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No longer a place of worship for nuns to practice their vows, Chapel of the Sacred Grace lost its last pious tenant when it was converted into an all-girls prep school and renamed Ivystone fifteen years ago. If asked, many of the young women in current residence would swear on a stack of bibles that the shades of long dead sisters still haunted its halls. As if in confirmation of their superstitious fears, a white blur evocative of a ghost raced through the corridors and up the narrow stairways of the ancient convent. Unlike the peaceful spirits of holy sisters who once prayed and meditated in this retreat far from the decadence of a world rife with sin, the specter that roamed it now was very much alive, full of youthful energy, and on a mission deliberately seeking vice. Her name was Miranda, a young feline of athletic grace and voracious sexual appetites.

Normally calm and unflappable, the cauldron of Miranda's temper seethed, boiling over to release a hissing steam of obscene curses that drove the departed sister's pious phantoms to seek refuge from her blasphemy. Miranda had no animosity for those poor, forgotten souls. Her ire was reserved for the teacher of her Saturday evening dance class, a strict heifer who had deliberately kept her students late in a mean and petty attempt to steal their meager free time.

A shotgun blast of profanity ricocheted off the stone walls as she scaled the stairs three at a time. She fretted over missing her secret rendezvous with a boy that she hoped and prayed - as devoutly as any nun - was still waiting for her. The excessive workload and draconian rules of Ivystone were threatening to drive her insane. Tonight was just one more illustrative case history of an endless series of days with too many classes, too much homework, and too many extracurricular activities.

The curriculum at Ivystone was harsh and demanding, but the most onerous part of all was the total lack of boys. Of course, that had been her parent's intent when they chose this alternate high school for her - to keep her as far from the opposite sex as possible.

Adjectives such as 'unfair', 'unjust', and 'inequitable' didn't begin to describe how she felt about her mom and dad's reaction to her occasional trysts. It wasn't as if she was a nymphomaniac; she just liked boys a lot and wasn't averse to going as far with a guy as the mood took her. She wasn't reckless either; since hybrid pregnancies were extremely rare, she only went all the way with guys who weren't cats. There was almost no danger of her getting pregnant. Her mom and dad should have applauded her caution, but instead, they completely lost their shit.

To have their daughter being violated by canids, equines, avians, and even scalies turned Miranda's normally progressive parents into rabid social conservatives. Being scared senseless helped them find their latent bigotry and inner racists. Miranda was willing to admit that the circumstances under which she was caught could be interpreted as extreme. Her mom managed to barge in while she was entertaining a dragon with a record of misdemeanors and his dick buried inside her ass to the hilt. If only they had caught her sucking off a horse or tied to a wolf, things might not have spiraled out of control so fast. Then again, maybe not. Learning that there had been a parade of other un-feline lovers sent her mom and dad completely over the edge and landed her here on this desolate, rocky stretch of coast. It was inconveniently located far from everything.

By design, she was a prisoner at Ivystone. Her smart phone had been confiscated, internet access using the school computers was strictly controlled and monitored, and she was not allowed to leave the campus grounds. After spending most of her junior year of high school and now half of her summer in this wretched place, she was frustrated beyond all of her endurance. Desperation for male company and an end to her forced chastity gave her the energy at the end of this long week to bound up the stairs and through the labyrinthine halls of the decrepit old abbey.

Since the beginning of summer, her mind had been fixed on the notion of finding a boy, any boy, in this remote outpost. Her chances of triumphing over the rigid schedule and nearly constant monitoring by the school's teachers and administrators seemed less probable than winning the lottery, but one lucky day, she discovered that what she desired had been right next door all along - frustratingly close and just out of sight.

Though the secret of her success required the help of lady luck, nothing would have changed without her natural, relentless drive to try whatever new approach it took to achieve her goal even if that meant breaking the rules and risking punishment. Though the school's staff tried, they couldn't tame her spirit. She was young, vibrant, too tough to surrender, and too determined to be caged for long.

Cross-country running was eminently suitable to her need to get out and scout her surroundings, so she added this additional activity to her already overburdened schedule that included her academic classes, dance, music, volleyball, and a host of petty chores designed to leave her with no free time to get into trouble. Far from the school on the trails that wound through the seemingly endless woods and hills that surrounded Ivystone, it was easy for her to escape her chaperones. With her long, muscular legs and inexhaustible stamina, neither the coach nor the coach's assistant was a match for her. Miranda deliberately outpaced them and the rest of the girls in spite of orders for her to slow down.

Once she was out of sight, it was easy enough to leave the official trail and disappear into the dense, temperate coastal forest. Free for a while to explore on her own, she soon discovered a ridge of sheer basalt that ran like a wall from east to west blocking all access to the south. The obstacle was discouraging, but she explored, searching for its end as she worked her way west towards the sea. In an attempt to get around the trunk of a fallen forest giant, she accidentally discovered a narrow cleft in the rock. So well hidden by overgrowth and boulders was the opening that she didn't realize she had found a hidden tunnel until she was well inside.

Several years previously, Miranda's mom had bought her a penlight and rape whistle combo for self-protection. Out of deference to her mother's loving paranoia, she typically wore it everywhere she went, except while doing sports. The necklace had an annoying habit of bouncing around with vigorous motion. Since she had nowhere to conceal it within her tight running shorts that hugged her wonderfully curved butt or her jogging bra that supported her young, firm breasts, she had left it in her room. Though a light would have been helpful, the blackness was only a minor deterrence. Her cat eyes were adequate in the low light that illuminated a third of the tunnel's length. Her natural sense of space and surroundings got her through the few dozen yards of absolute blackness.

As she approached the far end of the tunnel, she was nearly blinded by the light from the southern exposure. It was well that she had to pause to let her eyes adjust and approach the dazzling brightness slowly because the exit was as well concealed as the entrance except that it was perched about thirty feet above a flat, grassy yard. Several ugly, brick and concrete buildings with the look of a prison or mental institution stood on the other side of that open space. Tall fences topped with razor wire enhanced the penitentiary like atmosphere.

The facility was so run down and shabby that she thought at first that it was abandoned, but then she noticed that the grass had been recently mowed. Further inspection revealed freshly painted picnic tables near the edge of the cliff overlooking the ocean. The color was barf green, but the paint was shiny and new. The signs of habitation gave her reason to wait for a few minutes hoping to spy the residents. A grating, buzzer soon sounded, and she was rewarded for her patience.

To her delight, several dozen young males of every furry and non-furry species imaginable strolled out onto the lawn from the nearest building. They were accompanied by several adults, who, although they didn't carry guns openly, had the demeanor of guards.

Miranda kept out of sight and wracked her brain for a way to speak to one of the boys without alerting the guards or anyone else. She finally settled on trying to deliver a note, but she had no paper or pen. With great reluctance and a heavy sigh, she abandoned her perch and the wonderful abundance so tantalizingly out of reach and returned to the girl's side of the tunnel.

Nearly thirty minutes had passed since she broke free of her fellow runners. There would be hell to pay for it. She cut through the woods as fast as she could and found her group not far from where she had left the trail. When the running coach began to berate her, Miranda pretended that she had become lost and had been frantically trying to find her way back to the trail. The rabbit coach was so livid, her nose twitched uncontrollably, and the flushed redness of her snout was visible through her tan fur. Miranda didn't care. She weathered the lupine's tirade with feigned contrition. She had found enough boys to keep her occupied for several semesters, and she had a plan to get her paws on at least one.

On the next run, the coach was suspicious enough to keep at the front of the pack. In response, Miranda dropped back and pretended to stumble and injure her ankle. The assistant coach, a short vixen, stayed with her as the others kept on running. Timing was important, so Miranda groaned and rubbed her ankle long enough that the others were certain to be beyond the place where she intended to leave the path again. Miranda then announced she was ok, jumped up, and ran as fast as she could, pretending to want to catch up to the others. With her longer legs, Miranda easily left the vixen behind and entered the woods again near where she had found the tunnel.

This was her last chance to attempt to meet a boy and convince him to try to come to her room. After this escape, she would be banned from running and watched closely. Her parents were paying a small fortune to have her kept under control, and the school staff was sadistically eager to comply. Thus, she was better prepared this time having brought clutched in her paw the rape whistle penlight, a rubber band, and a carefully prepared note to toss to a promising date.

While using the light in the darkest center of the tunnel, she made a discovery that she had missed her first time through. A side passage led a few dozen yards towards the coast and then became narrow as it plunged steeply into the unknown. As tantalizing as it was to discover what mysteries lay beyond the reach of her small light, she remembered her true mission - boys. On the verge of turning back to the main tunnel, a faint hissing sound accompanied by the movement of salty air made her reconsider. Curious as the proverbial cat, she shimmied down the crevice and crawled when necessary until she reached a cavern with a sandy floor. It was nearly full of seawater. Natural light from the half-flooded opening made it obvious she had descended to sea level. It was an interesting discovery, but not worth wasting more time.

Emerging again carefully from the boy's end of the tunnel, she was delighted to find that they were in the yard again. That made her feel less stupid about her side trip spelunking adventure, but her available time was still limited. If she was gone too long, Ivystone would conduct a full-scale search, and the consequences of her absence would be more dire. She began looking about for a boy, any boy to toss her note, but none ventured close enough.

Agonizing minutes flew away like startled birds. Miranda was about to abandon hope when a cute horse finally approached the rock wall near her perch. An adult moose, who acted very much like a guard accompanied him as the colt examined the rock wall. Though short for his kind, he had a lovely blonde mane that contrasted beautifully with his dark, chocolate brown hide. His athletic build definitely offset his stature as she dreamed of running her paws over the muscles on his chest that stood out in gorgeous relief under his tight T-shirt.

Waiting until the guard was looking away, Miranda took the note and rubber band she had brought, attached the paper to a rock, and dropped it carefully intending to have the note land at the horse's feet. Unfortunately, a simultaneous commotion elsewhere in the yard diverted his attention. The stone landed silently, vanishing unnoticed into the grass less than a yard from her intended target.

No sailor was as wonderfully adept at swearing. A unique, colorful string of curses escaped her snout as she reprimanded herself for only bringing one note. Luck was still on her side, though. The handsome colt had come to the steep sided ridge of rock to practice climbing. It seemed that he might inadvertently come to her.

The guard fastened a rope and harness on the equine. The precaution was obviously a means of preventing his escape and not for his safety since the boy fearlessly began to ascend the nearly sheer rock face using only his hands and feet to find points of purchase.

His climbing route did not take him all the way to her well-concealed observation post, but he came close enough that she was able to whisper and draw his attention without alerting the guard below. To the colt's credit, he did not slip or fall in reaction to her startling appearance, nor did he give any indication to the guard that she was there. Instead, their eyes met in silent communication, and a mutual agreement was exchanged that he would come to her.

It was a difficult traverse. Muscles on his arms, legs, and back bulged and strained. Sweat soaked his shirt. The moose shouted for him to be careful, and then became concerned enough to order him to go back, but the boy ignored him, persevered, and made it to within a few feet of her hiding spot. He was canny enough to avoid giving her position away, stopping where they could communicate without being heard by the guard. Pretending to have reached an impassible point and needing rest before returning to his original safer route, the boy paused and smiled at her.

Time was short, so Miranda contented herself with a hurried explanation of the nature and location of her school and with inviting the horse to come to her room on Saturday night. His eyes lit up with eagerness when he realized how close he was to so many girls, but he was even more excited by her invitation. Being honest, he admitted that his was a school for troubled youth. Rather than scaring her away, the idea that he was a bad boy aroused Miranda making her want him more.

Their already brief discussion was cut short by the guard shouting below, who began threatening to call for a ladder and suspension of the colt's climbing privileges if he didn't return immediately. Shrugging his shoulders, the horse whispered, "Saturday night," with an expression of delirious joy.

As a reward for climbing to her and a foreshadowing of things to come, she lifted the front of her jogging bra and flashed her tits. The surprising sight of her large, erect, pink nipples nearly made him fall as his feet lost their purchase. He hung for few seconds by one incredibly strong arm. Demonstrating strength and control, he pulled himself back to safe purchase, winked at her, and continued his descent accompanied by the angry cries of the guard. Miranda watched mournfully as the horse worked his way back down only to realize too late that she had forgotten to ask his name or tell him hers.

Just as Miranda had anticipated, her second disappearance was her last. She was banned from cross-country running, given extra chores as punishment, and had her campus access privileges restricted. Miranda didn't care. It was worth it. She had something stimulating to anticipate for the first time in nearly a year, and the expectation of a release to her pent up frustrations drove her faster to her goal.

One final obstacle stood in her way when she reached the top of the stairs. The annoying warthog hall monitor was at the other end of the corridor and heading towards her. The petty tyrant's sole function seemed to be to search rooms unannounced at any time of the night or day and executed her task with Nazi like ruthlessness. Ordinarily, Miranda found the pig irritating but not intimidating. Bullies were an unpleasant fact she could deal with, but tonight, Miranda knew real fear. If the warthog searched her room, she would find her date if he was there already.

The consequences of that discovery were something she tried unsuccessfully to suppress from her imagination. What few privileges she retained would be taken away, and she might even be expelled. Though Miranda desperately wanted to leave this horrible school, her parents would certainly find a worse place. As terrible as both of those possibilities were, the most tragic consequence would be that she would not be able to share her bed with her newfound blonde maned lover.

The situation was perilous, but Miranda was not a quitter, maintaining her nerve even under the greatest stress. Steeling herself for an unpleasant encounter while preparing a story to distract the ugly little pig, she pretended exhaustion. She checked her pace and shambled slowly down the hall towards her own room. Whatever the pig's original reason for being on this floor, the fat, short swine moved with surprising speed for her size, intercepting Miranda at the door to her room.

Miranda was ready for her. Before the warthog could utter a single guttural syllable, Miranda yawned dramatically and stretched her body in the sexiest way she could. The cat was nearly certain the swine was a lesbian. A little display of her feline charms might keep the pig distracted and off guard. Miranda knew that her own white furred, lithe body was particularly appealing in her dancing tights. The ruse was successful. The pig gaped, long enough for Miranda to steer the conversation where she wanted - away from her room.

"Good evening Miss Gottleib, are you searching for drugs?"

The unexpected question had the desired effect of further unbalancing the normally imperturbable woman. The mere mention of illicit substances like booze or recreational drugs was guaranteed to stimulate her fun killing instincts.

"Drugs? What do you know about drugs?"

Breathing an internal sigh of relief, Miranda continued her charade.

"Huh? Did I say something about drugs? I must have been rambling from being so dog tired."

"Don't give me that crap, Missy. You know something, so you'd better tell me, or I'll make your life miserable."

Becoming more miserable than she already was seemed impossible to Miranda, but since the pig's threats were always backed up by unpleasant action, it wasn't hard for Miranda to pretend to be intimidated.

"Ulp. Well I heard some of the other girls talking about trying to make some of that new party drug, Hex Nirvana, and sharing it."

A strange look of alarm crossed the pig's snout momentarily before it was replaced by her usual scowling anger.

"Which girls? I want names now."

"Oh, I can't fink on them."

"You'd better worry more about what'll happen to you if you don't tell me. You think you're tired now, just wait until you find yourself cleaning and sorting seeds in the basement seven days a week for the next month in addition to everything else you have to do."

That was a serious threat. The school had one terrible task for any girl who got out of line. It was an extremely effective deterrent that involved hours of extracting gooey plant seeds from their pods and separating them from the smelly, sticky glue in which they grew. The odor was truly horrendous and more often than not gave the poor wretch who was punished with this duty a headache and a day of hangover like symptoms.

A name or group of names was the only thing that would satisfy the pig. Miranda didn't like falsely accusing anyone, but she had to give Miss Gottleib some reason to search another room.

"It's, not that I don't want to tell. It's just that I don't know for certain who they were. I only heard them speaking. I was in the bathroom stall and didn't see them."

"Well, who do you think they were?"

"The loudest sounded like Cindy Goff. I assume the other two were her friends, Tab and Molly. They always hang out together."

The three names she gave belonged to a trio of bullies who deserved a bit of misdirected justice and abuse. Miranda wasn't going to lose any sleep over causing them grief. It helped that Cindy and her gang were notorious trouble makers that were already under the watchful eye of the staff.

Miss Gottleib took the bait and marched away purposefully towards the stairs. A quick mental image of the nasty pig goose-stepping her way across campus almost made Miranda laugh aloud, but she waited until the little stormtrooper was out of sight before smiling at her own cleverness instead. Not only had she tricked the pig, the rooms of her new victims were scattered in separate dorm buildings all over campus. It would take hours to search each of them thoroughly enough to convince the stubborn old warthog that there really were no drugs, leaving plenty of time for Miranda's dalliance; if only her equine beau was waiting on the other side of the door.

The pause before she turned the doorknob was a moment more intense than her standoff with the pig. After making a silent prayer to whatever benevolent supernatural force might still cling to this former house of worship, Miranda opened the door and stepped into the darkness. Her cat senses adjusted quickly from the dim flickering florescent lighting of the hallway, and she discovered that she wasn't alone. A range of emotions swept through her as she studied the odd scene before her, but her initial reaction was anger.

Buck did nearly loose his grip and fall when the sexy cat girl first revealed herself to him. Instinct from years of climbing practice saved him by making him cling tighter to the wall despite his surprise. When she described what she wanted from him, his hands began to sweat so much from excitement that he nearly lost his grip again.

Those same hands were all that he had to relieve his urges for the last eighteen months of his sentence at Meany's reform school. Of course, it wasn't entirely the school that was responsible for his frequent dates with Mrs. Palmer and her five daughters. Buck had never been adept at getting girls to like him. He preferred to blame his life circumstances, but the truth was that he was excessively shy and unapproachable.

Only one girl had been willing to struggle past his defenses and play doctor with him. A tiny little gazelle as friendless as Buck lived on the same floor in his tenement building. She was willing to stroke and go down on him and let him touch and lick her in return, but she would never let him enter her.

"You're just too dang big, Buck," she would say whenever he asked, and he would be helpless to press his desire as her mouth opened wide to envelop the head of his long staff. He would instead groan in pleasure until he lost his load in her tight, little mouth. More of his sticky seed usually ended up on him and dripping from her lips and snout than went in her stomach, but she always asked for seconds if he was up to it.

It was a fond memory that he usually relished but today it had two drawbacks. First, it was giving him a hard on just thinking about it. That was dangerous. He didn't need his dick pushing him away from the rock face. Second, he felt guilty about it because she was three years younger than he was. By the time he was released from Meany's, he would be eighteen and by law an adult. He wouldn't be able to touch her when he got home. What they had been doing together since they were kids was going to be a crime, not just a naughty encounter.

That was a sobering thought that cooled his hormones and stifled the growing boner in his pants. He didn't need more trouble with the justice system. He was already being punished for one crime, and that he did blame on his life situation.

Buck's parents died when he was nine forcing him to move in with his only surviving relative, an aunt who sponged off welfare in a small, dingy apartment in the slums. It was a depressing and dangerous place with gangs, drug addicts, and a wealth of unemployed and unemployable adults. He had to fight to survive and protect himself. Being a loner without competent adult guidance didn't help.

Naturally strong, he worked out and became stronger, so he could stand up by himself to the toughest bullies, thieves, and rapists that his surroundings had to offer. He worked with weights, but climbing the rock wall at the local community center became his favorite form of exercise. Buck often dreamed of escaping the city to climb real mountains. Now he had achieved that ambition but in a way that sucked most of the joy out of it.

This reform school was his home because he became too adept at fighting back. Jumped by three punks intent on stealing his cell phone and threatening to rape him in the process, Buck responded by defending himself. Perhaps he had been overzealous. Two of the boys ended up in the hospital, and one ended up dead. He tried to justify to his conscience what he had done, but he couldn't. He told the truth to the police including admitting that he should have stopped beating them when they were down. The prosecutor wanted him to face a charge of murder, but the judge saw that he was just a boy in a difficult place who deserved a second chance.

Buck's sentence to reform school gave him the time to ponder what he had done and dwell on the break he had been given. In retrospect, he understood that what he did was excessive even though he was the original victim. By assuming the role of the aggressor, he became what he had fought against. That was not the road he wished to travel. He was determined to make something better of his life.

He wasn't sure what yet, but he wanted to graduate high school, find work, get out of his aunt's house, and be a respectable adult. His mom and dad would have wanted that, and he wanted them to be proud of him if they were still watching him from somewhere else. He didn't know if he believed there was a place beyond death, but he did know that the parents of the boy he killed wouldn't get to see their son grow up. Regret for that ran deep in his soul, giving him the strength to learn from his mistake no matter how hard it became.

Thus, it was his strong desire to succeed and escape the slums that kept him from escaping Meany's even though he could easily climb the walls and cliffs that were meant to keep him. Serving his sentence would clear his record and let him move on. If he ran away, he would be dooming himself to cycle of incarceration, poverty, and despair.

