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Hey there! To my surprise, I actually managed to get the next chapter out quite quickly! Woop! It's got more sex (yay!), more drama (yay!) and more... er... interesting stuff in, so enjoy!

Hunter didn't take a shower, like Fynn had, but instead worked frantically to clear up the cum stains on his bed sheets and his shirt. Rubbing didn't work... he eventually, by some sick conclusion, settled for licking it off. "Oh, gross!" He howled half way through - how could anybody stand the taste of this stuff? It was horrible!

But it got the job done, though he had to use one of his socks to dry himself off. The stains were no longer visible. Fynn returned a few minutes later, his hair still wet. Hunter looked down at him. "Where are the showers?"

"Second door on your left."

"What about towels?"

"Already in there."

There was a pause. Hunter didn't need a shower, but asking was preferable to more silence. "What are we supposed to do today?"

"Get to the breakfast hall in about ten minutes. Just follow me, and keep quiet."

Hunter considered confessing his dream the previous night... but, much as he hated to admit it, he didn't imagine it being met with much excitement. Fynn didn't strike him as a particularly friendly boy. "Ok." Hunter nodded.

What felt like an hour of harsh quiet followed. Fynn didn't seemed to want any form of conversation, and Hunter was too scared of him to start one up. To his relief, Fynn eventually jumped to his feet and said "Right, come on," before leading Hunter outside.

They weren't the only ones who were heading for breakfast. Dozens of boys and girls were leaving their rooms in deadly silence. Hunter couldn't help noticing how gaunt some of them looked - bloodshot eyes, matted fur and empty eye sockets. Even Fynn didn't look that down! In fact, compared with the rest, Fynn was almost... normal.

In order to get breakfast, the patients had to grab a tray and line up, taking it in turns to take whatever food they fancied before it ran out. The lineup consisted of porridge (which was far too dry), cold toast (with no butter) or cereal (with no milk). Every person in the line, Hunter noticed, was careful to stay a good distance away from each other.

"Don't they have any milk?" Hunter asked Fynn, who was stood in front of him, but he didn't get an answer. Hunter felt a sudden, compassionate urge to hop forwards put a paw on his shoulder for comfort... any excuse to get closer to him.

Unexpectedly, an answer came from behind. It was a high pitched voice that reminded Hunter of the 'nails on the chalkboard' treatment. "Naw, they never gots' any milk, they don't! Bloody annoying, init?"

Hunter looked behind him. It was a dark grey mouse who had answered. He was wearing a thin white T-shirt, a ripped pair of jeans and was barefoot. He was quite heavily built, despite being no older than seventeen. "You new 'ere then?" The mouse asked.

"Yeah. I'm Hunter."

"Ah, cool beans! Me names' Darren. How long you here for?"

"Until they think I'm cured, I guess..."

"Ah, well, you gots' a long wait. By the way," he lowered his voice, and pointed at Fynn, "be careful of that one. He aint' broken down like the rest o' these faggots, but he sure aint' normal either. Somethin' strange 'bout him."

"Why?"

"Fuck knows! C'mon kid, let's go sit down."

Hunter blinked. He looked over at Fynn, and was surprised to see the panther sitting on his own. He was toying with a piece of toast, but didn't seem to want to eat it. "Actually, I was gonna' go sit with Fynn..."

Darren laughed. "Him?! Come on! He aint' interested in you!"

"It's nothing to do with interest! He just... looks lonely."

Darren rolled his eyes. "Ah, fuck him. His choice - you wanna' stay sane in this place, you gotta' stick with the people who aint' dead in spirit yet!" He smiled proudly. "Like me."

"Thanks," Hunter wasn't impressed, "but I still think I'm gonna' sit with Fynn." Without offering the mouse another word, he strolled off. He heard him muttering, but paid him heed. Something about the mouse really bugged him.

"Hey!" Hunter said enthusiastically as he sat down beside Fynn, who looked totally startled by his arrival.

"You're sitting next to me?"

