Igniting the Flames of Spirit

“C’mon, two more laps and we’re done!” The wolf was doing her best to give encouragement to the mouse running alongside her. “You got this! You said you wanted to build up stamina, so don’t give up on me now!” 
Timmy, however, wasn’t feeling that same enthusiasm now that he was finally in the trenches. “Yeah, but…I didn’t realize…stamina building…took so much…out of me.” 
This particular Saturday afternoon was definitely a hot one. The neighborhood of Steelridge was somewhat bustling today despite the heat. Neighbors out sunbathing, walking their dogs, or other kids just playing in the front yards. Not Rekka, and today, not Timmy either. The mouse always held her in such admiration that Terry, a mutual friend of theirs, decided to get them to meet. After having done so, Timmy confessed that he wanted to be as cool and strong like her, and without hesitation, she swore she was going to bring out his best. That’s what led to today. The pair of cubs, decked out in skirts and short tops, jogged around the block. 
To any onlookers, a pair of girls were speeding in the same direction, both looking as opposite as could be. Rekka, still decked out in her bubblegum punk style, pink skirt and top, designed with skulls all over. The mouse, wearing his comfortable black skirt and a black crop top to match, carries a similar, yet darker style to the one she's running with. 
"I know you texted me saying you wanted to get stronger." The wolf started, looking over to him as they continued their jog. "But I don't think you told me exactly why you wanted to get stronger. I don't exactly see you as the type that's gonna run around and try to save people all the time. Or… Is it a bully? If that's the case you can just call on me and I can crack their skulls for you." 
Timothy listened but opened his eyes in a bit of surprise that this girl who barely knew him longer than a day was offering to protect him. At the same time, that was part of the problem. "It's not that I'm having problems Ms. Shields. It's just that I…" He trailed off for a second. "I want to be stronger. I'm so weak right now. And… Over the last couple years I saw Terry change from being a weak mouse. He isn't how he was anymore. He is strong and sticks up for himself. He got strong on the inside and he says that's all thanks to you!" He finally blurted out. "You're pretty, you're stronger than anybody I know, you're like a superstar at school. I want to be like Terry. I want to be like YOU!"
The lupine found herself shocked by that, enough so that she even lost pace and slowed down, the weight of his words bearing down on her in a nearly literal way. Timothy followed suit, slowing down to look at her, just a bit more breathless than she was. Rekka was blushing a bit, not used to the barrage of honest compliments like that, but just as quickly, a fire erupted in those crystal blue eyes of her's. "No. You don't want to be like Terry. And you don't want to be strong like me." She walked a few steps, placing a hand on his shoulder now, and scoring an admiring blush from him as well. "We're going to make you strong like only you can be. Me and my friends are going to make you the best you that you'll ever be!" Those words rang in the boy's ears like the loudest voice he ever heard. His heart was racing, both from the rub and the heat of her inspiration flowing through him. In fact, his heart was racing so loudly that she had to pull back, just to make sure she was hearing things right. "Uh... Squeaky? Am… Am I hearing your heartbeat… From here?"
Coming back from his own little world, he gasped, quickly placing a paw over his heart in an effort to silence the noise. "Ah… Hehe, l-lost control a little bit there. I'm… My powers make things louder or quieter but sometimes I can't help it." Bashfully, he smoothed out this skirt before taking in another breath. "Hope… That wasn't weird or anything."
"Nah. Sounds like some cool stuff that we're gonna use later. C'mon, just a little more to go." She took off again, blazing in front of him and forcing him to sprint harder to catch back up. The lucky thing about being emotional while running is that it's easy to lose track of the distance traveled in the process. The kids were only a few meters from the finish line. "Almost home. Know what that means? Bust out all the stops. Push it till you get to the end!" The wolf leaped forth, both feet slamming hard to the ground as she took up a low track pose. This is what Timmy loves, seeing the wolf in action.
