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It was the beginning of autumn, the trees only just beginning to show their color. A warm wind still blew about the base of the Great Mountain, rustling through the gardens of the small village lying at its base. The days were shortening, however, a fact that was not lost on the young feline male as he stared toward the distant peak of the Mountain, rising like a single fang from the flatlands. He sighed, nostalgia flooding him as he remembered the long days of running through the fields and climbing the trees in the forest on the borders of the village, the forest in which he now lived.

The young teen took one last look at the lonely peak through the branches of the still-green trees and turned back to his duties. Hefting the single-bladed axe in both hands, he brought it slashing down, cleaving the small log before him in two. Chopping firewood. Not exactly how he would choose to spend the last afternoon of his free summer. Nevertheless, it was something that had to be done. He reached up and brushed the sweat from his nose as another warm breeze rustled the leaves above him and lightly played through the fur of his bare upper body. He took another look at the mountain as it vanished and reappeared through the swaying limbs of the elm and birch trees which grew around his small cabin.

Bending down to retrieve another log, he stopped, his ears perking to the sound of a twig snapping somewhere along the path leading through the wood, a sound which tended to resonate quite loudly in the closeness of the trees. He stood up and looked behind him down the narrow path that led toward town, puzzled. To his surprise, he didn't see anyone upon it and gazed around at the trees surrounding the hollow where his cabin was built, his ears twitching and turning in all directions, trying to pick up any tiny sound that might not belong. He sniffed the air, but it was no good. He was upwind to the direction he thought he heard the footstep, so he wouldn't have been able to smell anything if he wanted to. Shrugging, he turned back to his work, lifting a log and placing it on the cutting block.

He worked for some time, hefting the axe and bringing it flashing down, the blade biting deep into the wood, splitting each log cleanly with a single blow. Try as he might to tell himself he didn't like hard labor, he constantly found himself going back to it again and again, enjoying the work as he performed hours upon hours of it, his strong upper body flexing in the afternoon sun as it filtered through the canopy of leaves above him. He often tended to cut too much firewood, simply because he found the activity quite relaxing because he could let his mind wander as he worked. With each swing of the axe, his muscles would ripple under his gray and black fur, tensing and relaxing, showing quite the strong physique for a male of only 15.

Suddenly, he straightened again, his ears perked, straining to hear something behind him. The light of the sun had begun to wane, and the forest had been thrown into shadow as the sun had slipped behind the trees. The feline now knew he wasn't alone. He could almost feel the eyes upon his bare back and he spun, fur bristling. What he saw made his eyes widen.

A flash of pink and white met his gaze before vanishing completely in the shadows of the trees just to the left of the path. The boy stood there, momentarily stunned. If he hadn't been mistaken, he had seen a girl watching him. Not just any girl, but one with the most stunning blue eyes he had ever seen. It was only an instant, but her image was burned into his memory. She had been wearing a short pink skirt and blouse and had had her long, blonde hair held back in a thick braid which ran down her back. Her shapely legs and bare arms had been covered in the purest white fur he had ever seen, a thick, fluffy tail wrapped around her knees.

He blinked. Had he really just seen that or was it somehow simply a figment of his imagination? He couldn't deny he had quite an imagination, but he didn't think he could conjure up an image so vividly. His heart pounded in his chest, and he took a deep breath to steady himself. He thought about calling out, but knew that it would be too late, and she would be a good distance away by now.

Besides, he thought to himself, she was just an image I conjured myself.

Yeah, that had to be it. There was no way someone could creep up on him like that, especially in his own forest.

Further proof, he continued silently, is that there is no one in town with such fur. I know everyone here, and I've never seen that girl.

Satisfied that he had, in fact, not seen a girl in the trees, he began gathering the wood he had cut and piled it neatly on the existing woodpile. It would seem he had cut more than needed, again, because he found himself working into the night.

