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Growing up, I'd always assumed that I was a boy. After all, that's what my mom told me, and she always knew what she was talking about. Ever since I could remember, she'd always talked about how much she'd wanted a boy, and how proud she was of me.

In earlier years, though, I didn't really understand how being a boy was even different than the alternative. Aside from sometimes wearing different-colored clothes, putting little bows and ribbons in their tails, or maybe talking a bit too much, boys and girls didn't really seem to be all that dissimilar.

It wasn't until we got into secondary school, and certain things began to change, that I began to figure out what the differences were. Girls' chests puffed out with these things called breasts, and guys' chests didn't. Since my own stayed resolutely flat, obviously I was a boy.

There were supposed to be some other differences, ones that we were slated to learn in a class called "anatomy" in the next semester. I had to admit, I was a little curious - my mom had taught me all about boys, of course, so I'd know about my own body, but she'd never said anything about girls.

Secondary school was very different from the schooling before, and a lot of my friends had gone to the one across town, so I only got to see them occasionally after classes. Of the few friends that came with me, the one I knew and hung out with the most was called Jo'acua. Growing up, I'd assumed that we were both boys, as we dressed more like them and liked to play more sports. Shortly into secondary school, though, her chest had swelled up, and although it looked a little flatter and more angular than some of the other girls, the change had been obvious. I got the feeling that Jo didn't really like being a girl, though, as she still wore typically guy clothing and looked at me strangely whenever I referred to her with a female pronoun. I didn't know why she was so annoyed, though - it's not like one's better than the other, and she was already taller than me and had an even bushier tail, so I didn't know what there was to be irked about.

I'd said as much while we'd been eating lunch one day, sitting in a little clearing we'd found in the wooded area behind the school. When I did, though, Jo looked at me even more strangely.

"Em'rie, you do know the difference between boys and girls, right?"

"Of course I do!" I said indignantly, curling up with my arms around my knees and glaring at Jo over the top of them. "Obviously, I've always been a boy, and for a while I thought you were too, but once you got those breast thingies I figured out that you were a girl!" When Jo looked at me witheringly, though, I backpedaled a little. "Not that there's anything wrong with that! I mean, you make an awesome girl, you're tall and have really nice fur and stuff..." It was true, too; I'd always envied Jo's sleek, chestnut-brown fur, with the accenting stripes of jet black and creamy white that ran down the back of her neck and between her shoulders. It was far beyond my pale brown fur and faded-looking stripes, that was for sure.

"Em, that's not what I mean..." Jo trailed off, then pointed down at where my leggings were visible below my kilt. "I mean, seriously, you can look at that, and still think you're a boy?"

"Jo, I know I'm a boy! Besides, what's wrong with what I'm wearing? Most of the guys in class are wearing stuff like this, anyway - you're the one who's still dressing like a little boy." That was also true - in secondary school it had turned out that the popular fashions between boys and girls hadn't been all that dissimilar. The main difference for the boy's version was that the kilt was made of leather rather than cloth, came down lower on the leg, and had built-in pockets and clips for carrying stuff instead of the decorative flouncy bits on the girl ones. Jo and a handful of boys and girls, mostly on the sports teams, were the lone holdouts - while their shirts were the same, if a little tighter for the boys and more abbreviated for the girls, they insisted on wearing the same sort of zip-and-button shorts that they had grown up with.

"Still missing the point, Em." Jo moved her hand closer, and I looked down over my knees to see that she was pointing to the part of the leggings that fit tightly between my legs.

"So?"

"Well, look-"

"I am looking! That's what boys look like there, just like any other part of me is also gonna look like a boy! Hey, stop looking at me like that! I'm serious!"

Jo tried to suppress a smirk. "You really have no idea what you're talking about, do you?"

"Hey, I just said-" I was going to continue, full of righteous indignation, but Jo quickly put a finger to her lips. Curious as to what she was doing, I paused for a second to hear her response.

"You know, it's just us in this clearing," Jo said, a smile starting to spread across her muzzle. "If you wanted to, instead of trying to sit here and explain it, you could just show me, exactly, how you're a boy..."

