Ride of the Valkyrie

The first day of school brought with it many challenges, all of which befell the heart of a young girl. Her name was Valkyrie. A native resident of the Neutral Lands, a territory far from Milestone city; encompassing the entirety of a sparsely explored continent. 

Anxieties clouded her mind, but were fought off with venomous and ambitious willpower. She was born a warrior, a Velociraptor of the warrior clan Felda. Strong, proud, and well composed. She would not let her first day at Wildstar Elementary burden her mind and soul.

The bell rang, snapping her back to reality. She had wandered into the school yard, passing unknowingly by many of her fellow classmates; all witnessing her scary look of determination. Primal instincts froze the young girl. The black, orange tipped feathers on her spine stood straight up, and her claws flexed. She spun around, ready to fight her first challenger, only to be met with confused looks.

She snorted and swished her vibrant, feathered tail. The show of unwillingness to fight was, of course, a grand gesture from herself. That did nothing to ease the tension on the school yard, much to Valkyrie’s ignorance. 

The matter was settled! She held up a piece of a paper, trying her best to read the foreign language. She was out of practice, but understood enough to find her way into the school. The halls were crowded with children, ranging in age, size, and species. The diversity eased some of her worries, at least she wouldn’t stick out too much. 

Valkyrie kept her razor sharp claws tucked close to her middle as she navigated through the crowd, down the hall, and into a less populated hallway. With room to breath, she sighed and relaxed. She found her locker, by pure luck, at the far end of the hallway. She fiddled with the combination lock, her large, clunky claws making the dial a pain. It clicked, the shackle released, and she growled triumphantly! 

The door swung open. She hung her backpack on a rung, taking with her the bare minimum before closing the door; only to reveal a fox waiting on the other side. The raptor, though she would never admit it, was quite startled by his sudden appearance. Her feathers spiked up and she jumped to the side; more than ready to defend herself. 

“You’re a jumpy dinosaur.” The fox said, with a sly grin. 

Valkyrie composed herself quickly. Her feathers fell flat, and her tail idly swished behind her while she searched for the right words. 

“Not good, sneaky fox surprise Valkyrie!” She growled out.

The fox’s ears twitched to her heavy accent. It was thick, carried the words for longer than they should; amid growls and ancient coos. He practically melted, her voice an exotic melody. 

“Valkyrie? Is that your name?” The fox said, picking through her odd way of speaking. 

Valkyrie nodded, choosing to keep silent. Her claws clacked together, a nervous twitch. 

“My name is Maverick! I know just about everyone in the school, but not you.” He gave her a friendly smile. “I heard there was a new girl coming to the school today. I just had to meet you before class!” 

Maverick’s friendly enthusiasm caught the young dinosaur off guard. She smiled back, revealing the rows of white, razor sharp teeth that lined her muzzle. Maverick’s eyes drifted down to those pearly, predatory teeth. He visibly gulped, his cheeks flaring red. Valkyrie snapped her jaws shut, unwilling to scare off a new friend so soon. 

The two shared an awkward moment of silence before Maverick spoke back up. 

“Do you need help finding your classroom? I know the halls can be almost maze like to a new student.”

Valkyrie looked to the ceiling, as if to find inspiration there. 

“Yes.” She said, failing to find the right words for more conversation. “Valkyrie follows the map.” She pointed at the paper, a red X marking the classroom she was to attend. 

Maverick brightened up immediately. “You’re in the same class! Heh, and I was told you were a year younger...” 

The fox looked the raptor up and down, which was harder to do than one would think, on account of Valkyrie being on par with the fox himself. Her body was built, seriously so for a nine year old girl. She was solid, as if she worked out several times a day. He could believe it, too, going by the abs that barely showed under the hem of her Wildstar Elementary shirt. Below that, a pair of denim capris kept her modest, despite the small patch of visible feathers above the button. 

What wasn’t covered by clothing, was instead covered by feathers. Black, orange lined feathers grew from the top of her head, down her spine and tail, where it briefly gave way to smooth lilac skin. The tip of her tail sported a dense bush of bright feathers, and her forearms grew patches from her wrists to elbows; even her legs had feathers adorning her well toned calves. All of which brought his gaze down to her feet. The feathers were momentarily overshadowed by the spikes jutting from each of her toes. 

“Then again, you are very impressive.” Maverick did not intentionally mean to flirt with the young girl, but habits die hard. “Rekka is going to love you.” 

Valkyrie took a minute to process what he had just said to her, a bright red blush growing steadily across her face. She was proud of her physical form, all raptors were. But, to have a handsome fox say so, on the first day of school? She nearly fainted. 

After a deep breath, she found her gaze wandering the fox. He was, indeed, very handsome. Soft, silver fur grew grew along his whole body, broken by a patch of blue at the tips of his ears and his tail. White fur grew from his muzzle, down his chin and neck. She imagined that fur continued down to his belly... and farther, but she shook those thoughts out of her head. The jacket he wore was a striking blue, with a white pattern resembling a windy vortex; the hem went far below his belt, covering the top half of his white pants. 

The fox radiated strength, something she could respect. Not only physically, but his mana! She could feel it, right down to her very soul. Her own mana went wild, tingling her skin and even the tips of her feathers. 

Maverick waved his paw in front of her snout. “Hey? Are you okay? We’re going to be late for class.” 

Valkyrie snapped out of her daze as Maverick grabbed her clawed hand. “Come on! I’ll lead you there.” 

Before Valkyrie could protest, the bell rang. The thought of being late on her first day did not sit well with the young girl. She resigned herself to her fate, allowing the enthusiastic male to guide her. Her razor sharp claws were almost piercing his flesh, yet the fox showed no fear or discomfort. His soft fur against her scales was soothing, and his aura was much the same.

“Thank you...” She whispered. 

The halls were barren by the time the two made it to the classroom. Maverick rushed inside, dragging the raptor close behind. None of the other students questioned the antics of Maverick. He was, after all, a well liked and popular kid. Though, most did give Valkyrie a second look; particularly from Maverick’s friend group. 

Rekka Shields, a grey wolf, spoke first. “Oh, I wondered who would get to her first.” She snickered. “Of course it was you.” 

Fiery in spirit and appearance; her hair was black, the tips a fire-red. Her blue eyes were striking, filled with unwavering determination. Her bright pink, punk rock shirt sported a black skull. To complete the punk style, her left wrist had a spiked bracelet, and her shoes were similarly spiked, yet were extravagant in their own right. Flame pattern runners, as if to say that girl was born for speed. 

“Do I sense a bit of jealousy, pup?” Maverick said playfully. 

Valkyrie tilted her head, but kept up with Maverick. The blue fox gestured to the empty desk next to his own. She cooed, slipping her tail through the backrest as she sat down. 

“Maybe...” Rekka admitted, shrugging her shoulders. “Can’t be helped. You are a sly fox.” The wolf leaned back in her chair, getting a better view of Valkyrie. “Hey! New girl! What’s your name?”

Valkyrie swivelled her head, much like a bird would. Her piercing, orange eyes locked onto the wolf, as if silently challenging her. Rekka stood her ground, her gaze unwavering.

“Valkyrie.” She said, full of pride. 

Valkyrie’s heavy accent wiggled Rekka’s ears. It was unlike anything the young wolfess had ever heard. 

“You sure aren’t from this neck of the woods, are ya?” 

Valkyrie cocked her head and swayed her tail. “Valkyrie from the Neutral Lands...” She managed, with visible strain. 

Rekka’s ears perked up. “THE Neutral Lands??” 

“Yes.” Valkyrie answered, holding her claws rather awkwardly at her middle. 

“I have heard a lot about it” A new voice said. “Scary place...” 

