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It was August, now, and while the temperatures were still quite warm, Ginger and I were running out of summer to take advantage of it. Unfortunately, our free time was not entirely our own, as there were various trips and commitments and other things that had kept us from getting together long enough. But a weekend had finally aligned, and we'd managed - pretty easily, at that - to wrangle permission to entertain ourselves for most of the day, the only requirement being that we were back before dinner. As it was still some three hours prior to lunch, that gave us an excess of time.

Within the hour, the two of us were headed back into the woods, again with our swimsuits worn under our clothes, and several assurances that we'd be home before dark. My father had seemed slightly hesitant to let us go this time, but in the end he subsided. It was a warning that there might come a time soon that Ginger and I might not be able to make these trips unescorted, which would force us to find other means of securing some privacy.

The hours towards noon passed fairly quickly as we meandered into the forest, taking a slightly different trail to the pond just for variety, and for most of that time our conversation circled around what we'd done during the summer while we'd been separated. Nora had not been back over, and had apparently kept quiet about what we'd done. Ginger also shared that one of her other friends, Lynda - a young fox I'd met before, but rarely interacted with - had expressed an interest in coming here, although Ginger had not yet thought of a way to include her in our little 'club'.

I mentioned that dragging them along and arranging things so that they really had to pee had worked so far, which caused her to laugh, although we both admitted that there was still risk involved in adding anyone else. In the end, we decided that if she did come with us at some point, we'd just... play things by ear. A more subtle approach would probably be more effective.

By the time we reached the pond, we were both panting - despite the shade of the forest, it was still a hot August summer day - so we shucked our outer clothes and jumped into the pond first, instead. While it too was warm, it was still more comfortable than we'd been. After a short time of relaxation and light horseplay, we both got out and had our lunch.

It wasn't long after we finished that Ginger winced slightly, her tail flicking once, and she reached down towards her lower belly. "Oops. Timber, I need to pee."

This caused an immediate and now-familiar twinge in my groin as I looked at her in surprise, then started to smile. "How about we warm up the way we did last time," I suggested, then added with a sly grin, "Except without the suits?"

Ginger laughed cheerfully, shaking her head, while her whispers splayed out in distinct amusement. "Told you you'd like it," she said, her voice cheerfully accusatory. I could only wag my tail; she was more or less right, after all, although it had more to do with Ginger than of the act itself. After thinking over my suggestion, her response was to reach for her shoulder straps before slowly snaking her one-piece suit off of her body.

As I was already growing comfortable with being unclothed around my friend, I got out of my swim trunks, only hampered by the way my tail wouldn't stop wagging and was getting in the way. Once our swimsuits had been removed and were hung out of the way to dry on a branch with our other clothes, I found a comfortable spot to lay down on my back. This, at least, helped to still my tail, now that more of my weight was resting on it.

I watched as Ginger took up her position over me, her legs straddling my sides, while she squatted as much as she could while still remaining comfortable. While last time she had actually sat down on my hips, this time she chose a different position, and I wasn't about to complain. Her young leonine slit looked so perfect to me, the slight black edging around those outer lips contrasting wonderfully with the amber fur around that mounded region. With the opening slightly parted, I could see the hint of a deeper red inside, so like my own penis that was already starting to peek out from the tip of my sheath, as I angled it up towards her.

On the count of three we both released, and the warmth was incredible. While I was tracing more random patterns into her underside with my narrow stream, her torrent sprayed out from that soft nub within those lips, spread distinctly open by the force of her spray as it rapidly soaked my fur from my hips to my chest. I did my best to fight back by directing my stream under her tail, and right into the mouth of her vagina, but it simply couldn't compete with hers.

The only advantage I usually had was duration, but as I hadn't needed to go as badly as her, we finished at approximately the same time. While I'd done an admirable job of wetting her underside and her thighs, she'd comprehensively beaten me. I might be more soaked if she'd upended a full bucket of water on me, but only just. "You weren't kidding," I said, impressed, and Ginger giggled, her ears pinkening slightly with a blush. "When you have to go, you mean it."

Ginger giggled again, then stepped off of me. "Now that you're all wet again," she told me teasingly, "Let's go swimming again."

"Without our suits?" I exclaimed in surprise, then wondered why the concept surprised me so much.

Before I could correct that, Ginger grinned and answered, "There's no one else here, and what else is there to hide? Besides, I wanna try it."

That was enough to get me to agree as I sat up, then got to my feet, and the two of us splashed back into the pond.