Despite his resolve, teenage hormones were flooding his brain, overriding his good sense, and making all danger seem trivial. A date with an actual girl was worth risking punishment or even some extra time, he reasoned. Climbing out his cell room window on Saturday night to scale down the steel drainpipe bolted to the smooth concrete outer wall of his dorm was probably one of the more reckless things he had ever done. The fall was over a hundred feet to surf pounded rocks.

After conquering that descent, scaling the rock wall to the ledge where the pretty kitty had confessed her desire for him was simple, even in the dark. His memory was good, and the pale light of the moon cast shadows that made the hand and toeholds stand out in stark relief.

The tunnel, however, was an impenetrable blackness. He had prepared for it by stealing a flashlight from the shop class. As he navigated the tunnel, Buck suddenly realized that he had never asked his date for her name and never told her his. Rather than feeling awkward about it, the strange anonymity of the situation aroused him further. Not that he wasn't hard as rock already just from the anticipation of seeing her breasts again and hopefully much more. It took all of his resolve not to jerk off right there in the dark.

His date's dorm building was just as she had described it, made of large rough stones mortared together in a way that made climbing easy. It was fortuitous architecture since all of the doors were locked. Counting windows, he identified hers on the fourth floor and nimbly climbed up to find it was open. He was unsure, but thought he saw a light in the room briefly as he climbed. He hoped she was there waiting for him as promised

It was dark inside when he reached the window and scrambled inside. A subtle noise made him aware he was not alone. If this was the wrong room, things were going to get awkward. That thought cooled his ardor for a second, but maybe all the girls in this school were as desperate as the cat for some affection. That thought stoked the fires of his lust anew. The light came on as he fantasized a pleasant outcome for either possibility. The reality before him turned out to be too bizarre for him to have imagined.

Alf, a scrawny coyote with a shaggy mane of silvery brown hair, was a contumacious offender with anti-social tendencies except when it came to roaming the internet, chatting with friends, playing on-line games, and posting fan fiction he wrote. For fun, he enjoyed hacking supposedly secure computer systems. All of his hobbies were virtual pursuits that reflected his general dislike for the real world and the outdoors. If he could have his way, he would never leave the seductive embrace of the net. Unfortunately, he was not as free to do things his way as he was before he was apprehended trying to rob an armored car company's vault.

The scheme had been brilliant, and he was absurdly proud of it. He managed to hack and take complete control of their security systems. The caper only went bad by pure rotten luck when a fire started in the building next door bringing every cop and firefighter in the city down on him and his two accomplices just as they were bagging several million dollars in cash. For a spectacular but brief period, his paws had held enough loot to keep him on easy street for the rest of his life.

The crime began as a wild adventure born out of the revelation that if he was going to be a criminal, he should do it once and do it big. It had been a thrill planning and executing the heist, but the consequences of being caught soured the experience. As exciting as the brief adventure had been, the wisdom of trying something like that again was dubious. Now that he had been caught, he would be an automatic suspect for similar crimes even if he stayed clean and had his record cleared when he reached eighteen.

Though his window of opportunity to get rich quick through crime had slammed shut, he wasn't stuck with the same limited options as Buck. With his computer hacking skills, Alf could land an excellent job with a cyber security company. It wasn't a horrible future, but a steady job felt like a continuation of the incarceration he was currently forced to endure. What was a job anyway but slavery to someone else's whims and desires? That future was unbearable to Alf. Running his own business or stealing what he needed were the only options that appealed. The path of crime was certainly more thrilling, but its allure was countered by the memory of the look of extreme shock and disappointment on his parent's faces when they came to bail him out of jail. He wasn't sure why, but he wanted them to be proud of him.

Avoiding trouble and going straight was the logical course, but he couldn't resist bending and bypassing some of the rules of his sentence, especially because the fools who ran Meany's made it so easy. Either they didn't read his record thoroughly or they weren't provided the full details of his crime. They foolishly honored his request to work in the library and access computers to continue his course of online studies. From there, it was ridiculously simple to access the school's system and take control of it.

An old croc named Jasper was their system administrator. He was a novice, who only had the position because he was the most computer knowledgeable among a staff composed of technology ignoramuses. Poor Jasper was nowhere near Alf's league. The scalie kept all of his passwords written down in his desk drawer. True, his office was always locked, but that was no deterrent to Alf, who had nimble fingers that with a few simple tools were able to open doors easily. Even when Jasper discovered what Alf was doing, the wily coyote was prepared to take advantage of the croc's dual weakness for interspecies porn and whiskey. A little blackmail threat, some occasional cuddling and foreplay, and the reward of booze kept Jasper in line and shielded Alf from further inquiry into his petty misdemeanors.

With Jasper's passwords, Alf was able to roam the system as he pleased and rapidly worked out all of the school's security systems and cameras. He created his own shadow administrator's account. He modified food deliveries to the kitchen and had Jasper intercept whatever extra snacks and goodies he ordered before the food service workers ever saw them. The Warden's liquor deliveries were known to Alf ,and he ordered extra for himself, a few to trade for favors or protection, and always a bottle of fine whiskey for his good buddy Jasper.

Alf kept his indiscretions to himself mostly, but used the liquor to have an occasional romantic evening in his room with a boy who caught his fancy. Being an introvert, he wasn't charming or popular, but it was amazing how enticing alcohol or prohibited goodies like chips, doughnuts, and chocolate could be.

Only two months of his two-year sentence to reform school had elapsed. He was determined to get out of Meany's as soon as he could, so he took no excessive risks. Tonight was an exception. For a reason even he found inexplicable, he was breaking out and leaving the school. The odds of being caught were small considering that he owned the security system. There would be no record of his escape. It was a Saturday night, which meant there would be no deliveries and minimal staff present. There was no reason for anyone to come looking for him or miss him for the few hours he would be gone.

Even with all of his precautions, he knew bad luck could trip him up just as it had when it landed him here. The note he clutched in his white paw gave him the incentive to carry out his scheme in defiance of the risks. Sex was the one thing that he enjoyed in the physical world, and the chance to have it with a female for the first time was too good to forego. Males were fine for a fun fuck. He liked getting it on with a guy now and then, but he was bisexual and had wanted for some time to experience the other half of his sexual nature. Unfortunately, the opposite sex wanted more than just a quick good time, and Alf found the dating and romancing behaviors required to woo them tedious and annoying. Tonight he had a chance for a one-night stand that would end his heterosexual virginity status.

Alf found the message wrapped around a stone in the grass while being forced to walk around the exercise yard. He hated the mandatory sun and exercise for more reasons than just his preference for his cyber world. The yard was a dangerous place where bullies could easily corner and abuse him, and he was not tough enough to fight back.

In his short time at this school, he had failed to find any strong friends for protection. He was looking for someone he could bribe, but hadn't settled on a likely candidate yet. The decision couldn't wait much longer because it was only a matter of time before some bully and his gang found out about Alf's ability to acquire forbidden luxuries. They would beat, rape, and extort him into working for them. He needed protection first, and was frantically combing the student's records for someone he could trust.

Thus, it was with his usual trepidation that he had set hindpaw in the exercise yard, but for the first time he was grateful for the opportunity. He got a hard on every time he thought about the note that he had found there. He read it again one last time before he began his escape.

Hi. My name's Miranda, and I'm looking for some fun with a guy on Saturday. There is a tunnel just above where I dropped this note that leads to an all-girl school on the other side. If you come to my room at 9 pm on Saturday, I'll be waiting. I am in the four story dorm labeled "Building B". My room is 406. It is the third from the south end on the top floor. It's been a while, so be prepared for a long night."

A written note was no different to Alf from anything he read on the net and just as likely to be bullshit, so he did his research to discover if Miranda was real or just a prank by some of his rotten fellow inmates. The name was unique enough that it didn't take long to find her and learn from her own social media sites that she was attending Ivystone just next door.

She was so hot, he yanked himself off as he perused her photos. Cats always struck him as the sexiest furs, but she was beautiful even by cat standards. In one picture, she wore a tiny, blue bikini that only covered what it must to meet decency laws, and maybe not even that. Her sinuous body was sleek and taut as she deliberately struck an inviting pose for the camera. Her fur had been dyed black in places to simulate braided cord entwining her arms, legs, and torso. The erotic effect was enhanced by the silver piercings in her upright ears and belly button. Alf was instantly enchanted and willing to risk anything for a chance to hit it off with her.

Planning his outing was easy, but he would take a different route than the one she suggested. He hated heights and had no intention of crawling through a nasty, dark tunnel. Maps of his school, the road in between, and Ivystone were all available on-line. As soon as darkness fell on Saturday, he activated a magnetic proximity card he borrowed from Jasper's desk, checked the monitors to locate all of the on duty staff, and set off at a casual and confident pace to the main gate. Cameras that should have recorded his passage were programmed to stop recording and repeatedly report the last frame they had taken during the time he needed to exit the campus. A brief detour at the maintenance garage netted him one of the school's scooters that the staff used for errands around Meany's.

Waiting until he was past the main gate and far enough down the road that he couldn't be heard, he started the engine and turned on the headlight. The moon was full, but some clouds were starting to obscure the round disc. As Alf drove the three winding miles to the entrance to Ivystone, he hoped it didn't rain on his way back.

The large, wrought iron gates of the girl's school were open when he arrived, but Alf stopped anyway. He affectionately thought of the arched entrance as heaven's gate while he hid the scooter in some shrubs before walking directly to Building B. He didn't dare enter the front door of Miranda's dorm, though, for fear of being seen. This was a girls only school. Instead, he searched for a back way in.

The locked basement door didn't slow him down. It opened into the laundry room. Several machines were running indicating that some of the girls were up and about despite the late hour. He cursed himself for not thinking through how he was going to get to Miranda's room on the fourth floor without being seen. He was the only boy on campus. That would make him stand out and raise alarms. A disguise was needed, and the laundry gave him an idea.

He had always been told that he had a girlish figure that was slender and a little too curvy. It was another reason besides his lack of social skills that made getting dates with boys easier than girls. Normally, it pissed him off, but maybe today, it would help him get laid by a female.

Several dryers were full of finished laundry. Alf searched through the bundles of tangled garments for something that would fit. One load appeared to belong to a girl close to his size. Removing the still warm clothes, he reveled in the fresh clean smell and pleasing warmth that triggered memories of home. Reluctantly surrendering the comforting feeling, he dumped the clothes on a table and began sorting them. He chose a snug, sleeveless, red halter top with a hem that ended just above his belly button. A portrait of Hello Kitty was embroidered on the front. A red and black, pleated micro-mini skirt seemed to match, so he put it on figuring he might as well go bold and hide in plain sight as people liked to say.

The tight, white panties with black lace trim and little red hearts were probably over the top, but he wore them anyway reasoning that his boxers were baggy and he needed something to keep his junk tucked between his legs so he didn't bulge out the front and give himself away. There were less overtly feminine pairs of underwear to choose, but he reasoned that the sexy pair was the best match for his outfit. In truth, he liked the way they barely covered his ass. The final touch was a pair of thigh length red and black striped socks. We wished he had better footwear to go with them, but his grimy, old black deck shoes were all he had.

If he had been honest with himself, he would have admitted that he enjoyed dressing in drag. He had never tried on girls clothes before. Maybe if he had an older sister or a mom who wasn't so petite, the opportunity might have been available at home. Now he had the opportunity, and it was a surprisingly kinky turn on. Alf was extremely pleased with his reflection in an old grime covered mirror on the wall. He made an all right looking girl except for being flat chested and his lack of hairstyle. Alf fantasized briefly about curling his hair and experimenting with makeup. He found himself getting a rise over the notion.

"Down, boy," he muttered to his dick as it swelled enough to poke out of its protective sheath and past the waistband of his panties. "We can't have you sticking out. I'm supposed to be a girl now. God. I hope I can walk like one."

To hide his face, which did look a little to masculine and would be unfamiliar to the occupants of this school, he selected a black hoodie that pulled far over his head so only the tip of his snout protruded from the shadows. His own clothes went in a plastic bag to carry up to Miranda's room.

The impromptu disguise worked surprisingly well as he climbed quickly past three girls walking down the stairs carrying laundry baskets. Giggling and laughing amongst themselves, they paid him no heed. He did his best to not stare openly, but they were all too sexy to ignore. None of them were feline, so Miranda wasn't among them. One of them was a fox about his size. He wondered if the clothes he borrowed belonged to her. If she was, Alf was grateful she didn't recognize his stolen garments as hers and sound an alarm.

No one else was moving around, and the fourth floor hallway as empty. There was no answer as he tapped lightly on Miranda's door. That was not a good sign, but he picked the lock with ease as he smiled thinking of the rest of her locks he was hoping to pick tonight.

He closed the door quickly as he entered. The brief illumination from the hall showed him enough of the room to see that Miranda wasn't home. There was a desk, a dresser, a bed, and small closet. Before Alf could explore further or decide how long and where to wait for Miranda, the window opened. A shape was briefly silhouetted against the starlight.

"Was Miranda sneaking into her own room?" Alf wondered as he turned on the light.

Buck blinked at the sudden brightness and held his hand in front of his face to try to see beyond the harsh fluorescent ceiling bulbs. Alf's eyes were less affected having spent but a dozen or so seconds in the darkness. He quickly recognized the intruder and knew his name from his case files. It was Buck.

The horse made Alf nervous whenever he saw him at the reform school. His unexpected appearance here was terrifying. Buck's crime had been ruled as self-defense, but the brutal nature of the beating he gave his attackers was laid out in grisly detail in his case file. Even the worst offenders at the school didn't mess with this horse. He was a killer, and Alf was here to screw around with his girlfriend.

A cold fist of dread squeezed Alf's guts. While trying not to puke or wet himself, Alf's brain instantly began thinking of ways to escape. One paw was on the doorknob still. He was about to open it and run when he heard voices in the hall. He was trapped. The only course he had available to save himself was to beg for his life and promise the violent horse whatever he wanted. That was his intent, but instead of raging and threatening to kill Alf, the colt was desperately apologetic.

"What? Oh, I am so sorry. I must have the wrong room. Don't be afraid or scream or anything please. I'm looking for a white cat not a canine. I don't know her name, but she told me this was her room. Are you her roommate?"

Too scared to think straight, Alf was puzzled. Why didn't the killer colt recognize him? They hardly ever spoke to each other and never hung out together, but it was a small school. They had seen each other many times during the last few months. Then he remembered his disguise.

"He thinks I'm a chick," the coyote realized, and a naughty idea crept into his head in spite of his fear. How far could he go with Buck before the colt realized he was a guy? As Alf wrestled with his illicit idea, Buck continued to try to placate the girl he feared was about to scream.

"Please. I'll do whatever you want, just don't tell anyone I'm here. Ok? I'll be in big trouble. I just came to meet someone. She's expecting me. I can go out your door or the window. Just tell me what you want me to do, and I'll do it."

Alf knew what he wanted Buck to do, strip off his clothes and let Alf climb on top of him. The brute was handsome, and horses were well endowed. Alf imagined the colt's powerful arms caressing his stomach and thighs as he stroked Bucks mighty cock to its full length. In this moment of vulnerability, the colt seemed capable of such tenderness.

More importantly, though, he was strong enough to snap Alf in two. That thought was enough to end Alf's lustful mental wanderings. It was too risky to try to dupe a killer just to get his paw down the studly horse's pants. There was no recourse for Alf but to give up on his romantic encounter with Miranda, come clean with Buck, and plea for mercy.

Buck blinked in confusion as Alf unzipped his stolen sweat jacket and pulled the hood back.

"Whoa! I know you. You're, a guy. You're that nerd coyote who works in the library."

It was Alf's turn to be apologetic.

"Look, pal I don't want any trouble. I got the wrong room that's all. If you let me go I'll make it worth your while."

Buck seemed unconcerned by Alf's presence and, to the coyote, strangely unhostile.

"Al? That's your name isn't it?"

"Actually, it's Alf."

"Alf? What's that short for? Alfred?"

"Worse. Alfonse."

Buck chuckled. Alf shrugged his shoulders and shared Buck's laugh. He never liked his name and didn't mind if others thought it funny. Glimpsing the brief smile on the killer's face gave Alf hope for leniency. Buck was acting friendly enough while remaining calm and unthreatening.

"I'm Buck."

"What? Like a bucking bronco."

"Funny. Like I've never heard that before."

"Is Buck also short for something?"

"Yeah. Bucephalus, an old family name. I hate it. Buck sounds a lot less gay."

An uncontrollable and girlish fit of giggling overcame Alf.

"What's so funny?"

"Your name is even more appropriate than I thought."

Puzzled, Buck asked, "Why?"

"You don't know? Oh, man, Bucephalus was Alexander the Great's steed. It's like the most legendary feral horse ever."

The colt's confused expression prompted Alf to roll his eyes in disgust.

"The Macedonian who conquered a big part of central Asia thousands of years ago? No? Doesn't anyone at that stupid reform school ever read?"

"Got no time for studying history. I've been too busy trying to stay alive and out of trouble in the present."

"Too busy killing people you mean."

Instantly realizing his mistake, Alf put his paw over his mouth in alarm. He hadn't meant to say that. Buck scowled and grew defensive.

"How do you know that? I never told anyone why I got sent to Meany's."

"I'm sorry. That was a stupid thing to say. It's just...well...I read your files, and...and...ok...I told some others. Please don't kill me."

"I'm not gonna kill you, doofus, but fuck, now I know why everyone avoids me. How did you get access to my file anyway? That's all supposed to be confidential."

Alf had screwed up. He couldn't keep the secret of his network access from Buck now, but a crazy idea was forming in his slippery brain to compensate. Maybe he could impress the colt with his illicit skills. Buck didn't seem like the kind who would rat on him. The horse kept to himself mostly, avoiding trouble and the school staff. Maybe he was the prospective friend Alf needed who was strong enough to protect him from the gangs of rapists who were always preying on the weaker kids.

"I've read everyone's files. Hacking is my specialty. That's how I walked right out tonight past all the cameras and locked gates."

"You went out the front?"

"I even stole a scooter to ride over here."

"Cool. I guess it pays to be smart."

"So far so good," thought Alf, but aloud he said, "Just like it pays to be strong. No one messes with you."

Buck thought about some of the bullying he had witnessed at the reform school and the fact that even the gangs hadn't tried anything on him.

"That's an advantage, I guess."

"You guess? Man, you scare the shit out of everyone."

Being thought of as a killer was not a source of pride for Buck. It upset him deeply. He didn't like being feared. That wasn't whom he was or how he hoped to be perceived. He just wanted to have some friends and lead a normal life. He frowned unconsciously as he dwelled on his reputation. His sour mood was not missed by Alf.

"Hey. Don't feel bad about it. I like you being you. Look at me. I'm skinny, nerdy, and easy prey. I could use an intimidating friend like you."

A sideways, suspicious glance from Buck let Alf know he had yet to convince the colt.

"Now that I've met you, I'm not afraid of you. You're ok."

Buck's expression turned hopeful.

"Really?"

"Cross my heart and everything." Alf's forefinger traced an invisible 'X' over the cat face in the center of his chest. "I think we can be great friends while we're stuck here, and since friends help each other, how would you like to make a deal and enter into a partnership?"

The wary look returned.

"I don't want trouble. I want to get out of Meany's clean and move on with my life."

"No worries. I just want you to keep me safe and unmolested. You protect me, and I'll get you things you want but can't have, like special food items, booze, condoms, you name it."

Buck's ears swiveled forward in interest.

"You can do that?"

"Sure. I already do it for myself; been doing it for months. No one can find out, because I cover my tracks, and I got the goods on one of the staff who has to help me or he'll lose his job."

Buck's ears drooped again.

"Sounds like trouble to me. I don't need more trouble."

"There's always risk with anything. You just have to weigh the gains versus the consequences. Tell you what, if you get caught with some contraband, you can finger me and get off with a slap on the wrist. I'll be the one in real trouble. I think your risk is pretty low."

"Hmm."

Buck considered the coyote's argument. It would be nice to have a few special items that the school wouldn't provide, especially some of his favorite snacks that he hadn't had in months.

"Ok. I can be your bodyguard. I'll work on a list of what I want."

"Sweet. I'm going to turn this light off again so no one sees it on and gets suspicious."

Once again, they shared the dark, but the clouds that had obscured the large harvest moon had moved on. Recast in sepia, Miranda's room took on the quality of a late nineteenth century photo. The ample moonlight allowed Alf to walk to where Buck stood by the foot of the bed without bumping into the other furniture. Alf held out his right paw for Buck to shake.

"Buddies?"

Buck grasped Alf's paw but looked uncomfortable as he did.

"Sure. Buddies until we get out of Meany's." Before he continued, Buck scanned Alf's outfit from his old sneakers, up his thin, stocking clad legs, past his skirt and narrow waist to end staring face to face with Sanrio's billion-dollar icon. "Since we're friends, maybe you can tell me why you're dressed like a girl."

Alf had forgotten about his disguise and laughed.