Realizing what Jo was asking, I quickly had a smile of my own. "Yes, I could show you, but only if you do the same for me. I've always wanted to see what a girl looks like, and if I'm going to show you mine..."

Jo grimaced momentarily when I asked, but was quickly smiling again by the time I finished. "So, you want to see what a 'girl' looks like too... Okay, then. We'll both show each other. Deal?"

"Deal!"

"All right!" Jo looked down at at my leggings again. "Since you're so proud of being a boy and want to show off how awesome you are, how about you go first?"

I nodded. If she was still doubting I was a boy, I would be happy to prove her wrong.

The position I was in was as good to show her as any. I leaned back a little so I could get at the waist of the leggings, pulling them down, or rather up my legs until they were clear of my crotch. I did the same with my undies, pushing them and the leggings up a bit. They constrained me a bit, but were stretchy enough that I could pull my knees enough to duck my head between them, curling over to get a good look so I could point everything out.

Jo knelt down too, bending over and looking intently at my exposed crotch. "Okay, Em, tell me how you're a boy..."

"Easy!" I reached an arm around my thigh, pointing at the pink nub of flesh that poked out at the very front, or the top, from my current view. "First, that's my penis!"

"Your penis, huh... are you sure?"

I gave Jo another indignant look. "Of course I'm sure! It's right near where I pee, and sometimes when you nudge it makes you feel like you wanna pee, so it's called a penis!"

"Really..."

"Jo!"

"Okay, I'm sorry. It's a penis. Continue your explanation of how awesome a boy you are."

"Thank you!" I pointed a little lower, to where the ridges opened up a little to show a small red dimple. "That's where boys actually pee, of course."

"Em, have you ever actually watched other boys pee?"

"Huh? No, of course not! Why would I? We're not supposed to watch each other pee, that's why the stalls are there!" Actually, I didn't know if that was why the stalls were there, but I'd always just assumed it. Growing up, I'd heard that there had been things called urinals at one point that guys used to pee, but due to some vague thing having to do with politics, by the time I'd gone to school both types of bathrooms were supposed to only have stalls with locking doors.

"Yeah, I think I'm beginning to get it..."

"Get what?" I asked.

"Uh... nevermind." Jo pointed a bit lower down. "So... what part of a boy is that?"

I looked down to see where she was pointing, to the point where the ridges came back together, and the deeper pink part visible just above that looked like a bunch of tinier ridges all crinkled together.

"Oh, that? My mom said that's just called the 'wet place.' I didn't get it at first, because it wasn't wet at all when I was a kid, but now it sometimes is. I guess it's for, like, some different kind of pee? It just kinda drips out, though, and it feels different than real pee, so I don't really know why it doesn't just come out the normal place. Anyway, my mom said it wasn't important, and I didn't need to worry about it until they taught us about boys and girls."

"Uh-huh." Jo was grinning again, but not in a mean way. "And is it wet right now?"

"Why do you care?" I shot back.

"Er, well..." Jo stammered, but I'd already figured it out.

"I think you're just stalling. I showed you what a boy looks like - now it's your turn!"

"Okay, okay, jeez," Jo said, leaning back. "Just gimme a sec, all right?" She reached for the waist of her shorts, but I quickly shook my head.

"We'll get to that in a second. I wanna see your breasts first!"

"Yeah? That wasn't the deal. Fair's fair - if you wanna see that, you have to take off your shirt, too!"

"Huh? Why? There's nothing to see there..." Fair was fair, though, so I reached down, pulled my shirt over my head, and tossed it aside. "There. Happy? Now you!"

"Okay, okay!" Jo tossed her shirt off just as quickly, and I watched it flutter through the air before landing on top of a scraggly bush nearby. When I turned back, Jo was looking intently at my chest.

"Wow, you really are flat, aren't you?"

"Well, duh! I'm a boy, aren't I? That's how it's supposed to look!"

I leaned back up, getting onto my knees, and shuffling forward as quickly as the leggings around them allowed. Scarcely a foot away, I reared back up and took a good look at Jo's breasts.

"Hmm... maybe they look different with clothes off?"

"You can, umm... touch them, if you're curious," Jo said.

"Sure!" I leaned forward quickly, reaching up to run my hands across them. The fur softened their appearance a little, but they were solidly built, with a small pink nipple slightly offset from the center of each one. The fur on top of them, at least, was soft.

