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It was an old proverb that curiosity killed the cat. Well some proverbs were actually correct Rasha thought. On the way to the bus pick up area she had talked with some of her friends and it was decided. She and a group of her friends would follow Mal home. Everyone in school wanted to know about the fox but were mostly to afraid to try and find out after the lunch time altercation.

Rasha, Yvette, three of Yvette's friends, and two other of the random cats that hung around them would be stalking Mal to his home. They all knew it probably wasn't the smartest thing to do, but they were cats and curiosity was their downfall. As the crowds of the school students began to thin out the seven cats began their search for Mal. It didn't take all that long as finding him because he was on the outside of the crowd preparing for his jog home.

The fact that he was a jogger had been a bit of concern for the group, but they had only picked those who were in shape to follow him anyway, so they were hoping he wouldn't be a speed freak. Luckily for them most Canines and Vulpines are called constants for a reason in societies. They will hold a single pace almost indefinitely when running.

Mal put his backpack on and made his way out of the School's exit area and began to jog almost immediately. The cats followed shortly after and attempted to follow his pacing. Cats are known for have a very high speed but a low endurance. This style of running was both new and alien to the group. The most affected of the group were the two cheetahs, they kept getting the urge to run fast but were unable to because that would have both worn them out quickly as well as given away their position.

After only a half hour the group was beginning to notice the difference this style of running had. None of them were tired and, while they defiantly didn't feel right moving so slowly, they were able to easily keep the pace going and follow Mal without to much trouble. Over the next half hour the scenery began to change drastically. They left the high rise scenery of Hat's Corner and begun to make their way into the border area of the Cat's residential area.

After the hour of jogging they turned a corner only to find themselves staring at an empty street. Mal had disappeared from their sight for only a minute and now he was gone. As they looked around for him the reality of what they were doing set in. They had been chasing a fox for an hour into an unknown area to them. Unused to areas where the streets were not swept hourly and the plants kept groomed the group of cats suddenly found they were alone in an alien looking world.

As the group began to fidget and get nervous Rasha sighed and pulled out her cell phone. "Listen, don't panic, I will call my butler and have him drive down here to pick us up ok? There is no reason to panic ok?" Rolling her eyes she flipped open her phone and began dialing her home. Moving across the street the group headed for the park area and reluctantly sat down on the dirty benches. Within minutes Rasha clicked her phone shut and turned to the others.

"Ok in half an hour Mr. Ulu will come pick us up here ok? He isn't too happy but he knows where we are. Seems we are in the Union Park, the place they showed on TV a week ago? Just opened and is supposedly the mixing place for cats and other animals to all live together?"

Yvette wrinkled her muzzle, "This is the park?!"

There were other astonished outcries from the group as they looked around the filthy park with trash littering it. On TV the park had been pristine clean and well groomed. Now it looked just like a run down park no one cared about. While they were talking though a group of dogs began to walk down the park. The pack was all dressed in ragged clothes and wore spiked arm bands and collars.

Rasha and the rest of her group eyed the newcomers with a weary curiosity, one not quite returned in kind by the other group. The dogs all began to smile maliciously and walk towards the seven cats. The lead dog placed a hand on the bench and looked down at the cats.

"So what a bunch oh yah pretty pussies doin down here in the slums with us?"

Yvette flicked her hair back and imperiously told the dogs, "We decided to come visit the site of the Anthro race mixing home. We were under the impression that it had been kept well maintained. We were wrong so we are just heading home."

This was obviously the wrong thing to say as it got the entire group of dogs all began to laugh and circle the cats. Their leader stood up straight and barked out his laugh. "Oh I think you pussies should stay for a while and let us 'unkempt' dogs show you around. It sorta grows on you this place does. Or maybe it is the mold! Ahahaha." The entire pack found this hysterical and began to grab the cats, tugging them to their feet, and dragging them deeper into the park.

Yvette became slightly red faced, difficult for her considering her fur covered her cheeks and wasn't to thin. "Let us go or I will scream!" This seemed to amuse the dogs even more. One of the other dogs, a Pug, snickered. "Go right ahead pretty putty! Ain't no cops 'round here." He huffed as he breathed hard while trying to laugh at Yvette.

At this point everyone of the cats is beginning to freak out. Rasha feels her hair beginning to stand on end and notices all the other cats have the same problem. This doesn't escape the notice of the dogs either. "Look boss seems the kitties are gettin fatter!" This led to even more laughter from the group and now an indignant look on Yvette's face.