"Whoops. No wonder you've been looking at me so strangely." Alf sat on the bed with his legs open in an un-lady like manner exposing his nearly overflowing panties. His paw patted the bed motioning for the colt to sit next to him. Buck looked askance at the coyote before rolling his eyes and plopping himself heavily on the bed a foot away from the coyote.

"Long story, Buck, but I think you may know some of it."

Buck listened quietly as Alf related the details of finding the note and his research into Miranda's identity. Buck was grateful to learn the cat's name. Alf then explained the details of his escape from school and finally the reason for his clothing swap.

"You're a cunning and devious bastard."

Grateful for the compliment, Alf's tail began to wag.

"I can't climb walls like you, so I needed to blend in."

"It's a great disguise. You had me totally fooled. I really thought you were a chick and were gonna freak out and scream. I was getting ready to make a quick exit."

"Thanks. I kind of like the look myself. Not anything I would wear around Meany's unless I wanted a week long ass ache, but maybe in private for the right guy."

Alf was warming up to this horse. He was not the stone cold killer he had thought. Alf poked Buck in his thigh as he said the phrase "right guy." Buck shuffled away sideways on the bed a few more inches.

"Whoa. Are you gay?"

"Bisexual, actually. I came here hoping to fuck Miranda just like you."

Buck admitted that was why he was there and revealed how he had met the cat and set up their date. Buck scratched his chin when he was done.

"I wonder if the note you found was meant for me."

"Oh, I'm sure it was. I knew all along that it wasn't intended for me specifically. In fact, now that I know it was you who was personally invited...well, that puts me in a very uncomfortable position."

"How?"

"When she shows up, I'm going to be the one to make this a crowd, or..."

Alf let the thought remain unspoken.

"Or what?"

"Considering your disinterest in reading, I doubt you have heard the French phrase ménage à trois have you?"

Buck shook his head. His golden mane swayed seductively. Alf desperately wanted to run his claws through it but didn't dare. Not yet.

"It's a fancy term for a three way. In our case, two guys and a girl."

"You mean me, you, and Miranda having sex...together...at the same time?"

Alf nodded and began bouncing up and down.

"Exactly. You willing if she's willing? I sure am."

Buck scratched his head absently running his own fingers through his hair as his ears twitched back and forth. Jealous of those equine digits, Alf struggled to keep his paws to himself. Buck remained oblivious to his desire.

"I don't know. I'm not sure I can do it with another guy around. That would be kind of weird. Wouldn't it? I mean, we'd like see each other's dicks all hard, and what if we touched each other accidentally?" Struggling with the possibilities, Buck began to babble. "I guess she would be between us. One in front. One in back. Isn't that right?"

Chuckling, Alf slid his hips sideways closing some of the gap between himself and Buck again.

"I'm not sure about the girl part. I've never had sex with one before. Just other guys and even then only one at a time and not very often. Tonight seemed like my best chance to finally do it with a girl, but you're the one she asked for, not me. I just thought since we're buddies now, you could share, but Miranda has to be agreeable, of course."

Buck was silent. It was apparent the colt was uncomfortable with the idea, so Alf decided to cut his losses and retreat.

"Ok. I know when I'm not wanted. I'll hoof it back to Meany's, no pun intended, and leave you to have good time. No hard feelings. I still want to be your friend. Hell, I'll even leave something under your pillow tonight to prove it."

Rising up from the bed to leave, Alf used his paw as leverage on Buck's muscular thigh. Expecting the horse to flinch, Alf was surprised when the colt's strong hand grasped his wrist and kept him from walking away.

"Wait. Don't go. I think I want you to stay."

Alf sat, but this time right next to his new friend so that their legs touched.

"You think?"

"You gave me Miranda's name. That's worth something. Besides, you seem all right, and I can use a friend. Friends share right?"

"Right."

The coyote's tail wrapped gently around Buck's waist. Buck's tail flicked back and forth nervously.

"If she freaks, you go, though, ok?"

"She probably will. It's obviously you she wants, and why not? Just look at you. You're strong, handsome, and brooding with mystery, while I'm just a skinny coyote nerd who's never touched a girl let alone had sex with one."

"You're not that bad look...Wait. You think I'm handsome. Really? Is that how guys see me or girls?"

"Both. I'm sure of it. I bet Miranda was drooling over you when you first met. Did she bat her eyes and swoon over your muscles and gorgeous mane?"

Alf dared to twirl his claw in Buck's hair briefly to emphasize his point.

"I was hanging off a rock wall. I didn't have a lot of attention to spare for a detailed survey of her expressions."

Buck didn't notice Alf's intrusion of his personal space. A pleasant memory distracted him.

"She did flash her tits at me."

"Fuck. That's sick, dude. She's one horny kitty. I can't wait to see those for myself...and touch 'em. Shit. I bet she hasn't had sex in a year to go this far for a date. My chances just got a whole lot better. This is gonna be so awesome."

With nothing else to do but wait, Alf's euphoria quickly faded, and an awkward silence ensued. Neither boy knew what to do or say. Noticing that it was fifteen minutes past Miranda's meeting time, Buck began to get anxious.

"Do you think she's coming? Is this even the right room?"

"It's her room. I checked the school's records. Miranda Jennifer Cartwright has been in this room for nearly a year. Don't worry. I say we give her another thirty minutes just to be sure."

Trust was building inside Buck for his new friend. Alf was smart and seemed to know everything. The colt's nervousness subsided now that he was convinced he was in the correct place.

"What do we do until then?"

A mischievous grin spread over Alf's muzzle.

"We could warm ourselves up for her arrival."

A quick squeeze of the colt's thigh made Alf's intent clear. Rather than recoil or pull away as he had previously, Buck continued to hold firmly to Alf's wrist.

"How?"

"If you let go of my arm, I'll show you."

The grip, tightened slightly.

"You stop if I say so."

Buck's grip released after Alf nodded. The coyote rubbed his wrist marveling at the strength that had restrained him.

"If you want me to stop, you have the brawn to do it. There's no physical way for me to make you do anything." Alf's voice rose to a ragged falsetto. "Besides, I'm just a helpless little girl here at boarding school, and you are such a strong and strapping horse."

It was an awful impersonation, hardly anything like a real girl, but Buck laughed. Alf was encouraged to move closer and straddled the colt's lap. As he shimmied his slender butt across Buck's thighs, the motion dragged at his skirt and rolled it up to his waist exposing his tight panties.

A faint canine whine escaped Alf as his new friend examined his conspicuous package. With exaggerated slowness, Alf pulled his stolen sweatshirt over his head and tossed it aside fully revealing his tight, red top with its bemused, cartoon cat face.

"What's a wayward girl to do in the midst of such equine virility?" Alf asked in the same mock female voice. "I can't possibly resist."

Buck grabbed the bulge in Alf's stolen underwear giving him a gentle squeeze.

"Don't feel like girl parts to me, but I have to admit, you look kinda hot dressed like this. It's really confusing, actually. Awkward boner time for sure."

Softly inhaling, Alf bent over resting his head on the colt's broad shoulder.

"You really know how to sweet talk a girl."

Alf's fake feminine tone was gone, replaced by a soft, breathless version of the coyote's own normally wisecracking voice.

"I bet the ladies will do anything for a handsome guy like you."

Buck became quiet again. Alf was beginning to understand his friend's moods. The horse had a funny way of curling in the right side of his lip and chewing on it when he was upset or uncertain about something. He was gnawing on it now.

"What's the matter, stud? Please don't tell me that this puppy girl isn't good enough for you."

"Huh? It's not that. I got a confession to make. Families tend to keep their daughters locked inside where I live...lived, and the boys were all mean to anyone who wasn't in their gang. I've never had sex with a girl...or guy...except for occasional blowjobs from a little girl in my apartment building."

"Little? How little?"

"Just younger."

"How much younger?"

"Three years."

"You're a cradle robber. Kinky."

Buck blushed.

"Don't be embarrassed. No girl, not even a little one, has ever touched me before anywhere."

Another moment of silence passed between them. Alf was determined not to let this opportunity die in the conversational vacuum.

"You know, one mouth is as good as another, maybe better. Let me prove it to you."

A sly grin followed by a rapid twist of his body and Alf was between the colt's legs with his knees on the floor and his snout inches from Buck's crotch. Nimble fingers of one paw unfastened the snap of Buck's pants while the other stroked his thigh. Two claws grasped the zipper tab, and Alf paused with an expectant smile.

"You're my first horse. Are you, like, really big. Tell me you're absolutely huge."

"Yeah. I guess so," answered Buck blushing.

"So modest. Let's find out."

A quick tug opened the zipper revealing dark blue briefs already straining to contain their abundant contents.

"Lift your butt."

Buck complied, and his pants slithered to his ankles like a snake shedding its skin.

"The moment of truth," Alf purred as he grasped the elastic waistband with both paws and drew Buck's briefs down revealing the treasure within.

The blonde hair on Buck's mane was duplicated here as a golden tuft above his cock sheath and balls, which were the same dark chocolate as the rest of his fur.

"Nice fat sheath. I'm thinking a lot of flesh can hide in there. Does the little pony want to come out and play?"

Buck nodded and huffed letting free the breath he had been holding the entire time Alf had been disrobing him. Energetic swishing of his tail betrayed his anticipation.

"I'll coax him out."

Alf's assistance was unnecessary. The head emerged on its own, and the rest of the rubbery, pink and black shaft was quickly thickening and sliding through Alf's paws before he could begin caressing its length with long, deliberate strokes of his tongue. It took only a dozen or two heartbeats to come fully erect.

"Ahhh...," Buck gasped as Alf went to work nibbling, kissing, licking, and sucking his way up from Buck's balls to just below the head where pre cum glistened in the moonlight. It began as a small droplet in the center of the blunt end and slowly grew into a puddle. Just as it threatened to spill over the rim, Alf made a production of discovering the little pool and slurping it clean before it could drip onto Miranda's blankets.

The coyote repeated the process several times. Buck groaned, squinted his eyes, and began chewing his lower lip. Convinced that was the signal the colt was close, Alf opened his jaws and took the head and as much of the shaft as he could deep into his mouth before slowly pulling back.

"Oh, fuck!" exclaimed Buck. "That's good. You are better."

"Than your little girl? Of course. I got something she doesn't - a dick, so I know what feels good."

"Can you swallow it all?"

"Are you kidding? This thing's huge, but I might be able to handle whatever comes out of these big boys."

Alf groped the horse's balls and resumed sucking. Buck's breath quickened, and his hands bunched the blankets as he gripped the edge of the bed. Seconds later, Alf felt a pulsing under his paw where he held the base of Buck's shaft. A warm surge of liquid against the roof of his mouth followed, prompting Alf to abandon stimulating his friend as he desperately fought to drink from the fire hose of Buck's pent up sexual energy. Cum spilled past his lips and dripped onto his top despite his best efforts. His expressionless, Japanese, cartoon feline received a gooey facial for the record books.

Wiping his mouth with the back of his paw, Alf only managed to spread the mess and connect his paw to his snout with sticky white strands of cum. Like a small child eating syrup-covered pancakes without silverware, he used his tongue to lick his lips and claws clean.

"Is there always that much, or have you been holding it for weeks?"

Too busy trying to catch his breath, Buck panted and lay back on the bed before answering.

"Usually like...that. Gotta fap...where cleanup...is...easy."

"I feel sorry for whoever's shirt this is. She's gonna have a gooey mess to clean without any of the fun of making it."

"Thanks for doing that, friend. It was great."

"No problem."

Buck's lip chewing mannerism returned. Alf saw it and wondered what his friend was thinking. Was he upset because of what he had just done with another guy? Having experienced this similar post sex awkwardness before, Alf worried that a critical moment in their relationship was approaching. He never seemed to know what to say to his partners afterward to make it feel right. Sometimes it worked itself out just fine, but other times it ended badly. Alf did not want this encounter to go sour. Feeling powerless to intervene, Alf waited anxiously for Buck to speak his mind. Fortunately, his worries were unfounded, and Buck dispelled them with a single statement.

"I...uh...could return the favor if you want."

It was Alf's turn to release a pent up breath. Giddy with happiness, he scrambled back up onto the colt's lap and fading erection; the pleats of his skirt spreading over Buck's enormous cock. His paws rested on Buck's broad chest,

"I do want that, but there's something I want even more."

To clarify his meaning, Alf ground his hips back and forth over Buck's semi-erect cock reveling in the feel as it slid past his balls, along his taint, and to the base of his tail. Each time the head made contact with Alf's sensitive, puckered opening through the thin fabric of his purloined panties, the coyote pushed down harder to leave no doubt what he intended.

Chewing on his lip, Buck muttered, "That's not what I offered."

"But it's what I want. Please? I think you'll like it. I know I will."

"I don't know if I'm ready for that."

"Would you do it with Miranda if she asked?"

Buck stopped biting his lip and seriously pondered the question.

"Maybe...yeah. I probably would."

"How about a different girl?"

"I suppose."

"Then just pretend I'm a girl. I'm dressed like one. Aren't I pretty? I can shove some socks in my shirt to make it look more convincing."

The feel of Buck's tube of horseflesh between Alf's thighs had brought his canine dick to full attention and free from its skimpy cotton prison.

"What about this?" Buck asked. "I've never seen a chick with one of these."

Placing the end of his index finger on the tip of Alf's erection, Buck waggled his digit making the shiny, scarlet organ bounce up and down.

"I can turn the other way and ride reverse cowgirl. You won't see my dick that way, and my tail end's pretty sexy, or so I've been told."

"I don't know."

"Ah, come on."

"Mmm."

"Please. Pretty please with sugar on top...and me on top."

Too immersed in their own hushed but impassioned debate, neither boy heard the faint conversation on the other side of the door between Miranda and Miss Gottlieb. Thus, they were caught blinking in surprised astonishment when Miranda entered the room and turned on the light.

Smell was the first of Miranda's senses to comprehend the unexpected tableaux. Male musk was a familiar odor that heightened her already aroused state. Visual input required her brain a second or two longer to process. The brain is a lazy organ that makes snap judgements from hastily gathered information. Thus, her first impression was that her date was cheating with some bitch. In less time than it takes to blink, the false impression was cast aside as she registered the incongruous fleshy staff stretching out from beneath the canid's skirt.

Joy then became her emotion du jour. One guy was all she had expected, but two getting it on in her bed was a massive upgrade. This evening was shaping up to exceed her wildest dreams. Watching them would be fun. Joining them would be even better. A threesome was on her bucket list, though doing it with a cross dressing coyote and horse was a surprising twist. Miranda licked her lips hungrily. Sometimes reality turned out better than fantasy.

"So you decided to bring a friend, eh? Is it ok if I watch while you two finish up whatever you're doing? This looks so deliciously kinky."

Buck was mortally embarrassed to be caught by a girl with a guy on his lap and his hand on his dick. He lifted Alf and tossed him towards the head of the bed where he landed with a thud against the headboard. Only two thin pillows cushioned the impact. Alf muttered curses and expletives, but Buck ignored him. He was fully exposed to a girl he had only spoken to once and then for just a minute. This was the most awkward moment of his life.

"Uh, yeah. I'm Buck," was all he could stammer as he tried in vain to cover his stiffening horsehood with a blanket.

It was so cute that he was embarrassed that Miranda couldn't resist exploiting his discomfort by teasing the mortified colt.

"I'm not interrupting anything am I? If you're too shy, I can come back later when you two are finished playing with each other."

"No. Not interrupting. No."

She certainly was interrupting, but Buck didn't want to admit to that. Instead, he sought desperately to drive the conversation elsewhere, but talking to girls was difficult for him under ideal circumstances. This situation left him speechless. Alf was not so shy.

"Well, it depends, sister, on whether or not you're cool with me being here. I'm more than happy to share this stud with you."

Embarrassed by the coyote's bluntness, Buck cringed and began chewing on his lip. The gorgeous feline grinned mischievously.

"It's not a bad deal. I busted my ass to get one guy and got two instead. I can suffer your presence and adapt. Besides, I love your outfit. You look really cute."

The loud purr that accompanied her voice was all the encouragement Alf needed. He crawled back across the small bed and sat next to Buck with his canine erection making a circus tent of his red mini skirt. With a sweep of his paw, he pulled the covers away from Buck's crotch revealing his slightly flagging but still mighty boner. The colt tried to grab the blanket back, but Alf tossed it to the floor and out of reach.

"Here we are awaiting your pleasure, Miranda."

"How do you know my name? Have you been going through my stuff?"

"I found your note in the exercise yard. My name's Alf. You already heard that his name is Buck so we're all introduced now. Can we start the sex?"

"Eager aren't you? Haven't you ever heard of foreplay?"

"Did that already before you got here. See?"

He pointed at Buck's cock as he pulled his skirt up revealing his own.

"We're both hard and ready."

With an appraising gaze, Miranda examined their equipment noting their state of readiness as well as the cum on Alf's shirt. The horse needed a little encouragement, but they were set all right. Boys always were. Fortunately, the anticipation of having two guys at once after such a long period of abstinence was all the stimulation she needed. She was so wet; her dance tights were starting to soak through between her thighs.

"Lucky for you I don't need it either."

Long, dexterous fingers grasped the hem of her shirt and dragged it up and over her head revealing her black sports bra that barely contained her round, firm breasts. Her nipples strained to poke through the sheer fabric. A gratuitous wiggling of her hips to squirm out of her dance tights revealed her matching black panties. Though her undergarments were functional athletic gear, their bikini style cut and stark color contrast with her fur made them as sexy as the raciest lingerie.

Mesmerized by her show, Buck stopped nibbling at his lip, and his mouth fell open. This cat was all curves and taught muscle; so much more round and nubile than his skinny little neighbor girlfriend. In contrast to his vocal and physical paralysis, his erection returned in full force. Alf was more animated in his response. He began bouncing up and down on the bed barely able to restrain himself from jerking at his own dick.

Miranda was pleased with their appreciative reactions. Astute enough to know that she was beautiful, and vain enough to enjoy being ogled, she approached the bed and stood within touching distance of the two boys.

"Do you like what you see?"

Buck nodded in mute appreciation. Alf wanted to howl aloud, but knew they had to be quiet so as not disturb any of Miranda's neighbors. He replied in a low voice overflowing with lust.

"God, yes. You're so sexy, I'm about to cum right now without even touching myself."

Miranda smiled and squatted down on her heels as she placed a paw on each boy's thigh perilously close to their centers of pleasure. Her coquettish eyes transfixed Alf.

"That's so sweet. I think you just earned yourself a little reward."

With her claws retracted, she walked her fingers up the remaining distance of their legs then wrapped those same delicate digits around each of their cocks. Starting with Alf, her tongue ran around and over the tip several times making his body shiver involuntarily. The coyote reached out with his left paw and grabbed Buck's right hand, clutching it tenderly. Miranda witnessed the affectionate gesture, and a shudder ran down her spine as she imagined the possibilities they could enjoy together. God, how she wanted this night to last forever, but an hour or two was all she would be afforded. The must do items on her mental list of carnal desires were given top priority, but she would start with the basics to earn her partners' trust.

Switching her attention to Buck, she absently slid her palm up and down Alf's shaft to keep him moaning and on the edge of orgasm. The colt had obviously spewed his seed already. She could taste it on his shaft. The source of the mess on Hello Kitty's face was explained.

"Were you a naughty pony and spooged without me?"

Buck was finally beginning to find his courage and his voice, mostly because it seemed so silly not to be able to speak his mind to a girl as he stared into her eyes while she had her lips stretched around the head of his dick.

"Sorry. Yes. I was naughty, but I can do it again."

Grinning wickedly, she let his cock slip out of her mouth. A thin, clear bridge of saliva spanned the small gap between her lips and his glans. It held for a moment like a slender arch of glass, glistening in the moonlight until she spoke. The movement of her lips made the fragile structure snap in two.

"More than once when I have my way with you. I plan to drain your balls tonight."

A playful squeeze from her paw around one of his dangling fruit made him twitch uncontrollably.

"But first, I intend to punish you for your bad behavior. It's the bottom of the pile the rest of the night for you, and you have to do exactly as I say."

As she spoke, she bent each of their dicks over their own thighs until the shafts touched. She held them there for a moment comparing them. Alf's was oozing pre-cum copiously.

"Alf here has a very nice sized tool. On the big side without being too much, and there's this very exciting knot. The stretching sensation when that goes in is exquisite."

Her paw rubbed his knot like it was the genie's lamp, but instead of a puff of smoke and the appearance of a wish granting magical being, a more generous stream of clear pre-cum emerged. Her eyes fixed on Alf's as she noisily slurped the liquid. A high-pitched whine of pleasure and the staccato tapping of one hindpaw on the floor betrayed the coyote's highly agitated state.

"Don't lose it yet, Alf. I want what you got in here in me."

Alf's balls got a similar squeeze before Miranda's attention returned to the huge, rubbery tube of horseflesh in her other paw.

