Luna and the Sun chapter 3 – The Peregeum The wind is howling like a wolf, and the rain is falling heavily. The pilot of the huge helicopter can barely keep his aircraft afloat as he struggles his way through the storm towards the oil field, far out in the northern seas. 24oil workers are on board, along with a surprising passenger. The cat swears to herself, trying to keep her paws warm, as it is bitterly cold. The chopper has no ventilation, and thus the temperature is the same as it is outside the protective hull, a few centimeters of metal and glass is all that stands between her and certain death. It is so rainy and foggy outside that she cannot even see the lights of the oil rigs far off in the distance, despite it being well into the early morning and pitch black. The cat shivers, her paws feeling like icicles. <> the pilot announces over the speakers. The cat is occupied with her own thoughts. That blasted husband of hers has jumped on the cold opportunity to take her daughter for a few more days. Well, one of them. Its not like she cares about her second daughter. Her heart is as freezing as the storm they are flying through. The cat snarls as she pulls her phone out. Might as well send a text whilst waiting for the idiot of a pilot to land this goddamn hunk of junk. The goddamn hunk of junk she herself personally routed for when the subject of new helicopters was brought up to the management in the company. She slowly and carefully types out the text and sends it on its merry way. Suddenly, the entire chopper starts shaking very violently. Alarms are going off, the pilot can be heard swearing through the window separating the cockpit form the passengers’ cabin. The chopper starts to fall rapidly towards the black seas below. The cat is barely even affected by this. Its not like she has not experienced this before. But a loud bang shaking the chopper causes even her to start panicking, as the chopper suddenly starts rotating around uncontrollably, and they fall towards the seas. One of her subordinates just across her seat begins praying in Arabic, whilst prayers in Hebrew can be heard from the triplets further down her row. There’s no God for the cat to seek comfort in. She closes her eyes, and hopes, that the pilot can get the chopper back under control. But it falls further… Luna wakes up with a startle in her classroom. All her classmates are looking towards her, with a mixture of surprise and laughter plastered on their faces. Her teacher, Mr. Carlington, are standing in front of her. <> he asks her. She expected him to be angry, but instead he speaks with a worried voice. <> she asks, confused. She has never fallen asleep in class before. <>. <> Luna responds, calling her teacher by his first name, to the great annoyance of Mr. Carlington, but he pays it no mind after having his pupil pass out on him out of no-where. A quick check up later, and Luna is let go by the school’s nurse. Despite thorough checking, and the fact that she just mysteriously fell unconscious face first on her desk, the nurse could find nothing wrong with the vixen. The nurse sent a notice to the school’s gym teacher though, telling him to have Luna take it easy during the classes, and not to be pushed as hard as he usually pushes his pupils. This annoyed Luna though, she liked her gym classes, especially when they were due to practice for the cannonball tournament which are to start in a few weeks. But she guessed its better to be safe, than sorry. The rumor that she had passed out on her desk quickly spread out throughout the rest of the grades on her school, and by lunch time, she had mammals and reptiles literally lined up to check up on her. Asking her how she was, if she felt uneasy, and if she felt ill prior to passing out. By the fifteenth mammal, Luna got tired of the questions, and ran to hide in the school yard. She spent the rest of the lunch break there, eating the lasagna the cafeteria had cooked up in secret by herself. Though she were not able to hide from one of her friends. Frederic, an otter boy about her age and in her class, who spent no less than 2minutes looking for her, as he knows all her hiding places on the school’s grounds. <> he asks her with joy in his voice. <>. <>. Jessica was a girl otter, whom Luna swears Frederic has a crush on. <> Luna tells her friend. Frederic merely smiles, as he sits down besides her. Frederic grabs his satchel, which he always carries with him, and pulls out 2very smelly, and very dead-looking, trouts. He eats them raw. Luna feel herself gag at the sight of the otter eating like a wildling right there besides her, but she respects her friend enough not to comment on it. The blood from the fish splatters all over the young boys’ shirt. <> she says to her friend as he finishes up the first of the two fish. <>. <>. Frederic ignores her as he starts chewing at the head of the second fish, this one a real big one, almost the size of his arm. The young otter can barely even keep the fish still enough to eat it. How he carried the thing to school is beyond Luna. And how he was able to even eat the whole fish, fins and all, is a mystery that Luna does not even want to begin to think about. Strange mammals indeed they are, the otters. The two spend the next few minutes talking about their plans for the upcoming weekend, with Frederic talking about his family’s plans to swim to Denmark, and