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The small river ran into the pond with a gentle susurrus. The canopy of trees broke the suns light and cast hundreds of shadows on the ground. The grass was short around the pond and the water was so clear you could almost make out each individual pebble resting at the bottom.

The young wolf boy sat and watched the water move with half-lidded eyes. Rory wore another of the many skirts he owned, this particular one thoroughly white, and he carefully avoided sitting directly on it. He sat on a rock beside the miniscule waterfall that ended the river. A rock that he had dusted off before hand, lest the pale pink panties he wore beneath appear dirty. It was times like these that Rory wondered why he bothered to dress the way he did.

He had sat watching the water for the entire day prior. He'd hoped to see him again, hoped that he'd be given a chance to explain. But the longer he sat the more he realized that he couldn't explain this, not even to himself. He had left the ribbon out of his costume this time; his hair simply fell down in subtle black curls.

Part of him knew that Jaime was not going to come back here, and that if he saw Rory again that he wouldn't be happy with him. But he still stayed and waited for hours beside the pond. That morning he had watched the sunrise from his hill and it was the early afternoon when he turned back toward the park.

It was a voice that turned him, Jaime's voice. "Hey." He stood between two trees and watched Rory as he sat.

"Jaime..." Rory looked back to the pond and scrunched his eyes to keep the tears away. "I'm so sorry." Jaime stepped closer, avoiding thick roots, to stand on the short grass,

"Why did you trick me?" Jaime said with a steeled voice. "You know some people would have beaten you for that."

"I... I don't... I didn't mean to." Rory wrapped his arms around his knees. "I didn't want to trick you."

"Then why are you dressed like a girl?"

"I don't know. I've always dressed like this. There are only a couple of people in town who don't know me as Rose." Rory turned his head slightly, to see Jaime's legs beside him.

"And why didn't you tell me?"

"I was going to... I just didn't think that would happen."

"Okay... Stand up," he asked, and after a moment's hesitation, Rory rose. "What's your actual name?"

"Rory," he nervously kept away from eye contact.

"I forgive you, Rory." Rory's pale blue eyes looked up into Jaime's green ones. "And I..." he inhaled and steeled himself, "I still want to repay the favor."

A blush burned hot beneath Rory's fur and his excitement was unmistakable. A little shier than before, Rory lifted his skirt to show Jaime what he had hidden beneath. Once again it was hard and tucked up into the waistband of his panties. Jaime exhaled and murmured an 'okay' beneath his breath as he came to his knees.

It wasn't as big as Jaime's but it suited him well. Jaime nervously pulled down his friend's panties and let the hard cocklet stand proud and free. It was straight as an arrow, pointing directly at him. Unlike Jaime's, Rory's foreskin was tight around his tip. Nervous about what he was about to do, Jaime softly kissed the covered tip.

Rory shuddered as his tip slid into Jaime's maw. The wet comfort of the cheetah's mouth slowly enveloped his four and a half inches. Jaime timidly pulled his head back to the tip of the young flesh, sucking softly as he went. Rory moaned a soft, feminine moan as his boyhood was swallowed by the hungry lips.

After a few moments of rising and falling with timid curiosity, Jaime begun to really enjoy himself, sucking hard as he took every inch of length into the warm recess of his mouth. He tightened his lips around the wolf's erection and pushed down toward the base of his cock, pulling the skin covering his tip halfway down; revealing the very tip of his pinkness.

Feeling the bare pink flesh of his cock rub against the ever-so-slightly raspy tongue elicited a sharp, yet still effeminate, moan from the boy. It was enough to make Rory drop his skirt over Jaime's head. That didn't deter the cheetah at all, however. He bobbed his head fervently, holding Rory's hips still while he did so.

One of the paws holding Rory's hips still slid back and took a pawful of his bubble butt. Rory's moans were almost squeaks as Jaime's paw slipped between the two firm cheeks to the untrained hole beneath the wolf's fluffy tail. Rory tried to buck forward as his hole was teased by his fingers, but the firm paw of the cheetah boy stopped him.

He felt the lips of the cheetah against the top of his small balls as he began to fight against Jaime's paw. "Oh, Jaime," he said as he grinded against the feline's mouth. He moaned loudly and thrust forward as his humping caused Jaime's finger to slip past the muscle that kept his tailhole closed. "Jaime! I'm going to cum!" Jaime pulled off his friend's cock and Rory lifted the skirt.

He was almost at his peak, but not quite there. As he began to come down from the edge, his orgasm falling away and blue-balls drawing near, Jaime pushed his finger further into him. After a short burst of pain, the finger struck Rory's prostate and pushed him over the edge. Rory called out loudly as his member throbbed on its own accord, twitching and convulsing, his foreskin fell back behind his tip and a rope of thick white cum fired forth, landing three feet away in the pond. The ropes quickly lost power and eventually just trickled from the tip of his cub dick.

