Rose rolled over groggily in bed as the sound of an impatient fist against an old, creaky wood door woke her.  She snorted, clearing her nose of the clog that had developed there in the night.  Throwing an arm over her face, she wiped her nose and blinked open her eyes.  The morning light was faint: at six in the morning, it was an unnatural time for an eight year old to be up.  The knock came again, more insistently, and she attempted to sit up.  But, her tired muscles were not quite ready to obey, and she flopped backwards into her pillows.  Clearing her throat, she instead called out to whomever had come to wake her.
	"C-Come in!"
	The doorknob and hinges creaked as it opened.  Rose lifted her head to see who it was.  Her eldest sister, Lorraine, stood there dressed in a skimpy bubblegum pink dress that showed off much of her well groomed black fur.  The blackened steel stud piercings that ran up and down her ears, the spiked, pink leather collar she wore with matching wristbands...  Lorraine was every bit the moody, attitude and hormone poisoned teen-aged goth bunny girl that she appeared to be.  
	“Get up, Rose!” she called irritably, but not unkindly.  “You're gonna be late, and Momma Sophia will be upset.”  Lorraine's expression was annoyed, but softened as Rose finally succeeded in sitting up, and pushed back the covers.  
	“Good morning, Sis,”  Rose said, a warm smile crossing her snout.  She slid out of bed, and toddled a tad unevenly on her stiff and still tired legs.  The hardwood floor of her bedroom a dangerous terrain for her hooves to navigate.  
	“Good morning, Rose,” Lorraine replied grudgingly, taking Rose into a hug and rubbing her back.  “I don't know how you can be so cheerful so early.”  After a moment, Rose disengaged and scampered to her dresser to grab clothes.  
	“I'll be down shortly,”  Rose said, pulling out a clean pair of socks, panties, and a lilac dress in quick succession, placing them on her vanity.  Tell Momma I'm taking a shower first, Danny will need help.  I don't think I'll be down before Poppa Caldaq leaves, so say good-bye to him for me please?”  
	Rose could feel her elder sister's eyes on her back, before she replied in the affirmative.  The sound of paws against wood faded as Loraine left her to her morning business.  She grabbed her towel from the back of her door.  It was soft, lavender colored, and it was thinner than most of the other towels, owing to her short, sparse, bristly fur and large bare area on her belly.  Clad only in the previous day's panties and the towel draped around her neck, she went down the hall to the shared upstairs bathroom.
	Inside, her only younger sibling was struggling to remove his underwear while thick steam billowed out from the open shower door.  “Good morning, Danny,”  Rose said.  He was six years old, and was two years her junior.  His bushy tail wagged back and fourth rapidly with energy.
	“Morning, sis!”  He barked, then hopped towards her, underwear still about his ankles.  He tripped forward and Rose caught him in her arms.  Danny wasn't large or heavy, but Rose was not large or heavy either, and she couldn't gain traction on the damp tiles of the bathroom floor.  The force knocked her over, and they landed on the floor in a heap, laughing.  After a moment, She sat up, and helped disentangle him from his underwear.
	Freed from his entrapment, Danny pranced around the bathroom, his little sheath wobbling around as he enjoyed his temporary freedom.  Rose stood and removed her own underwear.  Depositing them onto the floor with her brother's, Rose then caught her brother's hand as he passed by, and tugged him to the open shower door.  “Come on, Danny, lets get washed.  In you go.”
	The look on Danny's muzzle was cute, a combination of dismay, and expectancy, as Rose held him up.  He carefully took an over-sized step over the edge of the tub.  She followed him inside, being careful herself.  The hot spray of water over their fur was pleasant.  Rose turned the pressure down as her shorter, less dense fur protected her less from it.  After she was satisfied, she sat down on her haunches, legs splayed wide for balance.  The water running down her body sheeted over her cunny.  It always felt funny, but good, and it was just a tiny bit arousing to her.  She beckoned Danny closer with a finger, and grabbed the shampoo with her other.  He came closer, putting his hands behind his back and wagging his hips shyly.  Pouring some of the shampoo onto her hands, she lathered and began to rub him down, starting with the top of his head.  She quickly worked her way down, getting his ears, neck, and chest.
	As Rose worked the suds into her brother's fur, she noticed his penis begin to stir.  She felt a twinge run through her pussy as the pink tip poked from the center of his sheath.  She thought about whether or not she had time to play with her brother and still make it to school on time or not.  Reaching Danny's waist, she skipped over his hips, butt, tail, and sheath, and started up his legs while she considered.  By the time that she reached his crotch, his cock was standing straight up at attention, throbbing slightly with his heartbeat.  She made up her mind, and gently began massaging her brother's fuzzy balls with her soapy hand.  He cooed happily as she rubbed in circles, tugging softly at the taut, fuzzy pouch, rolling his little testicles around in her palm.  She leaned forward, breathing heavily as her own arousal increased, making her cunny drip juices that were immediately washed away by the torrent of water.  
	Rose rinsed her hands of suds, and put one between her own legs.  She rubbed quickly and firmly, letting the tingle spread through her, while looking at the pink length of Danny's penis.  With the water carrying away all but the scent of the floral shampoo, she couldn't detect his young musk.  But his dick was as yet untouched, and she flicked out her tongue to touch it, taking in the barest suggestion of its taste.  The slick, salty coating tasted yummy first thing in the morning, and after licking her lips, she curled her tongue fully about his cocklette and pulled it into her mouth.
	The sensation of his penis being submerged in her mouth made him sigh happily, and his dick throbbed harder.  After a moment of just sucking on his cock like it was lollipop, enjoying it's flavor, she bobbed her head on his member.  Between her legs, Rose dug a finger into her twitching folds, and began to thrust quickly.  She wanted to cum with her little brother, and he was a real quick-shot.  Already, he was beginning to thrust energetically, his little penis pulsing as it readied  for orgasm.  
	Another moment, and Rose could feel his tiny knot inflating.  It was small enough to fit perfectly within her mouth, and when Danny lost his rhythm, entering into the throes of orgasm, she pushed her muzzle forward and pulled his knot fully into her mouth, and sucked.  Fingers pistoning in and out of her cunny, she added another finger, stretching herself just a little.  She flattened her palm against her sensitive little button as she slid in.  With the firm stimulation, she felt her flower clench down on her fingers as the first of three short, watery shots pumped from her brother.  She moaned, swallowing his small offering, and pulled off as the third shot forth, the clear, sticky fluid splashing across her face.  All through, Danny whimpered and moaned, looking up at the ceiling as if it was too much to see his sister sucking on him.  
	Rose stood, and pulled her brother into a hug.  His cock, still hard, brushed the underside of her pussy teasingly. She tilted her head forward, and locked her lips to his, and gave him a quick kiss, their tongues swirling briefly.  She pulled away and squatted back down.  Resoaping her hand, Rose began herself down.  Danny, for his part, sat down on the floor of the tub and played with his little prick while watching Rose clean.  When she reached her crotch, she spread her pussy lips apart to show off for her brother.  Being able to watch his little cocklette twitch and bounce in excitement was just too cute to not tease him for.
	Taking the head off of it's mount, Rose hosed down herself and her little brother.  In spite of having already had an orgasm, when she passed the shower head over her cunny, she wanted to hold it there and let the warm water gush into her and fill her deepest reaches.  But she knew she didn't have the time, and if she started moaning, Danny's cock would stay hard, and it was just beginning to soften.  Considering the length of time it took for his knot to go down, she was certain that getting him hard again would make her late for school.  Momma and Poppa would not be pleased.  Disappointed, she put it back, and exhorted Danny to start drying off.  He squeezed the water from his fur, and she grabbed her towel, hung as it was over the shower door next to her brothers for easy access.  
	Stepping out of the tub, Rose let her towel fall around her hooves, then grabbed Danny's towel, and began helping him to dry off.  Once he had hold of the towel and was working over his body properly, she grabbed the blow-dryer, plugged it in, and finished blow-drying her brother.  By the time she was finished, the tip of his penis was just retreating back into his sheath.  She smiled at the perfect timing.  
	“Now go get dressed, Danny.  Do you need help getting your clothes?”
	“Nuh-uh.  Mommy Sophia gottem last night.”
	“Alright.  See you when you come down, Danny.”
	Rose picked up her underclothes, wrapped the towel around herself, left the bathroom for her bedroom, and Danny did the same.  Once inside, she closed the door, hung up her towel, and stood in front of her vanity.  It was a gift to her from Poppa Caldaq and Momma Sophia when they adopted her a few months ago, after many more of having been fostered by them.  With quick, firm strokes, she brushed her coarse bristles.  The tan fur, interspersed with regular, dark brown spots was generally very easy to control unlike some of her foster brothers and sisters, but if she didn't at least make an effort, it got just as matted as anyone elses.  Setting aside the brush, she got herself dressed.  The cut of the dress was simple, and the top half clung to her upper body, revealing her tight, young, feminine curves, which she liked.  Rummaging around in a drawer, she pulled out a pink bow which perfectly matched her dress, and posed in the mirror.  Ready to face the day, she left her room and headed downstairs.
	The house she now called home was huge.  It was always in need of a little work, but never quite in disrepair.  Rose walked down the long hall, which had nine rooms, including the bathroom, arrayed along it.  The largest room, down at the far end of the hall and by the stairs down to the lower floor was the master bed, where Momma and Poppa slept.  They had a bathroom all to themselves in there.  The other eight rooms were hers, her siblings, the shared bathroom, and the playroom, where all their toys were kept.  As she passed the last room on the left, Danny poked his head out from behind his door, saw who it was, and joined Rose out on the landing.  The front of his pants were cutely tented, though the bulge was shrinking.  He must've played with it a little more while he was dressing.  She put a hand to her ear, and listened, and hearing no one on the upper floor, winked at Danny, pulled him into a hug, gave him a quick kiss, then led him downstairs.
	At the bottom was the entryway.  It was large, more like a formal foyer, but it was crowded with hooks supporting coats and backpacks, a hat stand and umbrella rack, and a credenza, worn with age and dented in several places, but very obviously loved from it's spotlessly clean appearance.  On the side with all the clutter was the front door.  It was large, solid oak, and it squeaked when it got stuck, which was whenever it was hot and humid.  Opposite that, the entryway opened onto a large dining room and kitchen.  A table big enough for twelve had seats for nine, four on one side, and five on the other.  Sitting at the table was Loraine, her eldest sibling Doug, a cat boy and senior in high school, and Mamma Sophia.  There was the left overs of eggs and turkey bacon with hash browns, the leavings of Poppa Caldaq, and two of her other foster siblings, a pair of fraternal twin rats.  They could be heard quietly arguing in the living room as they gathered their things together for school.  Three seats all next to each other still had clean plates, waiting for their respective owners to sit and eat.  
	“Good morning, Momma, Doug,” Rose said.  Then more loudly she called, “Good morning, Lex, Dex!”  Taking the seat in the middle, pulling Danny along by his had to sit next to her.  The others all responded in kind, with varying degrees of energy.  Momma Sophia pulled out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter, lit one, and took a long drag, then got up and went into the living room to see after the twins.  The lingering smell of the smoke made them all cough.  
	Rose pulled the pan of eggs towards herself and spooned a generous helping to herself and her little brother.  As she turned to reach for the bacon and hash browns, she felt the wind of another furs passage, then heard the scraping the of the chair next to her.  Dane sat down with a groggy “'Mornin.” and pulled the eggs toward himself.  Everyone greeted him, more or less the same as they had greeted her.
	After a few minutes of the clinking of forks and soft conversation, Doug stood, pulling a reluctant Loraine up with him.  “Alright, guys, gotta go now, or we're gonna be late.  Loraine, go make sure Lex and Dex have all their stuff and don't hold us up this time.  Just cause you three are okay with a tardy, doesn't mean I am.”
	“Hey!  I resent that!”  Loraine said defiantly, but was silenced with a single raised eyebrow.  A sheepish grin, greatly at odds with her bubblegum goth look spread across her muzzle and her inner ears flushed.  Mumbling, she walked off in the direction of the twins and Momma Sophia.  Doug came around the table, and gave a quick one armed hug to each of his younger siblings, and left to gather his things and start his car.
	The sound of discussion in the other room abruptly stopped as Loraine arrived, then erupted in a frenzy of complaints only half heard.  Rose just dug into her eggs, surreptitiously watching her two brothers.  Danny didn't like eggs much, so she had to watch to make sure that he ate enough, or he would get cranky at school, and likely get in trouble at some point.  Dane on the other hand loved eggs, and shoveled them down quickly, followed by a second helping.  Rose ate more slowly, careful not to spill any on her nice dress, and trying to keep Danny from doing the same.  
	Once Dane was finished, Rose watched as he tried to watch her without being noticed.  Rose knew that Dane loved her, but Dane didn't know that she knew, and she was content to let him keep thinking that for the moment.  However, the time to reveal to him that she cared for him too was fast approaching.
	“Are you going to take me to your clubhouse after school today, Dane?”  Rose asked, still playing with her food.
	“Wha-?”  Dane responded absentmindedly, jolted out of his less than well hidden thoughts about his younger sister.  	
	“Are you going to take me to your clubhouse today?”  She repeated, this time turning and looking Dane in the eyes.  Her poor brother swallowed, looking away, as if it would help him hide his feelings better.
	“Uhh...  Yeah.  Yeah, I am.  Just make sure you meet me at the back of the equipment shed right after classes let out, okay?”  
