Chapter 3 A Light In The Dark After what felt like an eternity of warmth and happiness, Lyra reluctantly pulled away from Mr. Starch. He was so warm and kind, and she was starved of affection. She wanted more, needed more time with him, but she knew the bell was about to ring. They shared an awkward smile as she straightened his tie. “Sooo,” Lyra began, with a bit of hope in her voice. “See you tomorrow?” “You won’t be getting out of detention that easily, Miss Deep-Winter.” He smirked. Lyra rolled her eyes, “Fine, but only because I want to see you again.” She grabbed a piece of paper and a pen, “Here, I’ll give you my number.” She hastily scribbled it down before he could refuse. Mr. Starch swallowed nervously, but he accepted her number; not like things could get any more scandalous, he thought. “You might want to clean that mess of yours before the bell rings.” She gave him a sly wink before walking towards the door. Her hips swayed a little too much, a definite pep in each step. “See you later, Starch. Text me, yeah?” The raccoon nodded dumbly, his eyes fixed on her rump. The bell rang, jolting him out of his daze. Panicked, he rushed for a roll of paper towel. Lyra practically danced. She was elated, happy beyond happy. Her heart swelled, as if a darkness had been lifted from her soul. It felt good. She smiled out of happiness for the first time in months, and it did not fade as she walked through the crowed halls. In the sea of children, one stood out above the rest. Timothy walked alone on his way back to class. He was so much smaller than everyone else, and very easily mistaken for a girl; with how that skirt flowed with each step. Lyra hurried to catch up, her mood far better than it was this morning. “Hey! Timothy, wait up.” Timothy squeaked and turned around, “O-oh, h-hello, Lyra. I-I did what you asked...” The poor boy practically shook, nervous as a mouse. “That’s... not why I’m here...” Lyra sighed. “I want to apologize about this morning. I was... in a bad place. I didn’t mean to take it out on you. I really am trying to be better.” Unexpectedly, the little mouse beamed! His tail shot straight up and his large, round ears wiggled in excitement. “That’s wonderful, Lyra! I think everyone can improve! Even I am trying. Rekka is helping me become a better mouse!” Lyra was taken aback; she'd been planning to drop her little apology and move on, but the small gesture seemed to stir a passion in Timothy. She'd become so transfixed by his sudden swing in mood that she'd stopped paying attention to what he was saying. The mouse motored on, “-been getting a lot stronger already! Maybe Rekka can help you, too!” He finished with a squeak. His chest was puffed out proudly, and he was flexing his skinny arms a little bit. Silly as he looked, his grin was beginning to feel infectious. Rekka, though? She looks strong for her age, but her self control... One little needle and she was ready to blow up in front of the class. What could she have to offer me? Enough. Let's not say that part out loud, Lyra. “N-no, I don’t think she likes me.” “It’s true you two butted heads this morning, but Rekka is a really nice girl.” “I’ll take your word for it, kiddo.” She chuckled, rubbing her paw between his ears. “You’re really cute when you get worked up.” Timothy turned beet red, and his whiskers twitched. “M-me? C-cute?” The mouse looked as if he were about to faint, but Lyra grabbed his paw to steady him. “Whoa there, sport. You look a little red. You okay?” That only made it worse, but he managed to stop himself from passing out from hot embarrassment. All he could do was nod. Lyra found the display to be endearing, if not a wee bit pathetic, but the little boy was only a mouse. “Come on, I’ll walk you back to class.” With their paws entwined, Lyra pulled him along; unknowingly catching the gaze of several onlookers. Rekka was watching, her eyes narrowed at the older girl as she passed, but Lyra didn’t notice. “She’s up to something, I just know it.” Valkyrie cocked her head, “Up to what?” “Up to no good,” Rekka said with a nod. “She targets the weak. Timothy won’t stand a chance against that bitch.” Confusion melted Valkyrie’s language vocabulary. She slapped her tail against the ground. “She’s a squirrel. That would make you the bitch.” Rekka rolled her eyes. “I didn’t mean it like that, dork. She’s a bad kid, a bully that likes to hurt others.” Valkyrie growled. “I do not like bullies.” “She couldn’t possibly afford to do anything repugnant,” Savannah said, closing her locker. “Not after what happened last year.” Maverick nodded, “I don’t think Lyra has any intentions of hurting Timothy. She does seem different, don’t you think? I can feel something about her...” “I don’t care,” Rekka butted in, a fire in her eyes. “Once a bully, always a bully. I won’t let her hurt Timothy.” Physical education, the last subject of the day for Mrs. Elmwood’s class. Elmwood herself did not lead the day’s lesson, leaving it up to Lyra to choose the activities. She, of course, chose only the best of games. The kids made teams themselves, leading to a ferocious game of dodgeball. Many of the children yelled something about being able to dodge a wrench, but that was quickly drowned out by barks, yips and squeaks. Lyra followed the time on the clock, waiting till the very last minute to end gym class. 