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The ground was still damp beneath his hindpaws from the rain earlier in the day and all the world seemed fresh and new. Plants, reinvigorated, were casting the last of their summer scents and pollen into the air and the fresh breeze that blew down the road and tickled his fur bore the unmistakable aromas of damp earth and fresh, high-quality coffee. Sunlight shafted down through broken, scudding white and white-grey clouds. The smell of rain was still in the air, but it wasn't yet near enough to cause him any concern.

As he walked down the pretty pedestrianised street, the main thoroughfare of the small town that was his home, he wondered as he often did about how worthwhile it was for shops to open all day. Very few people were about at this time on a Tuesday morning: some older furs taking their time window-shopping, a couple of groups of adolescents, evidently making the most of their summer holiday, and the odd flurry of other assorted people. But surely not enough , he thought, to justify the whole street being open all day. Perhaps that's why I don't run a shop: I'm probably missing something obvious. The breeze blew again and the slender, mostly ornamental trees leaned with it, shook, and scattered heavy droplets of rain to the ground and over him. A moment later the wind blew a cloud from over the sun; the world gleamed and that aroma of fresh coffee reached his nose again. His empty stomach griped in frustration and he ignored it with studied nonchalance.

A store display caught his eye and he wandered over to stand in front of the window for a moment, looking at some of the new tech the shop had in stock. Most of it he could live without: they were just upgrades, minor tweaks and improvements on things here and there, but the odd piece made his geek gland twitch. He leaned forward slightly to get a better look and saw himself reflected faintly in the glass, standing in the foreground of a Pepper's ghost shopping street. He saw his eyes twitch, saw himself looking at himself and both of him smirked at his vanity, lips curling slightly in wry amusement to reveal a perfect set of pearlescent fangs in a lupine muzzle, ivory fangs set in pink gums, hidden beneath black lips dressed in the softest white fur. Whiskers projected almost invisibly from just behind his sensitive black nosepad. A pair of sapphire blue eyes looked into another, and perked ears twitched as a young male shouted, half a mile or so down the street. Below the head, a solid, strong body, muscular chest and powerful arms ending in claw-tipped pawhands; below the waist, a taut rump and digitigrade legs ending in broad hindpaws. Beneath the simple, elegant grey cotton shirt and blue pants he wore only his fur, soft and white as new snow except for a touch of the lightest grey on the tip of his tail and... somewhere else. But that was for him and only a few others to know about. His reflection smirked back at him as he thought about just how many did know.

Jenna, for one... of course she knew. Jenna, his girlfriend and lover - she had to know. Marissa, too. His sire, dam and littermates; the cubs he had grown up with and gone to school with... People who had seen him getting changed to do sports, go swimming, bathing... Yeesh. That's more than I thought!... Did I advertise, or did it just happen that way?

He turned away from the store and made a mental note of the few items that had piqued his interest to check them up on the net when he got home. The coffee was beginning to smell increasingly good and it didn't help that it was accompanied by an aroma of cooking bacon. His stomach gave a threatening growl, demanding satisfaction, and with a sigh he turned his steps towards the coffee house, took a seat inside and waited for the waitress to come and take his order. She was pretty, in a straightforward, down-to-earth kind of way, and reminded him somehow of Marissa, though she was a wolf and the waitress was a lynx. She had a nice smile, he noted, and a musical way of asking for his order; a playful gleam in her eyes as she leaned over just a little more than she needed to when she reached over to wipe the spotless table that encouraged her tail to lift just slightly and drift back and forth. With another of those quiet smiles she went back towards the counter to tap in his order. He smiled back, as politely as he could.

The sky had darkened somewhat even in the short time he had been in the coffee house and the wind had picked up. A few heavy spots of rain spattered against the window as he stared out through it at the street and at nothing at all. His groin ached, and it had nothing to do with the handsome lynx's enticing display. It was a low, frustrated ache, the kind that begins in the prostate, infects the balls and then spreads inexorably up the penis and into every hair of the sheath; the kind of ache that comes from good lovemaking which is somehow still bad sex and that satisfies the soul utterly but the balls barely at all, from hours spent tenderly pleasuring your lover when what you want to do is shove her bodily over something supportive and pound her until your balls explode, then do it again, and again, and again until your balls can't take any more but you just can't stop wanting that endorphin rush, when your cock is chafing between her legs and your sac is dry but all you can think about is cumming just once more ... the kind of ache you get in that inexplicable limbo state somewhere between unsated and wanting. He knew he wasn't horny, not really; he wasn't even particularly aroused, and he knew too that if he went home and nonetheless tried to masturbate in attempt to get rid of this damned annoying feeling he'd just end up with sheath-burn and maybe - maybe - eventually a desultory, weeping kind of release. Yet his sheath ached, swollen, and he could feel the pointed tip of his penis abriding gently against the fabric of his trousers and the lightest tickling fang-itch of a dribble of thin precum.

"... Karnath?..."

"Hmmm?"

"What do you think about when you're making love to me?" Jenna asked, drowsy and warm in the depths of her bed. One hand idly played among the fur of his chest as he rested against the wall, propped up by a cushion. She loved to nestle after making love, to rest her head on his arm and snuggle in even though it never quite seemed to work: her slender gazelle body was angular in just the wrong places for complete comfort. Near his leg a large damp patch was cooling and becoming a touch uncomfortable, as was the matted fur of his sheath.