Rekka's face lit up with what could only be described as an intense feeling of hype. The scars along her face began to glow a bright pink, as well as the burning tips to her hair. "Let's blaze!" She took off! Pink flames bursting from the bottom of her feet and sparking from her palms, black and pink hair fluttered behind her as she rocketed away, blazing a trail for him to follow behind. Timmy knew what she was capable of, as he's seen her at school many times. But this? Seeing it up close was a whole new experience. His eyes lit up, and he watched slack-jawed as the pink inferno left him behind. Before, his mind would only think 'I could never do something like that' but after the speech she gave him? ‘I'm going to make you proud. Thanks for making this trail for me, Ms. Shields.' He mustered own might, took in a breath and took off behind, running as fast as his legs could carry him. Skirt billowing, hair bouncing, and heart racing, he was going to push himself to the end as well. 
Finally reaching the house, Timmy keeled over a bit, gripping the hem of his skirt at his knees and he fought to get the air back into his lungs. "M-made it. I ran the whole…" He finally looked up at the wolf, who was confidently leaning against the light pole, then back down to her feet. 'Oh no…' he thought to himself. "Ms. Shields, your sho-"
"REBECCA!" The front door flew open with a bang and a booming baritone. "Again with the shoes?! I told you, no flame running if you're not barefoot! How many pairs do I need to get you?!" The massive, imposing creature stepped out of the house, arms folded and looking very upset at the girl who was maybe a quarter his size. 
Rekka was a little dumbfounded, and initially looked around to see if those judging eyes were misplaced, until looking down and noticing that her shoes were, indeed, shouldering from the pink fire surrounding it. "Wellllll, it's a good thing I got spares, huh?" She chuckled nervously.  She put the flames out, but they were beyond saving. She kicked off the half melted sneakers, and shortly after hitting the ground, the larger wolf merely gave the shoes a stern look before a crimson flame engulfed them, and just like that, dust in the wind. 
"Rebecca?" The mouse found himself giggling a bit, only to feel this aura of heat burning from her body, knowing not to chuckle any further. His eyes scanned her though, catching her bare, gray feet, undamaged and unscarred, unlike the rest of her. He felt his own heat rise a little bit, just before her voice snapped him back to reality. 
"Sorry dad. We're done out here. I won't need 'em anymore. Alright, Squeaks. Leftover pizza and soda for lunch. We can rest today. You did good." She grinned, offering him a soft slug to his arm.
Even that love tap on the shoulder has an impact. That feeling didn't go away for a bit, but the welcoming way she treated him despite having just met officially today was a feeling beyond compare. Rekka’s father watched as they walked by, smirking in a rather smug way. "Still picking up strays, Becca?" 
"Grr… He's not a stray! He's somebody that wants to get stronger and unlike you, I'm happy to help people." She snorted, pushing past him to head inside. Timothy didn't speak much during that, deciding that it isn't really a rodent's place to get in between a pair of growling wolves. "Sorry about my dad. He can be a real hard ass. Anyways…" she took his hand, pulling him forward so he would quickly come through the long hallway and into the large kitchen. 
Once the two settled in, Timothy looked around the rather large kitchen, taking a seat at the table near to the entrance of it. “Sheesh, this place is pretty big. I didn’t think some rich girl like you would be so…tough and strong and stuff.” The blond boy piped up as he waited for the pizza to be served. 
“Heh, I’m not a princess or anything.” She responded, taking the slice of pizza and slipping it onto a plate, before nonchalantly putting it in the microwave and turning it on for him. “If anything, it’s because people could think that about me is why I go so hard to make sure nobody thinks I’m a weakling."
After the beep, she brought the first slice to the mouse. "Um...I see. I think it's really cool." He looked down again, eyes peering at her feet, before coming partially up just out of sheer shyness. "I don't know how you're able to just… Be so strong like that. How do you just… Do it like that?" He started, taking the pepperoni slice and taking a few small bites. 