	“Of course!  Is anyone else coming?”  Rose asked.
	“Y-Yeah, Lex and Dex are.  They might already be there when we arrive though.  They get out before we do.”
	Rose chuckled.  “I know.  I live with them too.”
	The color rose sharply in Dane's ears.  Rose decided to stop teasing her brother.  She would be able to do that much more this afternoon.  It was her intention to clue him in on her attraction to him, and let him know that she had been aware of his feelings for her since he moved in seven months ago.
	Finished with her food, she grabbed their plates, and took them into the kitchen to rinse them.  From the sink, she could see into the living room where an intense looking search was going on.  Dex was flipping cushions on the sofa, Loraine was looking under the same sofa, Lex was nowhere to be seen, and Momma Sophia was looking grimly at them all, tapping her paw and flicking ash irritably into a nearby ashtray.  
	Lex made her entrance to the living room via the dinning, holding a folder aloft in triumph.  The folder in her hand was an unremarkable one, save for the word 'homework' stamped across it in large, bold letters.  “I found it!” she said unnecessarily, throwing it at Dex.   
	“Wow, rude!” Dex said, throwing down the cushion he was holding just quickly enough to snatch the folder before it hit him and scattered the pages everywhere.  Rose finished rinsing the dishes and set them down in the dishwasher, chuckling to herself as Dex slid the folder of schoolwork into his bag.  
	“Can we hurry it-” Lorraine began
	“Hey, I'm waiting, hurry it up!  fifteen minutes until first bell!”  Doug exclaimed, stomping into the room.
	“Yeah, yeah,” Lex and Dex groaned together, swinging their bags up onto their shoulders.
	“It wasn't me this time!  Seriously!”  Lorraine pouted, falling into step behind the twins as they walked past Doug.
	“I'm sure it wasn't.” Doug responded.
	“Have a good day at school guys!”  Rose called out to their backs, stepping into the living room to see them better as they trudged to the entryway.  
	Lex and Dex each raised a hand and waved without turning.  “Laters, Rose,” Lorraine called over her shoulder.  Doug simply turned and smiled, then turned the corner and was out of sight with the rest of them.  
	Momma Sophia sat down in the now empty and quiet living room with a sigh.  “Rose, dear,” she said with her slightly gravelly voice, “Can you see to it that Dane and Danny are ready to leave?  You three need to get going soon too, if you're to catch the bus.  Lock the door behind you, and have a good day at school.”
	“Of course, Momma,” Rose said, then headed back into the dinning room as the sound of the front door opening and closing echoed through the house.
	Back in the dinning room, Dane and Danny had both left, presumably to get their things for school.  Rose shrugged.  She wasn't going to complain if Dane and Danny took care of themselves.  She walked to the entryway.  It was cooler here now, with the fresh air the others had let into the house in the wake of their passage.  On the floor where the shoes were, Dane was kneeling in front of Danny, helping him to tie his shoes.  It was adorable, watching as Dane tied one up all nice and tidy, while Danny's still inexperienced fingers fumbled the laces.  Dane stood and watched Danny finish up the other shoe.  It was poorly done, but it looked like it would hold well enough.
	Rose came up behind him, and put her arms around him and squeezed.  Dane 'eeped'.  “Ready to go guys?”
	“Yup!”  Danny said, standing up and pulling his worn denim jacket straight.
	“Me too,”  Dane said, hoisting his bag from the floor.  “Here's your bag, too.” he said, grabbing another backpack up from the floor.
	“Thanks!”  Rose said, letting go of her older brother and taking it from him.  She took her own jacket down from the coat rack, put it on, and slung her bag on over it.  “Come on, lets go.”
	Dane opened the door and let the chilly late autumn air in.  Danny energetically launched himself out into the large yard, while she and Dane hesitated briefly.  Neither of them were as resistant to the cold as Danny, and even with their coats, they were much less enthusiastic about going out into it.  Rose took a deep breath, slid her hand into Danes, and pushed herself forward.  The grass crunched beneath their hooves as they walked across the yard, following Danny to the bus stop.  It was only three houses down, and they were the only ones to be picked up at that stop.  Rose was already shivering by the time they got there.  Perhaps it hadn't been such a good idea to wear a dress to school today.  In the distance, the bus could be seen, trundling down the empty, rundown street.  Rose looked about the aging, dilapidated homes and poorly kept yards as  Danny bounced around, already wired and excited for his day at school.  Rose chuckled under her breath and pulled Dane closer for warmth as she tried not to freeze to death.  The third grade wasn't that tough, but it was a lot less fun than first grade.  She looked sidelong at Dane, and caught him staring her with an awkward, embarrassed grin on his face.  “Something up?  She asked teasingly as the bus pulled in front of them, just in time to save him from having to respond.  The teasing was being laid on much more thickly than usual, but she could hardly help herself.  She was excited to confront Dane and let their relationship become a little more than just that of the foster siblings that they were.  Danny bounded up the steps as soon as the bus doors opened enough to admit his tiny body, and was in the first seat with a friend before Rose could even get one hoof in the door.   Dane followed close behind her.
	On the bus, Rose looked at the many noisy cubs around her.  There were so many, and there were several they had left to pick up before they could head to their final destination.  Midway down the right-hand side of the bus, she saw one of her friends sitting alone and looking very morose, and she made a bee line for her.  She took a seat, and turned to her friend.  She was turned towards the window, her long, narrow muzzle mostly obscured by the angle and the thin jacket she wore over her long red fur.  She reached out a paw and put it on her shoulder.  
	“Michelle?  Are you okay?”
	“Hey Rose.  Yeah, I'm okay.”
	“Are you sure?  You don't look okay.”
	“Well...  I couldn't find my homework, and now I'm probably gonna get a detention.  Daddy's gonna kill me when I get home.”
	“No he's not!  Because you will turn in your homework!”
	“But how?  I don't have it!”
	“I always take an extra copy of the work, just in case.  Which one did you need?  Math, or English?”
	“Really?!”  Michelle asked excitedly, sitting up and turning so she could see Rose better.  “I need the math one!”
	“Yup!”  Rose pulled her backpack around and onto her lap and unzipped it.  Right on top was her homework folder.  Inside was her own worksheet, and the blank ones right beneath it.  She pulled out the math one, and passed it to Michelle.  Digging a little deeper, she pulled out her pencil case, fished out a decent pen, her math book, and she handed them over.  Going back into her bag, she found her calculator and handed that over too.  She was already hard at work, using the book as a surface, pen scribbling furiously as she figured out remainders.  
	Rose looked out over the tops of the seats as Michelle worked, looking for her other friends.  She couldn't help but to notice the nubs of Dane's antlers sticking up over one seat towards the back of the bus, and Danny's fluffy gray tail wagging a mile a minute up near the front.  Behind her and several seats back was a cute raccoon boy she liked.  His name was Jacob, and he was reclined with his eyes closed, clearly trying to nab a minutes' sleep in the maelstrom of early morning cub chaos.  It didn't appear as if he was having much success as he grimaced when his seatmate yelled at another on the other side of the seat from them.  Sitting across from him was another boy she knew, Kodiak.  He was a bear, towered over most of the other cubs, and had been a bully when they met.  But he was really quite the softy, if you took the time to get to know him.  Kodiak saw her looking and waved and smiled, and Rose waved and smiled back.  Continuing to look around, she picked out many others that she knew; a hyena girl sitting just behind Danny, another fox girl two seats ahead of where she sat, and a bat in the seat across from her.  
	The bus slowed down as it approached the next stop.  The noise level lowered as everyone took notice, but promptly returned to normal once the new cubs boarded.  Most of the cubs at this stop were in the upper classes like Dane.  They all made their way to the back, taking over the seats there and displacing the younger ones as they did.  She scowled at them.  Someday soon, she would let them know that it was wrong to take advantage of their age, height, and weight like that.
	Rose turned to face Michelle again, who was still working away at the math problems on the spare worksheet.  Her friend was making good progress.  Rose worked a paw between her friend and the seat, and gave her back-rubs while eyeing over her work.  A couple of the problems had simple mistakes, which she pointed out.  Michelle thanked her before making the necessary corrections and continuing on to the next problem.  A few minutes later, the bus slowed again to admit yet more cubs, leaving only one bus stop between them and school.  Shortly after the last stop, Michelle put down the pen.
	“Finished!” Michelle exclaimed, handing the book, pen, and calculator back.  
	Rose stored them back into her bag.  “You're welcome!”  Looking back from her bag, she saw her friend adjusting her wide rimmed spectacles and looking a little shy.
	“R-Rose?”  She asked, hesitantly.  “D-do you want to play with me at recess today?  I want to thank you.”  She folded her hands into her lap, as if she wasn't sure what to do with them, and so returned to her normal, more demure behaviors.
	“Of course!  But why would you need to thank me to play together?  We hang out at recess all the time!”
	“I-I, I meant...  Never mind.”
	Rose was just a tad confused.  But she was glad to have been able to help her friend.  She leaned up against Michelle and wrapped her into a hug.  Michelle's ears reddened from the affectionate display, but quickly settled down and she hugged back.  The two girls embraced for a several moments before they broke apart and talked about their respective evenings.  As the bus slowed, then turned into the school parking lot, Michelle finished her tale of her little sisters naked adventure through the neighbors yard.  Rose couldn't stop giggling.  She wished she had been there to witness the younger girls moment of triumph as she freed herself from her little dress to go running wildly and evade capture.
	“My evening wasn't that special.  For once, everyone was quite for a little while.  At least until Momma Sophia and Poppa Caldaq declared they were going out to eat, and Doug was in charge until they got back.  Doug spent his evening in his room studying.  Lorraine was in her room masturbating.  I know because I could hear her through the walls.  Doug came out of his room to yell at her to keep it down, but the moaning that had gotten him to yell at her was actually from Lex and Dex messing around.  I honestly don't have any idea how they managed to not get caught.  I could hear them from down the hall.”
	“Oh wow,” Michelle said, covering her mouth and tittering.  “Your foster siblings are so naughty!”
	“I know, and I love it!  I just wish I could be a little more open with them sometimes.  I hate that I have to hide my love from some of them.  It isn't fair.”  Michelle spoke, but it was lost in the chaos that erupted around them when the bus door opened and began disgorging students.
	“What?!”  Rose called out, leaning her head closer to her friend.
	“Never mind! I'll tell you later!” Michelle yelled back, but she was barely heard in spite of the mere inches that separated sleek red muzzle from dark brown ear.  Rose nodded, picked up her bag, and excused herself into the stream of students.  Her friend hurriedly joined the fray, but they were sadly separated by the teeming cubs.
	Rose was spit out on the other side of the bus doors moments later, disheveled, barely clinging to her bag.  She looked up at the sky as she adjusted her skirt and reshouldered her bag.  The sun was bright, and just a few paces away from the bus, she could feel it's warm rays on her sparse fur.  The ground was still largely frozen, but by recess, the ground should be properly thawed.  She looked back at the bus and saw Michelle disgorged onto the walkway much the same way that she had been.  Catching her friends eye, she smiled broadly, then skipped off towards the door.
	The school was huge, and housed K-7th grade.  It was well kept, with those short, spiral cut pine trees she only ever saw in state parks, zoos, and inside the gates of the mansions on the rich side of town.  Scattered here and there were large bushes with bright blue blossoms, which were now frozen and dying.  A long the edge of the walk, a few loose leaves that hadn't been cleared up over the weekend skittered to and fro in the light breeze.  Rose danced, bobbed, and weaved in and out of the other students, saying hi and wishing well.  She was feeling much more energetic now that she was out and about.
	The doors of the titanic building that was her school were propped wide with a large sign welcoming the students back from their weekend.  She smiled at the hand lettered blackboard sign.  It was proof that the faculty, no matter how much they could be hard asses, actually cared.  Some day, she would convince others of this truth.  A particularly large group of older cubs wedged themselves into and through the doors, causing a bit of a back up.  Rose used her size and her sunny disposition to work her way through the jam and into the school.
	Inside, it was intimidating, but not in a bad way.  The central hallway was colossal; there were hundreds of students milling about in it, and hundreds more pouring in, yet there always seemed there was enough room for everyone.  The sound of so many talking and trying to be heard over their neighbors, the opening of lockers and their subsequent slamming as their owners finished rooting around inside.  So many paws and hooves and sneakers and shoes impacting the now dirty tile floor echoing...  Rose meandered to her locker, going down the 3rd grade wing, waving and chatting and greeting everyone she came into contact with on her way.
	At her locker, she picked the lock up into her hand and spun the dial one way, then the other, then back again.  It was an odd pleasure to feel the ticking in her palm as she spun it around.  It clicked one last time, and popped open, revealing the interior of the only space that was hers in a building built for just over eight hundred students.  Inside, it was well organized, with all of her books lined up by subject period on the top shelf.  On the bottom, there was a few small boxes, containing gym clothes, sneakers, and a towel for the locker room showers.  On top of that was a small lock-box, one she had purchased by scraping together money from sidewalks and occasionally helping out the teachers after school.  She picked up the little box.  It was heavy for its size.  It was about eight inches square, and half that tall with a key lock.  She looked at it wistfully, set it back down, then grabbed her books for class.  Making sure she grabbed her homework folder first, she stored her bag in the locker, and added the noise of her slamming locker to the din around her.  Next to her, now that the locker was closed, she could see Kodiak, struggling to fit his beefy arms into his own locker.  Rose smiled up at him, and patted him on the back.  She wanted to help him, but knew that his tough-guy appearance was important to him for some reason he didn't let on to.  Kodiak looked down at her.  She just continued to smile, and he winked at her, then went back to shuffling around the contents of his locker.  Clutching the two books she had selected to her chest, she made her way towards her class, revisiting what her friend had meant when she had invited her to play later at recess, and it hit her what she had meant.  