As they came near the park's center though the entire group stopped. The dogs were now looking around uneasily as they saw the person sitting at a bench in the middle of the park. Rasha, being the tallest of the cats, looked over the shoulder of one of the smaller dogs and gasped. Turning to whisper to the group she said, "It's Mal!"

This piece of news widened the eyes of the other cats and they all began to watch the dog gang. The leader stepped forward and growled at the fox.

"Mal...get out of the park. I thought we made it clear we didn't want to see you here after you betrayed the Pack..."

Mal just ignored him and turned the page in his current book. He didn't change his expression or even seem remotely worried. It was as if the entire world around him didn't exist. Frowning, the lead dog strode up to Mal and stood over him.

"I don't think you heard me traitor...you aren't allowed in this park anymore." He reached down to grab the book but never made it. Mal's hand struck out and grabbed the dog's wrist in a tight grip and seemed to be cutting off the flow of blood.

"I heard you Fido...I just don't give a shit what your flea infested ass thinks. This is a free area and I have just as much if not more right to do my reading here than you have to walk here."

With that he pushed Fido's wrist away from him and placed his book mark into the book and closed it before putting it into his backpack. Looking up he noticed the rest of the pack and the other cats without changing his expression. "Why do you have some of my schoolmates here anyway?"

A sly grin crossed Fido's muzzle as he yanked Rasha out and pulled her to his chest. "You gotten soft since you went to that stupid school Mal...this pussy here is my prey." He laughed and squeezed her shoulder, digging his stubby nails into her fur, while glaring at Mal.

Nodding Mal said "If she is fine with that then I guess I don't care. So long as none of the cats here are upset with your treatment I don't plan to do anything about it." With that he stood up and picked his bag up. "Oh and Fido...don't try to boss me around. Just because you are now the head of the pack doesn't mean you can try to boss around the old alpha."

Fido growled and dug his claws into Rasha's shoulder. "Same goes to you Mal...you don't run this pack anymore! You can't give orders to us."

At a distance Fido probably seemed completely in control, but up close where Rasha was he stank of fear. Hoping she wasn't about to make their situation worse, Rasha did something totally outside her normal self. She asked Mal for help.

"Mal...help please. We don't wan-" She was cut off by a fist to the side of her face knocking her out cold.

Fido was glaring at her now, "Shut up bitch! I didn't give you permission to talk!"

The last thing Fido saw, before a blinding pain caused him to close his eyes and whimper, was the fist smashing into his nose. Mal had dropped his bag and darted in to drive his fist straight into Fido's nose. His expression was still blank as he let some of the blood drip from his knuckles.

"I told you not to do anything stupid when I left the pack...this counts as stupid. I am sad to see how far the pack has fallen since I left it. You were always too ambitious...I should have made Jester into the new leader. He might have been a better Alpha and actually kept to my rules."

Fido didn't take well to any of this and growled to his pack, "Don't jut tand dere! He bwoke mah node! Kick id azz!" With that he stood up and charged at Mal. Hesitantly the others did the same.

Seeming to fight like a demon with no fear Mal easily stepped to the side of the punch thrown by Fido and brought his elbow down on the back of Fido's head. This caused the dog to smash face first into the bench and knock himself out. The second dog to come within range went to try a kick at Mal, only to have it caught and pushed upwards so that he flipped onto his back and knocked all the air from his lungs. Another dog tried to grapple with Mal by putting him in a bear hug from behind. This looked like it might work until Mal used the park's bench to launch them both backwards, putting a hand on the arms of the dog so that his elbow would be driven into the dog's ribs on the way down.

Seeing how easily Mal was taking care of the others the last four dogs spread out in a circle and began to charge towards him. Still with the blank expression on he rushed the dog in front of him and jumped at him with his knee up so it smashed into the dogs face. Mal did not play around when fighting and was extremely brutal when it came to defending himself.

Swinging around from the first dog he used his own momentum to knock himself to the ground and swing a foot around, tripping the next dog, and allowing himself to continue his rotation to come up with an uppercut to the last moving dog. The final dog had stopped charging and was now shaking. Looking at the last dog, a border collie, Mal began to move forward with his usual bland indifference. This was the last straw for the poor collie, screaming he ran away.

Looking around Mal noticed that the park was now deserted except for the downed dogs, all of which were nursing their wounds, and Rasha. Walking over he knelt down and gently took her face in his hands and tilted it to look at where Fido had punched her. Her fur was stained a deep red where her cheek bone was on the right side. His fist had split her skin when it made contact with her sharp cheek bones.