"Heh. Competition." She shrugged as she put another plate of pizza in the microwave. "I was always the best until that fox came along. He beat me in a race the first time we met, I never wanted to be beat again. So I got better and I beat him. Then he got better and beat me. And from there I realized I don't mind losing. It just makes me get better!" She laughed. "I found out that's how I like to do everything. I win, I lose, and I get better every time!" She grinned at him, even flexing a muscle as she approached. "The best version of me shows up when I have somebody I need to be better than. So I always want to make people good so then I can beat them at their best because it makes us both better." 
Timmy stared, nodded, and continued to eat, only with a deeper blush on his face. He was internally swooning, the heat of her spirit infecting him as well. "I'll make you proud, Rekka. I'll get better just like you want to." He pumped his fists with those cheeks stuffed with cheese and sauce. 
She sat, taking a bite of her own food. "Get better for you first. Then we'll talk." She laughed, reaching out to gently slug him in the shoulder. 
He squeaked, then giggled as well. From there, the two talked, just learning about each other's likes and dislikes until the food disappeared. Minutes later, the pair stopped their chatting, just to let the food finally settle in, the silence breaking by the wolfess looking back at the boy, just coming out to speak her thoughts.
"So, I noticed you couldn't stop staring at my feet since we got back in." She said through a smirk, fangs shining through as she stared at the timid mouse. "Need a closer look? Go ahead. Don't worry about my dad, he's gonna be busy in his office the rest of today." She gave a tempting look. "You did such a good job today, I think you deserve a treat. Whaddya say, Squeaks?"
Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump. Those blue pools were locked on the wolf now. What was she saying? What was she offering?! Here? Now?! Him?! Once again her ears were catching that heartbeat, but instead of being taken off guard, she was expecting it, even tapping her fingers to the loud pulsing he was unintentionally singing to her. "Um…. I'm...w-wait. You? THE Rekka Shields. Why do you want to-"
"Shut it." She raised a paw to stop him there. "Look at it this way. I'm the boss, and you're the one getting lucky enough to play around with me. This is a reward. Now get down there." She ordered, a finger gesturing under the table.
With very little hesitation, the mouse's body almost vanished down below. From down there, initially he took his seat, getting on his knees and marveling at the sight. 'Is this for real?' He calmed his breath and his powers, crawling to get closer to her. The closer he approached, the stronger his thirst became to have her. The scars on her legs, girly soft fur surrounding them that went down to those bare feet, the black paw pads underneath. He had to feel them. His paws reached out, taking the foot on the left and lifting to get a good look. 'Oh! They are still warm! That's so nice…' he pressed himself in close so that the bottom of her foot pressed against his cheek. They smell like girl feet, with just a little bit of that warm smell left behind from the use of her powers earlier. Her aroma set off all kinds of signals in his body. Timmy felt his mouth water, toes curl, skirt tent, and his heart beat faster than when he was running his hardest. His mouth opened so he could just get a taste, just before he was stopped by something else. 
He realized that the way he held her foot, this angle offered him an unexpected view. Black panties that had the slightest glisten upon the white skull that decorated along the crotch. A perfect indent as the cameltoe gave him the exact shape of her lips in clear view, nothing left now to his imagination except how it looked without those on. He squeaked again, his timidity melting away to his desires, and with a determined grasp, held her foot still as he dragged his tongue up the sole for the first time. His first taste of the girl he looked up to. The first flavor of the wolf he was crushing on. First taste of real power, in his eyes. That taste sent shivers down his spine and awakened that primal need within him. He held onto that foot, dragging his tongue slowly along the side, making it to her big toe, licking at the tip a few times, as if he had found the juiciest cock to partake in. And just like one, he slid it into his drooling maw, beginning to bob his head on it, even aiming to entice, using his abilities of sound amplification to make sure she could hear the lewd noises he was making.