3:45, she blew her whistle and the kids stopped their game, “Good hustle, kiddos. Shower time!” Spirits were high. The kids chattered and congratulated each other all the way to the locker rooms. Lyra followed, eager to wash off the sweat she built up while playing along. By the time she got to the girl’s locker room, many of the kids were already in various states of undress. It was like walking through a gallery of body types, development and underwear. Very few tried to cover themselves, owing to the sex positive nature of Milestone city. As comfortable as some would seem, others made an effort to stay modest. Lyra was not one to do so, nor would she shy away from being nude with those who are supposed to be her underlings. Nudity was natural, doing it together made sense. Being several years older than the kids around her, she was much more developed; strikingly so in comparison. With her top off, her bare breasts were far bigger than any other girl in the class. Most of the kids hadn’t even started puberty, while others were just barely in the first stages of it. Lyra was in the middle of it, not that it was giving her much to work with, but it was enough to outshine the other girls; especially, and more importantly, Rekka. The young wolf strode confidently towards Lyra, nude, and in companionship with an equally nude Valkyrie. Sensing trouble, Lyra kicked her pants away, standing naked with her arms crossed in front of her chest. “What do you dorks want?” Rekka snorted and looked over Lyra’s naked body before replying, “Just here to size you up. Not so threatening, I’d say.” Lyra laughed. “You don’t seem to size up at all.” The wolf blushed and the tips of her hair flared pink, “You’re what? Four years older than me and your tits are still only slightly bigger than mine? Pathetic.” Lyra growled. “What about your pussy? Still no new fur...” Even her own had a good amount of new fur growth around it, showing off just how mature she was comparatively. “Your friend here has more going for her,” She gave Valkyrie a wink. “Poor puppy, must not have even started puberty. What’s it like still being a little girl, Rebecca?” “Shut your fucking mouth!” Valkyrie had to hold Rekka back! She tried to pounce on the squirrel right there and then, but the Valkyrie held her in place. “Save your strength, Rekka-wolf!” Valkyrie pleaded. She could hardly hold the little wolf back. She struggled so fiercely, desperate to pummel the older girl. Lyra flinched when Rekka jumped at her, but she tried to be cool about it. “Good thing you had your girlfriend to keep you tame.” Lyra teased, as she gave Rekka a sly smile. “Besides, a fight here wouldn’t do either of us any good...” “She’s right,” Valkyrie said, “Though...” She made an emphasis on sniffing the air, “The squirrel could use a shower... Smells like she’s been having some fun.” Lyra blushed and turned away in a huff; carrying her bag with her to the showers. Rekka laughed and wiggled away from Valkyrie. “That’s right! Run away, slut! You won’t be so lucky next time we meet!” Of course, that comment made Lyra’s tail twitch. She wanted nothing more than to stomp that bitch into the ground, like she would have any other year... You shouldn’t think like that, Ly... Be better... Be better, for Starch and Timothy. They both believe in you... She sighed, disheartened. Everyone knows who she is, knows her past. They all hate her, and she deserves it; but everyone deserves a second chance, right? The shower room branched off from the main locker room. It was already full of steam and the sound of running water. Ugly, aged-blue tile covered the floors and walls. The stalls, if you could even call them that, were hardly a divider between each shower. Most of the stalls were missing the curtains, even the racks were gone; torn out years prior. Those that did have a curtain were in use, the others... Well, you had to just suck it up and let everyone look at you. Lyra did not mind, nor did the majority of Wildstar elementary. Many took to it happily. Though, several sounds behind a half closed curtain drew her attention. Lyra couldn’t help but look, how could she not? There, in a stall, a frog was muzzle deep in Savannah’s pussy. The Hyena’s cock lay across her forehead, leaking pre-cum with each pleasured throb. Savannah moaned, quite loudly, as her hips humped into the amphibians face. The frog girl had both of her hands squeezing down on Savannah’s rump. She hadn’t noticed the squirrel, not yet, at least. The frog was far too busy bringing the Hyena to orgasm. Lyra blushed, and with great effort, she tore her eyes away from the two and tried to find her own stall. Nissie? Was that her name? I’ve seen her before... I wonder what that tongue can do... The shower she chose wasn’t private, but it wasn’t exactly on display either. With no curtain to draw, she shrugged. Not like she needed to hide anything. The water always started cold, dreadfully so, but thankfully it warmed up only a few moments after she turned it on. She sighed as the soothing water washed over her fur; her paws glided across her body, lathering a dab of shampoo. Thoughts came and went. Mostly about the events of the day. Her paw glided down her soft, creamy belly fur, fingers sliding down between her sensitive petals. The last of Starch’s cum had begun to leak, and as much as she wanted