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Chapter 1

He let out an irritated hiss and dropped the book on the table. Dropping his elbows to his knees, he leaned forward and rubbed his hands over the bright green skin on his head with orange almost tiger stripe pattern that matched the rest of his body, save his stomach and under-tail being solid orange. He'd been in the campus library all day and had found absolutely nothing that helped him. How was he supposed to write a report on Furry Tribal Affairs if there wasn't any documentation of it? For that matter, why had his counselor insisted to his parents, both Lizards like himself, that he take the course; just because of some racist, but factual paper's he'd written?

Leaning back against the chair he stretched his long arms over his head and his feet claws scratched softly against the floor trying to pull out a day's worth of sitting from his muscles. Even his four foot tail stretched through the wide hole in the back of the chair, twitching to show his agitation. His muscles seemed only a little forgiving as he sighed and let his arms drop back to his lap. It seemed his dark blue t-shirt and black pants had permanent wrinkles in them from sitting so long.

He looked back to the pile of book he had brought to the secluded table in the far corner of the stacks and rolled his dark eyes. Glancing out the window, there was no hint of sunlight left in the sky and all the street lights dotting campus were on and glowing a tainted yellow. But just as he was about to turn away, something caught his sharp eyes.

Across a wide sidewalk, next to the library, was a building for on-campus apartments. It was an old brick building, with lots of vines growing up the sides to the second story, but what had caught his eyes had been higher. On the corner of the building, on the fourth floor, second from the top, a light had come on. The only light on that entire side of the building; all the other apartments were dark at this hour. He was surprised, but uninterested. Yet as he was about to turn back to his mountain of book, the inhabitant of the apartment came into view through the window.

All he could do was stare. It was some distance between the two buildings, but his keen eyes made it out like they were right next door. She stood maybe two inches under six feet, his own height, in the middle of a tiny, campus sized living room, rubbing a dark brown towel through the red fur on the top of her head. He could plainly see the red fur continuing down the sides of her form, wrapping around her thighs and continuing down her legs, arms and paws. Yet her belly fur, from the bottom of her short, cute muzzle to where her legs met her hips was the softest looking, purest white fur he had ever seen.

She turned sideways and he could tell that her perked breasts were a C cup and her tail made it obvious she was a Squirrel. It was big and bushy, reaching up to the back of her head and curling over slightly. It was gorgeous, the same red fur as the rest of her, and clearly showed her brown Squirrel heritage, even through the red fur. Never had he paid so much attention to a furred female before, but he had to admit that she was the prime of her species. It didn't surprise him that she would be proud of her slender, very well proportioned body, though it was also possible she didn't expect anyone to be awake at this hour, let alone looking in her windows.

She turned away, showing just her back and tail to him, but then she bent over, looking for something. Even from that distance he could clearly see the white fur wrapping between her legs and meeting her red bushy tail. His primal instincts cause him to salivate, licking his lips with his long tongue, but what surprised him more was the distinct tingle in his sheath. He looked down at his lap, bewildered at what his body was doing, but as he looked back to the beautiful Squirrel gliding through her apartment, it gave a more definitive jolt through his system.

As she continued about, what he could only guess was her nightly routine, just having gotten out of a shower, his hand fell to his lap of its own accord. She discarded her towel and opened a closet. Having to reach a top shelf for what she was looking for, her tail furrowed. A slight moan escaped his muzzle as one of his claws stroked his slit through his pants, coaxing his cock to attention. Yet the moan itself startled him away from what he was doing.

He shook his head and forced his attention back to his books, opening one and trying to get his brain to comprehend the words coming across as small scribbles. How long had it been? In high school there were several girls throwing themselves at hi all the time. Some respectable, good for dating, and others wild, good for parties and... other things. There had been few Furs at the school, being a mostly Lizard community, and most of them kept their distance. Wise, he had though, as it wasn't a very open community either. It had been two and a half years since he'd come off to college, so it had been two and a half years since he'd had time for a girlfriend of any kind.

Deciding to himself that that was the reason he found this strange naked woman alluring, his attention returned. But it did not last long as he realized he had been reading the same book he had discarded as useless and hour ago. He threw the book now with a thud and his attention went back out the window. Without even realizing it, his gaze traveled back to the same window, but the light was off. Glancing to the left, there was a faint glow from a small lamp. His eyes focusing, he saw the same Squirrel lying on a bed, the head of which facing out the window, reading a book. She had a pair of glasses resting on her small nose, but they hardly made her look like a nerd. They were small with a thin black rim; almost sexy.