"I think of you, of course." His voice was surprisingly high for a wolf his size, something of which he was always embarrassed and which contributed to his quietness, his shyness. If he remembered before he spoke he could pitch it down easily enough, but for some unknown reason his usual speaking pitch was a high baritone and not the deep rumble of his father and brothers. "What else would I think of?"

"Oh, I don't know... you always seem so serious when you're fucking me."

His gaze shifted downwards. Was that the first hint of petulance in her voice? He could never tell. Some of his friends could always tell what a female was thinking and claimed that they were an open book, but to him it was more like that they were a dictionary and he a dyslexic: what use is a dictionary when so many of the words seem alike?

"I didn't know I looked serious. Perhaps next time you'll bring a mirror to bed with you and I can see for myself."

There was a distinctly caprine snort from somewhere in the region of his armpit. "That's no answer."

"Well... what kind of question was it? When I'm making love to you, I think of you. I think of your slender body and your horns, the way your... the way you're so tight around me, how good it feels." He leaned over and kissed her, warmly, full on the lips. "How right it feels... you and me."

There was a long pause. Just when he thought that she was settling down to rest in the remnant of the night before daybreak and work, she said, "But that's just it... you always make love to me; you always think of me, never yourself. You're always tender and gentle and you always put me first... You know what I like, when and how and where I like it... you make sure I get to come..." Her head lifted from the pillows and two brown eyes fixed on his face. He could see out of the corner of his eyes: he wasn't looking at her. "You're a wonderful lover, Karnath; you're a sweet and gentle guy and by far the gentlest, most tender and caring wolf I've ever met in my whole life. But why don't you fuck me?"

He thought a moment. "Do you want me to?"

She shook her head. "I rest my case." Instead of settling down against him for the night she turned away and moved to her side of the bed. He switched off the lamp, rolled over so that they were back to back and closed his eyes. But sleep wouldn't come easily and when it did it was filled with nightmares and inchoate feelings of dread, and after waking gasping for air for the third time he slipped from the bed, dressed and left the house. Jenna was still fast asleep.

"Sir?"

He started and blinked once or twice, looking around. "Whuh?..."

"Your order, sir." The lynx waitress, standing over him. The first thing he noticed iwa her smile that must have been at least as much a come-on as it was about customer satisfaction. The second thing he noticed was that she was holding a tray with breakfast, coffee and a newspaper. He smiled up at her warmly, letting his blue eyes shine. "Thank you," he said, leaning back to let her set down the tray and then depart with another smile and a twitch of her tail. He watched her go and smiled to himself before unfolding the newspaper and beginning the ritual of his day: news, coffee, breakfast, in that order. As he fwapped open the broadsheet he happened to glance out of the window: a group of four or five young adolescents, maybe sixteen or so, were walking past. For some reason one of them, a leopard, glanced over at him and smiled a thin, hurried little smile. Not knowing what else to do, Karnath nodded and smiled back. The leopard nodded too, grinned and then was gone, past the window and out of sight. With a puzzled blink the wolf poured himself some coffee and returned to his breakfast and newspaper.

The bacon lasted as long as it took to read the leaders; the local and national news went in the eggs (scrambled and fried); pancakes and syrup accompanied the international news, sausages the commentary and editorial and the toast was left for the supplemental pages, obituaries and other things. All this was punctuated by laps from the bowl of coffee kept assiduously topped up by the female lynx who seemed to be able to manufacture just about any reason to be passing his table.

With a sigh he pushed away his plate, lapped at some more coffee and returned his attention to the first few pages. His father read the newspaper in this manner, and he had instructed the oldest son from the first litter to do the same. "Read it once to learn the news," he said. "Read it a second time to understand it..."

"... read it a third time to comprehend its relevance."

The corners of his father's lips lifted and his fangs showed, no more than the tips. The older wolf's grey eyes fixed on his young son who sat at the dining-room table next to him and they sparkled just a little. This was high praise indeed. "You're learning, Karnath. Well done."

"Thank you, father." Karnath looked at his father and smiled, glad to receive the praise. Somehow it felt worth more than praise from other people as it was so much more hard-won and infrequent. His tutors praised him effusively, and sometimes it could become cloying and almost annoying; he certainly did not think he was so good at all his subjects.

"We are both very proud of you, Karnath," said his mother, seated further down the table on the opposite side. "Your tutors tell us that you are very quick in learning your lessons. Tutor Chevar says that you might even be able to win a scholarship to university."

Karnath blushed and lowered his head. Chevar, his history tutor, seemed to dote on him more than the others, giving him particular attention over his classmates and offering him extra lessons during lunchtime and after school, patting his shoulders, his head and his back with his heavy pawhands and smiling at him. There was something about the older wolf that made him slightly uncomfortable, particularly after he had had occasion to return to the classroom for a forgotten book and caught Chevar sitting in the seat that he, Karnath, had been occupying, leaned over with his mouth engulfing a very large, very red, very hard penis.

