When Era walked into the study room, neither of them acknowledge what happened the day before. Era still pulled a chair up to sit close to his side. Her yellow green eyes twinkled with playful energy, pupils drawn to bare slits beneath white fluorescent light. They started to read as normal, even if Lane’s heart raced at the sight of her, and he could feel his penis growing from its sheath. Era broke the silence first. “You were okay with what I did yesterday, right?” It caught Lane a little off-guard. “Of course.” He shrank a little in his seat. “I haven’t stopped thinking about it. Sorry I didn’t do anything for you. I should have, or-” He didn’t know exactly what he could have done for her, surely he had nothing worthy to offer in exchange for something that would surely go on to be a defining moment of his life. Era giggled. “It’s okay. I’ve wanted to try doing that for a while. Feeling you cum for me is more than enough.” She fondly rubbed his thigh but didn’t let her hand linger. They fell quiet again for a time, but again Era broached the conversation. “Can I ask you something kind of weird?” She kept her gaze focused on the book, but he didn’t remember her turning the page recently. “Yeah, okay.” “Do you masturbate?” Lane blinked in surprise. As a concept, he was aware of what it meant, vaguely. He shook his head. “Really? Like not at all?” Era turned the full force of her attention on him, and it took a moment to stop smiling into her eyes before he caught himself. “No. Is that weird?” “No! I mean, I’ve just heard that most boys- It doesn’t really matter. I was just curious.” Era gave him a reassuring smile, though she looked pleased. Her tail swayed with a certain self-satisfied pomp. “So was that the first time you ever-” The fur around her throat puffed up a little and her ears lowered conspiratorially. “You know, came?” The wet sensation of waking up flashed across his mind, but he wasn’t about to admit to that. Lane shrugged. “I-I guess so.” Era giggled. “Wow. No wonder you looked so out of it.” Her expression beamed with pride. No matter how she laughed at him, Lane never felt the butt of a joke, only filled with the warmth of her voice. Era leaned in closer. “You can always ask if you’d like me to do that again.” The familiar hot buzzing filled his chest. “R-Really?” “Of course. I enjoyed it quite a bit.” Her large eyes watched him expectantly, daring him. Lane squirmed in his seat but couldn’t quite make the words come out of his mouth even though she just offered, even though there was nothing in the world he wanted more in that moment. He shrank beneath her gaze, and his voice dropped to a whisper. “I kind of liked how you just went for it.” Era’s eyes grew wider, and her smile deepened. Her voice took on a subtle purr that sent shivers through his tail. “You did? That’s good to know.” Then she placed her hand on his thigh. “So if I decide I want to touch you, it’s okay to do so?” “Yeah.” The word trembled through his shuddering breath. Her fingers crawled up his thigh, tensing every muscle in his body as she ascended. “Any time I want?” The playful tease in her tone drove home what he was about to surrender to her. The sense of giving a part of himself to her felt intimate on a level he never considered. All he could do was nod, tail coiling around his ankle as her fingers played with the button of his jeans. A moment later it popped open. Lane didn’t know what to do with his hands or his face or his eyes. He shivered, anxiously awaiting her to lower his zipper, hands clenched knowing the pleasure that awaited him. He stared at his book. The pages had turned of their own accord from where he was. Era lifted his chin with a finger to bring his gaze to hers. She grinned. Sharp pointed teeth shone against the gray and black of her fur. Their noses hovered mere inches from one another. Lane waited for her to kiss him again, but she didn’t. “You’re so cute,” she whispered, and held his chin in place when he tried to shy away. This only drew out more of a grin. The zipper descended. “I masturbate sometimes. Not often.” Her hand dipped underneath the waistband of Lane’s boxers. The hot pads of her finger settle around his rigid shaft. “I thought of you last night when I did.” Lane didn’t know how to respond to that, in large part because of the slow movements she made along the length of his cock. Something powerfully instinctual knew he was about to cum, all it cared about, and therefore all he cared about. He couldn’t think, couldn’t do anything but revel in the shocking power of such a simple action. “Tell me when you’re close,” Era whispered. Her breath rustled his whiskers. Lane’s vision swam. He made some kind of noise in response, he thought, because Era let out a huff of amusement and then kissed his parted lips. The first pulses of warmth that fell across Lane’s pelvis submerged him into the inferno of release as he surrendered his seed to Era’s hand. Lane gasped and shivered, only vaguely aware of Era’s lips still toying with his. When he regained a semblance of awareness, she simply watched him with a wide grin on her face. Her thumb gently stroked the underside of his shaft. “The noises you make when you cum are so precious.” Era withdrew her hand from his pants. Lane winced at the wet sensation