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Fully recovered from her illness, Ginger arranged another trip into the woods as soon as the weekend allowed. Fortunately, each time was proving easier to obtain permission, as aside from that first incident, we'd been returning home in a timely manner without any injuries. Besides, both of our parents had said something about not wanting to discourage us getting used to hiking longer distances, as it was good for us to get some regular exercise.

It was still prime swimming weather, so again we made a direct line to the pond, intending to linger there only for a little while before going on a longer trail before heading home. Once we were out of any possibility of earshot of our homes, Ginger gave me a really curious look and asked, "So what happened with Nora? You said you'd tell me later."

I nodded with a soft wuff of a chuckle. Ginger had met Nora before, but it'd been a pretty short meeting. I'd only told Ginger I had something to tell her about myself and Nora once we had a chance to talk alone again. "I... let me start from the beginning," I concluded after thinking it over. "It'll make more sense that way." Ginger nodded, and I filled her in about being left alone with Nora, and the young wolf's cunning that lead to her being naked in the bathtub with me watching. Here my friend interrupted me, looking confused.

"Why'd you tell her to hold her privates open?" Ginger asked with her head tilted. "Girls don't have to do that."

To this I gave her a shrug of part puzzlement, part embarrassment. "I don't know," I admitted. "I wasn't really thinking of having her do that. It just... came out." I'd done some thinking over where that thought came from, and while it seemed to be connected to my groin, I had no better clue than that.

Ginger flicked an ear, then accepted this answer with a duck of her head. I resumed the tale, culminating in my discover that the slippery liquid that had come out of my tip had allowed me to put a finger a short ways inside Nora, and this caused her eyes to widen suddenly, then to look thoughtful. "Huh," she remarked, swinging her tail once. Then: "I've never seen... another girl before," she admitted. "I wonder if...." She trailed off, hesitant.

It didn't take me long to come up with a possible conclusion, and I guessed, "If she'd let you see her?" Ginger nodded, looking embarrassed, while I brought up a paw to scratch at my muzzle. "...Maybe," I allowed. "Let me think about that." I grinned suddenly, adding, "I wonder if we could get anyone else in on this. If Nora agrees, that's three of us... but I do wonder what other races look like. You know, down there."

The lioness looked both worried and intrigued. "If we can get them to not tell," she hazarded, then seemed to set that aside for further contemplating before volunteering, "Oh! I... kinda snuck into my dad's study and flipped through the medical book. I had to be fast, so I couldn't look for long," Ginger added with a flash of a smile, "But I found out what they're called. Your... thing is called a penis, and mine's a vagina."

I woofed a little more laughter at this, shaking my head. "What weird names, but I guess it's better than just 'privates'. Penis... vagina. Hmm. But you didn't figure out what they were for?" I double-checked, but Ginger was already shaking her head.

"Once I found out about them, I heard my dad coming back up the stairs, so I had to put the book back and get away before he saw. I'll look again if I have another chance."

"Okay," I said with a companionable smile, my tail wagging lightly. We then fell into a companionable silence, walking for a while.

As the pond came into view, Ginger spoke up suddenly. "Have you ever peed in your swimsuit?" she asked, apropos of nothing.

It'd always been easy enough to take off my shorts that I hadn't, and I shook my head. "I don't think so," I replied honestly. "Why?"

Ginger giggled slightly. "You should try it," she advised me. "It feels nice and warm... for a while, anyway. And swimming will get our suits clean. I think you'd like it."

I thought this over, then grinned, my tail starting to wag again. "How about we go on each other?" I offered. "I'll lay down and you can sit on my lap. That is, if you need to go."

The lioness girl looked startled by my suggestion, then giggled, her tufted tail flicking once. "Let's try that," she said with a smile.

Neither of us knew it, but we were both well on our way to developing a fetish for peeing, despite our young ages.

Our pace increased at the promise of this new idea, and minutes later we were at the pond, where I tugged my shirt off and Ginger removed her shorts, so we were both clad only in our swimsuits. Finding a comfortable place to lay down, I did so, stretching out on the springy forest floor. Ginger giggled softly, then stepped over my form, straddling my hips while she sat down. Placing my hands on her waist, I scooted her forward until I found feel her warm weight just in front of my slightly smushed sheath. "There," I said, then looked up at her and my eyes widened.