"Wow, they're a lot harder than I thought they would be. Plus, I could have sworn they were supposed to jiggle, kinda like gelatin..."

"Oh, well, that's because mine are more... fit? Yeah, 'cause I play sports and stuff, so it's pretty much all muscle."

"Oh, okay!" It made sense, but being hard like that, they weren't much fun to play with. After another moment, I pulled back, hoping that the other stuff would be more interesting.

"Um... Em?"

"Yeah?"

"Can I touch yours, too?"

"You mean, my chest? Sure, if you want, but I'm not sure why you'd want to..."

"Oh, it's just... fair's fair, right?"

"Oh... okay, yeah."

Jo reached out, running her fingers along my chest. They quickly gravitated to the small pink circles of my nipples, and she rubbed her fingers around and around along their edges before flicking gently across the raised part in the middle. UNlike with girls, the nipples were just supposed to be a remnant and didn't really do anything useful, but the touch still felt kinda nice, and after a little while felt kinda warm and tingly, too. As she kept circling her fingers, I could feel my penis swelling to its full centimeter and shifting a little between my legs, which I guessed made sense - that's what was supposed to happen when a girl touched you, right?

I noticed Jo's head tilting down as her fingers moved away, and a moment later I felt something wet slide along my fur and flick across my nipple. Jo was... licking me? I wanted to say something, but the next lick felt especially warm and tingly, and instead of saying something a weird sort of noise came out of my mouth instead. I didn't know why, but it felt good and weird at the same time. Eventually, the weird won out, and after a few more licks I smacked her on the back of her head.

"Jo! What do you think you're doing?" Jo pulled her head back, startled, as I realized that, annoyingly, the wet place was getting even wetter than it usually was. I knew I should probably go find a bathroom and wipe it up, but Jo still hadn't shown me everything, and if I left now she'd probably try to weasel out of it more - the licking thing had probably been a delaying tactic, too!

"Huh? Oh, um... you didn't like it?"

"Why would you think I would like that?" Although... "Actually, it was... okay... but you're just trying to distract me again! C'mon, take your shorts off already so I can see what a girl looks like down there!"

"Heh, yeah, I'm definitely ready for that..." Jo tugged at the waistband of her shorts, and I noticed they were pushed out weirdly in front, the fabric straining against something. Jo stood up, undoing the button and sliding down the zip, and let the shorts drop down around her ankles. She wasn't wearing anything underneath it, which I guess made sense, as she hadn't been wearing the bra that girls sometimes talked about either.

I looked on with surprise at how cumbersome and odd-looking the stuff between Jo's legs actually was. I'd heard that girls had a bunch of unusual and complicated stuff, but I wasn't quite expecting this!

Jo stood up straight, waving at it with a flourish. "Ta-da! Here they are, the, um... girl parts, in all their splendor!

I wiggled over on my knees to get a closer look, nearly falling over when the leggings tangled around just above them. Growling a little in frustration, I kicked off my shoes and pulled my clothes the rest of the way off, leggings, kilt, undies and all. I bundled them up and gave them a solid toss to land them neatly atop my rumpled shirt. With that frustration out of the way, I made my way back over to take a look at Jo's stuff.

"Wow, Em, you're t-totally naked..." Jo said, an odd hitch in her voice.

"Yeah? So are you. It's hard to see the differences with clothes on, right?"

"Right..." Jo trailed off, leaning back against the tree she'd been sitting at, and I crouched back down to look closer.

"So, what do you think?" Jo asked.

"It's way different than I thought," I replied, looking it over. "I mean, boys have some kinda pointless stuff, but this..." One of the things, though, I thought I could figure out. "Oh! Okay, I think I get part of it..." I reached out to touch the fuzzy sack dangling between her legs. Sure enough, as I cupped it in my hand and moved my fingers around, I could feel the outline of something rounded. It was Jo's turn to make a weird little noise, and I quickly pulled my hand back.

"Sorry! I didn't realize they were still getting ready. I didn't break one, did I?"

"Huh? Break what?"