from there to Great Britain, while Luna talks about the plan Mrs. Catwiks had to bring the three of them to Japan. She skips over the detail that Mrs. Catwiks had to leave for her job, and that the trip to Japan thus probably will never happen. Its about just than that Luna notices how close Frederic all of a suddenly sits to her. She briefly considers whether she should talk to him about it, as he is nearly sitting on her lap by now, but the school bell’s call rips the both of them out of their thoughts. The next class was the history classes. Their teacher, Mrs. Woldenround, spent 90minutes taking her pupils from the start of the First World War, all the way until the fall of the Fifth Reich, which concluded the Second World War, which spanned over 30years of history. Mrs. Woldenround, was so engaged and enthusiastic about her subject that her teaching imprinted itself into the minds of even Luna, whose not really that interested in history. The lemming looks like a dwarf compared to her pupils who are primarily in the mid-to-large classes of mammals, but Luna and her classmates all respect her just as much as they respect the other teachers. The class was dismissed at the sound of the school bell, marking the beginning of the last recess of the day. Only one more period of class now before they would be allowed to go home for the day. Which happened to be the gymnastics. Luna and her classmates spent the recess preparing for their gym class; the gym teacher has a reputation for being hard on his pupils, and he does not hesitate to yell at them if they perform poorly. By the time the school bell rung, Luna and her classmates were lined up and ready for the gym class to commence at the gymnastics hall. Some of the more enthusiastic pupils had taken the chance to change into their gym suits during the recess, but Luna was one of many who chose not to do so. They all knew that their gym teacher, Mr. Ulverom, would be stressed to all hells, seeing he would at best have thirty minutes. He had insisted to the headmistress that his pupils need more time for the gymnastics during class, but she refused, fearing heatstroke, as none of the mammals are capable of sweating. It has happened in the past, and one pupil of another school even died after suffering a heatstroke during a football match. So, one period for a total of 30minutes and an added 20minutes for the pupils to shower and get ready to take the bus home, was all he got, much to his fury. <> the intimidating voice of Mr. Ulverom can be heard from behind. Luna and pretty much everyone else turns around to see their teacher walking towards them. Just as they predicted, he looks very stressed out. His ears are drooped, and his tail is held high in frustration. The pupils all change into their outfits and begin warming up in the hall. <> Mr. Ulverom yells with a thundering voice as he enters the hall with two foam balls in his paws. The class divides into two teams, the boys in one team, the girls in the other team. Luna is about to join the girl team, when Mr. Ulverom orders her to the bench. An unlucky boy is told by the teacher to join the girls’ team to replace Luna, so that the boys does not have an unfair advantage. Luna watches with disgruntlement as the class clashes together in a wild frenzy of a cannon ball match, each team hunting one another down like wildlings. Luna’s thoughts quickly begin to wander off. It wanders off, to what happened yesterday. How she had seen her babysitter and secret love interest strip down in front of her. How she had suckled him. How she had swallowed whatever fluids he squirted out. The taste, fresh in her memory. The mere thought of Chris causes her to begin panting, and she feels a strange feeling spreading throughout her body. A feeling she cannot quite put her finger on. The feeling she feels whenever she sees a cute boy. What did her “mother” call it again? Luna cannot remember the word, but she does remember it starts with an L. The class pass by in a breeze, and before Luna knows it, the bell rings from the school, signalizing that the day is over for today. Luna sighs, and is grateful for the fact that her day did not turn out as boring as she feared it would be, although she was annoyed by the fact that she could not participate in cannonball. She picks her stuff up and decides to just run to the bus in her gym outfit. The ride home felt like an eternity for the girl. Frederic took the same bus as her, and the two of them spent the bus ride talking. Frederic insisted on talking about the most recent superhero movie that had been released. Luna is not really interested in superheroes, but she’s too kind to change the subject of their conversation, so she just plays along with her friend, who seems to be oblivious to her obvious lack of interest. Ten minutes after leaving the school, the bus stops outside her house. Frederic lives on the outskirts of town, so he still has 40minutes of travel ahead of him. Luna says goodbye to him and disembarks. The joy she has felt throughout the day is instantly drained out of her as she turns to face the house, she unfortunately has to call her home. The horrible yellow color of the house only serves to remind her of Mrs. Catwiks. Her tail instantly falls down, and her ears droops. She’s not looking forward to seeing Mrs. Catwiks again. But to her surprise, its not her mother she meets when