Valkyrie turned her gaze to a mouse seated beside Rekka. The mouse was small, a head shorter than the wolf he sat next to. He had long blonde hair, and golden fur that covered all of his body, save for the creamy fur that grew down his neck and chest. He, or she? Valkyrie couldn’t tell by just looking at the mouse. He was female in appearance, yet his voice had that familiar male sound. Yet, he wore a black skirt with purple highlights and matching top.

“T-timothy!” A shrill, squeaky voice, belonging to another mouse named Terry. “Don’t say things like that...”

Brown fur covered all of Terry’s body, besides the patch of white that surrounded his left eye. His sandy-blonde hair was nearly as long as Timothy’s, but still a respectful length. He wore a skirt and a matching top, the school colours; dominantly red with a black bottom, cut in half by a mixed stripe. The school’s emblem proudly stood out above his heart.

Valkyrie recognized it as a cheerleaders outfit. Incredibly feminine, yet undeniably male. She couldn’t quite understand why the males dressed that way, but she decided it was out of respect for the females. She was, after all, from a matriarchy. Females were the most powerful of their species.

“S-sorry! I meant no disrespect!” Timothy said, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly. 

Valkyrie’s gaze locked onto the two mice, giving them a friendly smile. Though, her sharp teeth were on full display, making them cower slightly. She growled and cooed, swaying her tail playfully. 

“They are scared of Valkyrie?”

“Mice are scared of everything.” Rekka confirmed, nodding her head. “Don’t worry yourself about those two dorks.” 

“Hey!” The mice said in unison. 

“Besides,” Rekka cut in. “You’re far too strong for them, aren’t you?” She gave the raptor a knowing smirk. “I can tell.”

“Wait a second!” Maverick said, pushing into the conversation. “I have first dibs.” 

Rekka rolled her eyes, waving her paw. “Yeah, yeah. I was just curious.” 

“Dibs?” Valkyrie asked, more confused than anything else. 

“It means he wants you all to himself.” 

All eyes turned to the new voice. It was Savannah. A beautiful Hyena, with flowing auburn hair. Her fur was beige, with several clusters of black spots on her shoulders and thighs. She dressed plainly, wearing a teal blouse and matching skirt.

“I don’t know how he does it, but he manages to escort all the new kids. Gets to fight em first, too.” 

“Hey, now! In my defence, I am just naturally charismatic.” Maverick said with his usual smugness.

“Naturally a pervert, more like it.” Timothy giggled. 

Rekka reached over and flicked Timothy on the nose. He squeaked and his tail shot straight up. 

“What did I do?” Timothy said as he rubbed indignantly at his sore nose, turning away with a huff. 

“You know what you did...” 

Takeru, a rabbit, had kept quiet up until then. “We don’t want to scare away the poor girl.” He said. “We only just met her.” 

Takeru was often the voice of reason for the group, a caretaker. No one minded, in fact, he had saved them multiple times by taking that role upon himself. Creamy-beige fur covered what could be seen of his body. Long, golden hair grew down to his shoulders and covered his left eye, and two huge ears stood erect above his head; one adorned with a gold ring. His clothing were far more casual; slim fitting white shorts and a tee. The design on the shirt was curious enough on its own. A beam split through a golden halo, casting a beautiful rainbow across the white cotton.

Maverick rolled his eyes, letting his attention fall back on Valkyrie. She looked perplexed, a smile on her face. Her gaze met his, they lingered there longer than either of them intended. Eager to break the awkwardness, Maverick cleared his throat. 

“Excuse my friends. They uhh... get excited easily.” 

“They are good fun!” Valkyrie cooed. “The she-wolf is the strongest, yes? Leader of the pack.” 

Maverick’s ear twitched and Rekka burst out laughing. 

“She has good instincts!” 

“Says the one that lost last time!” 

“The sun was in my eyes!”

“It was night!”

Valkyrie could not hold in her own laughter. “Your mate is very outspoken, she-wolf!” 

Maverick flushed hotly. Timothy just about had a stroke. Rekka couldn’t help but love every second of it. 

“He is not my mate, but we are very close. We all are.” 

Timothy relaxed, his tail curling around a leg on his chair. The mouse had a crush on the wolf, one he tried to keep a secret, yet was sorely obvious to everyone in his friend group; especially Rekka, who tried her best to tease him daily.

“We look out for each other.” Maverick quickly added. “Protect each other. Train. Grow.”

“Fighting grows that bond!” Rekka happily said. “We all get stronger together.” 

Valkyrie’s eyes lit up like a bright fire. “Valkyrie fights! Warrior clan, Felda! Strong, fast! Powerful beast magic.” She boasted. 

The conversation was cut short as the teacher walked in. Rekka and Valkyrie shared a challenging look between each other before going silent. 

Mrs. Elmwood strode to the front of the classroom with a serene elegance. An air of strictness surrounded her, yet her aura was soft and understanding. She wore a white skirt and a black button up shirt that revealed minimal cleavage; despite her sizable breasts. Her hair was held into a bun by two chopsticks; all complimented by those half-moon glasses that rested between her stern eyes. 

“To your seats, children.” The class quickly quieted down. “As most of you are aware. We have a new student,” She looked to Valkyrie with a smile. “Would you like to introduce yourself?”

Valkyrie stood up. “Valkyrie from the Neutral Lands. Of the warrior clan, Felda!” She stood tall with pride, her vibrant tail swishing behind her. 

“Thank you, Valkyrie. You may sit.” Mrs. Elmwood said. “Coincidentally, today is the start of our Neutral Lands course.” Several students perked up at that. “Valkyrie shall help us along the way, if that is okay with her.” Valkyrie nodded. 

“You’ll do great.” Maverick whispered with a wink, earning him a blush from Valkyrie.

Mrs. Elmwood addressed the class one last time. “Remember. Be wise, be kind.” 

The morning went by smoothly. Valkyrie fearlessly, and valiantly, described her homeland the best she could. The students were in awe, yet bewildered that such a place existed. Even those in Maverick’s friend group were impressed. Though, once their Neutral Lands studies were over, the day seemed to drag up till recess. Once the bell rang, the whole class felt relief. The class was eager to get fresh air, almost pushing past one another to get into the halls.

“How can Mrs. Elmwood start off with something so cool, but then switch to something soooo boring!” Timothy pouted. 

Savannah chuckled, “It wasn’t that bad, but it did seem to drag on...” 

“Even I was starting to feel a little stiff.” Rekka groaned, stretching her arms above her head.

“That’s what she sa-” Rekka smacked Timothy’s ear before he could finish his dumb joke. She was rewarded with a squeak, but he still managed to get a few giggles from the group. 

“My brain is fried...” Maverick complained. “She did not go easy on me.” 

“I think she knows you stole her panties... No one else gets it worse.” Terry pointed out. 

“Eh. Worth it.”

Valkyrie silently followed behind, not sure what to do with herself. She was about to fade away, but Maverick quickly pulled her into the conversation.

“Hey, Valkyrie! Come out to recess with us. I think Rekka wants a race.” 

Rekka and Valkyrie locked eyes. “The she-wolf desires a challenge?” 

Rekka shrugged. “I just gotta know if you’ll be on the track team this year, is all.” 

“Says the most competitive girl in the whole school.” Maverick teased.

“Hey, a girl has to stay in shape. Can’t look this good without it.” Rekka said, swishing her tail with pride.

“What do you say, Valkyrie? Rekka is one of the fastest girls in school. We are all dying to see how fast you are.” 

Valkyrie cocked her head. “You are dying? Would you not need to see a doctor?” 

“Wha- No. It’s just a saying. Don’t worry about that.” 

The kids finally made it to freedom. The fresh air was welcoming, and the sun was warm and bright. The yard was vast, or at least it was to the children that played there. Mostly field, but there was a few jungle gyms dotted throughout; but only the younger kids played there. The yard was split up in age groups, not by design, but by natural cliques. The older kids stayed around the football field and track, sitting on the bleachers and hiding out of sight behind them; even further into the depths was where the kids would get up to no good. 