"Your eggs, silly! I heard somewhere that girls had, like, eggs or something inside them, and it didn't really make sense, but it does now. That little sack thing, its where you keep your eggs until you're ready to have a baby, right?"

"Um... yeah, sure, if you want to think that..."

"Well, what else could it be? Don't you even know your own body?"

"Er, okay, I guess you're right..."

The other part, though, was even more puzzling. All it was was a sort of pink, fleshy rod, with a weird little flared tip on the end that made it look like some sort of mushroom. Whatever it was, I couldn't figure out what the heck a girl would actually do with it.

I pointed at it quizzically. "Um... what is that thing?"

Jo grinned at the question for some reason. "Why that, of course, is my penis!"

I giggled, and Jo looked oddly crestfallen. "You silly! Of course it's not a penis! Remember? I just showed you what that looked like, and girls don't have one! Really, though, what is it?"

"Er, well... I mean, what it is, it's called a p- Cock! Yeah, that's right, a cock! It's, uh, something that um, girls totally have. Just a... girl... thing. Yep."

I poked my finger at the tip, and it tilted down slightly under the touch, only to spring back up when my finger slipped off.

"Wow, it's really warm. I wonder what it actually does..."

"It, um, ummm..." Jo was stammering again, and I wondered if she didn't even know what it was supposed to do. After a moment, though, she smacked her hands together, like she'd just figured something out.

"That's it! I know just how to get you to-"

"Get me to do what?"

"Huh? Oh, no, that's not what I meant, I just misspoke while I was trying to figure out- what I meant to say was, I totally remember what it's for! Someone was telling me something about it, and-"

"So what is, it, already?"

"It's a, uh, it's a 'wet place' warmer, of course! Yeah, that's totally it! You know how a lot of the time girls are totally nice to other people, and sometimes especially to boys and stuff, right! Well, even their bodies are considerate, and... yeah, so sometimes when a boy and a girl are together somewhere, and a boy's wet place is, y'know, too cold or wet or something, then a girl can totally use this to make it feel better!"

"Oh, okay... I guess that makes sense, but... does it like... where does it go?"

"Well, it goes inside the wet place, right? You, uh, do know things can go inside there, right?" Jo looked at me quizzically.

"Yeah, kinda... One day I was trying to figure out if it did anything interesting at all, and I got one of my fingers to sorta sink into it, but nothing happened." I looked at Jo's cock again, and then back down between my legs. "It actually fits in there?"

"Um, yeah, it should... I mean, I heard something about it from someone who you probably never met, who said that it should totally fit."

"Hmm..." I looked over the shaft again, at the same time feeling along the ridges between my legs. My fingers came back wet, the moisture oddly slick as I rolled it between my fingers. When I pulled them apart, a few strands hung between them and glistened in the light. Jo, for some reason, gasped when she saw them.

"Jeez, Jo, it's just some... liquid..." Still, there was a lot of it, and it would probably mess my undies and make them uncomfortable if I pulled them back on now - the liquid that had already dripped out, I realized, was starting to become slightly clammy against the bare skin between my legs. I glanced over at the shaft again, sticking straight out from Jo's body. Something about her explanation seemed a little off, but then again, all she probably knew about it was from scattered rumors, and maybe she didn't have an expert like my mom to explain how everything worked. If she was right, though, and her warmer thing could make things feel better...

"Um, Jo?" I sad, running my finger along the top of the warmer.

"Y-yeah?"

"I know it's kinda personal, but... do you think I could try it out?"

"Try- try it out?" Jo's voice almost squeaked.

"Yeah, you said this was for accommodating boys, right? For warming up their wet place when they needed it? Well, I... think I could use it?"

"Oh..." Jo paused for barely a second before wrapping her arms around my waist and pulling me in closer to her, the shaft of her cock poking at my stomach just below my belly button. "Em, all you needed to do was ask. I'll be more than happy to put my cock in you for as long as you want."

"Okay, but..." I pointed down to where it was poking into my belly. How is it supposed to go inside if it's horizontal, and I'm, you know, vertical?"

"Oh, right! Hold on a sec..." Jo released me, then slumped down against the tree, coming to rest just in front of it and sitting cross-legged with her arms outstretched. Between her legs, the cock was now pointing just about straight up.