While the comfortably-warm water surged around us, I wondered why neither of us had thought of trying to go skinny-dipping before. For me I suppose it wasn't so different, although the current flowing more directly around my erect shaft was a new sensation. Ginger seemed to luxuriate in it even more, as she had otherwise always worn a full-body one-piece suit before. After enjoying the sensations for a few minutes, Ginger suggested a game of Marco Polo, which I readily agreed to. It was certainly more difficult with just the two of us, but it was a great challenge to our comparative hearing and ability to move about quietly. Even emerging from the pond to re-enter at a different point was legal, if we could be quiet about it.

We played until the game degenerated into plain chasing, and in this arena I had the slight edge, as I was a more adaptable swimmer than the lioness. Diving down a short ways in front of her, I circled around, then kicked up off the bottom, erupting in a tower of water to grab her from behind. That was the idea, anyway; she'd anticipated me enough to swirl in place and face me as I grabbed her around her back. My slight erection - which had subsided but hadn't even fully gone away - got caught between her legs, then slipped up to nuzzle just to one side of her vagina, before pressing firmly against her lower belly. We gazed at each other in shocked realization. Although it'd been the background motivation towards this recent trip, neither of us had so much as talked about it since Nora had mentioned it, but now it all came rushing back.

"Let's... let's get out of the water," Ginger said softly, and I nodded my head. The mood had abruptly changed, from one of fun if slightly naughty-feeling play to... something even more private, that felt dangerous in the way swimming naked hadn't felt.

Once we were out of the pond, Ginger shook first, and I followed suit just far enough away to not contribute to showering her again. Despite that, our fur was still damp, and so I went over to the picnic cloth instead of laying down on the forest floor, not wanting to immediately get dirt and sand matted in my fur again. I sat down, then leaned until I was flat on my back again, looking up at Ginger.

There were fewer words now, despite that we weren't actually uncomfortable. It just felt... Adult, in a way we could not express or define, and that had our nerves more on edge than anything else we'd done yet.

So, it was an unusually subdued and pensive Ginger that straddled me once more, her feminine feline vagina more visible now due to the soaking in the pond as she started to sit down, then hesitated. "How do you make that... stuff come out?" she wondered quietly, even though we were unquestionably alone.

"It... just happens," I said, not entirely sure what made it start. My reddish penis was fully exposed already, but it didn't yet have that telltale throbbing feeling. My gaze lingered between her legs, and I timidly asked, "Can I touch it?" Ginger would have bit her lip as she could, her whiskers instead flicking back to press against her cheeks, but she slowly nodded.

Reaching out a hand, I gently slid it up her leg, caressing her amber fur, until my fingers were resting against that soft, private spot. Delicately, using the ball of my index finger, I started rubbing her there, stroking over and slightly between the soft lips of her mound, shivering slightly at the warmth I could feel radiating out.

Ginger's tail quivered at my touch, flicking in sharp snaps as I stroked her young vagina, and from the soft purr she started to make, it was obvious that she was enjoying it. We continued like that for over a minute, maybe five, before her eyes flicked down and she smiled. "Timber," she purred, "you're leaking again."

This time I looked down, and saw that the tip of my penis had swelled out as it had only rarely done so far, and not only was that clear fluid present, but it had already dribbled out to make a small pool of the stuff on my belly. I swallowed and reluctantly pulled my hand away, then - with a calm I didn't really feel - I smeared the sticky, slick stuff over my exposed shaft until it was glistening. Looking up at my closest friend, I gave her one more opportunity to step away. "Ginger, are you sure you want to try this?"

To her credit, the lioness girl did seriously consider it, hesitating for several long seconds before smiling down at me. "Yeah. You're my best friend, Timber. Who else would I try it with?" she asked rhetorically.

Despite my own uncertainty, I had to admit she had a point. I still had qualms about trying this with Nora anyway, which left my remaining pool of options at precisely empty. So, with a slight nod, I used my hand to bend my canine shaft upwards, watching as the clear stuff continued to leak out of the tip in small droplets. "Ginger," I said, then hesitated. I wanted to say something, but it was something boys didn't say. Not if they didn't want to be teased mercilessly, by both other boys and girls. But my best friend was different, which is why I had to say it, even though it wanted to get stuck in my throat. "I... I l-love... y-y-you," I forced out, my voice stammering.

She gave me a warm smile, the warmest one I'd seen before, and her purr became even louder. "I know that, you silly wolf," she gently chided me. "I wouldn't try this with anyone else." She started slowly lowering her body, squatting down further, sinking to her knees as our hips got closer. With a shyness I didn't hear from her very often, she murmured, "I love you too, Timber." Then, just moments before we touched, she added slyly, "But don't think this makes you Alpha!"