"Chevar is too kind, mother. He always says such things of me. I --"

"You're not going to say that you don't deserve his praise again, are you, Karnath?" His father spoke in a deep growl which instantly silenced the young wolf. "You are not suggesting that your tutors are misleading us?"

Karnath hurriedly shook his head. "No, father... just that... No matter how hard I find the lesson, and how long it takes me to do, Chevar always seems to praise me more... more than Feran, even." Feran, his younger brother by a few minutes, for whom the subject of history could have been invented.

"But you are my eldest son, Karnath," replied his father. "Remember what that means, to us and to you."

"One day you will lead the pack," continued his mother. "When your father dies or becomes incapable, one day you will lead us, protect us and guide us... you will be our Alpha, Karnath... and it is only understandable, only natural, that you will be the best at everything. It is your birthright, after all."

"Everything?"

"Everything." His father's voice carried an air of finality. "You are a wolf, the greatest and strongest of predators. You are my son, my eldest son, the nur -alpha of the pack... Where you will lead, others shall follow. Always remember that."

Karnath's mother looked up the table and smiled at her mate; and, though Karnath didn't see it, there was a predatory gleam in her eyes, knowledge that belied the words he spoke. "My mate, we should get ready. Marissa and her clan will be here later."

"Yes, indeed, we must prepare. Karnath, you are free until Marissa's clan arrives."

"Thank you, father. May I be excused?"

"You may."

With a start, Karnath realised that he had nodded off for a moment, his head lolling forward on the hand he had been leaning on while he read the paper. He had not been asleep long as the coffee was still steaming merrily, and it seemed that he had turned a page or two in his sleep: he could have sworn that he had turned back to the front pages. After shaking his head to clear it he leaned down and drained his bowl of coffee in a few greedy slurping gulps before getting the waitress's attention and gesturing that he would like more.

"Did you enjoy your breakfast, sir?" she asked, that same smile still curving her lips most prettily. Yes... definitely like Marissa , he thought. They have the same eyes .

"Yes, very much, thank you..." He peered at the left breast of her uniform, searching for a badge that wasn't there. Two small holes testified to its usual presence.

"Anna." Was that a quiet giggle? Her tail brushed his arm just a fraction as she poured coffee into his bowl.

"Anna. Yes, thank you, Anna, the breakfast was delicious."

"I'm glad you enjoyed it. We do try to give satisfaction to our customers..." With another wink and a smile she walked away from his table, taking the dirty dishes back to the kitchen. There was a definite arch to her tail this time; the sight of it made his sheath ache even more. Damn. I need to get out of here, get home, paw off -- oh, who'm I kidding? What I need is to _ fuck _ . He turned his head and stared out of the window. Golden sunlight poured down through broken cloud as it chased and fled across the upper air.

So why don't I?

... I don't know.

Coffee splashed across the table as he dove his muzzle into it in frustration and anger. It was still scalding hot and it hurt, burning its way into the fur around his whiskers and his chin, scorching over his tongue, around his fangs and down his throat into his belly. His nose was beneath the surface and he slurped quickly, urgently, trying to get it down, to free his muzzle from the deadly drink. And the more he drank, the more his throat and stomach hurt and bloated, but little by little his muzzle ceased to burn, though the tingling of his tormented nerves remained.

Anna was looking at him from across the room, eyebrows lifted in puzzlement and curiosity; he managed a wry, coffee-tinged smile. "Practising for a hazing." She laughed, nodded, and turned away and he looked down at his drink.

There he was again, but a dark, shadowy reflection of himself, flickering and shifting as minor vibrations transmitted themselves to the liquid. The image of himself was as unblinking as he was.

What is it you want? he asked himself.

A moment later the reply came. What is it you want?

I don't know.

And neither do I. Then, whipcrack fast and unbidden in the back of his mind, But finding out could be so much fun! Strange mental laughter flickered in his mind a moment before a heavy goods transporter rumbled past a short distance away and sent the coffee dancing in the bowl; his alter ego disappeared, and with it the laughter.

Karnath blinked several times and looked back down at the drink. That was... weird. Oh well; I must be more tired than I thought. He was about to lower his head to drink again when something stopped him and he peered down at the reflection in the bowl: it looked like it always had done, a ghost of him staring up at himself, and it seemed as predisposed against communication as ever.

"No more, thank you," he said and placed a paw gently over the top of the bowl when Anna came to refill it. "I don't think I could drink another drop without exploding. I'll just finish this, so if you could bring me the bill?..."

Anna nodded and gave him her prettiest smile. "Certainly... I hope everything was satisfactory?"

"Oh, absolutely... breakfast was delicious - and the service, too," he added on some roguish impulse.

Anna giggled, smothered it with a pawpress to her muzzle before smoothing an imaginary crease from the front of her uniform, swiping several times at the soft material, over her rounded bosom, down over the gracious curve of her belly and almost to her crotch. She turned away and caressed his hips and thigh quite deliberately with a curling rub of her tail as she walked back to the station. Her hips swayed invitingly with each silent step of her digitigrade hindpaws and her skirt rode up just enough for him to glimpse her panties. Dammit... She is pretty, and she obviously wants me... He closed his eyes for a moment and tried to imagine himself pushing her against a wall or over the arm of a chair, hoiking her up onto a kitchen counter or leaning her across an oak barrel, but all that he could conjure up was him gently nestling her under him in bed and slowly, tenderly taking his time in mating her, feeling her sex ease around him like a second sheath. More, as much as he tried to envisage himself lost in ravishment and feel his cock burn with lust as it used to do when he was younger and swell and burst from his sheath in a glorious display of lupine dominance and virility, all that he got was a worsening of that throbbing ache... and why, in his imagination, as he lay atop her and thrust between her folds, did that sweet feline face look so bored?...