"Yeah!"

"...Why?"

Hunter blinked. "Do you not want me to?"

"No! I do!" Fynn insisted. It was the first time he'd sounded at all interested in Hunter's presence. "You're the first."

"Nobody ever sits next to you?"

"Nope."

"Why?"

"Dunno'."

They ate in silence. Several times, Hunter could've sworn he heard Fynn draw in breath, as if preparing to say something, but no words came out.

"I'm sorry..." He eventually said.

Hunter frowned. "Sorry for what?"

"Being a bit of a jerk to you last night. I was in a bit of a bad mood. Dr Miles is mad at me, again. For what it's worth, I'm glad I've got a new roommate."

Hunter blushed. "Wow... thanks. What happened to your old-"

"This place is crazy!" Fynn interrupted him. "You take any sane, gay teenager and put them in here for a month, they'll loose it. It's like a poison, and there's no cure."

"I'm sure there's a cure somewhere. It can't be that bad!"

"It is..." As though on cue, somebody sat down opposite the pair. Half expecting Darren, Hunter looked up and felt his heart skip a beat - it was Dr Miles.

"You two, watch your proximity." He said to them both sternly. Fynn and Hunter immediately edged their stools away from each other. "Better. Now then, Hunter, how did you sleep?"

"Ok, sir."

"Good. Now, normally, I'd give you a personal tour, but... eh, things are very hectic. Some of our security staff have gone missing, so we're quite understaffed. Regardless, I'm giving you the day to yourself - to explore."

"Thanks, sir."

Fynn snorted. "Why don't you just stick a knife in his head and get it over with, doctor?"

Hunter gasped. How could he have said something like that?! With the amount of rules and punishments that seemed to hang about this place, surely such a comment would get him in serious trouble!

But, curiously, Dr Miles took almost no notice. "Go to your room Fynn, now. Stay there for the rest of the day. You can think about what you said whilst you go hungry."

Both Dr Miles and Fynn stormed to their feet at the same time. There was more than just hatred in Fynn's eyes... it was loathing. A similar kind of disgust for Fynn seemed to radiate from Dr Miles.

"Wait!" Hunter ran after Fynn once he was sure Dr Miles was out of sight. "Hey, come on!"

His next action was... more instinctive than intentional. He hadn't been thinking. He caught up with Fynn and, in a wild move, jerked his paw forwards and grabbed hold of Fynn's, and tried to pull him back. Fynn's every muscle tensed. His head whirled around with lightning speed, and his wide eyes met with Hunter's - he looked terrified. He stared down at their connected paws, as though too petrified to move.

Hunter, realizing his mistake, made to let go of his paw... but Fynn held him tighter. Just for a second. A great conflict seemed too erupted in his mind, but the poison eventually overcame. He slapped Hunter's paw away and, without so much as a glance, stormed out of the hall.

"You should'nt 'ave done that, Hunter," came a familiar voice from behind.

"Why's that?"

Darren moved around so that he was standing in front of him, his eyes narrowed. "Cos' you probably freaked the poor panther out! He aint' used to being... molested like that."

Hunter gulped. "I better go apologies to him." He tried to move away, but Darren blocked his path.

"Don't do that! Let him sulk... come with sit with me instead, yeah? I can handle being molested, unlike that kitten."

Hunter frowned. "Are you hitting on me?"

"Maybe..."

Hunter growled. He didn't take well to this. "Sorry, Darren, but I'm not here jus' so I can find a date! And I'm not gonna' risk breaking the rules for anyone - not you or Fynn." With that, he pushed his way past the mouse and chased after Fynn.

Hunter glanced cautiously inside their room first, to check that Fynn wasn't going to... lash out in anger or something. But, to his surprise, the boy was sitting upright on his bed, staring blankly at the dead television screen. Hunter entered the room and shut the door behind him, the sudden sound of which startled Fynn.

"Whoa!" He yelped, jumping to his feet. He had clearly been trying to hide something, but Hunter had already seen.

