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Selene Hammond stubbornly ignored the geometry homework laid out in front of her as she stared out the window and into the neighbors' backyard. Her homework had been suffering a little the last three days. On Sunday, Hikaru Kamura had started chopping wood for the winter. Hikaru was exactly one month older than her, and their families had lived in adjacent houses since before she'd been born. Hikaru had been her first friend. They had explored the woods together and played ball in the street. When they were both six, she'd convinced him to wear a dress for her and come to tea parties a few times. In return, he'd taught her how to climb trees. She wasn't very good at that last bit. She'd broken her left arm four times between ages six and ten, and her left shoulder once. Hikaru was always the first name Sharpied into the plaster. Last year, all of that had changed. When she had been in kindergarten, her parents had put her on a waitlist for academic admission to Griffin Heights Academy. A year after the initial assessment and waitlisting, the family had forgotten all about it. Selene was perfectly happy attending public school, where people didn't care what 'label' you were wearing or how large your trust fund was. She didn't even know what a trust fund was. After graduating eighth grade with Hikaru by her side, she had been excited at the prospect of attending A.C. Clarke High with him there to help her through the maelstrom of high school life. Then her name had finally come up on the waitlist. She had taken another battery of assessments that summer, and had started ninth grade at GHA on a full ride scholarship. Now she was nearly halfway through her sophomore year. She and Hikaru had barely spoken since she'd started attending the Academy. She missed him so keenly that it physically hurt. She stared out her window and sighed, wishing she had the nerve to go outside and talk to him. Or apologize to him? She couldn't think of what she'd done that might have caused this rift. She just wanted her big Woof to be by her side again. She stared out the window at him. He pulled off his shirt and draped it over the rail of his back porch before walking toward a battered old stump and a stack of unsplit logs. Growing up, she and Hikaru had always been just about the same height. At some point during the last year and a half, he had grown and apparently, she had not. He was practically a foot taller than her now, and leanly muscled. She was staring because she missed him, she told herself again. She'd told herself that a hundred times in the last three days. And she did miss him, terribly. The muscles in his arm rippled as he gripped the shaft of his axe and pried it out of the stump. The warmth she felt seeing him flex like that had nothing to do with missing him, some part of her mind insisted. She blushed, stifling that part so that she could stare in peace. Hikaru gripped the axe with his other hand, raising it over his head. "Selene!" Her brother burst through her door, making her yelp in surprise. "Mom just talked to the Kamuras! We're going camping with them this weekend!" "Camping?" she said, making a face. "I have a paper on Nikola Tesla due Monday, and a history test to study for!" "Oh, c'mon, sis, it'll be fun! Besides, you were begging Mom for a family camping trip with them this summer! Mr. Kamura says this'll be the last weekend before the river starts to freeze." "Yeah. Freeze. FREEZE! Who in their right mind wants to go camping when the word "freeze" is mentioned in the same breath?" In response, Randy merely stuck his tongue out at her. "Mom says get packed tonight. We're not stopping at home after we pick you up at your snooty school clear across town tomorrow." "Oh, you mean the snooty school that kicked your precious football team's ass last week?" "Hey!" "Get out already!" she said, balling up a piece of paper to throw at him. It bounced off the door as he closed it. Maybe she ought to go back to locking her door, she thought. She looked back out the window. Only a few logs had been split, but the axe was wedged back in the stump again and Hikaru was nowhere in sight. Probably packing for the camping trip, she decided. Well, at least he'll be there! She frowned to herself. She was going to have to confront him, she decided. She wanted her Woof back.