it to remain inside, she did need to get clean. She did just that, feeling refreshed by the end of it. Life was good, and she was starting to feel it. Her paw went to her breasts, to squeeze and kneed. They were sensitive, more so lately than before, and noticeably larger. She was proud of them, despite still being small for her age, but they were boobs, defined and perky. Between the show Nissie had given her, and her own sensual touch, she was beginning to feel hot again. Her pussy was already wet, but that desire to mate had been quenched, for now. She pawed through her bag, pulling out a sizable buttplug. Since Starch confiscated her vibrator, she would have to make due. She rubbed the toy along her sodden lips, slicking it in her nectar before coating the rest in some lube she had packed away. Slowly, she pushed the toy inside her tailhole. That full feeling hit her hard, making her tail twitch. She moaned softly as she gently played with her clit, taking in as much of the pleasure as she could. She wouldn’t cum from this alone, not unless she tried really hard, but she still enjoyed it immensely. But, all good things must come to an end. Feeling much better, and much cleaner, she stepped out of the steamy shower stall. Her paws worked a yellow towel around her body as she made her way back to the change room. She set her bag down and changed into clean clothing; a pair of pink panties, white skirt, and a basic Wildstar t-shirt and jacket. The halls of the school were nearly empty by the time she left. Being the last out of the shower was nothing new for the squirrel. She enjoyed the public exposure, and to be honest, she enjoyed the company of other kids; even if they butted heads more often than not. School had ended more than half an hour ago, but students still lingered for a multitude of after school activities. None paid her any attention as she made her way outside. With her bag slung over her shoulder, she headed down the path that cut through the school fields. A small woodlot grew just outside school property, which also happened to be the closest and most discreet place the Null Crystal could not reach. As soon as Lyra stepped off the property, she melted into the shadows. With the sun as high as it was during mid-afternoon, jumping took work, but was doable. The quickest way home was through Steelridge park. It was small, but afforded plenty of shadows to use. Lyra materialized at the edge of the woods and took a quiet path inside. The colourful Autumn leaves painted the gravel path, and the trees swayed with the last breaths of the season. October was coming to an end. Halloween was on the mind, and with it coming closer everyday, she wondered what she would be this year; especially if it were to be her last. Those thoughts, however, were interrupted by two very familiar girls jumping from a row of bushes. Rekka and Valkyrie blocked Lyra’s path, and behind them, Timothy followed, squeaking something inaudible. “P-please, Rekka!” Timothy pleaded, “You don’t have to!” Rekka shrugged it off and pushed him to the side, “Don’t you worry, Squeaks. She won’t be bothering you anymore.” Timothy looked as if he was about to cry, but he could not will himself to get between the girls. The wolf slung her baseball bat across her shoulder, her eyes blazing directly at Lyra. The squirrel wiggled her nose, knowing exactly where this was going. Lyra tossed her bag to the side and crossed her arms, watching as Valkyrie stepped beside Rekka where she took a stance. Valkyrie snorted, her feathers rising as lightning crackled through them. She looked the squirrel up and down, her teeth bared and her throat alive with a primordial growl. It was enough to send a shiver down Lyra’s spine, as if some sort of long forgotten instinct could feel the presence of a predator. Lyra realized she'd been holding her breath; she opted to release it as an exasperated sigh, rolling her eyes for good measure. “What do you want?” she asked, already knowing the answer. Rekka pointed her baseball bat at Lyra, the tips of her hair glowing hot pink. “Your face in the dirt, treedog. You fucked with the wrong kids this time.” Valkyrie growled and nodded, “The She-Squirrel will face justice for all she has done to the weak and feeble!” In that instant, before Lyra could even blink, the raptor closed the gap. With the force of a lightning bolt, she struck Lyra, and with a surprised squeak! Lyra tumbled into the dirt, only for her entire body to sink into the shadows and disappear. Valkyrie, who was about to follow up with another attack, looked at the ground confused. Valkyrie cocked her head, “Did Valkyrie kill her?” Lyra answered. Icy, wraith like claws of pure shadow extended from the leaf litter. The other worldly appendages slashed at Valkyrie, who narrowly avoided being bisected by flipping backwards over the ghoulish magic. She landed with the grace of a ballerina, only to have Rekka vault over her with her baseball bat swinging. Fire ignited, and with the strength of a hero, she slammed a ball of fire towards the shadows. The immense heat and light tore through the magic and destroyed the conjuration. Rekka and Valkyrie stood shoulder to shoulder, ready to fight whatever else the squirrel would throw at them. They waited in the light of Rekka’s fireball, it burned quick and bright, casting shadows