	Rose looked down the hall.  She had a long trip, with her locker being right at the head of the 3rd grade corridor, and her first and second period class being all the way down at the other end by the emergency exit.  She would be upset, but it gave her a chance to see everyone on her way to class.  It was kind of relaxing, if she was honest with herself.  The wide hall-
	RIIIIIINNNNNGGGGGG
	Sudden, explosive activity.  Everyone was scrambling to be somewhere.  Laughter and talking became shrieks and yells.  Rose's most recent hello to a passing badger was snatched from her lips by the tornado left in the wake of a larger student rushing by.  She was almost knocked over as she took a more determined and direct path to class.  No go.  She took another step and was instantly blocked.  Once more she tried to move, and was headed off before she could get anywhere by the writhing mass of cubs.  She stood still for a moment, took a deep breath, marshaling her thoughts.  With a smile, she took a step back, then danced forward.  A pat on the back of one frowning cub, taking and giving support silently, then moving on.  The mob-like mass of students began to thin, and second bell was nearly upon them.  Ahead of her, Rose caught sight of Michelle opening the door to the class they shared, and she made a break from the weaving, almost dance like steps she was taking to make a mad dash for the door.  She made it, but plowed gracelessly into the other girls back, carrying them both into the class.  The girls giggled as they disentangled themselves, and went to their seats.
	A few more  harried looking students entered into the class and took their own seats, chatting with others about their weekend.  The door shut again, and the second bell rang out.  A hush fell over the students.  
	The door opened, and as one, they all turned.  From where Rose sat, she could not see who had entered, but she knew exactly who it was.  Bobbing between the desks near the door were a pair of large, very round dark gray ears.  A loud slurp emanated from that location.  She watched, as everyone did, as the individual made their way towards the front of the room.  Once there, Rose was finally able to see her teacher.  Dale, as her teacher preferred to be called, was a koala, and was sized to match.  He wore well fitting dress pants and button up shirt with tie.  In one hand, he carried a clipboard she knew from experience contained the names of everyone in class, with a mark next to each furson who was late.  In the other was a giant novelty mug, fully a quarter of his size.  It appeared to be about half full.  Rose had once made a bet with some other cubs about how much it held.  She had lost, with a guess of one gallon, but it was still pretty large at two and a half quarts.
	Climbing the step stool so he could reach the top of his desk, he placed down the cup, walked to the edge, and sat, dangling his tiny legs over it.  “Good morning, class.”  He said, in a voice much to deep to be allowed in one so small.
	“Good morning, Mr. Barbara!”  The class intoned back to him.
	“Now, now, we've been over this.  We're two and a half months in, you know better, so lets try this again:  Good morning, Class!”
	“Good morning, Mr. Dale!”  Everyone droned back.
	“Better.  Some starting news, so you don't all bug me about it.  Next weekend is Halloween weekend.  Since Halloween falls on a Friday, you can come to class dressed in your costumes.  A list of accessories that will not be allowed for any one of a number of reasons will be provided to you by your last period teacher.”  The door opened and closed quietly as a late coming cub tried to enter without drawing attention to himself.  Dale didn't miss a beat.  “In other news, Derek Jenkins will have a detention tomorrow, for tardiness.”  Dale paused a moment so he could here the awkward sound of acknowledgment of his sentence.  “And lastly, please remember this class has gym in place of study hall today, so please remember to collect your gym things after class.  Failure to be properly equipped will result reprimand.  Further reminders of this fact will not be forthcoming.  
	“Now, on to the subject at hand.  If you could all please pass your homework forward, pull out your math books, turn to page one hundred and seven, and we can continue onto long-form division with remainders.”
	A collective groan rose from the assembled class as they all moved as one to obey.  Rose cast a look over to Michelle, and a few of her other classmates as they did so.  Math was a subject no one their age enjoyed, and they all rolled their eyes at each other at the folly of pushing this useless information on them.  Nevertheless, Rose was good at it.   She got the lesson material down fast, completing the reading portion of the assignment in only ten minutes, and she was the second to finish the attached assignment.  Afterwards, and with Dale's permission, she walked about the class helping others who had a more difficult time.  She was shortly joined by Lyra, a nice, nerdy bat girl, and then by Michelle, patrolling the class, helping others.
	With their help, everyone finished the assignment in time for next period.  Everyone returned to their seats, and put their math books away.  From up front, Dale, who had been likewise prowling about the room to put a stop to any distractions and tomfoolery that was taking place, returned to his erstwhile position on top of the desk, tiny legs kicking the air.  
	“Now, if you could all pull out your science books, turn to the start of unit six, on page one hundred and eighty three, and read the first five pages.  When you are done, close your books so I know you are done, and we can discuss how genes pass from generation to generation, and the use of Punnet squares.”
	Genes weren't something that particularly appealed to Rose, but she applied herself to the lesson material, and like the math work, was again among the first few to finish.  The discussion of Punnet squares that followed bored her to tears.  Why would she care about the probability of genes passing from one fur to the next?  When she was old enough to bare cubs of her own, she would love them no matter what genes they carried, like a proper mother.  She largely sat out the discussion, relying on her normally proactive participation to win her a free pass to be silent.  When the bell rang signaling the end of second period, she sighed with relief.  She would never admit it, but she really hadn't been paying attention at all once the reading part had been done.  She had been instead been daydreaming about what Dane's clubhouse looked like, confessing her love for him, and then getting railed from behind.
	Rose grabbed her books, and as she passed by Michelle, told her that she would see her in the gym locker room after morning break.  With ten minutes on her hands to relax, she meandered slowly to her locker, and opened it.  By the time she had done so, most of the students had already been to and left theirs, trying to get somewhere else for their precious few minutes to themselves before next period.  
	Looking left, then right, and seeing nobody, Rose picked up the little lock box at the bottom of her locker.  She looked around herself a second time, pulled out the key to it, and opened the box.  Inside were two items: a bullet vibrator given to her by Lex and Dex for her last birthday for when she needed to relieve some of that school stress and, more importantly, a small photo album, given to her by Doug on the same day.  Ignoring the vibrator, Rose lifted the album from the box, and set it down.  Inside, the two dozen sleeves in the album were mostly full with pictures.  Inside the front cover was the only large sized picture, and it was a family pic of them on her eighth birthday.  The next few pages were individual pictures of family.  Poppa, wearing his hat pulled low over his face and grinning as he perpetually was.  Momma Sophia, with her perpetually somber face, no nonsense haircut and almost Victorian style dress with ever present cigarette.  Doug, Lorraine, Lex, Dex, Dane and Danny covered the next two pages.  There were pictures of some of her friends and classmates in it too;  Kodiak, Michelle, and Lyra, just to name a few.  She loved all of them.  Every single person whose photo appeared in that little book she loved dearly.  She sighed, closed the book, placed it back in the lock box, then grabbed her gym clothes for next period.  She wished they all loved her the same way she loved them.  With a sigh, she squinted at the clock way down at the end of the hall.  She had plenty of time, but decided to make a bee line for gym, so she could get dressed in peace.
	The  gym wasn't particularly far from the third grade hall.  Opposite of her hall was the second grade, and down at the far end was where she was headed.  She remembered last year, when her classes were over there, the occasional the sound of cubs playing that most dreaded of PE games, dodge-ball, coming through the wall.  All the students stayed in one classroom the whole day, but for lunch and recess.  Some noise came from the classrooms on either side of her, but there was nothing worth investigating.  Where the emergency exit was down her hall, there were the massive double doors that led into the gym.  
	Inside, there was a fairly small room that had three doors.  Directly ahead of Rose was a second set of double doors going into the gym.  To her left was the girls locker room, with the boys opposite.  She hooked a sharp left.  The warm, moist air was pleasant, but for the omnipresent sent of cleaners, which burned the hairs in her sensitive snout.  She went over to a locker near the shower stalls, and shucked off all of her clothes.  She took a moment to enjoy the feeling of freedom that being nude gave her, then switched her normal clothes for the ones in her box and dressed.
	Just as Rose finished tying the strings on her sweatpants, a few other girls trickled in.  None of them were Michelle, but she greeted each of them, donning her phys ed t-shirt, then exited.  She took a seat on the bleachers and waited for the rest of class to assemble around her.  The first to join her on the bleachers was Jacob, the raccoon boy from the bus.  He was shortly followed by a handsome collie boy who took a seat immediately to her other side.  In a steady stream, the rest of hers, and the other class they did phys ed with gathered on the bleachers.  Michelle did appear somewhere near the end, just before the last second flood of stragglers.  They caught each others eyes, and Michelle looked apologetically at her before taking a seat.
	When they were all settled in and chatting quietly, a tall, curvaceous lioness came out, looking at her watch and holding the other paw behind her back.  “Well, well, well.  It's about time you all got here.  I've half a mind to give half of you a tardy.  But we actually have a short class today, so I'm gonna let you all off the hook.  As you already know, the third week of November is National Fitness Week, and I want to make sure this class meets or exceeds expectations.  That means I'll be spending the next couple weeks whipping you into shape.”  The lioness grinned predatorily at them.  “I have here,” she paused, revealing her hidden paw to be holding a large, rolled up, and laminated poster, “a chart of exercises for you all to do.  We will all be starting with a nice warm up jog around the gym, five laps, then you will all do these exercises in the quantity specified.  And when you finish, you may go.”
	After the first and second proclamations, there was a loud groan, but after the mention of being allowed to leave right after finishing a preset number of exercises resulted in a small cheer from some of the students.  “Now, get going, I'm gonna post this up on the wall, and then I'll join you for the jog.”
	In twos and threes, the cubs hopped off the bleachers and began to run, jog, or walk.  The gym was a little larger than a half basketball court, but five laps was still no joke to most of the students.  Rose got to the floor where Michelle was waiting for her, and the two began to jog.  They chatted at first, mostly about how much fitness weeks sucked.  Other cubs chimed in on the conversation as they passed by, but soon they were both huffing and puffing to hard.  By the time she was finished, several others were already on the stretches and calisthenics that were proscribed by the poster.  The gym teacher, who had started after everyone else on the jog, was already finished with everything, and was now walking among the cubs who were jumping in place or trying to reach their toes.  A reasonably active, but not athletic cub, Rose did neither well, nor poorly.  Michelle, an absolute bookworm, found herself the subject of the teachers ministration.
	Rose finished several minutes ahead of any of her close friends, but she choose to go back to the bleachers and watched everyone for a few minutes to catch her breath, then went to help out where she could.  When Michelle finished, she stayed on the bleachers and waited for Rose.  In spite of several stragglers on the laps around the gym, everyone was more or less finished a good fifteen minutes before class was actually scheduled to ended.  When Rose and Michelle entered into the locker room, there were only two girls left, talking about going to the cafeteria to start lunch early.  The two girls turned and invited them to join them, but Rose smiled over at them and declined.  She was more interested in a shower, and she would have plenty of time for lunch and recess after.  The two girls shrugged, and left.  Rose stripped and headed to one of the stalls.  She opened the door to the closest one, but she felt a hand grab her own.  It was her friend, who was also naked.  The site of her friend aroused her, and the cute, demure, embarrassed look on her face, and the rosy color in her ears as she stuttered was just so cute.
	“R-Rose...  Can I, uh, can I shower with you?”  Michelle half blurted out at her friend.  She put a hand to her mouth and turned her head, looking for all the world like she had just burped loudly in a fine restaurant, and wished she could just disappear for the embarrassment.
	Rose turned and regarded her best friend with a large smile on her face.  “Of course.  This was along the lines of what you were thinking when you asked if I wanted to play with you at recess, wasn't it?”  Michelle nodded.  “You don't need to be so shy about it.  I know you love me, and I love you too.”
	“I-I know...”  She said, dragging the last word out a little.  
	Rose gripped her friends hand and pulled her close.  “Come on, lets go use the handicap stall, there's room for both of us if we don't do anything crazy.”  
	“Cr-cr-crazy?”  Michelle asked tentatively.
	“I'm just kidding.”  Rose responded, pulling her friend along to the last and largest shower stall.  She spared just a moment to be grateful for the fact that the stall walls went all the way to the floor, as a few girls were still out in the gym trying to finish up the last of their exercises, and to grab a couple of the towels the school provided from the nearby bin.  She ushered Michelle in first, then closed and locked the stall behind them.  
	There wasn't that much room, even in the handicapped stall.  It was slightly more than twice as wide, but nearly half of that was taken up by a worn wooden bench that spanned the whole stall, all the way into the the shower.  On the plus side, it was wide enough for someone to lie down on.  Rose went to the knob, and turned it on to a warm setting, pulled Michelle in, and stood with her beneath the gentle spray.  She pulled Michelle into herself, her back against her front. Trying to relax her friend, she rubbed down her body, being sensual.  She avoided her nethers on the first pass, instead skirting around them tantalizingly, and focused on her luxuriously furred tail.  After some petting, she reached up to her chest, and kneaded her nipples, giving them light pinches that made Michelle bite her lip and huff quietly.  Rose pressed her body against her and rubbed more firmly, this time going down her belly to her cunny, and stroked with a finger.  Michelle moaned softly.
