Era stalked Lane’s dreams that weekend. Each time he’d get close to feeling her warmth envelop his stiff little cock, it faded to the disappointing reality of consciousness before he could experience it. Then he had to get up to wash cum out of his fur. He tried not to dwell on how much he wanted to see her again. Maybe they could meet up on the weekends somewhere? He only then realized that he didn’t have her phone number or any messenger app info. Not that he’d have the courage to message her something like that anyway. Despite the physical ache of longing, Monday arrived more quickly than it felt. Era smiled at him when she arrived to their small library study room and ruffled his ears before pulling a chair alongside his. “How’s my little cutie? Were you a good boy this weekend?” Era cupped his chin, not allowing him to shyly drop his gaze, and giggled at his guilty expression. “Yeah,” he replied meekly. It wasn’t his fault, and he wasn’t about to admit how often he made a mess of himself in his sleep. She probably thought he spent the entire weekend touching himself. Era didn’t push him and instead pat his cheek. “Good.” Then she sat down to read. Lane tried to do the same, but it wasn’t long before Era casually groped him beneath the table, and all he could do was squirm and try not to make too much noise. He couldn’t stop all the quiet gasps and whimpers she coaxed out. When her paw finally dipped inside his boxers, she slid her fingers underneath his shaft, stroking his pelvis while his erection bounced against the backs of her fingers. Era was so much better at pretending to read while she played with him. “Would you maybe want to spend some time together outside of school?” she asked. One of her fingers stroked the base of his sheath. “Yes!” he squeaked. His chest burned with embarrassment. “I mean, yeah, I’d really like that.” Era giggled. “Do you live nearby the school?” “Close enough to ride my bike.” Lane couldn’t stop his hips from twitching in an attempt to get Era to wrap her fingers around his length. Her soft fur teased his shaft. Precum left a growing dark spot spreading across his boxers. “I walk to school.” Her thumb lowered to graze the side of his balls. “My parents stay out pretty late some nights. It’s pretty quiet around my house. Would you like to walk me home some time?” Several impure thoughts raced across Lane’s mind. Era just invited him to her house, where they could be truly alone without any bell to worry about. Then she’d invite him into her room and- Lane moaned at the combination of his fantasy and how her hand tightened around the base of his sheath before he remembered she was waiting for an answer. “I’d love to.” His whole body shivered with anticipation. It took all his willpower not to take hold of her wrist and hump her hand. Era casually swiped her thumb across the tip of his cock and and gently squeezed a bead of precum from him. “They’ll be gone tomorrow. How does that sound?” Usually she didn’t tease him, but her lack of effort to get him to cum didn’t seem to slow down his body’s hardwired expectations. “Please,” he whined. Era purred. “Are you close? Do you want to cum in my hand? Or are you imagining something else?” Lane writhed in his chair, hanging on the precipice. Only her thumb and forefinger remained around his base while the other three teased the inside of his thigh. “Go on.” She leaned in to kiss him on the cheek. “Cum for me.” But her hand remained where it was, barely holding him while her lips left a trail of gentle kisses towards his throat. Lane whimpered. His entire body trembled. Pleasure grew to a sharp imperative between his hips. All he needed was for her to wrap her fingers around his small length. His cock twitched hard enough that the muscles responsible ached, and though not nearly as satisfying, his boxers offered just enough stimulation to push him over the edge. Lane squeaked as he made a mess of himself yet again. A flood of pent up desperation blossomed into a dense warmth that settled across the back of Era’s paw and his own fur. Without her stroking him as he came, a hard edge of desire lingered even as the intense blanket of pleasure lifted from his mind. His tiny balls twinged, but he panted with something close enough to relief nonetheless. “Such a good boy,” Era whispered into his ear before letting him watch her lick his cum off the back of her paw. When she finished cleaning herself, she reached once more into his boxers, which now trapped the majority of his mess against his belly. Two of her fingers swept across the slimy patch of fur. Lane’s ejaculate clung to her fingers, and he couldn’t look away, too curious as to her intentions. With her clean hand, Era cupped Lane’s cheek guiding his attention but also preventing him from pulling away. “Would you like a taste?” Era kissed him deeper than usual. When she pulled away, her breath washed across his whiskers carrying with it the strange scent of his cum. Lane shifted in his seat, letting out a nervous, indecisive noise. While he was still a perpetually horny young teen, his recent orgasm walked him back from the edge of wild