"Did you just have a paw down your pants?"

"No!"

"Yes you did!" I smiled. "I saw you!"

"No, I didn't."

Hunter wasn't convinced. "Oh really?"

"Yes, really!"

There was a moment's pause, in which time Hunter's eyes bore deeply into Fynn's, stripping down his defenses. Finally, when the panther was beaten, he caved. "Ok, fine! I had my paw down my front! You happy?"

"Well, yeah... actually." I blinked.

Fynn didn't seem to get the hint. "Well it's your fault. You got me all... worked up in the hall, with all your... touching... and shit!"

Hunter, desperate to come away with the truth, decided to take a more seductive approach. He widened his eyes and lowered his chin to the ground, but kept his eyes locked with Fynn's. "Didn't you like that?"

"I did like it, and that's the problem! I'm not allowed to like it! I wanted to cry out to the world over how much I want to hold you!" Fynn's temper and his volume had risen again. Hunter backed away; fully aware of the emotion this boy was capable of throwing at him. "But it would've been useless - just more cries in vain!"

"Fynn, relax!"

"I can't! I can't disguise the look inside my eyes! The more I try to look away the more I'm staring!"

Hunter frowned. Why was Fynn getting so worked up over this? "Dude, it's ok! So you like me? Big deal! That's the way it's supposed to work!"

Fynn shook his head. "No, it's not!" He yelled, advancing menacingly. Hunter backed to the door, ready to jump out and escape if he needed to. He didn't want to be here when the boy's fury erupted onto him!

But Fynn seemed to realize what he was saying. A guilty, sorrowful expression fell upon his face. "Sorry..." He whispered, avoiding eye contact. "It's just been a while since anyone connected with me..."

"Physically?"

"Yeah. I was just scared we'd get caught. They'd do horrible things to us if we did."

Hunter edged cautiously closer. "Well, we won't get caught! Besides, I figure you could do with some relief." He smiled. "All I did was hold your paw for a bit, and you had to run in here and jerk off over it?"

"Yeah. I guess... I like you."

"I like you too."

There was an awkward pause. Neither party was courageous enough to make the next obvious step. Eventually, it was Fynn who spoke up. "So, what do we do about this? I mean... it'd be stupid to just ignore it!"

Hunter wanted to edge closer - hell, embrace the boy! He didn't want to do anything that might upset him again, however. How could he initiate something when he was too afraid of the consequences? He'd have to convince Fynn to make the first move. "Well, I'm guessing it's been a while since you messed around with anyone?"

"Ages!"

"So you'll need some practice, then?"

"...I guess. What are you getting at?"

Hunter smiled. "Just think of me as your... toy. You can do whatever you want with me, and I won't fight back."

Fynn's eyebrows rose. There was a glint of triumph in his eyes. "Whatever I want?"

"Yup!"

"And you won't fight back?"

"Not at all."

With a victorious intake of breath, Fynn puffed up his chest and crossed his arms. "Fine, you got a deal." There was a pause. "You can start by undressing."

"Everything?"

"Yup!"

Hunter hesitated. Surely, if somebody walked in on them, they would just assume that he had been changing his clothes? They weren't allowed physical contact, but the rules had said nothing about being naked around each other. "Ok, I'll strip for you."

Fynn grinned at him, and hopped onto the bed, setting with his legs crossed. "Do it slowly!"

Hunter nodded, and shifted over to the middle of the room. Without pausing for thought, he crossed his arms over and grabbed the bottom of his shirt. He tugged it over his head, so that only his black-furred belly button and silky stomach could be seen. Feeling extremely stupid, with his shirt covering his eyes, he hurried ripped the thing off.

"Whoa..." Fynn whistled. "Do you work out?"

Hunter laughed. He was hardly 'work-out' quality. He muscles were quite undefined, and his shoulders not nearly as broad as he hoped they would be. His arms held enough muscle to make him look cute-skinny, not sickly-skinny. "A little."