"A horse, though, is new for me. Quite the monster you have here Buck. I'll have to work up to this. I think Alf's job is going to be to pioneer a path. Sorry, my little pony. You get sloppy seconds. You cool with that?"

Buck would be happy if he was last in line for her at an orgy, but that sounded too pathetically desperate to confess. Besides, he was more concerned with the way she was taking control of the evening. In his limited experience, girls were passive when it came to sex. Paradoxically, she was downright dominating, and it frightened him a bit.

"Yeah. I suppose, but what do you mean by doing as you say?"

"Just that. You follow orders. That goes for you, too, doggie girl-boy. I'm in charge tonight. I can't have two guys going wild on me especially with weapons like these. Don't worry, though. We'll do some of everything and do it safely."

"Everything?" gasped Alf. "Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God."

"Safe?" wondered Buck with less enthusiasm. "You mean with condoms?"

"No, silly. I don't want a latex balloon full of your juice. I want it in my mouth, in my pussy, and in my ass. By safe, I mean that no one gets hurt or does anything they don't want to. Got it?"

Both boys nodded eagerly; Alf like a bobble head on the dashboard of a jeep gone off road in a tortured landscape, and Buck with slightly more dignity.

"You agree with my rules?"

They nodded again.

"Excellent!"

She rubbed her paws together.

"First some more reward, then a little discipline."

With deliberate sexiness, she gyrated her hips as she rose to a standing position, then began a saucy dance in place that ended with her dragging her sports bra over head to let her bountiful breasts flop out. They were beautifully round and firm. Alf inhaled through his teeth making a hissing noise. As he reached to stroke himself, Miranda interrupted him.

"Uh uh, Alfie. No touching your little doggie unless I say so."

Frustrated, Alf whined in a pitch so shrill it was barely audible. Miranda's sensitive hearing registered it. The discordant sound was music to her ears.

The girlish coyote was so keyed up and horny that he could barely contain himself. With his fingers opening and closing on his trembling right paw, it seemed as though it was trying to decide on its own whether to obey her or not. Control won out, and Alf's, paw found rest on the bed while his left paw clutched tighter at Buck's right hand.

"So malleable and ready," thought Miranda. "I'm going to have plenty of fun with him."

Turning her back to her consorts and flicking her tail across their snouts, she gave them a front row view of her shapely ass as she bent over to retrieve some garments from her dresser. Alf began to move forward, so eager was he to hump her round butt. Buck held him down, enforcing their promise to do as she said.

Finding what she was looking for, a string bikini, she turned around and pointed at Buck.

"You, lie on the bed with your head near the foot."

Buck did as ordered forcing Alf to stand. Both boys wondered what was next. In his impatience, Alf decided to get naked and began removing his Hello Kitty top.

"I didn't say you could get undressed."

Alf quickly pulled the shirt back down and straightened the hem around his midriff.

"You're my pretty, little femboy tonight, so find some jewelry in my dresser to go with that getup."

Alf's ears drooped slightly at being called a femboy, but the thought of adding jewelry to his outfit excited him enough that his wagging tail betrayed his desire to pursue this kink to its extreme. Once Alf was happily sorting through bracelets, rings, and hair clips, Miranda climbed on top of Buck.

"I wish I had some handcuffs, but these will do, I suppose."

"I can get you handcuffs," said Alf without irony as he sorted through a pile of silver bracelets trying to find something that he thought matched his clothes.

"Really? You're into bondage?"

"Not yet, but willing to do whatever you desire. What I mean is we're in a prison for bad kids. They have all kinds of restraining devices over there. I'll steal whatever's on your list."

"Wait a second," interrupted Buck. "What do you want handcuffs for?"

"For you, stud," she purred as she straddled his chest and pinned his wrists to the bed with her paws. "You're strong and muscular. I like that. It makes me want to control you. Just thinking about dominating you makes me wet. Can you feel how wet I am?"

Subtle movements of her hips caressed the shaft of his cock between her buttocks. Her tail's tip probed the base of his balls. Too many sensations assaulted Buck's senses at once to gage the moisture content of her underwear. Words failed him again, and he began chewing on his lip.

"Handcuffs might hold a buff horse like you, but my swimsuit won't, so what have you got to be afraid of?"

"Uh, nothing, I guess."

"That's right. It's all playful fun."

She began tying the string of her bikini top to his right wrist as she spoke.

"Just let me know any time if you want free."

Being a utilitarian piece of furniture, the bed had no post, rails, or ornamentation of any kind. Reaching for the leg to tie off the other end of her skimpy bathing top required her to bend over Buck placing her ample breasts in his face. The semi-sweet odor of the sweat from her dancing class and her mad dash to her room penetrated his brain driving away all thoughts of refusal. He mumbled around those furry orbs as her nimble fingers tied her knots.

"I will."

"Good boy. This bed is a piece of shit. I doubt anyone has ever given it the workout it's gonna get tonight, so don't get too frisky. You'll yank the legs off." One of her paws lovingly stroked his bicep. "You're capable of it alright."

Alf watched with mounting frustration as Miranda's supple body moved over Buck while the tip of her tail continued its exploration of the colt's nether regions. By the time she had finished securing both of Buck's wrists, the coyote was shuffling in place like a kid who has to pee and can't hold it much longer.

"May I yank myself, please?" begged Alf. "I can get it right back up again no problem."

"No. You may not. Keep working on making yourself pretty, you skinny bitch. I'll be there in a moment to help you."

Satisfied that her playtime pony was sufficiently restrained, she treated him to a lengthy kiss. Like a python, her tail wrapped itself several times around his cock and stroked it up and down in its furry embrace as her tongue explored his mouth. It was the most passionate kiss Buck had ever experienced. As she pulled her mouth away from his, Buck's tongue stretched out to maintain the contact. Miranda used her index finger to push it gently back into his mouth.

"Don't go anywhere. I have to help your lover friend to look her best."

"She's...he's, not my lover, just a friend."

"We'll see about that."

There was an ominous undercurrent to her simple statement. Like the Cheshire cat from Alice in Wonderland, her devious grin filled his vision until it was all he could see. Deeply immersed in the chemical brew of the hormone-filled room, Buck suspected he was in way over his head. Closing his eyes, he focused on the erotic pleasures he hoped she would provide and not on any of the many deviant perversions that he feared. It was a pointless exercise. She was so sexually compelling that he was certain he was going to do whatever she asked of him no matter what the cost to his dignity or sense of right and wrong.

Miranda left Buck to his thoughts and transitioned to playing dress up with Alf. The jewelry that the coyote had picked was deemed acceptable by the cat. On his left wrist, he had an assortment of silver bracelets. His fingers were slender like hers and he found some matching silver rings for both paws. The clip-on rings on his left ear were a nice touch, but she harrumphed in disappointment over the mess that was his hair.

Working quickly, since time was against her, and she really wanted to have both her boys immediately, she wove in some braids and hair clips to add some style to his ragged mop. Deciding his clothes were good enough and having nothing sexier on hand, she contented herself with many unnecessary adjustments that involved excessive handling of his balls and pinching of his butt as she worked around his still stiff cock with its fully swollen knot. A puddle of pre cum larger than the span of her forepaw had collected on the floor at his hindpaws by the time she was done.

"There. You make a pretty sexy, if flat chested, girl when done up properly. What do you think, Buck? How do you like your gawky femboy?"

"I think you're much prettier."

"Awww. You're adorably charming, but don't pretend that you don't want her. If you're good, or even if you aren't, I just may let you have her later. For now, she's mine."

"Hey," protested Alf. "I'm a he not a she."

"You are whatever I say you are. You agreed to that, remember?"

Grudgingly, Alf admitted he had.

"Good. Now, you two can't stay all night, so let's get busy."

Leading Alf by the paw, Miranda returned to the bed where Buck laid spread eagle.

"Go ahead and take my panties off, Alf."

Delighted to comply, the coyote peeled the tight garment away while keeping his snout as close to her fleshy cleft as possible without making contact. Deep breaths and a satisfied sigh were the snitches that exposed his desire.

"You like that?"

Alf nodded.

"I bet you do. You can start there and show me how acrobatic your tongue is. Just let me get in position first.

Miranda climbed over Buck and got on her knees in the sixty-nine position so her thighs were against his upper chest. She wiggled her calves under his outspread arms to hold them pinned in the crook behind her knees. The result of her maneuverings placed her moist snatch directly over the tip of his snout.

"Just lie back and enjoy this, Buck. I want some of that tangy milk you gave your coyote bitch. You can watch her please me with her mouth. Come on Alf; time for you to perform."

Alf moved to the foot of the bed, kneeled on the floor behind Buck's head, grabbed the base of Miranda's tail in one paw, snuggled his snout in below her buttocks and began licking. He couldn't help but stroke himself with his other paw hoping Miranda was too busy to notice.

She was. Buck's prodigious staff gave her plenty of territory to explore with her lips, tongue, and teeth. Alternating between gentle licks and playful bites, she had Buck moaning and writhing in pleasure. Steel creaked and groaned in response to his involuntary tugging at his bonds. Miranda gave silent thanks for the thick, stone walls that were mostly soundproof.

Alf's tongue was long and eager, gliding from her tailhole to the button at the top of her sex and exploring everything in between. Miranda was soon moaning and gasping louder than Buck. Each time Alf nuzzled up tight against her clitoris, sucking it between his lips like a baby at his mother's teat, she would yelp uncontrollably. A series of small orgasms followed that made her twitch, squirm and purr.

To avoid screaming, she took as much of Buck's cock into her mouth as she could. The fleshy popsicle was fun to lick and suck but she wanted a taste of the cream inside. Using both paws, she began stroking him vigorously.

To Alf she said, "Time to ride me, doggie, but no knot. You got that. No knot. I don't want you stuck in me, not yet. You do, and I'll drag you around by your dick and make you suffer."

It took all of Alf's self-control not to cum just thinking about penetrating her. Knotting was superfluous. Full of anticipation for his first time inside a girl, he climbed up on the bed and squatted against her gorgeous bottom. His balls dangled over Buck's forehead treating the horse to an under the skirt view of his new friend's red cock sliding inside Miranda's dripping pussy until the veiny, swollen knot was snug up against her lips. Alf held tight to her slender waist with both paws as he began rocking his hips furiously.

Having a close up view of Alf's ride coupled with Miranda's intense stimulation of his own cock took the colt to the brink of the precipice of pleasure and over the edge into the exhilarating void beyond. Straining hard at the constraints that bound him until the fabric of her bikini began to fray and tear, he relaxed only when the euphoric spasms in his loins ceased.

Alf was in perfect synchronicity with his friend. The caress of the soft, velvety heat within Miranda's pussy and a few urgent thrusts were all that he needed to release what he had been aching for all evening. Alf's orgasm wasn't the river of cum that Buck had spewed earlier, but it felt to Alf as if it would never stop.

There was no lie in Buck's boast that he could cum copiously twice in one night. Happy, gurgling, slurping sounds accompanied Miranda's successful fight to consume Buck's second load, or nearly all of it. She held back the last of it in her cheek, gathering the salty goo into a ball. Looking down past her breasts and belly, she could see Alf's white spooge leaking onto Buck's snout - indisputable evidence that Alf had honored his word regarding his knot. That was a pleasant surprise. Plenty of canids she had been with lost all control when they were ready to cum, ramming the shaft and knot in with all their might despite any protests on her part.

The dripping mess inspired her to alter her plan for the next round. Reaching back and grabbing one of Alf's wrists, she tugged on his arm. Speaking with a snout full of jizz was impossible, but her intent was clear.

With reluctance, Alf stood, watching with forlorn loss as his still erect cock slipped out of its warm cocoon. A rush of white fluid followed, but her hips went down on Buck's snout before Alf could observe the full result of his handiwork.

Buck on the other hand, experienced cream pie in abundance. Miranda's open cleft met his mouth like an eager set of lips. The unusual kiss was preceded by the comingled scents of his two companions and followed by the blended taste of Miranda's sweet nectar and Alf's salty milk. It was an intoxicating mix. Buck slurped up as much of the mess as he could before exploring her tunnel in the wake of his intrepid friend.

Alf was dragged awkwardly by the insistent cat forward and onto his back. Incredibly strong for her sex, the weak nerd was powerless to resist. When she had his head resting on Buck's lap with Alf's upturned face beneath hers, Alf noticed that her right cheek was puffed out strangely. He was allowed no time to decipher the meaning of her odd countenance before her lips locked tightly with his.

A gob of fluid passed from her to him. Alf nearly choked and tried to stop it with his tongue until the familiar bite of Buck's juicy load greeted his palate, and he accepted the present gladly. Miranda ran her tongue around inside his mouth forcing him to swallow before releasing his lips from hers.

"You've been snowballed, doggie boy."

"Right in the mouth," Alf agreed smiling.

"Want some of your own back?"

Puzzled for a second, Alf quickly realized her intent.

"You bet."

Spinning around one hundred eighty degrees, Miranda's snatch replaced her snout over Alf's face. He resumed exploring her hidden delights for traces of his previous presence.

She hadn't saved any more of Buck's load to share, but enough of the sticky cream was stuck in the fur around her mouth for Buck to lick off as they cleaned each other's snouts.

"Now I know what horse and coyote cum tastes like," purred Miranda, then added, "Nice. I hope to have more before the night is over."

It was time for a short rest, but Miranda shuddered from another orgasm as Alf's inexhaustible tongue continued to probe her nether regions. To escape, she pulled away from his snout by dragging herself forward on Buck. Once again, her breasts engulfed the colt's snout as she untied his wrists and let the two parts of her bikini slip to the floor.

"I think you were a good boy and can be set free now."

Lying on her side next to Buck on the narrow bed, she let her fingers roam over the muscular contours of his chest and stomach. Her long tail briefly touched the floor before she brought it up to wrap lovingly around Alf's neck.

"Sorry," said Buck sincerely.

"What for? You were great."

"I may have ripped your bikini. I break things accidentally sometimes. Too strong, I guess."

"Don't worry. I'll buy another. My parents have plenty of money."

"Are they rich?"

"Rich enough. They can afford to send me here against my will. How about your parents?"

Instantly, she deduced from his expression that she had broached a sensitive topic.

"They died in a car accident when I was kid. I live with my deadbeat aunt in a bad place as poor as you can get."

"I'm sorry about your folks. That really sucks."

Miranda was unsure what to say about Buck's poverty. Everything she could think of seemed shallow and potentially condescending, so she asked Alf about his family instead.

"My parents do ok, nowhere near being rich, though," he answered. "A couple of wage slaves for the rest of their lives. They don't like where I am right now, but they don't have to pay for my upkeep. It saves them a few bucks if nothing else."

"So what gives with this place you guys are at? Is it some kind of school?"

Buck brooded. Alf laughed.

"More like a jail. We do get to continue our education while we're at Meany's Reform School, but it's really a prison for delinquent punks until they become adults."

Feigning fear, Miranda looked at Alf and then at Buck.

"Prison. Oh my," she said sarcastically. "I should tie you both up for my own safety. What did you do to get sent there?"

"I tried to steal a couple million bucks from an armored car company," bragged Alf with a small measure of pride in his voice.

It was impressive sounding. Miranda's brow rose and her ears turned towards him in admiration.

"Tried?"

"I held a fortune in my paws for about five minutes. It was fucking awesome. Then I got caught in the act. That fucking sucked."

"Wow. How about Buck? What'd he do?"

Alf almost blurted out "murder," then thought better of it.

"I think Buck should tell you that."

Her smile turned into a frown of confusion.

"Why? What did you do, Buck?"

His chest rose and fell with a deep sigh, lifting her paw as it did.

"You might want to tie me up again first so you feel safe. I recommend something stronger than that flimsy bikini."

"What did you do?"

"I killed a kid my age and put two others in the hospital."

Miranda was silent for a minute. Her shock was evident, but she did not recoil from him or remover her paw from over his heart.

"Double wow. Ok. Tell me how and why. It makes a big difference."

"They jumped me. I defended myself, too well I guess. I didn't want to kill anyone. It just got out of control and...I'm not that person, not really. That's not who I am or who I want to be. I don't fight... not anymore."

Buck expected her to be disgusted, to tell him to leave. She was too high class for a loser like him. He was prepared for that but not the kiss she gave him.

"I believe you, Buck. You aren't a murderer. You seem gentle enough to me."

Tears formed in the corners of Buck's eyes.

"Really?"

"Really. Life is all about second chances. You can't let your past define you. Keep being who you are at this moment, and you'll have a great future."

"That's pretty profound, sister," quipped Alf. "Are you studying to be a psychiatrist?"

"Jerk."

Miranda kicked the top of Alf's head gently, then scratched his scalp soothingly with her hindclaws.

"Maybe. Medicine interests me. I'm going to be a doctor of some kind. What about you guys? What are you going to do when you get out of Meany's?"

"Something with computers. I'm not sure what yet," answered Alf.

"Buck?"

"Less grand ideals for me. There's this really nice old llama in our building who knows everything about plumbing, carpentry, mechanical and electrical systems. I help him carry his tools, and he's been teaching me everything he knows. He even pays me a little. I think I can get a job doing building maintenance after I finish my sentence. He's getting old and promised me his tools when he hangs it up for good. Maybe if I can start making money, I can get a place of my own somewhere that isn't shit."

"It's much more fun talking about the future than the past," purred Miranda as she ran her claws through the fur on Buck's chest. "And speaking of what's next, I'm getting horny again. Are you ready for round two?"

Nodding mutely with his mouth open in astonishment, Buck wondered how he was going to get it up a third time in one evening, though he didn't doubt that the intensely sexual cat would find a way. Alf lacked similar worries. His erection was already re-growing.

"I was born ready, sister."

To help his friend, Alf began stroking Buck's flaccid staff back to life.

"Come on, Buck. We can't let the obliging lady down."

"Let me give you a paw," offered Miranda as she added an extra set of digits to the task.

With the attention of both his partners, Buck swelled up to his prodigious fullness. Shoving Alf aside, Miranda straddled Buck's thighs facing the colt. The long, thick shaft rose in front of her. She bent over letting it slide between her breasts where she trapped it by pressing her delectable orbs together with her paws. She rocked back and forth, letting the head pop in and out from between her cleavage like a worried prairie dog.

"This time, horsie, your little pony gets to enter the cave of wonders. How does that sound?"

"Like heaven," responded Buck hoarsely as she continued to squeeze and stroke him with her tits.

"What about me?" whined Alf.

He was gazing hungrily at Miranda's ass. Her tail swished seductively back and forth. Raising her butt in the air, she curled her tail to the side exposing to Alf once again the delights between her buttocks and thighs.

"The backdoor is unlocked. A sneak thief like you should have no trouble breaking in."

Reaching quickly for her hips Alf began to get in position, but Miranda dropped her tail covering that tempting, puckered portal.

"I think my hinges need a little lube first. Go in too fast and I'll squeak too much when you pry it open. Don't want to wake the neighbors now do we?"

Alf's head cocked sideways in perplexity before he understood her meaning. Miranda giggled at his classic confused puppy expression and slowly raised her tail again. Comprehension dawned, and Alf worked up a load of spit in his mouth before going to work with his tongue around the rim of her tailhole.

"Uhhhhh. Damn. That's good," gasped Miranda. "If I could only keep one part of you, it would be your tongue."

Her tail curled over Alf's shoulder and amorously stroked his back.

"I'll be ready in no time. You keep licking while I get this colt in the corral."

Alf did his best to keep his snout between her butt cheeks as she rose up on her knees to get high enough to press the flared end of Buck's cock against her vulva. Its girth was a minor problem solved by repetitive application of pressure until she had stretched herself enough that the glans slipped out of sight. Biting her lip, she bounced carefully up and down taking another centimeter or so inside with each downward stroke until she felt the end pressing up against the closed opening to her uterus. Glancing down, she saw that she had managed to get everything above the preputial ring inside.

"OMG! That's filling. Your turn, Alf. I hope there's some space left."

Guiding the tapered tip of his cock to her spit covered tail hole, Alf poked at her gently. With gradually increasing force, he pried open her tightly clenched portal. Experience had taught him to go slow to override the body's natural resistance to wrong way traffic up this particular corridor. Though she tried her best to grant him safe passage, her insides were stretched to their limits by another male organ designed for the female plumbing of a different species. It took several minutes of grunting, gasping, and pushing on both their parts before the swollen orb at the base of Alf's cock rested snug against her backside.

"Oh fuck," moaned Miranda. "That's a whole lot of dick. I feel like an over inflated balloon."

Ever worried about possibly hurting someone, Buck's nervous lip chewing habit returned.

"I can pull out if it's too much."

"No. You can't," replied Miranda.

"Why not?"

"Because I'm on top and won't let you. This is in-fucking-credible. I just need you to lie still and let Alf and I do the work, ok?"

"Yeah, sure. You're the boss."

"Excellent. You ready, Alf? I'm gonna move up and down. See if you can match my rhythm."