His delicate hearing caught her giggle from across the room: with an inward groan he realised he'd been staring at her all during his reverie, and she'd noticed. Dammit. A quick lap at the remaining coffee in his bowl, a mental shake and he turned the pages of the newspaper to the crossword page, pulled a pen from a pants pocket and forced himself to focus on the grid.

He picked a clue at random. Twelve across: "Building a male's sexual readiness? (8)" No inspiration struck him, so he tried another. Eight down: "Trousers stuck on the head of a lass who inherited, and I wasn't there! (10)" He frowned down at the newspaper and tried to make his tired brain twist in such a way as to make sense of the clues, but it didn't seem to have the energy. The breakfast was helping, and the coffee he'd practically inhaled had chased away much of the bleariness, but the two could only do so much to dispel the effects of a sleepless night, that blurry muddiness and the niggling ache in his shoulders, the twinges in his right temple as though someone were trying to drill a hole in it.

He pushed his chair away from the table to give himself room to lean his seat backwards and stretch just before a wash of female pheremones announced Anna's arrival with the bill. He heard her set the plate on the table in front of him and opened his eyes. She was grinning at him, a playful grin full of mischievous good humour. "That would be an erection, then."

"Huh?!" Karnath nearly fell backwards off his chair to the floor. He made a slightly undignified sight as he scrabbled to maintain his balance for a moment before glancing down for a split second. He didn't think he was that hard, and he certainly didn't think he'd been dribbling enough precum to leave a wet spot in the front of his pants. "Uh... I'm sorry... what would?"

Anna grinned at him. "Twelve across. 'Erection'." The wolf looked down at the newspaper and then back at the lynx. He felt as though his ears were on fire, the blush colouring his entire face beneath the white fur.

"Uhm... thank you, Anna," he said, picked up his pen in trembling fingers and filled in the clue.

"Don't mention it. 'Stud'," she said, walking back over to her station. He gaped at her, jaw slack. This is a bit much, even if we are the only two in the place. A moment later she called over, "Twenty-three across." He looked down. Twenty-three across: "Hot guy found in cleaned-up house dirt. (4)"

He stared dumbly at the crossword for a long moment and then blinked, shook his head and reached into his pocket for his wallet for a note to leave to cover the bill. With the printed receipt there was a business card giving the diner's details, times of opening and such like, and he was about to put it back down when he felt the indentations of writing on it. He flipped it over and saw that Anna had written her name and phone number on the back of the card. When he looked up at her and smiled, he saw with some little satisfaction that she seemed to be blushing. He winked at her and her whiskers twitched in that peculiar feline way, and she smiled. Shame... I'd've liked to have done her. But I'm sure Jenna wouldn't approve. He drained his bowl of the last of his coffee, folded up the newspaper and left it on the table, then stood and walked out, tucking the card into his pocket absently.

The rain had stopped a little while ago and the sky was clearer than earlier although the wind was still sending grey-flecked clouds scudding across it. As he resumed his walk homewards he thought briefly about Anna, about returning to the coffee house and taking her there and then, about how liberating it would be to fuck her, right there, right then, lifting her skirt and easing her panties to one side, settling behind her and nudging her tail up with his lower belly as he crouched just enough to get his sheath between her legs, get his erecting cocktip up against her folds and shove , bury his cock into her warm, wet depths and just take her for his own pleasure, pound inside her until he came, until he flooded her with hot, potent wolf cum. The way he felt right now, he knew he could fuck her again and again, from behind, from in front with her breasts pressed up against him, with her atop him... too much would not be enough; he could fuck her until his dick dropped off and it still wouldn't be enough.

"Gods... I was so fucking horny last night. Reckon I must've fucked eight, tied three?... something like that." Criam's deep, slightly husky voice was a bit slurred, testament to the stack of bowls of beer by his side, on the edge of the hot tub.

"Yeah?" Feran grinned. "And what about Pasha? what's she got to say about it?"

"Pasha can go fuck herself. I'm a wolf, bro! a male wolf! Hell, we're all male wolves! It's our fur-given right to stick our cock into bitches! Right?"

There was a chorus of "Fuck, yeah!" and four bowls clanked together; beer sloshed over the rims and into the water in the hot tub. He heard himself join in the bawdy cheer, saw himself slurping down beer from the bowl and then wipe his snout with a manly swipe of one arm, his flews pulling up in a lupine grin.

"Yeah, it's definitely our fur-given right to fuck any bitch we want to fuck. Hey, Jer, d'jya get anywhere with that roo bitch last night that was all over ya?"