Through pure serendipity, Ginger was now in a position for her head and chest to be illuminated by one of the sunbeams breaking through the canopy, turning her hair into liquid gold, fur into amber fire, and even her lime-green suit seemed more vivid. She looked down at me with a smile that started to fade slightly as she tilted her head, wondering what my problem was. "What?"

I thought about how to answer, but I shook my head. She was still dominant in our relationship, and I was too shy to properly express just how she looked right then. "I just," I reached around for ideas, then smiled, latching onto another honest one. "I never thought we'd do something like this. Ready to go?"

Ginger looked at me, laughed softly, and reached down to hold my sides. "Ready! One... two... three... go!"

I relaxed my bladder, looking at the fabric between her legs for the telltale sign of her own release. I could feel a trickle of warmth as the first bit of my water escaped me, then a growing patch as it started to soak into my suit and lower belly-fur. My own hands slid up from her hips to her sides, holding her there as she made a slight exhaling sound, and I saw the crotch of that lime-green fabric become a darker green as her own stream began. While the suit contained it at first, her determined force proved too much, and it started to dribble out through the tight fabric, soaking into my lap and adding to my own growing warmth.

At first it just felt weird to be purposefully going in my trunks this way, but the added sensation of Ginger's stream adding to my own warmth, the smell of our water, and the view of our darkening clothes made my sheath twitch powerfully. This time it happened so fast that I could feel it hardening under her body's weight, insistently swelling with the pulse of my heartbeat. It didn't take much longer to realize that my thing - my penis - was emerging from cover, spraying my pee in front of it.

Ginger finished first, that insistent dribble disappearing back into the damp fabric, but she didn't sit up right away. Instead, her expression seemed to be a little perplexed before shifting into a sly grin. "You're getting hard again, aren't you," she remarked with a giggle. "I can feel it." I could only blush slightly and nod. My trunks were soaked down to their sides now, leaving not just my lower belly but also my hips saturated in that warmth, until my own bladder finally emptied. We lingered there for a little while, only the two layers of fabric separating the touch of those mysterious parts. "Told you you'd like it," the lioness girl said after a minute or so, and I finally laughed.

"You were right," I admitted, reluctantly removing my hands from her sides. While it was starting to cool, it did feel good in a way that was hard to describe, not just because of the warmth. From looking at her, Ginger seemed to feel the same way, although she released her own hold on me and finally stood up, allowing me to see just how soaked the bottom half of her swimsuit was, and the fur around the edges.

"C'mon, let's go swimming before it dries in. Last one in the water is dinner!" she cried in a taunt, leaving me to scamper to my feet and try to beat her there.

Not that I had a chance, of course. I had Ginger beat over longer distances, but for short explosive strides like this, I might as well have not bothered. To my credit, though, I splashed into the pond only a scant few seconds after her, which wasn't too bad for being so surprised. The water was cool but not too cold, and we played in it for nearly an hour, until we were ready for lunch.

A little later, while we were slowly drying off under one of the sunbeams and eating our lunches, Ginger remarked, "I think I have an idea how to get others here."

Pausing in my bite of my sandwich, I gave her an interested look, my ears perked forward. "Oh?"

She nodded, a sly little smile playing about her lips. "We don't all have to come here at once. I mean, if you can get, say, Nora into the woods with you, and we've already discussed it, I can go on my own later, and we can meet up that way."

I thought that over, surprised at its simplicity, and how well that was likely to work. "You know," I remarked thoughtfully, "Nora's supposed to be over tomorrow. And she's pretty cunning. I think we can arrange having lunch here tomorrow... if I can figure out how to clue her in. Do you want me to try?"

Ginger's response was a smile and a flick of her tail. "Sure! I think I can get out here again for at least that long." She looked at her wristwatch then, and made a face. "I guess we played in the pond a little too long," she remarked, looking glum. "We'd better get back."

I was disappointed, as I'd wanted to go for another swim after eating, but I couldn't argue with the watch. "All right," I conceded with a sigh. "Let's go." After gathering up our clothing and scraps of lunch, we returned to our homes. Although we still had an hour or so of free time remaining, we'd decided that we never wanted to risk being late and lose the opportunity for these excursions.