spreading across his pelvis, but the sight of Era’s paw distracted him. Cum striped the backs of her fingers, almost as if she tried to get it on herself. The viscous cloudy fluid clung to the top of her fur, reluctant to soak in deeper. Era brought the paw to her lips and licked herself clean. Her thin flat tongue scooped up his cum far more easily than in his own many experiences scrubbing it from his fur. Lane watched in confusion but couldn’t deny that something about it stirred a primal satisfaction within him. “Does it taste good?” Era’s eyes glittered with something fierce. She offered her paw. “Want to find out?” When Lane instinctively drew back, she laughed, then continued until not a trace remained. “Not really, but I did earn it.” Her smug grin taunted Lane as he awkwardly fastened his jeans and attempted not to think about the slimy feeling his clothing pressed into fur. This time it felt different, a little. It was no less uncomfortable or gross, but something about Era leaving him in this predicament added a facet that he very much enjoyed, even if he didn’t understand why. The very fact that she wanted to touch him at all... Lane squirmed in his seat, increasingly aware of the amusement in Era’s expression. “Thanks,” he mumbled, which only made her smile widen. Something she mentioned earlier stirred from the still hazy recesses of his mind. He was one poorly detailed illustration sure that girls looked completely different down there and had no idea what was involved in a girl masturbating. He’d never considered it before. “Should I- I mean is there some way I could make you feel good?” Era didn’t miss the way his eyes dipped to her breasts, then hips, then back up again. She laughed. “There is.” She glanced up at the clock. “But not today. It takes me a little longer.” Lane’s heart sank when he saw the time. “I could try-” But Era shook her head despite the way her eyes fixed him as if ready to pounce. Her voice was gentle. “Another time.” All the deep satisfaction sapping energy from his muscles receded at the thought of seeing what lay beneath Era’s clothes. “That doesn’t seem fair.” Era giggled again. “It’s not.” She stroked his cheek in a way that made everything better, then leaned in close. “That’s kind of the point.” The bell rang. Era was up on her feet before the shock returned control of his muscles to Lane. He should hurry. The mess in his pants required a stop at the bathroom. Lane sighed and collected his book and binder, but as Era made it to the door and out of sight of the window, she turned back to him. “As thanks.” Without further explanation, Era drew up her shirt and bra in one fluid motion to let her breasts spill free. In contrast to the stormy waves coloring the rest of her body, calm patterns of pale gray adorned her belly and chest. A bare dusting of thin fur covered the magnificent curves of her breasts and graceful contours where her slender belly met the flare of her hips. Dark stiff nipples rose from top of her pert breasts. There wasn’t enough time in a life to fully take in such a sight. Lane barely had time to comprehend the glory he witnessed before Era settled her shirt as if nothing happened, giggled at his stunned expression, then disappeared. Lane found it even more difficult to wipe cum out of his fur with an erection in the way. Though Era didn’t flash her breasts again, she did get him off every day after that. Usually as the period drew to a close, but sometimes not long after they both sat down. “I’ve heard boys have a hard time focusing if they’re excited.” Era didn’t look up from her book as she teased in a low purr. Without another word, her fingers deftly unfastened the front of his pants and slipped inside his boxers. Only moments later, she left him with a glowing warmth slowly seeping into his fur and a broad smile on her face. She licked a few drops of his cum from her finger. Lane winced when he zipped up his pants. The slimy warmth it compressed into his fur faded to a chill. Each breath or movement reminded him of his own mess trapped against his body. While his cheeks still burned, and he didn’t enjoy the physical sensation, something about Era knowing, intentionally doing it when she knew he couldn’t sneak out to clean himself up, reprogrammed how he felt about it, a little more each time. He kind of liked knowing how easily she made him sit there in his own cum. Even when he woke up in the morning to that same sensation, he found himself getting hard again more often then not. Lane didn’t like Fridays. He wouldn’t see Era for an entire weekend, and she was the best part of any given day. Not just because of the sex stuff, but being near her, even in silence, eased the constant backdrop of anxiety to a serene calm. Usually, and he liked the particular blend of anxiety she caused him. Era pulled the chair up beside him and sat down. “How’s my cute little rat boy doing today?” She placed her book on the table but fixed her gaze on him. Lane blushed and couldn’t help grin like an idiot. “I’m glad to see you.” She giggled and leaned in to brush a gentle kiss against the side of his muzzle. “I have a surprise for you,” she whispered into his ear. Lane’s burgeoning erection swelled to its full unimpressive length. “R-Really?” “Mhmm. I need you to do