There was something to be said about the unseen actions keeping her fully enthralled in the moment. Not seeing him, and not seeing his goals or intentions were making the little girl's heart race. Foot stuff wasn’t something she indulged in before, but after today? At least Timmy would make an amazing foot massager after a run or so. Her breath was quivery and her maw opened a little. “Squeaks…n-not bad.” She complimented him. With what control she had over her legs, her thighs rubbed together, robbing him of that view, but at the same time, repaying him twofold with the knowledge that she was liking this. Those sounds only amplified the scene.
The praise did wonders for him. It emboldened him to move forward with his desires. He slowed down on popping his head up and down upon that toe, letting his blond locks bounce against his neck with every movement. He reluctantly retreated his head away from those digits, marveling at the wet work of art he created on her. The additional gleam of his saliva, and his connection to her, that string of his saliva clinging from the tip of her big toe to those plump rodent lips. Once the rope broke, as though he couldn't bear being disconnected with her fire even a nanosecond, he pressed the foot to his face again, letting his cheekbone nuzzle against her velvety soft pads with utmost devotion. His fingers began to dance up her ankle now, only stopping to feel along another one of her scars, before travelling up and up, stopping at her knee. “M-miss Rekka. Can I?” Before his sentence even finished, she took control back of her legs and they spread open, revealing to him that prize once again, and this time, the waft of her needy arousal played with his sensibilities. He was going to lose control. It was already rough enough that his spike down between his legs was starting to dampen his own cotton panties with his own nectar, but keeping his mind within his own body while such an offer was on, or in this case, under the table was becoming nearly impossible. 
“I hope you’re having fun down the-ERE!” She ended up giving off a squeak as loud as his when she felt her chair be forced back slightly by the sheer impact of his face planting itself between her legs. She looked down, wide-eyed at his moves, and feeling him taking her in with every sense he had. Seeing and feeling him sniffing, rubbing his tongue against, and at times, even staring at her privates was enough to make her feel hotter than even her powers would normally allow. “Nnnn…shiiiit…” She moaned out now, her upper body now sprawled out on the table. She bit her lip and sighed out, for now allowing him to take the reins on her pleasure. Those puffy lips were being treated spectacularly. Timmy was focusing now on letting his lips kiss along her own, and dragging his tongue against the cleft in the panties, taking in her sweet honey, and at the same time, providing extra wetness to them. “H-hey hold up.” She said, suddenly wrapping her legs around his head, playfully squeezing, if for any reason, to take him off guard. “Take ‘em off.”
For a brief second, his heart just felt like it stopped. With those thighs wrapping around his head, his mind ascended to another plane, causing his eyes to roll back and body to melt. This triggered another round of throbs to come from his heart and his heat, but his desire to obey was strong, and he forced himself to return to his head so he could get to the next part of his reward. He anxiously waited for her to arch in place before wrapping his fingers into the legs of the panties and pulling them down with an almost desperate swiftness. Finally he could see this treasure he’s been desiring. It was finally there before him. Those plump, ebon lips. The slight pinkish blush they provided him. Her erect clit, just barely poking out past the hood. The sheen of her sex, glistening under the low light under the table. It really was like a dark, forbidden fruit and one he was starved to eat. He opened his mouth, ready to move in again, but was stopped by the sudden closure of her legs. “W-wait you’re not gonna stop us now, are you?!” He blurted out.
“Stop? Oh no we’re just getting started.” Her legs fully closed, and she shifted her body so she was more slouch on the chair, legs moving above the table now as she leaned back, giving him an alternate view of her nethers. With her legs closed now, it showed off just how plump that peach was between her legs, and even added the bonus of letting him get a good look at her little star down there, too. “Now you may eat.” Her legs, once again, opened but this time very slightly, but giving his face the room and freedom to dig in.