Sighing he stood up and looked around once more to see if he could find one of her friends. Unfortunately the cats weren't exactly street material and had scattered the second the dogs had gone after Mal. Frowning he looked down at the unconscious cat, he wasn't sure if he should take her to a hospital as that might get him arrested. He may live in what was supposed to be known as the mixing area for the Animal People, but he wasn't naïve. Prejudice and racism were still rampant and she was obviously a well groomed cat, meaning high class, while he was not.

Knowing he couldn't just leave her he sighed again and picked her up. Walking away from the scene of the fight Mal headed towards his home. At around five in the afternoon the streets were just beginning to get busy as students came home and people were coming home from work. Even knowing this Mal simply walked down the sidewalk towards the small house in the Forest section of the neighborhood. The Forest, as everyone called it, was a small forest of trees which helped recreate the feeling of living in the wild. It was also cheaper to live there as it required less work to maintain the area when nature was the theme.

Unlike most houses, in the area, Mal's was unique in a technological sort of way. Leaning forward Mal opened his right eye wide and stared into a scanner which read his retina and matched it to the database. After a short beeping sound, which came from the wall, the door opened. From the outside the house looked like a normal wooden structure shaped after a tree. But inside it was metal with carpeted floors.

Mal simply shook his head, the government had offered to pay for him to go to the school and even offered him protection in case things went sour, but this was a tad overkill. They had given him a safe house in the Forest, three stories of metal walls snuggled into the earth with one story above the ground and the very bottom floor a safe room modeled after a living area. Taking Rasha to the spare bedroom Mal lay her down on the bed before heading towards the bathroom to grab his first aid kit.

His bathroom was a medium sized room with a shower/tub, a toilet, sink, and wicker cabinet to hold towels and useful items. Above the sink was a tall and wide mirror with a mirror cabinet right next to it. Opening the mirror cabinet he pulled out some Hydrogen peroxide and cotton swabs. Turning around he opened the wicker cabinet to pull out the small white box with a red cross on it. He doubted he would need it but he preferred to be safe rather than sorry.

Using his tail to close the mirror cabinet at the same time he closed the wicker cabinet with his paw he grabbed everything once more and headed back to the spare bedroom. Rasha was still out cold, and had not moved since he lay her down. Pulling up a stool from the side of the room he sat down next to her still form and set the first aid kit, peroxide, and swabs on the bed next to her.

Taking her arm he placed two fingers over her wrist and waited, checking her pulse, for a sturdy beat. Satisfied with the presence of a strong pulse he put her arm back and tilted her head to the left so he could part her cheek fur and get a better look at the cut. It wasn't too bad and would quickly heal. Taking the bottle of Peroxide in his hands he opened the bottle and covered the entrance with the cotton swab. Quickly, flipping the bottle over to soak the top half of the cotton in the Peroxide, he prepared to clean out the split skin.

Dabbing at her cheek he begun to use the disinfectant to make sure she wouldn't get sick with anything. He didn't trust Fido to keep his hands clean even if he was in a sterile environment. As he worked to clean her fur and sterilize the cut he begun to smell something strange. Frowning he stopped his work and sniffed a few times but he couldn't figure out what it was.

Shaking his head Mal shrugged it off and gathered up his stuff and left the room to throw away the dirty cotton swabs and put everything back away. While he was away from the room, at the worst possible time, Rasha awoke. Feeling the dull ache in her jaw she remembered everything with a terrified start. Looking around she saw only one window and four silver walls with a metal door. Fear began to fill her mind and she quickly crawled off the bed and scooted under it to curl up with her back pressed against the wall. Luckily for her the floor was covered in a lush carpet that did not hurt her body as she was pressed into it by the bed.

Having finished disposing of the cotton swabs and replacing the medical materials Mal walked back into the room. He narrowed his eyes and looked around trying to find Rasha. She was no where in the room, that he could see, but the scent from earlier was still strong. Moving into the room further he let the door shut behind him and he began searching the room. A small square button on the side wall opened a door into a small walk in closet.

Looking around in there quickly reveals nothing has been disturbed. From under the bed Rasha watches in terror as two silver and black legs with clawed feet walk along the floor. After a few minutes the legs stopped in front of the bed and stepped back. Mal was now simply trying to find her via her scent trail. Noticing it was strongest still near the bed he got down to his knees and looked under the bed.

The second he moved his head down under the bed he was bombarded by the scent. Whatever it was, it made his head fuzzy and thoughts slow down. Seeing Rasha with her back to the wall he sighed in relief, and inadvertently took a large whiff of the scent. Shaking his head he stood up and backed away.