desperation. The texture alone he was all too familiar with, slimy and clingy and weird. “Do it for me? Please?” Era brought her fingers closer to his lips. “Be a good boy. I’ll make it up to you tomorrow. I promise.” The sultry purr of her voice defeated the sliver of reluctance within him. Lane whined but opened his mouth just enough for Era to insert two of her fingers. The bitter taste made him gag instantly, but her fingers muffled further protest. “There It’s not so bad. Suck. That’s a good boy.” Lane whimpered around her fingers but did as he was told. While just as unpleasant as he expected, the way she made him do, her fingers in his mouth, and the simple praise sent very conflicting emotions through his developing young brain. It wasn’t long before his eyes drift shut, and his tongue adored every inch of her slender fingers long after his slimy cum no longer sullied her fur. In fact, it was her who had to pull her fingers away from his suckling lips. She kissed him passionately again. “I can’t wait to feel that tongue somewhere else,” she whispered. “Many other places.” The bell rang. Convincing his parents went far more smoothly than Lane expected. In fact, they seemed more surprised, if wholeheartedly encouraging, that someone invited him over to hang out. Lane conveniently left out the fact that his new friend was a girl, but after promising he wasn’t doing drugs, they gave their blessing without bothering to include a curfew. “Be safe,” was their only request. Lane was so excited the next day he almost forgot he had to make it through all of his classes first. He spent the previous night over-analyzing every physical imperfection and his lack of anything impressive to wear. He had no fancy clothing, just what he wore any other day, no cute underwear. Half of his clothes still hung from his diminutive frame, yet to grow into them. Era seemed to like his boxers, or at least how easy it was to play with him while he wore them, but weren’t they kind of plain? After hours of worrying, he came to no obvious conclusion and dressed exactly the same as he always did. Throughout most of his classes, he was too nervous to get the spontaneous erections that a stray thought of Era usually brought, and by the time he sat down in the library study room, he fully expected her to change her mind, have to cancel, or not show up at all. Of course, Era entered a few minutes late as she always did and took her seat beside him. “Are you excited?” She nudged her shoulder against his. He jumped. “Y-Yeah.” He swallowed hard. She didn’t wear anything fancy either, but she always looked perfect, attractive no matter what she wore. Her jeans hugged perfectly to long slender legs and subtly curvy hips. Her thin green shirt hinted at the outline of her bra and just how nice they must be to sink his fingers into. “You look terrified.” She gave him a reassuring laugh. “Don’t worry, cutie. You already know how much I like you.” She stroked the back of his head, being just a little rough with his ears in a way that he enjoyed. “I plan to show you just how much I appreciate you.” Lane blushed, not quite willing to believe her, but hearing her say it set his heart racing. He wanted to climb into her lap and let her hold him. Instead, for the first time in a while, they fell into companionable silence and read for most of the period. While Lane still had to deal with the occasional erection, Era didn’t grope or tease him. It was nice for a change, even if he wished she still got him off. It wouldn’t surprise him if he had to clean an accidental orgasm out of his pants before he arrived at her house later that day. He especially had to make sure he didn’t fall asleep during history. A few minutes before the period ended, Era spoke. “So after school ends, do you want to meet near the gazebo?” This was it. She was really inviting him over. Lane nodded. “Okay.” A wide grin split her face. “I’ll be waiting for you.” Era cupped his cheeks and nuzzled the tip of her nose against his, then before pulling away, added, “I can’t wait to see you naked.” She giggled, and the bell rang. Lane couldn’t wait to see her naked either, though he couldn’t quite manage to put that into anything more than a ferocious blush hidden beneath his light brown fur. Lane learned nothing the rest of the day. By the time the final bell rang, and Lane finished gathering everything in his backpack, Era waited for him outside near an old wooden gazebo not far from the edge of the school grounds. She didn’t wave, but her eyes followed him the whole way, her tail lazily swishing, and a wide grin on her lips. “How was the rest of your day?” Era asked. She fell into step beside him as he approached, and he followed a half-step behind, letting her lead. “Long,” he admitted. Era laughed. “It feels so nice to be outside.” She all but skipped beside him, her step light and energetic. “My house isn’t far. I actually used to go home during lunch.” “I’m glad you started going to the library instead.” Everything that came out of his mouth sounded awkward, but Era giggled delightedly. “Me too.” Era hadn’t exaggerated. It took a little