she opens the door, but rather, its Chris. <> she practically screams in joy at the sight of the silvery fox. Chris is startled by her yelling, but quickly calms down when he sees who it is. <>. Chris can see Luna’s dumbfounded expression and answers her question before she can even ask them; <>. Luna could not even believe this. Four more days without her mother, together with Chris? She could feel her body fill with jitter and energy. <> she asks after having walked to her room to drop her school bags. <>. <> Luna asks. <>. Luna is on the verge of crying, but Chris’ presence comforts her enough not to show it. <> Chris asks the girl, and Luna tells him about her day. She skips over the fact that she passed out and had to go to the nurse’s office though, and she lied about the cannonball, making up a story of how she had owned the match. Chris smiled as she told him about her day, cutting in with a comment or two of his own every now and then. The two of them eventually moved to the living room, where Chris turned on the massive flatscreen. Mrs. Catwiks had entrusted him with the passwords to all her media and entertainment accounts on one of the previous babysitting jobs she had given him, and thus he soon found a cartoon show he turned on. Luna tried to watch the show for a few minutes, but her mind kept clouding up. Chris in the meantime pulled out his phone and began texting with his friends. His little brother had also sent him a bunch of texts, which he answered. Mainly explaining to his brother that he would stay at the Catwiks’ place for a few more days. Luna quickly grew bored of watching the TV. As the minutes passed by, the girl just got more and more bored, not even bothering to watch the cartoon being played. <> Chris asks her, seeing her boredom plastered on her face. Luna instantly beams up at the suggestion and nods her head. The two of them quickly walk down the stairs to the showers and begin to strip down. Luna is not shy at all and swiftly strips herself of all her clothing. Chris has his back turned on her while she does this, busy rummaging through a basket used for swimming suits. He could swear he put his swimming trunks here yesterday. But no matter how much he tries to find them, even flipping the thing upside down and spilling its contents onto the tiled floor, his trunks are nowhere to be seen. <> he says as he gets back up on his feet, having kneeled down to go through the basket’s contents. He lets out a huff of frustration. Chris not being able to find his trunks, caused Luna a bit of worry for a split second. No trunks mean no swimming. Right? Unless… <> she asks. Chris turns around to look at her. The girl standing there right in front of him, not a thread on her body. Chris knows it would be highly inappropriate, especially considering what happened not 24hours ago. His thoughts are racing at this point. He’d really, really prefer it, if he could find his swimming trunks. But than again, he would not like to disappoint Luna, knowing how much she loves to swim. So, he decides to hell with it. <>. Luna beams up with joy, know that they’d get to swim despite the lack of swimming trunks. But deep down, there’s something else that causes her joy. Se cannot put her finger on it, but her thoughts instantly travelled to what had transpired yesterday between her and Chris. The mere thought about seeing Chris naked caused her pulse to start racing. Luna excitedly runs to the shower, letting out sounds of joy as she does so, and telling Chris to hurry it up. Chris sighs, and takes a deep breath, before he begins to strip himself of his clothing, and walks to the shower. Luna is already busy showering, her fur white with the foam from the soap. Chris walks to the shower opposite to Luna, turning his back to her, trying to keep his eyes off her body, and his thoughts away from yesterday’s events, which kept popping back up in his mind. He starts lathering his fur with a highly foaming soap, which causes his entire form to be covered in a thick layer of white foam. Being a mammal with a very thick coat of fur, its important to the both of them to keep their fur clean, free from parasites, and soft enough that it wont turn into a chaos of knots and matts. Chris had a massive matt behind his right ear when he was younger, and it was not a comfortable experience, so he makes sure to use plenty of the soap. Soon his nose is filled with the scent of coconut and papaya. He turns off the water, so that he can spend a few minutes massaging the soap into his fur, ensuring that his entire coat is treated by it, not just his outer coat. It’s a hassle, but its something his gotten used to over the years. However, he got so occupied by massaging his fur, that he completely forgot where he was, and more importantly; he completely forgot about Luna showering behind him. Luna tried to talk to him as she massaged her own fur, but Chris did not respond. Luna, being still a kit, of course does not have the patience to properly treat her coat, so she just hastily soaps herself up, and then proceeds to thoroughly wash all the soap out of her fur. By the time she had turned the water off, satisfied with her work, Chris are still massaging the soap into his fur, paying particular attention to the nasty hair behind his ears. His so occupied, that he does not notice Luna walk closer to him. Nor does he notice something… Else. The