Finally the foreplay was over. The teasing came to an end. Her sweet spot was finally free! He moved in again, wrapping his whole mouth around her muff, moaning out dreamily into it, and eliciting a similar reaction from her as those vibrations tickled her down to her core. His tongue dragged all the way up, from down near her pucker all the way up to her hood. He began to sloppily lick, lap, and slurp with very little in the way of pattern or style. Truthfully, this wild neediness was exactly how she loved it. Her moans rang through the air, becoming a chorus to the sounds of his lips and tongue working her little body over to the best of his power. The wet, slick, sticky noises of his tongue battering all sides of her insides, attacking one wall, then the other, and then dragging all over her hood was making her start to squirm. Her legs shifted back now so that they were under the table but as wide as could be, allowing him to go even deeper. His tongue slid into her canal now, just pushing back and forth and giving his best to fuck her deep with it. His nose now pressed against her clit. He inhaled again, letting her sweet, yet slightly smoky bouquet of aromas fill him up with so much energy he could hardly take it! His paw reached down, grabbing the tent of his skirt and began to stroke. 
That didn’t last very long. Rekka recognized that movement, and her toe reached out, poking his arm with enough burn to shock him out of it. “N-no! I’ll take care of that, just…get me off!” She demanded. 
“But…I can…get off just from serving you. I’m a mouse, remember, and you’re a wolf. It’s my pleasure to pleasure you!” 
“Fuck that noise.” She snapped back at him. "If you are going to get stronger then you gotta learn to cum as equals. Don't cum because you're ‘serving’ me. You licked, and now you have to learn to be my equal by getting the same treatment."
At the moment, he was so enamored with her words he almost forgot where he was and what he was doing at that moment. Those blues lit up with a newfound, much deeper admiration for the little wolfess. With a determined nod, he came up, dragging his tongue to her clit again, wrapping his lips around it and suckling tight, teasing the little nub with his tongue as his lips provided the suction to make it as sensitive as possible. He needed to pop so badly at this point he didn’t know what else to do. He could tell it was working, as her body began to undulate against his mouth. “Ffnnh! I feel it, I feel it!” Her hand shot under the table, fingers gripping the back of his head as he was forced now against that pussy, which was now seeming to increase in heat, which only made it that much more delicious to him. He noticed a pink-ish glow start to illuminate under the table, too, from what little he could see. Her scars were even lighting up now as her orgasm came to be.  “Ah, ah….AAAAAH!” She finally cried out, holding him there as shse began to fuck his face, thrusting against him, causing that wet ‘splash, splash, splash’ noise every time that soft peach pressed to his face. Her honey was soaking the poor boy’s face, the scents and sounds of her excitement utterly painting him. Once she finally calmed down, the puppy collapsed against the chair, slumped and crumbled. “Yez…Squeakz you’re da bes….” She managed to weakly utter. 
Timmy was in heaven. It almost felt like he never wanted to wash his face off again. He sat back, staring at her folds now as they pulsed from her orgasm. Seeing as they no longer just had that sheen, but now utterly radiated with her juices, as well as the seat between her legs. “I-I can’t take much more….I need to cum….can I play with myself now?”
“No. I have other plans for you…” She panted. “Come back up here. Sit up on the table…” She panted, finally getting the energy to sit up and scoot back some. “It’s my turn to pleasure you.” 
“I..don’t think you need to go that far!” He protested as he came from under the table, now standing beside her just to look over that wreck of pleasure that was his new friend. “I really had a lot of fun. I can play with myself, I won’t even last long after tha-”
“What. Did. I. Just. Tell. You?” She punctuated every word with a fiery emphasis. “Get up on the table. Before you learn to become strong, you have to realize that you’re never under anybody. You’re always everybody’s equal at all times until they prove otherwise, and that includes me. So from now on….after you get to cum, you don’t call me “Miss” anymore. It’s Rekka. And only Rekka. Got it? I call you Squeaks because I like you. I care enough to give you a nickname. So treat me with the same respect, got it?” As she lectured him, she raised her shirt above her head and tossed it to the floor, revealing more of that luscious body to him. The gray fur and the scars on her chest were on full display, the hardcore grittiness complemented quite nicely by her budding breasts and those little nips that stood on top of the mounds, shining like the highest quality black diamond. “So, skirt up. Panties down, and sit on the table.”