	Rose backed up, and turned her friend to face her.  Looking her in the eyes, Rose pulled her back in, and thrust her hips forward, grinding their buttons together.  The two girls stood like that for a few minutes, water pouring over them, panting lightly into each others ears as they ground their immature nubs together.  Reaching between them carefully so as not to interrupt the rhythm they had going, Rose got her hand between Michelle's legs, and started to stroke at her wet folds.  A sharp intake of breath, and a tightening of grip told her that it was a welcomed touch.  She rubbed at the entrance to her friends tunnel, massaging in circles.  Her nether lips were tucked snugly in the cleft of her vagina, and slowly as she massaged, her fingers sank into her friend.
	“Oh.  Oh, R-Rose.”  Michelle panted weakly as at long last Rose's fingers sank all the way in.  
	Rose could feel her friends knees shaking as she was built up to climaz.  Trusting in Michelle's grip to keep them together, they ground their clits against each other while she fingered her.  Rose adjusted the shower head to spray straight down.  Then, getting her arm back around her friend, she slowly turned so Michelle had her back to the shower wall, and pushed her against it.  Panting hard, she kept thrusting her fingers into her friend while they rubbed together.  Rose could feel her own orgasm building, but from the twitching she could feel in her friends cunny, she was going to cum much sooner.  And no sooner had she had the thought, Michelle began thrusting her hips into her faster and more forcefully as an orgasm driven energy seized her.  The increased speed and friction of her orgasming friends pussy grinding against her own was almost enough to do it, but she felt her friend slow down as her pleasure began to wane.  Not wanting to lose out on her own climax, she moved her hands lower, down to her friends butt, and pulled her hips firmly against herself, while trying to speed up.  Michelle kept helpfully pushing her hips against her friend until finally, Rose crested.  To keep from calling out, she pushed her snout to her friends and they moaned into each other in ecstasy as they kissed deeply.
	Spent, the girls pulled apart from each other.  Rose pulled Michelle back in to hug some more, and gave her another quick kiss.  “I love you, Michelle.  Thank you.”  
	Her friend nodded back and whispered bashfully, “I-I love you t-too, Rose.”  The two girls parted and finally washed.  They stayed quiet though, not just basking in the afterglow of their orgasms, but also avoiding detection by the two girls who had just entered into the locker room.
	It was frustrating to Rose and Michelle as they waited for the other two girls to get into the showers or leave.  By the time one had left and the other hopped into the shower, both of them were dry, and it was just a minute until lunch time.  They got out of the shower, and got dressed as quickly and quietly as they could.  Michelle headed directly to the cafeteria, and Rose went back to her locker.  With practiced ease, she opened it, and grabbed her bagged lunch from her backpack.  Walking around the corner and down the main hall towards the cafeteria, she looked inside.  It was two peanut butter and strawberry jelly sandwiches, with a banana and four Oreo's.  Her stomach grumbled a little.  It was a fairly hefty walk, and while there were still students entering into the cafeteria for lunch, the bulk of the students who ate at this period were already there.
	Passing through the double doors, Rose was nearly knocked off her hooves by the deafening roar of the collective student body talking noisily among themselves.  She looked about for a seat to occupy.  Michelle was at a table that was all filled up, so that was out of the question.  Kodiak was hanging out with his sports buddies...  Everywhere that she looked, there was no room.  Every one of her friends and lovers were sitting, pressed hip to hip on both sides.  She walked along, hoping for a space anywhere at all, but eventually gave up.  She knew that there wasn't enough room in the cafeteria for everyone, and some went to eat in classrooms or outside.  She had done that a few times herself, for various reasons, but this was the first time she had ever been forced into it.  She shrugged it off though.  Crossing to double doors on the opposite side of room, she exited onto the playground.  It was just a tad chilly outside, but it had warmed up considerably.  By the time she got out of school, it might even reach seventy.
	Rose took a seat at an empty picnic table in one of the gazebos at the edge of the playground, and spread her lunch across an area that was much larger than strictly necessary.  Looking around to make sure that no one was paying any attention, as there were a few other individuals outside at different tables, she grabbed her Oreo's, opened them, scraped out the cream, and put them into one of her PB&J sandwiches.  She then peeled her banana, broke off small pieces of it, and put them on to the now creamless cookie pieces.  Finally, she broke up the rest of the banana, and placed it inside the other sandwich.
	With a satisfied smile, Rose bit into the first of her modified PB&J.  She knew it was weird to put the Oreo cream into her PB&J, but she hardly cared.  It tasted good to her, and that was all that mattered.  As she ate, other students came and went through the cafeteria doors to the playground.  By the time that she had finished her two sandwiches and her self created banana Oreo's, a goodly number of students had come outside to enjoy what was likely to be one of the last warm days they were likely to have until the new year.  
	Tossing her rubbish into the provided bin, Rose got up and began to wander the playground.  She didn't really feel like running around today, what with her legs tired from gym and playing around in the shower afterward.  So instead she lost herself in thought, mostly about going to her brothers clubhouse later, after school.  She was so excited, that she could feel that feeling other furs said felt like butterflies in their stomach, but she thought felt more like a large number of very tiny and very active snakes or tigers with the way it made her squirm and feel jittery.  She loved Dane so much, just like Michelle, Lex, Dex, Danny, Poppa Caldaq, Kodiak, and so many others.  Not paying attention to where she was going, she bumped into someone.
	“Oh, I'm so sorry!”  Rose said, snapping out of her thoughts instantly.  She looked to the cub she had walked into.  He was a very round cub, purple, and almost furless.  She had never seen someone like him, but she knew him to be a hippo.
	“Watch where you're going, you little bitch,” the hippo said viciously.  Rose looked at him with shock.  It had been a long time since someone had spoken to her like that.
	“I said I was sorry.  And I mean it.”  Rose said, trying to ignore the fact that the cub was staring at her angrily.  “I haven't seen you here before.  Are you new?  My name is Rose, what's yours?”  She stuck out her hand for a shake.
	“I don't care what you're name is, fuck you.” the boy said, knocking her hand away, then moved in really close to Rose.  He raised his hands towards her.  She knew what was coming, but instead of shying away, she moved closer, and wrapped her arms around the boy as far as she could.  “Hey!  What the fuck're you doing?!”  He said, taken off-guard by the strange reaction.  
	“I'm giving you a hug, because you need one.”
	“Get off me, I don't want a hug!”  He exclaimed, wedging his big hands between them, and shoving her away.  Rose tripped backwards, and fell on her butt.  It hurt, but not half as much that she couldn't make this poor, angry boy feel a little better.  The hippo approached her.  “You little bitch, you don't mean anything to anyone.”  
	Rose looked up at her assailant with the beginnings of tears in her eyes. “Yes, I do.  I mean a lot to a lot of people.”  
	The hippo leaned forward to punch her, but from out of nowhere, an even larger, brown furred hand caught the not so inconsiderable thick-skinned purple one mid swing.  “You leave Rose alone.  She ain't hurt no one ever.  And ain't no one ever gonna hurt her, either, capiche?”  A pained grunt came from the other cub as his hand was twisted painfully behind his broad back.
	“Kodi, don't hurt him!  We talked about this!”  
	“But he was about to hurt you!”
	“That doesn't make it okay!  It's still bullying.  Now let him go!”  Kodiak looked at Rose with some consternation, but did as she had instructed him to.  The hippo's eyes bugged out of his head as he watched the giant of a bear submit to this little wisp of a girl.  He looked once at both her, then the bear, then ran off.
	Kodiak helped Rose up off of the ground and brush the dried grass and dirt from her dress.  “What happened?” he asked.
	“Huh?  Oh, uh, I was walking with my head down, thinking about how I'm going to brothers clubhouse after school today, and I bumped into him.  Who was he?  Is he new?”
	“Your brothers?  You mean Dane, or one of your other foster siblings?”  Kodiak began to walk, moving away from the playground.  He kept his pace slow so that Rose could keep up, and she happily followed.  “And you mean that walking bag of lard?  Yeah, he's new.  He's like...  I mean he's like I used to be.”
	“Hey, be nice.  You don't know why he's like that.
	“But...  No, your right Rose.  I'm sorry.”  Kodiak hung his head.
	“It's okay, Kodi.  Changing one's ways is hard.  So, do you think I can get through to him like I did you?”
	“I don't know,”  Kodiak responded, turning the corner of the building to a nice little out of the way spot where hardly anyone ever went.  “I've seen him around the last week or so since he started, and he's bullied several cubs already.  But if any one could, it's you.”
	“Aw, thanks,”  Rose said, blushing, her sore butt and moist eyes already forgotten.  “You've been staying out of it too.  Otherwise he would've recognized you.”
	“Yeah.  It's been hard.  I can't believe I used to be like that.  I still don't know why you-”
	“Everyone has their reasons for why they are the way they are.  And everyone can change.”
	“Why are you so good to me Rose?  I don't deserve it.”
	“Of course you do, Kodiak.  Everyone deserves a little empathy, a little love.  And he's no exception.”  Kodiak took a seat on one of the benches that were placed this side of the building.  It was well shaded, and the shouts of the others at play were were well muted.  It faced away from the sun, and into the woods that wrapped around the school, separated by only a graveled utility path that went off towards the playground and sports field.  Two large trees, one on either side of the bench that was placed there for some unknown reason, blocked out most of the little light that did shine on this area.  It was chilly here, and there was still frost in the crooks of the trees roots.  Rose got on the bench, and snuggled into her friends thick, warm, fluffy brown fur.  
	“You're so warm, Kodi.” Rose said, wrapping an arm around his ample belly, and rubbing her face into him.
	“Oh, Rose, that feels good,” Kodiak said, slumping down a little and leaning back to expose more of his stomach.
	“What?  This?” Rose asked, rubbing more firmly and vigorously with her nose, giggling.
	“Yes,” he said dragging the word out considerably.
	Rose switched to her hand, and expanded the area over which she rubbed as more of her friends abdomen was revealed.  His slipping posture and great size were making it difficult though.  When he stopped slipping down on the bench, she got onto her knees, kneeling at his side and caressed the side of his muzzle.  Kodiak's eyes had been closed, but now they were wide open, staring at the girl next to him.
	“Thank you for coming to help me, Kodi.” She said, and kissed him on the lips.  Kodiak responded to the kiss, opening his mouth and letting her tongue inside.  For a few moments, the cubs made out on the bench, in the shade of the trees that blocked the world from view.  Finally, Rose pulled away, breathing heavily.  
	“Y-your welcome.” Kodiak said, breathing equally heavily after the short but intense make out session.  Rose slid down, off the bench, and maneuvered her way in between his legs, and resumed kneeling.  
	“Let me thank you properly,”  Rose whispered, reaching up to the button on Kodiak's jean shorts and unsnapping them.
	“Um...  You don't have to.” Kodiak said nervously.
	“I know.  But I want to, if you're okay with it.”  Rose said, hesitating.
	“Uh, yeah, I'm okay with this.  You can...  You know...”
	Rose thought Kodiak's nervousness was cute.  It contrasted so much with how he was normally; confidant, controlled, and commanding.  But once his pants came off...  She reached back to his jeans, and unzipped them, revealing the boxers beneath.  Plain red, with a large gap in the middle.  Through it, she could just make out his hefty balls, the largest she had ever seen or handled.  Each was nearly as large as a plum, and the thick, fuzzy sheath that contained his impressive member sat nestled inside.  Once he was fully developed, any girl he slept with would not likely be able to walk right afterwards.  She reached inside the gap in his boxers, and caressed his balls.  They were as heavy as they looked, were so warm, and the fur there was so soft, even compared to the rest of his thick, almost downy fur.  Oh so carefully, she extracted them through the opening, leaned up close and pressed her snout to them and inhaled the musk of his testicles.  She kissed one, then licked it.  Her small tongue was only just barely able to cradle one of the large orbs.  She desperately wished to suck on one, but it wouldn't fit entirely in her muzzle.
	“O-ooh, R-Rose...” Kodiak huffed, as she nuzzled into his jewels.  She leaned back and looked up at her friend, to see his eyes were closed once again.  Returning to her ministrations, Rose put her hands back in through the gap in his boxers and pulled his sheath out.  The first inch of his cock was already poking out, and she traced the contours of its tip with a finger, then idly ran it down to his sheath.  Gripping the part of his dick that had already come out, she angled the tip into her snout and sucked on it gently.
	Carefully, Rose rubbed up and down Kodiak's shaft, slick with the thin coating from in his sheath.  He groaned, his cock surging up and out.  Having started out hunched, by the time that his cock was fully erect, she had to pull on his member and be all the way up on her knees to keep the tip in her mouth.  She took it as deep into her muzzle as she could, which wasn't very far.  Practiced as she was at giving blowjobs, she was young, her snout was short, and she had yet to learn to fully suppress her gag reflex.  But she went at his rod with great enthusiasm, stroking his shaft, sucking his tip, and eliciting groans of pleasure from her friend.  Between her legs, she could feel the familiar heat of arousal flaring up, but she didn't touch herself.  She needed both hands to work the eight inches of meat her friend had.  