"May I tie with you...if it fits, that is?"

"I'm counting on it, puppy. I want it all."

"Oh, God. You are so fucking perfect."

Miranda began slowly rocking herself back and forward on Buck letting a few inches of his cock slide in and out with each repetition. At first, Alf was too stunned to do more than stay in one place as her delightfully round ass moved beneath him and her insides squeezed him like a vice.

"Holy shit! I swear I can feel Buck's dick rubbing past mine."

Turning, Miranda squinted at Alf with one eye.

"You gonna move, or do I have to do all the work?"

"Oh, right. Sorry. I got distracted."

After a few botched attempts, Alf managed to find harmony with Miranda's motion. Experiencing her shuddering orgasm and a tighter grip around his cock was his reward. Miranda purred through several more orgasms before Buck and Alf were ready. Buck came first, gripping her waist and holding her in place at the point of deepest penetration.

"Now's a good time for the knot, Alf," said Miranda feeling Buck's hot seed add more volume to her already overfilled insides.

Shoving himself hard against Miranda's butt, Alf strained to get his knot through the small opening. With her eyes clenched shut and her teeth locked together, she pushed back.

Stretching her sphincter to its limits, Miranda bit her lip to keep from screaming. The moment passed when the widest circumference of Alf's knot passed the half way mark. Alf fell forward slamming against her. A soothing rush of fluid in Miranda's guts was accompanied by Alf's characteristic whine of pleasure.

"Bite me!" Miranda demanded.

Alf cocked his head sideways in confusion. His jaw hung open with his tongue lolling to one side as the pulsing flood from deep within his balls swept away all other thoughts.

"What? Why? Where?"

"On my neck, idiot. It intensifies my orgasm."

Committed to obeying her, he opened his jaws, bent over her back, and clamped down on the scruff of her neck. He was gentle at first, but sensing she wanted more, he applied pressure until his sharp canine teeth nearly punctured her hide.

To Alf the gesture seemed sadistic, but to Miranda It was an act of grace - just what she needed for the ultimate climax of the evening. An earthquake could not have generated shock waves equal to the muscular contractions that swept through and over the landscape of her body. The yowl that rose up from her loins was unstoppable. Burying her snout in the tangled mass of the blankets and Bucks mane, she muffled the sound as best she could.

"God, I'm exhausted," said Alf, tiredness evident from his slurred speech. "I can't move a muscle."

He lay sprawled face down on top of Miranda, inextricably tied to her backside by the ball at the base of his cock.

"Me either," mumbled Miranda with her eyes closed as if she were also asleep. "That was fantastic, boys. I'm so relaxed."

A gentle vibration and soothing purr emphasized her contentment. Light snoring from Alf indicated that he had succumbed to his lethargy.

"I'm glad to be such a comfortable bed for you two," teased Buck. "Feel free to have pleasant dreams."

One of Miranda's eyes opened halfway.

"I'm not falling asleep. Just wallowing in the pleasure of being filled by two big dicks at once. Alf, on the other paw, needs something to keep him awake."

Contracting the muscles around her sphincter, she gave the coyote's knot a tight squeeze. His slow, steady breathing stopped with a snort.

"Huh? What? I'm awake."

"You fell asleep, dork. You can't do that. I can't have you two staying all night. That bitch hall monitor will come back eventually, and you guys have to be gone by then if you want to return next weekend."

A rematch with their new playmate was a high priority for both boys. Alf took her demand seriously.

"Ok, so do something to keep me awake besides squeezing my dick with your tailhole. My knot's never gonna deflate if you keep doing that."

"Let's learn more about each other's schools then. Tell me something interesting about Meany's."

"Hmmm," murmured Alf. "Well, it's aptly named. They're mean as hell over there. In fact, they put the mean in menial labor."

Too intent on savoring the exquisite sensation of being the filling of a human sandwich, she ignored his terrible pun. "How so?" asked Miranda through a huge yawn. Her long, slender tail moving idly alternating between brushing Bucks thighs and intertwining with Alf's shorter, bushier tail.

"If you fuck up in any way at all, even trivial shit like being late for a meal, they put you on flower duty."

"Flower duty? Sounds gay. What's that?"

"It isn't gay. It's torture. They have these stupid flowers in the basements under grow lights. Ugly, mustard colored things with sickly green spots that I can't imagine anyone wanting. They make you haul in fertilizer, till the dirt, group the flowers, cut the flowers, and package them."

"That doesn't sound so bad."

"It isn't. It's messing with the seeds that fucking sucks ass. They're in these nasty, puke green, smelly pods with grey stripes on them."

Miranda's eyes remained closed, but her ears perked up and swiveled backwards attentively as she listened with interest and growing understanding to Alf's bitter recounting of his hard labor.

"They make us cut away the outer sheath, which releases even more of their stench and also this gooey liquid that sticks to everything. We have to package each pod separately. The goo gets in your fur no matter what you wear or how careful you try to be, so afterward they always make us strip naked and wash us down with caustic detergent, really abrasive brushes, and cold fucking water. It's deliberately humiliating and designed to punish. I bet they don't even sell the stupid weeds or their seeds. It all probably goes in the fucking garbage. Torture, pure and simple."

"Well that's really weird. I've seen those same gross seedpods here at Ivystone. They deliver your flowers and seeds here."

"What?" Buck had been dozing during Alf's story, but he came wide-awake. "What the fuck for?"

Miranda shrugged her shoulders, which activated the muscles in her back and hips tugging on Alf's still swollen knot. Alf felt himself getting hard again, so he tried to distract himself by concentrating on the puzzle of the toxic flowers.

"Yeah, why send them here? What does a girl's prep school do with them?"

"Same reason I suppose. Punishment. The flowers get dumped in the ocean. Other girls have told me they have seen that, so you're right. No one wants the ugly things. They make us work with the horrid seeds, too. Not everyone has to do it, just when you break the rules like at Meany's. I've been down there a few times. They still smell bad when they get here and we have to pick them out of the goo, clean them, and soak them in these nasty chemicals that burn if they get on you. The fumes practically make you high. They certainly cause headaches."

Now Alf was truly interested. This was reminding him of something, but he couldn't think what.

"What do they do with seeds after that?"

"I don't know. They take them away. We never see that part. They probably dump them in the ocean too and laugh at our misery over having been forced to do something so gross and pointless."

"I don't think it's pointless."

"Why not? They're mean. What other point do they need?"

"I'm not sure, but I think they're up to something besides sadism."

"What?"

"I don't know. I need to get on the net and do some research. You got a smart phone I can use?"

"I wish. At Ivystone, such things are considered a distraction and are confiscated when you get here. We only get a few hours a week on line and we have to use school computers over in the admin building. They monitor everything we do, and the connection is so slow you want to pull your fur out. I think they read and filter everything before letting it pass. It sucks balls."

"You didn't seem to mind that earlier," quipped Alf. His snide comment rewarded him with a pillow in his face.

"Jerk. See if I ever give you head again."

Distracting himself with the mystery of the flowers worked to deflate his knot. Alf's dick slipped out of Miranda's tailhole as he shied away from her pillow strike. As a courtesy, he placed one finger inside her open anus to plug it and hold in the cum that was trying to ooze out. She yelped when he did.

"This is going to leak like crazy, and I'm not into felching, at least not from that hole. You got a towel or something?"

The cramped room had some advantages. The dresser was within reach, and she had several small paw towels in the middle drawer. Using one like a diaper, she held it between her legs after pulling off Buck. Alf was almost sorry to have his finger back. He wasn't sorry that his erection was returning. Miranda noticed.

"Nice. Lots of stamina. I like that. How about you, Buck?"

With one paw, she grasped his limp, but fully extended cock and shook it so the head wobbled about. Buck groaned in response.

"That's like three times already. I don't know if I can."

"No worries. It's enough that Alf can because I know what I want next."

"What's that?" both boys asked at once.

Miranda's mischievous grin made them regret asking. Buck's regret lasted longer than Alf's.

"I want to watch you two get it on. A cross-dressed coyote butt humping a horse. Now that's kinky."

Alf ginned an enormous smile while Buck groaned, "What? No way!"

"Why not?"

"Yeah. Why not?" chimed in Alf.

"All of this was...I mean the sharing was great...but I've never...well I don't know if I can do that."

"But you guys were playing so nice when I came in." Miranda sported huge, anime eyes that stared back at Buck trying to break through his reluctance.

"Yeah, Buck. Let's play some more," pleaded Alf. "I think you'll like this game. How will you know if you don't try?"

"Look...I'm not sure. I'm..."

Voices in the hall and keys being rattled prompted Miranda to clamp her paws over Buck's snout.

"Oh shit!" she hissed. "Out now! Go, or we're all fucked up the ass."

Ignoring their confusion and accompanying protests, Miranda grabbed Buck's pants, shirt, and underwear, shoved them into a plastic bag and then into his hands while pushing both boys towards the window. Buck stepped outside onto the ledge, but Alf quaked in fear as he stuck his head out and looked down.

"I can't. I'm terrified of heights. I'll hide under the bed."

"No. You won't. Buck, help him out."

Strong brown arms reached back in through the window, grabbed Alf by his narrow waist, and hauled him out kicking and whining. Just before the door opened, Miranda managed to throw on an oversized T-shirt and climb into bed. Buck hauled Alf along the ledge away from the window and towards the corner of the building.

"Shit. Shit. Shit," whined Alf as he shut his eyes to avoid seeing the deadly drop. "I'm gonna be a splat mark on the pavement."

Buck clamped his hand over Alf's snout.

"Shut up, or we'll be caught, and don't struggle."

Paralyzed by his fear, Alf whimpered and hoped that Buck had a better sense of balance than he did. Looking very much like a frightened little girl, he clung tightly to the colt with his legs wrapped around his waist shaking uncontrollably. The cool, night air rushed under his skirt making him shiver even more.

Inside Miranda's room, the cat realized she had left the light on, which was suspicious at midnight. She grabbed a book off her nightstand and pretended to be reading. Unfortunately, it was a geometry textbook.

Miss Gottleib and two of the headmistress's goons pushed open her door and muscled their way into the tiny room without asking. It became incredibly cramped in a hurry. Miranda had seen the two huge furs accompanying the warthog before. They never taught any classes or did any other work. The tiger and a bear were silent and scary, serving no purpose at the school other than to frighten girls into doing what they were told and enforcing discipline when they didn't.

Miranda did her best to hide her guilt and feign surprise. The math book went face down on the nightstand, and she crossed her legs demurely since she wasn't wearing any panties.

"Is this an inspection?" she asked hoping that's all it was.

The pig ignored her question and sniffed the air.

"It smells like sex in here."

Miranda wondered how the ugly pig would know. It couldn't be from experience. The thought made her laugh aloud. Using the laugh to her advantage, she pretended the idea of sex at Ivystone was absurd.

"Sex? That's impossible. There aren't any boys around here."

Again, the warthog ignored her. A few quick gestures from Gottleib, and the goons began searching the room. The tiger looked under the bed, Gottleib checked the closet, and the bear loomed out the window. Buck managed to shimmy around the corner just in time to evade the ursine's malevolent gaze.

Miranda was dragged out to the hall and held by the tiger as the pig and bear ransacked her room. Clothes and study materials were tossed about and her bed upended and dismantled. Finding nothing but Alf's bag of clothes and the cum stained towel irked the pig more than the presence of whatever contraband she sought.

"There's nothing here," growled Gottleib to her associates. To Miranda she said, "Your delinquent friends did have illicit materials in their rooms. Something they stole from us. You're part of this conspiracy and brought some boy in to help you. Admit it."

"Conspiring with Cindy and her toadies? They aren't my friends."

"You're involved in this somehow, and so is the boy you had in here tonight. Don't bother denying he was here."

Gottleib held up Alf's clothes as proof.

"You know something about drugs, maybe too much for your own good. This is big trouble. You're gonna talk to the headmistress and you'd better tell her everything you know. She's not as nice as me."

That was an understatement. Madame Nnamani, the school's owner and headmistress, was a strict and cruel zebra with absolutely no tolerance for anyone who disobeyed the rules. Mercy was a concept she despised.

"Vera," Gottleib said to the tiger. "Escort this girl."

The strong paw at the end of the tiger's burly, striped arm clutched Miranda's wrist tightly. The larger cat growled at Miranda in an attempt to intimidate the smaller feline. It didn't work.

"Hey. If you're going to drag me across campus, I need some more clothes. The Headmistress will flip her shit if I show up with my coochie hanging out like this."

Miranda was grudgingly allowed to put on some pants before she was hauled away.

To the bear, Gottlieb ordered, "Call Dean Smoczek over at Meany's and let him know that one of his sex maniacs escaped tonight and is probably heading back there right now. Then get some dogs to track the scent on these." She tossed the bear the towel and Alf's clothes, and waited until Miranda was out of earshot. "We can't let him escape if he knows anything and especially if he has any evidence."

After the light in Miranda's room went off, Buck released Alf's snout and whispered to him.

"Shit. They're calling Smoczek. They'll do a bed check and know it's us who're gone. We're gonna be so fucked."

"Gonna be?" squeaked Alf. The longer he stayed on the ledge, the more hysterical he became and the more he sounded like a little girl. "I'm gonna fall off this fucking ledge first and die, so being absent from prison is the least of my worries."

"You aren't gonna fall, and you aren't gonna die. I've got you. Just keep your eyes closed and think, smart boy. How do we unfuckup this situation and save Miranda?"

Alf took several deep breaths and pretended he was home in his own room seated in front of his computer. If there was a happy place for him in this world, that was it. He felt calmer instantly, and his mind resumed processing information.

"If I thought this place was normal, I'd say don't worry about Miranda and try to get back to reform school quick, but something ain't right here. Did you hear what that bitch who kicked in her door said about drugs and evidence. It's connected to the flowers and the seeds somehow. I've got an idea about that, but I need to get online before I can be sure."

"Ok. Great, but how do we do that?"

"They're taking Miranda to the headmistress. That means she'll be in the admin building with the computers. Can you get me off this fucking ledge and in front of a computer?"

"Yeah, but you're not gonna like how I do it."

"I'm hating life so bad right now, how could it get worse?"

"You're gonna have to hold on to my back while I shimmy down the drain pipe."

"Fuck! That's worse. Can't we just climb back in the window?"

"No. Some of those goons may be there, and they're bringing dogs to search for us. That's the first place they'll start. I can't reach the roof or climb up with you on me, so we have to go down."

Alf still had his eyes closed and was starting to shake.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuckity fuck! I'm so fucking scared."

"Calm down and ease up on your grip a bit. You're choking me. Let me do the work."

"What if you fall?"

"Then we both fall idiot, but I never fall. You just have to be still and not panic. Ok?"

After hyperventilating for few seconds, Alf calmed down again, then began to giggle.

"What now? Are you cracking up? Cause if you go loony, I'm leaving you here."

"No. I'm ok. I was just thinking how badly I wanted to climb on your back earlier."

"Oh, brother. Just don't poke me with anything."

"Don't worry. My balls have shriveled up so far into my abdomen I'm choking on 'em. No boners for me until after we are on the ground."

"Good. Shut your eyes and hold tight. I got this."

Alf did as instructed, and Buck began his steady descent. Through the terror, Alf marveled at the strength of his new friend. Clearly, Buck was straining mightily from the added weight, but his feet found purchase on the rough stones, and his grip seemed strong enough to crack the rock. Even so, he stopped at the first ledge down for a break and made Alf get off his back. The coyote clung to the masonry with his snout kissing the wall and Buck's right arm around his back to steady him.

Sweating and panting like a feral racehorse at the finish line, Buck took some deep breaths and stretched his aching muscles.

"Only two more floors to go. How you doing little buddy?" asked Buck.

"I think I'm gonna pee my panties."

"Not on me, or I'll drop you. You know, you don't have to act like a little girl just because you're dressed like one."

Alf sniffed. Tears formed at the corners of his tightly shut eyes.

"I'm sorry I'm such a pussy. I'm pretty useless for this kind of thing. I'm not strong and brave like you."

The watery film on the coyote's cheek and the trembling of his lip shamed Buck for admonishing his friend. With his ears flat on his head and his tail between his legs, Alf clearly needed encouragement.

"No. I should be sorry. This Spiderman shit isn't for everyone, and you're plenty useful. I just need to get you on the net. You can do your brain magic then."

Still on the verge of crying, Alf continued sniffling. Buck was at a loss for more words of comfort, so he surprised Alf with a kiss instead. He wasn't sure why he did it, but it felt natural. They were already snuggled so closely together with their snouts nearly touching.

Alf's eyes bugged open at first, but he soon surrendered to the simple honesty of the gesture, returning it in kind. His grip on the wall never lessened, but the effeminate coyote forgot his terror even after the kiss was over.

"Does that mean we're more than just friends?" asked Alf.

"Yeah. Something more; I'm just not sure what yet."

Alf felt a warm glow inside as he climbed on Buck's back again. It stayed with him the rest of the descent making the ordeal much easier to bear. Once on the ground, he became his usual cocky self.

"Too bad Miranda gave you your clothes," he joked as Buck donned his briefs and pants. "I like you better with your pants off."

"And I like you dressed like that."

"Shit!"

Thinking there was trouble, Buck almost fell over while putting on his underwear.

"What? Fuck! Is someone here?"

"No. My clothes were in Miranda's room. One of the goons has them."

"You'll just have to be a girl until we sort this out. Think of it as incentive to get us out of this mess."

"Well, I may look like a girl, but girls can't do this."

Alf pulled his panties down, lifted up his skirt, and took an enjoyably long piss against the shrubbery. After Buck copied him, they began making their way towards the administration building.

A familiar, large, black car followed by a black panel van pulled in front just as they arrived. Cowering behind some shrubs, they watched with dread as Dean Smoczek, five of the toughest, scariest guards from Meany's, and three hound dogs emerged from the vehicles.

The Ivystone tiger and bear goons that had burst into Miranda's room came out to meet them. A brief and inaudible conversation out of earshot ensued. Smoczek went inside, and the rest dispersed except for the driver. Smoking a cigarette and texting on his phone, there was no way to get past the tiger driver and into the admin building without being seen.

"Hey," whispered Alf. "That guy's got a smart phone."

"So. They all do, dummy."

"I can get on internet with that, dummy."

"Oh, but how are you gonna get it from him?"

"I'll distract him. You sneak up from behind and knock him out with your big strong fists; just like in the movies. Ninja kick him; whatever you gotta do."

"Are you kidding? Real life doesn't work like that. People don't go down with one blow to the head unless you do serious damage to them. It's like a major trauma to make your body go unconscious. I ought to know. I'm not doing that ever again."

"How about you grab him from behind? Restrain and gag him, while I use the phone."

"He's a tiger. He looks pretty strong. How am I supposed to hold him down for long? There's no guarantee I can. It's a one on one fight. Besides, that bulge in his jacket looks like it could be from a gun. Think of something else."

"Fine. Ok."

Alf scratched absently at his junk while he thought. Girl panties weren't meant to hold so much. They pinched and squeezed him mercilessly.

"I got it. I'll take him down. You be the sissy hiding in the shrubs behind that bench, grab the phone when he sets it down, and see what you can discover about those seeds. You know how to search the internet right?"

"Of course, asshole, but what are you doing? You can't take this guy. He's huge. Your...well....you're not."

Alf pulled the hoodie over his head to hide most of his face and spoke in an improved falsetto.

"There are other ways to skin a cat than to beat it up, and I know just which piece of skin to pull back on any guy."

Without another word, Alf strode purposely towards the tiger trying his best to walk like a girl. He had no idea how, so he put a little skip in his step. It was ridiculous and childish making Buck grimace in embarrassment. Hoping Alf knew what he was doing, Buck snuck around behind the car to hide in some more shrubs behind the bench.

The driver didn't notice the horse as Alf skipped into the light cast by the streetlamp. Instinctively, the thug reached for the gun hidden under his jacket, but stopped when he realized the intruder wasn't one of the boys his boss was hunting. Still, the girls weren't allowed outside this late, so he was suspicious.

"Who're you? What're you doing outside?"

"My name's...Al...Aletta. I saw you from my room. You looked lonely. I was all alone, too. I thought you could use company as much as I do."

Alf was hamming it up with the shy Red Riding Hood bit, but the guard seemed to be buying it. Though he honestly believed Alf was a girl, he was still all gruff business.

"You seen two boys around here? A muscle-bound horse and a scrawny coyote."

His description of Alf was insulting even if it was true.

"Scrawny!? I mean, no sir. If I did, I would be in their company not yours. It's an all-girls school, you see, and girls get boring after a while, if you know what I mean.

"You're looking for some male company, eh?"

Alf snuggled up close to the tiger. His small paws wandered over the cat's broad chest and flat stomach. Miranda's female scent clung to Alf's fur adding an extra element of enticement to his disguise.

"You're a clever tiger. Yes I am. How about you give me a drag on that cancer stick? We aren't allowed ciggies here."