"Anywhere? Did I get anywhere? I got every -fuckin'-where, man!" Jeroqueth's brown eyes glittered sharply, contrasting with the grey and charcoal grey of his fur. His ears twitched and flicked. "I gotta tell you, if you ever get the chance to fuck a roo, fuck her... So long, and moist, and... oh Gods, she could squeeze a knot like nothing else."

"Yeah?" prompted Criam.

"Oh sweet Gods, yeah! You get on from behind and you start fuckin', you know, nice and slow?... easin' in and out and just gettin' warmed up, till your balls start to itch?" Karnath could feel his sheath swelling from the telling, imagined himself at stud behind the kangaroo, easing inside her, moving, mounting. "Just goin' at her nice and steady, and then, boom! her pussy's down on my cock and I can barely move until she lets go. And when she does, I fuck her some more and she just keeps doin' it again and again."

"Ya tie her?" This from Feran.

"Fuck yeah! I wasn't gonna let that kind of grip go by without sinkin' my swell. Must've be in, oh, an hour? hour-and-a-half?"

"Fuuuuuck..." he heard himself saying. "Tied up for an hour? Fuck, bro, that's long even for you."

Jeroqueth grinned and reached down under the surface of the water, cupping and fondling his sheath and balls: even by his family's standards, Jer was well-endowed and knew it only too well. "Well, if you've got it, use it... and I've got it. So I use it. I've had no complaints yet." He winked at the assembly of brothers and slurped on his beer.

"So hey, Karnath... you got yourself any tail lately?"

Shit... I thought I'd manage to keep out of it. "No..." My ears are on fire! "Not had the chance... too busy, y'know?"

All three of his brothers, younger by a range of minutes, were looking at him, wide grins on their face. "Aww, c'mon, Karth," whined Feran, "you can tell us... we're your brothers. We won't tell anyone you've been cheating on Rissa, honest."

No more they would... they're my brothers, and I could trust them... with my life.

... my life, but not the truth.

"Well... there was this one girl..." he began slowly, forcing his muzzle to spread into a lewd grin.

There was a loud cheer from his brothers, another toast and more spilled beer; Karnath leaned out of the tub, smacked a passing waitress on her rump and ordered another four bowls - each.

"Hang on, big bro - before you get started, I need to make myself comfortable. Need to let out a bit of recycled beer." Criam sloshingly pulled his broad, muscular frame from the pool. Water splattered everywhere, pooling on the timber surround and drooling through to the plants beneath. He stretched, fur sliding over his bulky form, tautening in all the right places. He was grey, like most of the family, with darker fur on his front and down the inside of his legs, but there was a splat of white on his crotch and across his eyes that had given rise to numerous lewd nickness within the group down the years. His tail wagging slowly, Criam ambled over to a nearby bush, spread his hindpaws slightly and began to piss a thick stream from the hole in the tip of his sheath. Clear beer urine arced up through the air to break and fall, raining back down onto the plant. And Karnath stared; he couldn't help himself. He angled his head just far enough so that it looked as though he were looking out over the Domain, overlooking the lands he would one day rule - but in truth he was looking at the stream of piss, and the swollen, thick sheath it was gushing from, those huge, strong paws that held it steady, those hips canted forwards in simple, straightforward arrogance.

I'm not gay, of course , he said to himself. Just remembering... it's okay to remember things. And I'm not gay... after all, I have Daria and Marissa... oh, my sweet Rissa...

Water vomited into the air in a splash as Criam jumped into the pool. "Okay, big bro... now I'm ready. Tell us about that bitch you haven't been fucking..." Karnath led the dirty laughter, slaked his thirst with some beer and began. "Well, you know the park with the bandstand, far side o' town?..."

Karnath laughed quietly at the memory. The park at the far side of town... Gods. It's been a long time since I've been there. Perhaps I should go there again, see what it's like... it used to be so pretty. I wonder if...? He glanced at his watch and grimaced. No, not today... I need to get home. Have a nap and then get on with work. Pain jabbed at his middle and he winced sharply, stopped in his steps by the suddenness of it. And I think I'm about to have a coffee escape...

After the momentary pain had passed off he looked around to relocate himself. Lost as he had been in his memory of that night at home with his litter-mates, he hadn't really been watching where he was going and had ended up somewhat off his usual route. He found he was in one of the older housing developments in the town, built to resemble the romantic ideal of a 'country village', with houses set back from the road, pretty gardens, quiet streets converging on a well-kempt green, a few small shops, services and a public house... He'd never been here before and he was surprised at how pleasant it was; even more surprised when he was cheerily hailed by an elderly bay mare who was cleaning her front windows; he smiled and nodded and carried on down the street, looking for landmarks.

A few hundred yards down the road he saw one, a block of flats that had been built only a short distance away from his own residence in one of the leafier, more expensive parts of town. He crossed the road, turned towards the flats and increased his pace in response to a further minor twinge in his middle. Gods... I shouldn't have drunk so much coffee; really, I shouldn't...