over 5 minutes before she led him down a side street and up the walkway to a rather nice two-story house. Someone recently mowed the perfect green lawn and a spray of brightly colored flowers overflowed a small walled garden lining the front walkway. There were no cars in the driveway, but he couldn’t see inside the garage. Lane fell behind to not step on the lawn. A nervous tingle spread from his belly. He quietly watched Era unlock the front door, then open it, then hurry inside. Her head poked out a moment later when he didn’t follow. “S-Sorry.” Lane shook himself then scurried up the steps. Inside, Era’s home had modern and stylish feel without appearing gaudy, and not a hint of the clutter far more common in his own. It had been a while since he visited someone else’s house. When he finally turned back to Era, he was surprised to see her tail twitching nervously. “So this is my place.” Her voice echoed in the large open foyer and hardwood floors. “Are you hungry or would you like to go upstairs?” Her voice strained just a touch with the effort to sound at ease. “Is there somewhere I can put my backpack?” he asked, not wanting to be the one to make a decision. “Oh, yeah! You can leave it in my room for now.” She eyed him up and down, smiled to herself, then led the way upstairs. Lane followed diffidently in her wake. All Era carried with her from school was her book. She tossed it onto an otherwise unused desk. It took Lane a moment to work up the courage to enter. It felt forbidden. He’d never been invited into a girls room before. Somehow it looked close to how Lane imagined it. A sweet scent similar to the perfume she wore hung in the air. Books, many of which showed signs of wear on the spine, filled a large shelve beside her desk. The light blue comforter sat neatly across her perfectly made bed, at the foot of which sat a large plush wolf that had its tongue hanging out of its mouth at an angle and slightly too large eyes. “So, this is my room. You can put your bag anywhere.” She smiled, but her hips swayed with nervous excitement. Lane slowly let his backpack slide from his shoulder to place it out of the way against the wall. It was so quiet and peaceful, and he was very alone with the prettiest girl he’d ever met, in her bedroom. His pants started growing tight despite himself. “So um, what did you want to do?” Lane asked as casually as he could manage, not daring to meet her large yellow-green eyes. Era eyed him up and down in silence for a moment, tail dancing playfully behind her, then she took a seat on the edge of her bed and beckoned him with a finger. Lane obeyed. He stood a few inches taller than her like this. The black slits of her pupils focused on him. “I like you a lot,” she said, then pulled him into a passionate kiss. Her lips took the lead while a hand curled around the back of his scalp, the other his butt to draw him between her legs. He shivered, trying to keep up, mirror her movements, but Lane constantly found him several seconds behind. Her tongue dominated his, and she seemed to enjoy his surrender. Era eventually guided his hands to her, but he couldn’t manage much more than to awkwardly cling to the sides of her torso, constantly aware of how his palms rest atop the side straps of her bra. He was breathless and uncomfortably erect when she released him a moment later, though Lane’s sense of time abandoned him early into their kiss. Era ran a hand up his chest, grinning. “Do you want to take a shower together?” The question confused Lane at first. He didn’t think he smelled bad, but then he realized that she wouldn’t be wearing any clothes in a shower. “I think I’d like that.” His tail curled shyly around his ankle, and he tried not to make it obvious as he shifted to try and make the bulge in the front of his pants less obvious. Era leaned back on her hands. “You get undressed first. Then you can watch me.” She tilted her head in consideration. “Unless you’d like me to help?” Lane felt very aware of her gaze on his body. Both prospects excited him in a nerve-inducing way, but the thought of her hands roaming across his body and teasing away his clothes, along with the fact that he’d feel less like a spectacle, nodded his head. Era stood and kissed him again. She made a slow circle around him before sidling up against his back and hugged him from behind. His tail nestled in the warm crook between her legs. “You’re just so cute,” Era whispered in his ear, then slipped her hands underneath his shirt. Her paws caressed his soft belly fur and teased the waistline of his pants before she whispered, “arms up,” into his ear. Lane obeyed and she deftly pulled the shirt up and over his head. Once again she cradled him to her breast, stroking his thin torso. Lane never thought of his nipples as sensitive, but he let out a high pitched noise when she toyed with one of them. Lane clapped a hand over his mouth, but Era nibbled on his ear. “You can keep making noises like that. No one but me will hear.” Era’s hands dropped to the front of his jeans, and her experience in unfastening them showed. Despite how quickly she eased the pressure