I wanted to make some clever response to that, but the wave of relief that passed through me at her reply took my breath away for several crucial seconds... and by the time I was able to focus again, I felt the heat of her vagina touch my penis. I think we both gasped, though I couldn't hear hers over my own. I watched as the tip nudged at her mound, poking between those black-edged lips, then felt it slide further back, sliding into the hole I'd found with my finger previously.

My hips bucked up, unexpectedly, and I promptly whined in apology... but it was more than that. The sensation of having even that small bit of myself pushed inside her felt like nothing I could explain, or even describe, and it was at least partially responsible for that sound. I suddenly wanted more of it in her, but I forced myself to allow Ginger to lead.

Ginger winced slightly at my unexpected lift, but after glancing down and realizing I didn't mean it, she didn't say anything besides to keep smiling down at me. Using her tail to help her balance, she used her hands to gently spread her young vaginal lips wider, with one finger pressing against my stiff penis as she slowly slid down, and the first inch or so disappeared inside.

"Oooh," I groaned softly, reveling in the sensation of her tight, cramped opening parting around me, gripping the head of my shaft with a liquid heat. I had to fight to not buck my hips again, and while I was successful, it was a close call. "Ginger, this feels... wow. Do you....?"

"Shh," Ginger said, still purring, and I realized I could start to feel that gentle vibration through our intimate connection, which made me even harder. "It's... weird, but good weird. Hush now." I hushed, and kept my quiet except for my soft sounds of delight as the leonine girl squatted further, and further still. The way that inner grip hugged my erection... I had to agree. It was weird, but a good weird, an absolutely delightful weird, a weird I'd be happy to do again any day.

It took time, and at least twice Ginger had to pull back slightly before pushing down again - a sensation that was equally delightful - but eventually she sat down fully on my hips. I had a perfect view as she pulled her hands away of her lips coming to rest against the rolled-back skin of my sheath, almost kissing me there, while there was barely any other pinkish-red to be seen. To our shared surprise, I'd fit entirely inside, and it felt better for me every second. Her own purring only grew louder as she reached down to rub at her lower belly, and I could feel that slight pressure against my length.

At least my desire to thrust deeper was gone, although I still felt like I needed to do... something. So, with a smile, I reached out to gently hold her thighs, and ran my hands up to her hips before starting to rock her forward and back a little. This new sensation was, if I could even compare them, even more delightful. With a sound of approval, Ginger moved her hands to my chest and repeated the action, slowly rocking with more intensity. Even that wasn't quite enough to generate the reaction I'd given her earlier, though, and while I felt better than I ever had, I didn't have the feeling they'd tried to describe. It still felt wonderful, though, and her grip around my length was tighter than it'd ever been.

We finally decided we'd pushed our luck enough for one day, and Ginger finally attempted to stand up... only to make a gasp of alarm and sit back down suddenly after only about an inch of my length came out. As she'd stood, I felt a tug and a resistance I'd never noticed before.

What neither of us had yet known about was the bulging knot that wolves have. Ginger's glance at her anatomy book had been for felines, and I didn't have a book in my house that I'd been able to put my hands on... nor had it ever presented itself before. But under the sheer pleasure and sensations of having my length fully within a girl, it had swelled up and neither of us had noticed. The only saving grace is that I'd at least heard of it, although I'd suspected it might be a made-up thing, or something that gray wolves had and timber wolves didn't, as my vague references had been for the more common race.

"Timber, what.. why won't you come out?!" Ginger exclaimed, her eyes opening wide, her purr breaking up with growing panic as she tried to tug herself free with the same results as last time.

Even that tug felt good, but I was also worried about what might happen if I couldn't get out. "I, uh, I think it's a knot... I didn't know I had one. I thought only gray wolves had it... I've never seen it before!"

While Ginger's hostility faded at my honesty, her panic was still present. "What do we do now?"

This was one of the few times her dominance in our relationship was absent, but as had happened on the few other rare times, I was too distracted to notice, focused on the problem at hand. I didn't have a great answer, but I pulled the best one I could together out of the little I'd read and our prior experiences. "I... I made you feel really good by moving my finger," I said after several second's thought. "Maybe if I do that with my penis, I'll feel what you were talking about and it'll go away."

The lioness girl looked skeptical, but she was worried enough about being caught - as was I - that she went along with it, despite her doubts. She lifted herself gingerly, then sat back down, and gave me an uncertain look. "Like this?" she wondered.