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The male awoke with a start. A cold sweat dripped from his nose, soaking into the fur of his bare chest. Images of bloodshed and horror filled his mind, screams and the smell of smoke lashing as his senses. Casting about in the darkness, he remembered where he was. Cursing, he rose from the bed and walked from the dark cabin nude, enjoying the feel of the cool, early-morning air on his bare fur. Walking to a tree, he reached down, taking his stiff member into his paw and forcing his body to relax as he urinated on the trunk, allowing the throbbing flesh to soften and slip back into its sheath. He gazed up at the graying sky. Morning was on its way. He sighed, remembering the dream.

It had been nearly five years since the raid. He could still remember vividly hiding under his parent's bed as the raiders burst into his house, could still remember his mother's screams as they ripped at her clothes.... He shook his head, clearing away the bad memories. The same recurring nightmare had haunted him since that day, and he could not remember a night where he had slept peacefully in all five years since the raid.

Not long after the death of his parents, he abandoned the house he grew up in. It just felt too empty living there alone. Instead, he moved to a small cabin in the woods, a place where he and his best friend Raajna would hike to during the long summer days of their childhood. They would spend the days exploring the woods, using the old, abandoned cabin as a makeshift hideout. He grinned at the memory.

Taking a deep breath, he began to jog down the path. He didn't intend to go all the way to town. After all, he was completely nude, and he knew that the old badger Denerin Varish would be pacing outside his store wondering why everyone wasn't already awake and muttering about the habits of the young. The thought brought a grin to his face. No doubt jogging through town in the nude before sunrise would have the old codger babbling nonsense about the how the young lack the modesty of his day for weeks to come.

The boy jogged for a mile, two-thirds of the way to town and doubled back, cutting onto a narrow footpath through the trees. This was freedom. Out here, he had no worries. He filled his lungs with the fresh, crisp air of the early autumn morning as he jogged, letting his mind wander back to the night before. He suppressed a shiver, remembering the mysterious girl he caught watching him. Was she real, or not? She sure seemed real, but she moved so silently... He slowed to a walk and trudged through the trees slowly, lost in thought as he ran through the details of her appearance over again in his mind. Her long legs, the soft curve of her hips, the milky white color of her fur... He mentally held the image of her legs, remembering how short her skirt was.

"Hey there, big boy," A female voice caused him to nearly jump out of his fur, tearing him out of his reverie. He realized he was standing in front of his cabin and his best friend, Raajna, was sitting cross-legged on his doorstep. She was dressed in a t-shirt, with a picture of a hand making a vulgar gesture on the front with the words 'Fuck You' across the chest, and a pair of high-cut jean shorts, which showed off her long legs and the curve of her bottom, a detail which wasn't lost on the teenage male. "And by big, I mean daaamn! What the fuck were you thinking about just now, Xanu?"

His best friend since they were kids, Raaj was only a month younger than he was, and a full head shorter. She wasn't quite the little tomboy he had grown up with anymore, having grown into a very attractive young woman since then. However, that still failed to change her fiery attitude and adventurous spirit, a trait that Xanu greatly admired her for. She was a mixed blood, a trait that wasn't all that common in such a small village. She was, what most would call, a cabbit, a mix between feline and lapine, and everything about her showed it. She had the short feline ears and facial structure, but her lower body was powerfully built, wide hips and strong thighs framing a wonderfully rounded bottom and short, fluffy tail. Her personality was also a very real trait showing her species. A fiery, playful attitude mixed with the biggest libido Xanu had thought possible in a female. It didn't help she had also picked up the vulgar mannerisms of the riverboat sailors in town.

"J-Jesus, Raaj," Xanu stammered, trying to still the pounding of his heart, "I told you not to do that!" He suddenly blushed, his inner ears darkening a shade when he caught what she said. Glancing down, he realized that he had become hard again, thinking about the mysterious girl, his shaft standing tall and proud in the cool morning air.

Raaj giggled, and Xanu turned away from her.

"Aww," she whined, "doesn't it want to say good morning to me? Not like you ever do." A sly smile crossed her face.

"You're not helping things!" Xanu shouted over his shoulder. He grunted out of frustration when he felt his member give an excited jump as the hidden promise of her words sank in. He heard her pad softly up behind him and felt her soft, gentle fingertips trace the muscles of his back, down his spine, and over his butt. He gave a startled yelp when she pinched his bottom, jumping away from her. "God, Raaj, are you ever not horny?"