Fynn leant back, clearly enjoying the sight. All panthers were the same - you could tell if they liked what they could see, because their smile curled in such a way that the front two fangs were visible. "Well, it looks like you do."

"Was that a compliment?"

"It might've been..."

They both laughed. Hunter was trying to hide the act that he was both incredibly cold and incredibly nervous. He'd messed about with a guy before (in fact, that was what had landed him here in the first place), but not quite this intensely. Eager to share body heat, Hunter unzipped his fly and parted the zip, enough to expose the bright blue briefs he wore... plus the significant bulge underneath them.

"Wait!" Fynn suddenly jumped up, and took a step towards him. "I just wanna' do something before you take those off..." He said. Quite unexpectedly, he curled his left paw around Hunter's neck and tugged him into a kiss. It was such a boyish, childish kiss... there was no tongue involved. Their lips just harmlessly glanced off each other, warmly mixing their scents together. It wasn't much, but it got the two of them purring.

"That was random." Hunter laughed when the two separated. The kiss only lasted a few seconds.

"I know. Think of it as like... a test run."

Hunter was speechless. He'd just kissed him for real! Not just in a stupid dream! He'd kissed the actual Fynn! He couldn't stop smiling.

"What?" Fynn asked, noticing his ecstasy.

"Oh, it's nothing. Well, I kinda' had a sex dream last night, with you in it."

Fynn's eyes lit up. "Oh my god! Really?"

"Yeah. It's kinda'... the reason I like you so much."

"What happened in it?"

Hunter hesitated. "Umm, we were lying in my bed, under the covers. We were kissing and... well, you made me cum."

"How?"

"By... jerking my thingy. You know."

Fynn blinked. "Your thingy?" He laughed. "You mean this?" In one quick movement, the boy had taken his other paw, rubbed Hunter's stomach with it and then pushed it down the front of his boxers. Hunter gasped. Fynn had a good hard grip around the base of his swelling member, and was molesting it with a warm hunger.

"Uh, yeah... that thing." Hunter blushed. "Shouldn't you take your paw out of there now?"

"Aww!" Fynn cooed mockingly. "But I like it down there! You've got a nice dick... it's all warm and hard, and stuff! I think I can feel your pulse!"

Hunter wrapped his arms around Fynn's waist, holding him closer. His middle section tingled with anticipation, hardly daring to imagine what Fynn was going to do next. As it happened, Fynn took his paw out of Hunter's pants and tugged both his jeans and his boxers down to his thighs. Hard as a rock, just under seven inches and proud, Hunter blushed deeply as his manhood was totally exposed. "Aww, look at you!" Fynn licked his lips. "I really wanna' suck you."

Hunter shivered. "Why don't you, then?"

"Cos' I want you to suck me first!" Fynn's grin became slightly wicked. Hunter was surprised at how dominant he was - he wouldn't have expected it.

"Get your cock out then." He whispered back, nipping the other panther's neck. Obediently, Fynn pulled away and easily slipped his own jeans down to his knees - they were very loose, and he wasn't wearing a belt. Practically shaking with exhilaration, Hunter dropped down to his knees and shuffled in front of Fynn, his face only inches away from his boxers. The bulge underneath them was... huge...

"Sure you wanna' do this?"

"Very. Tell me if you're about to cum, though."

"Why?"

"I jus' don't wanna' swallow it. That stuff tastes disgusting."

"Aww, please?" Fynn rubbed his ears soothingly. "I'll swallow yours if you do! Anyway, it tastes great!"

"Ugh, tempting... but no."

Fynn snorted. "Ok, how about this..." He ruffled Hunter's hair with his paw. There was something about the way Fynn stood over him... it was almost dominant, and it really turned Hunter on. "You suck me until I nearly cum, then let me cum inside you?"

"In my butt?"

"Yeah!"

Hunter would've refused, but he was too aroused. "I like the sound of that." He nodded. He was eagerly rubbing Fynn's hard manhood through his underwear, his insides screaming to have it in his mouth.