"You can come out now Rasha. I brought you to my home so I could clean you up after what happened in the park. I also don't think they will be bothering you again for a long time."

His voice was flat and neutral as always, not exactly the most comforting thing to hear. Moving out of the room he shook his head, still trying to clear it of the scent, and headed for the kitchen. She would come out or stay there as fast or as long as she needed. He really didn't care too much so long as she eventually got out of his house. Moving into the kitchen he began to search through his cupboards for anything to eat. He hadn't been shopping recently so all he really had was Ramen.

Getting a pot set up with some water in it to boil the noodles in he then moved to the fridge and pulled out some hot dogs, he still thought it was an ironic name, and beef jerky to cut up and throw in. He also grabbed a small spoonful of butter to throw in while mixing in a dash of red pepper, beef base, chives, and a touch of chili powder. For ten minutes he soaked the noodles in the broth he had mixed up, tossing in a pinch of pepper every so often for more flavor, as he also scrambled up some eggs to toss in when he was done.

At the fifteen minute mark he turned off the burner and added the eggs. Mixing the broth, noodles, and eggs well he then got down a bowl he was planning to use for his conglomerate of food. This would last him a few days if he rationed it well, but it seemed fate had something else in mind. Just as he was finishing up with his food Rasha slipped into the kitchen wrapped up in a blanket.

Looking at her with his normal bland expression, he quirked his lips a tiny bit. "You look like you are a rape survivor. Nothing happened to you."

She shook her head mutely and glared at him. He didn't know it but she was trapping the scent of her heat in the blanket. She sniffed hesitantly at the food he had prepared before her stomach growled loudly. She hadn't eaten anything since lunch and she was famished. The rather loud noise caused her to blush and him to arch an eyebrow.

"I assume you are hungry...Do you mind Ramen?"

Embarrassed she shook her head to signify that she didn't mind Ramen. With only a momentary hesitation he got down another bowl and scooped out some of the ramen into it for her as well as some into his own bowl. Pushing it gently over to her he pointed to a bar style stool and opened a drawer before hesitantly reaching into it.

Turning his head back towards her he asked, "Fork, spoon, or chopsticks?"

She shrugged and in a quiet voice said, "Um spoon will do fine."

Shrugging his indifference Mal reached further back and grabbed a spoon from the drawer. Placing the spoon in her Ramen he turned his attention back to his own food, using his chopsticks with precision he slowly consumed his noodles. She watched him with a tiny bit of fascination as he dexterously moved the chopsticks around to capture the noodles and bring them up to his muzzle. So much so that he stopped eating and looked at her before blandly stating the obvious.

"Are you going to eat or simply watch me eat?"

Now embarrassed she quickly dug into her food with a fervor that belayed her status as someone of high society. Snorting he continued to meticulously eat his food at a steady pace. When she finished her meal she placed the spoon back into the bowl and waited. After a few minutes of nothing happening she looked around confused and then asked, "Where is your butler?"

Looking at her with vague surprise he stated, "What butler are you speaking of? I couldn't possibly afford one."

Taken aback she eyed him with confusion. "How can you afford to go to the school if you don't have even enough money to hire a butler?!"

Shrugging he picked up her bowl and placed it in the sink before filling it with water. "State pays for my home, schooling, and transfer fees but I have to pay bills and buy food. With only a minor job working as muscle I don't have enough left over for such frivolous things like a personal butler."

Mulling this over she inadvertently lets the blanket slip a bit and leaking some of her heat scent out. Mal immediately picks up on the scent and looks around confused. His mind worked furiously as this was beginning to bug him. The scent was familiar yet alien at the same time and he couldn't place it. Tapping a claw on the counter he began to try and place it only to have the scent disappear. Looking over he noticed that Rasha was blushing now and had once more fully wrapped herself up in the blanket.

Mal narrowed his eyes at this, was she the one producing the scent? If so what could it be? At the same time Rasha was furiously berating herself for letting the blanket slip and allowing the scent of her heat to escape. It was actually a mandatory rule in schools that people who had heats were not allowed in during said time. This generally meant that about once a month a student would miss five to seven days of school in Felis High.

Mal couldn't figure out what the scent was for the life of him and he decided to let it go for now. Looking at Rasha, who was simply sitting still and blushing furiously, he waved a hand. "Don't you have some personal butler you can call?

Instantly she smiled and perked up, "Oh! Of course I totally forgot to call him again!"

Suddenly uneasy Mal looked at her with narrowed eyes, "Again? Please don't tell me you didn't already call him at the park telling him to pick up you and your friends..."