"Sure," he answered as he held the butt end of the cigarette in front of Alf's snout. Before Meany's Alf had smoked for a short time, but had abandoned the disgusting habit. At least the prior experience allowed him take a convincing drag without coughing and choking.

"Thanks. It's been a while. You got any more I can have for later?"

Reaching in the opposite side of his jacket from the pistol, he retrieved a half-full pack and handed it to Alf.

"Here."

"You know how treat a girl right. How about I do you a big favor in return and then you let me use your phone for minute?" Mustering his poutiest voice, Alf continued, "We don't get to keep our own phones here, and I haven't texted my boyfriend in days."

"What kind of favor?"

Alf ran his paw gently over the Tiger's crotch feeling the cat grow a bit beneath his touch. His interest was undeniable.

"Oh, I don't know. Whatever comes natural I guess."

Swiveling his head from side to side, the tiger made sure no one else was about, and then let Alf take his paw and lead him to sit on the bench. Kneeling in front of the Tiger, Alf unzipped the driver's pants and pulled them down to his ankles. Shiny, black briefs barely contained his expectant cock. Alf gently pried the phone from his paw and set it on the bench.

"That's my reward. Now for yours, stud."

Nuzzling against the straining ebony fabric, Alf inhaled the musky odor of the tiger's sex. The subtle contact aroused the driver further. The pink tip of his member poked out from above the waistband. Growing like a balloon, it gained in length and thickness which each breath that wafted over its glistening surface.

Without touching anything sensitive, Alf hooked his fingers under the band of the driver's briefs and pulled them down to tuck under his round, furry balls. Frustration with the slowness of Alf's foreplay caused the tiger to squirm and fidget. Alf was rewarded with a glob of clear fluid oozing from the tip. The viscous stalactite slowly stretched towards the furry round orbs beneath. Alf's tongue intercepted it just before it made contact.

Impatient and worried that his employer might find him messing around on duty, the tiger guided Alf's snout closer with his strong paws. As he did, he pushed Alf's hood back and gripped the braids on the back on Alf's head.

Grateful that Miranda had styled his hair, he hoped the tiger was convinced. He must have been, because his intent was clear - it was time for a quick blowjob. Alf was trying to stall for time for Buck to use the phone. He hoped he could keep this guy from cumming too quickly. If not, it would have to be enough that the thug was distracted even if it wasn't for long.

As Buck's hand reached from behind the shrubs towards the bench, Alf used both paws to grab and squeeze his spiny tiger toy. Not as big as Buck's, it still required both of Alf's paws to control the elastic pole. His thumb idly rubbed back and forth on the little, rubbery spikes along its middle. The tiger's head tilted back as he moaned in pleasure.

The phone retreated with Buck's hand into the shrubs. The soft, faint glow behind the tiger was all the confirmation Alf needed to know that his task was to keep this cat's mind on something besides his phone. Alf pulled the long organ down and got up a little higher on his knees for a better angle. His tongue ran from the base to the tip feeling every spike on the way.

"These are going to tickle going down," he said with an honest hint of laughter in his voice.

With practiced ease, he opened his mouth wide and slid his lips over the hot organ in one smooth motion until his nose bumped against the bottom of the tiger's belly. The spines not only tickled his throat making him want to cough, the tube of pink flesh was so far down, it was impossible to breath. He bobbed up and down a few times to let the tiger enjoy the feel of it.

"Fuck. That's incredible Aletta. Where'd you learn to do that?"

Needing air to talk, Alf backed off, feeling each row of spines catch on the backside of his teeth until the saliva-covered organ was clear of his lips.

"Lots of practice on little doggies, but nothing as big as this or with so many tickly spikes."

"Wait until you feel those inside your little pussy. You'll be screaming like a cat in heat."

The tiger wanted something Alf didn't have. If he did spy what Alf carried between his legs, he was going to flip his shit. Worry made Alf sweat, especially down his back and in his butt crack where his panties were bunching up like a thong. Walking away was not an option. Buck needed time, so Alf worked at stalling some more.

"Why are men always so eager to cum so soon?" Alf wondered thinking that maybe now he understood a little why women bitched about men's lack of foreplay and endurance.

"That sounds amazing, but I want a taste of your kitty milk first."

Alf squeezed the shaft and more pre cum oozed out the tip. He took the entire thing in his mouth again. While, alternating licking and swallowing, he worked the tiger's briefs down to his ankles and began massaging his balls. His paw then snuck stealthily along the tiger's taint to caress his tailhole.

The cat flinched in surprise, then began to purr at the unexpected attention to an area on his body no female had ever touched before. Alf succeeded in distracting the tiger for a few minutes, but when he was ready to cum, he pushed Alf gently away.

"It's time to move on to the main event. I want to finish inside."

"Inside? Ok, but anal only. I don't want to get pregnant."

"Bah. You're a dog. I'm a cat. Hybrid babies are rare."

"But not impossible. You got a condom?"

Alf was gambling the driver didn't have any. He was screwed, literally and figuratively, if he did.

"No. Oh, all right. It doesn't matter to me anyway, and I've always wanted to try it. One hole is as good as another, I guess. Less comfortable for you, though."

"I've done it before, though not with a cat. These little spikes will make it interesting."

Alf was grateful it was dark and that the glow of the streetlamp was weak by the bench. Pulling his panties down just enough to expose his tailhole, he bent over the bench facing the light so that his backside was in maximum shadow, and hoped his pitcher didn't notice that his catcher had more junk in his undies than was right for a girl.

Fortunately, the tiger's focus was on Alf's tightly puckered orifice, his tail, his round butt, and nothing else. The cat lifted his skirt, tucked its hem in the waistband band above the slot for Alf's tail, grabbed his buttocks, spread them apart with both paws, and got straight to business with no further preamble.

Alf grimaced as the cat began working his lubeless way inside. Each inward stroke stretched him painfully, and the outward stroke raked his insides with barbs. Though uncomfortable, the total effect was also stimulating. Alf's sphincter muscle relaxed, and the cat was soon balls deep and pumping away furiously.

There was no point in not enjoying it. Surrendering to the bliss, Alf moaned his pleasure, which unfortunately encouraged the cat to greater effort and hastened the driver's orgasm. A warm surge inside Alf's guts was accompanied by the tiger's grunting and shaking. Unable to control himself, Alf felt his panties fill with his own cream.

"Oh fuck!" gasped the tiger. "I've always wanted to do that."

"I bet you have," mumbled Alf, "and you probably imagined I was a guy while you did it."

"What was that, Aletta?"

"I said, you were incredible, stud, but I've got to get back to my room. It's late."

"Don't you want to use my phone? Hey! It's gone."

"It must have got knocked off the bench while we were busy. I'll look for it. You'd better pull out and get your pants back on before someone sees us."

That was not an easy feat considering the cat's cock was still semi rigid and every spine fought to prevent its exit. Sufficiently worried about being caught screwing a student by his employer, the tiger began pulling. Alf bit down on his lip and clutched the back of the bench as if he was hanging off the wall outside Miranda's room again. Except it wasn't terror this time, but agony that that gave strength to his grip. When the last spine emerged and the tip finally slid out, Alf yelped in relief. The cat's gooey load seeped out between his butt cheeks.

Leaving his panties down so the rest could drain away, Alf crawled under the bench with his tail hanging down to cover his butt and the true nature of his sex. The tiger paid no attention; he was preoccupied pulling up and refastening his pants. A soft glow from the shrubs indicated Buck was still using the phone. Alf spoke loud enough to alert Buck to stop searching and return the phone.

"I see it here in the shrubs. I think I can reach it."

Alf extended his paw towards where he thought Buck was hiding and was rewarded by the feel of the smooth electric device sliding into his paw. To keep the tiger from seeing Buck, Alf tossed the phone to the driver just as he was zipping up his trousers.

"Here you go, stud. I thought I needed some sex chat with my boyfriend, but you more than took care of that."

Proud of his prowess, the tiger beamed.

"Anytime, babe. You're very sexy."

It was Alf's turn to enjoy the compliment.

"Thanks. Maybe we can hook up again sometime. Well, it's back to my room now."

"Make sure you go straight there. I don't want you getting in trouble. I have orders to take everyone I find to the headmistress and dean, but you can go. Don't get caught, and watch for two dangerous punks lurking about. You don't want to get raped."

"That's fucking hypocrisy for you," thought Alf.

The big pervert just knowingly had oral and anal sex with a juvenile. Statutory rape was a serious crime, and yet who was the jailer and who the prisoner? Life was truly unfair.

Unfair or not, Alf hustled away as quickly as he could. Walking was difficult with a sore asshole leaking a steady stream of jizz, but he managed to get out of sight without incident. Circling back around, he met up with Buck.

"Did you find out anything about the flowers?" asked Alf.

"Yeah. They're called Glue Tulips, Latin name xanthus niravanii. They're the source material for making Hex Nirvana."

"The happy-till-you-die party drug?"

"Yep, and that's the only use for it. Can't be anything else."

"My God, they're using us to help them manufacture and produce drugs, and we had no idea. That is amazingly clever. Hex Nirvana is the most popular and addictive rave drug on the market. They must be making millions. I wish I'd thought of it. Good work by the way."

"Thanks. You, too. That was really clever...I mean...I can't believe you let that guard fuck you up the ass. I thought for sure he would notice you were a guy. You're really cool under pressure. Uh...How did it feel?"

"How did it feel? Like having a big spiky cat cock up my butt. What do you think?"

"Sorry. I was just curious."

"It's ok. I'm just a little butt sore. No lube and he was rough. Typical male, only cares about his own pleasure. Don't feel bad about me, though. I enjoyed it well enough. You sent a message to the police, right?"

"Um, no. Was I supposed to?"

"Of course you were! These are serious criminals we're dealing with. They'll kill us to keep this secret. What were you doing back there, whacking off while watching us?"

"Hey! Fuck you. I didn't have a whole lot of time and you two were kind of distracting. I've never seen anything like that and I was...was...I don't know."

Something was odd about Buck's manner. He seemed both angry and depressed. Alf wondered at the reason.

"Are you actually jealous because that cat had me?"

"Maybe."

"Damn. That's really sweet. No one ever cared enough about me before to be jealous. Sorry I'm such an asshole. It's just that I'm a little uncomfortable right now. You got any panty liners?"

"What? No. Why would you want one?"

"Cause I've got a pint of cat cum leaking out my ass, and I spooged on myself. My undies are soaked."

After a heated discussion about whether to ride into town on Alf's stolen scooter to contact the police (Alf's preferred plan) or rescue Miranda (Buck's preferred plan) they finally agreed on a course of action that was intended to accomplish both goals simultaneously. First, they needed to find a phone or accessible computer in the school's administration building to alert the police. Second, they would ensure Miranda was safe until help arrived.

They didn't dare try the front door with the driver still hanging about and so many bad guys inside. Poking around the side of the building, they discovered an open window into a dark room. Buck boosted Alf to the sill and then pulled himself up and in.

"Eureka!" exclaimed Alf. "We managed to find the computer room on the first try. Let's see if we can dig up some evidence and send a message to the cops. Hell, if we can find an open land line, let's just call 'em."

There was no phone in the room, so Alf and Buck both sat at separate keyboards and began trying to access the internet.

"It's no good, Buck. These are all admin protected from going on line without a password."

"Can you hack into any of them?"

"No. They also require a special card to activate. I can't do anything without it. What I need is a computer that's for the staff and not students. Some idiot always leaves their card in their computer. Anyone that careless probably also has their password written somewhere on their desk or uses one of the top ten passwords."

"Top ten passwords? You've done this before?"

"Fuck, yeah. Every organization has their weak security link. They aren't hard to find. The most common password is '123456'. How fucking stupid is that? After that, it's 'password' then '12345678', then 'qwerty'. Simple passwords for simple people. I've got into a lot of systems with just those four."

"Wow. How do you know all this?"

"I'm an asshole. It's what I do for fun. Let's go."

Alf was starting to enjoy himself again, but his enthusiasm for this adventure evaporated completely when he opened the door and discovered Miss Gottlieb and her two goons waiting just on the other side. Buck instantly slammed it shut, grabbed Alf's wrist, and ran dragging the coyote back to the window to escape. That exit was also blocked. The hounds had tracked their scent and were waiting outside along with several of Smoczek's thugs.

"There's nowhere to run, boys" squealed Miss Gottleib with delight. "Come along, and don't try to escape unless you want to die."

The cold steel seriousness of her tone, and the guns that the thugs and goons were holding supported her threat. Alf and Buck were in seriously deep shit. With no option but surrender, they were escorted to an old-fashioned iron cage elevator by Gottleib and her goons. The hounds and the other guards from Meany's stayed outside, but Smoczek's driver joined them and stared at Alf curiously. Alf avoided eye contact with him as they ascended to the third floor in silence, were marched down a long hall, through a waiting room, and into the headmistress's luxuriously appointed office. Miranda was seated in a chair being questioned by Dean Smoczek and Headmistress Nnamani.

Miranda tried to stand when Alf and Buck were brought in, but the bear goon put her paw on Miranda's shoulder and held her down. The boys were forced into chairs placed on Miranda's left with Alf in the middle.

"Well done Miss Gottleib," said Nnamani, who was seated opposite the kids behind the wooden expanse of her desk. "Please make sure the entire campus is locked down. I don't want anyone getting in or out until we learn exactly what is going on here."

Though she said 'please', no trace of a request accompanied that word. Every syllable she spoke carried either a command, a threat, or some abstract impression of pure evil.

"Yes, ma'am," replied the warthog.

Gottleib left with her tiger goon who high fived her tiger brother on her way out. The driver and the bear remained behind.

Headmistress Nnamani glared at the three teens. She was a frightening woman. Adjectives like severe, uncompromising, intimidating, and deadly were accurate descriptors, but failed utterly at conveying the power and dread that emanated from her. Even Smoczek, a bulky dragon with scales as tough as Kevlar who utterly dominated everyone at Meany's, deferred to her lead in silence from where he sat on the edge of the side of her desk.

What made her so formidable? It wasn't necessarily her manner of dress. She wore a simple, well-pressed, lilac colored blouse with a matching sash about her neck. Her knee length skirt was charcoal gray and of ordinary cut and style more likely to invoke an impression of a dowdy old spinster than a cold blooded witch. Perhaps the answer lay in her habit of always wearing over the calf boots with mid length stiletto heels that she contrived to march about in like Darth Vader. Maybe it was her spiked Mohawk style mane of black hair. However, neither of those attributes seemed noteworthy enough. Boots were in style again, and her hair was standard for most zebras.

The real answer lay inside, beneath her black and white stripes, at the core of her soul, which was as foul and evil as the worst horrors out of legend. The nucleus of tyranny at her center expressed itself in her demeanor like a patriot's flag on display.

Her reputation as a stern woman was an advantage in both of her lines of business and was the root of her success. As the absolute ruler of Ivystone, parents saw her disciplinarian ways as the answer to controlling their daughters and preparing them for a successful life. As to her other vocation, the one in which she and Dean Smoczek were partners, ruthlessness without remorse was their mission statement.

Her malevolent gaze fixed first on Alf, who was still in his stolen feminine clothes. His disguise didn't deceive her for more than second or two. Puzzled wrinkles appeared on her forehead briefly before vanishing in the wake of cruel amusement.

"Interesting. There's some potential here," she muttered before her stare shifted to Buck.

The colt received a longer visual undressing that made Buck uncomfortably cognizant of what depravity she might be imagining.

"Quite," she ultimately uttered as a wicked grin did nothing to soften the hard lines of her face. "This little pony promises to be an enjoyable interrogation for me."

Becoming agitated, not to mention jealous, over his partner's predatory hunger for the two boys, Smoczek rose and loomed over Alf. The rough spikes on his back and tail scraped the wooden desk as he moved his bulk between the unfortunate piece of furniture and his victim.

"Your girlfriend, Miranda, won't talk. She thinks she's safe because her parents pay to keep her here. I think you and Buck know that there's no one to protect you when we drag you boys back to Meany's. Nobody will believe the word of a couple of juvenile delinquents over statements from pillars of the community like Nnamani and myself."

The tiger driver was unable to contain his outburst when he realized that it wasn't a little girl he had romanced on the sidewalk out front.

"What the fuck? She's a guy?!" Lunging at Alf, he shouted, "Why you little punk! I'll kill..."

The tiger was stopped by Smoczek's burly reptilian arm.

"You know this kid?"

"He tricked me into thinking he was a girl, and wanted to use my...oh shit! My phone. She...I mean he, distracted me so the other one could use my phone."

The tiger quickly checked his browser.

"They researched the flowers, boss. They know. No e-mail or calls were made, though."

Alf glared at Buck.

"You didn't use incognito or delete the browsing history? What's wrong with you?"

Buck was too paralyzed by the attentions of the wicked mare to respond.

"Shut up, punk," hissed Smoczek. "We don't need any of you to talk anymore, so don't annoy me by opening your mouth again."

"Pity," said the headmistress with all the insincere remorse of a falcon atop its dead rodent prey.

"You gave yourselves away too easily."

Nnamani rose from her chair stalking around her desk towards Buck. The heels of her boots clacked against the wooden floor, each step sounding like a nail being pounded into the lid of his coffin. In eerie contrast, her voice was soothing and seductive as a siren's song.

"I was looking forward with great anticipation to entertaining you in my special room I reserve for only the most troublesome students. Perhaps you can still use a little rehabilitation? You and I could have a delightful time together."

The devil proposing a deal in exchange for one's soul could not have carried more hidden malice than her sultry speech. As Nnamani spoke the words "special room," Miranda gave Buck a glance filled with dread and worry. Her concern conjured in Buck's mind a tableaux of himself strapped to a bench in a sex dungeon with this crazy zebra chick in a leather bikini, thigh length boots, and a cat-of-nine-tails.

Nnamani's fingers played with his mane and caressed his snout. He couldn't stop imagining her as a raptor clawing for his eyes. The thought left him trembling. The long, black, sharpened, dagger-like nails on her fingers left parallel ruts in his fur as they traveled south ploughing a path under his chin, across his chest, and down his stomach.

"I was hoping to have some fun with this one. A fellow equine should be just my size."

Her hand groped Buck's groin imprisoning his privates in a taloned cage. Impatient with his associate's sexual proclivities, Smoczek grabbed her wrist and pulled it away from Buck.

"We don't have time for this crap. We need to take care of this situation and get on with business."

Miraculously, Smoczek didn't turn to stone from the frightful power of her Medusa stare. A brief, seething contest of wills ensued between the two sinister criminals until the dragon finally capitulated by releasing his grip. In response to his compliance, the same talons that had tormented Buck ran lovingly over the overlapping scales on her lover's cheek.

"Save the rough stuff for bed, dearest. We mustn't fight in front of the children."

"My apologies..."

The tip of the nail of her pinky touched his lip, silencing him.

"Tch. No need. You are correct, my love. We must discuss a suitable end to this unfortunate affair. Come we'll use the waiting room." To the bear and tiger, she said, "You two stay here and make sure they don't move while we're gone."

The door shut behind the two drug lords, and Alf began to shake. Even before the bosses left, Alf had made up his mind that the creeps meant to kill them all. Lacking empathy or morality of any kind, the dean and headmistress wouldn't hesitate to kill a couple of kids to keep their lucrative secret. Miranda, Buck, and he were the only ones besides them and their goons who knew what was really happening here.

It would be so simple to concoct a plausible story to account for their deaths. Nnamani and Smoczek were no doubt discussing the details now. Buck's daring climbing escape could easily be turned into an accident. Even better, the villains could have fun raping Miranda, then kill Buck and Alf and call it a murder suicide. Two troubled boys would be expected to do something like that. It was too easy.

What wasn't easy was devising a strategy that would give Alf and his friends a fighting chance to escape this mess alive. However, the departure of Nnamani and Smoczek inspired Alf to concoct a plan while simultaneously giving him the opportunity to execute it.

Sobbing, quietly at first, and then with gusto, Alf found being terrified made the tears come easily. Acting had never been a hobby of his, but after impersonating a girl most of the night, he was becoming an adept thespian. Miranda was the first to respond by putting her arm around his shoulder.

"Don't worry, Alf. It's not going to be that bad. My parents can help."

Alf leaned into Miranda's comforting hug so he could whisper to her between dramatically loud sniffles and sobs.

"They're going to kill us. You and Buck have to take the goons down and barricade the door. I'll get us help. Move when I yell 'go'."

Miranda was surprised, but remained unfazed. She quickly nodded in agreement. Pretending Miranda's sympathy wasn't enough, Alf turned to Buck and wrapped his arms around him.

"Oh, Buck, I'm so sorry I got you into this" he wailed embarrassing the colt immensely.

The two goons rolled their eyes at the hysterical, little femboy. The Bear went as far as to put her paws aside her snout and mouth the word "gay" as though she were shouting. While they mocked him, Alf whispered to Buck the same message he had given Miranda. Buck was less enthusiastic but reluctantly nodded his agreement.