"Oh, I see!" I said. "So I just..."

"Yep. Just sit down in my lap, easy as that."

I walked over, my legs straddling his as I slowly lowered myself into a sitting position. Jo used one hand to help steady me and guide me down into her lap, while her other hand wrapped around the base of the cock and guided it over. As I lowered myself down, I felt its tip brush against my skin, a point of soft warmth that brushed across my ridges and settled in between them, feeling strange as it nudged back along until it settled into the wet place. The strange feeling intensified, the ridges feeling stretchy as it nuzzled in between them and coaxed them to stretch out more and more. As it did, though, Jo's hand on my hip pushed down, the flared tip pushing into the wet place and my ridges rubbing along the shaft as it slid inside. A few moments of intense warmth later, and I was sitting down in Jo's lap, my legs wrapping around her waist as a pillar of heat snuggled up tightly against my insides, far deeper into the wet place than I had imagined anything could go.

"Nnnuh..." Jo said, wrapping her arms around my back and pulling me in close to her chest, my muzzle bumping up against her collarbone. I was content to stay there for a moment, letting her cock warm me up properly.

"So," Jo asked after a minute or so, "how... how is it?"

"Mmm... you were right. It's really warm and comfy in there. I never knew girls were designed to make boys feel good like this!"

"Um, yeah, about that..." I glanced up at Jo's face, only a few inches away, waiting so see what she was going to say, but after a moment she just shook her head. "...nevermind. As long as you're enjoying it..."

"I definitely am." I nuzzled against her neck in what I hoped was a gesture of appreciation, enjoying the warm feeling between my legs. It wasn't just warm, though. It felt good, stretchy... filled? It felt, I guessed, the way that it was supposed to, when a girl was around to warm it up, at least.

"Well, if you are..." I felt Jo's hands shift around against my back, coming to rest on my sides. "You want to feel what else it can do?"

"I didn't know it did anything else. You said it was there to keep that part of me warm and comfy, and it's doing that great..."

"Yeah, but, there's a thing it can do that will make you feel even better, but you have to help out a little."

"Hmm..." I was comfortable where I was, but I had to admit I was curious about what Jo was talking about. "What do I have to do?"

"Not too much, just kinda... bounce up and down a little. My hands will keep you in place. Just try it, and see how it feels..."

"Okay." I wrapped my arms around Jo's back and grabbed onto her shoulders to give myself some leverage, and then pulled myself up a little ways out of her lap. As I did, I felt the shaft move inside me, the flared tip rubbing back intriguingly. The part that left, though, didn't feel as good. It was suddenly cooler and emptier, and I realized I wanted the warmer back where it had been. I sat back down quickly, the tip of the cock feeling weird against me for a moment as it gave a jolting bump against something way inside, and I heard Jo gasp again as everything settled back to how it had been.

"Are you all right?" I asked, and Jo nodded above me.

"Yeah, it's just... the, uh, warmer cock thing makes you warm and stuff, but it also, you, your place... makes me kinda warm, too..."

"Oh... That's good, right?"

"Yeah, that's definitely good, way good, beyond good..." Jo's hands settled in even tighter against my sides. "But, I think you need to bounce some more..."

I shrugged, not sure how much I liked doing that, but I pulled up and sat back down again, a little quicker this time. I still didn't like the emptiness at the top, but the stroking feeling inside felt more intriguing. Curious as to what would happen if I went on, I bounced again, and again, going a little faster each time.

"Oh, wow," I said, as the stroking sensations picked up speed. "It's like it's giving me a massage, but from the inside. It's really nice..."

"Mm-hmm." As I got up to a comfortable bouncing rhythm, enjoying the massaging strokes that warmed and relaxed my belly, I felt one of Jo's hands come off from my side and trace down across my inner thigh. A second later, I felt a delightful thrill between my legs at the end of a bounce, as two of Jo's fingers brushed gently across the small, sensitive nub of my penis.

"Nnnhaaa!" I gasped as the aftershocks of the thrill twitched their way down my tail. "Jo, are you sure..."

"Well, we're already all naked and snuggled together like this, and I'm making you happy... and what better way for a girl to make a guy happy than to play around with his 'penis'?"

