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Even with the thick hotel curtains draw as far as they could be, a little sliver of sunlight shone mightily into Tobias' eyes, cruelly stirring him a most delicious dream into a world of a tiny headache and an insistent erection.

Damn, he thought. Just when it was getting good. He had that pretty little tigress on hands and knees and he was thisclose to mounting her-wait a minute!

He shook his head hard. He couldn't have been dreaming about Yosshi, not in that way. As much as he wanted to doubt it, little slivers of the vision clung to him. Visons of how soft her fur might be, the delicate moans she would give in his arms, the way those beckoning eyes would just beg for him.

Mmm, beckoning amber eyes. And they thought he was nuts for designing the Swain's Swords sign the way he did. Those eyes have been haunting him for years. At first, just the 12 year old scared eyes kept up him at night, just thinking about the horrible fate he'd saved her from, relieved that he acted when he did, and worrying about how she was doing. He had no way of contacting her family after RenCon ended. He didn't even know until yesterday that she and Bebe were related.

But just a few years ago, as he was starting the business, those eyes grew up and two very grown up orbs. A pair that belonged to a girl-no, a woman, who the very thought of sent his thoughts straight into the gutter.

Looking down at his poor neglected hard on, he growled. "Cut that out already! Dream's over and I need to get ready for the day."

When it was clear that his aroused state was going nowhere on its own, he rose and entered the bathroom for a shower. At first he turned the water all the way to cold, then decided that it would be too cruel to punish his body for just following nature's call and then turned it nice and warm before stepping into the spray.

With one pawful of shampoo, he began to rub himself slowly, letting parts of his dream come back to him and mingle with the dirty thoughts coming up now. Her fur would cling so deliciously to her body under the shower. He wondered if she would mind facing the back wall so that he could get an eyeful of her luscious rump and the provocative curve of her back. Murring louder, his paw flew up and down his shaft, imagining taking her right then and there, pressing their bodies together, pounding into her moist heat. Would she take his knot? Would she let him tie them together?

Of course she would. She was sweet and kind and had eyes for him only. It was a crazy thought, a female that beautiful must have males falling all over her back at her hometown. But the wonderful idea of her being just his made this fantasy all the sweeter. It wouldn't be just a mere rut, but a joining, a mating, with her yowls of delight filling his ears and her hot little body arching up with every thrust. He'd claimed her from the moment he saw her, and was now taking what was his.

Muffling his howl of completion, he coaxed jet after jet of his release, the shower spray washing it all away. He rested his head on the shower tiles, catching his breath and reorganizing his thoughts. "Claimed her from the moment he saw her"? She was 12 then, what kind of a furvert was he? They would have to talk during lunch about this. For her sake, he had to achieve some like of closure between them or he may just lose control and jump the poor girl.

He heard a knock just as he finished up with the fur dryer. Wrapping a towel around his waist, he opened the door and immediately frowned. "Good morning, Cicero."

She brushed past him, barging into the room in a silken robe and fluffy fur and getting to the middle of it before spinning around on one angry foot. "Good morning Toby. Did you enjoy my show last night, or were you too busy stuffing bills down that damn maid's dress?"

"Give it a rest, it's too early in the morning, and I don't have time to argue anyway. I've got to suit up and get the money box over to Paul before the swordplay demo."

Cicero huffed, her tail bristling. "At the least you could make it up to me by having breakfast with me. I've already called up room service to my room. We could make it a little date, just you and me." Her lips pouted cutely as she slinked up to him, eying his bare chest. "I promise I won't keep you too long, Toby..."

Tobias walked around her, digging into his garment bag for his gear. "See, this is why I reserved separate rooms for us. I'm not having breakfast, or sex for that matter, with you, Cicero. Sex is something between those who are dating, and we're not. If you don't mind, I need to change."

She sat on the bed, crossing her legs. "Like I've not seen you bare before. How about lunch, then?"

Lunch? No, he would be busy. "I'm already meeting someone for lunch."

Her eyes flared with anger. "It's that girl, isn't it? I swear, Tobias, you make caring about you so difficult. Here I am at this Con, trying to get you more exposure, working my tail off to get you that meeting with Replicas yesterday and this is how you repay me? By ignoring me in favor of some little unknown tart? I should go tell Thomas that the whole deal's off!" Rising, she marched to the door.

"Whoa, wait! That isn't necessary!" Now, Cicero was playing hardball with his business. What did she want him to do, cancel his plans for the day? "Look, I'm sorry, okay?"

After a second's pause, the vixen looked over her shoulder at him. "Sorry isn't enough, Toby. You've hurt my feelings. How are you going to make it up to me?"

He was pretty sure what she wanted from him. He could offer anything to her right now and she would take it as payment without question. He couldn't flake on the demo, and he refused to miss his lunch date with Yosshi. Breakfast was out of the question, given the time crunch.

"I only have an hour before warmups start." He finally said, dropping the towel to his feet.

