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Finally! While we hadn't been counting the days, Ginger and I had been angling for another forest hike, and after the last one went so well, gaining permission was easier. Better yet, at this point my father had finally had a chance to check the pond and allowed us to go swimming in it. This meant we had to go on the hike wearing our swimsuits, but this wasn't a problem in the slightest.

And so, it was shortly after breakfast that we met up again, equipped with towels in addition to our lunch. I was wearing a light shirt and my dark blue trunks, while Ginger had on a lime-green one-piece and was wearing shorts over the bottom portion. With reassuring waves, we waved to my mother - yet again, circumstances had conspired such that we were unlikely to be snuck up upon - and made our familiar way into the woods.

"Are you ready?" I asked her once we were well out of earshot. Ginger gave me a curious look, then grinned.

"A cup of water poured slowly into the toilet. Yeah, I'm ready."

I laughed, wagging my tail. "I did the same thing last time," I admitted, which caused her to giggle.

While we did chat a bit while we made our way to the pond, there were fewer distractions this time, as we both remembered the deal we had made, despite not having spoken again of it since then.

We set up our picnic area on the far side of the water just in case anyone did come by. Then we got down to business, so to speak. "How bad do you have to go?" I wondered.

"Pretty bad," Ginger admitted, then grinned shyly. "I wouldn't want to have another staring contest." I was surprised, then pleased, by the way she'd recovered from that embarrassing event by making a joke of it.

"Not this time," I replied with a chuckle and another tailwag. She unbuttoned her shorts and put them safely away, started reaching for one of the shoulder-straps of her swimsuit, then paused, looking shy again. "Can... you get undressed first?" she wondered.

I considered this - within the specific terms of our deal I might be able to make a case of insisting that she go first - but decided to grant her favor. It might come in useful later if I wanted to make a change of my own. "Okay," I nodded. Tugging off my shirt was easy enough. Untying and removing my trunks took more courage, as there was no layer of underwear between them and my groin this time. But knowing that I'd exposed myself to her before made it easier this time, and soon I was standing naked in front of her, shyly rubbing one footpaw with another and forcing my hands to not cover myself. "Your turn," I prompted.

Ginger started at my remark, as her eyes had immediately been drawn to my exposed sheath again, then nodded and gathered up her own bravery. She undid one shoulder strap, then the other, and started snaking the one-piece down to her hips. She hesitated, then bent over slightly as she tugged them down her legs to her ankles, stepped out of them, then slowly forced herself to straighten up. I could see right away that she didn't have the sheath and balls that I had, but I couldn't make out just what she had. Still, though, this was the first time I'd seen her entirely nude, and I had to take a moment to savor the sight.

Divested of her clothes, I could see the way her amber-gold pelt faded into a yellowed cream along her belly, climbing from her waist until just at the notch of her neck. Covering what I could see of her rump were a dusting of brown spreckles, no bigger than dimes, and realized those were the cub-spots that the lions had which I'd heard about but had never seen. At the top of her chest, where her fur was thinnest, I could see a couple slight bumps, much like mine except perhaps a hair more prominent. With her legs held tightly together, though, and her tail curled around at calf-length to keep them that way, that was about all I could see.

Still, I knew she had to pee from someplace, so I figured it was where I couldn't see. "Can you, uh," I shyly requested, and shifted my stance, moving my feet farther apart. One of her ears tilted back and the other to the side, in an expression I'd come to recognize as a blush. Nodding slightly, she forced her tail to uncoil, and shifted her posture.

Moving closer, I had my first look at a female's mound, and from that moment, only feline vaginas ever looked 'normal' to me. I'd not yet seen that of my own kind, or any other race, leaving hers as the example by which all others would be judged. Admittedly, though, my first look wasn't very impressive. There was a line and a hint of an indentation, and... that was it, really. I felt sort of let down at first, giving her a confused look. "Where do you pee from?" I wondered.

"From here," she replied nervously, gesturing to but not touching that small crease. "I can't do it standing up or it'll run all down my leg. I have to squat down." While I digested this, she demonstrated, dropping easily into the aforementioned squat with her tail lifted slightly to aid her balance. This, however, made what I was looking almost entirely disappear, and I made a slight whine of disapproval, which brought her head up to look at me again.

"I can't see that way," I protested, and thought for just a moment. "Can you lie on your back with your legs apart?"

Ginger considered my proposal, looking a little dubious, then nodded. "I think so," she replied. Glancing around for a clean spot of ground, she moved, sat entirely down, then laid back after keeping her tail out of the way. Steeling herself, she forced her legs apart more widely than before, her knees slightly lifted. The spreading of her legs better revealed that small crease between them, normally almost hidden between her thighs.

Fascinated, I moved closer to get a better look, moving up against one of her legs and kneeling down beside her. The fur around the area was thin, fading entirely as it reached the slight line of black nestled there, and it had a look of sensitivity about it. Her tail, lying to one side, thumped the ground repeatedly at her embarrassment at being viewed so intently this way, but she was clearly not going to allow that to stop her.