“A-alright… There’s not much to see.” He complied after a bit of hesitation. He dropped his panties to the floor, then sat up on the table, right in front of her like the snack she saw him as. He looked away after hiking up his skirt, revealing his own uncut, 3 inch and heavily blushing meat. “I’m not even as big as Te-RRY!” He squeaked as her face buried itself between his thighs, taking every inch of his meat within her and holding it there. Her paws wrapped around his back to pull him closer, to pull him in deeper. Timmy was stunned, once again, his fists balling and eyes rolling to the back of his head as he resisted the urge to orgasm on the spot. “Oh my god. Mi-R-Rekka it’s so good!”
Never passing up a chance to show off, her tongue began to warm up, actually becoming a comfortable heat as her tongue wrapped around his head and she started bobbing. She looked up at him, a knowing smirk within the sucking, telling him he could cum at any time. She was ready. She only pulled away for a moment, letting him see all of that building precum drip from her lips, connecting strings of the sticky substance clinging between her lips and the head of his length. “Here’s a move Maverick taught me. So you know what you might be getting into with him.” Her lips pressed to his tip, and she began to suck with more precision, letting his cock pop into her mouth, simultaneously peeling back the foreskin. Now that warm tongue would bathe against the head. She was rolling a few fingers along her sopping wet nethers as well, then used those wet fingers to sneak their way under him. She didn’t go in, but she let those primed digits massage his pucker while she sucked, looking into his eyes and letting their twin pairs of blue lock on. He began to tremble as his orgasm finally came to be. A shout that would’ve easily worked as a siren to awaken the neighborhood, he employed his powers at the last second before he could crescendo, shouting in silence so nobody could hear him. His shaft pulsed once, twice, and a few more times before squirting off that ample seed into the wolf. It lasted so long! Timmy had no idea he even had so much in him. Enough that he could see her cheek even slightly puff out before his body cooled off. Once the afterglow set in, he noticed she was still down there. A naughty grin was on her face, and she began to swirl around the hot semen along his length, still letting herself lick at it as she toyed around with his cum for a bit, before slowly pulling away, drawing her tongue against the underside to push out any remaining flavor. Once she popped off, she took a nice, strong gulp, before opening wide, letting him see the residual white goop on her onyx muscle, but aside from that, all gone. 
“Oh! Oh…oh wow. I…I don’t…” He began to stammer something, although he likely didn't even know what he was trying to sputter due to his cum-addled mind state.
“It’s cool. You did really well. You’re a lot better at what you do than you know. Timmy, you were always strong.” She held up a fist to him with a wry, exhausted smile. “You just needed someone to show you.”
His eyes were sparkling again. Despite the dual-afterglows, this was a moment that his mind would never forget. He reached up his fist, pounding it against hers, feeling a surge of confidence and strength that he never felt before. And it was all thanks to her. This strength wasn’t only his. Not anymore. Now it belonged to them both, and he couldn’t be happier for this. Not to mention, it was the first time she called him by his name. She respected him! She really does respect him as an equal! “This really is the best day ever.” He commented, still smiling down at her. 
The duo laughed and smiled together now that their cooling off session had come to an end. For the remainder of the day, the two spent their time in Rekka’s room in their varying states of undress, Rekka only wearing her skirt, and Timmy with his panties still around one of his ankles. They continued to snack and game until finally the mouse received a text on his phone “Ah, looks like it’s getting a bit late. I gotta head home. I’ll come back again tomorrow, okay?”
“Yeah, do that. I’ll have some more stuff planned for you. By the end of this week you’re gonna burn brighter than anybody you know!” She reminded him with an all-knowing smirk. “See ya, Squeaks~”