Murring softly, Cicero walked back into the room proper, untying her robe, revealing that she wore nothing underneath. "That's quite alright. You won't need your tongue to fight, anyway..."

Yosshi got to the room where the swordfighting demo would be held early just to get a decent seat. Front row was a little too close for her comfort with flying swords about, so second row was her choice. She brought her craft box, thinking that she could get a little work done before the event started.

Pulling out three lengths of sterling silver wire and a pair of pliers, she began twisting the wire around itself, forming a stronger piece, leaving about an inch free on both ends. Those ends were bent back into spirals, a good base for the anklet she wanted to make Mae before the con ended. One visit to the crafting section would supply her with the coins she would affix to it. It would be a great souvenir of their time here this weekend.

Yosshi discovered wireworking just as she started high school. Just sitting, quietly beading and twisting, was almost like meditating. She felt at peace, and even better after she completed a piece. Most of her works, bracelets, anklet, pendants, a little chainmail work, were given away as gifts, but Bebe regularly begged her once she started attending Sharpington's Ren Faires to display and sell them in the Curties' booth. Yosshi saw the other works from more experienced artists and declined. They were far more talented than she was.

She couldn't concentrate completely on the task, though. Tonight was the highlight event of the con, the Grand Ball. Bebe knocked herself out making her gown, a creation that she hadn't seen yet, but was promised to knock her speechless.

"And so will every male in the room," her aunt assured her with a wink.

Well, Yosshi wasn't interested in the attentions of other males, only one. And she hoped that Tobias would be knocked speechless by this unseen gown. She unconsciously rubbed her thighs together, thinking about her dream the night before. Perhaps speechless wasn't the exact reaction she wanted.

"...come just for me..."

As she worked and fantasized, she kept an eye on the stage. A raccoon, Randall she remembered from the bar, stepped up on the stage, dressed in the ever present tunic and trousers. Right behind him was Tobias, dressed similarly, but wearing light padded armour, holding two sheathed swords. She nearly dropped her anklet in surprise. He never mentioned that he was doing this demo.

Then again, she never asked.

He passed one scabbard to Randall, then fastened his own around his waist. He glanced up at her with a wink and a wide smile.

Randall shushed the crowd before introducing himself and Tobias. "Not to shamelessly promote my friend here, but he happily donated use of not only his body, but two of his theatrical swords. As you'll see here, they are of great quality, so make sure you check out Swain's Swords before the end of the weekend."

"Now then, I'm sure some of you in the audience have been in your share of stage fights, so I'm not going to tell you anything you probably don't know. For the rest of you, I assume you're here out of some sense of curiosity about how this works. I hope you leave here with that satisfaction."

Randall then explained his own expertise as a stuntman and then fight director for the St. General Ren Faire for 15 years. "Even with all my experience, accidents can, do and will happen. Even though these blades you see here are not sharp, the most important rule is to treat all blades, from the tiniest little dagger to your standard claymore, as if they were. That's the first rule if there ever was one. Next thing to remember is to make sure that your actors have some sort of training in handling a blade, even if it's a workshop for a couple of hours. Nothing looks sadder than trying to wield an unfamiliar weapon, trying to hurt himself, and remember the choreography."

He and Tobias then went through a quick fight scene, blades flashing, making use of the various barrels on stage as props to run around, step on and block. Yosshi couldn't keep her eyes off the way Tobias moved, wishing he was wearing the tunic from yesterday. The shirt he wore was loose on his arms and the padding hid the form of his chest from her sight. It still didn't' keep him from dodging, ducking and gaining the upper hand for a moment before Randall knocked him to the floor, blade at his throat.

Randall smiled, addressing the audience. "What? You were expecting me to stage a scene with me losing?"

The room erupted in laughter as he helped his friend to his feet. The scene itself was broken down, move for move, swing by swing, taking the rest of the hour and a half of the workshop. Fishing a notebook from her box, Yosshi took diligent notes. That information could be very useful for her if she wanted a better part for next season's Faire.

After the workshop, she made her way to the stage, but Tobias was already surrounded by other attendees. He looked over to her with an apologetic shrug. Of course he'd be busy afterwards, she thought. Waving, she headed for the door out. She needed to get those coins for Mae's anklet before lunch, anyway.

Tobias was a little taken aback at Yosshi's presence at the workshop. Going though the motions with Randall onstage with her watching him really changed things. He had someone to show off to. And with the rehearsals his raccoon friend put him through before the Con, he was proud of how he did.

She was already seated in the lobby when he arrived for their lunch date. From afar, she looked distracted, brow furled, busy with something in her lap. As he came closer, he saw the piece of jewelry that was causing her glare. "Hard at work?"

Her face relaxed when she looked up at him with a smile. "I'm just struggling with these coins. I've got to double wrap them so they don't fall off, but I've got to make sure there aren't any scratchy points. But I can stop right now. Where do you want to do for lunch?"

Once she put her supplies away, he held out a hand to help her up. Her paw felt soft and warm in his, and he nearly forgot to let it go. "I can't go too far from the hotel, but I haven't made it to the hotel's bistro yet this weekend. Will that work? My treat?"