warmth of the water, his thoughts on what had happened the day prior, had caused his penis to start peeking out of his sheath. Not by much, with just his tip showing out. Luna walks up to Chris, and she’s about to ask him if he is to finish up showering soon, when her eyes land on the very thing she had sucked on just yesterday. Her thoughts immediately focus solely and entirely on how she had sucked it. And swallowed some strange, salty fluid, that it shot out into her mouth. Her curiosity for experiencing it again got the better of her, and without thinking, she reached her paws out, and began squeezing the thing. Chris was instantly ripped out of his thoughts and jumped from the shock. <> he yells at her, a mix of shock and anger in his voice. Chris’ reaction takes Luna aback, and she gets scared that maybe she had hurt him. <> Chris blurts out, as his heart is racing from the shock, and a sense of a bit of panic. Luna, taken aback by his reaction, is barely able to stutter out; <>. A few seconds of awkward silence follows as Chris just looks at the girl in front of him. Her tail now tugged between her legs, and confusion plastered all over her face. Chris sighs. <> he says as he kneels down in front of the girl to get down to her eye level; <>. Luna sniffles a bit and rubs her eyes with her paw. <>. <> Chris says, struggling to find the right words, as he grabs a hold of Luna’s hand; <> Chris takes a deep breath, deciding that its better to just tell Luna the truth rather than come up with some tall tale like his own parents did back when he first discovered his sexuality; <>. Luna peeks up at the mention of the last word; <> she asks carefully. Chris’ heart is racing by now. His really uncomfortable with the situation his gotten himself into. But he decides he might as well take this all the way out; <> Luna is transfixed at what Chris is telling her by now, her own love beginning to surface; <> Chris takes the time to point down at Luna between her legs; <>. <> Luna interrupts him, her paws starting to trail her between her legs. Chris gulps down a bulge the size of his fist, and continues; <> Chris tries to find the correct word. <<… Some kind of a massage. And if they feel really good, the male will shoot a special liquid into the female, which can, if the female is ready for it, make a baby.>>. Luna can feel her heart racing by now. But there’s one question on her mind; <> she asks. Chris is taken back entirely by her question. <> he says, <> Chris pauses for a few seconds, thinking very much about what his about to say. But his firm on that the truth is the best way to go, and he decides to just say it as it is; <>. <> Luna suddenly speaks up, her voice aggressive and filled with fury, and her muzzle nearly biting Chris’ nose; <> Luna pauses, looking down into the floor; <>. Chris is taken aback, again. Not only by Luna’s sudden aggressive reaction and her swearing, but also her telling him straight up that she loves him. <> he tries to speak, but Luna puts her paw on his mouth, <> she tells him, tears now starting to well up in her eyes. Luna says no more as she starts walking towards the pool. Chris is left there alone, in shock. He turns on the water and starts rinsing his fur from the soap. He felt no joy anymore. Just a void. And an uncertainty as to what he should do from here. Luna was a tough girl, and he cannot even remember the last time he saw her cry. So, hearing her cry on her way out of the showers, and seeing her eyes well up like they had done right in front of him, caused an invisible knife to pierce his chest. Chris leans his paws on the tiled wall, the shower spraying the water onto his head and down his fur-covered body. How did he end up in this situation? Why could he not just get a normal babysitting day like he had on so many occasions in the past. But the thing that is the most painful to him, is seeing the pain in Luna’s eyes, and the massive disappointment she had so blatantly poured out on him, with her coming close to biting his nose in anger. But complicates this further, is that Luna is not just another kid his babysitting. Chris has known Luna for years now, having watched over her and her sister on numerous occasions. With Mrs. Catwiks having a high-end position in the oil industry, she is often abroad, and she always hires Chris as the babysitter. Chris cares for Luna, probably a lot more than he should as a babysitter. Not to the point of seeing her as his own family, but certainly a lot more than he would care for any of the other kits his babysitting, where he gets the job done, and he rarely if ever see the kits again. The water stops pouring as the timer on the shower head kicks in and cuts off the water supply, a fail-safe to prevent the water-bill from growing out of proportions. Chris groans as he walks over to the neighboring shower head, but the fail-safe has taken out the entire shower room. Chris knows from experience that it takes a few minutes for the showers to reset. So, he does not bother with the showers anymore, and heads for the pool. Luna is already busy swimming in the pool. Her naked form easily cuts through the water. Luna does not even acknowledge Chris’ presence, and ignores him when he tries to talk to her. Chris is quick to realize that Luna is probably pissed and decides its better to just leave her be until she gets to swim the frustration out of her