"But Jo, if you do that..." I said as I bounced, and this time Jo's fingers rubbed in a little more vigorously, causing a few more seconds in which I was unable to properly say words. "If you stimulate me like that, though, and one thing leads to another... what if I get too worked up and we end up having sex?"

I could feel more than hear Jo chuckle in response to that, and for a moment I felt my indignation flash back up, but then Jo rolled my penis between her fingers and

I was suddenly much more inclined to snuggle up against her soft, furry chest as more wonderful shivers darted along my body. "Em," Jo finally said, after another bounce and protracted rub, "that's the last thing you need to worry about right now."

As I continued, the bouncing happened less, and the rubbing happened more, my hips grinding down into Jo's lap as the feelings got better and better. I felt my leg muscles starting to tense, my tail twitching around madly as the rubbing intensified, far more than I had ever dared try myself. Usually long before this, my penis got way too sensitive and I couldn't touch it any more without it hurting, but now I just kept tensing up, trying to squirm away as the feeling hovered close to the threshold. Jo's hand settled hard on my hip, though, pushing me down into her lap and pressing the cock in even deeper and warmer than it had been before. At the same time, Jo's fingers kept finding my penis as it tried to squirm away, each subtle brush of her fingers sending a strange and wild feeling thrilling through me. Then she found it firmly again, rolling it around between her fingers, the soft, stroking feeling suddenly so intense that I could almost feel it thrum across every nerve in my body. I heard my voice scream out something unintelligible, but it cut off as my whole body shuddered against her, thrilling feeling running through every part of me, threatening to send me spasming out of control. Then the warmth in my belly seemed to flow outward like a wave, the tension bleeding away as I collapsed against her. Soon, the thrilling stimulation had subsided back to a warm comfort, although this time the warmth wasn't just in my belly, but spread across my entire body, from my blushing face down to my comfortably curling toes. The only thing still shuddering was, oddly enough, the wet place, which was giving the cock a warm squeeze every few seconds, and even though I tried to stop it, it kept throbbing warmly for at least a minute as I lay gasping against Jo's chest.

"Hnn... hhh... what was that? I never knew girls were so amazing..."

I felt Jo rubbing my head fur as I relaxed. As I did, though, I felt her chest heaving against me, and realized she was breathing almost as hard as I was.

"Em, that was, hahh... that was an orgasm. And, you're welcome."

"Mmmm... I don't care what that was called, it was waaay awesome..."

"Good... hahh... but there's just one more thing..."

"One more thing? I don't understand..."

"Well, you know how the cock can, hahh, warm up your insides and stuff, it can, also, y'know, keep it warm even after it's gone..."

"Huh? I'm not sure what..."

I trailed off as both of Jo's hands slammed down hard on my hips. "Jo, what-"

"Fuck it. I'm too horny for explanations, it feels like it's driving me crazy just sitting here! This. is. happening. NOW."

Still coming down from the orgasm, I tried to figure out what was happening, as Jo's hands gripped my tightly and held me down against her lap. A moment later, though, her hips started slamming back and forth, the cock practically vibrating as it stroked rapidly deep inside me. It wasn't really moving much at all, but the constant rubbing was intense, and every stroke ended with a bump against something sensitive that caused the tension to build all over again. My legs started to shudder again, my body going weak, and all I could do was make moaning noises as my head rubbed against her chest in time to the frantic cadence. The slamming continued, shorter and harder and deeper, her arms pressing me tightly into her lap, the fur on her crotch rubbing exquisitely against a penis that was already far too sensitive from before. The combination drove me quickly over the edge, but instead of coming down, the pounding deep inside caused something in my belly to shudder anew, everything from my thighs to my chest twitching and throbbing and thrumming happily in time to the staccato rhythm, falling back from the edge only to be driven back up and over by the nonstop sensations. I felt my mind going blank, and the only things I was able to sense was my body throbbing around the pounding warmth that for a moment made up my entire world.

Then I felt Jo hugging me, her hot breath puffing against my muzzle, and as my body finished shuddering I felt hers begin, the cock giving a little shiver against my insides, followed by a pulse of warmth that soothed the thing deep inside that the cock had been jackhammering against. Another shiver followed a second later, then another and another, each one followed by another warm, wet pulse. Jo moaned against me as the pulses continued, hugging me tightly to her until they finally abated.