Maverick’s group gravitated towards the track. Rekka ended up shoulder to shoulder with Valkyrie, chatting idly as they walked. 

“You know.” Rekka began. “I am the fastest kid in class.” 

Maverick’s ears twitched in annoyance. “That’s only true every other week!”

Valkyrie smirked. “Valkyrie will show you both real speed.”

“Oh, it is so on!” Rekka practically blazed. 

Valkyrie giggled, swaying her tail. The two girls were getting along wonderfully, both eager to experience each other at their best. 

The track was vacant, as it usually was until track season. The girls chose a lane and the rest of the kids stood off to the side. Without warning, Valkyrie unbuttoned her pants and tugged them down, bending over as she did so. Her curvy body shone in the sunlight, giving everyone an eyeful of her muscular thighs and outline of her taut butt. The group of cubs blushed heavily, taken completely off guard. Even Rekka couldn’t help but take in Valkyrie’s display, blushing just as red as everyone else as she watched the Raptor stretched her arms above her head. Those magnificent feathers rippled and fluffed, and her back arched, showing off her perky nipples. Her tail lifted up, pulling her gym shorts tight against her rump, showing off her dark, lavender cheeks and the obvious outline of her privates. All the kids quickly tried to look innocent as Valkyrie straightened out. Under her pants, she wore a pair of gym shorts, red and black, with the school emblem on them. 

“Is the she-wolf ready?” 

Rekka cleared her throat. “One minute. I need to stretch...” 

Having worn athletic clothing to school, Rekka was ready to race; but after that display by Valkyrie... She needed a moment. She stretched her arms high into the air and her tail straightened out, quivering in the big stretch. Not to be out done by the new girl, she made sure to bend over, her tail lifting her skirt out of the way so her friends could see her tight, black panties. They left nothing to the imagination, barely even covering her ebony lips; just enough to leave her modest. She smirked, looking back to see Timothy shamelessly staring under her tail. 

“See something you like, squeaks?” 

Timothy nodded dumbly, but shook himself out of his stupor when Terry tugged on his tail. Rekka rolled her eyes and jumped up, bouncing from paw to paw. 

“Ready when you are, Val!” 

Terry and Timothy jumped and danced with pom-pom’s in their paws, cheering the two girls on.

“Rekka, Rekka! 
She’s our girl! 
If she can’t do it, no one can!”

“Valkyrie’s time! To win, to win! Huraah, Huraah!” 

Maverick, having tucked an awkward erection up into his waistband, walked in front of the two girls as the acting referee. He raised a paw and the girls got ready. 

“First past the line, wins! Savannah is waiting for you at the 100 yard line.” Maverick waved to Savannah, she waved back. He nodded.  

“On three!” 

Valkyrie tensed, her flexing muscles showed off her well toned body. She was impossibly well built for a nine year old girl, very concerning for her competition. 

Rekka took a deep breath, forcing her gaze away from Valkyrie’s intimidating body. Her only thoughts moments before Maverick started the race were, “Gosh, she could squish a watermelon with those thighs...”

“One!”

The girls lifted their rumps, eyes on the prize. 

“Two!” 

Rekka smirked, lifting her tail. Valkyrie growled, her razor sharp claws digging into the tarmac. 

Maverick slashed his paw through the air. “Three!” 

The incredible females propelled themselves forward at an astonishing rate. Rekka was fast. Her skirt fluttered in the wind, and her shoes slapped against the tarmac with each powerful kick of her hindlegs. Valkyrie kicked up pieces of the track behind her as she flew from the line. Her powerful muscles rippled with each stride, just barely pulling herself ahead of the wolfess. Her beautiful orange and black feathers flattened in the wind, as if aiding the young girl towards victory. 

It was over in a flash! Rekka blew past the finish line, but it was too late. Valkyrie finished a moment before, a nod from Savannah confirming it. 

“Valkyrie wins!” 

The two girls were bent over double, panting heavily. Neither had realized the outcome of the race, their hearts wild with adrenaline. 

“W-who... won?” Rekka said between breaths. 

Savannah patted Rekka’s back. “Val did...” 

Maverick, Timothy, and Terry ran up to meet the rest of the gang. 

“That was unbelievable!” The mice squeaked together. 

Even Maverick was impressed. “You actually beat Rekka!”

Valkyrie panted heavily as she stretched back to her full height. “The she-wolf is fast! Worthy adversary!”

Rekka grinned. “You can call me Rekka.” She rose, taking in some final deep breaths to calm her breathing. “You earned it.” 

“That’s a big deal,” Terry said. “Names mean a lot to us. Calling her “She-Wolf” forever just wouldn’t work!” 

“Is that wrong?” Valkyrie said, placing her hands on her hips; head titling to the side, feather-duster tail swaying. 

“No,” Maverick quickly said. “Just that we like to make everyone feel equal and respected.” 

Rekka lifted a clenched paw towards Valkyrie. Valkyrie smirked and met it with her own.

“Rekka-Wolf!” 

“That’s close enough!” Rekka laughed. “Though, I definitely want a rematch.”

“It might have to wait.” Maverick said. “Only a few minutes left of recess. You could show Valkyrie where the locker room is before class. Seems like you two could use a shower.” 

“Are you saying we stink?” Rekka teased. 

“Not any different than usual!” He snickered. “But, it might be a good idea to show Valkyrie. Won’t be anyone else there...” He winked.

Rekka perked up. “For a dumb fox, you sure have good ideas!” Rekka grabbed Valkyrie’s clawed hand. “Come on, Val!” 

Valkyrie purred and cooed, allowing the rambunctious wolfess to guide her across the fields. She was more than happy to amuse the wolf, especially if it meant making another friend.

Maverick watched them leave with a sly smile, returning to the rest of his friends. The mice had wandered away with Savannah, eager to work on their routine before the end of recess. The hyena was idly giving them suggestions when Maverick wrapped his arm around her shoulder, pulling her tight against him. 

“What do you think of the new girl?”

Savannah shrugged. “She’s fast. I give her that. Speaks weird, but that’s to be expected. I think she’s cool.” 

“I like her.” 

The hyena rolled her eyes. “Of course you do. A total romancer, you are.” 

“You should have seen her stretch. Gosh. I’m a little worked up, to be honest.” Maverick’s paw slipped down along the Hyena’s curves, landing square against her rump. He gave it a squeeze, making her yip lightly. 

“Ugh. Fine, but only because I need it... Glissy usually takes care of me, but he isn’t here today.”

Maverick giggled. “I knew you could use it. Want to go to our usual spot?”

Savannah nodded. “Yeah. The boys here can do without us for a few minutes.”

“Calling me quick?” 

“No. Just on a time limit. I have a math test to prepare for.” 

It was Maverick’s turn to roll his eyes. “You’re going to ace that test. We all know that.” 

“I’m glad you think so highly of me, but I’m not so sure.” 

Maverick kissed her cheek. “How about I give you some good luck.” 

Savannah’s cheeks flushed red, practically melting. “Okay...” She gave in. 

Maverick grabbed her paw, leading her towards the bleachers. They were mostly empty, but that was of no concern. Underneath, at the far end, away from the hustle of kids and watchful teachers, was a secret space between benches. It was spacious, inconspicuous, and best of all, private. The kids had long ago cleaned it up and made it more comfortable, at least bearable for quickies during the day. It wasn’t 
exclusively used by them, but it was hardly ever in use. 

Maverick ducked inside, Savannah followed. The dirt floor had been swept, replaced with a few carpets that had been discretely smuggled into the school yard. The best part of the hideout was, of course, the blankets and pillows used as a makeshift bed. Kept dry from the bleachers above, and regularly washed and cleaned. Though, they seemed to have been freshly used. That did not stop the couple from immediately flopping down into the soft linen. 

