Mayor Bryant carefully maintained an attentive face; even though he had heard these arguments before.  

"It is necessary to the long term health of our society that we rise above the animalistic impulses of our feral ancestors," insisted the finely dressed beaver gentleman from the Purists Society.  "Only by ridding ourselves of raw emotions such as lust, can we truly be an open and understanding culture.  We must approach our problems with reason and thoughtful consideration."

It had taken careful scheduling to keep his next guest from meeting the first, while not allowing either of them to think that he was giving preference to either of them.  Still, just having the carefully dressed wolf gentleman from the Naturalists Party in his office was enough for the mayor to feel uncomfortable.  

"The people want to be free of the restrictions our society has piled on in the last hundred years," said the wolf.  "They want to be free of constricting dress codes.  They want to be free of inhibiting mating codes.  Women want to be let out of the kitchen, and men want women who are not afraid of sexuality."

Alone in his office after the second guest left, the mayor was restless.  His bushy tail flit nervously behind his chair, and his ears twitched.  It wasn't really freedom for or from lust that his guests had been discussing.  It was the genetic imbalances in birth rates and the resulting social pressures that were so diplomatically being approached.  Arguments on how to deal with the imbalances were becoming so heated that violence was breaking out.  Not to mention the violence that was inspired by the pressure.  Why, just last month they had to hang a woman who had murdered nine teenage girls over the preceding year.

As mayor of a very important city, he would have a strong voice in the debate.  But he had no idea where he stood on the key issues.  On the one hand, he and his wife were descended from squirrels, and most sapients related to feral prey tended to favor the Purists.  On the other hand, his wife and daughters were very sensual creatures, and liked the sexual freedoms offered by the Naturalists.  In frustration, he notified his staff that he was taking the rest of the day off.

At home, he made himself an alchoholic drink.  Then, he went to his room to take a shower.  The warm water running through his fur was very relaxing.  After the shower he wrapped a towel around his hips under his tail, and tucked a corner to hold it in place.  Taking his drink and his curry brush, he walked to the bedroom window.  He threw up the sash, and layed a spare blanket on the roof of the kitchen outside the window.  Then he crawled out the window with his brush and drink.

His home had several trees in the back yard, and backed up on a very wooded corner of a city park.  No one would be able to see him sitting on the roof.  He sipped his drink and began to groom his fur.  He and his wife liked to come out here to be with the trees; a vestige of distant feral ancestors.
The blanket needed to be washed to remove the stiff spots left after they had yiffed out here.

He heard childish giggling, and looked down into the yard to see his youngest daughter Stacey.  The girl was running with her friend Karl.  The two children had both just turned thirteen; their birthdays were only four days apart.  They had been friends since they could walk.  Stacey was wearing the white blouse and blue pleated skirt of her school uniform.  Karl had slacks on, but no shirt.  The way they were darting around the yard, it looked as if Karl was trying to catch Stacey.

Which he did.  Karl pushed Stacey against the garden shed, and stood with one hand against the wall on each side of her shoulders.  "I caught you," he said, "now it's your turn to forfeit."

She pouted.  "What do you want?"  And she unbuttoned the top button of her blouse.

"I want your panties."

If the girl was surprised or upset at the request, it didn't show in her face.  After a second, she lifted the back of her skirt, there was a shuffle, and then white panties showed at her knees.  She pushed them down, untill she could step out of them with one foot, and lift them up with the other.  She took the panties and handed them to him.  The cat boy lifted the soft cotton to his cheek fur and gently stroked.

Stacey ducked away through the space left by Karl moving his arm.  Dancing away she turned to him and said: "What are you going to do with that? Huh?"

For a  moment Karl seemed confused by the question.  Before he had time to come up with a good retort, Stacey pressed on.  "I bet you're going to wear them aren't you?"

"What?  No!"

"You're just a big girly boy and you want to wear my panties."

"I want them because they're yours," blurt out the boy.

Warming to her teasing, Stacey went on: "I bet I could find a skirt from one of my sisters that would fit you."

"Stop it," snapped Karl.

"And I could teach you how to groom your facial fur -"

"I said 'stop it!'" 

" - and we can go shopping for lingerie together -"

"I'm all the man you'll ever need!"

Evidently she did not notice Karls fur rising as anger began to overwhelm him. Because she said: "You had the chance to prove that, and you turned me down.  If you were a real man -"

And then Karl leaped.  He slammed into Stacey and bore her down to the ground.  Squirming on top of her, he reached down and started to pull her skirt hem up to her waist.

"Karl!  No, wait Karl -," she squealed.  She put her hands on his chest and tried to push him away.  But her instinct for self defense did not extend to her legs which opened wide, giving Karl easy access to her tender maidenhead.

"No, Karl!  Not like this!  Stop it!  Stop!"  His hand slid under his hips and struggled with his trousers.

"You can't Karl!  Don't!  Please, don't!"  Karl's hips rolled forward and began to push.

"No!  No!  No!"  With a convulsive thrust his hips jerked hard.  Stacey squealed; her back arched and her whole body stiffened.  Karl began thrusting and her body jerked with each heave.  Stacy let out a number of loud gasping breaths in time with the movement in thier hips.  

"Karl!  I'll scream!" 

"No, you won't!"

"I'll scream!  I will!"

"No!"  And with a jerk of his soulders Karl transfered his hands from the ground to Stacey's neck.   His thumbs jammed deep into her throat.  What ever she had been about to say next came out as a gurgle.  Stacey's hands grabbed Karl's wrists and tried to pull them away.  But her ankles curled around his lower back, and her hips rocked to match the rythm of his thrusts.  Her mouth opened and closed several times with her effort to breath past his choking thumbs.  Her tail, shoved carelessly to one side was twitching madly.

After an eternity which could only have been a few moments in real time, Stacy stiffened.  Her legs wrapped around Karls back and tried to pull him forward hard against her.  His hip movements became jerky and erratic; his head rocked back and a load groan escaped his muzzle.

Then Stacy relaxed and her limbs flopped loosely to the ground.

After a moment, Karl rolled over and lay on the ground next to Stacy, breathing deeply.

The mayor sat back on his blanket heavily and looked down at his own semen on his hand.  He realized that he had just watched his daughter being raped and murdered, and he had done nothing about it.  Instead, he had masterbated while watching.

Grabbing his drink with his clean hand, he downed what was left with one gulp.  Then he began to clean his hand and groin with his towel.  Busying himself with normal actions let him put off thinking about the implications of what just happened, a few moments longer.

Below him on the ground, Stacey stirred.  Slowly she rose to her feet.  Ignoring Karl, she stepped out of her shoes, dropped her skirt and skinned her shirt over her head.  Naked, she turned on the faucet to the garden hose, and lifted the hose to run the cold water over her fur.  A moment later Karl rose, stepped out of his shoes, dropped his dissarrayed trousers and briefs, then stepped up to Stacey.  He gently took the hose from her and held it up over her so she could cover her whole body.

Stacey stood very still for a moment.  Then she turned to Karl, wrapped her arms around his waist and nestled her cheek into his chest fur.

The mayor tossed his things through the open window into his bedroom, and crawled in behind them.