constraining his erection, she carefully shimmied his pants off his hips and tail, leaving his underwear in place. His small cock proudly tented his boxers, and a pinprick of precum already started leaking through, darkening the pale gray. Era once again let her hands roam his body, stroking hips and tummy while carefully avoiding his obvious erection. “I can’t wait to feel your body naked against mine.” Finally her fingers teased underneath the elastic waistband of his boxers. “And I’ve been wanting to see your cute little balls for so long.” She kissed his neck. “I bet they’re just as adorable as you are.” Then she pulled his boxers out and over his small cock and let them join his pants around his ankles. “Now let me see,” she purred in his ear. Era stepped back, and Lane awkwardly shuffled out of the clothing pooled around his feet. His hands instinctively covered himself, the light pink of his cock a stark contrast against brown fur. Era giggled then gently pulled his hands away to reveal him. She stared for a long moment, her tail dancing merrily. “I can’t tell you enough how cute you are.” Then she gracefully knelt before him and cupped his petite balls. Lane squeaked, but Era didn’t appear to notice. She caressed their soft velvety surface, then nuzzled her face directly into them. Her tongue combed across their compact curves, perfectly adhering to their surface and gently tugging. Lane gasped in pleasure. His hips jerked, but Era cupped his slender rump and held him in place so she could lick every inch of his sack. A drop of precum landed between her ears. Several more followed before Era relented and stood to kiss him. “They hold more than they look.” She giggled as Lane glanced towards their feet, then took a step away, waiting until she caught his curious eyes before reaching for the hem of her shirt. “W-Wait.” Lane’s voice failed him when she raised an eyebrow towards him at the precipice of lifting her shirt. “I um, I mean since you helped me, maybe I could, you know-” He trailed off, but a smile spread across Era’s face. “That only seems fair. Go on then.” Era took one last glance at his cock, biting her lip, then wiggled her hips for him. Trying not to think about how he was dripping precum onto Era’s bedroom floor, Lane approached her as if she were a bear, a bear he desperately wanted to see naked. His ability to construct metaphors wasn’t at it’s most optimal. His slender fingers trembled. Unlike her sharp but retractable claws, his were always present, if far blunter. Her shirt offered little give, snug against her body, but he managed to expose a few inches of her belly before forgetting what he was doing. Only Era’s quiet laughter reminded him he should do more than just stare. “Could you uh, you arms?” Era giggled again, but removed her glasses and placed them on her desk before she lifted her arms. Lane had to get close for the leverage to peel her shirt up, then struggled to get it over her breasts, the shirt catching on the underside of her bra. The shirt muffled more laughter as Lane panicked while trying to get the garment over her face, but he managed, and Era stood before him with only a simple white bra covering her breasts. He reached out but stopped himself. Even in the quiet of Era’s room, Lane’s mumbled voice sounded too soft. “C-Can I touch you?” “Touch anything you want.” Her voice was calm and inviting. Somehow she maintained her confident composure, not that she had any reason to be ashamed of her body. Lane didn’t know how she didn’t spend every waking moment in front of a mirror playing with her own tits. It was what he would do in her place. To make up for that lack of opportunity, Lane kneaded his fingers into the front of her bra. Maybe it was the bra, but her breasts were heavier and firmer than he expected. Still, they gave beneath his touch, springy and begging for him to explore further. Only the knowledge that he was one strange piece of clothing away from truly experiencing them gave him pause. Lane searched for some way to remove her bra. When he picked at the underside, it didn’t want to pull away. A wire sewn into the seam resisted his efforts. Era failed to suppress an amused smile until he finally asked for help. Wordlessly, she turned around to present him with a simple clasp. It still took him longer than it should have to unlatch the tiny little hooks. He had no idea how she put the thing on without help. Once unfastened, the thin straps around her shoulders went limp, and a nudge sent the bra tumbling from her chest. Lane leaned against the back of her shoulder and reached forwards, but she caught his wrists before he could sink his fingers into her breasts. He squeaked in surprise. Era wiggled her hips. “Why don’t you finish what you started. It will be more comfortable.” Lane whined, but he had to admit it would be nice to rest himself against her butt rather than her jeans. Without waiting for him to make a decision, Era guided his hands to her pants. Standing behind her made it familiar, not so different than undoing his own, even if her waistband held more tension. The button popped free. Lane’s breath