“You know...” Maverick began. “You look stunning today.” He kissed across her cheek, his paws fiddling with her pants.

“Flatterer...” Savannah insisted. 

She moved her head up, allowing the fox to kiss down her chin and suck on her neck. He was rewarded with a sharp intake of breath, followed by a cute moaning growl. 

“You... are... beautiful...” Maverick said between smooches. “Even if you don’t believe me.” 

Savannah’s paws assisted Maverick with her button and zipper. She hooked her thumbs under her waist band and pulled her pants down with Maverick’s help. He tossed her pants to the side, taking in the first view of her panties. They were light blue, with several different depictions of each moon cycle on them; from crescent to full. Her hard cock throbbed and twitched under the fabric, staining it with copious amounts of pre-cum. Further down, just under where her balls were, a patch of wetness had begun. 

“You always wear the cutest panties.” The sly fox said, his paw tracing a finger along her twitching shaft. 

“I... Mrf... wear them to attract a fox.” 

Maverick snickered. “You should wear them more often...” 

“Noted...” 

Maverick pulled away, leaving the Hyena a panting, moaning mess. He fiddled with his own pants, tugging them down, along with his white undies, showing off his fluffy white balls and sizable blue shaft. His cock throbbed, shooting a strand of pre-cum across Savannah’s exposed stomach. 

“Watch where you aim that thing!” She giggled. “I can’t have cum stains on my shirt in class.” 

“Then take it off, dork.” 

Savannah rolled her eyes. A thing she did often in Maverick’s company. She pulled her shirt off, adding to the pile of growing clothes. Her training bra was easily undone, revealing her developing breasts. She was only ten years old, but they were quite defined already. Light-brown mounds, with cute chocolate nipples. They made Maverick squirm every time he saw them.

Maverick took in her body one last time before pulling off his jacket. He was completely nude, nothing hiding his arousal. He looked down at Savannah with predatory intent, making her squeak.

“Y’know... Been awhile since I’ve had a taste of your pussy.” 

Savannah bit her lower lip, her paw pulling her panties to the side; her thumb holding her balls up, giving the fox an unobstructed view of her soaked folds. 

“Then have a sample...” She whispered. 

Without hesitation, Maverick lowered his muzzle to the Hyena’s arousal. He pressed his nose to her slit, taking in a deep breath of her scent. The mere act alone made the young girl blush heavily, embarrassing, to be sure, but incredibly hot. 

“Maverick!” She squeaked! “You pervert...”

The fox giggled as he rode the high of her scent. It was intoxicating, as it usually was. Exotic, unique. 

“I can stop.” He teased as he dragged his tongue across her clit. 

Savannah shivered and tensed, her paws grabbing hold of the blankets for some sort of false stability. Another lick had her moaning, her legs squishing against Maverick’s head, but that did not stop the fox from wrapping his lips around her nub. 

“D-don’t... Hrf... You dare!” She finally managed. 

Maverick smirked. He nuzzled against her balls, flopping them on his nose as his tongue dragged up from her tight, little star, all the way to her clit. She moaned loudly, her paw moving to her muzzle to silence herself. Her eyes practically rolled into the back of her head as pleasure rocked her body.

He wasn’t done yet. His paws travelled along her body, kneading and groping; one gently teasing her twitching cock. He stroked her cock, his thumb teasing her tip with each pass. Those tentative licks across her clit and labia, and those slow, methodical strokes along her cock, built unbelievable pleasure; reducing the young girl to a moaning, panting mess.

“Mavy!” She whined. “I’m close...” 

Maverick doubled his efforts. He licked up her slit, giving her clit one last kiss before licking up her balls and sheath. He followed the trail of pre-cum, till finally he found his prize. He swirled his tongue around her tip, giggling as her hips thrust forward, as if begging to breed; his muzzle would have to do. In one slick movement, he took in her whole shaft. His nose pressed against her wet sheath, unintentionally taking in her most potent scent. 

“Ohhh, f-.” 

Savannah slammed her hips forward, forcing her cock down the fox’s throat. She came hard, her whole body quivering as hot ropes of cum painted Maverick’s throat. He could feel every twitch, every shot against the back of his throat. He swallowed greedily, his fingers pushing inside her pussy, quickly bringing her to a simultaneous orgasm. Her inner walls squeezed down on his invading digits, soaking them with waves of hot nectar.

Savannah rode the high. Panting and moaning as her hips humped into Maverick’s muzzle; till finally she went weak, her paws idly rubbing at his ears as he swallowed the last of her cum. 

“T-that... mrf... was amazing...”

Maverick slowly pulled away from her cock. Her wet shaft flopped from his muzzle, splatting the remainder of her cum across her belly; and he pulled his fingers from her pussy, bringing them up to his muzzle to lick them clean. 

“You were seriously pent up.” He teased, as he wiped his chin clean with a forearm.

Savannah blushed. “T-thanks for changing that.” 

“Anytime, sweetheart.” 

“What about you?” She asked. 

“I’m okay, for now. The bell is about to ring. You can owe me one.” 

“Deal.” She said, flopping back into the pillows to catch her breath.

As if on queue, the bell rang. The two cubs hurried to clean up using a stash of supplies hidden away. Pants were hastily pulled on, and erections were pushed up into waistbands. 

Meanwhile; ten minutes before the bell rang. Rekka pulled Valkyrie into the girls locker room. The remnants of the girls 6th grade Phys, Ed class had begun to filter out, leaving behind those that wanted to shower. The room smelled of steam, wet underfoot, and echoed with splashing water. The showers weren’t all that hidden, nor did they give too much in the way of privacy. To Valkyrie’s surprise, many of the girls showered nude.

“Yeah, most girls aren’t very modest here. They don’t even bother with the curtain, not that it covers much...” Rekka shrugged. “Might as well get used to it.” 

Valkyrie nodded. “No need to hide the female body.”

“If you say so!” Rekka giggled. “You’ll fit right in.” 

Valkyrie couldn’t help but take a second look. A particularly alluring lavender squirrel showered alone, near the entrance, in full view of the two younger girls. Mesmerized by the display, Valkyrie watched as the squirrel lathered her naked body with soap; those sharp climbing claws trailing almost sensually across her soft body. That bushy, hypnotic tail swayed back and forth, guiding their eyes down to her rump. Her tail lifted, and her legs spread, showing off those delicate folds and her tight, little tailhole. The squirrel reached between her legs and brushed aside her dense bush of pubic fur. With a soft moan, and a lewd pop, she tugged a metal plug from her pussy, leaving it a gaping, dripping mess. 

Valkyrie was a blushing mess. She was wet before, but now she was soaked. 

Rekka cleared her throat and looked away, an obvious blush on her cheeks. “Her name is Lyra. She is... friendly.” 

Valkyrie nodded dumbly, her gaze still on the beautiful squirrel. Lyra was not unaware of the girls. She looked back, giving the duo a wink before straightening up to continue her shower.

Rekka quickly dragged the raptor farther into the locker rooms, not wanting to get too distracted. 

“Over here is where you would store most of your things during any practice, or whatever...” She waved her paw. “And over there is the door out to the football field...” The overzealous wolfess tugged Valkyrie around a corner, the two nearly slipping on a puddle of water. She quickly grabbed Valkyrie’s waist, not that she needed to, but because she wanted to; pretending to need the balance.

“Sorry! Almost fell...” She said, blushing slightly as her paw lingered longer than social acceptable. 

“Valkyrie is strong enough.” The raptor girl cooed, having steadied herself easily on her clawed feet. 

“I... I can see that.” 

They were alone. In the near darkness of the farthest reaches of the locker room. The last of the other kids had left, the showers silent. The only sound either of the young girls could hear were their shared heart beats. Rekka swallowed nervously, her heat rising as she took in as much of Valkyrie’s incredible body as she could. 