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Selene looked up from her book on Tesla as she heard their car turn onto a gravel road. Finally! It'd been over an hour since they'd left the school. They were in the hills far to the west of the city now. Somewhere along the way, they'd left the vista of bare trees behind and plunged fully into an evergreen forest. Selene stared all around as their old sedan lurched and complained about the road. She could barely catch glimpses of the Apple River between the pine trunks. Her dad slowed the car to a stop alongside the Kamuras' SUV, but the wolf family was nowhere in sight. The four rabbits piled out of their car. Her dad wandered into the tree line as the three of them started unloading. Selene shouldered her pack with a sigh, wishing she had decided to blow off her homework like her brother suggested. Her books seemed to weigh twice as much as her sleeping roll. Dad reappeared from the forest. "Found the trail. C'mon gang!" He shouldered his own pack, complete with tent and a camp stove, and lead the way into the jungle. Selene's feet ached by the time she could hear the river. She didn't have any footwear that could even remotely be called camping gear, so she'd decided on Uggs, since they at least resembled boots. Now her feet were screaming in protest and it seemed like she could feel every stray rock the forest had to offer. Finally, the trees gave way and the Hammonds stumbled collectively into the clearing the Kamuras had chosen for their camping adventure. "Ben! Alice! You made it! Sorry for the hike down, but we thought the view was worth it." Ren Kamura strode over to embrace her dad as Janet Kamura moved to help her mom with the bags. Selene dropped her own bag as she stared out over the vista the Kamuras had chosen. Their clearing was a soft expanse of grass and moss, big enough for both families to set up comfortably. It butted into a rock shelf that stood over the river. The massive evergreen forest rose on the other side of the swift water, pristine and majestic. "Beautiful," she murmured, to no one in particular. "Look who's talking," said a voice at her shoulder. She yelped and twirled. "Woof!" She squealed. She blushed a little. She hadn't called him that in years, even though she always called him that in her head. It had been her nickname for him since they had been two. They'd gotten into a brief fight about it in fifth grade though, and she'd stopped using it. At the time, he'd insisted it was too juvenile. "Buns!" he replied with his own nickname for her. He laughed, smiled, and hugged her, even twirling her around in his arms once, like not a day had passed since they'd last hiked in the woods together. "How's private school treating the neighborhood genius?" She rolled her eyes. "It's good, I guess. The classes aren't as hard as I expected, and fitting in is harder." Hikaru draped his arm around her shoulder. "Well, don't be too hard on them. The rich girls can't all be pretty little Stephanie Hawkings like you." She blushed, her ears drooping instinctively to cover her cheeks. "I'm not that smart." Hikaru waved his free hand. "False modesty! I don't want to hear it! Come on, I'll teach you something that I'd bet not a single student in that fancy academy of yours has mastered. Fishing!" He strode over to where they had set up their gear. He walked so confidently. Before she'd gotten the scholarship to Griffin Heights, he'd been a gangly boy, all awkwardness and elbows. Now he moved with the surety of a man. She stared after him. His attitude was baffling. A year and a half of stony silence, and now he was laughing as if those days apart had never happened. And he was flattering her too, bordering on outright flirting. It made her blush, but more than that, it made her confused. He turned, smiled, and beckoned for her. "Can I, dad?" "Go on," he said with a shooing motion. "Learning survival skills is what camping is all about! And from what Ren has told me, you've got something of an expert to learn from! Don't go far, though. The sun'll be setting soon." "Yeah, and if you actually catch a fish, that's way more help than you'd be trying to pitch a tent!" "Oh shut up, Randy! The only tent you've pitched was while watching Game of Thrones!" She stuck her tongue out at her brother, then scampered off after Hikaru before he could reply. The wolf was waiting for her, rods and tackle box in hand. She fell in step beside him as he turned downriver. "We'll put a little distance between us and the camp. The noise is probably scaring the fish off. I've missed you, Buns." The way he segued right into that caught her off guard. She stared at him, ears drooping as she blushed a little. She wanted to scream at him, to ask him why he never spoke to her, or any of a dozen possible questions. But, mostly her mind was focused on that he had missed her. It made her feel warm all over, and the angry questions faded into the background. "I've missed you, too, Hikaru," she said, staring out over the river as they walked. "Some days, I wish it was like when we were little." He nodded, but fell silent, She looked up at him curiously, but his face was inscrutable. When had her Woof turned so manly and mysterious? "I don't," he said finally. "My dad has taught me so much the last few years. I feel like I'm finally becoming what I am supposed to be. Nostalgia is nice, but I don't think I'd like to relive those years I spent tripping over my own feet." "Well, that's nice. For you," she said, more bitterly than she'd meant to. He