body. An hour passes by, and the two of them does not speak a word to one another. Eventually though, Luna gets tired of swimming, and climbs the ladder out of the pool. She does not say a word, she does not even look at Chris, she just simply walks straight for the showers. Chris sighs, by now being attached to steel walls on two sides, pulling him in opposite directions, in terms of what he should do next. Despite everything he has said before, and despite knowing that what he has decided to do will be frowned upon and condemned if anyone were to find out about it, he decides to hell with it. Luna’s tears mix together with the clean water from the showers. The sensation of the warm water running through her fur brings her a sense of comfort, and joy. She’s still angry at Chris. Chris told her all this stuff that those who love one another does, only to reveal to her that they cannot do it. And he uses their age difference as an excuse. It broke her heart to be rejected like that. But Luna is not stupid. If Chris cannot be with her because of what everyone else would think about it, then that’s something she cannot change. She just cannot understand why this would be as wrong as Chris makes it sounds. Its not that Luna does not trust him, but what he just said about their “activities” being reserved for grownups only, made her very puzzled. Luna is torn out of her thoughts though as she can hear the paw steps of Chris approaching the showers. The wet splashing sounds from his paws hitting the floor resonating in the shower room. Luna does not bother to turn around to greet him like she normally would do. Their little conversation before had torn her heart in half. <> Chris starts speaking. <> Chris puts his paws on her shoulders and turns her around to face him. Her tears start to cease running down her cheeks as she looks him directly into his eyes. <>. This caused Luna to perk her ears up. The tone in his voice was that of a caring, concerned one. <> Luna responded. <> Chris asks Luna as he kneels down in front of her. Luna nods her head. <>. Luna looks up at him. His explanation does calm her down, but it also leaves her… empty. Despite being still very young, she’s not dumb, and her mind quickly makes the connection to forbidden love. Chris’ earlier words about this “secret” game or whatever one may call it, which is reserved for lovers only, leaves a gaping hole inside of her. As Chris walks past her to get to his shower, she turns around again. <>. Chris stops dead in his tracks. The tone in her voice told him this would be something he better listen to. <>. Chris tries his best to find an answer to her question, but for some reason, his completely stumped by her question, unable to find one. <> Luna asks him, breaking the silence; <>. Chris looks down at Luna. His not able to find any answer, having been stunned by how direct and open Luna has been about her intentions. But he has no time to think, as Luna suddenly reaches her paws out, and grabs a firm hold of his sheath. His body jolts from the sensation, but Luna holds her paws firm, even to the point of causing slight discomfort to Chris as his body gives a yank to his most private of parts. Before his even able to recover, Luna begins to squeeze and massage the entire thing, having already decided that if Chris is too scared to give her what she wants because of society, she might as well do it herself. She keeps a close eye on him though, as her fingers begins to squeeze their way into his sheath and start feeling the veined organ inside, not wanting to do anything which he shows any signs of being unwilling to do. But to her delight, Chris does nothing, that is, nothing except from standing there with his mouth agape, looking down at her. And at that moment, as Chris looks down at the girl with her paws firmly squeezed around his sheath and the tip of his cock, something looses up inside Chris, and he decides, what others does not know, won’t harm them. He moves his paws down to Luna and moves her paws around. He moves her left paw down to where his knot is starting to form, and the left paw he moves right to his tip. He then pushes his sheath all the way down, revealing his entire cock for Luna to see. <> Chris explains to the girl and illustrates his point by nudging her paw with his own. Luna eagerly does as she’s told, relieved to see that Chris is in on her very direct approach. Pleasure curses through Chris as Luna paws him off, the girl carefully squeezing his most intimate of body parts. Luna quickly learns that by squeezing that bulbous thing at the base of his cock, she can get some very interesting reactions from him, though his moaning and quiet words of encouragement keeps her busy. It only takes a minute or two of this treatment for Chris to reach his climax, and he squirts his white, potent cream, all over Luna’s face, who had kept herself directly on level with his crotch, and received the blast straight in her right eye. Luna is quick to use her paw to rub the gooey stuff away. She looks at it with curiosity, the stuff making her fingers all sticky. Chris just stands there while she plays with the sticky liquid, panting, his tongue hanging out of his muzzle, his pulse racing. He looks down at the girl, who simply smiles at him, now clapping her paws together in a slow, silent motion. Chris smiles back and leans down. He puts his paws underneath