Alf repositioned himself upright in his own chair, and continued his fake crying. He even blew his nose loudly onto the front of his shirt adding snot to the cum that stained Hello Kitty's expressionless countenance. Alf was glad that Sanrio's stupid, vacuous cat icon was having a worse day than he was, but he was even happier that his attempt to irritate the guards was working. The bear finally grew tired of his whining.

"Shut up, you stinking sissy or I'll give you a real reason to cry."

She moved towards Alf raising her massive paw to bitch slap the back of his head. The moment seemed as good as any, so Alf yelled "Go!" and dove forward onto Nnamani's desk.

What happened next was executed as well as the best orchestrated scene of movie fight choreography. It was as if Buck and Miranda suddenly inherited amazing ninja skills and performed them with synchronous precision.

Pushing her hindpaws off Nnamani's desk, Miranda tipped her chair backward. Instead of falling hard on her back, she went into a handstand catching the chair's front leg support bar with her hindpaws. Her body continued moving in an arc so that the chair smashed down on the head of the tiger driver. Caught unprepared, he was driven to the floor like a cartoon character struck by a falling anvil.

Buck's strategy for taking down his opponent was less elegant but just as effective. He spun sideways out of his chair, clenched both hands together, and swung them into the small of the bear's back. The blow forced her abdomen into the back of Alf's chair. With the air emptied from her lungs, she was left momentarily stunned, and a kick from Buck knocked the chair out from beneath her. Rolling as she fell, she landed on her back.

Buck reached inside her jacket removing the bear's pistol. Miranda did the same to the tiger. Buck paused to admire his new friend's fighting skills. Taking down an opponent who was so much larger and stronger was an impressive feat. Their eyes met in that instant. A sense of mutual respect and affection passed between them.

"Watch these two while I barricade the door," said Buck.

Miranda nodded, made sure the safety was off, and positioned herself so that she had a clear field of fire at both of the goons. Buck threw the deadbolt on the door just as someone was attempting to open it from the other side. Being made of thick, solid wood, it resisted their initial attempts to force it open. Worrying that Nnamani had a key, Buck pushed over several bookcases in front of the door and began piling up all the furniture he could move except for the desk where Alf was furiously at work on the headmistress' computer.

"Talk about paranoid," Alf muttered to himself. "The phone requires a password to call out."

Alf saw no point in pursuing the phone since Nnamani didn't seem the kind to use simple passwords. Fortunately, the headmistress had left herself logged in on her computer. The system was spreading its legs for him like a cheap hooker handed a hundred dollar bill. E-mail, accounting software, inventory, and bank accounts were all his to command. Like a ten year old on Christmas morning, he gleefully bent all his will towards opening every one of these presents.

Insistent pounding and shouting from the other side of the door preceded a chopping sound. Someone had found a fire axe. Judging by the force and ferocity of the assault it must have been Dean Smoczek's mighty reptilian arms and back at work.

"How much longer, Alf?" asked Buck as he worriedly watched the shuddering door.

Miranda, meanwhile, had found several pairs of handcuffs and had restrained the bear and tiger to each other and a leg of Nnamani's desk. The extra pairs went into her back pocket.

"Just hold 'em a couple more minutes," replied Alf. "I'm almost there."

"I don't think we have a couple minutes."

"Shoot at the door. That should slow them a bit."

With loathing, Buck looked at the gun in his hand.

"Someone might get killed."

"Christ! What do you think they're gonna do with us?" Alf's eyes never left the computer screen as he shouted.

Understanding Buck's reluctance, Miranda pointed her pistol towards the top of the door.

"Let me do it, Buck. I'm a good shot. I'll aim high and miss."

True to her word, her shot struck within an inch of the top of the door. The gun's report made both Buck and Alf, neither of whom had ever fired a weapon before, jump in alarm. It was doubtful that the dean was as easily phased by gun fire, but the shot had the desired effect. The attack on the door halted.

"You can't hope to escape!" shouted Smoczek. Put the gun down and open this door. Now!"

"Like that's gonna happen," said Buck just before several shots were fired through the door from the outer office. Buck and Miranda dove for cover behind the desk.

"Fuck it! This is serious. You done yet, Alf?"

With one last click of the mouse, the coyote grinned and dropped to the floor with his friends. More shots were fired through the door. One hit the monitor punching a hole through it right at the level where Alf's head had been seconds before. The assault with the axe then resumed.

"Did you get the message to the police?" Miranda asked Alf.

"Yep, and a whole lot of evidence convicting those creeps. I dumped their e-mail, accounting records and inventory right in the cop's laps. It'll convince them to come as long as someone is there to read them this time of night. I sent it to every county and city cop I could find in the local area. Someone should be bored enough on night duty to take a peek."

A Wiley grin that only a mischievous coyote could effectuate graced his smug face.

"I also did a little something extra that you..."

The blade of the Axe finally punched its way through the door forestalling any chance for Alf to explain what 'extra' meant. Buck dragged Alf to the window with Miranda trailing close behind. Looking out, Buck saw a large fir tree growing less than ten feet away.

"We'll have to jump, but it's not far. Can you make it, Miranda?"

"Sure. It's just like gymnastics only higher up."

"You're amazing. I love you," said Buck before kissing her on the cheek and then stepping onto the windowsill.

"Come one, buddy," he said to Alf. "Get on one more time."

Alf groaned in despair, but climbed on Buck's back. He clung to his friend with desperate strength and closed his eyes. Buck leapt to the tree, catching the trunk and a sturdy branch. The intense smell of pine sap assaulted Alf's sensitive nose. He took that as a good sign that they had made the leap, but he refused to open his eyes to confirm it. Down Buck went with the same practiced ease and fearlessness as ever. Blessed with the agility and balance of a cat, Miranda mimicked him and they soon stood together on the ground.

The crashing sound of Nnamani's office door breaking asunder followed by the fevered shouting of the handcuffed guards meant they couldn't linger. Miranda took off running south along the edge of the cliff. It was the boys turn to follow. Though it was dark and the clouds had returned to completely cover the sky and blot out the moon, they could hear the surf hitting the beach below.

"Where are we going?" asked Alf as he and Buck struggled to keep up with the swift cat.

"To the tunnel to hide. I know of a side passage that leads to a cave down at beach level."

It was a good plan, and better than anything either boy could devise. Luck was against them, though. They ran into several of Smoczek's thugs, who blocked their only route to the tunnel. Dogs barking let them know the hounds were behind them and had their scent.

"What now?" asked Buck.

Alf looked up at the sky as the first drops of rain began to fall.

"We have to stay alive long enough for the police to get here. This rain might help cover our scent, but I'm not dressed to be out at night in the wet."

"Shit!" Miranda searched about frantically for another route of escape. "We can't get to the tunnel. Our only hope is to try to get to the beach and find the cave. Its entrance is submerged. Can everyone swim?"

Alf and Buck nodded. They retraced their route a short distance until they found some wooden stairs built into the cliff leading down to the beach. With enemies converging from every other side, they began their descent. Halfway down they found a landing with a dangerous looking, narrow path carved into the rock face leading south. The stairs that would take them to the beach led north.

"I don't know where that leads," said Miranda after studying the southern route. "We should go down."

"I don't think we have a choice," said Alf noticing flashlight beams coming up the stairs from the beach.

"Shit! They're everywhere. Come on then. At least south is the right direction."

Miranda began making her way down the treacherous path in the dark as the clouds let loose their burden in a torrential downpour that made the dubious trail downright perilous. Chasing Miranda's tail was something Alf would gladly do anywhere but on the edge of a precipice in a storm. He kept his body close to the rock wall taking careful steps as Buck steadied him from behind.

The path seemed endless to Alf, but they didn't get far before the trail ended at a rickety old wooden observation platform whose edge hung out from the vertical wall of basalt. The railing didn't look safe enough to hold anyone's weight. The whole structure was in danger of falling into the sea. Surf crashed violently against the cliff face below.

"Fuck!" yelled Buck over the sound of thunder that roared down from the sky and up from the dividing line where rock and water fought their endless war. "We're trapped. I might be able to climb up if it wasn't raining and I didn't have to carry Alf."

"What'll we do?" asked Alf clinging to Buck for support.

"I don't know...wait. Miranda, would that cave you talked about be right about here somewhere?"

"Yeah. Maybe."

Miranda cocked her head to listen for nuances in the sound of the surf. How she could hear anything over the storm and the crashing waves was a mystery to Alf and Buck, but they trusted her implicitly now and waited upon her answer.

"Sounds like there's a gap in the rock right below us, but what good does that do? There's no way down."

A bolt of lightning lit up the cliff face revealing a group of thugs at the landing behind them. Buck was looking down at that moment and saw what he thought was a gap in the rock below them. Flashlight beams played over the cliff in the subsequent darkness. One found them and held steady exposing their position. After some shouting by the pursuers, several shots were fired. Alf yelped and clutched his thigh.

"I'm shot! Fuck! Ow! Shit! I told you they wanted to kill us."

Buck kicked the railing, shattering it completely.

"We're, dead if we stay. There's always a way down. Come on!"

Sweeping Alf into his arms, Buck stepped back against the rock wall, took several quick strides towards the edge, and leapt into space. Alf's scream was swallowed by the raging surf below. Seeing no other option but a bullet, Miranda chose to follow.

Disorienting madness greeted them when their heads popped out of the water and they desperately attempted to fill their lungs. They struggled to orient themselves at the churning boundary between water and air where the rising and falling swells, treacherous undertows, and violent spray whipped from the tops of cresting waves turned everything to chaos. The current rebounded in random directions that pulled and swirled them about like straw in a tornado. Behind it all, the ocean pounded the rocks and cliff threatening with every inward surge to use them as soft, dispensable weapons in its attack. They were helpless before nature's assault. All their energy went into trying to keep their heads above water as the colossal might of the ocean hurled them wherever it desired. Inevitably, it would force them on the rocks or against the cliff where they would be beaten and drowned.

Their attempts to swim away from shore were thwarted each time a new breaker rose to crash upon them, pushing them relentlessly towards their death. The cold sapped their strength leaving them weaker with each passing minute. In the end, they abandoned all resistance and held onto each other hoping to remain together and at least not die alone.

Closer and closer to the cliff they were driven until they bumped the rock wall. The next wave was sure to take them against it with more force. A deep, outward surge of water presaging a truly huge swell sucked them out fifteen yards until the incoming breaking wave caught them and tumbled the hapless furs head over paws at the unyielding rock wall and certain death.

In the dark and with the driving sea spray, the entrance to Miranda's cave had been hidden from them. The blackness of the opening was barely distinguishable from the surrounding barnacle and seaweed covered basalt. Thus, they became thoroughly confused when instead of being dashed against the cliff, they found themselves scraping past slime covered walls and the rock roof of a crevice that opened into a sandy floored cavern.

Deposited on the small, hidden beach relatively unharmed, they were too stunned at being alive to move until the next thunderous inrush of water made its presence known. Like frightened crabs, they scuttled up the beach in the absolute blackness a short distance before they collided with rock again at the back of the cave. Terrified that they would be flushed out by another wave, they clung to each other shivering and trembling. Several more waves came and went without reaching them until Buck let go of Miranda and Alf and put his hand on the sand.

"I think we're safe here. The sand's dry. Maybe only the biggest storms and highest tides reach this far."

"I'd still like to get out if we can," said Alf as his teeth chattered in the cold. Though each of them was equally wet, Alf's outfit gave him little insulation. "I'm freezing and bleeding. I got shot in case you've forgotten."

"I haven't forgotten," said Miranda patiently. "Let me look at it."

Alf was about to point out it was too dark to see anything when a small, but bright white light dazzled him.

"Where'd you get that?"

"This? It was in my pants pocket. It's a mini light and whistle combo pendant my mom gave me in case someone ever tried to assault me. As if. I'd kick a rapist in the nuts first. He'd be the one crying for help. Now hold still. I know first aid. Where were you shot?"

"In the right leg. I'll probably lose it. At least they make really cool looking prosthetics now."

Miranda snorted her derision at his dramatics as she inspected the wound.

"Don't be so pessimistic. You got lucky. The bullet just grazed you. It could have hit an artery. Then you would have bled out in the ocean."

Alf grinned weakly as Miranda wiped away the sand from the wound and had Buck fetch salt water in his hands to flush it. The tattered remains of Alf's stolen Hello kitty top served as a covering and a tight wrap to stop the bleeding.

"Lucky? I don't feel lucky. It hurts like hell."

"Well. That's the best I can do with what we have. You won't bleed to death anyway."

"No? Then I'll die of hypothermia instead."

A bout of uncontrollable shivering seized Alf.

"We need to get him out of here," said Buck.

"No. It's too dangerous now. I think we should wait for morning. Give the police some time to show and sort things out."

"He's really cold."

"Then let's warm him up between us. Take your clothes off."

"What? I don't think he's in any shape for fooling around again..."

"Don't be a dope, Buck. It's first aid. We warm him between us. Wring your clothes out as best you can so we can use them as blankets to trap in our body heat."

"Oh. Right."

The soft, warm fur of his friends was a comfort beyond anything Alf could have imagined in that dark, lonely cave. Not since he had lain on top of Miranda in the euphoric aftermath of sex had he felt so content. The sweet embrace of sleep was pulling him down, but having Miranda facing him with Buck spooned up against his backside revived Alf enough to be his old snarky self for a few moments.

"Hmmm. I like being the filling of a sexy sandwich. A little friction would warm me up even more."

Alf ground against Miranda and Buck as he spoke.

"So you aren't going to die after all?" asked Miranda.

"I think not. Climbing down walls and trees, captured by murderous drug lords, shot, thrown in the ocean, bashed against rocks; if I were a cat like you, I'd have used all nine of my lives today, but I think I have at least one more in me."

Miranda smiled and kissed him on his forehead.

"That sounds like five lives to me, but you did good, my brave, little coyote."

Alf smiled back and closed his eyes, more satisfied than at any point in his life.

"Hey. What about me?" demanded Buck.

"You were fantastic, too, Mr. strongman. I was pretty impressed when you jumped onto that tree with Alf on your back."

"That was nothing compared to the way you did that back flip with the chair on that Tiger. That was fucking sick. You're something special."

"We make a good team," agreed Miranda.

"Yeah."

Miranda's light was still illuminating the cave enough for them to see each other. Her summer sky blue eyes sparkled like sapphires as they met the liquid amber of Buck's.

"Did you mean what you said before you climbed out the window?" she asked.

"Uh, when? At your room?"

"No, numbskull, in the headmistress's office."

Buck thought for a moment trying to remember.

"Oh, right. Yes. I did. I do love you. Is that crazy? 'Cause we only just met."

"Everything's crazy about love, so it makes perfect sense. I love you, too."

"I love you both," muttered Alf in a voice on the verge of sleep. His muzzle snuggled in between Miranda's breasts, and his tail brushed under Buck's chin.

"And we love our little coyote femboy, right Buck."

"Alf's my best buddy all right, but if you still want us to do butt stuff, then..."

Miranda put her paw over Buck's mouth.

"Shhh. Our puppy's asleep. We can discuss that later."

It was true. Alf's chest was rising and falling in slow rhythm. It made Buck realized how tired he was. He released a mighty yawn.

"I think I'll close my eyes for just a minute. Don't let me fall asleep. One of us should stay awake and on guard."

Miranda's paw clenched his hand. It was the last thing Buck felt before exhaustion claimed him. The menacing dragon's hiss and roar of the tidal surge into the cave was strangely soothing after a long night of adventure. Even the clashing thunder of the storm engulfing the coast failed to keep them awake any longer.

Morning crept slowly into their cave. The violent weather of the night had passed leaving a sky swept clean as a slate on the first day of school, but the entrance to their hiding place faced west away from the mountains over which the sun was struggling to rise. A fog, like a snug blanket tucked up under the chin of the drowsy coast, obscured everything beyond the offshore stacks of rock. Calm and serene in comparison to the previous night's tempest, even the breakers seemed like playful children emerging from the mist one after another to touch the cliff and run in and out of the teen's shelter in a never ending game of tag.

The peaceful setting encouraged a late awakening especially for anyone who had had as rough a night as Alf, Buck, and Miranda. Thus, it took the shrill cry of a gull perched at the entrance to their cave to bring Buck to hazy consciousness late in the morning.

Alf was still safely wedged between him and Miranda. Worried, Buck confirmed they were both still breathing. A surge of affection for his new friends made his heart race and brought tears to his eyes. Wanting to be with them forever, he dreaded what this new day would bring. If Alf had failed to get the message out, or if the police had not believed it, then they were all dead. Even if the police had come and discovered the truth, Alf and Buck still had to serve their sentences. Ivystone would be shut down, and Miranda's parents would take her far away.

Separation seemed inevitable. They were just kids. What could any of them do until they turned eighteen?

Having such incredible friends for the first time was too great a prize for Buck to bear to lose. The weight of his normal feelings of loneliness and isolation returned with depressing familiarity. Buck unconsciously gripped tightly to Alf for comfort. The pressure was enough to awaken the coyote, who reluctantly extracted his snout from the comforting embrace of the furry pillows on Miranda's chest. Turning his head, Alf caught Buck's watery eyes.

"Morning, Buck. You eager to do me now?"

The sly smile that accompanied his sarcastic comment was exactly the tonic Buck needed for his malaise. Without hesitation, he leaned closer and locked his lips with Alf's. Pleased with this morning greeting, Alf rolled away from Miranda, into Buck's arms and a kiss as natural as any expression of affection by two lovers in the comforting embrace of passion. Not even the feeling of their cocks slipping the bonds of their sheaths and rubbing against each other gave either boy pause.

"Are you two hoping for privacy, or can I watch?"

Miranda's musical voice broke their lusty reverie.

"I really want to watch."

Alf turned back towards Miranda flopping on his back with a contented sigh. His and Buck's erections were on full display.

"Watch, participate, whatever. I just want someone to have me right now."

"You two still owe me some guy on guy action. Is that what you're working up to now?"

"I don't know. Ask Buck. He started it."

Miranda's brow rose.

"You changing your mind?"

Buck chewed on his lower lip for a few seconds, then sighed.

"Yeah. I guess I am. I'm willing to try anything if it means what we got now can last a bit longer before life goes back to the shitty way it was."

"Yes!" barked Alf holding one fist above his head in a victory salute.

Suddenly imbued with limitless energy, he rolled onto his paws and knees putting his ass in the air. He curled his tail onto his back leaving himself open for inspection.

"I'm ready anytime, Bucky boy. Just don't put too much weight on the right leg."

A shove from Miranda's hindpaw knocked Alf back over onto his side.

"No you're not. He's too big for you especially without lube."

"Hey. I've had plenty..."

"Quiet! What did I say last night?"

"Uh..."

"Oh! I remember," interjected Buck. "No one gets hurt and no one does anything they don't want to."

"Well done, but what else? Alf?"

"You're in charge," he admitted.

"Good memory. So, since I'm in charge, both of you want to do this, and no one is going to get hurt, I say Alf is pitching and Buck is catching."

"Wait!" protested Buck, then surrendered. "Oh, what the fuck. Why not?"

The colt got on his hands and knees, but his tail hung stubbornly between his legs. With a look of greedy anticipation, Alf moved into position behind him.

"Uh. You kind of need to move your tail Buck."

"I'm getting there. Just give me a minute."

"I think you need something distracting to make this work," said Miranda.

Sliding underneath Buck on her back with her hips beneath his, she began tickling his sheath with her paw.

"I'm trusting you to be on top and be gentle. Are you the gentleman I think you are?"

"Yes, ma'am," answered Buck momentarily forgetting the threat to his backside.

Miranda was a distraction that could not be ignored. Buck's loins responded accordingly. Alf pawed his own cock as he watched Buck's grow again. What he wanted from Buck was precious enough to wait on Miranda's lead.

"Go ahead, Buck," purred Miranda. "We know it fits."

Entering Miranda was diverting enough that Buck remained oblivious of Alf. Buck's tail began to swish involuntarily briefly exposing the object of Alf's desire. Miranda's paw helped guide Buck as far in as he could go, then it crept past the base of his shaft to fondle his balls. Buck moved in and out of her with long, deliberate strokes.

Alf watched Miranda's paws at work with fascination. Clearly an expert, she played around Buck's shaft, balls, taint and tailhole with consummate skill until the tip of one finger found its way inside his anus without even a grunt of protest from the colt.

After a minute or so of working that opening, her finger emerged and beckoned to Alf with a come-hither gesture. Working up as much spit as he could in his parched mouth, Alf liberally lubricated his cock and went for broke. Buck was primed enough that Alf inserted two inches before the colt could clamp down.

"Ah! Hey! I wasn't ready."

Seemingly from nowhere, Miranda produced two pair of handcuffs and keys.

"Where'd you get those," asked Buck astonished to see the unexpected items.

"I took them off that bear you punched. A better question might be what do I intend to do with them?"