"It's you, Xanu," she teased, "you just make my blood...boil!" She stepped in and grasped his throbbing manhood, throwing an arm around his neck as she did so to keep him from stepping away. "I mean come on! You make a girl wait for an hour at your door, then you suddenly come walking out of the woods like some kind of wild cat, stark naked, with a raging hard-on waving in front of you, and you don't even say good morning!" She purred into his ear and her eyes sparkled mischievously as her paw began to slowly stroke up and down Xanu's throbbing length.

Xanu groaned. He felt his hips buck against her touch and watched her gleaming hazel eyes. He could smell her arousal, which was nothing new to him. This wouldn't be the first time they had done anything of this nature. Casual sex, Raaj liked to call it. He once had asked her if she would consider them lovers, and she had snorted and waved it off as a joke. "Friends with benefits," she had said, and it had been true for three and a half years now, ever since her first heat. Surprisingly enough, he had been the only male she had ever mated with, so despite her dismissal of the question, he couldn't help but wonder every now and then if she really didn't love him.

Closing his eyes, he thought back to that night. They were both 11, soon to be 12. Xanu had just left the home of his childhood. Raajna often spent the night with him because, she said, she was worried about him. Despite her personality, she could really be quite caring. On that faithful night, Raaj had snuggled into bed with him, which wasn't unusual, she had often done so as they were growing up and would spend the night over at one another's houses. The thing that was unusual about this night was that she has crawled into bed completely naked, and something about her body smelled strange to Xanu, horribly attracting, and he found himself fighting off the urge to...do what? He didn't know. All he knew was that he had grown very hard under the blankets and that Raaj was rubbing her body against him, purring in a strange way. His minds drifted over the progression of events, their experimental touching, her sweet chittering as he rubbed between her legs, her squeal as he thrust into her, taking her virginity, and her hot tightness engulfing his virgin shaft. His entire body shivered as he brought himself back to the present, gasping in shocked surprise as he felt Raaj's lips slip over the head of his member and felt her tongue swirl around it. He opened his eyes and watched her as she placed little kisses and swirling licks up and down his rod.

"F...Nngh... Raaj... Why do you...do this," Xanu moaned, resting a paw on her head, which had begun to bob back and forth as she continued suckling on his manhood. She didn't reply, but opened her throat and swallowed him to the root, twitching her tongue against the underside of his member. That elicited a loud groan from Xanu's lips, his fingers automatically curling in Raaj's auburn hair. Suddenly she drew off and giggled at his pained expression, knowing he was only seconds from emptying his testes into her throat.

"Ohh, sorry," she purred, "But you need to get dressed for school or we are going to be late." She licked her lips, obviously enjoying the taste of his precum.

He cursed at her and brushed past her, heading for his front door, his brisk pace causing strings of pre to mat his fur. He reached the door and threw it open.

"You're a horrible bitch, you know that," he growled, sensing she was right behind him, and entered the cabin. He heard her giggle, and next thing he knew, he felt her hands plant themselves on his back and shove him forward. His foot caught on the edge of his dresser and suddenly he saw the floor rushing up to meet him.

He landed heavily, screaming out a curse and rolling onto his back. He tried to sit up, but he felt Raaj's foot paw pressing on his chest, holding him down. He looked up at her and saw her smiling. His eyes trailed from her face to her middle, where her hands were already working her jean shorts down. They slid off of her luscious hips easily and she kicked them onto Xanu's bed. He gazed at her. She hadn't been wearing any panties, so he now had a perfect view of her pink vulva from his position.