all around them. From behind, Lyra emerged. With a cocky grin, she smacked both of the younger kids across the head playfully before disappearing back into her shadows. “You fucking bitch!” Rekka growled as she twirled around. “Come out and fight proper!” Valkyrie rubbed the back of her head, her face red hot. The raptor was no fool, they both had lost in that mere instance. If that squirrel was being serious, both of them would have been defeated with a single blow. “Rekka-Wolf...” Valkyrie whispered, “We need a plan. She’s stronger than us...” Rekka blinked and looked at her friend in confusion, “She sure as hell ain’t! We can take her, Val!” Both of the girls fell back to a stance as those ghostly-black claws emerged from the shadows once more. Rekka ignited her baseball bat, and like a flaming sword, she swung it through the air in a display of skill. Valkyrie raised her arm into the air, and with a moment of concentration, lightning connected to her claws with a deafening clap of thunder. Timothy watched helplessly. He so desperately wanted to yell out! To stop the fight! But, he was just too weak. “Blood Lighting: Howling Thunder!” Valkyrie unleashed her attack, slashing her talons through the air. Blots of lighting, one for each claw, raked into the shadows, tearing into the magic and ground below with earth shattering booms; scorching claw-like marks in the dirt. But it wasn’t enough to destroy Lyra’s magic. The squirrel slashed out in retaliation. Rekka jumped over the first and rolled under the second, her blazing bat coming down in one swift motion. It made contact, dispelling the darkness in a single magnificent strike before the claws could reach Valkyrie. “She can’t keep this up forever,” Rekka said through laboured breaths. “She’ll have to show herself soon.” Valkyrie, in a show of immense willpower and skill, unheard of among cubs her age, summoned forth a cloak of lightning. The dancing electricity began to change her body. Her muscles grew twice in size and her feathers glowed a pulsing blue, as if a thunderstorm resided within the young girl. Rekka watched in awe, her tail wagging at the impressive display. They shared a quick look, and Rekka mouthed the words “Later”, as if promising something fun. Spurred on by that promise, Valkyrie let her overclocked senses guide her. There, under a tree, a shadow not like any other, hid just out of sight. With blinding speed, she raced towards the tree, her claws ready to destroy Lyra’s hiding place. The squirrel zipped away, using her mana to escape across the path; but this time, Valkyrie gave chase. She was easily able to keep up to the intangible darkness, and with cocky arrogance, she jumped on the shadow, only to disappear inside it. Valkyrie floated in a void colder than any winter. Her body immediately tensed up and began to shake uncontrollably, and her breath vaporized instantly. Her heart rate quickened, and she began to panic. All she could see was endless darkness, an abyss darker than Tartarus itself. A disembodied voice echoed throughout the void, “Welcome to my lair...” Menacing laughter seemed to come from all sides, invading the mind and soul of the young raptor girl. Valkyrie held her claws to her ears, desperate to keep the voice out. Then, the darkness was destroyed. Rekka’s fire blazed brightly, forcing the squirrel and raptor out of the shadow and into the leaves. The sudden ejection knocked the wind from both of the girls, leaving them withering on the ground. Lyra recovered first and immediately jumped back into a shadow, leaving Rekka to tend to Valkyrie. The dinosaur lay trembling on the dirt with her arms wrapped tightly around herself, as if to trap in as much warmth as she could. “S-so c-cold...” Rekka quickly assessed the situation. “Hold on, I have you.” Being a well rounded battlefield tactician, Rekka heated her body and pulled Valkyrie into a tight hug. Valkyrie slowly stopped trembling and sighed in relief. She returned the hug, pulling as much of that warmth into her body as she could. “T-thanks, Rekka... Valkyrie owes you.” The little wolf leaned over and smooched Valkyrie, “Save it for after the fight, sweetie.” Laughter filled the forest. The two girls hopped back up and took a fighting stance; ready for anything the squirrel could throw at them. “Isn’t that sweet,” Lyra said, her voice seemingly coming from all around. “You two make a cute couple...” Rekka growled, “That’s none of your business, shortstack!” “Calling me names now? My my, I thought we were older than that...” Valkyrie giggled. “You know what rhymes with shortstack?” She could hardly contain herself before blurting out, “Small rack!” Rekka laughed, the tips of her hair flaring up in delight. Either the joke or Rekka's laughter stuck a nerve - Lyra's expression twisted into an ugly scowl as she spat, "Fuck you!" thrusting her arms into the air, a wave of black magic spilled under the leaf litter and blasted upward, casting up a shower of earthy detritus around the cackling pair. Rekka responded first, jumping into a spin kick to burn away the leaves with a swath of flame, while Valkyrie frantically tried to re-locate her quarry. Lost eyes on her, lost her scent trail, hard shadows everywhere from the leaves and Rekka's flames... She turned to her friend too late. Rekka was still in the air, and Lyra had materialized