caught. Once again, he had to work far harder to peel the clothing off her body than he ever did his own. The pants bunched up, and he had to get on his knees to work the jeans down to her ankles. Era gracefully lifted one foot at a time, perfectly balanced the entire time he wrestled each pant leg off. When she settled, he got a good look at her panties and the slender round butt they adorned. Era wriggled her hips but didn’t rush him, her tail twitching but lifted out of the way. Lane enjoyed the view. The panties covered most of her butt, though the outer sections swooped inwards between her thighs, hugging her body closely enough to tease Lane with a revealing outline. More to his surprise was the dark wet patch spreading from her center. Without thinking, he traced a finger lightly across the damp fabric. Era stifled a gaps but her legs and hips tensed. Lane pulled away. “S-Sorry. Did I hurt you?” Guilt speared his gut. It would be just his luck to ruin it now, but Era’s laughter quickly eased the worst of his fears. “Of course not.” She bat him playfully with her tail before moving it aside again to not obstruct his view. “You just surprised me,” then after a bated pause added, “and it felt kind of good.” The scent he remembered from the first time she’d let him touch her permeated the air as he moved his hands towards her hips. Still kneeling, his face level with her butt, Lane carefully worked his fingers underneath the thin fabric of her underwear, and when she didn’t stop him, Lane carefully lowered them down her legs. They came away easy enough. The thin strip that ran between her legs resisted the natural pull of gravity, and only came away when Lane drew them downwards. Thick strands of arousal stretched between her glistening lips and the dampened pale green fabric. She was almost as wet as Lane after he woke from a wet dream, though hers was entirely clear - a thing of beauty. Part of him yearned to plunge his face into her drooling snatch. She had sort of done something similar to him, but maybe he should wait? There was just so much of her body he wanted to explore. Lane rose on unsteady feet. Era backed against him, and Lane leaned into her body and embraced it. Their soft fur mingled. Lane never noticed his own, but Era’s felt a warm fuzzy blanket against his chest. Her butt cushioned his hips, and his small cock nestled easily into the cleft of her rump. They gasped in tandem, especially when his narrow tip prod the firm hot flesh beneath her tail. He nearly came on her ass right then, only barely leaving a slick streak of precum across her skin instead. He tried to focus on his hands. Lane embraced Era around the navel but let his hands slowly work their way up her lithe body, enjoying the soft fluffy fur covering her belly until he found the obvious swell of her breasts. He lifted one before sinking his fingers into their supple paw-filling weight. Hard nipples prod his palm, and he groped her chest without thought or intent. Era purred and slowly swayed her hips against him. It was the physical manifestation of perfection. Lane panted against her shoulder blade, running his blunt claws lightly down the curve of her breasts and drawing small circles around her nipple. The way her hips moved massaged the soft and incredibly warm patch of skin beneath her tail against the tip of his cock. The entire experience was hypnotic. He didn’t notice until his teeth grit at the flames of pleasure licking up his spine. The heat of her body, breasts filling his palms, and the way her butt encompassed the small length of his cock dragged him into a place where pure sensation replaced thought. Lane cried out, and so did Era when the first pulse of cum painted the underside of her tail. Instead of pulling away, Era reached behind herself to grasp Lane’s butt and hold him close, firmly lodging the tip of his cock against a small depression that felt like it might give way if he only pushed in just the right way- But all thought faded to pleasure, and only Era’s body and tight grip on his bottom stopped him from collapsing when his orgasm faded. Lane wiped the tears of pleasure welling in his eyes into Era’s fur. “S-Sorry,” he mumbled, his lips still numb. Her tail lowered to stop his cum from dripping everywhere when she finally turned towards him. She breathed more quickly too now. “Stop apologizing.” She kissed him fondly on the cheek and along the bridge of his snout. “That was the hottest thing that’s ever happened to me. By a long shot.” Era caught his chin and pulled him into a more intimate kiss. She fought more giggles when she broke it. “That was the wrong hole, you know.” Lane blinked, his mind taking a moment to process. “You mean that was – was your-” He blushed. “I mean I wasn’t i-inside-” Era laughed openly. “No, you’re still a virgin. For now.” She glanced down at his crotch. Only half of his length retreated back inside his sheath. A small rivulet of cloudy ejaculate dribbled down his sheath and between his balls. Lane was too embarrassed to appreciate the unobstructed view of her breasts that she offered him. “Now why don’t we take that shower.”