Looking confused she simply nodded at him as she searched for her cell phone. She frowned as she couldn't find it and then groaned. She had dropped it back in the park when the cretin dog had struck her! "Um Mal do you have a phone here? I need to call my parents, I kinda lost my phone back in the park.."

Simply groaning he walked over and turned on the TV. Ignoring her questioning tone when she asked him "What are you doing?" He simply flipped the channel to the News. Sure enough the thing he had feared would happen was on the TV. A Tortoiseshell female was standing in the park the two had just recently been in and was talking into a camera.

"We have unconfirmed reports of a possible gang kidnapping in Union Park. The suspected kidnap victim is none other than Rasha Valencia. Only daughter too the Valencia Empire at the age of eight-teen. Rasha's father is the leader of the Countries Self Defense Force. As of yet no ransom has been issued and a black light has been issued from her father as he deployed his personal bodyguards this afternoon. Some witnesses have come forward to testify they saw a male fox carrying someone who appeared to be Rasha down through the streets towards the Forest residential area. No one could get a clear identification on the suspected female due to the fact she seemed to have been knocked out."

The reporter droned on about other information relating to the supposed kidnapping as Mal turned to look at Rasha. Sighing he turned off the TV and tossed the remote down onto the couch. "Lovely...you're the daughter of a wealthy military man and I just made top most wanted. No good deed goes unpunished it seems. Call your parents please...I would rather they know the truth before I get shot for something I didn't do."

Now embarrassed for a whole different reason Rasha looked around in a panic for a phone. Noticing a wireless phone nestled onto a charging pad on the kitchen counter she rushed over and picked it up before simply staring at it. Ears dropping she turned around and mumbled something while staring at the floor. Feeling his frown deepen Mal said, "What was that?"

His hearing had picked it up but he didn't believe it. When she repeated it again in a small voice he simply stared at her unbelievingly. She had said, "I don't know any of the numbers to call my parents...I have them on speed dial."

Pinching the bridge of his snout he sighed and took the phone from her before dialing in a three number combination. Curiously she looked at him hoping he would explain which he did. "I am calling the police...Be ready to explain this off."

She heard a faint click and a female voice answering in a murmur. "Yes this is Subject 24 calling. Put me through to Mr. Valencia please, tell him I have his daughter a-" Immediately there was a click and now Mal simply growled at the phone. "Stupid fuzzbag wouldn't let me finish my sentence!"

Within seconds another click came over the phone followed by a familiar gruff voice yelling from the receiver. "You scumbag fox! What have you done with my daughter!." Holding the phone away from his ears he winced and rubbed his right ear to try and relieve some of the pain from someone screaming in it. As he held the phone away from himself Rasha heard more screaming from her father.

Mal was quickly beginning to feel both frustrated and angry since he had a cat on the end of the phone, a very angry one, who wouldn't let him try and talk. After a good minute of this he simply blew it.

"SHUT UP CAT AND LISTEN!" Rasha winced at that as normally this sort of comment was unheard of in modern society in the high ranking families. "I know you have traced this call and I don't give a flying fuck, I am trying to get your fucking daughter back to you!"

This was met with silence so he thrust the phone at Rasha violently. She recoiled slightly at first, this was the first time she had seen any real emotion on Malumunus. His fur was standing up along his back and his tail was completely puffed up sort of like a cats, a part of her brain mused. Taking the phone tenderly she tentatively spoke into the receiver, "Dad?"

Immediately she was met with a much quieter and gentler version of the voice that belonged to her father. "Are you ok sweetie? Has the Fox hurt you in any way?"

Shaking her head she said, "No dad he actually saved me from a gang of dogs! He took me back to his house and actually took care of my cheek where I was punched."

She could almost hear the frown in her dad's voice, "Was the gang composed entirely of dogs one of them, the current leader, known as Fido?"

Relieved that he seemed to be listening to her she almost sighed in relief, "Yes dad that's right!"

This was met with a long pause. "Honey...you realize he used to be the leader of this gang right?"

His information made her eyes widen as she stepped back further away from Mal. Now that she thought back on it everything made sense. Well what had happened before she was knocked out. Unbeknownst to her Mal had been listening the entire time. Looking at her with his normal calm and unreadable face he shrugged. "It is true, but I cut all ties with them when I was offered this chance. It was better than the alternative. "

Shaking her head and setting her face in a determined expression, she had no idea why she was doing that when her father couldn't see her, she said into the phone, "Dad I am fine. He isn't like them and he is a member of my school!"