her shoulders and picks her up. It has been years and years since he last carried the girl in his arms, so her weight surprises him, but from some unknown place he found the strength to keep her in his arms, his muzzle quickly locking itself with hers, in a deep, passionate kiss. Chris even allows his tongue to enter her mouth, to start playing with hers. He carries Luna out of the showers and into the locker room, and over to one of the benches. He sets the girl down, the height of the bench now making her stand at eye-level with him. The two just stand there, looking one another deep in the eyes. Words are not needed, for the eyes of Luna alone speaks of here intense love for him, which kind of makes a shiver run down Chris’ spine, at the thought that such a young girl would have these intense feelings for him. The two spends a minute or two just standing there, looking at one another, saying nothing. Chris decides to break the silence and decides to hell with it all; <> he asks. Luna looks up at him with confusion, but soon realizes what his talking about; <>. Chris cannot help but smile at her referring to those naughty actions as a “game”. Chris thinks to himself. <> he merely answers here, adding a hint of uncertainty to his voice. Luna looks at him. <> she asks. <>. Luna beams with the biggest smile Chris has ever seen on her face; <> she answers eagerly. Chris feels his pulse go up a notch, and his sheath begin to tingle. He has already shot his load well, but he reckons he can get himself ready for a second round, albeit it will be painful. <> he tells her. Luna does not need to be asked twice and turns around. <>. Luna is confused at this but does as she’s told to do. Revealing her most sacred of body parts to Chris. Chris walks closer to her from behind and leans over her to kiss her on her neck. He playfully nibbles her, careful not cause her any harm. Chris trails his way down her back, kissing her and gently nibbling every now and then causing Luna to squeal every time his lips connects with her skin. The scent of Luna fills his nose, mixed in with the distinct scent of wet fur, the combination of which starts to become intoxicating to Chris, with the thought of what he is about to do. After what felt like forever, he had finally made his way down to her tail, which Luna had become too distracted by his kissing and nibbling to notice. Chris bore it no mind, as he gives Luna a firm hold of his paw to the section just above her tail, on her back. He brings both his paws there, before he starts massaging her. His rough paw pads sinking their way into her skin, sending a wave of powerful chills up her back, a sensation that Luna could not put her finger on now taking a hold of her young mind. Chris keeps his paws on her, as he finds his way underneath it with his face, digging his muzzle into the furless pair of lips that were to be found there. He gives them a quick lick, which causes Luna to gasp and let out a shriek of pleasure. Chris pays no mind to her reaction, as he locks his lips with those lips, now irresistible to his teenage mind. He begins to suck and lick at them, which causes Luna’s entire body to start shaking as every nerve in her body explodes in a sensation of pleasure unlike anything she had ever felt before. It was so much more intense than those few times she has touched herself down there, and her body quickly becomes so tensed up that she feels like she’s about to pass out or something. Chris is delighted by her reaction and intensifies his suckling of her most intimate of body parts, now sticking his tongue out to lick at her walls. Meanwhile, his right paw finds its way from Luna’s body to his shaft, which it swiftly begins to fap on, hoping to get some sign of life out of the already spent organ. Chris can feel a slight sensation of discomfort, having already shot a day’s worth of sperm across the girls’ face, but he closes his mind to the discomfort, and keeps on pumping himself. He wants to do this, for Luna. It does not take him long luckily, to get his shaft hard and ready. He releases the kiss he has with Luna’s lips, and gets back onto his feet, having had to kneel at one point. He leans over her form, and whispers into her ears; <> he asks her. Luna nods and answers with a low “yes”, mixed in with her intense panting and heavy breathing. Chris lifts her tail up further, before he takes a hold of his shaft, and guides it underneath her tail. He can feel the warmth of her lips touch his tip, and he takes a deep breath, before he starts pushing. She’s tight. Tighter than he has ever felt when jacking off. His tip slides in with a bit of resistance, but nothing too bad to cause him any alarm; he keeps a very close eye on Luna despite this. Luna gives no sign of any discomfort yet, so he keeps sliding himself in slowly. Carefully, and gently, barely even moving at all. The warmth of Luna’s vagina envelopes him and causes a shiver unlike anything he has ever felt before to run up his spine and to his head. Before long though, despite there being apparently no discomfort to Luna, Chris can feel the tip of his shaft hit something. <> he whispers into her ear, keeping himself perfectly still; <>. <> Luna interrupts her, her voice eager and filled with love. Chris needed no further affirmation from her and took a deep breath before he thrusted himself forward. He felt a slight jolt as his tip