stopped then and turned toward her. He grinned slowly. "Oh? You'd trade the intelligent, pretty woman who lives next to me for tea parties and a perpetually broken left arm?" "The girl who broke her arm and held tea parties had a Woof who actually talked to her once in awhile," she said, her hurt and bitterness bubbling out of her, unbidden. Why was she talking like this? Why was she accusing him? She wanted to beg him to spend time with her again, and instead she was pushing him away. He stared at her. Her ears drooped. She realized her chest was heaving a little; she was worked up, angry. More angry at herself than at him, but still angry. "You're snapping at me? You ran off to your little private school with your rich, little private school friends and never spoke to me again! I didn't want to offend her Royal Highness of the neighborhood by deigning to speak in her presence!" It was her turn to stare now. Her lower lip trembled and she felt tears prick at the corner of her eyes. Is that what he thought of her? As some little carbon copy of the stuck up bitches whose daddies had a wing of the school named after them? She turned away from him, ashamed, as those threatened tears spilled out over her cheeks. Hikaru stood behind her, quiet, She wanted to look at him, to know what he was thinking. Really, what she wanted was to turn and run into his arms and cry, even though it was his fault she was crying. He had pinned this rift between them on her. For a year and a half, she had thought it was him. They lived thirty feet from one another, but it hadn't occurred to either one of them to cross the fence and just ask the other what was wrong. Nothing was wrong. It was a stupid misunderstanding. She could still fix this. She had to. "Hikaru, I--" she turned to face him, took a step forward, then yelped in pain. Her awful boot slipped on the slick stone of the riverbank. The world seemed to lurch to the side as the misstep plunged her leg into the water. She gasped as she felt the river's icy fingers embrace her leg, but she couldn't find any breath. It was so cold! Then the world went dark as she fell in the water and it closed over her head. Her body felt tight, sluggish, as the river seeped into her bones faster than she could have imagined. Her jacket waterlogged in moments, trying to drag her deeper. She fought her way out of it and kicked her way back to the surface, trying to cry out for help, but only managing a strangled scream. The river pulled at her. The shore already looked unfamiliar, and she didn't see Hikaru anywhere. How fast was the current? How long had she been under the surface? The river seemed tranquil from the shore but she knew how deceiving that could be. Had it already swept her out of sight of Hikaru's fishing spot? Something wrapped itself around her torso and she twisted herself against it and screamed. It tightened, and then she felt something press against her back. "I've got you, Buns," Hikaru seemed to whisper, though he actually had to yell to be heard over the river. "Relax. I have you." She panicked a second longer but then forced her instincts to take a back seat. She stopped kicking and followed his instructions, forcing her body to relax. She felt Hikaru shift his grip. He grabbed her under both arms with one of his arms, leaving the other free to do a half stroke swim. The river seemed to rush around Hikaru as if he were an immovable stone, but she knew every second took them further and further from camp. He dragged her toward the shore and deftly snagged a tangle of roots before they could be swept past it. It took all her willpower to convince her legs to start working again to help Hikaru drag her up onto dry land. She curled up on the shore, teeth rattling in her skull as she hugged her knees to her chest. She couldn't believe Hikaru managed to stay standing. "Get up, Buns. Your clothes. Get your shirt and pants off. We have to move quickly or the night will freeze us." "Th-th-there's that word again. 'Freeze.'" She rolled to sit up, her whole body shaking. Shaking is a good thing, she remembered vaguely. I can still move and speak. Have to get dry. Hikaru is right. Modesty didn't even occur to her as she pulled her shirt over her head. Hikaru was there, taking her clothes from her. He grabbed her shoulder and picked her up to her feet. Her toes curled into the soil. The river had saved her from those damn boots. And she could still feel her toes. Win-win. Her brain seemed to move sluggishly, as it took her several moments of contemplating the feel of the dirt under her toes before she realized that she and HIkaru were standing face to face, wearing nothing more than a pair of panties and some boxer briefs. Huh. Boxer briefs--she'd always wondered. Where was her bra? The question occurred to her as Hikaru was talking. Right. Who wore a bra camping? It was at home. She shook her head, trying to calm her shivering and her rattling teeth and focus on the boy in front of her who was trying to ensure their survival. ". . .wood?" "Huh?" "Do you think you can gather some wood? Move around. Stay active. Try to dry your fur. You collect wood for a fire and I'll put together a shetler." "Wood? Why don't you just chop some? You could chop us some wood, shirtless boy." Hikaru grabbed her shoulders and shook her lightly. "Buns! Focus! We need fire and shelter. You need to move around and get your blood pumping. Gather us some wood!" She blushed. What was wrong with her? Hypothermia, answered a stony, academic portion of her brain. Do what he says. Wood.