By the stern tone that came over the phone she knew her dad was doing the same thing she was, maybe it was a genetic trait, "Baby it doesn't matter, I am going to get his information and then come pick you up and then take him in for questioning."

Narrowing her eyes she almost hissed. "Dennis Matri Valencia! I am an adult and you WILL treat me as one. I will come home when I damn well please and not at your beck and call!"

With that she pushed the END button on the phone and furiously began to pace back and forth. Mal simply arched an eyebrow at her and watched. After a good five minutes of wearing a path into his carpet she turned and threw her arms up in exasperation.

"Dad just doesn't get it! I am an adult now and I don't need to be treated as a child! If he DARES show his face here or even a single cop I swear to the Goddess I will take MYSELF hostage!" She was almost screaming as she ranted towards Malumunus.

Shrugging in a disinterested manner Mal turned and began to walk away. He really didn't care and would rather not get involved in some family feud. Seeing Mal walking away Rasha suddenly felt foolish and held up a hand towards him, "Um Mal? Do you maybe have a spare room I can use?"

Point down the hall as he reached it he said, "Same one I had you in earlier just use that one. Do whatever you want so long as it doesn't get me in trouble with the black suites again I don't care."

Turning to go down the opposite way he walked into his room and closed his door. Rasha sat down on the couch and pulled her knees up to her chest. Looking back she felt really foolish for staying. She hardly knew Mal at all, she was having her heat, and now her father was going to be furious. All the while she was thinking, a fuzzy feeling began to cover her mind. She hadn't realized it but she had put her nose under the blanket and in doing so submerged herself in her own heat.

By the time she figured out why she was feeling so strange it was too late. Jerking her face out from under the covers she looked outside once more to see time had passed rapidly. A haze covered her mind and all she could focus on was her own aching need. Standing up she dropped the blanket, now saturated in her scent, and began to move towards the hallway.

Looking down the hall she knew she should go left to her own room, but to the right there was a man. Normally she would have simply stridden back to her room, locked the door, and played with herself till she passed out. This time though she was too far gone and she turned right. Coming to the door she pressed it open slowly. He hadn't fully closed it and she was more than willing to take advantage of this. Slipping into the room with barely a sound she quickly found Mal. Sleeping upon a huge bed Mal was curled up amidst a large collection of pillows. Body pillows and regular pillows covered most of the bed's surface and seemed to form a malleable surface for Mal to shape as he desired.

Moving with the liquid grace only a cat possessed she stalked up to the bed and stared down at Malumunus. She was almost salivating at the sight of him, he was no longer completely dressed, and she drank in his form. Now that she had a chance to she finally noticed all of the details that made him so sexy. His flat chest was toned perfectly with muscle as his arms lay under a few of the pillows but that did not hide the well formed muscles that stretched across their length. His legs were also a well toned shape with thick calf and Bicep muscles along with the elongated feet that forced many Anthro's to walk on their toes. His tail trailed out from behind him and lay curled across his midriff which is what she wanted most. Frowning in annoyance she went to move his tail but gasped instead when his hand shot out and grabbed her wrist.

Mal's eyes were open and watching her when she looked up to see his face. "You are quiet but my hearing is superb."

Grinning impishly she leaned down and shifted so she was now on the bed. Tail swishing she knelt over him with her long shapely legs on either side of his waist. When she had leaned down she left little room between their muzzles and grinned at him. "And what fun would it be if you were asleep? I need you awake and participating in this."

Frowning up at her he simply stated, "You are in heat. That is what the scent I have been smelling was. You really should go back to your room. You know as well as I do you will only regret this later."

Throwing her head back she simply laughed. "I won't regret anything my little foxy." She placed a finger on his lips to forestall any further comments from him and grinned mischievously. "I am a big girl and I can make my own choices. For now I choose to let you satisfy my desires." With that she let her finger trail off his face before reaching down with both arms crossed to begin pulling her shirt off.

Quickly disposing of the unwanted garment she unhooked her bra and pouted a bit as she let her small breasts free of their confines. Looking down at him she said, "I know they aren't big but you will just have to deal with it." He almost chuckled at this comment. Her personality had changed immensely since her heat took over her senses. Rasha reached a conundrum when she tried to remove her pants. She couldn't take them off without getting off of Mal yet she had no inclination to get off him.

A sparkle lit her eyes as she figured out a way around her problem. Laying down on him, his chest moving her ever so slightly as he breathed, she reached back and grabbed her pants and panties all at once and pulled them backwards. In an amazing display of feline flexibility she bent in half backwards to get her pants off before throwing them to rest with her shirt and bra. Now fully naked her perky breasts ground into his chest and her naked slit rubbed against his sheath.