behind her in tight Tour en L'air. Valkyrie's eyes met Rekka's; she already recognized her error in opening herself up while the squirrel was unseen. In the moment before Valkyrie could act, two things happened simultaneously: Lyra opened her form into a spinning roundhouse kick to Rekka's kidney, and Rekka clenched her eyes shut and produced the biggest, most reckless gout of fire that she could in the direction she anticipated Lyra would be. Lyra’s kick landed with incredible power, sending Rekka flying with a yelp. Her little body crashed into the forest floor, ejecting soil and plants all around her; gouging a crater, stopped only by the roots below the surface. As fast as the flames had erupted, Valkyrie dashed through the ash and smoke and grabbed for Lyra. When she landed all she was holding a handful of thick, burning fur - Lyra was headed for the hills, furiously trying to pat out a fire in her tail. Valkyrie looked to Rekka, still half buried in dirt, stock still and looking sick. "Timothy! Tend to Rekka-Wolf!" she shouted over her shoulder and broke off to give chase. Timothy ran to his friend, aghast in horror. She lay there, bruised and battered, covered in soil and debris. Her clothing had been torn to shreds, her skirt having been tugged to her waist, and her pink top hung on by threads, perky, little nipples poking past strands of pink fabric. Typically, she wore no panties, her ebony pussy on display for the mouse, who immediately blushed. To his credit, he pulled his gaze away. "Rekka," he whimpered, "Are you okay?!" He dropped to his knees, unsure where to start or what to do. Rekka coughed, her paw wiping her muzzle clean of blood and dirt. “I’m... I’m okay, squeaks...” She groaned and laid her head back in the dirt. The sight of blood made the mouse panic, his voice trembling. “Y-you’re bleeding!” “Heh, yeah, I am...” She said, looking at her stained paw. “She got me good...” With a chuckle, she closed her eyes and exhaled hotly. “Rekka...” Timothy tried to sniff back his tears, but the little mouse broke down. Tears fell, some landing on the wounded wolf. “We need to get you out of here!” His paw stroked at her dirty forehead, cleaning her fur. “You might need a doctor-” Timothy was cut off by an ear-splitting boom of thunder. Rekka's eyes snapped open and whipped her gaze to the duel that was taking place fifty paces away. Whatever ear-splitting power had just occurred, the moment had passed; they witnessed instead Valkyrie sailing gracefully to the earth into a three-point landing, rising back to form in one swift motion. A beat later, Lyra emerged like a rocket from the base of a tree, slowing to a stop at just the right height to step onto a low-hanging branch. Both were breathing deeply, staring intensely into each other's eyes. Autumn leaves were descending on the four cubs, blasted into the air by Lyra's dramatic emergence. Lyra was the first to move; her stern expression shifted to a taunting smirk. "All the talons in the world, and you still missed!" Despite her jeering remark, Timothy could hear a thrill of excitement in her voice. Valkyrie responded with a similarly playful smile. "Not so, brushtail!" Lyra childishly blewa raspberry at Valkyrie. The raptor snorted and lobbed a bolt of lighting with a swift front-kick. Lyra barely reacted in time, jerking awkwardly to the side and wobbling on her perch; when she regained her balance she immediately felt the familiar caress of the autumn breeze. Looking down, she saw her school uniform fall to tatters and join the leaves on the wind, shredded cleanly by Valkyrie's claws. An electric thrill awoke in her chest as she realized all three of her schoolmates were staring transfixed at her crotch. She already knew why - the heat had been building up between her legs this whole time, and with her skirt torn away, there was no hiding it. A droplet of her arousal fell from her panties to the ground below with a soft plap, just barely loud enough to hear. Mixed emotions flooded her senses. Dread, embarrassment, and arousal fought for dominance - she wanted to disappear- or cum in front of her classmates. Her face was red-hot and her attempt to pose confidently failed, leaving her slouching with her hands limply at her waist. Indignantly she chittered. "You did that on purpose!" Valkyrie spoke through unconstrained laughter. "You look like you need help out of your panties, squirrel. Come closer and I'll-" "Shut it!" Lyra drew a fat measure of mana inside of her and with a girlish shriek slashed at the air with both hands, producing two jagged shadow talons between Valkyrie's legs. In an instant they grabbed the waistband of her pants and yanked them into the abyss. The raptor was completely unfazed, she might have even stood a bit taller with her pussy forced on display. “If the squirrel wants to fight nude,” Valkyrie lifted off her shirt and tossed it to the side, “Then Valkyrie shall!” Lyra's posture relaxed and she glanced to Rekka. She was kneeling and clutching her side, but looked ready to spring into action again if she needed too. Lyra began to bend over, slowly pulling her panties down as she went, then looked to Timothy... Timothy was in awe. At some point he had stood up again, and his eyes were darting between Valkyrie's pubic feathers and Lyra's wet panties moving down her legs. There was a small