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It was fully dark when she had a big enough pile to last them through the night. Hikaru had sent her back into the tree line seven times before he was satisfied. She just wanted to lay on the ground and curl up and shiver, but he wouldn't let her. Back to the woods. More big logs. More little logs. More small tender. She hugged her arms around herself. She could finally think straight and her fur had dried. The immediate risk of severe hypothermia had passed, but the temperature was still dropping. She wanted to tell Hikaru she was done, wanted to finally be still, but she knew that her body was working against her. She had to outthink it. She focused on what else they would need. Picking her way through the moonlight, she went back to the huge felled log she'd broken several small branches off of for the fire. It took all her effort, but she dragged it back to the wood pile for them to sit on. Then she carefully scoured the shore and found enough rocks to surround their fire. She was standing with her arms crossed, wishing she could light the fire on her own, when Hikaru finally came to her side. "Wow," he said, and the feeling of his approval felt warmer than her physical exertion had. "Thanks. It was hard to get the log over here, but I thought a little comfort would be nice." "No, I meant your breasts." She gasped and laughed, slapping him hard on the shoulder. "Woof!" He grinned at her and knelt by the fire. She moved to their clothes, stretching them out on low hanging branches to dry near the fire. They were still soaking wet and icy to the touch. She hoped they would dry before they froze. "What about our parents? They'll be worried sick. They've probably called the forest service by now." Hikaru leaned forward, blowing on glowing embers. He pointed to a small device she hadn't noticed hanging from his boxers. "It's a rescue device. Set off an alert as soon as it was submerged in the river. I was able to change the signal to 'Lost - Non-Emergency' after I knew you wouldn't freeze to death. They know we got dunked in the river and they have our coordinates to find us in the morning. It's safer for them and us to stay put through the night." "How far did we go?" she asked, sitting on the log to watch the fire struggle for life. She shivered, clutching her arms around her chest and willing the flames to climb higher. "Several miles. You went a long way before I was able to catch up with you." He came and sat by her, wrapping her in his arm. Between the firmness of his muscles and the chill of his body, he felt like a furred pillar of marble. She turned into his body, pressing as close as she could. He held her tightly. "I think I passed out for a little while, after I first fell in." "You certainly weren't passed out when I found you. Bunny kicks hurt." "Thanks for saving my life," she said, suddenly, sincerely. "I'm sorry for making you so upset you decided to throw yourself in the river." She lowered her eyes, looking away from him as she felt the tears threaten again. Silence loomed over the two of them for several minutes, filled only with the coursing of the river and the angry crackle of the growing fire. "That's not what happened," she said finally, her voice barely audible as a log cracked, then hissed steam. Hikaru's arm tightened around her. She looked up at him. He looked hurt, but was smiling. "I know, that was my clumsy way of trying to actually say I'm sorry. I knew I was wrong--had been wrong for over a year--when I saw the look on your face. I didn't mean to hurt you, I just. . .I was really hurt. I felt like you'd abandoned me, right when I needed you most." Selene let out a bitter laugh and sniffed. Despite herself, she'd started crying. "I'm pretty familiar with how that feels," she said ruefully. Hikaru laughed bitterly with her and squeezed her against his side. "So we put each other through a year and a half of misery because we were both too stubborn to be the first one to talk." She laughed too and he squeezed her tighter. She turned her face up to his. Her tears had stopped flowing, though they still glistened in the fire light. "I'm sorry," she said quietly. "Me too," he whispered back. Then he closed his eyes. He leaned in closer. He's going to kiss me, she thought in a panic. She was suddenly aware that she was sitting in nothing but her panties, her nipples pink in the firelight and stiff from the cold, and her nearly nude body was pressed against the boy she had known practically from birth, who was in nothing but a pair of supportive boxers. He's going to kiss me, a stubborn part of her brain reminded her urgently. So? she thought in reply. I'm going to kiss him back. She closed her eyes, tilting her muzzle up a little to accept his kiss. His lips were tentative at first, as were hers. She trembled in the crook of his arm and in response, he wrapped the other around her, surrounding her with them, holding her close against his chest. She was kissing Hikaru Kamura; she was kissing her Woof. It was a ridiculous thought. It made her want to laugh. It also made her body warm in the deepest parts of her. Hikaru was like a brother to her. Hikaru was a better brother to her than Randy. Hikaru was also the shirtless wolf who'd been distracting her from homework every day that week. The young