He had removed his tail from his midriff when she moved on top of him and now he used it to gently caress her lush ass and then up and down her spine before tangling with her tail. Arching her back she moaned as he stroked her in a way she had never felt. Taking advantage of her distraction he gently pulled her up and latched onto her breast. She didn't know it but he actually disliked the larger breasts, and her B cup was perfectly fine with him.

Gasping in pleasure she wrapped her arms around his head and pulled him closer. Her pupils were becoming slits as her desire mounted and her nipples quickly became fully erect. Twirling his tongue around her nipple he gently tugged on it at the same time he pulled back slowly, letting the suction cause her pleasure. Writhing in pleasure she squirmed against him, rubbing her slit over his sheath repeatedly as she moaned in desire.

Pulling off her breast with a light popping sound he looked up into her eyes with a hint of amusement. "Are you sure you want to continue with this? Being with me won't be an easy thing and you will most likely regret it."

Murring softly she leaned down and looked him in the eyes and grinned. "Shut up and make me feel good."

This was all he needed to let go of his rigid self control and give into the desire he felt from her scent. Growling he grabbed her by the waist and flipped her over so he was above her. His tail unwinding from hers he began to trail it up and down the inside of her legs while pinning her wrists down with his hands. Leaning in to kiss her passionately he laid claim to her body with that kiss. Hungrily she kissed him back and purred knowing she wanted more and that he would give her what she wanted.

Trailing kisses down her face, neck, collar bone, and over her breasts he continued to hold her still as his tail and lips teased her flesh. Panting now she whined and moaned as he tortured her with his slow conquest of her body. Releasing her wrists he pushed himself down further to trail kisses down her stomach and over her waist until he found his target. Once he reached her slit he took his tongue and slowly dragged it from the bottom of her slit up and over it, letting the flat smooth appendage slide into her as he lapped at her flower.

Arching her back she let out a delicate mewl while bringing her hands up to grope her breasts. Her eyes narrowed as she felt her insides tightening up as her climax approached. Now she knew what the teachers had meant when they said the dog people had dexterous tongues! She was almost to the point of climaxing when his tongue left her puffy slit. Hissing her displeasure she glared down at him. His face was still impassive except for a minor quirk of his lips. He was toying with her and enjoying it! Devious mutt!

Moving her strong leg muscles she wriggled her way down and held him onto the bed. Using her claws she quickly sliced open his pants, at which he arched an eyebrow, and then his underwear. His voice was slightly amused as he said "You could have simply asked me to remove them."

To which she purred in a sultry tone, "You seem to be taking to long to do anything so I thought I might help speed things up."

Shaking his head he watched as she pushed aside the ruined clothing and grinned at what she found. Bundled up in fur his loins held a heavy sack and a sheath. Rubbing the sheath with a soft hand she looked up at him with a devious grin before beginning to lick the tender flesh. Instantly it began to twitch and spasm as his red member slid out. She blinked when she ran her tongue over it and felt her eyes widen.

He wasn't huge, a good seven inches give or take, but he was at least an inch and a half thick. Admiring it she took it in her mouth in one dive. Mal's composure was broken for an instant as he started in shock at feeling his entire member engulfed in a hot moist embrace that sucked him even deeper. Looking up at him she smirked as she proceeded to take him to the back of her throat before she gagged and pulled back till she only had the tip of him in her mouth.

This was her first time, but she had seen and read many things of erotic nature. She knew she simply needed to get past that gag reflex and she would be fine. Narrowing her eyes in determination she dived back down before coming up gagging again. She repeated this process many times before eventually getting to the point where she could take him fully and not gag badly enough that she had to pull off.

This entire process amused Mal greatly and was rather pleasurable. She obviously wasn't a professional or even experienced, but she seemed determined. When she finally managed to get all of him into her mouth and keep it there he reached down to scratch her behind her ear. A thing many dog people and cat people loved dearly.

Her triumph was only enhanced when he began to scratch behind her ear in just the right spot. Feeling herself purr she quickly clamped down on his rod and let the vibrations run up his shaft as she moved herself back and forth. Once more she broke his composure as he looked down at her in surprise. She was full of surprises it seemed. She knew all about this trick, or had figured it out, very quickly and it was an experience that only the cat people could give.