He had reached the end of the estate where the quiet residential road debouched onto a wide dual carriageway when another spasm hit him amidships. He growled as pain thudded like a fist in his midriff before receding, but not completely this time: the ache remained, pin-sharpnesses jabbing into his insides. He started out down the main road, taking long, quick strides as he hurried homewards, plotting his route and the time it would take to get home. Down to the roundabout, turn left, past the hospital, past the church, over the - owww! - over the bridge, right at the roundabout, left into the Grange grounds, up the hill... oh Gods, am I going to make it? His long strides were gathering up the ground in front of him, the wind helping by blowing him down the road towards the roundabout and cooling him a little, putting off for now the moment where his muzzle must necessarily part and his tongue loll for him to pant.

Here's the roundabout... no traffic so across we go... there. Not so far now. I can make it... I always make it. I can hold it... I can do anything I want... of course I can. I'm the nur -Alpha.

As if bidden, Gods-sent to remind him of his true frailty, his bladder stabbed at him again and he yelped from the sharpness of the pain, standing still for a moment while it passed. Oh Gods... have I...? He glanced down and sighed with relief before setting off again. No... but it was close. As he strode down the road he could feel the prickling in his cock suggesting that urine was dripping its way down the length of his member, teardrops of his need to relieve himself snivelling down his shaft; drop by drop, a water torture of need and putative public humiliation and shame. But I can hold it... I know I can hold it. See, there's the church... so, half a mile to the bridge, past that dive of a shopping centre... All I have to do is hold it... hold it... hollld iiiiit...

"Karnath? Will you come, please? Marissa and her clan are here."

"Yes, Mother."

The young wolf came down the stairs, smiling at the company. He knew he should have relieved himself before the meeting, that it would last for an hour by the old ornamental clock on the mantel-shelf over the fire, that he would be expected to stay in the room and play with Marissa for the entire hour while the two sets of parents exchanged conversational bagatelles. And he knew that, by the time the hour was over, he would be utterly desperate to relieve himself, to scamper from the room to the nearest oubliette, pull down his elegant trousers and pee and pee and pee... Oh, it feels so good... And it's only an hour...

Marissa was waiting for him when he entered the room; the two young wolves smiled, exchanged friendly nose-rubs and got down to some serious play. And Karnath's bladder swelled steadily inside him, growing, aching and stabbing at him more and more frequently, more and more painfully. After half an hour, he was in pain; another fifteen minutes and he was in quite serious anguish, clutching at his crotch when he thought - when he fervently prayed - that no-one was looking; ten minutes later he had already dribbled a little into his pants, staining the front of them with a spot about the size of the circle made by thumb and forefinger. And I bet Marissa saw... she looked at me and knew that I couldn't hold it, oh Gods... but I can hold it, I must hold it... I can do everything better than anyone else...

Five minutes later the clock chimed and Marissa's clan stood to leave. The formal ritual of departing took place, and moments later Karnath was running, flying almost, for the nearest toilet. Urine was already beginning to trickle from him, his bladder weakening like a crumbling dyke; one more door, slammed back on its hinges, no time to lock it because it's coming, oh Gods I can't get my zip down, oh no, I'm going to - I'm going to pee myself, I know I am - oh help - wait, there's my zip - I - I - I... ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh... Pleasure surged through the young wolf as he finally emptied his bladder, pleasure that he had experienced more than once before although the hour he had waited today was the longest test he had put himself through, the occasion the most formal... the risks almost impossibly high. But I did it!... I'm better than anyone else!... and oh, it feels so good...

A sharp stab of pain brought Karnath screeching back to reality and juddering to a halt in the road. Dampness flared from the tip of his sheath and insinuated its way into the fur of his groin. Gods - I'm only just past the bridge, I can't make it!... His ears tucked and he whined, doing his best to hurry on, a lone figure, an elegant white wolf striding through a lower-class district towards his home. Oh Gods... I wet myself... I have to hold it, just a little longer...

His bladder clenched again and he grunted with the effort required to keep it closed. The pains were coming closer and closer together and he knew that it was only a matter of a short time before he couldn't hold off the inevitable any more. Urine was dribbling more and more freely, coming in short, thin spurts down his semi-erect cock, trickling into the fur of his crotch. As he reached the entrance to the shopping centre he happened to glance down and see a small, but growing, damp patch. Oh shit... I can't hold it any more... I've got to go, now... He looked around and saw, across the largely empty car park around the shopping centre, a small squat building encircled by low-hanging trees, with two doors bearing symbols for male and female; as he watched, a young male leopard walked down the shallow embankment behind the blockhouse and out from the trees, glanced left and right and then walked quickly into the building. Was that... the kid from earlier? A jolt of pain and a light gush of urine made Karnath's mind up for him and he stepped from the pavement and hurried across the forecourt and into the toilet.

The reek of low-cost, high-intensity toilet cleaner hit his nose the moment he stepped in. He had expected the place to be squalid, reeking of stale urine and waste, with delapidated fittings and broken mirrors and graffiti scrawled across the walls, so he was quite surprised to find that it was clean and well-kept, and though the fittings were old they were still in respectable condition with just the odd chip in the china here and there. The lights were off, and daylight filtered in through the frosted window that looked out over the courtyard. Sniffing, he could smell only one scent other than his, that of the teenaged leopard who was standing at one of the end bays of the urinal already. It was made in an old style, with recessed bays and no screens between them. This is no time to worry about privacy , his mind prompted. Just get over there and do it.