man whose chest she had stared at without knowing why. The reason she'd stuffed a pair of panties deep inside her closet each day that week, confused and embarrassed by the wetness of their crotches. She wanted to laugh or cry or stop. No, not stop, she realized as Hikaru's tongue tentatively probed her lips, then slid past them as her muzzle opened a little wider. Her body and her mind were suddenly in agreement. She wanted a lot of things, but for Woof to stop was definitely not one of them. His hands were sliding down. He's going to grab my ass, she realized. He's going to be the first boy to grab my ass. I hope he's the first boy to do a lot more than that. She broke the kiss, the thought striking her so hard she had to gasp. "What?" Hikaru asked nervously, his hands stopping cold at her mid-back. She grinned shyly, her ears drooping over her blushing cheeks. "Nothing," she said, panting softly. Then, "Don't stop." He blushed, but leaned down to kiss her again. She moaned around his tongue as it moved back inside her mouth. His hands hesitated a little longer, then they moved again, sliding down, cupping her little butt. Her tail arched and wiggled back and forth excitedly. She could feel the timidity in his touch, so she pushed back gently, filling his paws with her tush encouragingly as she sucked on his tongue. He made a soft, primal growl in his throat that sent a thrill down her spine, then he gripped her butt more firmly, which sent a thrill other places. Being in season, she could feel her body responding to his touch. Alone in the woods, with zero chance of being caught, she finally had to admit her desire to herself. Her Woof inhaled through his nose and she felt his body react to the scent, felt him tense against her, tighten his grip on her backside. He pulled his tongue out of her suckling muzzle but kept his hands on her butt. She looked up at him, eyes wide, body squirming on top of the log, her scent as strong in the air as the wood smoke from their fire. "Do you. . ." he started, nervous. "Yes," she replied in a hurried whisper. "Are you sure, Buns?" The way he used her juvenile nickname aroused her even more. It felt intimate, it felt right. The logical culmination of so many years together. Hikaru knew her better than any other boy could hope to. And cared for her more, too. Who else, if not him? She belonged to him, and him to her, and it made sense that they should go further. He moved then, holding her by her backside. His body moved off the log and onto the forest floor, his head toward the fire. His hands moved her easily. He was so strong! He placed her straddling his belly, and she could feel the nudge of his stiff cock against her butt cheeks as he settled her there. She blushed. She'd never seen a boy's penis before, and now one was nestled just under her tail. She bit her lower lip as she looked down at him. The fire warmed her front, but her small nipples remained stiff. He was staring at her breasts, his hands squeezing her ass slowly as if unwilling to wander anywhere else. The slow kneading of his fingers made the flesh of her butt brush constantly against the head of his penis through her thin cotton panties. Their eyes met and she blushed, her ears drooping again. "When did you get so sexy, Buns?" he asked softly. "Around the time you got so. . .muscley," she said, blushing but giggling, running both her hands over his abs. Then she added, "We should probably, um, take off our. . ." She watched as he realized he'd moved into 'position' without removing their clothes. Then, he looked down at her crotch. It felt warmer when he looked there, as though she could feel his gaze. Her nostrils flared and she squirmed on his waist, blushing as she realized the movement pressed the fragrant liquid of her arousal into his fur, like she was marking him. They both moved awkwardly against each other, fumbling with their undergarments until they were finally nude in the same position. "Okay," he said nervously, and she nodded, just as nervous but also tense with anticipation. He moved his hands, one returning to her backside. This time his fingers curled against her flesh, squeezing it and pulling one cheek apart from the other. She shivered as she felt the cool night's air brush against her tailhole and her young lips. He gripped his shaft with his other hand. Selene still hadn't seen it, but now she felt the tip against her fur as he moved to angle it slightly. "M-move back," he suggested softly, and she did, sliding back and shivering as it caused his fur to drag across her sensitive, downy-furred lips. After she moved back, he angled his penis again and she gasped as she felt the head press firmly between the spread cheeks of her butt. Something warm and wet was on the tip of his shaft, and as he pressed against her, she could feel it dribble down her flesh and over her lips. He fumbled for a moment, his cock moving from between the base of her tail down to the furthest part of her labia. She realized that he didn't know exactly what he was looking for and felt a flood of relief. He was just as inexperienced as she was. Then the head of his penis found the slight divet of her anus and he stopped, pressing against it. She squeaked with alarm and lifted up on her knees slightly, wincing. "Not there?" he asked sheepishly, looking hopelessly worried