but very proud tent in his skirt. Lyra cast the panties towards Timothy, sailing in an arc and landing a few paces in front of him with a gentle wet splat. She reached behind her back to unclasp her bra and discarded it as well, "Finally. No distractions!" Both girls were now vag-out, and they dove into each other once more. Timothy felt like he was going to faint watching them lay into each other. He was transfixed on Valkyrie's tight abs, those pubic feathers rippling over her exotic little peach with every mighty strike - Mighty strikes aimed at Lyra, her more delicate form dancing out of the way. As he watched, she effortlessly jumped into a back flip, and for a brief moment, frozen in time, Timothy saw a droplet of Lyra's arousal fleck off of her clitoris and onto Valkyrie's face. He realized he could smell it. With a shiver he glanced down at the moist pink panties discarded in front of him thinking about picking them up, and jumped when he felt a pair of hands creeping up his sides. Rekka, now standing completely nude behind the mouse, having discarded her ruined clothing, wrapped her arms around Timothy and hugged him. “R-rekka!” “Shh,” She nibbled on his warm ear. “You look a little hot...” Her paws travelled along his sides, sensually caressing every inch of the young boy. “Let me help you...” "But what about-" "Look at them, Val has this. You, on the other hand..." Her hands slid down his sides, then up his skirt and along his thighs. "Well, this looks like a good opportunity to study, doesn't it?" Timothy let out a whimper, "I actually meant about you, Rekka... Lyra hit you really-AH!" “Not wearing any undies today, cutie?” Rekka giggled. "I'm fine, she's not even strong. She has no form." “O-oh... Okay...” He wasn't so sure about that, Lyra's spin kick looked really mean, but that thought evaporated quickly when Rekka pulled him tight against her chest. Her paw touched his little cock, and he practically melted into her. His breathing became long and hot, his breath vaporizing with each pleasured exhale. The wolf smooched across his neck, her warm breath tickling his fur as she began to slowly pump his little cock. “That’s it,” She whispered, “I want you to watch them. Take it all in, sweety.” Meanwhile, Valkyrie was giving Lyra a frantic run for her money. It was obvious all of them were running low on mana; all three girls had been eager to dump magic into each other from the start, how much did they have left? Lyra centred herself as she weaved fluidly through claws, punches and kicks - she was losing quickly, despite her defence holding near perfectly. The raptor fought with immaculate form and impressive speed, and Lyra had been waiting for an opening that was never going to present itself. Valkyrie delivered a high roundhouse, giving Ly space for a jab - she cut in to take it, a solid body blow, but this was going nowhere at this rate. Valkyrie didn’t even flinch, not a squeak. I can't waste any more mana fighting She would have to use her remaining magic to make her getaway. Valkyrie cut in for a sweeping kick, and Lyra risked jumping over her. She needed to get her bearings again... Her clothes were toast, but she liked those panties... and the bra. Glancing to the sky, the sun was almost setting and a bank of clouds was rolling in... Just about to obscure the sun. Perfect. As Lyra's paws touched the ground, a blanket of shade fell over the woodlot and she sank into the shadows. Black magic kicked up a trail of leaves as it made a beeline to the discarded bra on the ground, then she zipped towards her panties in front of Rekka and Timothy. Timothy looked ready to blow. His face was a pleasured mess, his ears wiggled and flapped, and his eyes were rolled back up into his skull; even a strand of drool dripped from the corner of his muzzle. Rekka was pumping him furiously with her right paw, her eyes locked on the black magic vermin skittering through the underbrush. She was fully prepared when it turned for her and Timmy; she had been gathering mana from her own arousal, from Timothy's energy as well, and she had just the thing. She released her grip on Timothy's chest and her left hand rose into the air, launching a tiny sun-bright dot between them and the shadows charging through the underbrush at them. Before Lyra could reach her undergarments the pellet detonated, and she felt herself lurching out of her pocket dimension, the shadows now cast into light. Lyra was launched unceremoniously in the air, tumbling forward with her arms windmilling trying to catch herself. No more shadows, and it would be too expensive to teleport like this. I don't have enough mana... I have to take it and try to get away when her fire clears. Her eyes locked with Rekka's - she wore a rapturous grin as Lyra sailed gently through the air towards her, completely defenceless. Before Lyra could separate up from down Valkyrie tore past her skidding to a halt a step in front of Timothy and punched Lyra square in the stomach. Many things happened at once: Lyra's arms and legs swung forward as all of her momentum was wrapped around Valkyrie's fist. All air exited her lungs in a painful staccato HOUGH. Her buttplug was launched straight out of her ass, bouncing off the forest floor with some force. A droplet of Lyra's juices sailed straight into Timothy's open mouth. The plug sailed