	Up and down, up and down Rose went, swirling her tongue around the tip of Kodiak's cock.  She could taste a drop of pre-cum as it dripped into her over full muzzle.  It was light and sweet.
	“Oh, oh Rose, I'm getting close.”
	Rose looked up at him.  His eyes were still closed, so she hummed her agreement.  Kodiak shuddered, the vibrations making his cock twitch and flex as he started to orgasm.  Aware of the lack of available cleaning supplies, Rose stood, and bent over as far as she could so that any escaping cum would drip on the ground rather than herself, but it was her intent to not let even a single drop go to waste.  
	“Oh, god, Rose, I'm cumming!”
	A heavy wave of thin, immature semen gushed from Kodiak's tip and directly into the back of Rose's throat.  She swallowed and gulped giddily, just a little to slow to keep up with the torrent her friend was releasing.  A small amount dribbled out the side of her muzzle and down her chin.  She wished she could take all her clothes off and let him cum all over her, so she could rub it into her skin and fur, finger herself with his cum as a lubricant.  The way it made her feel so alive to be covered in spunk slowly cooling as it rolled down her body and dripped to the ground below her.  She moaned heavily onto her friends cock as the last little gush sprayed into her mouth, causing it to spill out over her chin as she went into one of the few hands free climaxes she'd ever had.  Losing herself for just a moment, she pulled the still trickling penis from her mouth and nuzzled it, spreading the thin seed all over her snout and face as her cunny squeezed on nothing, moaning in orgasmic bliss with her friend.
	After a few moments, both of the cubs recovered their wits, and looked at each other.  Rose giggled at the look of fading bliss on Kodiak's face, while Kodiak stared in embarrassment at Rose's white painted one.
	“Uh, hey, uh, Rose?  I-I think you got some on your face...”
	Rose hadn't realized how horny she was, what with the looming anticipation of being with her darling brother Dane, and the general lack of penetration she'd had so far today.  An orgasm of any kind was great, but it was so much more fulfilling when there was someone inside her, no matter how much she loved them.  Now she had damp underwear, and a messy snout.
	“Uh...  I may have gotten a little carried away.  Gosh darn it!  I don't have anything to clean my face with!”  Rose turned away from Kodiak.  What was she going to do?  She couldn't go to class like this!  She'd get in trouble like Lorraine did, and she didn't want that.  
	A soft touch on her shoulder, Kodiak's soft furred hand offering a reassuring touch.  Rose turned to see her friend standing over her.  She watched as he got down laboriously onto his knees and looked her face over.  
	LICK
	“Wha-” Rose began, but was cut off by another big lick across her snout that impeded her speech.
	Kodiak pulled away a little, looking both shy, and even more embarrassed than before, as if such a thing were possible.  “I'm cl-cl-cleaning you... ”  
	Speechless, Rose stood there passively as Kodiak's large, broad tongue flicked out over her face over and over again, cleaning the traces of seed that were splattered there.  There wasn't a lot, so it didn't take long, but Kodiak seemed to be enjoying himself.  As he passed over her muzzle again, she opened her mouth, and caught him in another lovers' kiss.  She could taste his seed in his mouth, and she liked it.  After just a moment, they broke apart.  Her face was still wet, it was just now in Kodiak's spit rather than his cum.  But it didn't stain like it, and so she grabbed the hem of his shirt, and wiped her face on it.
	“Hey!  What was that for?!”
	“That was for hurting that boy.” she said, sticking her tongue out at him.  But she went up on tippy-toes and pecked him one last time on the lips.  “But everything else was for helping protect me from being hurt.  Thank you, Kodi.”
	Kodiak swayed on his feet for a moment, a giddy look at the praise from her making him feel light headed.  “Love you, Rose.”  He said thickly, getting back to his paws.
	“Love you too, Kodi.  Come on, recess is bound to be nearly over.  Even if it's not, we should get back to the playground before we're missed.”
	“Yeah, alright.”  Kodiak tucked his retreating cock and large testicles back into his boxers and buttoned his shorts.
	They walked in silence back to the playground, basking in the waning afterglow of their pleasure.  When they got to the corner to turn back onto the playground, Rose ushered Kodiak ahead of herself.  “Go on, you go first.”  He looked back at her, and with a quick shoulder pat of thanks, he turned the corner and was out of sight.  Rose leaned against the wall for a couple of minutes, thinking about Kodiak and the love they shared, before moving out after him.
	The playground was filled with running and playing cubs.  With three grades worth, there was relatively little free space anywhere.  But with so many, few, if any, took note of her return.  Rose wandered around the grounds, talking with the other cubs.  Nearly everyone said hello to her as she passed, and she happily smiled and waved, or said hello back.  Every now and then she would get tapped on the shoulder as a large group that was playing tag would spot her and assume she was playing.  Whenever she was tagged, she would seek out another who was playing, tag them, slip into the crowd, and disappear to resume her introspection.  In her travels, she saw all of her friends; Kodiak throwing a football around, Michelle on the swings, Jacob waiting to get to the top of the slide for she knew was probably the twelfth consecutive time since coming out to recess.  Rose was about to start a second lap of the playground when the bell rang, brutally suppressing the ruckus and bringing the cubs back in for their next class.
	The seething ingress of students was like a mighty river coursing towards the ocean, its waters rough and insurmountable.  Rose was pushed along by the flood, and while those around her that knew her well tried to not jostle their friend anymore than they had to, it was still something that was sadly unavoidable.  Suddenly, the students dispersed into the gigantic halls of the school, leaving Rose to move freely once again.  Her dress was a bit disheveled, and she took a brief moment to smooth it back out.  Readjusting the bow in her hair, she set out towards her locker for the next periods books.  
	The loud banging all around her as lockers were thrown open and slammed shut was distracting, and unpleasant, so Rose made haste this time as she grabbed her Geography, her English, and her History books.  Once in hand, she swung her door shut to see the familiar and still slightly giddy looking form of Kodiak aimlessly shuffling his books around in his locker.
	“Pssst,”  Kodiak looked around wildly for a second before locating Rose.  “Geography, English, and History!”
	“Uh...  I knew that.”  Kodiak said, looking anywhere other than at Rose.
	“Of course you did.”  Rose said playfully as she walked by towards class.  
	This time, activity was a little more muted in the halls to her class.  It was the same destination, but now that all the cubs were largely tired out from running around for the last half hour, no one was running or bouncing off the walls as was the norm for the early AM migration.  As all the students were still heading in more or less the same direction, it still took some effort to make it where she was going on time though.  Through the gaps in the crowd, Rose could see Dale standing a few feet to the side of his door, as he always was, whether or not he was visible due to his species stature and hall space-to-student ratio.  She waved cheerily, but she passed into a different classroom for the afternoon classes.
	Sitting quietly at the front of the class, at her impressively large desk, was Mrs. Black, who almost as if to spite the world, was totally white, in a species that was always black.  As an albino jaguar, she was very unique.  She sat passively, her sensitive pink eyes watching the students take their seats.
	“Good afternoon, class.  I trust you all had a pleasant recess?”  A few of the students muttered halfhearted affirmatives to the question, with Rose among the few who answered.  “Lets start this afternoon with English.  When we were last together, we took a quick preview of homophones.  Who can remind us of what a homophone is?”  A few hands went up into the air, and Rose raised hers too.  The teacher pointed to one of the students.
	“A homophone is a set of words that sound the same, but are spelled differently, and have different meanings.”  Said Stacy, the kangaroo girl that Mrs. White had pointed to.
	“Very good, Stacy.  Now, did anyone do as I asked, and think of some examples of Homophones?”  As she asked, Mrs. White stood and walked to the whiteboard and grabbed a dry erase marker.  Again, several hands went into the air.  This time, she picked Rose.
	“For, four, and fore!”  Rose said excitedly.
	“Ooh, good ones, Rose!”  Mrs. White said, writing them up on the board.  “There is for, which is used to indicate purpose, four which is a number, and, very good on this one, it's usually missed, fore, which means in front of.  There are many, many more though.  Anyone else have any to contribute?”  A few more hands rose, but several also went down.
	“Amy?”  Mrs. White asked of a snow leopard.
	“To, too, and two.”
	“Very good.”  Again, Mrs. White wrote the words on the board.  “To, meaning going somewhere, too, meaning 'also', and two, also a number.  Any more examples anyone wants to give?”  Just one hand went up.  Rose was mildly surprised to see it was Ty's, a weasel who was known to never participate if he could help it.
	Mrs. White turned to see Ty's hand.  “Yes?”
	“There, their, and they're?”  Ty asked.  
	Mrs. White's eyebrows rose.  “Yes, and excellent choices, Ty.  There, which refers to a place, their, which shows ownership, and they're, which is special, because it's a contraction, and is only a homophone because of its form, and refers to a group and comes before a descriptor or an action that they are performing.  Other examples of homophones are pain and pane, plain and plane, tale and tail, and queue and cue.”  Mrs. White wrote each additional example on the board.  “Now, if you could all pull out your English books, turn to the start of the new unit, and begin reading, then do the exercises pertaining to homophones at the end of that section.  Once you are all finished, we can move on to history.”
	Rose took out her book, still wondering about Ty's participation.  He never did so, but just recently, he had been becoming more and more invested in English.  She had to ask him about why, and filed away her interest for a later time.  For now, she had an assignment to do.
	The subtleties of English perplexed Rose.  Not that she didn't understand them at all, but the grammar was just so complex, and didn't seem to make a whole lot of sense to her.  Where a comma or a semicolon went and how to figure out which was called for was just painfully and needlessly complicated.  This lesson however, seemed straight forward enough, and reading was easy.  It was not long before she was finished.  Surreptitiously, Rose looked over to the seat next to her where Ty was sitting to see that his book was closed and he was leaning back in his chair.  She couldn't be sure he'd done the work already, or was just slacking off.  
	Mentally shrugging, Rose looked at the clock over the teachers desk.  It showed that English was nearly over, so she closed her own book, and preemptively pulled out the history book.  It was easily the largest of all her school books.  It appeared to be as old as the things they were learning, smelled musty, and some of the pages were ripped.  She opened it and got blasted with some of that old-timey odor.  
	Mrs. White cleared her throat.  “Okay class, anything you haven't finished is homework for tonight, to be turned in tomorrow.  If you could all now pull out your history books.”  A collective groan resounded throughout the room.  “ I know, I know, you all absolutely love history.  Especially with how interactive this particular unit happens to be.”  She smirked, and a couple of students chuckled.  “But, we must all settle down and get past our intense excitement, so we can get on to other things.”  A few more cubs nodded, hoping that this would be the last in a long line of history classes that were be nothing but reading with a few questions at the end.  Almost as if hearing the unvoiced plea from the class, Mrs. White continued: “This should be the last of it, and anything that isn't finished here will be homework, also due tomorrow.  Then we can start on something a little less... Dry.”
	Rose cared little for history in general, but she could at least see the use in it.  However, she could admit that it was kind of cool learning about her roots, however distant they were.  She lowered her eyes, and tried not to fall asleep as the bland text sank itself into her semi-resisting brain.  Luckily, she had anticipated the nearing end of the ancient prehistory unit, and had read some of what she had left the previous night.  She regretted having fallen asleep halfway through, but it did leave her with only seven pages to read before she could set the blasted thing away.
	When at long last Rose had finished the remainder of the unit, she cleared it from her desk with haste, and pulled out a pen and paper.  Not that she had anything in particular that she wanted to do, as she had as yet to accrue any real homework.  So instead she doodled.  Not much of an artist, most of what she produced from her idling fantasies were illegible, which was a good thing, as most of it was centered around what she hoped to be doing in less than two hours with Dane, and maybe Lex and Dex.  She realized with a start that she had been doodling a messy stick figure of Dane taking her over her desk, kissing her deeply.  She realized next to no one would be able to tell what it was supposed to be, but she scribbled over it anyway, then quickly tore the page out and stuffed it in her history book.  She realized that her thighs were hot and a little moist from thinking about the soon to be no longer idle fantasy.  It was tough, not asking to go to the bathroom to play with herself, but she manged to keep herself in her seat.
	Sighing, Rose leaned back into her seat and contemplated the ceiling.  It was flat white, with a couple of lights set into it, providing a nice, even illumination.  She looked away, afterimages floating in her eye view.  Most of those around her were finished with their reading, and were likewise idly doodling or looking around aimlessly.  One or two were working on unfinished assignments from previous classes.  
	At the front of the class, a sudden sound caused her and several others to look up at what was going on.  Mrs. White was pulling down a large, rolled up map of the planet.  It was a Mercator Projection map, if she recalled properly, and it was a political map, showing all the borders between countries.  The teacher was also pulling out an aged looking academic projector.  Once she was done, she looked at the class.
	“Alright, students, put your history books away, it's time for geography and social studies.  If you take out your work books, we can turn to the next page of the current unit, and we will continue our study of maps.  The kind of map we will be studying today are called 'topographical' maps, which shows elevations.  As she spoke, Mrs. White walked around the class to the door, where the light switch was, and flipped off the lights.  Almost immediately, a bright circle appeared over the map from the projector.
	The next forty five minutes was surprisingly absorbing.  After viewing a handful of example topographical maps, they all had plastic gloves handed to them, and were instructed to make a topographical map of their hands on it.  When they were all finished, they compared their hands to each other.  There wasn't much variation from one cub to the next, except where larger or smaller species were concerned.  Following the activity there was more reading, though it came in the form of a cartographers experience creating just such a map of his home town for the local science foundation.  It was all really quite unique, and Rose wished that history could be as colorful as that.