something for me first though.” Her paw lightly stroked the inside of his thigh. He nodded eagerly. “Good boy. All you have to do is close your eyes until I pat you on the leg.” She demonstrated by lightly petting the small swell in the crotch of his jeans. “Got it?” Something hot and exciting fluttered in his belly. A sliver of nervous energy set his hairless tail into motion, and a shock of cold stilled his breath when it touched the metal leg of the chair. Why would he need to close his eyes? She hadn’t brought anything else besides her book with her. Surely she wouldn’t get naked, not where anyone could walk in. But maybe she would? “Okay. Now?” Era grinned, eyes agleam with playful mischief. “Now.” Lane squeezed his eyes shut so hard he saw colors flash, but it was the only way to keep them from springing open. He’d love nothing more than to watch her undress. A chair leg rubbed against the thin carpet, and he sensed movement, likely Era getting up, and then nothing. He flinched when her paw gently tapped his clothed erection, then opened his eyes to find the room empty. A pair of hands caressed his thighs. Elbows settled on his knees, and Era slowly unbuttoned his jeans. Sitting so close to the table, Lane couldn’t see much of her, but Era had crawled underneath. Her torso gently nudged his legs further apart. Once she lowered his zipper, Era paused to nuzzle against his belly and tilted her head to glance up at him through the space between him and the table’s edge. Her chin brushed his rigid cock. Era chuckled at whatever shocked expression adorned Lane’s face, then she grasped the waistband of his shorts and truly exposed his cock for the first time. Lane squeaked in embarrassment. His knees instinctively jerked closed only to find Era’s body preventing any chance of modesty. That ship sailed. One commonality among boys was bragging about how big they were, at least when such a topic came up. Lane knew he wasn’t very big. Almost the entirety of his length fit neatly into Era’s dainty paw. But every time she touched him, she did so within the confines of his boxers. Maybe it felt bigger if she couldn’t see it. Now there was no pretending. If she found him disappointing, she didn’t say anything. Era held his boxers drawn out of the way with one hand and gently took the base of his tapered pink cock in the other and pointed his tip towards her face. Era stared directly at his small twitching length. Precum smeared his tip from when it formed a wet patch in his boxers. Lane shifted when her face lowered. Humid breath whispered against his sensitive skin, and then an intimate heat encompassed his tip. Lane didn’t make a sound. He couldn’t. His entire body grew tight with the gentle electricity radiating outwards from his groin. Era’s thin tongue adhered to the underside of his cock while her lips glided down his smooth cock. Her hand felt wonderful, but the silky wet heat that slowly encompassed his shaft felt altogether different - astonishingly, wonderfully different. Not only that, but Era just put his penis in her mouth. A paw slipped underneath his shirt to caress his belly. Era’s face lowered towards the base of his cock, so close to taking him in entirety. When his length twitched, her mouth held him securely in place between her lips. Something about that felt right, his cock imprisoned in her soft heat. The subtle roughness of her tongue resisted letting him withdraw. Instead, she made gentle circular motions, a thousand tiny little spines coating the surface of her tongue, so small they felt like suction rather than barbs. Lane didn’t realize what was happening until until the wave of pleasure blanked his mind. He only managed a high-pitched squeak before spraying the back of her throat with a powerful spurt of cum. Claws pricked his belly but quickly retracted, and Era gently suckled his spasming cock, and his cum disappeared into her luxurious maw. Lane slumped in the chair and let out a quiet moan. Random muscles throughout his body twitched like embers attempting to reignite the intense passionate bliss that flashed through him. Era kissed the last drop of cum from his tip before covering him with his boxers and withdrawing from between his legs, leaving no trace of release behind. When Era settled back in her seat, her eyes darted to the window before cupping his chin and giving him a quick kiss on the lips. “How was that?” Lane wished they could have kissed longer. All he wanted was to be near her, feel her body against his, any part of her. Saying it felt wonderful didn’t come close to doing justice to the experience she gave him. “You didn’t have to put it in your mouth.” Era laughed loud enough that Lane worried someone might come tell them to quiet down. “Of course I didn’t. I wanted to because you’re such a cutie.” She rubbed her nose against his. “I had fun too you know. Imagine if someone had caught us.” The increased pitch of her giggle mirrored the nervous glance she flashed at the window. “And that was my first time seeing a boy up close.” Lane blushed, thinking back to some of the worries that lingered in his mind. When he shifted to zip up the front of his pants, Era placed a hang softly atop his to interrupt his efforts. Era grinned at the confusion on his face. “Tell me when you think