As before, the sliding sensation was delightful, but I knew it wasn't going to work like that. "Let's... switch places," I suggested, and after some shifting and rolling, and a bit more tugging, Ginger ended up with her back on the picnic cloth. We even managed to not wrinkle it too badly.

Now that I was on top of her, looking down into her wide, frightened eyes, I lowered my head and gently pressed my nose to her, making a soft, reassuring noise. "Don't worry, Ginger... we'll get out of this." The lioness girl still had her doubts, but clung to the hope I was offering, that I was holding firmly onto for the both of us.

Now that I had the freedom to move, I did, first slowly rocking my hips forward, then pulling back until the bulge of my knot stopped me. I repeated the action a second time, then a third, gaining more confidence with my range each time, and for the first time I noticed her vagina had tight little rings inside that I could feel rippling over my penis.

Within a few minutes I started panting, some instinct urging me to move faster. I watched Ginger, but she didn't seem to mind. In fact, her panicked look had subsided, starting to fade into that faraway expression she'd worn the first time she had... whatever feeling that was. Taking that as a promising sign, I went with what my body was urging me to do, and started thrusting against her in earnest, the near-entirety of my awareness focused on what was happening between my legs.

Suddenly Ginger cried out, her voice raised in the best attempt at a roar she could make at her age, and her hands gripped my sides tightly. But not as tightly as the inside of her leonine vagina gripped me, and I could feel as well as hear some of our warm liquid spurting out from around our union. But some instinct told me to keep going, and the lioness girl certainly wasn't pushing me away.

Only moments later, I felt a certain trembling low in my body, along with the dim sensation of my lupine testicles tightening against my belly. I didn't know what the feeling was or what it meant, but resisting it was impossible. Even the idea of resisting it was impossible. It picked me up and carried me along, while I gave Ginger a few last powerful thrusts, the final one unknowingly pressing my pointed tip firmly against her cervix. I trembled there, drawing in a deep breath... then howled my exultation! This, THIS was the feeling Ginger and Nora had talked about, but it was so much greater than I'd imagined, a wave of sensation sweeping through my body, causing every joint, every muscle to stiffen and clench. It was only moments later that I could feel myself spurting something into Ginger, deep inside where I could go no farther. It felt sort of like peeing, but mostly not, leaving my penis in heavy, powerful clenches, splashing inside Ginger and adding to the considerable warmth that was already there.

The two of us lay there, shuddering and shaking, for at least ten minutes as the aftershock of that fantastic experience faded. While I'd felt the occasional squeeze against my erection within her, and I could also sense the occasional light squirt of whatever it was I was giving her, soon both feelings faded, and I could distinctly tell that I was finally shrinking. I sat up again from where I had mostly been laying atop Ginger, gently applying rearward force. There was still some slight resistance, but before either of us could get worried, the substantially-reduced girth of my knot slid out of her vagina, followed by the rest of my diminishing length. "It worked!" I exclaimed, delighted to have gotten out of our unexpected predicament.

Ginger was still a little worried about what we'd done, but her own relief was palpable as we separated, and she slowly sat up. She gently prodded at her vagina, which was apparently sensitive to her touch at the moment, but aside from being a little wet, it bore few signs of our activity. "Did... did you pee in me?" she wondered, her voice somewhere between curious and accusatory.

I shook my head, glancing down at my softening penis that was slowly retreating into my sheath. "It wasn't pee... but it was something," I conceded. "Maybe more of that clear stuff? It's never happened to me before." I looked at her feline sex myself, but whatever was in there was trapped within her body and didn't seem to be in a hurry to pour out. "Maybe you'd... better stand up? In case it won't stay?"

Putting a hand to her belly, Ginger nodded her agreement and slowly got to her feet. She kept her head down as though expecting something to gush out of her, but in that respect we were both disappointed. Or relieved, more accurately, since it increased the chances that no one would know what we did. Before I could make any other suggestion, she said, "Let's get back into the pond with our swimsuits, so it'll look like we went swimming before going home."

I nodded; even without glancing at the time I knew we'd been here for a while, and we'd best be on our way back home. We did exactly what Ginger suggested, using the pond as more of a bath to clean ourselves, before returning home. By the time we'd finished hiking out, we'd dried enough to put our other clothes back on over our swimsuits. We both knew that the freedom of summer was about over, and that we'd shared something tremendously special that we were not going to talk about for some time. But I also knew that it wasn't the last time we'd play together like we had.

The way Ginger looked at me before she went into her house, she knew it wasn't the last time, either.