"S-so!" Rekka broke the silence, unable to bear the tension any longer. 

The pup made a slightly aggressive approach, nearly surrounding the raptor, placing her paws on the lockers behind her, their faces inches apart. Valkyrie stood her ground. Their eyes met, like a raging inferno of orange and blue; equal unyielding intensity. 

"Since you beat me,  the fastest kid in school... I think your deserve a little reward for that. What do ya say?" Before permission was even granted, the wolf dropped her paw from the raptor’s waist, past her gym shorts, to tease those scaled thighs for a brief moment before pulling away just as fast.

Valkyrie smirked, showing off her impressive teeth. That soft stroke ignited a flame that would be impossible to put out. Her primal, dominating instincts drove her snout forward, connecting their muzzles together in a passionate, lustful kiss; taking the young wolf completely by surprise.

When their tongue’s met, Rekka melted, nearly giving herself to the dominating female there and then. But, she quickly regained composure, not wanting to be outdone by the new girl again; she pushed into the kiss, fighting for dominance. Their underdeveloped breasts squished together, practically flat, but neither of them would admit it. Paws and claws groped and wandered, squeezing and pinching; till, finally they broke the kiss. A strand of saliva bridged the gap between their muzzles. 

They caught their breath, panting heavily as Rekka slid herself down to her knees, her paws dragging sensually across Valkyrie’s sides. The raptor leaned back against the lockers with a chirp as she rested her clawed hand between Rekka’s ears, earning her a growl from the little wolf. Valkyrie growled back, simultaneously shoving Rekka’s snout between her legs. 

“Lick.” Valkyrie commanded, her piercing orange gaze challenging the young wolf to fight back. 

Rekka returned that glare to her dominant friend, despite her cheeks flushing bright red and her tail wagging happily behind her. She had never been so utterly dominated by another female. It was exhilarating for the young pup. Not a single muscle in her body could be compelled to fight back. Especially once Valkyrie’s crotch feathers tickled her nose. She had been curious about them ever since Valkyrie had changed into her shorts. They stuck out past the elastic in a tight, colourful bouquet. An intoxicating scent wafted from them, unmistakably sexual. Rekka couldn’t help but shove her snout deeper into the bush, taking in a big inhale of Valkyrie’s sexual scent. 

“Oh... my gosh...” She said, with a very satisfied exhale, leaving her face an obvious pleasured mess. 

Valkyrie purred and gently rubbed the puppy’s ears, waiting patiently for her to recover. Sexual pheromones were rough on species with a good nose, after all. After a brief moment of recovery, Rekka came back to her senses. She hooked her fingers under Valkyrie’s waistband. The raptor growled approvingly as the wolf slowly tugged her tight gym shorts down to her knees, revealing more of those crotch feathers and her tight, lilac folds. Her clit could barely be seen beneath those sensual feathers, but was profound enough to beg for attention. Her cunt was dripping wet, her inner thighs almost completely soaked. The sudden cold air against her exposed pussy made her shiver with anticipation. 

The exotic nature of Valkyrie’s sex brought Rekka closer. Her nose pressed into those soft lips, taking in Valkyrie’s sexual scent straight from the source. Her sensitive nose captured all those glorious smells, shaking her body with unbelievable pleasure. Blinded by it, she dragged her tongue from the bottom of those scaled lips, pushing eagerly inside and sliding up to that sensitive nub; where she suckled and lapped greedily, making the raptor growl with pleasure and lust. 

Valkyrie caressed Rekka’s ears, “G-good girl...” 

Rekka smirked. She was, of course, proud of her work. Her long, canine tongue lapped with purpose; pushing deeper and deeper with every pass between those folds. Valkyrie’s hips pushed forward, her head resting against the lockers as a cute, bird-like moan escaped her muzzle. Rekka braced herself by grabbing hold of Valkyrie’s taut butt, moving her head in sync with Valkyrie’s thrusts; keeping her muzzle just shy of being used. 

No matter how aggressive the little raptor got, she couldn’t force any pleasure out of her new friend. Despite being, and wanting to be, dominant. Valkyrie whined, having been teased into near oblivion by that skilful tongue. Her climax was on the horizon, in sight, but not quite there. Pleasure teetered in and out. Just when she thought she would cum, Rekka would ease off. The puppy looked up with a devious grin, as if asking the raptor to do something about her shenanigans. 

Do something, she did. Her claws pressed into the back of Rekka’s neck and head, making the puppy yip painfully. The wolf was no longer in any position to tease the stronger female, and she knew it; practically going limp once Valkyrie pressed her claws to her scruff. A well known weakness among younger canines, Rekka being no exception. 

All the young canine could do was glare angrily up at Valkyrie, but quickly resigned herself to her fate as the raptor began to fuck her face. Without hesitating, Valkyrie took out all her sexual frustration on Rekka’s muzzle; quickly bringing herself to that orgasm the puppy had been denying her. 

Valkyrie’s feathers stood straight up, quivering with the waves of pleasure that cascaded and pulsed over her body. Her sharp footclaws dug into the tilted floor, cracking it with her immense strength as she cooed and howled into the air. With a swift movement, she gripped Rekka’s snout with her thighs, keeping the little girl in place as those lilac folds squirted against her muzzle. Her breath quickened, and her tail swished from side to side; and her claws dug unapologetically into the wolf’s scruff, drawing pinpricks of blood. 

Rekka growled, practically purring into Valkyrie’s pussy. She had never been treated so roughly, so aggressively primordial. It took all the willpower she had to keep herself from rubbing her own soaked cunt; as it was Valkyrie’s reward, not hers. Despite how her pussy ached, begging for release. She got over it quickly, focusing her efforts on Valkyrie’s sensitive nub, doing everything in her power to make this a reward to remember. 

The last of Valkyrie’s orgasm faded, leaving her weak in the legs and very satisfied. Her grip loosened on the back of Rekka’s neck, letting the pup slip away.

“Y-you just... j-jumped right in!” Rekka said between breaths. 

Valkyrie’s whole body trembled with the aftershocks of pleasure, but she managed to speak with a sly cockiness. “W-was the she-wolf not... hrf... offering herself? Submitting to the new alpha?”  

Rekka bit her lower lip, fighting back her growing embarrassment. “You got lucky! Next time you won’t be.” 

Valkyrie showed her teeth in a victorious smile, but it was met with a look of fiery determination.

“You got yourself a new rival! From now on we’ll only get stronger.” 

The bell rang, and the door to the locker room opened up with a new wave of chattering cubs. The two girls pushed apart, slipping back into their clothing in a race to make it to class on time. Once the girls were dressed, Rekka held out her fist, her other paw wiping the remainder of Valkyrie’s cum off her muzzle. 

Rekka smirked, “I want a rematch.”

The raptor cooed and purred, meeting the wolf’s fist with her own. Her long, feather duster tail swayed and her feathers fluffed up. 

“Valkyrie accepts your challenge, Rekka-Wolf!”

The two left the locker room as closer friends, hurrying to make it to class on time. Valkyrie’s legs wobbled under her, having underestimated the wolf’s sexual ability. Rekka smirked, her paw teasing Valkyrie’s tail.

“Oh? Not so tough once a wolf gets between your legs, eh?”

It was Valkyrie’s turn to blush. She looked away, not giving the puppy the satisfaction of a reply. She was, thankfully, saved the awkwardness by Maverick and Savannah. 

“There you are! We were wondering how you two got along.” Maverick said, giving Rekka a knowing smirk. 

“Wouldn’t you like to know, perv.” Rekka joked. “What goes on in the girls locker room, stays in the girls locker room.”

Savannah snickered. “You two look a little ruffled up.”