"Start sucking it then boy!"

Those were the only words of encouragement he needed. Hunter could've picked up the scent of two highly aroused panther boys from a mile off. He grabbed hold of Fynn's boxers and tugged them down, eyes rising at the thing that greeted him. He had been right - it was fucking huge. Practically pulsing in front of him, Fynn's dick had to be a decent eight inches long at least! And it was thick... really thick. If Hunter had held six pens together, their combined width might've come close.

"How the fuck am I meant to fit that-" Hunter began, but Fynn had impatiently pulled his head forwards, and his red hot cockhead rubbed against the side of his cheek. Wow, it was really warm, in a comfortable kind of way! Hunter seized hold of its base and, deciding it would be more fun to tease the boy, graciously tasted the underside of Fynn with his tongue. It didn't taste of anything... just sensitive skin. Meh. Far from complaining, Hunter took a much bigger, more generous mouthful - he closed his lips around a good inch or two of panther cock and, whilst licking what he could of the head, draw back slowly.

Fynn's moan made him smirk. "Wow, when was the last time somebody did this to you?"

"Fucking... ages..."

Hunter got the message. The slightest touch would probably have the panther shivering with bliss, so he took his time. He used his tongue, rather than his lips, to craft the right amount of pressure on his dick, moving from one side to the other. Taking a deep breath, he dived forwards, with his mouth open, careful not to touch anything with his teeth.

But the response he got was great! Fynn mumbled something incoherent and, ruffling Hunter's hair with encouragement, started smoothly thrusting into his mouth. Hunter got the message - he prepared himself, and swallowed down a massive portion of kitty cock. He lapped at with his tongue, feeling it tense and squirm in his mouth with pleasure.

"Can't believe... I'd forgotten... how good this is..." Fynn murred soothingly. "Ah... jus' keep... doin'... that."

Hunter would've answered, but his mouth was full. He edged closer, so that the purring in his chest would vibrate them both. He tightened his paw's grip around Fynn's base and began pumping it, without loosing focus on his main task. He made a very quiet humming sound, hoping that the extra warmth would bring him that much closer to blow spunk in his throat. He'd forgotten their deal already, lost in the hypnosis of sucking Fynn's dick.

"Ah!" Fynn grabbed hold of Hunter's hair and pulled him away. Hunter tried to resist, suddenly desperate to have that cock in his mouth.

"Why'd you stop me? I wanna' taste your cum now!"

"Another time. Remember I deal? I get to cum in your cute little butt this time around!" Fynn was smiling. He pulled Hunter up to his feet and kissed him, this time with tongue. It was a more passionate kiss than their previous... Fynn's tongue all but molested Hunter's.

"I forgot. Do you still wanna' do it?"

"Hell yes!" Fynn licked the tip of Hunter's nose, pulling the two of them together. Their hardened panther cocks rubbed hungrily against each other. "I'm gonna' fuck you so hard, you're gonna' be walking like-"

"Ok, ok! I get it!" Hunter laughed.

"Not a fan of dirty talk?"

"Not really... I'd rather you jus' did the deed already." He raised his eyebrows suggestively.

"Fine!" Fynn exclaimed. He suddenly grabbed Hunter's sides and threw him, very dominantly, onto the bottom bunk of the bed. Hunter dropped over his jeans as he fell, and landed on his stomach in a heap. Dazed, he tried to push himself to his feet, but Fynn was upon him - he grabbed each of his paws and pinned him roughly to the bed. Hunter grinned wickedly and arched as back. He could feel Fynn's dick poking him.

"Ready?"

"Yeah..."

"Sure? It's probably gonna hurt-"

"Shut up and fuck me! Call yourself a panther?!" I teased. That was a mistake.

"You asked for this!" Fynn nipped Hunter's ear, then stood up. Hunter held his breath, his breaths long and deep. Behind him, he heard Fynn spit onto his paw, then yelped as he spread his spit across his tail hole.

"Hey! What the hell?"

