes indefinitely, and too soon for him, he felt the aching ease, though not before a couple more weak spurts of his seed joined the others between her thighs. It created a mess between them as it spilled out of her. It matted down their respective fur coats as she dropped down full length along him and rested her head on his chest. He felt her purring through that contact, as her hands stroked up and down his sides lightly.

"Oh sugarfur, that was wonderful...I think you might be one greenhorn that even put me through my paces," her voice was sultry, a low purr deep in her throat, though it seemed like it came from a long distance as he realized he felt a great lassitude come over him.

He stifled a yawn, but wrapped his hands around her waist and tugged her up close, trying not to dislodge his still softening cock from between her thighs. He kissed her, and that time he barely suppressed his yawn, which provoked a low giggle from her.

"Mmm, that's all right sugar, I know how you burn up fast your first time...you can sleep." She softened the comment, while she gave him soft kisses on either side of his muzzle, "I guess you'll just have to come back again with your fortune soon for lesson number two on building that endurance," she commented in that same amused tone.

The last thing he remembered before slipping into the deepest sleep he could remember was when he replied, "Yes Ma'am," before sleep overtook him.

*

Sunlight found Leo somehow beneath covers he didn't remember crawling into, but without anyone else occupying the bed with him. He woke slowly, as he realized that it really wasn't a dream, his lack of clothes under the covers certainly confirmed that, not to mention the lingering sweet, spicy scent on the covers next to him. He stretched and groaned, before he caught a glimpse of a chair set up nice and neatly next to the door. On it was his clothes, neatly folded, a small bag, and an envelope with the word "Sugar" written on it in beautiful script. Next to it, his backpack and his rucksack awaited him.

He stretched and slowly unfolded himself, one muscle at a time. Some muscles he was definitely not used to using complained, but he felt better than he had in some time. He shifted and stood up and walked over from the bed to the chair, heedless of his nudity, since he was sure if anyone were there to see him, he wouldn't mind the observation. The envelope enticed him; he turned it over and withdrew a simple folded note, written in the same flowing script,

I thought you could use a good sleep before you headed out into that wide world Sugar. So I let you alone when it was time for me to leave, the world doesn't wait for anyone, after all, as much as we might want it to now and again. I hope you find what you want and need out there, and so you have a few...reminders of what waits you back here I packed you a little care package.

Be as safe as you can, since I expect you to come on back, you have quite a few lessons to go, and I would be pleased as peach to teach them to you.

Good luck, and regards,

Clarisse*

Leo smiled and brought the letter up to his nostrils, where he inhaled that sweet scent one more time, she'd sprayed the paper with it so that it lingered as yet another reminder. He opened the bag, which revealed some dried fruits, and candied rinds, a few other sweets, and even a couple of fresh oranges and lemons. He shook his head, while the smile just couldn't leave his lips as he packed the gifts away, dressed, and left to his fortune.

*

It was a month later, and Leo stood on the ridge overlooking a huge valley. No claim sites made themselves known, and no columns of smoke showed other camps where mines or prospectors made their claim. A stream ran down the side of the hill to his left, a glittering trail that reflected the light just as it came up over the mountain. The world was awash in greens and grays, white and brown, all the colors of forest and rock, and nature that never saw the touch of 'civilized man'.

Leo perched on the ridge and chewed thoughtfully on the last little bits of the fresh orange in Clarisse's care package. He inhaled deeply of the fresh air and pitched the rind off down the valley. It bounced and tumbled as his eyes followed the flash of orange down to the rocks beside the stream, where it rolled finally to a stop next to a boulder that rested against the water and formed a natural eddy as it travelled around it. When it stopped, he caught a gleam from the ground next to it as the sun glinted off something...shiny. Something bright, something warm and something with a color that no prospector would ever mistake, something that Leo didn't doubt would make his fortune.