cleanly into Rekka's raised hand, Timothy closed his mouth with a moan and Valkyrie rose into a triumphant pose as Lyra fell. Thump! As she hit the ground her ears were ringing and all she could see were stars. Rolling on to her back she tried to breathe in and panicked realizing she couldn't. Totally winded. Opening her eyes she could barely make out Timothy’s cock and low hanging balls right above her. Rekka was working his cock as fast as she could. She licked his ear and whispered into it, “That’s it. Cum for me, Timmy... Cum for your wolf.” Rekka put extreme emphasis on that last part, making sure Lyra knew who he belonged to. That was enough to push Timothy over the edge. He squeaked! His whole body tensed up, shivering and shaking, as those first waves of pleasure washed over him like a ragging waterfall. He thrust his hips forward, nearly poking Lyra in the eye before the first strands of cum shot from his tip, splattering against her forehead, eyes, and lips. Lyra tried to snort it out of her nose but she still couldn't catch her breath. She raised her hands but it was far too late, there was so much of it and it was in her hair... The little boy shivered and squeaked, unknowingly emptying the last of his cum all over his Teacher’s Assistant’s face. His little cock twitched one last time before slowly going limp, despite Rekka’s cum covered paw trying to stroke it back to life. Rekka giggled. “Isn’t he such a good mouse?” Valkyrie was dramatically stretching Lyra’s shoulder with a self-satisfied smile. Rekka leaned forward with a lustful glaze and booped Lyra on the nose with her own buttplug, picking up a glob of Timothy's sperm as she retracted it. Timothy opened his eyes and looked down at her in bliss; but that bliss was quickly replaced with shock. “Lyra??” Lyra groaned. All she could do was meet his surprised gaze. It was completely humiliating. She took long, steady breaths. All she needed was a few more moments of rest to escape Valkyrie’s grasp... The shock wasn’t enough to snap Timothy out of the orgasmic pleasure; and given that Rekka was still stroking his cock, he didn’t stand a chance. He melted back into Rekka’s chest, enjoying the moment for what it was. Rekka was about to wipe more mess in Lyra's hair, but the squirrel had caught her breath, and she wasted no time using it to let out a primal scream and with it every ounce of mana she had. With Rekka's flames clear and the sky getting darker, there was no shortage of shadows to choose from, and she chose to use all of them. A mass of black hands erupted from the underbrush to drag her under, and she was gone in the chaos of leaves before Valkyrie could see what direction she went. Running away was the last thing Lyra ever wanted to do. Be it stubbornness or pride, perhaps even foolishness, she would see things through to the end; but not this time. Her wounds were not serious enough to warrant escape, but her mana was gone. Out numbered and outgunned, retreat was all she had left. It infuriated her. A frustration felt deep within her gut that would not go away. An embarrassment that would haunt her for days. Lyra barely made it a few dozen yards from the battle before being forcefully ejected from her shadows. Exhaustion had crept through her body till she couldn’t stave it off any longer. She lay there panting heavily, her breath turning to vapour in the cold Autumn air. The depletion of her mana hit her hard, as it did for most people. It was almost paralyzing. Her heart beat wildly in her chest, and her eyes were dilated and wide. Each tiny movement sent jolts of tingling pain throughout her body. All she could do was lay there and take it. Eventually, her heart calmed and her body relaxed. She groaned and placed a paw to her forehead, desperate to ease a headache. She took a deep breath and exhaled sharply. “Fuck me...” Lyra’s body seemed to agree with those words. A cool wind tickled her exposed privates, reminding her of the raging arousal that still had yet to wane. She cupped her pussy, immediately soaking her furry palm. That was enough to make even herself shudder. She quickly wiped it clean on the grass to rid herself of that nasty feeling. “Just great...” She sighed and forced herself to her feet. There she was, naked and alone in the darkness of the woods; the taste of defeat souring on her tongue. A walk of shame was to be had, but even now, the thought was detestable. Anything would be better! She growled as she patted her fur clean of dry leaves and dirt. She could do nothing about the sodden fur between her legs, regrettably. The first steps into the woods were cold and uncomfortable. Having her body on display normally wouldn’t be an issue, but with her mana completely drained, well, there was no telling if she could escape someone looking to do her wrong. Though, she supposed it was a risk she had coming to her. A shameful walk, indeed, for the squirrel dipped, dived and weaved through the streets. Each time a car passed, she would duck behind some bushes; and then, when the coast was clear, she would dart across the streets and sidewalks. It was an arduously slow process. Even with all the skills she had, she was unable to keep herself from being spotted by a few lucky gazes. By the time Lyra made it home, her mana was starting to return; which turned out to be a good thing, since she