	Between all the discussion and the intense drawing, followed by the reading, Rose hardly noticed the last bit of time to the end of the day, so when the bell rang for homeroom, she was very much startled.  Having been in the act of putting on her topographical hand map, her jump caused it to tear terribly.  She frowned at it, but she had no real need for it anymore anyway.  Worse case scenario,  she would make a new one for class tomorrow.
	Then the realization hit:  This was it.  Rose would soon be going to the clubhouse her brother Dane had sought shelter in during the years of abuse rained down by his parents before going into foster care.  She knew that he spent a lot of time there after school and on weekends, the place must've meant a lot to him, and now he was sharing it with her.  
	Rose ran to her locker, threw her books into it and grabbed her bag before dashing back to Dale's class.  Most students waited till after the final bell, but she was just to excited.  She wanted to be out the door as fast as she could.  It was narrow, but she squeezed into the room just as Dale was about to enter.  He stepped back, more likely to avoid being sent flying by the rushing cub and allowed her inside before him.  She thanked him, then took her seat to await the bell.
	It was nerve wracking, the excitement, the nervousness, the faint edge of heated arousal from the anticipation.  Months of wanting to express how much she loved her brother, confronting him about how he felt towards her...  It was almost to much to bear.  More than a few others looked at Rose, seeing how excited she was , but not knowing the reason for why.  
	Ahead of them all, Dale sat at his desk patiently, waiting for the last bell, writing things at his desk.  It was only five minutes, but to Rose, it felt an eternity.  When at last the bell rang, she was the second out the door.  She would've been first, but she stopped to answer to Michelle's query.  She gave a passable, noncommittal excuse that she could explain later, and shot out the door.  The rushed departure left a few of her other friends scratching their heads with confusion.
	Bag already on her back, Rose had no need to stop at her locker, and zoomed nearly unhindered out the large double doors.  Already, the buses were pulling up along the sidewalk, ready to receive their precious cargo of students for transport back to their erstwhile homes.  For once in her life, Rose skipped past those buses.  She went all the way down the sidewalk to the edge of the schools main building, and looped around to where she and Kodiak had been playing earlier that day.  The stone beneath the bench where she had pleasured her friend had a faint white stain beneath it where the seed she was unable to swallow had spilled.  Passing by it, she wondered how many other spots like that had been left around the school by her and any one of her male lovers.
	Beyond that was the playground in back.  She quickly traversed it, past the gazebos and the playscape, and through the sports field beyond it to the equipment shed where Dane had told her to meet him afterwards.  Looking quickly to make sure no one was around to see her go out of bounds, she ducked behind it, breath held, arms out to hug Dane-
	But Dane wasn't there.  Rose felt her heart sink momentarily before she realized the speed with which she had exited the building, and reflected that her classes were closer to the schools main entrance than his.  She took off her backpack, set it down on the ground against the equipment sheds back wall, and used it as a makeshift seat.  
	For the first time, Rose seriously wondered where this clubhouse was, and what it looked like.  She had been in these woods a few times, with friends for one reason or another on a number of occasions.  But she had never seen anything that would count as a clubhouse.  Not even some crudely made teenage paintball fort.  And the way that Dane, Lex, and Dex all talked about it, it sounded like it was a lot more than just that.  She was focused such that she didn't hear the noise, or see the shadow approaching her from the side, and so she jumped with quite the startled squeal when she felt a hand placed on her shoulder.
	Rose looked up to behold the face of her brother, Dane, smiling sheepishly down at her, the feeble light trickling through the leaves above glinting off the nubs of his horns.  “Hey Rose.  Sorry.”  His ears flattened back with his apology.  Heart still racing, she jumped up and hugged her brother.  
	“Dane!  You scared the willies out of me!”  She lightly bapped him on the nose as she drew away.
	“I said I was sorry.  I didn't realize you were so deep in thought.”
	“I guess I was, so I guess I'll forgive you.  Now come on, I want to see your clubhouse!  You guys never tell anyone what it looks like.”
	“Oh, well, uh, no point in me describing it to you now.  You'll get to see it for yourself soon, it's not far.”  
	Rose was surprised by that statement.  “It can't be!  I've been in here before!  How could I have missed it?”
	“You'll see.”  Dane said cryptically, taking her hand in his and pulling her along after him.  Rose noted that his hand was slightly sweaty, and the way he squeezed it made her feel warm.  Not wanting to get dragged, she snagged her bag and went after him, not letting go.  They walked in relative silence, the hubbub of the school behind them fading gradually with distance.  They came upon a large boulder not far in, and Dane walked around it once, before seeming to choose a new direction almost at random, and taking off.  
	A few minutes later they happened upon a small clearing.  Rose had happened across this clearing once before, but had never found it again.  It was wide, and had an abundance of late fall flowers that were still in bloom.  At the edge, for just a moment, Dane stood for still, looking around to make sure no one was following them.  She could understand his caution; if one had a secret clubhouse, one had to keep it secret.  But it wasn't anywhere in sight.  Once he was satisfied, Dane took her hand again, and walked out to roughly the center of the clearing.  There was a large stone, just a little below the level of the waist high grass that he made a beeline for.  Once there, he got on his knees, and swept aside the grass to reveal a small circular door with a large, rusted wheel on it.
	“No...  Way...”  Rose said, in absolute disbelief at what she saw.  “A bunker?!  You found a bunker and made it your clubhouse?!  That's so c-”
	Dane pulled Rose down to the ground next to him, effectively silencing her.  “Hey!  Not so loud!  I know there isn't likely anyone near by that can hear, but that doesn't mean I want to take the chance!” he hissed in her ear.  
	Rose nodded, then whispered, “Sorry.”  Dane put his hands on the wheel, and strained to open it.
	“Do you need help?”
	“I can do it, but I won't turn down any you want to give.”
	Rose rubbed her hands together, then set herself on the opposite side of it from Dane, and turned with him.  It was incredibly tough to turn, but with the little added bit of turning power, the wheel gave way.  With a last little bit of effort, it stopped turning, and it sprung up, as if of it's own accord.  Beneath the cover, there was an iron rung ladder than went down quiet a ways.  It wasn't particularly well lit, but she could see a bright light down at the bottom.  Almost in awe, she whispered, “It has power!?”
	“Yeah,”  Dane whispered, ushering her in before him so he could close the cover and spin it back into place.  “But it isn't good.  There are a few of what I think are solar generators scattered around the place, but they're old.  An entire day only gives a few hours of light, and even a week of charge only gives us a day.”
	Rose shook her head in disbelief as she climbed down the ladder in the near dark.   The tang of iron was sharp in her nose as she put hand under hand, hoof under hoof on the cold, ancient feeling rungs.  Above her, she could just barely make out Dane closing the hatch and following her down.  His hooves, just like hers, clinked loudly against them as he climbed down.  The seat of his pants was as high up she could see of him in the near dark, but she wasn't complaining.  She hoped to tell him that she loved him, and to see those pants removed shortly after.
	The light grew brighter, until she reached the bottom.  Rose looked around.  It was a tiny room.  In the harsh glare of a single, surprisingly powerful bulb, she could see the place was very old.  There was a decaying wooden bench along one side of the room, and a series of similarly decaying shelves and racks.  It looked as though some effort had been made recently to repair both bench and shelves, but it was inexpertly done.  However, they looked serviceable, as there were Lex and Dex's bags each stored on a shelf.  
	Trusting to the integrity of the shelves, Rose placed her book bag next to Lex's, and stood to the side so that Dane could join her in the tiny room.  With hooves back on solid ground, Dane turned to face his sister.  “Come on, lets get inside the bunker proper.  It isn't large, just few rooms.  But it's comfy.  With Lex and Dex's help, we've repaired or replaced most of the stuff in here that was missing or broken.”  Rose nodded.
	Rose watched with bated breath as Dane went to what looked like a flat segment of wall, but was actually a door that was very well disguised as a part of the wall, and opened it.  The door swung open, revealing a moderately sized room.  From her position, she couldn't see into it very well, just a portion of dark gray painted wall.  Dane stood out of the way, and gestured in front of himself to allow her to go first.  
	From the doorway, Rose could see that the bunkers main room was long, but narrow.  It's dark gray painted walls were faded and peeling in places.  Just inside the door there was a small storage area.  A couple of large, newish looking storage bins occupied the space.  A little farther in were a couple of old couches.  They were long, and broad, and looked like they might be futons.  They faced each other, and there was maybe three feet between them.  Entering a little further into the room, she noted that just past the couches were a pair of doors that faced each other.  One of the doors was open, and the other was closed.  Putting her ear to the closed one, she could hear Lex and Dex having sex.  The lewd wet sounds and soft moans of the twins' love making was muffled well by the door, but not completely muted.  Smiling to herself, Rose walked over to the other door.  Inside, it was the same dark gray painted concrete wall.  A single, harsh, powerful bare bulb illuminated the room, revealing a double sized mattress on the floor, and a few steel shelves bolted to the wall.  A painting, well preserved in its frame and behind glass of a woodland, lent some much needed livelihood to the dull interior space.  She looked back over her shoulder at Dane, who was still standing nervously at the bunkers entrance still.
	“This is sooo cool!”  Rose gushed.  “I still can't believe you found an abandoned bunker to use as a clubhouse!  How did you even find it?!”
	Dane came a little farther into the room, relief evident on his face at his younger foster siblings words.  “Yeah, I could hardly believe it when I found it either.  I was running through the woods trying to escape a bully five years ago, when I tripped over the hatch wheel.  When I finally managed to open it and came down, I was excited out of my skull!  I've been coming here to escape them, or my parents, and I come here at least twice a week for a few hours.”
	“I guess that explains where it is that you go on Saturday afternoon.”
	“Yeah, this is where I've been.  It feels...  Safe, you know?  And it's quiet.  I didn't get much of the first until Poppa Caldaq and Momma Sophia took me in, and I don't get much of the second since.”  
	“Ain't that the truth,”  Rose replied under her breath, thinking of all the loud conversations, the mostly good natured yelling, and the banging that is just the norm for such an over stuffed household as theirs.
	Continuing her explorations, Rose turned back to face the area past the doors.  Another little storage space with shelves containing large bins filled with who knew what was a kitchenette.  It felt like a ships galley, long and narrow like the rest of the bunker.  One the one side was a series of old, bulky looking appliances, including a refrigerator, oven and stove, and a microwave. The other side was mostly counter space, with a sink, and above was a large array of cabinets, all wood, and all looking worse for wear.  They were high up, so it wasn't surprising that considering the lack of need to use them, they had so far gone unrepaired.  
	At the end of the kitchenette, there was another door.  It was closed, but no sounds came from inside, so she pushed it open.  It was dark inside, but some of the harsh light of the main room illuminated it enough to reveal that it was a bathroom.  It was small, and had managed to hold up reasonably well.  She assumed that it had to have, as she was quite certain that had there been a need for repairs, Dane wouldn't have been able to fix it.  It was however, quite in need of a cleaning.
	“Do you have water down here?”
	“Nah.  Would be cool if we did.  I've had days where I wish I could've used that shower.”  
	“What do you do when you need to pee?”  
	“We go outside, and do it in the woods.  There's no tp, so I recommend that whenever you come here, you either bring some, or make sure you go before coming.”
	Rose pouted.  She wondered if she should tell Poppa about this bunker that he could help fix the place up, but decided to raise the idea later to Dane.  If he was okay with it, then she would, otherwise, she would keep it a secret.  After all, part of what made this place so cool was that it was no ones but their own.
	A pair of sudden, muffled, but still loud moans cut the quiet.  Dane's ears flushed, while Rose smiled.  Sounded like Dex just made his twin cum really hard.  Thinking of which, she wanted to get to confronting her elder brother about his feelings.  Setting aside her wonder with this gem of a hideaway, Rose took Dane's hand, and led him into the other bedroom, shut the door, and went to sit on the bed next to him.
	“What...  Why did you shut the door, Rose?”  Dane asked, with a bit of confused trepidation.
	Rose was struck with a sudden bit of nervousness of her own.  Dane might not have been the first furson she had fallen in love with and confronted about their feelings, or done something with, but it was still intense to reveal them to someone.  She took a deep breath, and thought about what she wanted to say, then promptly blurted it all out.  “I know you love me and I love you too!”  Rose slapped her hands over her snout.  That was not how she had imagined saying it.  Not at all.  Dane turned a a shade of red so bright, it was visible through his fur, and Rose, who had even less, practically glowed with embarrassment. 
	Dane scuttled back on the mattress from her.  “No I don't!  Girls are gross!”
	“Dane,”  Rose said, looking him in the eyes.  She tried to steady her breathing.  “I know you do, and it's okay.  I notice the way you look at me.  I see the goofy smile on your face after I hug you.  I feel how you stand funny when I hug you a second time.  It's okay, I feel the same way about you.”
	“But...  But...”
	“No, it's okay.  Really.”  Rose got onto her knees, and awkwardly moved closer to Dane, who continued to crawl backwards, until he hit the wall behind him.  With nowhere to go, Rose straddled him, and gave him a hug, and placed a kiss on his cheek.  Quietly, she spoke into his ear.  “I love you Dane.  I've loved you since I first met you.”