made its way through something soft and slimy that tried to keep him out but failed miserably. His muzzle instantly went wide open, and he could not help but let out a moan so loud, it caused Luna’s left ear to instinctively turn away from him, her sensitive sense of hearing screaming out with the sensation of a minor pain. Not unbearable, but still enough to be notable. Him pushing deeper into her did not cause her any more pain than just a sting cursing through her for a few seconds before it quickly subsided. Chris’ penis slid all the way inside the girl with one, effortless swoop, going all the way till the knot. Chris dared not push it any further than that, knowing very well that his knot were the same size as his fist, which was huge when compared to Luna’s small size. Chris kept himself deep inside Luna for several seconds, before his hips began to move back, slowly and painstakingly pulling him out of her. He kept going until just his tip was still inside, before he began pushing forward again. A little faster, but still slow. It did not take him long, before he began pulling out again. Luna was panting like her body was out in a 40degrees C desert, her entire body shaking in rhythm with the deepest and most intense breathing she had ever experienced. That thing of Chris’ pushing into her filled her body with an intense, new sensation, unlike anything she had ever felt before. It cursed through her in powerful pulses, each pulse causing her to gasp, and they clouded her vision and brain in a strange way she found enticing. By the third time Chris had pushed himself into her to the knot, the sensation of pleasure cursing through him had caused him to become bolder and more eager; thus his speed rapidly increased with the ensuing thrusts, the sounds of Luna’s gasps and moans encouraging him even further. He still made sure not to go too fast though; he did not want to accidentally push his knot inside Luna, which would most definitively cause her pain. Within a minute, he began to feel that familiar experience he had felt before; something began to brew inside him. It was a strange, pleasurable, sensation, starting in his crotch, before it spread to his balls. Before long, Chris knows it will be replaced by another one; one that will shoot up and out of the tip of his penis. He sped up his thrusting again, now going fast enough to cause a low, wet slapping sound, whenever his body pushed up against Luna’s back. He was now leaning his body upon her, going at it like a wildling would do it, his front paws now firmly holding onto the tiled wall in front of them. His weight pushed Luna down, causing her body to provide easier access for him. And at that moment, as his jaws by instinct grabbed a sharp hold of the tuft of Luna’s neck, he felt it. It began in his balls like a near-burning sensation, before it shot up his shaft. Luna moaned out louder than ever before, as she felt some strange, powerful pumps radiating from her inner body. Chris’ load was very sparse, but still big enough to cause a warm sensation to follow the pumping sensation. Chris kept himself inside of her for the entire duration of his pumping, which kept on going for over a minute, though his balls had run dry by the third pump; the rest were just plain old dry pumps, containing nothing but pleasure for the both of them. Each time his balls pumped, it caused his penis to throb, which was the thing causing Luna’s powerful sensation of pumps. 90seconds after it began, the pumps ceased. Leaving the two in a panting and moaning mess, as they enjoyed the afterglow of their mating. Chris did not knot Luna, and without the natural pumping of a female’s vagina, his knot quickly deflated, swiftly followed by the rest of his shaft. Before they had even gotten around to realize it, his shaft had retreated back into its sheath. Chris sat down beside Luna, who turned around and sat down with him. The two spent the next five minutes doing nothing but pant, their paws finding their way together. <> Luna is able to stutter in between her panting. Chris looked the girl over, spotting a hint of white leaking from between her legs. He got back up on his feet and lifted the girl up. He carried her to the showers, where they proceeded to clean themselves up a second time. The two did not say anything to one another as they showered, the both still not having recovered entirely from their earlier lovemaking session, and still panting. Chris made sure to wash all his sperm out of the girl’s fur. His touch caused the girl to giggle and moan lightly when he brushed over her nether region, washing away what he could. Droplets of sperm still made themselves known every few seconds though. After a few minutes of this, they returned to the locker room, and began drying their fur. Mrs. Catwik had invested in luxurious fur dryers; separate room whose walls were covered in dozens of tiny, little fans, all blowing warm, dry air onto whoever was standing in the room. A powerful fan on the roof, ensured that the room was provided with a continuous supply of dry, fresh air. The fans made short work of the water in their fur, and it took them no more than 5minutes to completely dry their fur off. They had to use separate rooms for this, which left them each to their own thoughts. Chris thought about what he had done; he could not tell anyone about this. No one. Regret and guilt flooded