"I'm afraid to ask."

"I'm not," said Alf sliding in another inch or two while Buck's attention was on the cuffs. Buck's sphincter fought back.

"Dammit! Stop. That feels so wrong."

With uncanny precision, as though she had used them many times before, Miranda cuffed both her wrists to both of Buck's.

"Hey! What'd you do that for?" protested Buck.

"So Alf can do his business without interruption. How deep are you Alf?"

"Not even halfway. Loosen up, Buck. You're tighter than one of those Chinese finger traps. You know, that's a great metaphor for anal sex. Just like the finger puzzle, you have to relax if you want this to work. You can't keep squeezing and fighting, or I'll never get it in all the way."

"I don't want it in all the way. I don't want it in where it is now."

"Oh, really?"

Miranda grabbed Buck's cock and gave it a hard squeeze.

"I don't feel any softening here. Come on. Admit it. You're curious."

"I thought you said no one had to do anything they didn't want to."

"I did, and you don't have to do this. I'll take the cuffs off if you ask. You can get up and push Alf off, but is that what you really want?"

"I don't know."

"Alf loves you and you love him. Don't deny it. This is a way to express that love. Give it a chance just once. If you don't like it, you never have to do it again, and I'll still love you either way. It's your choice."

"You really are good at this psychology stuff, aren't you?"

"Yep, but I'm even better at this sex stuff. Now bury your face in my boobs, get your hips rocking back and forth, and I'll give you a nice shoulder rub to loosen you up."

Doing as Miranda asked helped the colt. Alf made progress by letting Buck do the work. Each time the horse pulled back from Miranda, Alf yielded only a little and gained some ground. When Buck moved forward, Alf followed his motion so he never slipped back. Within minutes, his knot was just outside the gate. He would take it no further. Buck wasn't ready for that, and Alf wanted him to enjoy the experience in hopes he would repeat it again.

Buck's emotions were as confused and jumbled as their bodies had been in the surf the night before. Miranda was like a miracle in his life. She was so full of life and optimism. Making love to her was akin to experiencing a utopian future that he thought he could never have. Every curve of her body, every scent she exuded, the silky luxuriousness of her fur, and the music in her voice were all pieces of heavenly perfection lain open for him to enjoy, but they all paled to the wonder of joining with her a he was doing now. It was a familiar feeling being his second time inside her, but nothing could diminish the pure ecstasy of the act, not even Alf's successful foray plumbing the depths of his ass.

Maybe Miranda was right. She was smart and experienced in these matters. Though uncomfortable, the coyote dick in his butt was not painful. It was just...different. Perhaps this was like the first time he yanked himself off and felt that scary sensation of losing control the instant before ejaculation. He remembered it well; freaking out when his loins throbbed uncontrollably followed by the startling and impossible to stop experience of globs of sticky white fluid shooting all over his bed sheets.

Like a garden hose with a faulty nozzle, he had vainly tried to cover the frisky organ with his hand to stop the spray. He couldn't, of course, and a strong sense of guilt that he had done something horribly wrong to himself lingered for hours afterward. Of course, he repeated the performance with increasing frequency over the years recognizing the sensations for what they were, a pleasure that could not be denied. He was willing to see anal sex with Alf to its end to determine if the aftermath would yield the same result.

Miranda felt a trace of guilt over pressuring Buck into butt sex for her own selfish desire. Watching vids online was one thing, but having two guys fuck in front of her for real was something she had lusted over for years. Even as bold as she was, she was never able to bring herself to just ask two guys to do it. The opportunity she was gifted last night was too good to let slip away even with crazed drug lords trying to kill her, or even against the bigger challenge, a straight guy who was reluctant to try.

With Buck's snout in her cleavage, she had a better view of what Alf was doing to Buck's backdoor. She would rather be watching from the side to take it all in, but she could see enough. Alf's red dick made steady progress inward and down at a steep angle. His knot stopped at the entrance and never went in. Miranda loved Alf even more for his sensitive self-control. Just this manner of sweet tenderness between two guys was what she had yearned to experience, and now she finally had it. Like Buck, she dreaded what the rest of the day would bring.

"C'mon, Buck. You gonna blow soon?" asked Alf. "I'm right at the edge here."

"Ahhhhh!" was the only verbal answer he received. The colt's back door clamped down on Alf's dick as Buck unleashed his tsunami of cream into Miranda. The sudden squeeze was enough to make Alf cum with him. The coyote scrunched his eyes shut and gripped tightly to Buck's tail. Miranda alternated watching each boy's face as they came. Her orgasm was a response to Buck and Alf's shared experience more so than the pressure of Buck within and against her sex. Her mind was already scheming to repeat this someday with Buck pitching as she surrendered to her own body's euphoric convulsions.

"So," began Alf, "Did you enjoy losing your anal virginity?"

"I'm not sure 'enjoyed' is the right word."

"Are you willing to try it again sometime?"

Buck chewed furiously on his lip.

"Maybe, but on two conditions. You never tell anyone about it, ever, and I only do it with you. No other guys."

"Hey!" interjected Miranda. "What about me? I can't wait to try a double ended dildo with you."

"Oh, God. This is spiraling out of control. Fine. Only you two and no one else, but what difference does it make? No matter what we find up there, this is all over. We're going to be separated and probably never see each other again."

"You're right," said Miranda as she forlornly hugged Buck. "My parents will send me somewhere else for sure. They won't want me near either of you two after they discover how we were involved in this crazy shit."

Unlike his melancholy friends, Alf was surprisingly cheerful and optimistic.

"Don't give up so easily, guys. There may be some hope yet. We just need to get back to the surface and find out what's what without getting ourselves killed."

Buck was not convinced.

"What hope is there? We don't have any control over where they might send you and me. We might not even go the same place, and we can't be lucky enough to end up right next door to Miranda again."

"Are you sure we have no control? I think we may have more leverage than you think."

"We're not adults, Alf. We have no say over..."

"Wait a second, Buck," interrupted Miranda. "I'm beginning to recognize that crafty look in our coyote's little eyes. What are you scheming, Alf?"

"It's something I set in motion last night, but I don't like to count my chickens before they're hatched. You'll have to wait and see just like me. Speaking of chicken, I'm starving and thirsty as all fuck. Please get me to some food and water before I burn through another of my nine lives."

None of them dared brave the calmer, but still deadly surf and undertow of the ocean, so with Buck's assistance, they climbed up the narrow passage to the secret tunnel that connected Ivystone to Meany's. Alf's leg was sore enough that he had to limp. Buck carried him through the tunnel wherever there was enough headroom to do so.

"These are ancient lava tubes," announced Alf after they emerged in the woods near Ivystone.

"Really?" said Miranda. "I thought it was carved by the nuns or smugglers or someone."

"Nope. It's completely natural. You can tell by the smooth walls and the wrinkles from the congealing lava on the floor. This is how the lava flowed to the sea when the surface cooled and hardened."

"So, you're a geologist, too?"

"I read a lot, and I'm curious."

"Well I'm curious to find out if the cops arrested those bastards," said Buck. "Let's sneak over to Ivystone and find out."

Alf's blizzard of messages had indeed summoned the police. It also brought the FBI, the DEA, a hazmat team, and even the Coast Guard. So many vehicles and official looking people were present that the teens were at a loss as to whom to approach. The front gate was open but partially blocked by two uniformed officers talking to a female avian in a non-descript rental car. They looked safe and official, so the kids exited the woods and strolled up the road towards them.

Disheveled, the three teens could easily have been mistaken for vagrants. Alf had only a skirt, panties, and a pair of torn, knee high stripped socks. Hello Kitty had become a blood soaked bandage around his right thigh, and his shoes were lost at sea. There was no ambiguity now regarding his gender other than that he appeared to be confused about it. Miranda and Buck still had their regular street clothes, but they were wet and filthy. All three of them stank like flotsam at the high tide line.

One of the two cops guarding the gate saw them and watched their approach skeptically. The skunk held out his paw motioning them to halt when they reached the gate. The other cop and the avian in the car ceased their discussion and stared at the teens.

"This area is closed for a police investigation. You can't come in here," said the skunk.

"But this is my school," answered Miranda.

"Sure it is, miss. You got to have serious money to go here. Why don't you three go back to your trailer park, tent city, homeless shelter, or whatever. Were busy here and no one gets in today."

Alf stepped forward with his hands on his hips looking like a deranged cheerleader.

"It's the truth. You need to take us to your leader or whatever, 'cause he or she is going to want to talk to us. That's certain."

The scene was crazy enough to make the avian take a closer look at the three grungy teens. She practically flew out of the car when she remembered the descriptions and identities of the missing student from Ivystone and two escapees from Meany's.

"What are you names?" she asked with breathless expectation. The iridescent blue and green feathers on her head and neck stood up in excitement.

"Alf Magro."

"Miranda Cartwright."

"Buck Sortras."

"Fantastic," she exclaimed with evident relief. "I'm Agent Beutiffe. You may call me Colette. Get in the car, please, and come with me. Our leader will indeed be glad to see you."

The avian was FBI, and so was her boss, Deputy Assistant Director Morgan Jones. The Feds had set up a temporary HQ in Nnamani's former office as they collected evidence concerning the drug manufacturing facility linking the Ivystone and Meany's campuses. Smoczek, Nnamani, and their associates had already been arrested and taken to jail for processing. A manhunt for the missing teens by the police and the Coast Guard had been in progress since first light.

Once again, the three teens sat in chairs in front of the headmistress' desk. The scene was eerily reminiscent of the night before except now they were surrounded by people purportedly intent on helping them instead of killing them. Director Jones, a middle-aged female wolf sat in Nnamani's chair. Instead of Dean Smoczek, a gruff otter named Sheriff Wyad sat with half his oversized rear on the corner of the desk. Behind the teens in the place of the bear and tiger goons stood Agent Beutiffe, and a burly ram in Coast Guard uniform named Lieutenant Gregory Briggs.

It was a relief for all of the search and rescue folks to know that the teens had been found, and Director Jones was possibly the happiest of any of the authorities to see the three of them alive. After hearing their story, she was eager to command their cooperation. They were critical witnesses who could bolster additional charges of attempted murder that would help ensure the criminals stayed behind bars for a long time. Jones hailed them as heroes for their work in uncovering the drug-processing plot and for having the good sense to send such detailed evidence to the police.

Alf was grateful for the water, blanket, and medical attention he had been given. Even Director Jones' praise was welcome, but he had trouble trusting cops at the best of times, and this setting didn't help his recalcitrant nature.

The scrapes on Nnamani's desk from Smoczek's back and tail spikes were still fresh in the wood right in front of him. He had a hole in his leg, and the shattered computer monitor was sitting on a side table as a reminder of how far bullies would go to get what they wanted. It didn't help that the Sheriff was hostile and was asking numerous rude questions insinuating that Alf and Buck had violated their sentences by escaping and generally been up to no good last night. The fact that the jowly otter spoke the truth was irrelevant to Alf. He fervently believed the authorities should be kissing his ass for doing their work for them instead of trying to scare him into doing more. Bullying was bullying, and he didn't like it.

To her credit, Director Jones tried to downplay the Sheriff's remarks and the implications they had for Alf and Buck's future.

"You kids will likely receive a citation from the president for this."

"Is there a cash reward?" asked Alf. "That's worth more to me than a pat on the back."

The look on the wolf's face was all the answer Alf needed to know the answer was no, but it was the Sheriff who replied.

"Consider yourselves honored to get any thanks. You're still a couple of criminal delinquents serving your sentence as far as I am concerned. Since you're still in my jurisdiction, it's back into Meany's for you two."

Having been intimate with Alf and Buck made Miranda protective of them, and she was never afraid to speak her mind, even to cops.

"What's stuck up your ass, jerk? Why're you so interested in keeping them in prison?"

The sheriff's fur stood up as he huffed with rage, but a calm, firm voice from the doorway forestalled any retort from the otter.

"I can answer that question."

Everyone turned to discover who had spoken. A tall leopard male in a smartly tailored business suit clutching a high-end smart phone stood in the doorway.

"Who the hell are you?" demanded Jones irritated that her interrogation was beginning to spiral out of control. Unknown to her, she was about to lose all power over her three charges.

Producing a lavishly embossed business card on expensive stock, the leopard passed the small document to the director.

"My name is Damon Withers. I represent the legal firm of Delloit, Argyles, Cranston and Grubel. Based on what I heard of your conversation, I believe that these three pre-adults are my clients: Mr. Alfonse Magro, Mr. Bucephalus Sortras, and Ms. Miranda Cartwright, correct?"

Buck and Miranda shared a confused expression with each other then looked to Alf, who grinned smugly and winked at them. Director Jones was aghast.

"Are you serious? How do three no account teenagers afford the services of the most expensive law firm on the West Coast?"

"Yeah," said a bewildered Buck. "Who's paying you to work for us? We can't afford it."

"That is client-attorney privileged information, sir. I presume your question is rhetorical and that you do not wish me to divulge your source of funds to these law enforcement agents."

"Uh...I guess not."

Alf laughed mockingly making sure to aim his derision directly at the sheriff.

"A mysterious, benevolent benefactor. You've got to love philanthropy."

"What exactly do you want...," asked Jones as she looked at the card again, "...Mr. Withers?"

"Several things. As I was about to explain when I first announced my presence, County Sherriff Wyad and his fellow elected officials in this part of the state find a tidy revenue stream for their departments and government coffers from housing prisoners from across the state and around the country here at several privately run for-profit prisons. In the case of Meany's, it is obvious that proper oversight and regulations regarding the operation of such facilities have been neglected if not bypassed intentionally in the name of enhancing revenues. My firm plans to open a class action lawsuit on behalf of my clients and the other victims of this lax and potentially criminal system. We will of, course provide evidence that we uncover to the state and federal authorities to pursue criminal charges as appropriate. I think I can guarantee that Meany's will shut down by court order within a week."

Wyad moved around the desk in an attempt to intimidate Withers just as Smoczek had done the night before. The parallels in bullying behavior were uncanny. Alf leaned back, supremely relaxed this time, knowing the real muscle was on his side now. He had missed watching the dean get his, but a front row seat of comeuppance theater starring the sheriff was a fine substitute.

"You can't barge here in here like this and throw these accusations around. This is a crime scene. Police only, so get out, and these kids stay here for questioning. The boys will be transferred to another facility."

Mr. Withers was unfazed by the sheriff's tirade.

"Actually, I have every right to be here. Perhaps more than you. Another of my purposes today relates to the following ruling from a judge that commutes the rest of these two boy's sentences to home detention under the guardianship of my firm. I also have a notarized permission agreement from Ms. Cartwright's parents to un-enroll her from Ivystone and transport her safely home. My clients are leaving with me immediately.

"Damn! You work fast," exclaimed Alf.

"Yes, sir. I assure you we have our best and brightest on this case including my humble self. None of us have slept or rested since we were assigned to this case around two a.m. this morning. Come along with me now, please. The car you requested is outside. There is no reason for you to stay here."

Director Jones rose out of her chair.

"Wait! We still have questions for them."

"I am advising my clients to answer no further questions until they have had the benefits of a briefing with their attorneys. Considering the ordeal that they have endured and their state of mental and physical exhaustion, they deserve a period of rest and recuperation before such a meeting. My firm shall prepare a statement from each of our clients stating the facts of this case as they know it. Those statements shall be provided to the authorities. At some future time, my clients will provide follow up interviews with you...with their attorneys present, of course. So unless you plan to arrest them, and I do not recommend that course of action, my clients have nothing further to say to you at this moment, and wish to leave."

There was much blustering and posturing on the part of Jones and Wyad, but Withers was unyielding. Once the authorities surrendered to the inevitable, the dapper leopard led the teens to a limousine parked in the same place Dean Smoczek's car had occupied the night before. Alf was pleased with the karmic justice.

"Holy shit!" exclaimed Buck "We're riding in that?"

"We sure are," smirked Alf. "We sure are. Mr. Withers?"

"Yes sir."

"Would you mind riding up front so my friends and I can have some privacy to talk alone?"

"Not at all, sir. Where are we going first?"

"To town to get a shower, some clothes, a decent meal, then we take Miranda home. After that, to my place. I want to talk to my parents about adopting me a brother."

Alf threw his arm around Buck's shoulder. To Buck he said, "I think these shyster lawyers can prove your aunt unfit to be your guardian. What do you say? How would you like to be my brother and have a mom and dad again?"

Buck wanted that more than just about anything, but he didn't trust himself to do more than nod for fear he might start crying like a baby.

The driver, a Siberian husky in a black uniform opened the rear door, and they climbed inside the obscenely opulent interior. Food, drinks, seats that swiveled and reclined, soundproof windows between them and the driver, and curtains for solitude were almost overwhelming luxuries after their night of torment and privation.

Buck was too agog to begin to wonder what was happening, but Miranda still had her wits about her.

"All right, coyote boy. What's the deal here? Who's paying for this? My parents have money, but they wouldn't throw it away like this, and we both know Buck's got nothing."

"Right. Sorry. With all of the excitement, I never got to tell you what I did last night. Would you like the short answer or the long answer?"

"From you today, any answer would be a miracle."

"Ok. Both then. The short answer is that Nnamani and Smoczek are paying for the lawyers and the posh ride."

Buck had found some bags of chips and pretzels in a side compartment and had been wolfing them down until he choked and coughed, spraying crumbs on the floor. He had to drink from a bottle of soda to calm the fit.

"The dean? The headmistress? Why would they do that?"

"That is the long answer. You two eat, and I'll explain."

Noticing the food, Miranda declined the chips and searched around until she found some cheese and sardines to munch. Alf snatched a handful of nuts and popped a few in his mouth before elaborating.

"Last night, Nnamani was still logged in to her computer when she left the room, so when I got that keyboard in my paws, I effectively became her. I didn't just send the dope on her and Smoczek to the cops. Sure, the bad guys get punished and the pigs are really happy because they look like they're doing their jobs, but I decided to do a little something for us."

"What?" asked Miranda as she sucked a tiny fish into her mouth.

"You remember my botched burglary that landed me in Meany's?"

"Of course. What's that got to do with this?"

"Everything. There's a lot more to a heist like that than just breaking in and running away with the cash. The money has to go somewhere. It has to be circulated so it can't be traced, and it has to be hidden. I had a plan for washing it and getting it into a bank, but that isn't the important part. The part that matters is having lots of shady bank accounts in countries that don't ask questions as long as you're willing to pay a handling fee for moving the money around and forgetting where it originated. I never deactivated those accounts, so they were all sitting there last night just waiting for me to fill them."

"Fill 'em with what?" asked Buck through a mouth full of crackers and canned salmon he was washing down with expensive, carbonated spring water.

"What else? The profits from Nnamani and Smoczek's drug operation. I meant it when I said I became her online. Her bank accounts were wide open, so I took everything and then set her computer to erase itself so Jones and her minions can't trace what I did."

"Fuck me," gasped Miranda. "How much?"

"All day long if you'll let me, but I suspect you mean how much cash."

That remark earned him a handful of grapes tossed in his face. Alf didn't care. He was having the best day of his life and saw nothing but an endless series of good days ahead.

"I deserved that. Over three million."

"Over three million...dollars?" Buck could not imagine so much money. "Well, you can fuck me, too, then."

"After bank processing fees and the generous advance payment I sent to the law firm of Dewey, Screwem and Howe, it'll be more like an even three million. That's one million apiece."

"Alf, that's incredible. You're gonna be the best brother ever."

"One million for each of us?" wondered Miranda. "That's very generous of you Alf."

"It took all three of us to accomplish this. Fiends share, right? I mean, it's not like this would even make one of us super rich, but I think we're now not bad off for a trio of delinquent teenagers."

The possibilities of his transformed future finally struck Buck.

"Whoa! With money like that and having lawyers setting us free means we don't have to be permanently separated. We can keep in touch as much as we want until we're eighteen and then forever afterward if we like."

Miranda had a more practical view.

"We need to keep the money a secret, though, or the Feds will figure out what you did, Alf."

"That's true. I'll keep it hidden and safe as long as necessary, if you two don't mind. If we just take out what we need to visit each other as often as we can no one will get suspicious. Our high priced lawyers will keep the Feds at bay long enough to ensure our money is clean enough when we are ready to use it."

Miranda sat herself between Buck an Alf on the rear bench seat and gave kisses and hugs to both her boys.

"Amazing. You thought of everything. You guys are the best date ever."

"Thanks, Miranda. Hold that thought for just a second," said Alf as he pressed the comm button on the armrest. "Driver?"

"Yes, sir."

"How long until we get to town?"

"Fifteen minutes, sir. I can make it faster if you like."

"Can you make it thirty?"

Three seconds of dead air passed.

"Yes, sir."

"Thanks."

Releasing the comm, Alf pulled the curtains across the window that separated them from the front seat.

"I think this bench pulls out into a bed. Even if it doesn't, either of you ever fuck in the back of a limo before?"

[End of Story]