	Resisting at first, Dane tried to push Rose off of himself, but he felt himself and his pubescent hormones stirring, and they ate away at his ability to continue.  He couldn't fight his feelings either, and she watched as his expression changed through several emotions.  “I love you Dane.  Don't you love me too?”
	“I-”
	“It's okay.  You don't have to hide it.”  Dane seemed to give up, letting out a great big sigh.  
	“You...  You really love me?”
	Rose took his muzzle between her hands and made him look at her.  “Yes, I love you.” she said, and kissed him on the lips.  Dane's first response was to panic again, but he couldn't look anywhere other than into Rose's light blue eyes.  The love held in them put his heart at ease, and finally he pushed back, surrendering himself to his feelings for his sister, closing his eyes.  
	Sensing that Dane was coming to terms with the fact that this was actually happening, she opened her mouth a little, and put her tongue to his lips, seeking entrance into her brothers muzzle.  In his surprise, he opened his eyes, and his lips parted.  Rose didn't waste her chance, and deepened their kiss.  It was only a moment before he began to respond to that too, their tongues twining inexpertly together.  
	They made out for a long time, Dane pressed up against the wall with Rose kneeling over him and their chests pressed against each other, muzzles locked.  Below her, Dane's pants tented, and Rose could feel herself growing hot and wet.  She could kneel here and make out with him forever, but she wanted to do other things too.  It was tough, but she broke away from him.  Dane was confused and tried to follow her as she lifted away from him, his enthusiasm built up as he adjusted to the reality that he was able to show his feelings.  She put a hand on his chest and pushed him back.
	“Do we, um, have to stop?”  Dane asked dejectedly, letting his head fall back hard enough to hit the wall with a crack.  “Ow!”
	Rose tittered.  “Are you okay?”
	“Yeah, yeah.  But, uh, why did you stop?  It...  It felt so good.”
	“I know.  But there's other stuff we can do, and I'm getting really horny.  Aren't you?”
	“H-horny?  What's that mean?”
	Rose reached down to the bulge in Dane's pants and rubbed it.  The reaction was immediate.
	“What're you doi- Oh!”  Dane looked on wordlessly for a moment as Rose continued to rub him through his pants, watching as the bulge there continued to get firmer.  “You...  You're making me hard.”  Dane said abashedly.  She nodded in agreement.  
	Right when Rose judged Dane's cock to be poking out of his sheath, she sat and leaned back.  She was still on top of Dane's legs, creating a small gap between her and the old, musty mattress.  Taking the hem of her dress, Rose asked, “Do you wanna see?”  He was hypnotized, watching her hands fidget with her skirt.  Jaw hanging open, he nodded.
	Teasingly, Rose lifted the hem of her skirt, keeping it flat against her legs to delay his being able to see for as long as she could.  When she knew she couldn't tease him further, she lifted her skirt all the way up, revealing the lacy pink panties she wore.  
	“Why is there a wet spot?  Did you pee yourself?”  
	Rose took the sudden question in stride.  It wasn't the first time she had been asked that by a clueless boy.  “No, silly, that just happens when I get excited.  I'm excited to be here, with you, right now, doing what we're doing.”  Rose continued to lift her skirt up, removing it completely and revealing the perky nipples beneath.  
	Dane's eyes widened as she took it off.  His eyes widened even more when Rose then stood, and pushed down her panties and cast them to the side of the mattress with her hoof.  She remained standing, her flower at eye level.  
	“Do you want to touch it?”  Rose asked, spreading her legs and using her hand to spread her labia for him to see.  Dane nodded his head vigorously.  “Go ahead.  You can if you want to.”
	Tentatively, Dane reached up and with a hand, and placed it over the front of her pussy.  His palm touched her little nub, and she shivered a tiny bit.  “It's warm.  And it's wet.” he said, and Rose nodded.
	“It's warmer,”  Rose said, letting go of her cunny, she moved her hand over his and guided it down, “and wetter, right here.”
	Dane inhaled sharply as he felt the heat permeating the palm of his hand as it was slid lower and lower.  He could also feel the wetness, and her shuddering.
	“A-are you okay?”
	“Yeah, it...  It just feels really good to be touched there.”
	“Uh, r-really?”
	“Yeah.”  Dane looked at her, then gently rubbed his hand back and forth against her pussy.  Slowly, her whimpers of pleasure built, and he rubbed faster and faster.  The smell of arousal grew stronger, causing a blanket of pubescent lust to wrap around his brain, squeezing it of any coherent thought.  Rose's cunny continued to get wetter, and her juices dripped intermittently between Dane's fingers.  Not really thinking about what he was doing, he pulled his hand and licked the fluids that covered it.  
	Rose watched his face light up with desire, all hesitance forgotten, and he dived muzzle first into her crotch to get a taste right from the source.  She could hardly believe his sudden intense need, and she hardly cared.  Shivering with pleasure, she gripped his spike antlers to steady herself.  
	Dane didn't even notice as he lapped at her wet and needy sex, pushing her steadily nearer to climax, but his inexperience stopped him from being able to push her over the edge.  She shifted slightly so that his eager tongue would hit at a different angle, and maybe get her off.  Her move was perfect, and his tongue sank into her waiting tunnel, and she came, releasing a small flood of her juices into his muzzle.   Dane pulled away, confused and concerned by the sudden rippling pressure uncomfortably squeezing and pulling at his tongue.  The realization of what he was doing suddenly hit him, and he looked up at her.  Rose saw he appeared simultaneously grossed out, eager for more, and worried that he had hurt her.
	“Are you o-okay?”  Dane asked again, worry about whether he had really hurt Rose this time winning out against how he felt about having licked her crotch.
	“N-no, it just feels...  Feels really, really good to have someone or something inside me.  Fingers are good, so is a tongue.”  She kneeled down again, and backed up just a little so she wasn't on top of Dane anymore.  “But having a dick in me is even better.”
	“Do...  Do you, uh, want me to... T-to put my, um, dick in you?”  He asked, eyes lighting up at the thought.   
	Rose nodded, and reached down to his pants.  She noted that the bulge in his pants was considerable, and went nearly to the hem.  Gently, she stroked the curve of his cock through the fabric, feeling the heat coming through it, and the slight dampness beginning to permeate it.  She stroked upward towards his waist, and reached her fingers under the hem in front.  The tip of his penis was right there, hot and moist, and a sharp intake of breath told her it was sensitive.  The tingling itch she had felt most of the day, anticipating this moment, momentarily banished by the sudden penetration of Dane's tongue, returned as she felt and fondled it.  A bead of her little girl juice beaded and fell from her folds to splash lightly onto and be absorbed by the mattress.
	Unable to wait any longer, and unwilling to drag out the soft gasps of her brother any further lest he finish too soon, she removed her fingers, and popped the snap on his jeans, unzipping them.  She grabbed the waist band and began tugging, and Dane wordlessly and compliantly lifted his rear from the mattress to help, his little tail proving to be no hindrance at all.  Leaving the jeans at his knees, Rose returned to where the center of her desires lay, to see the top inch of his cock sticking up past the band of his boxers.  It was a dark redish-pink with no visible veins on it.  The head of his cock was barely differentiated from his shaft, and appeared like a small egg-like bulge.  The shaft, much more easily discernible without the thick jeans in the way, was narrow, but very long, and appeared to be smooth and straight all the way down to the base.  It looked a lot like a drumstick in terms of shape, but longer and thicker.  It wouldn't stretch her, but it didn't need to to feel good, and his cock would reach really, really deep.  
	Hungrily, Rose reached for the hem of his boxers, and tugged, and Dane quickly and quietly lifted his butt for her again.  She moved forward to fully straddle him again, then grabbed his fully exposed dick in her hands, and pulled it against her belly.  Pushing herself down onto his legs as much as she could, she measured it against herself, and found it went all the way up to her navel, and it made her heart flutter, and her vagina clench with anticipation.  She let Dane's rod slip out of her hands to slap back against his own stomach, and he sighed with relief, the angle at which she had been holding it having been a little uncomfortable for him.  
	The length of his penis wasn't the only attribute that was worth noting.  Below his soft, downy sheath was a large pair of balls.  They looked almost to big to be allowed, and would've looked less out of place between Kodiak's legs.  Gently, she massaged her brothers pouch, examining his jewels.  Each was roughly the size of an ordinary egg, maybe slightly larger, and had a weight to them that belied the volume of seed contained within.  A little thrill went through her, imagining how much cum he would pour into her when the time came, and knew she didn't have long to wait.  She caressed his sack, rubbing the fur between his impressive balls.  She ventured a finger farther south, looking to see what he might be comfortable with.  He gave startled yelp as she pushed a digit into the small space of his crack.
	“N-no, d-don't...  Not, uh, not there.”  He said, shaking his head.  Rose pulled her hands back to herself, and nodded.  Maybe next time, or the time after.  Fun times could be had, but if he wasn't ready now, then she wouldn't begrudge him that.  There were plenty of things they could do.  She returned her hands to his crotch, and stroked lovingly up and down his rigid penis.  A small trickle of pre dribbled down out onto his belly.
	It was tough, not just grabbing and cramming her beloved brothers cock inside herself.  But Rose wanted this to be special, just like she always wanted it to be for the first time with any new lover.  Instead, she helped Dane get his shirt off, and she leaned herself far forward, pressing her bare chest against his.  Her nipples rubbed against him, making their already heavy breathing just that little bit more so.  She licked at the side of his neck.
	“I love you, Dane.”  
	It took a moment for Dane to collect his thoughts enough to form words through the hormone induced stupor that clouded his brain.  “I-I love...”  He started in an unsteady, cracking voice.  He took a deep breath and swallowed, then continued much more strongly,  “I love you too, Rose.”  He embraced her, and she continued to nuzzle at his neck.
	Slowly, Rose tilted her hips forward until she felt the heat of Dane's dick over her flower.  She could feel it, the hot moistness of it.  It's narrowness allowed it to fit into her slit perfectly, spreading her open around it, allowing her to settle on top of it better than she had with any other.  Beneath her, Dane sighed with pleasure.  Sitting up a little to look him in the eyes, Rose gyrated her hips to each side, making sure that she was fitted snugly, then ground her hips slowly along his shaft.  The feeling was exquisite, and Dane moaned loudly.  Rose understood fully, feeling his hard length sliding under her holes and pressing against her little, immature button.  Grabbing his shoulders and leaning back for leverage, she ground her hips more vigorously against him.  He panted, and moaned, the feelings intense.  He stared downward, at where she slid herself over him.  Moving her hands to the sides of his muzzle, she directed his gaze at her, and looked deep into the liquid brown pools that were his eyes.  
	Rose leaned in to kiss Dane, and he needed no prompting, this time meeting her halfway, mouth open to twine tongues once again.  He was more proactive this time, and they explored each others muzzles fervently.  The kiss was interrupted by a sudden, involuntary buck of his hips.  The push was intense, and crushed his penis right into her button, nearly making her cum on the spot.  But she could also feel the way his cock throbbed and twitched, and strained below her.  
	Moaning loudly, a small spurt of precum jetted from the tip of his dick.  It was followed immediately by another.  Not wanting to waste his seed, Rose took his penis, and angled it back up at herself.  With some effort, she contorted to continue rubbing her flower against him, now with the added benefit that her button dragged against it better.  Orgasm consumed her as the first real squirt of semen shot up and all over her chest.  It splattered against the underside of her chin, and she bent to try and get the next shot in her muzzle.  The second partially missed, some of it hitting the side of her cheek, while the rest gushed over her lips and into the back of her throat.  It was hot, stick and amazingly sweet; she had been expecting it to be unremittingly bitter or salty.  It was still slightly salty, and had a light bitter aftertaste, but it was fruity throughout.
	There really wasn't time to fully appreciate the flavor though, as a third, long, hot rope of cum shot forth.  Rose was caught with her snout partially closed, so most of it splattered across her face, and dripped down her chin, neck, and chest.  The feeling of his cum covering her was intensely arousing, and she could feel herself building to another orgasm.  The sheer volume and pressure of each shot was impressive.  It coated her, trickling through her thin fur, some of it now dripping over her pussy and onto her brother.  She rubbed the cum into her skin and fur, luxuriating in its warmth, as yet another shot splashed over her snout and chest.  Rose managed to get her muzzle back open in time for the next shot, which was weaker and a little thinner than the previous.  She swallowed, and leaned in to make sure she could get as much of the last of Dane's cum in her mouth.  Nearing her next peak, she slid her hand through the cooling, dripping sperm on her stomach, and used it to lube her digits so she could finishing off with a good fingering.  
	Weak-kneed, Rose collapsed on top her brother, soaked in cum.  She grabbed him with one hand and huffed heavily into his fur, while her pussy spasmed around the fingers, and still thrusting into her opening.  Dane's emissions dripped off of her, and soaked into his short, thick fur, messing it.
	Coming down quickly from her third high, Rose was just a little bit shaky, but she had another go left in her.  “Was that as good for you as it was for me?”  She panted happily.
	Dane's voice cracked rather badly as he tried to answer.  “I-I've never uh, never made so much...  And it felt s-so much b-better than...” he trailed off.
	“It's always better when you do it with someone else.  Feels even better than that if it's with someone you love.”  Rose said quietly and sensually, rolling over and pulling her fingers from herself to rub Dane's sticky and heaving belly.  “Can you cum again?  I want to feel you inside me.”
	“I... Um, yeah, I think I can go again.  I usually, uh, I usually c-c-cum t-twice each t-time anyway.”