Suddenly a yawn caught her by surprise and she lowered the book as he maw opened, sharp little teeth becoming visible, making her look even cuter. But as the book lowered, he found that she was still unclothed, and that her pose had her breasts pressed firmly together between her arms. This time, even without his hand's guidance, his slit parted and the tip of his cock pressed against his pants. He had to bite his lip till it hurt to keep from groaning. From previous relations, he had found that he truly enjoyed cumming on women, anywhere really, but the breast especially. Pressed together so firmly they presented a perfect target, and it would blend in so well with the beautiful fur.

Thinking about it made his cock push harder into his pant, demanding the attention of him hand. Letting it fall to his lap, rubbing the tip through the material, he watched and she checked the time on the clock on her night stand, placed a marker in her book and set it aside with her glasses, obviously for reading. But then she rolled onto her back and stretched herself out, paws held together above her head, and feet spread wide to the far corners of her bed. His cock pulsed again and he unbuttoned his pants, letting his hand slid in and rub over the tip of his protruding cock. But when she was done stretching, she didn't roll back over or turn the light off. Instead she wrapped a paw around her other writs and held it to the pillow, bending her knees so the heels of her paws sat under her furry, but firm ass.

Her hips started moving, rotating against something that didn't seem to be there, and he saw her muzzle fall to the side, a look of almost agony painted across it. Suddenly she sat up and threw the pillow across the room and laid back, arching her back so that the top of her head was on the bed. But only one hand returned to the top of the bed, the other made its slow way down her form. He couldn't believe what he was seeing, but his cock didn't care to mind as it pushed harder against his hand and his pants. Stopping for a moment, her paw played with her breast, but soon continued to travel down her body. It seemed like forever, but soon enough her paw fell between her spread legs and her maw fell open. He could almost have sworn he felt the reverberation of her moan from where he sat.

Her breast heaved and her legs fell level on the bed. His cock jumped again, amazed by her flexibility, but more overcome by the way her arm twitched and the speed it seemed her own hand moved within her. It was hardly long before she arched her back and bliss washed over her face. By now his cock had slid half way out and he had his hand wrapped around it and pumped it softly. But he barely had time to be disappointed that it was over as she reached under her bed and pulled out a large box. Opening it and pulling out a bright orange dildo, his heart jumped into his throat. From where he sat he could tell that not only the color, but the size matched that of his own meat that he was pumping away on. It only took that for it to slide the rest of the way into his grip.

Flipping herself over, she bent her knees and raised her ass into the air, her tail lying along her back and falling to the side of her head and she reached between her legs and, without any prepping or anything, shoved it into her. She fell to her shoulders and her maw hung open as she seemed to work the likeness of him as fast into her as she had her own fingers. Without realizing it, he was working himself in time with her, pumping away shamelessly to the site of a Fur getting herself off. Complete bliss had crossed her face twice since thrusting that thing into her, and she still slammed it in like her life depended on it. Suddenly he noticed his own course breaths and how fast he himself was going. Without a second thought, he yanked his pants down far enough to pull his cock out and explode onto the carpet.

Glancing out the window, he saw that she too had cum again, but this time she had collapsed onto herself, her whole back rising and falling with her heavy breathing. He felt a smile break his own maw till he looked down at the ropes of his own cum that where slowly soaking into the carpet. Sighing in relief when he looked around and saw no one, he pulled his pants back up and ran to the bathroom for paper towel. His cock fully receded by the time he returned, he cleaned up what he could, hoping it would only look like someone spilled some drink.

Crossing back to the window from the trashcan, he looked back to the woman's apartment. Licking the dildo one last time, making his cock threaten to stir again, she placing it back into the box and pushed it under her bed. She then laid down and reached for the lamp on her nightstand. Smiling once again, he whispered a soft ‘good night' to the window as she hit the switch and her apartment went completely dark.

He stood for a long moments, watching the dark window, before turning back to his table full of Fur History books. Looking at the small mountain for long moments, another crafty smile broke his maw. Glancing back to the window for only a moment, he sat down and started sifting through the book, throwing those he didn't want into a pile. When he was done, he only had a stack of five left as he walked toward the stairs.

Coming to the counter, he set the books down. Though he did it lightly, the black tabby behind the counter jumped and grabbed her chest. "Good gracious, you're still here, honey?"

For once the older Fur's familiarities didn't turn his stomach. He actually smiled at her. "Yeah, working on a report. Finally found a direction too."

She smiled back and started to scan the books for checkout. "Well, you need anything you just let me know. We have all kinds of experts working in the library these days."

He smiled again. "Thanks, I hadn't thought of that."

She finished check him out and walked him to the door, opening it for him and his arm full of books. "You take care. And sweetheart," he stopped and looked over his shoulder at her. "You look much more handsome when you smile! Have a good night." He smiled again, nodding to her, and headed off for his own apartment suite on campus.