She felt the throbbing in his member and felt a satisfaction. She could bring him pleasure too! She was surprised at first as something warm and slightly sweet leaked into her mouth. She realized with a sense of satisfaction that she was making him spurt pre-cum! Wanting to tease him as he had her she pulled herself off of his throbbing rod with a light pop and grinned up at him.

Sliding herself up in an amazing display of dexterity she knelt over him once more and tapped his steel hard rod. Her tone was a mixture of sultriness and purring as she asked him "Time for the main event now that we are both all ready right big boy?"

Nodding he felt his mouth quirk again in what passed for a smile from him. When she went to position herself over him he watched closely. As she moved to slowly impale her pussy on his shaft he stopped her. "I assume you are a virgin? If this is true, are you sure you want to lose your virginity to a fox?"

Pouting as he stopped her she tilted her head and let out a frustrated groan. "Then what would YOU have us do kill joy?"

Chuckling quietly he reached back and tapped her ass gently. "Here. It cannot make you pregnant and you won't lose your virginity."

Looking upwards at the ceiling she contemplated this idea. Looking back down at him after a few minutes she held up a finger with one claw, "One condition boy. Go slow and be careful...if I say stop then you WILL stop instantly. Got it?"

Snorting he looked her in the eyes and calmly stated, "Of course. I may not have approached you but I do have standards and morals."

Nodding her head she moved forward a bit more and then slowly began to sink herself onto his tapered length. Gasping she felt the molten hot spear penetrated her tightly puckered entrance. As she continued down his shaft slowly she felt herself filled completely. Her mouth hung open and her eyes were unfocused as she finally hilted herself on him.

His twitching shaft held her up as he looked at her with interest. She was taking it very well actually. With the mild lubrication from her saliva she had hilted easily enough, but she seemed unfocused on anything. In reality though she was focused entirely on her ass and what filled it. Every molten inch pulsated a pleasurable feeling into her depths as he throbbed against her walls.

Deciding she might need a little motivation he reached one hand up to cup her right breast so he could gently massage it with his hand while his thumb rubbed her nipple tenderly. His other hand moved down to gently rub over her clit and the hidden pleasure point beneath it. She gasped and jolted as if she had been shocked by electricity when she felt his hand on her pussy. The one on her breast had felt great but this was beyond words.

"What did you just do?!" She asked him.

Chuckling he said, "I stroked your urethra entrance and your clit. Both are very sensitive pleasure points for a female."

Blinking she stored this info away for later before returning to concentrating on the burning delight in her ass. It hurt a little bit but for the most part it was simply pleasure that she felt. As he continued to stroke and rub her she began to move her hips up and down. A slow and steady rhythm at first, but quickly it degraded into a faster pumping motion.

Her heat left no room for the soft and tender love making she had read about in her stories. All she had the patience for was the hot and heavy stuff in the movies. Leaning forward she locked her lips with his and thrust her semi rough tongue into his mouth as she rapidly slammed herself down to impale herself over and over on his rod. For a long time this continued, him kissing her, rubbing her pleasure points, and letting her ride him as hard as she needed, while she got closer and closer to her climax, passed it, and began again.

Unlike cats though, dog people could go for much longer. An inherent trait allowed them to have the same stamina as their feral ancestors. After her third climax she finally began to tire out and wonder if her vulpine lover would ever cum. When she slammed her hips down after her third climax she felt something new. A large bulge of hot flesh had formed at the base of his dick. Frowning she was about to ask him what it was when she felt him begin to thrust upward and the large flesh begin to spread her wide with each pump.

Her eyes widened in terror at first until she felt Mal placed a hand on her shoulder, having let go of her breast, and grinned at her. "Don't worry Rasha, this will hurt at first but it will get better."

Touched by the fact that he had actually spoken to her in a gentle voice, and used her name, she relaxed and nodded to him. Gritting her teeth she yowled as the lump finally stretched her, to widths she never imagined possible, and entered her body. Unable to take it out easily now he continued to pump her but he did this in short motions for a few moments before cumming into her tight ass. Feeling the lump slide in, and shortly after the hot ropes of his seed spraying into her, she was pushed over the edge once more for a final climax unlike any she had before.

Feeling full and tired Rasha looked down with a smile at Mal and tried to move off of him. He gently pushed her back down and shook his head. "Won't work. I am knotted to you right now. That large lump of flesh is my knot and it would be painful for you and possibly me if we tried to separate."

Nodding she closed her eyes and lay back down on him and let sleep overtake her. Smiling slightly he stroked her hair gently and pulled the blankets up and over them both as he let sleep take him as well. Tomorrow would be...interesting. But for now...well he would just enjoy what was here for now.