"I don't want to make a mess," she explained, which confused me as she reached down a finger and gently rubbed it over the small seam of that mound. When her finger retracted, I could see that she'd spread herself open slightly, revealing pinkish inner skin beyond the black-edged lips that reminded me of... well, of my own erection, really, although I didn't make the logical connection. Not then. I could see that it went a short way into her, but that was all. "Here goes," she murmured, resting that hand just below her belly and applying slight pressure. Her mound clenched slightly, and before my eyes I saw another small bulge of skin just inside open up around a bit of her pee. I was startled by that, as it didn't explain what the obviously bigger hole was for... and then she gave a shuddering sigh and her stream sprayed forth in earnest.

I might have precision and dexterity, but I could see in moments that Ginger had me beat in sheer quantity. Her stream was thick and powerful, yet nowhere near as coherent, pattering against the ground beyond the end of her feet in a light rainfall. "Can you aim it at all?" I inquired, still watching with rapt attention.

The lioness girl shook her head slightly. "Not really. I mean, I can sort of... well...." She trailed off, then gathered her nerve, her expression suggesting an even more furious blush as she invited, "You can touch it. You'll see what I mean."

Puzzled, then intrigued, I squatted down against her hip, then gently reached down and did as she invited, marveling that I was touching a girl's privates for the first time ever. As expected, her young mound was soft and pliable, lacking any of the occasional firmness of my erection. My fingers moving closer to her vaginal lips, a bit of slight tugging revealed that the hole her stream was coming out of was anchored to the rest of her slit, and anything beyond a slight change would require her to move her hips. No wonder she'd looked so enviously at me last time!

For all that her own torrent was powerful, it was also short-lived, which I remembered from the last incident as well. Her stream soon tapered off, ending in a slight dribble between her legs to puddle just above the base of her tail, and leaving her young vulva looking damp. The sight of it sent a spike of heat through my sheath, and I glanced up to smile at Ginger, only to see that her own gaze was fixed between my own slightly spread legs. Looking down, I discovered to my immense surprise that I was fully erect, and almost achingly hard. Certainly harder than I ever remembered being before. Another one of those spikes went through me, and I was further amazed to see a drop of something clear drip out of the very tip. Puzzled, I reached down to rub at it, and confirmed that it wasn't pee. It was slicker, almost sticky, and not really like anything I'd touched before. Ginger noticed and wondered curiously, "Are you peeing again?"

I shook my head, still mystified. "It's... no. I'm not, and this doesn't feel like it. I don't know what it is." As we watched, another small drop beaded up, and I had a new idea after observing the way she was looking at me. "Tell you what," I suggested, giving her another one of my lupine grins, "If we roll onto our sides, I can touch yours while you touch mine, and as soon as either one of us is done, the other stops. Fair?"

Ginger had to consider this for another few moments, then nodded, her tuft swatting the ground once. "Deal," she agreed.

It took us a minute to find another spot, since the first one... well, smelled like her pee. But eventually we got ourselves situated on our sides, with my head lying just below her hips and hers in a similar position. I hardly needed to move, as my still-stiff length barely had any hang to it, but Ginger did have to lift her upper leg to expose her young vulva to me.

I could feel the feline immediately bring up her slim hands to investigate my length again, causing me to jerk and twitch as she ran her fingerpads over its exposed surface. She wasn't quite sure what to make of the dripping liquid at the tip, but her feline curiosity got the better of her in the end, delicately touching it. Startled by how it immediately clung to her pad, she tried to wipe it off on my puppyhood, only to realize that it made rubbing it so much easier. "How strange," she murmured, but I was too distracted to answer her.

With her privates so invitingly offered to me, I was doing some exploring of my own, delicately playing with the outer lips of that strangely inviting cleft. I wasn't sure how insistent I could be, but my gentle touches didn't seem to be raising any complaints. Reaching in a short ways I spread her sex open a little wider, and was rewarded with the view of her inner tunnel, as well as the little hole her pee had come from, and another peculiar bump a short distance above it. Curious, I brushed it with my finger, and was startled by her reaction.

Ginger made a surprised noise, her groin clenching shut tightly enough to push my fingers out, and her own grip around my shaft tightened for a few moments. "Oh... okay," the lioness girl said after a few moments, looking equally surprised at the way she reacted. "That felt... really weird." She looked at my puppyhood for a few more moments, then forced herself to release it, clearly done with our exchange, which resolved our deal.

It was hard to say who was more disappointed, but I figured we'd both pushed our luck enough for one day. Still, my investigations had left me with another unanswered question, which I put to her. "How deep does that... go? Between your legs?"

Still a little shocked by the reaction of my touching her there, Ginger shook her head, lowering her legs and sitting up as I did the same. "I don't know," she admitted. "I'd... never looked before."

Even then, the idea that it might be deep enough for my stiff penis didn't occur to either of us... but we were certainly closer to the concept than we'd ever come before.

All at once, we both suddenly felt a little too naked, and we quickly put our swimming gear back on, even if each of us did glance at the other getting dressed a few times. It would always be different, I now understood, to know what was between that spot hidden between her underwear, wondering how it moved about and what it felt like to have one of what she had. I could only wonder if she felt the same, but the moment to ask felt like it had passed me by.

"Well, c'mon, let's go swimming," I suggested to break the uneasy mood, and lept into the pool before she could suggest otherwise. On the upside, it seemed she had the same idea, as her own splash followed mine moments later.

As we played in the pool, I knew this wouldn't be the last time we'd investigate our differences. Another opportunity would come, I was sure of it.