"Oh my god," Rory panted, with a finger still buried inside him. "That was... incredible... Ouch!" He jumped forward slightly as Jaime pulled his finger out quickly. "That hurt." Rory pouted.

"Sorry, Rory," he said as he looked down at his finger; it looked no different from when he had put it inside - no blood, nothing. "I'll lube it up next time." Jaime slipped his paw into his shorts to fondle his own junk. "I read online that orgasms are best when you play with the guy's butt."

The erection in Jaime's shorts was nothing if not apparent. "Now it's time for me to repay the favor." Rory said with a smile.

"But I just returned a favor. You'd be doing something totally new and then I'd have to repay you again." Jaime seemed confused.

"Exactly," Rory winked as he took Jaime by the paw.

Jaime laid on the dirt at Rory's direction and the dress-clad wolf boy stood over him. Rory lowered himself onto the cheetah's stomach, an inch away from his crotch. Rory gently grinded his panty-covered rump on his friend's stomach; gracing his butt with each backward movement, each time he went back across Jaime's stomach, he went a little further back.

It wasn't long before Rory's grinding was solely on top of his crotch. He constantly felt the hard, long boy cock against his anus, taint and balls, teasing the male closer each time. Jaime moaned beneath him as he rode his cock through their clothing. Rory went forward and came back but something stopped him partway. He felt the thick tip of Jaime's clothed penis spreading his cheeks apart; prodding his tailhole.

"Jaime..." he began. "I want you to fuck me in the ass." Rory stood up again and slid his panties down, stepping out of them with one leg. He sat down on Jaime's chest, with his round bubble butt in Jaime's face. "Lube me up and I'll lube you up, sexy." Rory leaned over and slid his thumbs into Jaime's shorts.

He waited a moment before feeling the spit-covered fingers of Jaime massaging the cat saliva into his tight asshole. He giggled and pulled down his pants enough to get the thick cub cock out of the running shorts. It was exactly as he remembered it; just under six inches of uncut cock that curved upward slightly.

A large droplet of saliva dropped from Rory's mouth and fell onto the cheetah's cock. He jerked Jaime off as he used more of his spit to lubricate him. The feeling of the raspy tongue on his innocent tailhole sent chills through him and hardened his little cock again.

"I think we're ready." Jaime said as he stopped lubing the wolf boy's little pucker. Rory crawled forward and hovered his ass above Jaime's cock.

"Okay... here we go..." Rory was nervous as he lowered himself, tail raised and hole wet, eager to take all he could. He held his eyes shut in anxious anticipation, each moment drawing nearer to the thick boy cock.

The intruding penis forced apart the tightly clenched muscles. A sudden pain struck his sensitive little hole as the first inch of the cheetah's penis entered him. He clenched his eyes shut and gritted his teeth as he continued to slip onto the shaft of meat. Jaime moaned as his penis sunk deeper. With his back to the cheetah, Rory's pain was hidden from him.

A tear slipped out of his clenched eyes and rolled down his face. Rory worked through the pain as it intensified. He did all he could to keep the pain within himself but the further his friend slipped inside him, the worse the pain got and the louder his expressions of that pain grew. His stubborn resistance finally broke when his sight was blurred by the amount of tears streaming along his face. His tears were introduced by a sharp, high pitched exclamation.

After the initial cry, Rory continued to sob loudly enough to get Jaime's attention. "Are you okay, Rory?" We can stop." Jaime put his hands beneath Rory's rump and tried to lift him off his crotch.

"No," Rory protested. "It... It d-doesn't hurt." An obvious lie, Jaime knew.

"No, we're stopping." Gently, Jaime lifted the small wolf off him, his penis falling free of the sore tailhole. "I'm so sorry that you were in pain. I didn't know." He quickly examined his cock, afraid that he may find blood; he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw it clean of anything that should not have been there.

Jaime stood up and lifted Rory to his feet. "It's okay, the pain won't last forever." Jaime pulled Rory close and closed his arms around the weeping wolf.

"I just wanted you to finish inside my ass..." Rory nuzzled the taller fur's chest as his tears began to dry.

"I know, I wanted to as well, but not if it hurts you." Jaime reached his paw down and laid it across his soft rump. "Does it still hurt?"

"Only a little bit." The cheetah moved his paw up and rubbed his friend's back.

"Would you or your parents mind if I spent the night tonight?" He asked as they broke their hug and moved to put on their clothes. Rory didn't answer immediately, as he straightened his dress.

"I think my dad would be cool with it." Rory came over and stood beside him, a blush burning hot in his cheeks as he stood on his toes and kissed Jaime on the cheek. "And we can practice with my butt. There's some lube somewhere at my place."

The two of them headed out of the woods, the light from the sun burning orange as it threatened to fall below mountains on the horizon. Rory held the cheetah's paw firmly as they walked, sticking close to the feline.