“We ran pretty hard...” Rekka countered, her paws smoothing out her head fluff.

Maverick and Savannah both rolled their eyes. “Riiiight.” They said. 

Rekka nudged Valkyrie, “Tell em, Val.” Hoping for some backup. 

“We had sex.” Valkyrie bluntly stated. 

Rekka facepalmed. Maverick burst into laughter, and Savannah squeaked. Some of the other cubs in the hallway did a double take, but quickly minded their own business once they saw who was involved. 

Savannah recovered first. “She’s a spirited girl.” She said with a nod.

“She’s a keeper!” Maverick agreed. 

Rekka was on immediate damage control. “And what about you two? Hm? Having a little fun under the bleachers again?” 

Maverick shrugged. “I helped her out.” 

That got Valkyrie’s attention, who made it a point to sniff the air. “That explains the smell.” 

“You can smell that?” Savannah asked, looking more intrigued than embarrassed. 

Valkyrie nodded. “Valkyrie has a powerful nose.” 

“Okay. Okay.” Maverick butted in. “We don’t need to know who stinks the most...” 

“Obviously you,” Rekka stuck her tongue out at the fox. “At least you beat me at something.” 

“Wow. Okay. You are so going to get a spanking.”

Rekka smirked and swished her tail, “Oh? Asking me to fight? Thought you were going to ask Val.” 

Valkyrie cocked her head, looking at the fox with growing interest. “Does the fox wish to fight Valkyrie?”

Maverick growled at Rekka and mouthed the words ‘Later’ before clearing his throat.

“Yes! I mean, I would like to! You did say you liked to fight. We have a spot, ya know. Where we can use our powers without adults stepping in...” 

 That got Valkyrie’s attention. Her feathers lifted and her tail swayed, betraying her excitement.

“Valkyrie is never allowed to use her full power!”

“You can there! I promise.”

Rekka tugged on Maverick’s tail. “Come on, lover boy. We’re going to be late.” 

Maverick fell in step beside Valkyrie, who had already started to follow Rekka back to class. 

“So? What do you think?”

Valkyrie clicked her claws together. “Valkyrie will fight, but does not know the way.”

“I’ll show you after school! It isn’t far from here.” 

Idle conversation was had, but quickly died down as they filed into class. The rest of the day felt much the same. 

Valkyrie kept checking the time. The clock had barely moved. Only a little bit of time passed with each glance. She sighed. Maverick’s promise lingered in her mind. The day was going by slow, and it didn’t help that she had to sit in her wet shorts. She tugged at them, freeing them from her sensitive folds. Rekka was just as uncomfortable, often tugging at her panties without a care who saw, but then again, she was tenacious. 

After a very uncomfortable afternoon–and plenty of knowing smirks from maverick–Valkyrie’s first day of school ended. 

The children of Mrs. Elmwood hurried out of class and into the chaotic hallways. Valkyrie carefully navigated the halls, quickly losing sight of all her new friends as they filtered off to their individual lockers. Maverick had promised to meet her at her locker. She hoped he would keep that promise. 

Before long, that cocky fox was there; instantly melting all of Valkyrie’s growing worries. 

“Ready to go?” 

Valkyrie had gathered her things, having draped her clothing over one arm and held her books with both claws.

“Yes,” She smiled, showing off her dagger-like teeth. “Valkyrie is ready!” 

“Here,” Maverick said, taking his backpack off. “You can put your stuff in my bag. I have plenty of room.”

Valkyrie cocked her head, feathers raising in confusion. 

“I will give them back!” Maverick assured. “I’ll just carry them for you.” 

“Valkyrie’s mother warned her about males like you,” She began, “Sly and confident, unlike our males... Yet, still wanting to serve females. A tactic to get under my tail.” She swished her extravagant tail with a smirk. “You may take Valkyrie’s burdens.”

Maverick blushed deeply, “I wasn’t being that obvious, was I?” 

“Valkyrie thinks you’re cute.” She traced a claw under his chin. “Lead the way.” 

As flustered as Maverick was, he wouldn’t let that get in his way. He stuffed Valkyrie’s things into his backpack and then grabbed her hand in his paw. Valkyrie was used to it by then, but still couldn’t help but blush at his antics. 

Maverick practically dragged her through the halls, weaving in and around groups of kids and roaming teachers. None paid them any particular attention, allowing the duo unhindered progress; that was, until they met up with Timothy and Terry.

“Hey, guys! We’re just about to head out.” Maverick said with a wave.

“Same here. We’re just checking in with a friend.” Timothy said, motioning in Terry’s direction.

“Who?” Valkyrie asked, cocking her head. 

Terry stepped to the side, revealing a mouse that had been hiding behind him. “Melina.” 

Melina squeaked! Her cheeks flushing red. “H-hello.” She said, weakly waving at the duo. 

The mouse stood as tall as Terry, but taller than Timothy; which wasn’t a feat, as the poor boy was the shortest kid in his class. Long, light-purple hair grew between her ears, covering her right eye with a large bang. The rest grew along her back, ending near her tail. It stood in stark contrast to her snow-white fur. It covered all of her body, save for her grey ears and snout. She wore the same school uniform as the two boys, and a bear-plushie backpack hung from her paw. 

“Melina, Valkyrie.” Maverick gestured to Valkyrie, then back to Melina. “Valkyrie, Melina.” 

Valkyrie smiled, showing off her wicked teeth. Which, as she found out with the two boys, made the mouse flinch away with a terrified squeak. She nearly fainted, but Timothy held her up with a paw. 

Maverick rolled his eyes. “Valkyrie isn’t that scary.” 

“Scary enough for a mouse!” Timothy squeaked. 

“Good!” Valkyrie chuckled and slapped her tail against the floor, making all three mice squeak. “Blonde-mouse flatter Valkyrie! To be scared is a compliment of our form and ferocity.” 

This time, Melina did faint. Terry caught her in his arms, and Timothy fanned air into her face with a sigh. Valkyrie’s pride turned to worry, but Maverick just giggled. 

“Mice will be mice, I guess,” Maverick shrugged. “Though, I don’t think you needed to be so dramatic, Val.” 

“Is the purple-mouse okay?”

Maverick began to tug the reluctant raptor away from the scene. “Yeah, yeah. She just needs some space. Let the boys take care of her.” 

With their goodbyes done, the pair headed towards the streets of Milestone city. The sidewalks were nearly devoid of cubs, making the going fairly easy and quick. The canal-like streets offered a unique challenge for those that chose to walk. Maverick, however, knew the labyrinth like the back of his paw. 

Through the jungle of buildings, they came to a bus stop. It wasn’t long until they were picked up. Maverick covered Valkyrie’s seat, and the two sat in silence. When they finally got off the bus, some of the paths Maverick took were questionable, at best, but were exciting to Valkyrie. She followed the best she could, even jumping from branch to branch in a large tree just to keep up with Maverick. The fox had agility beyond his years, owing to his own impressive physique that Valkyrie couldn’t help but admire. It took everything she had to keep up! 

“Are we close?” Valkyrie asked, as she ducked under a beam in an old storage shed. 

“Almost. Actually, just after this meadow.” He gestured past the grassy field, towards the looming forest.

Valkyrie traced a sharp claw across an old piece of wood. “Who owns this shed?”

“The city, I suppose. The old school is over that way,” He gestured with a claw. “We don’t go inside...” 

“Why?” 

Maverick shrugged. “The property has been abandoned, probably because the new school was built.” 

Valkyrie took a step into the long grass. She felt at home, but as soon as they began to walk, an eerie feeling washed over her, almost like some invisible presence stalked them. The grass was tall enough in some spots to block their view of the entire field, but a path had been cut through the grass and dirt by years of use. She practically clung to Maverick as they made their way to the other side. 

“What’s wrong?” He teased. “Are you scared?”