He watched helplessly as she stood over him, swaying her hips slowly. She reached up, pulling her t-shirt over her head. No bra, her rounded and perky, but slightly underdeveloped breasts bouncing slightly as they were released from the confines of the tight-fitting T-shirt, Raaj raising her arms above her head and tossing the shirt to the floor. What the hell is up with this girl?! Xanu thought to himself before groaning lustfully as he watched her sensual dance. Slowly, she sank lower until she was on her knees, strattling Xanu's waist. She began grinding her hot, moisture-slickened vulva against his shaft, elicting soft moans from the stricken feline. This was her favorite game, he knew. See how long Xanu can last against her doing all in her power to drive him over the edge before she finally let him penetrate. If he could keep from coming long enough, then he would be rewarded with her riding him until they came together. Of course, during her little game, she could come all she wanted. It was so unfair, and usually, by the time she got around to letting him drive into her, she had already soaked various parts of his body with her juices.

This morning, however, she seemed to want it just as bad as him. She ground her clit down hard against the underside of his shaft, his heated meat sliding between the hot folds of her vagina. Suddenly, she came. Her keening cries rang out through the cabin, spurring Xanu to thrust upward against her, driving her even further over the edge. In the midst of her orgasm, Raaj thrust her hips forward, then back, her spasming vagina accepting Xanu's manhood within its depths in a single, easy thrust. Xanu gripped his best friend's hips as she began riding his rod, matching his thrusts to her bucking, grinding his pelvis against the cabbit's clit. He could feel his orgasm growing, and he knew that if she didn't stop, he would end up filling her with his seed.

However, her movements only increased in speed as her orgasm melted into another, then another, her sweet, panting squeals and keening moans increasing in their rhythm. Xanu, now lost in the sweet nirvana of sex, sat up and threw his weight to one side, rolling on top of Raaj. He grabbed her legs behind the knees and lifted them over his shoulders. Leaning forward, he began pounding himself into her, deep and hard, feeling his orgasm building to the breaking point. Finally, he pressed himself over her, locking her open lips into a deep, passionate kiss as he gave one last hard, pounding thrust forward, releasing himself into her and groaning as his entire body quivered in the pure, undiluted ecstasy of his orgasm. She responded by arching her back in her own orgasmic wave of pleasure, pressing her budding breasts against Xanu's chest as she squeaked into the kiss, throwing her arms about his neck and holding him tightly to herself as her tongue leapt to meet his. Their tongues swirled together as the heat of his seed spread through her, his thick shaft jumping and twitching, emptying every last drop deep within the female.

Finally, the kiss broke and Xanu collapsed to the floor beside his best friend, the sudden exit of his shaft from her sensitive vagina causing her to cry out softly in pleasure. They lay there on the floor of the old cabin, basking in the afterglow of their morning romp, the sunlight streaming in through the window and bathing them in a golden light.

Xanu smiled. He was in bliss and everything was perfect. It was a beautiful day, the sun was shining, the birds were chirping, the school bells were ringing...

Xanu's eyes shot open. "SHIT!! Raaj, get your clothes on! We're late!!" Panicked, Xanu dashed into the bathroom and turned on the shower, intent on washing the smell of sex off of his body before they got to school. He didn't want Master Bek, the schoolmaster, and his mentor, to think he was doing anything questionable. He grabbed the bottle of Raaj's perfume that she kept in his cabin, "For emergencies," she would say. Well, this was a god-damned emergency, all right! He tossed it to her and she sprayed herself down while Xanu rinsed her juices off of his body and put on his own cologne.

Dashing to his dresser, he grabbed a pair of jeans and a dark blue button-down shirt. Throwing the jeans on, he grabbed the shirt and made for the door. Raaj was already there, waiting for him, and together they ran down the path toward the town and school, knowing they were in for it when they got there, Xanu's screen door slamming distantly behind them.

There were definite advantages to being feline. One such advantage was superior agility and speed. The two friends, in a panicked run, cleared the mile and a half to the town in less than seven minutes by making a beeline for the town instead of following the winding path through the trees. Even so, they arrived at the school a good fifteen minutes late, panting, their ears flushed red and noses dripping sweat. Xanu could barely get an apology out through his hard breathing. Master Bek took one look at them, giving Xanu a dark, disapproving glance, and waved them to their seats. They bowed in return and turned to go to their respective desks.

Suddenly, Xanu stopped cold. A flash of white fur dancing through his peripheral vision, turning his blood to ice...