He hurried over, glancing at the boy as he approached. It is the same kid... I recognise that jacket... and what's he doing? The teenager was standing at the toilet, holding his sheath as though urinating, flicking his sex up and down a little, playing with himself - or shaking off the last drop. And... he's really kinda cute. The throbbing pain in his middle faded for a moment, just long enough for the ache in his cock to come flooding back in a rush, endorphins coursing through his body as his sex erupted back out from his sheath, tingling against the inside of the zip as he drew it down and flopped out his semi-erect lupine cock. But right now... oh Gods, I have to pee... I have to pee, I have to - ohhh... oh Gods, yes! yes! YES! ohhh, yeeeeesssss... ohhhh -- _ peeeeeee... _ The familiar pleasure roared through his body, nearly orgasmic in its intensity; he arched his back into it and against it, braced to bear the rush of relief and the burning kiss of his urine flooding down his shaft out of him at last. A thick gold stream of wolfpiss splattered heavily up against the china and threatened to spray up the wall in its ferocity, reeking of his own scent and bearing the odours of the pork sausage and bacon he'd eaten earlier and the unmistakable, subtle subtext that the aromatic oils in good coffee always produce.

His flood seemed to last forever, streaming out of his swollen sex at a high rate even after the initial surge had passed, and he could have sworn to anyone who asked that he could feel his bladder dwindling, steadily shrinking back down to its more usual size. When the endorphin rush began to ebb a little and his vision to clear he looked down at himself in that particular, particularly male fashion and did his best not to grin. His shaft was swollen, true, standing perhaps half-tumescent, and it was more than respectably large; the blue veins pulsed gently in their setting of pink-red flesh mounted in a splurge of white groin-fur, and it felt good to hold it. It was sensitive, tingling, ready for a little attention. Perhaps I should call Anna after all... he thought as he watched his urine stream begin to settle back towards his hindpaws. He gave himself a soft shake to encourage the remainder to trickle out. Oooh... murrr. That feels good.

A soft chink caught his attention and he turned his head. He's still here... that's rather odd. The young leopard, it seemed, had unbuckled his belt and let the two sides of his fly hang open: his sheath and balls were fully on view and he was now quite openly stroking himself. Six slender inches of late adolescent feline penis pointed towards the urinal and a delicate black-spotted gold forepaw was moving steadily up and down. He must have sensed Karnath watching him: he looked up and smiled shyly, took the tiniest step backwards from the toilet and looked down at Karnath's own sex, then back up at his face for a moment. Caught unawares, Karnath returned the smile and gave his head just the slightest of nods, feigning well-mannered insouciance as best he could before returning his attention to his tingling cock: the last few drops of pee were dribbledraining from its pointed tip and it was growing rather large in his hand as he squeezed and shook it clean. Urf... oh, that feels so good... Better stop, though, before I get too hard to put it away... just one more stroke, though... theeere we go. Ohh... mmmm...

He slipped a thumb into the fly of his pants and removed his other hand from his swiftly-hardening shaft and was about to begin the delicate procedure of persuading a large, thick and sensitive wolf-shaft to be inveigled back into his trousers when he felt a hand, soft and small, slip around the base of his cock, squeeze gently, and begin to stroke him, swiftly, lightly, rubbing up and down, pinching the tip and fondling the base. Karnath's eyes flew open wide in shock; lust flared through his body, napalm desire scorching along his nervous system from his throbbing cock and burning out the reason in his brain. In the space of a heartbeat his cock went from fairly hard to utterly rigid, the veins popping out from the surface of his shaft, precum already jetting, splashing firmly and regularly against the china of the urinal and trickling down into the gutter. And still that hand kept rubbing, teasing up and down, masturbating him with swift strokes that were delicate and firm at the same time.

"Oh... oh Gods..." The words oozed from his muzzle unbidden as his jaw gaped and his tongue flopped forward to loll over his lower lip. "Oh... oh my Gods... feels so good ..."

"Shh..."

He started at the hiss that came quietly from below him and to his right side. He looked down to see where it had come from and saw the young leopard who had been standing at the urinal earlier, his right hand masturbating his own slender feline cock and his left paw on Karnath, wanking the wolf swiftly and urgently. As Karnath watched he slid his slender fingers down his lupine cock and rubbed the sheath gently from side to side, back and forth, over his swelling knot, before resuming the rapid movements of his paw on the pointed shaft. It was obvious that he was close to cumming: his blunt muzzle hung open, his eyes were partly closed and he was squatting slightly and thrusting against his paw. As Karnath watched the boy gasped softly, hunched firmly against his paw and gave a quiet, strangled mewl before shooting several long, thick streams of cum, almost invisible against the white china of the urinal. His paw paused for a moment on Karnath's shaft and squeezed spastically several times as his entire body twitched and flexed through orgasm. Then, with a grin at the wolf, he leaned around and put both pawhands on the long, thick lupine cock, and squeezed.