you’re ready, and I’ll do it again.” She smiled wide enough for her fangs to peak through, fangs that Lane thankfully never felt. “You mean like, today?” Lane’s voice came out far fainter than he liked. He found it hard to swallow. “Like now.” Her large eyes almost demanded him to say it. Lane couldn’t, not while she was looking at him like that. Instead, he shifted his paw out of the way of hers to let her feel his erection returning. Era raised an eyebrow, grinned at how he dropped his gaze to the table, then slid from her chair. A moment later, she had her muzzle buried between his thighs. It took less than a minute with his cock between her lips to coax another series of quick pulses across the back of her tongue with just as little warning as the first time. “S-Sorry,” he mumbled when she crawled back out from under the table. Era pat him between the ears and kissed his nose. “Don’t be.” And just like that, she opened her book to the page marked by a red ribbon and started reading. Lane couldn’t switch gears so easily. He eyed the cover of his own book, then his jeans, the fly still spread wide to reveal pale blue boxers beneath. Before he could stop himself, the words were spilling from his lips. “Is it bad that I cum so quickly?” Era scratched him under the chin. “Of course not. I’ve heard felines start cumming almost as soon as they stick it in, so maybe I have some kind of instinctive appreciation for it-” Era nuzzled against the side of his face. “I think it’s adorable how easy it is to get you to cum for me.” She slowly licked along his jawline. While that sent a pleasant tremor down his spine to the very tips of his toes, once he started, he couldn’t stop himself from spilling his insecurities. “And that I’m small?” Era nibbled his rounded ear. “If you couldn’t tell from how much I enjoy playing with you, also a very big turn-on. I wouldn’t change a single thing about your cute little body.” Lane whimpered feeling her sharp needlepoint teeth tease his skin. “And you said I could tell you if I get, um- You know-” He trailed off, but the look in Era’s eyes said he got his point across. She gave him one final kiss on the mouth before offering a far more intimate kiss beneath the table. Lane came in her twice more before the bell rang. Every muscle below his hips ached from one powerful orgasm after another, but he didn’t want her to stop. Era gratuitously licked her fangs, having just crawled back out from underneath the table. “I’ll see you on Monday. Save up for me.” She pat him on the butt before making her way to the door. Lane blushed. He didn’t tell her about the embarrassing frequency with which he woke up having had no choice in the matter. She almost left before he found her voice. “Wait!” Of course the next words died on his lips when she looked over her shoulder. It took several more precious seconds to pull what he wanted to say from his lungs. They’d both be late to class. Lane took a deep breath, then continued. “I feel bad because I never do anything for you.” Era bit her lower lip, tilting her head in consideration, eyed the window, then beckoned Lane towards her. He approached, and she drew him closer until he couldn’t see out the window anymore. “Don’t worry, you do plenty for me.” She fondly stroked his cheek. Era stood a few inches taller than him. “Do you know what it means when a girl gets wet?” Lane shook his head. His heart pounded. They were so close, and somehow this felt far more intimate than sitting beside one another. His chest ever so lightly brushed her breasts. Era grinned and unfastened the front of her jeans. “It means we’re excited. Kind of like the girl version of getting hard.” Era gently took his hand, then guided his palm against her belly with his fingers pointing downwards. His fingertips landed on the hot soft fabric of her panties, and she adjusted him until the very tips of his blunt claws reached the precipice where they could slip underneath. Era whispered into his ear. “You get me very, very wet. I have to keep a spare pair in my locker.” Then she gently coaxed him to reach into her panties. The heat of her body was breathtaking, her short pale gray fur dense and silky. His fingers lowered into increasing humidity. Moisture condensed on his fur. The tip of his finger pad curled inwards between her thighs, finding a subtle cleft absolutely sodden with thick hot fluid. Lane gasped. He ran the tip of his finger between her lips, at least a short way. Their position made it awkward. The hand Era had on his shoulder tightened, and she let out a quiet exhalation. He was touching her pussy. “I would have sex with you right now if we could.” Then she drew his hand from her core and quickly did up her pants again. They only had about a minute to get to class. Era breathed heavily. “I’ll see you on Monday.” She winked at him and rushed off. Lane stood there stunned. Her parting words didn’t quite register to him in that moment, but they would later. He glanced at his finger, his own fur matted and shimmering with Era’s clear fluids. With the excuse that he had no other choice in mind, and no one to see him do it, Lane licked his finger clean, savoring the strange animal taste of her arousal. Lane hurried to class with his binder awkwardly gripped in front of his crotch.