his body. Why did he let himself be convinced to do this? Why? But deep inside, he felt another emotion; one of love. Luna may have only been 8, but her mind was much, much more than that. Despite knowing her since she was a baby, Chris is still amazed by how mature she is. How thoroughly she thinks through her actions and words. But he knows that it cannot be, at least not publicly. It dreaded him, to even think about, what might happen as time slides by. He knows Luna well enough, to know that she will not forget this any day soon, nor will she relent at all on her insistence that she had shown him earlier, in terms of her love for him. If he could even call it love. Despite how mature her mind was, she was still a kit, and he was a 16year-old, soon to be 17. Their age span was huge. Luna on the other hand, could not think of anything besides Chris now. Her mind was still clouded from that strange game they had just played. Poor Luna still had no clue what they had done, to her it was nothing more than a game, a game played by grownups, a game whose winning prize would be a litter of babies. Chris had been very brief when he explained to her this whole thing. But whatever it was called, it had only served to strengthen her feelings towards him. Her entire mind was now focused on him only; how she wished. No, she did not wish; she DESIRED, to be with him. To hug him. To kiss him. And… To do what they had just done, again… NOTES: These are not canon! Consider them a bonus if you’d like She could feel that intense, strange, fluttering sensation again, that she had felt so many times before. Her mind was clouded and cluttered by it; her thoughts kept on going back to Chris, regardless of all the other things she tried to think about. Even as she stepped out of the fanning room, and began to dress up again, she found it very difficult to concentrate on doing even the simplest of tasks. Luna decided she’d find a new dress, as the one she used to come down to the pool had been dirty from her day in school. Mrs. Catwiks kept a few of her dresses in a closet, ready to be used. They were hopelessly too big for Luna to wear, but Luna knew Mrs. Catwiks kept on dress in particular that was no longer used by her, because it had become too small to wear. Luna mused, maybe she could get it to fit if she tightened it as much as she possibly could? She tried tying the ropes at the back of her dress, but she found her paws just fiddling around randomly, unable to even come close to tying the knots necessary to keep her dress properly in place. Chris eventually had to help her tie the ropes together, and she spent a minute or two properly fitting the dress to her body again. This dress was a far cry from the bland, yellow dresses, that Luna was used to. This dress had been specially designed by a famous tailor several decades ago and was a prized family heirloom. Luna knows deep down that if Mrs. Catwiks were to catch her in it, she’d be up to her knees in trouble. It bears a strong, red color as a kind of canvas, upon which the tailor has made some extremely intricate patterns. Luna looks at herself in a mirror, and she’s almost driven to tears by how beautiful she looks in the dress, even though she is too small for it, and has to take care when walking. Chris got dressed up as well, and the two of them soon made their way up the stairs back to the living room. Hours had passed since they went down there, and the sun had already begun to set outside, as Chris realizes that the clock is approaching 9PM. He tells Luna to go to her room, and he will bring her the afternoon food there. Luna lowers her head. Chris’ honesty certainly comforted her in her core, but it still annoyed her. An awkward silence follows after this, with Chris eventually deciding shower himself so that he can get his fur cleaned. Luna soon finishes up washing the thick soap from her fur, and as the cascade of water stops, she shakes her fur hard to get as much water as she can out of it. Chris had walked over to the shower opposite of her, and had his back turned to her. Mr. Ulverom’s yelling echoes through the hall, as he angrily confronts one of the girls for dirty play and expels the bunny from the game. The girl had apparently kicked one of the boys right in the crotch. Mr. Ulverom tried getting the boy back on his feet, but he had been kicked so hard that the pain turns out to be just too much. Mr. Ulverom, and orders Luna to help him bring the boy to the nurse’s office. Luna is still hopelessly lost in her thoughts about Chris but is quickly ripped out of them when she walks through the crowd, to see… <> she drops to her knees next to her friend, putting her paw on his forehead. The boy’s tears streams down his face, his paws stuck his crotch, as he gives out gurgily noises every now and then. Luna is furious. Who the hell even does this kind of heinous act? All girls know that its an absolute no-no to kick boys in their crotches and doing so can even result in expulsion from the school. But Luna has no time to take revenge or even condemn the event, she reaches her paw underneath Frederic’s shoulder, and with the help of Mr. Ulverom, she gets the boy on his feet. The pain cursing through the young otter is so unbearable, that he can barely even walk, his feet are shaking like jelly. What happened next turned into a blur for Luna. They brought Frederic to the Nurse’s.