"Ohhhh..." Karnath growled. I shouldn't let him do this... Gods... I'm not gay, for fuck's sake! I like girls! I should tear his nuts off and stuff them up his candy ass! I should... oh, oh, ohhh, oohhhh _ Gooooooooods... _ The boy had squeezed his paws up and down Karnath's sex, pulled back his sheath to expose the knot in its glabrous entirety and closed his fist behind it, tugging firmly on the hidden shaft and clenching around the bulbus with one paw while increasing the pace of his strokes on the main length with the other. His cute, blunt face was split in a wide grin and his amber eyes gleamed in delight as he saw the effect his paws were having on the big wolf, whose hips were beginning to twitch and hump firmly and who was increasingly reliant on the urinal bays for support.

Oh Gods... oh Gods... so good!... so good! Squeeze me! Yes... oh Gods... my balls are on fire!... nnngh... fuck... nnnggh! I... I'm going to - ohmyGods, I'm - I'm... I'm - I'm I'm gonnagonnagonnaggonnnnnnaaaa --

"Shh! sssh, mister, sssh!"

-

gonnagonnagonnag'nnnnnaaaa, aah, aahhh, aaaaaahhhcccccc --

"C'c'c'c'c'c'ccccccuuuuummmmm!" The word trickled out from between his clenched fangs and he kept it as quiet as he could despite the urgent need to tip his head up, cone his snout and howl like the Devil himself. His shaft was on fire, a short, rapidly-burning, rabidly-yearning fuse of pure and utter lust that scorched down to the power-keg of his balls, which began to lift and pulse, driving long jets of thick wolf cum to splatter against the china. He wasn't thinking but acting on purest instinct as he reached down with one paw to cover the boy's hand that was behind the knot and clenched it tightly around himself, wringing his cock like a wet cloth. His blue eyes were shut firmly, stars spangling and lights flashing amid the blackness as energy flooded through his body, spreading outwards from his middle in a warm wave that flowed to the very tips of his fingers and beyond, seeping somehow even into every filament of his soft white fur.

The boy's eyes were wide, not as much from the discomfort of having his slender pawhand crushed inside the wolf's larger hand as from the sight of his massive cumming. There seemed to be no end to the semen jetting from his flared, pointed cocktip, his powerful hips twitching and humping against the air as he clutched desperately behind his knot. The more cream that jetted out of that pointed cock the more there seemed to be, spurt and spurt and spurt of it. He was about to glance over at the door in concern lest someone walk in and catch them when the wolf, who since the beginning of his orgasm had been more or less silent, gave a quiet groan of pleasure and opened his eyes; his release was diminishing now, reducing itself to light spits of post-cum.

Karnath's eyes were glazed; his brain was out to lunch, dinner, supper and every meal for the next month. He blinked several times in an attempt to clear his vision and looked across at the boy who was just slipping his hand from Karnath's cock, tucking himself back into his own tight trousers and grinning. He did up his zip and fastened his belt before retrieving his backpack from where it had been discarded at the far end of the urinal, nodded shortly just once and walked out on silent hindpaws, leaving the wolf alone in the toilet.

Little by little, sense and awareness crept back, errant schoolboys tiptoeing home and hoping their parents have not been telephoned by the Headmaster. Karnath's eyes focused and unglazed, he shook his head and shoulders, sending a tremolo of electricity down his spine and up into the base of his skull, and felt better. Why's my cock hard like that? he wondered of himself at the feeling of the pulling flap of a fully engorged wolf penis hanging from his sheath, knot almost fully swollen outside. And then he remembered: he'd gone to the toilet in the shopping mall, had pissed himself dry, and then... His heart sank but at the same time skipped a beat, delightedly, mambo-style; a curious shame tingled from his adrenal glands and yet excitement, too, tingling through his entire body, and his balls, had they had bodies of their own, would have lain back and purred. I just got wanked off by a random kid in a public toilet, he thought, disgust causing his lips and flews to lift. It's disgusting... it's almost rape... And then his balls purred again, satisfied and drained, and, although his cock was aching, it was a different kind of ache entirely from earlier, a contented, well-used ache, the kind that one gets after a good workout: the right kind of ache.

I just got wanked off by a random kid in a public toilet.

... oh Gods, it felt so good.

He could feel his blush sizzling up beneath his muzzlefur, feel his ears glowing bright red in embarrassment and shame; he could almost hear his parents' anger and displeasure at the thought that he, Karnath, the nur -Alpha of the pack, should be brought to this low state. "... and not even with a female! You permitted yourself to be - to be - to be pleasured by a male! some random lower-class scum off the city streets, at that! You _ disgust _ me, Karnath! And you bring shame and dishonour to the entire family." A whine crept from his muzzle and his ears tucked back tightly against his skull as his father's growl echoed in his imagination.

This can never happen again. It will never happen again, he promised himself as at last he was able to get his softening cock back into his trousers and do up the zip. I'm not gay... not gay at all. It was... I was caught by surprise - yes, caught by surprise, that's what it was .

As he left the toilet to hurry home and call Jenna, he caught a glimpse of himself in one of the old, tarnished mirrors. And he saw himself there, as he had earlier in the morning: a proud, handsome, white-furred wolf, one who would one day be the Alpha of his Clan and Pack, who would rule as his father and grandfather had ruled before him. He stood up a little straighter and grinned a cocky grin at the reflection, which grinned back. See? I'm not gay. And that's never going to happen again.

His reflection... just grinned.