Valkyrie huffed. “Nothing wrong with being frightened.”  

Those words stunned the fox, enough to make him fumble his next step. Then and there, he knew Valkyrie had what it takes to be a great hero. 

Maverick lowered a tree branch, revealing a secret path deeper into the woodland fringe. Mature trees towered over the two children, reminding them how small they truly were in the world. The leaves fluttered in the wind, breaking the shadows with sparkles of sunlight. The acreage of the old school grounds was fairly large, allowing a sizable forest to grow. They needn’t walk far to reach a small clearing. 

No words were shared as Valkyrie took her first steps into the clearing. The grass had been cut, burned, and blasted down to nearly nothing. Craters littered the entire clearing, as if the heavens themselves had rained stars upon it. The trees that lined the clearing were scorched and slashed, their branches nearly bare. The land was a chaotic mess, owing to the many battles that were fought there. It was beautiful, especially to Valkyrie, whose warrior blood surged through her veins. 

“There are two rules.” Maverick began, as he placed Valkyrie’s bag gently out of harms way. He walked out into the battlefield, taking a spot away from Valkyrie. Maverick held up a finger. “Rule one. Don’t tell any adult, not even your parents.”

Valkyrie nodded, taking a stance opposite of Maverick; eager to finally have fun.

“Rule Two. The fight ends as soon as blood is drawn.” 

The wind suddenly picked up speed, rustling the leaves and bending branches. With a smirk, Maverick gathered mana at his paw, creating a ball of swirling energy. 

“Are you ready?” 

Valkyrie’s heart raced. She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, gathering mana to her muscles, growing them noticeably larger; much to the surprise of Maverick who stared in awe at her unexpected transformation. Blood red mana began to crackle and spark at each razor sharp point of her claws; like bolts of lighting, they danced across her fingers and snapped in the air. Her eyes opened, her fire-orange met his mismatched blue and grey, and with a single nod, their fight began. 

The earth beneath Valkyrie’s feet was tossed aside as she lunged towards Maverick. She closed the gap between them in a blink of an eye, her claws poised to strike his side. The fox barely reacted in time, his cocky smirk wiped away in that very moment. He dodged to the side, watching in what felt like slow motion as those claws swiped the air. With a deafening boom of thunder, Valkyrie’s claws unleashed several long slashes of lighting bolts that gouged deep ravines in the soil; akin to that of claw marks in flesh. 

Valkyrie growled, turning to attack Maverick again; only to have his palm of mana strike her directly across the muzzle. She only had a moment to look surprised before the attack exploded dead on, sending her tumbling away into the dirt. 

Maverick gave her a cheeky wink. “You left yourself open~.” 

Frustrated, Valkyrie dug her claws into the ground and pushed herself up. She wiped dirt from her snout and spit the rest on the grass. Her gym top hung loosely from her chest, having been stretched to near breaking at the shoulder straps. 

“Sneaky-fox got lucky!”

Valkyrie held a single clawed hand towards the sky. Thunder roared across the skies, and dark clouds formed overhead. Lightning began to build around her digits, an eerie blood-red, practically dripping with latent power. 

Maverick’s fur stood on end, and his ears twitched to the hum of electricity. He could sense the power radiating from her body. It grew wildly, like a storm brewing over the sea. Waves of mana crashed against her palm, pulsing into a glowing arc of electricity. The destructive power was chaotic in nature, untamed and primal. An ancient mana that Maverick had only seen once before, a long time ago. Every instinct in his body warned him, pleaded with him to move! To stop Valkyrie before she could unleash such devastating power; but it was too late.

With a final breath, Valkyrie slashed her claws towards her foe. “Blood Lighting: Howling Thunder!”

The heavens split, and a creature of lighting came forth between the clouds. Crackling and screaming, shrouded in electricity and accompanied by thunder. In a flash, the beast smashed into the ground where Maverick had been standing only a moment before. He dodged it by a whisker, his jacket shredded from the front, down to the buckle of his pants. Dirt and debris exploded across the clearing, creating a new crater in the battlefield. 

“D-damn!” Valkyrie said, falling to her knees. She panted heavily, barely able to keep herself from falling over. 

It took a moment for Maverick to regain composure. He stared at Valkyrie in disbelief, but he pushed his fear back to the depths of his mind; for her sake. 

"That was a close one!" Maverick said, with a light chuckle. "Just about got me, too. Dad's gonna cut into my allowance to make another one of these..." He sighed, pulling his tattered jacket off and floated the remains a bit further away from them, to prevent any further damage.

Valkyrie remained doubled over, her body trembling with the aftershocks of overusing her mana. With deep, steady breaths, she pushed herself into a standing position; only to be blasted by a gust of stinging air. She held her arms in front of her face, blocking most of the damage; giving the fox a nasty snarl.

“Being your enemy, I suppose I don’t have to let you recover.” Maverick said, with a cheeky grin.

Mana swirled around his paw, quickly charging up his next attack. He slashed his paw through the air, sending an arc of whistling wind towards Valkyrie. She was far too winded to dodge. The attack hit her directly against the chest, knocking her backwards into a tree; leaving a raptor sized imprint in the bark. She fell to the ground, clutching at her stomach, desperate to suck in air. 

Maverick snapped his fingers and cursed himself; convinced he overdid it, again. He rushed to her side. 

“Are you okay?”I got a little overzealous back there...” He trailed off, his eyes wandering down to Valkyrie’s now bare chest. Her topped had been stripped away, revealing her undefined breasts. They were flat, her perky, purple nipples were the most profound feature; betraying how young the girl actually was. 

Maverick cleared his throat and looked away with a blush. “Maybe we should call it quits?” 

“N-no! V-valkyrie is fine...” She barely managed between gasps of air. 

As if to prove her point, Valkyrie slashed her claws upwards towards Maverick’s jaw. He pushed the surprise attack out of the way with expert finesse, and struck back in that same moment; landing a blow directly against her ribs. She winced, but kept up her assault. Her claws dug into the ground, and her powerful legs sent her flying towards Maverick who had stepped back to gain distance. Her fists collided with the palms of his hands, her immense strength forcing him backwards.

“Impressive!”

Valkyrie smiled, showing off her teeth. “Sneaky-fox won’t beat Valkyrie that easily!”

With a grunt of effort, Maverick pushed her back; slashing his paw through the air, sending another scythe towards Valkyrie. She grinned, pivoting on her foot to allow the attack to hit the dirt harmlessly at her side. They both rushed forward, colliding again; fist to claw. Valkyrie’s strength and speed grew by the second, putting the fox in a dire situation. With a blindingly fast strike, she landed a punch square against his chest, and then before he could even blink, she sent him flying with a kick to his side. He tumbled in the air for a brief moment before righting himself with his mana. 

“You’re almost as strong as my sister!” He said, as he massaged his aching paws. “Those jabs had some serious power behind them!”

Valkyrie snorted. “Sneaky-fox, is lucky to be standing!” She crouched low, charging her mana. “But, you won’t withstand Valkyrie this time.” 

Maverick did not like the sound of that. Nor did he like the looks of what was happening. He could sense the insane amount of mana the raptor was charging. It boiled within her, like a storm on the horizon; till, finally, it exploded into a frenzy of lighting. Her entire body was cloaked in crackling mana, and within, her body changed rapidly. She hunched over, her muscle mass growing nearly double in size; and her body shifted to accommodate the new power flowing through her veins.

Valkyrie was nearly unrecognizable. Her eyes glowed a stormy white, and her orange feathers blazed brightly. 

“Blood Lighting: Raptor’s Barrage!” 

Then, she closed the gap, her fists a blur, striking into Maverick’s body unhindered with a powerful barrage. He had barely enough time to feel the pain before she had jumped high in the air and spun forward, whipping her tail down into a devastating blow between his ears. Maverick went down hard, crashing into the dirt with a sickening thud. The wind was immediately knocked out of him, something that only a few of his peers could accomplish. He clutched at his stomach, desperate to suck in air, but he was unable to recover quick enough before Valkyrie struck with her tail again, sending him rolling across the grass.