forgot to leave out a key. The smallest of openings was more than enough for her to traverse using her powers. A slightly agape window allowed easy access into her house. It was an upper-middle class townhouse nearing closer to downtown, south of Steelridge. It was one of many in the neighbourhood, easily forgotten and easily passed. The modern interior lacked any imagination beyond “Get it done.” As unimaginative as the drab decor was, Lyra kept it clean, practically spotless. Her parents were not often home, but they were not unknown to drop in from time to time. Lyra shot straight upstairs. She easily navigated the darkness of the hallway, all the way up to the third floor. The only rooms up there was hers and one of the many bathrooms, leaving the space mostly to herself. She fumbled for a switch, no matter how many times she had done exactly this, she could not get it on the first try. Finally, her room lit up. She had replaced the once disagreeable, obnoxiously bright bulb, with a remote controlled RBG mood light. It was just the right tone and warmth to relax the nerves. The rest of her room was just as personalized. A single bed lay in the corner, covered in stuffies of all sorts. Clothes were strewn about, mostly used panties and bras. Many of which hung on a dainty vanity, one with a mirror for makeup and many drawers for storage of just that. The room was large enough for a couch and TV; both of which made up her entertainment corner that was surrounded in movies and cds. The discs were piled high on the shelves and coffee tables, many of them having hand written titles. A camera was setup on a tripod facing the couch, for what purpose, only time could tell. The squirrel ignored everything in her room. She flopped right down into bed and immediately pushed her paw between her legs. She let out a sigh of relief, those glorious first waves of pleasure hit her hard. A small squeak, then a moan, till she was chorus of pleasure. With no one home to wake up, she let it all out. Her fingers were all she needed. She rolled on her side, her paw squished between her thighs. She started slow, still sore from her time with Starch. Her fingers glided across her clit, down between her lips, and back up, only to circle around her clit once more before repeating the process. As good as that felt, it was but a tease. She didn’t bother to muffle her moans as she pushed a finger inside. She panted heavily, and her footpaws tensed and rubbed together as she slipped a second finger in. With a deep breath, she pulled them out and then pushed them back in, quickly building a rhythm; one that turned desperate within moments. All she wanted was that hit. That instant and lasting relief, but just couldn’t get it! Frustration rising. She wouldn’t even need to jerk off, if it weren’t for that bitch and her stupid sexy Velociraptor girlfriend. Fuck! Why are they so damn hot? Ding! Lyra blinked. Her concentration broken in that moment. Her threatening orgasm faded away just as quickly as it had come. She groaned and rolled over to see who could possibly be bothering her. It was Starch; and he was babbling about how what they did was wrong and why they should stop. Lyra rolled her eyes and snapped a few pictures of her pussy. She didn’t even bother responding with any text. The pictures would be enough to snap the adult out of his panic. After a moment, it showed that he saw the pictures. Lyra giggled. He was clearly texting and then deleting what he was going to say, till finally! He said, “You’re beautiful...” Score. “Thanks, Starch~” She texted. “Want to see more?” Lyra already knew the answer. He had taken the bait; hook, line and sinker! She rolled over onto her belly and pushed herself up onto her hands and knees; and with her tail held high, she snapped a few pictures of her rump. Her paw would spread her pussy for some added tease. It was exhilarating. Sending nudes to her teacher felt so taboo. Something that you shouldn’t do, but it felt good doing. This was exactly what Lyra needed. It pushed all the right buttons. She could feel it! That orgasm she so desperately needed! She found herself with her head in the pillows and her rump high in the air. Her fingers pumped in out and out her little pussy, edging herself closer and closer... Her whole body jerked! Her eyes widened and she squeaked! Her legs slammed shut and she fell on her side, tensing and relaxing as this powerful orgasm shook her body. “Fuuuck!” The was no reason to be quiet, even the neighbours wouldn’t hear, not that she would care if they could. Squeaks and chitters, even the rare squirrel bark, were heard as she felt the last of the pleasure ebb away. Her fingers idly slipped in and out of her tensing hole, milking the orgasm for everything it had. It was over as fast it had come. She rolled onto her back, her breath ragged and hot. Her whole body felt icky and gross, and the orgasm that just soaked her legs did her no favours. Her phone vibrated, snapping her back to reality. With a devious grin, she grabbed her phone and snapped a few pictures of her post-orgasm privates. Her pubic fur was a matted mess, and her pussy was obviously well used. If anything, it only proved the teen needed a bath. But, it was sure to last Starch the night; and that alone put a smile on her face. Things only looked to get better from here.