and confused. She giggled, blushing darkly, and shook her head. She leaned down and kissed him brief and hard. She could feel his member twitch against her inner thigh as she did. Then she sat up on her knees again. "Here," she said tentatively. "I think if I. . ." She sat up on her knees so that she was above his boyhood instead of in front of it. Then she lifted one leg higher. She blushed again as she heard his intake of breath, this new position giving him his first good look at her little pussy. And as she looked down, she saw his cock for the first time, just inches below. She stared. Was it supposed to be so big? She felt tiny kneeling above it like she was. As she watched, it twitched again and white fluid bubbled at the very tip before enough of it gathered and dribbled down the side. Precum, said the academic side of her brain, linking the sight underneath her to her health class. She reached down and grabbed his shaft gently. It felt so hot in her fingers, and she felt it twitch again. The white precum dribbled over her knuckles. Were all boys so messy, or just her Woof? The sticky fluid made much more of a mess than she had gathered from the health textbook. How much of a mess would it be when he orgasmed? She reached down with her other hand, fingers brushing across her labia. She was surprised to find them so wet. As she touched herself with her fingertips, she felt her own moisture dribble down her inner thigh. She was making just as much of a mess. She pressed two fingers against her labia and spread them, exposing her tiny hooded clitoris and virginal passage. His head craned forward to watch, and Selene found herself hunched over, neck stretched to watch, too. His hands were gently stroking up and down the outside of her thighs, his eagerness written in every motion of his body. She also noticed he was breathing through his nose, drinking deeply the scent of her season. She lowered her hips. The tip of his prick nudged her tiny hole. They both gasped. Then she bit her lower lip, a little worried. This was the part that, in all the books she read, textbook or fiction, was supposed to hurt and even bleed. She took a deep breath and thrust down in a single motion. She sank down on his shaft and he pierced her. She held her breath. She felt a twinge, a tightening and taut release in her belly, like a guitar string breaking, and then it was over. Her body flooded with incredible warmth. She could feel his pulse in his cock, which was inside her. His hands shifted, stroking up her legs. He grabbed her hips before she was still for very long, and guided her body down further. Her eyes went wide as the full girth of him entered. She felt stretched, and when she looked down again, she could see that her tiny little hole was indeed stretched taut around the penetrating shaft. There was no pain, though, only an incredible sensation of tightness. He pulled at her hips inexorably when she would've stopped long since. She could feel his flesh moving inside her, sinking deeper, parting her inner walls that had never been parted before and then stretching them to their limits. And then he was fully inside her and her spread labia were wrapped around the very base of his shaft, his balls warm against the curve of her cheeks. His hands moved up her body, gathering her slender frame in his arms and pulling her close. She lay against him, shivering as the movement made him shift inside her. He held her tight against him, his breath shallow and firm body trembling. "G-god. . ." she whispered with a whimper. "Nnngh," he agreed. His hands moved down her body and she shuddered again. The pleasure radiating from her cunny was intense, coming in waves that washed everything else away. Her body moved instinctively, grinding down on him. They both moaned simultaneously at the sensation, and his hands found her ass again. She loved the feeling of her butt in his hands, the way he squeezed her and spread her. Instinct kicked in for both of them. His hands pulled at her rump and she lifted up, gasping as his cock left an empty space inside of her as it drew out. She knew when to push down again, and so did he, lifting his hips to meet her in the middle. She squealed into the dark forest as his cock filled her again. She could feel her belly tightening, a warmth washing over her that had nothing to do with the fire. He was lifting her little body again, the muscles of her tiny girlhood clutching tightly at his shaft as it slid out of her. Their bodies made a wet slap as they came together again. When her body was filled with his shaft again, she erupted. Her fingers dug at his firm chest, gripping the fur there as she bucked on top of him. She screamed against his shoulder as the pleasure blossomed through her, so intense. She could feel the muscles of her pussy tighten and squeeze around the base of his cock, then move up in rapid ripples, like her body was milking him. She bounced her hips against his cock in several rapid thrusts, the sound of their bodies slapping together drowning out the rush of the river. As she bounced, climaxing, on his shaft, she felt his fingers tighten on her ass and, amazingly, the shaft of his cock thicken even more, stretching her. He growled, holding her in place as it swelled at the base, just inside the tiny entrance of her vagina. She whimpered softly