"I never refuse a free lunch."

The bistro was crowded with the lunchtime rush, but a table was emptied just as soon as they arrived. Once the waitress took their drink order, Tobias found himself with nothing to say. Now he had this beauty in front of him and nothing was coming out.

She smiled at him, grabbing a bread roll and tearing it in half. "You know, I've been hoping to see you again, and now when I do, I don't even know what to say. I mean, who are you? What's your last name? How's life since 7 years ago?"

Tobias had to laugh in relief. Good thing she was just as clueless as he. "Well, for starter's my last name is all over my booth. Swain."

As he picked and prepared a roll, he answered her question. He first started out as an actor for the St. Genral Faire when he was 18, learning his way around until he found his passion with weaponry. It took years of apprenticing in swordsmithing before he was qualified enough to open his own shop. It was a mostly local business for now, with occasional jaunts out of state to set up shop at other Faires and RenCon. He first worked the Con as security under Jason, but once Swain's Swords started gaining popularity, he ran that full time with his friends, Paul and Cicero.

Yosshi's eyes darkened at bit at the mention of the vixen's name, and he stiffened at the thought of his "tribute" that morning. At one time, the very thought of driving his muzzle between her thighs would set him to panting. Blackmail left a worse taste in his mouth. He was very thankful that he had enough time to wash his face thoroughly, lest anyone pick up her scent on him.

"Cicero and I dated almost five years ago, when I was starting Swain's. She hands the books and the marketing, two things I'm not all that great at. We decided to remain friends once we broke up for the sake of keeping the business going. She still likes to think that we will get back together, but that won't happen."

The tigress swallowed the bit of bread she was chewing for the duration of his explanation. "She seems to really like you, that's for sure."

"Cicero doesn't take 'no' very well. She's been getting the picture lately, though." The lie sat heavy in his stomach. Anything to make himself feel better about the constant threat of her claws at his neck. "So, enough about her. How have you been?"

She opened her mouth to speak, but the waitress returned to take their orders. Seared flank steak with a mushroom Balsamic glaze for him, bouillabaisse with a rosemary baguette for her. The bottle of wine recommended for the meal declined.

Once alone again, she looked down for a moment, ivory hair draping over part of her face in a way that made him want to brush it away. How dare it cover her face? "Well, I've been doing well. I'm soon to be a sophomore at Halbert and have been working the Sharpington Faire for the past two years now." Her head rose, looking at him directly. "You know, if I don't say this now, I'm going to lose my nerve. I've been more than grateful for what you did for me years ago. My parents never bothered getting your name and since we never came back, I couldn't find you to thank you. Even mentioning that I thought about you made them uncomfortable."

"You were nearly raped here, Yosshi. I would be uncomfortable with bringing it up too."

A sigh. "But I wasn't. You came through just in time and saved me. They say that cubs who've been in that kind of situation before act out in so many different ways. Dealing with their trauma or something. Well, I've dealt with mine. My folks insisted on years of therapy, but the one thing the therapist couldn't fix was my desire to see you again. I've longed to see you again, Tobias. You're my hero."

Her "hero". That put a bit of a damper on his desire for her. Of course, she was engaging in some serious hero worship here, nothing more. What interest would a college student have in someone so much older. "Yosshi, I understand. It was nothing, really. Anyone would have done the same."

Shaking her head, she grasped his paw in both of hers. "I don't think you really understand where I'm getting at." Suddenly blushing, she withdrew her paws, folding them in her lap. "I've never been very forward before. Not with anyone. But as I got older, I felt something deeper for you. Seeing you in the flesh only made it stronger."

"deeper...stronger..." Tobias balled his paw into a fist. If she kept talking like that, using such provocative words in such an innocent manner, he was likely to do something to make her stop. Like kissing her silent.

"It's so strange, but every time I look at you...I feel something from you, too. I wonder if I'm just imagining things..."

"Yosshi, you're almost a decade younger than me. That would make me no better than..."

Her blush increased as she grabbed his balled paw again. "Don't say that. You'd never do a thing like that."

"How do you know that? We barely know each other."

"And? We can't discover each other now? So what if I'm younger than you? I'm old enough to know what I want."

Tobias twist his wrist up, grabbing her paws and pulling her forward. He wanted to scare her, intimidate her into taking her silly fantasy back. Take it all back so he wouldn't have to face the truth starting back at him, muzzle so close that he felt her whiskers. "And what do you want?"

Her eyes were first surprised but then melted back into the teasing orbs that haunted his dreams. "I think it's pretty damn obvious, don't you think?"

With a soft whimper of defeat, Tobias inched even closer to her lips, daring himself to taste the no longer forbidden fruit. He saw the waitress from the corner of his eye, tray laden with their meals, keep her distance for this moment.

A familiar loud cough gave them pause, though. Cicero stood at the other side of the table, arms crossed and glaring daggers.