Fynn smirked. "You didn't think you'd be able to take eight inched of pure panther in you without lube, did you?" He cooed. "You're so naïve... it's kinda' sweet."

Hunter shrugged. "Fair point."

"You bet." Fynn grabbed hold of Hunter's tail and forced it upwards. Hunter had to admit... he felt slightly vulnerable. He was putting his total trust in Fynn. But, as it turned out, it worked for the best - that same panther cock Hunter had recently had in his mouth felt great around his hole. Fynn rubbed the edges of his butt with the tip of his dick, placing one paw around his waist, and then pushed his dick into Hunter.

"Ouch!" Hunter yelped. Fucking hell that hurt! He resisted the urge to pull away, but couldn't stop all his muscles tensing.

"Just try and relax!" Fynn whispered soothingly in his ears. "I'll stop if it hurts too much again."

"No, its fine... you've just got a massive cock, is all."

Fynn seem to glow with pride. "Yeah, I know." With the brief interval over, Fynn thrust forwards again. Hunter's growls got louder and deeper - he felt every inch of his dick sliding into him, but totally lost in the passion of letting another boy so close to.

Hunter briefly worried that their scent would be detectable outside... but he passed the thought out of his head. He didn't care! He was drunk with arousal! Fynn had managed to fit every pulsing inch of his dick into him, and the sensation was amazing. The feeling of another panther driving hard into his backside wasn't the greatest thing though... there was another feeling, one that toyed with his deepest emotions. It was like a warm teddy bear that only his wildest imagination could produce, and it took the form of Fynn. All he wanted to do was hold it, kiss it and lay butt-naked with it! That tender warmth... was it love? Who knows!

"Ugh, jeez..." Fynn grunted. To his surprise, Hunter suddenly felt himself filling with panther hot cum. He could sense it clogging up in his guts, adding a loving affection and a warm comfort to his insides. He had been so focused on the commotion in his butt, that he hadn't been paying attention to his own throbbing manhood. It was only when that started spraying goblets of his own spunk onto the cushions, and all over his fur, that his feral moans became so loud Fynn had to clump a paw around his mouth.

Hunter yelped as Fynn pulled out of him. He rolled onto his back, totally spent, and shut his eyes. God, he could fall asleep right here... he was exhausted. Fynn lay down next to him, and the two embraced. No amount of sex or drugs could possibly create the same feeling he felt in his heart - his very soul seemed to ache with warmth over Fynn's presence.

"How do you feel?" Fynn whispered soothingly in his ears, clambering on top of the two.

"Tired... really tired."

"Do you love me?"

Hunter opened his eyes. "Yeah, I do love you... but-"

"Shh," Fynn grinned. "That's all I wanted to hear."

Hunter yawned. "I didn't realize sex was so exhausting."

"Well, that was a pretty passionate session. We'll have to do that again!"

"Sure, but next time you suck my dick, then I'll fuck you."

"Heh, you got it Hunter." He pulled the sheets over them both. Technically it was still early morning, but the pair were so worn out... "Are you a virgin?"

Hunter burst into fits of hysterical laughter. "Do you realize how fucking stupid that question is?"

"I mean before today, idiot! Were you a virgin?"

"Umm... yeah."

"So I was your first?"

"Yeah."

"Aww!" Fynn kissed his cheek. "I feel so special!"

"Heh..." Hunter yawned again. "Still think this place is like a poison?"

"Yeah, it is. It always will be, but..." he purred into Hunter's chest, "I just found the cure."

Outside the door, Darren stood with his arms crossed and his tail curled around his waist. Nobody should ever underestimate a mouse's sense of smell - he could pick up two mating panthers from several miles off. And he recognized the scent of these two. Without blinking, the mouse stared at the closed door. Room 411. It was two rooms away from his, room 409.

With a venomous hiss, he spun around on his heals and marched away.

Part three will be delayed - I'm putting a lot of thought into continuing Teenagers, so bear with me!

Toodle-pip xxx