"Ohh, Em..." she breathed, finally relaxing against me. "You are really, really incredible..."

"Really?" I panted, leaning against Jo only by the graces of gravity - my body was so completely spent, I could barely even keep my arms wrapped around her. "I think you were way more amazing. Those feelings, I thought they weren't ever going to stop! If that's what it feels like or a boy and a girl just fooling around with that warmer thing, I can't even imagine what sex is going to be like!"

"Yeah, imagine that..." Jo pulled back a little, and I could feel the cock retreating from inside me. In a few more moments, I felt the flared part slide back through my ridges, until the tip finally flopped away. I looked down to see it curled up in Jo's lap, looking more like a shriveled worm, its function performed and its warmth completely spent. Jo had been right again, though - even though it was gone, I could still feel echoes of the warmth from the pulses thrumming comfortably somewhere deep inside the wet place. I still didn't exactly know what it was for, but somehow I got the feeling that like the way the warmer-thing that Jo had called a cock was supposed to keep a boy warm inside, that somehow it was supposed to do the same thing for a girl: with the two of them put together, we had both ended up comfy, happy, and snuggly warm.

I looked up at Jo, who, after finally coming down, looked like she was finally coming back to her senses.

"Oh, shit, Em, I can't believe we actually went through with it..."

"Went through with what? I thought we were just playing around and warming each other up..."

"Em, you are so incredibly dense, but... oh, I don't care, that was fucking amazing!" She leaned down and gave me a peck on the cheek, and I nuzzled back against her as I watched her reach over and fumble for something in her shorts.

"Er... okay, now it's really 'oh, shit' time. We've got three minutes to clean up and get back in for classes. Em, you need to get up now..."

I reluctantly left Jo's arms, the feeling of panic blunted by the relaxation still flooding through my body, but enough to get me moving. I stood unsteadily, my knees still wobbly, but I was able to stumble over to where my clothes lay against the grass. I pulled everything back on in a daze, grumbling as I felt the moisture between my legs soaking into the fabric of my undies - while the cock had been amazing at what it did, apparently it wasn't perfect for everything, and was totally useless in fixing what I had wanted it to fix when I'd agreed to try it in the first place. After what it had done, though, I was willing to forgive it.

Once we finished dressing, as we were running back through the forest towards the school as best we could, I looked over to see Jo grinning at me.

"Do that again some time?"

I smiled. "Definitely!"

The rest of the day proceeded uneventfully, my body feeling warmer and more relaxed then I could ever remember feeling it. My fur was a little mussed, though, and a few students sniffed the air when they were sitting next to me and gave me the occasional odd look, but overall everything else was just a typical day. Well, at least until I got home, and my mom took one sniff at me, picked up Jo's scent, and demanded to know what the hell I'd been up to. I enthusiastically told her about how Jo had showed me what the difference between boys and girls was, the warmer thing called a 'cock,' and how girls used it to make the boys they liked feel warm and comfortable. Before I could tell her about what else it did, though, she put her arm on my shoulder, and I heard her sigh heavily.

"Em'rie, you know how much I want you to be a boy, but some of the stuff I told you growing up isn't exactly accurate..."

She then sat me down for a talk, and I learned a whole lot of new things. For one, it turns out I'm actually a girl rather than a boy (and vice versa with Jo), the thing she told me was a penis is actually called a clitoris, and the 'warmer' thing that Jo'acua had actually was a penis! It was a little weird to figure out, but I didn't really mind - after all, my body was still the same, and so was Jo's, it's just the names of the things that changed.

It turned out, though, that what Jo had called 'warming' actually had been sex, and when I went to the doctor later, I learned what the warmth that had lingered inside afterwards had really meant. On the plus side, I get to learn what it's like to have a baby, and it sounds like that will be an interesting experience too. When I told Jo about it, though, for some reason he was a lot less excited about it, and even less excited when we both learned that what we had done meant that we probably had to get married. I didn't see what the problem was, though. Yeah, it would be different to be together like that, all formal and everything, but at the same time it meant that we could keep each other warm whenever we wanted...