as the flesh thickened inside of her, a hard knot that filled her to her limits. Knot, she realized, a little late, her mind clouded with her own orgasm. It stretched her painfully and kept her in place on his shaft. She couldn't move on him with it plugging her like that. She shuddered on top of it, her stretched cunny squeezing even tighter around the knot. He grunted under her and growled again. She felt his hips rock, rocking her knotted little body along with him. Then she realized how taut he was underneath her. At that moment, he rolled his head back and howled. Heat suffused her body as his cock jerked inside of her. It felt like the warm spunk was shooting directly into her belly. Her body shook on top of him as she came again, the muscles of her girlhood rippling, pulling at his cum as it jetted out of his knotted shaft, drawing it deep inside her. He twitched, hips bucking shortly against hers as he held onto her tightly by her backside. They came together, jerking and mewling, for what seemed like forever, his shaft pouring seed into her receptive body, which pulled it deep into her womb. Then they lay still in the intense heat of the fire, panting for breath. She groaned and winced slightly. His knot did not abate at all, keeping her thoroughly plugged. Experimentally, she tried to lift her hips up and off him and squealed softly at how it stretched at her tiny entrance. She settled her hips down on top of him again, content to wait. The forest came to life again around them as they lay still, the sounds of wildlife having fallen silent during their mating. It was several minutes before Hikaru stirred underneath her. "We should get to our shelter," he said softly. "Um. . ." was her reply, and both of them blushed. In answer, her strong Woof shifted, grabbed her but firmly, and stood. She squealed softly, both in surprise and from the sensation the motion brought, her cunny squeezing tightly around the still knotted shaft inside her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his powerful abdomen, and he carried her easily into the lean-to he had constructed nearby. It was close enough to the fire to be warm, and not so close as to be hot. The green branches that formed the barrier were pulled close to one another and kept the small shelter from losing much heat. They cuddled together on the pine boughs he had laid for their bed. She squeezed her legs around him, moaning pleasantly as she felt his stiff shaft stir deep inside of her. "It should only be a few. . ." he was murmuring into her ear, but she lost her grasp on the last few words. Womb full of warm seed, her girlhood pleasantly full of still-firm cock, and her arms full of her Woof, she was absolutely content, and asleep before he could finish his sentence.

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The two of them woke with the dawn and the frost. Thankfully, their fire was still burning, if barely, and it had kept the frost off their nude bodies. Hikaru's expertly constructed lean-to was even still warm, at least compared to the temperature outside. Selene remained curled up on the pine boughs as Hikaru ventured into the daylight nude to retrieve their clothes. The fire had managed to dry them before they froze, and so the garments were fairly toasty, if rather stiff. Their undergarments, discarded in their passion, had not suffered as well, though, and Selene simply buried the frosted and iced cotton into the pocket of her jeans. She gasped as she pulled her shirt on, something feeling different. She looked down. Were her breasts bigger? No, probably not, but her nipples were engorged, poking prominently out of her fur, her aureolae puffier and more protruding than she'd ever seen them, and they were incredibly sensitive to the touch. When she pulled her shirt into place, it chafed against the swollen flesh distractingly and offered her very little modesty besides, since it clearly outlined her newly-enlarged nips. She held herself curled tightly in the lean-to, unwilling to venture out. She had lost her jacket and boots to the river, and the morning was decidedly colder than the previous day had been. And yet, her body seemed to radiate more heat than usual, and she felt almost toasty, as long as she stayed in the lean-to. What was wrong with her? She heard an approaching engine, then the crunch of gravel. Hikaru poked his head into the shelter. "Cavalry's here, Buns. Turns out we're less than a hundred feet from the road. If you'd gone a dozen steps further looking for wood, you would've stumbled onto it. Not that it would've done us much good." She looked at him and smiled. So handsome in the frosty morning light. But she didn't want to leave the shelter. It was so tight and cozy, and it smelled like him. It would make an excellent. . .? Nest? What was she thinking!? She shook her head and frowned, holding her hand out to him. He helped her to her feet. She was nesting. Was it even possible to get pregnant the first time? Was it possible to feel the changes so soon? Yes, her body responded, filling her with that warm, toasty glow again. "Buns?" "Huh?" "What's wrong?" "N-nothing," she said, blushing and hiding her face with her ears. She hastily pulled her hand away from where it was speculatively resting on her belly, hoping he hadn't noticed. "Let's get back to the real world."