Pain. Something the young fox was unused to. Only Rekka was able to fight him to any degree such as this. Valkyrie was truly on another level. The strength in her attacks reminded him of his sister, almost on par, if not equals. All he could do was muster a groan as he pushed himself out of the grass. 

“Y-you surprised me,” He said, spitting a rogue piece of grass from his mouth. “A lot stronger than I thought. Might even give Rekka a run for her money!” With more effort than he would like to admit, he stood; only to have his pants fall to his ankles.  

Valkyrie, who had been poised to strike the fox again, stopped in her tracks. Her eyes wandered low, locking on to Maverick’s exposed privates. They shared a look. Valkyrie blushed, and Maverick just smirked. 

“Heh, guess these pants are junk...” 

“Valkyrie did not mean...” She said, looking away. 

“It’s cool. I don’t mind fighting naked. Besides, you’re topless.” He pointed out. 

Valkyrie’s eyes widened and her cheeks flushed red. Through all the excitement, she had not realized her shirt had fallen away. Her first instinct was to cover herself, especially in front of a male, but a growing respect for Maverick kept her claws low. 

“And,” Maverick mused. “Those shorts leave little to the imagination.” 

Valkyrie growled at the fox. “Fine. If the fox fights naked, then Valkyrie shall fight fair.” 

With the sass only a raptor could muster, she pushed her gym shorts to her knees and kicked them to the side. She stood there completely naked with her claw on her hip; as if daring the fox to comment on her nudity.

“Looks like you have some natural style.~” He winked, his voice smooth as silk. 

Valkyrie rolled her eyes. “Valkyrie’s feathers are supposed to keep her modest...” Her eyes went to Maverick’s twitching cock. “Clearly it isn’t working.”

“Can’t help but look, cutie.” Maverick said, his tail wagging.

Valkyrie whipped her tail against the dirt. “That has to be earned! Beat Valkyrie!” With a magnificent leap, she cleared the gap between them. Her tail swiped through the air, narrowly missing a surprised Maverick. 

“Almost got me!” He teased, earning himself a growl from Valkyrie. 

Maverick swiftly countered, throwing a quick jab towards Valkyrie’s face, but she expertly caught it in her claw and tossed him to the side with her superior strength. Her jaws snapped shut inches from his ear; the sound of gnashing teeth sent a shiver down his spine. She fought like an animal, a style not easily countered. 

In the blitz, they had forgotten all about their nudity. Their paws collided, and they stood snout to snout, panting heavily; their eyes locked. With a smirk, Maverick pushed forward, planting his lips to hers. The surprise kiss was enough to stun the young girl, leaving her open for an attack. He freed his paw and planted it firmly beneath her ribs. She stumbled, clutching at her stomach, only for Maverick to bring a wind filled fist down across her head. The force alone was enough to ragdoll her into the dirt, giving the fox ample time to jump upon her. The attack wasn’t enough to daze the raptor. She spun around just in time to catch the fox in her arms. 

Despite the unfavourable position, Maverick rolled the girl through the dirt; much to Valkyrie’s surprise. Their bodies were locked together, chest to chest, hip to hip. Comparable in height, their privates had nowhere to go but against each other. Maverick’s erect cock rubbed across her exposed folds, sending a chill of unexpected pleasure through her body. She cried out, trying to roll the fox over, but all she accomplished was dragging his hips across her crotch feathers. Of course, Maverick had no complaints, but the sudden jolt destroyed his concentration, leaving him open for her jaws to come biting down on his shoulder. Those sharp, dagger-like teeth hurt, but did not break his skin; owing to Valkyrie’s self-control. 

“Ow!” 

“Sneaky-fox has his cock on Valkyrie!” 

“I can’t help it! Stop biting me!” 

Valkyrie answered by biting him again; her arms keeping him locked against her chest. Each struggled movement from Maverick had his cock slide across her pussy; the weight of his hefty sack smacking under her tail. The mixed feelings of the situation began to play with their minds. The unexpected pleasure was just that, pleasure. It was wrecking havoc on both kids, letting their minds go blank of all things, besides lust. To make matters worse, Valkyrie’s arousal grew with each of those precise movements; allowing Maverick’s panicked struggles to glide his cock unhindered. That heat alone made him moan, twitch even, his cock spurting a shot of pre-cum across Valkyrie’s belly scales. 

It happened so fast. The scent of their meshing privates wafted between them. Maverick lost all his willpower to resist, leaving him a panting mess. Valkyrie’s eyes went unfocused, and her heart rate skyrocketed. The adrenaline high from their fight mixed with her growing arousal; sending her over the line of no return. She angled her hips upwards, just as Maverick pulled back; their instincts working together out of pure carnal desire. For a moment, all the kids could feel was Euphoria. Neither had realized they were joined at the hip by life’s greatest gift. 

Driven by desire, Valkyrie wrapped her arms around Maverick; to pull him tighter, as if begging for more. Her claws dug into his back, easing and flexing against his fur. The pain was nothing to Maverick. He was a male driven to absolutes. Only one thing was on his mind; breeding. His cock twitched inside Valkyrie’s snug pussy. She was impossibly tight, just barely developed enough to take his entire length. Any younger, and he would have bottomed out. The heat inside her drove him mad; almost enough to send him over the edge. It would have, if he hadn’t practised with Rekka. 

Maverick pulled out to his tip, making the little girl shiver. Without any regard for her well being, he thrust back inside, burying his cock to her deepest depths. They shared a sigh, their hot breath mixing. That single thrust scratched that growing itch, but the heat remained; and his hips repeated the motion,  quickly building a rhythm. 

Alone in the woods, the two kids mated. With the gods as their witness, they held nothing back. Valkyrie’s dominating nature took a backseat. That ancient instinct pleaded to let the male breed her, to fill her underage womb with his kits. 

Those desires were only deepened by Maverick’s aggressive thrusts. His once rhythmic assault turned desperate. Her pussy was like velvet, a vice of warmth and pleasure. His cock spread her perfectly, making Valkyrie moan with even the smallest of movements. His tongue lulled, his breathing heavy and ragged; unintentionally taking in more of her irresistible scent. He bucked forward, earning himself a squeal of pleasure from Valkyrie. The throes of orgasmic bliss tensed and relaxed her pussy, milking his invading cock to the point of orgasm. With shared moans, Maverick forced himself as deep as he could go.

Valkyrie used her legs to keep Maverick inside her. She could feel every spurt of his orgasm. She growled and cooed, riding the aftershocks of her own orgasm. The copious amounts of cum quickly overflowed from her underdeveloped cunt, adding to the mess of fluids between them. If Valkyrie had been any older, she would have undoubtedly been impregnated. The gravity of the situation was lost on the kids. They enjoyed the last waves of bliss together before Maverick fell spent against Valkyrie’s smooth chest. 

“D-did we just...” Maverick barely managed past ragged breath.

Valkyrie nuzzled him. “Yes...” 

Maverick stayed inside her till the very end. His cock slowly slipped out, making Valkyrie shiver. A stream of cum spilled from her gaping pussy, pooling between them on the dirt below. He fell to the side, belly to the sky, arm holding Valkyrie close as they caught their breath. The sun had begun to set, casting beautiful hues of red and yellow across the clouds. 

“Not a bad first day, huh?” Maverick said, nuzzling into Valkyrie’s cheek. 

Valkyrie sighed and return the affection. “It was the best day of Valkyrie’s life.... Thank you.”

The sun set without another word between the two kids. They drifted off to sleep, warmed and comforted by their embrace; their naked bodies exposed to the world.