	Sitting up, Rose took hold of Dane's softening cock.  It had already slid partway back into his sheath, but it only took a few pumps of his turgid flesh to get it hard and ready for her again.  She licked the head of his cock a few times, getting it nice and slippery.  “You ready, Dane?
	Dane looked Rose in the eyes, and nodded.  “Wh-what do you want me t-to, uh, to do?”
	“Just stay there.  I'll do all the work this time.”  Dane nodded again.  Rose pushed up onto her knees once again, then stood up.  The copious fluids of his release continuing to run molasses like down her body, mixing with her own juices and dripping onto him.  She reached down, and grabbed his dick, then stepped farther over him, lining him up with her pussy.  She lowered her self down over him until she felt his tip nudge at her tunnels entrance.  It was an effort to not give in to her need and impale herself upon his shaft, and instead rubbed the head of his penis against her folds, and listened to the soft moans of pleasure that he voiced as she did so.  When she could resist no longer, she realigned him with her special place, and lowered her self until she felt his tip push fully into her.
	The moan of ecstasy that came from Dane as her enveloping warmth surrounded his member was a sound that Rose would remember for years.  She slid down his shaft, taking it easy, keeping her brother in near orgasmic bliss.  For her, it felt just as incredible.  It wasn't the most intense she had ever felt as she worked it into herself.  But it's thickness was just perfect, fitting her like a glove.
	About three quarters of the way down, she felt a mild discomfort as his tip poked at her cervix.  Dane wasn't the first with a cock so long that it reached or went past.  It had been very much like loosing her virginity; painful at first, but after a few minutes it had become very pleasurable.  The only difference was that it felt the same way every time.  She thrust her hips a few times, sliding and working the portion of Dane's shaft that was already inside her, grinding his tip against that restraining, rubbery muscle deep in her belly until she felt it slip part way in.  Groaning in a combination of pain and pleasure, she resumed lowering herself down until at last, she was on her knees, straddling his crotch like she had while they had been grinding.  Huffing and panting like she had run a marathon, she stayed still, letting her body adjust to the rod that filled her, enjoying the feeling of fullness, and the heat that spread out through her whole lower region, making her nerves tingle.  It felt so good just to have her darling brother so deep inside her.
	“R-Rose, are you, uh, are you...  Ohhhhh”
	“Yeah, I'm f-f-fine,” Rose huffed, rocking her hips back and forth, cutting off Dane's question.  “I...  I just need a sec.  T-to adjust.  You're so big...”  Dane looked into her eyes.
	“Y-you really, um, think so?” Dane inquired, eyes lighting up.
	“Yeah.  N-not many furs can get... get this deep.”  Rose experimentally rocked her hips again, and found that the initial discomfort of having her womb penetrated had finally worn off.  She rose up, until she felt the head of Dane's cock came free of her cervix, then lowered herself again carefully, just to be safe, and felt only the slight strain of the penetration and pleasure.  
	Rose rose up again, and this time, more enthusiastically speared herself upon her brothers member.  A great moan came from them both.  Laying herself over her brother, she began rocking her hips quickly, back and forth into him.  She could feel his cock sliding in and out, exciting every nerve with each pass.  
	Moments after they began, the wet, lewd sounds of their lovemaking filled the room.  The head of his penis tapped lightly at the back of her uterus, the gentle vibrations of it felt all throughout her body.  The friction of him inside her passage made her feel like she was on fire.  She wanted more, and though she wanted to also be gentle on her brother for his first time, she couldn't get enough.  
	Stopping, she pushed herself off of her brother, and got her hooves beneath herself, so that she was in a squatting position, with her legs wide open.  Dane's eyes were glued to the sight of his penis buried in her young, smooth pussy.  Rose thrust a couple times, testing their connection, and to show him what it looked like to have his cock sliding in and out of her hole.  A few drops of her juices squeezed past her vulva, and down his shaft to his sheath.  Satisfied, she slowly and carefully turned around, being sure to not let him slip out of her.  In spite of his length, he nearly did.  Once she was facing the other way, she straightened up, and bounced a couple times.  Better, but she still lacked some of the necessary leverage to ride him properly.
	“Pull your knees up, Dane.”  Rose commanded, sitting herself firmly down in his lap to keep his large rod warm.
	“Um, o-okay.  But why?  What're you d-doing?”
	“G-getting better leverage.”  Dane didn't ask what that meant, but braced his hooves against the mattress.  The major draw back to the new position was she had to keep her legs spread super wide.  It was a tiny bit uncomfortable, even with her great flexibility, and it meant that she had to push down harder to make her pussy lips touch his sheath.   
	“Now put you hands on my hips.”  Dane did as he was told.  His hands were warm and soft against her bare sides, and he held her with surprising firmness.  It felt good, and made her squirm inside.  “Now, whenever I go down, pull down and buck your hips up as hard and as far as you can, okay?”
	“Uh, O-okay.”  Rose waited a moment for her brother to ready himself.  “Ready?”
	“Uh, uh-huh.”
	Rose lifted herself just a little bit, and felt Dane loosen his grip on her a little.  At the top of her short rise, she paused, then dropped herself down.  Dane tightened his grip again, and pulled her hard into his crotch, and thrusted up.  The strength of his buck was impressive, and she felt the head of his cock hit the back of her womb firmly.
	“Oh!  Oh, god.”  They moaned together, the intense feeling from that one short push overwhelming them both.  Rose rose again, a little farther, a little faster, and dropped herself, rocking her hips, hugging Dane's knees and trying to mash her cunny into him.  His hips rose to meet her, pounding into her tunnel, and again they both moaned loudly.  She looked over her shoulder at her lover, and saw the look of bliss on his face.  She turned back, and began pumping herself up and down on her brothers shaft in earnest.  The sounds of their lovemaking were louder than ever before, but were easily drowned out by the heat and the passion of their moans.  
	Orgasm approached swiftly for the pair, in spite of both of their recent climaxes.  Rose could feel it in the way that Dane's shaft began to flex, throb and pulse within her, and with the increasing intensity of his thrusting.  She bared down on him, squeezing his shaft, and she could feel through the effort the first few spasms that heralded her next release.
	“D-Dane!  I-I'm cumming!”  Rose said, spearing herself on his shaft a few more times before slamming down as hard as she could.  The head of Dane's cock rammed into the the back of her womb uncomfortably, but the discomfort was drowned out by intense waves of pleasurable contractions as her cunny began milking Dane of his sperm.  Below and behind her, Dane let out a mighty, drawn out grunt.  Seconds later, a wave of heat spread throughout her abdomen.  She could feel it, the pressure as each new rope of his sticky cum bathed the inside of her body, painting her uterine and vaginal walls white.  
	There was so much, Rose could feel it being forced past her cervix and gushing down her passage.  Legs shaking with the effort, she rocked her hips back and forth, drawing out their climax.  At last, she could go no longer, and collapsed exhaustedly against her brother's legs, cunny still twitching and clenching upon him.
	It was some time before either of them moved again.  The cum on Rose's chest had fully cooled, and had began to dry into the fur on Dane's legs.  She wobbled a little as she moved to lay back on her brother, and she could feel his cum sloshing around.  Some of it was leaking from her as his penis softened and slid from her, but the majority was trapped inside her womb, where it belonged.
	Dane wrapped his arms around her in a warm and loving embrace, cock still buried.  “I-I love you, Rose.” Dane panted, still not having completely regained his breath.
	“I love you too.  You were incredible, Dane.”
	“Th-thank you.”  Tentatively, Dane touched her chest, dragging his finger through the thick, drying film of cum on her chest.  Curiously, he held it to his nose, then tasted it.  
	“It tastes good, you know.” Rose wished she could see his face when he tried it.
	“W-what does?
	“Your cum.  It's some of the best I've ever had.”
	“Really?”
	“Yeah.  It tastes like really watered down, salty apple juice.”
	“I-I uh, I noticed.”
	Rose chuckled, and Dane joined in after his embarrassment faded enough to let him.  “Come on, we should get cleaned up.  The more it dries the harder it's going to be to get rid of.”
	“Okay.  We, we have some wet wipes.”
	“Really?  Where, and how did you get them?”
	“Oh, uh, do you remember when Momma and Poppa watched that babe for the social worker for a couple months?”
	“Yeah, why?  Did you take the babe wipes or something?”
	“Ummm, yes?”
	“You sneak!  No wonder Momma and Poppa kept running out so quickly!  You were take them!  But I'll let you in on a secret.  Everyone but Doug and Danny were.”
	“What?!  Really?  Why?”
	“Well, you know what Lorraine, Lex and Dex are like.  I'm not that different.”  Dane's jaw dropped open.  You...  You...”
	“Yeah, I like playing with boys.  And girls too.”  Dane's dick had been nearly out, but, after saying that, she felt it twitch.  “Feels like you like that.  I know Lex, Dex, and Lorraine all want to play with you.  Maybe we could all have some fun together sometime?”  Dane's cock twitched a little more.  “I'll take that as a yes.  But we should really clean up now.  My cunny is sore.  It's tough taking someone as long as you.”  
	Rose sat up and scooted back a little onto Dane's belly.  He explosively exhaled from the unexpected weight, combined with the feeling of her hands on his penis.  Taking it out of her, a fair amount of cum gushed out, spilling over his sheath and dribbling down his balls.  She took the tip of his penis into her muzzle and sucked lightly, making sure she got everything that she could.  Sadly, there wasn't much.  She turned over on her hands and knees, and took Dane into a deep kiss.  It was short lived, as the cooling and drying sperm in their fur made them shiver and itch.  
	“I'll wait here,” Rose said, as she rolled over to let Dane get up.  “I don't want to drip your cum all over the floor.  It's in enough places as it is, and I want to keep as much of it inside me as I can.”  Dane nodded, got up and left the room.  She could here him rummaging around in one of the large storage containers.  Thinking to surprise him, she turned to face the door, and spread her legs wide.  Taking two of her fingers, she ran them through the cum on her belly, and down to her button.  She rubbed in circles around it, teasing herself, before slipping them in.  
	After such an intense orgasm, Rose wasn't in any need to cum again, but it nevertheless felt as good as it always did, to feel something inside of her.  She could feel Dane's seed squish around inside as she leisurely fingered herself.  The sound of his rummaging ended, and she pulled her fingers out and spread her lower lips, revealing the white spattered pinkness of her depths to him.  He came back in, a box in one hand, and a wipe in the other, already scrubbing his fur.  A couple steps into the room, he noticed what she was doing, and stopped.  The head of his cock poked out of his sheath, as if in hopes that there would be more fun to be had.  Letting go of her labia, she propped herself up.  
	“Like what you see, Dane?”  Rose asked.  
	Dane nodded, wide eyed, just staring as her lips slowly closed.  “Uh-huh.”
	“Can I have a wipe?”
	Dane tore his gaze away from Rose's crotch, walked over, and handed down the box. 
	“Thanks.”
	“S-sure.  We got plenty.  I would've been back sooner, but Lex and Dex are gone.  And they left a note on the container with the wipes.”  He shifted cutely, and held up a little sticky note that had been hidden in the hand holding the box.
	“What's it say?”  Rose asked, taking a wipe from the container, and rubbing in gentle circles over her cunny.  She murred with pleasure as the soft cloth ran over her puffy lips.
	“Uh...”  Dane hesitated, his ears flushing.
	“Oh, come on, just read it.”  Rose demanded, discarding the first wipe, and began working at the drying cum in the bristles of her belly.
	“Well, uh...  It says that they, uh, they saw us.  Because we didn't close the door all the way.  Dane's ears were glowing, but Rose just tittered into her hand before throwing the second wipe to join the first.
	“They saw, huh?”
	“Y-yeah.”
	“So why did they leave?  Does it say?”
	“Y-yeah.”
	“Come on, Dane, what's it say?  I want to know!”
	“It says that uh, that they wanted to give us privacy.”
	“More like Lex wanted to give us privacy, and had to drag Dex away while he was fishing his cock back out of his pants.”
	“What?!”
	“I don't know how much you know, but I've slept with Lex and Dex too, and that they asked you to play with them not to long ago.”  Dane was speechless, staring at his foster sister with wide eyes.
	“Aw, don't give me that look.  Anyway, help me out here?  Some of your jizz managed to get onto my back.  I can't reach it.”  Rose handed over the wipe, and he took it mechanically, still not sure how to process how he felt about the twins seeing him having sex, or Rose's awareness that they had asked him to have sex.
	Dane haltingly rubbed the bit of his cum that had managed to drip its way onto the small of Rose's back, and casually discarded it with his own to the growing pile on the floor.  Free of the sticky mess, Rose spun around and wrapped him in a big hug, throwing her arms about his shoulders and pulling him over.  She planted a full kiss on his lips, and they made-out, with him awkwardly bent over.  
	Beyond his control, his cock slid again from its sheath, its head sliding up her belly and coming to a rest between her nonexistent breasts.  Pulling away from the kiss, Rose asked,  “Already?”  She stroked the still slightly cummy member a couple times, then let it go.  “I want to, but maybe we should do some homework first?  You know we won't have a chance once we go home.”
	“Y-yeah, you're right.” Dane said, resigned.  He reached over the mattress to his underclothes, but Rose stopped him.
	“Leave them off.  It's nice and warm in here, and you look more handsome without them.”
	“Um...  Will you, uh, leave yours off too?”
	“I don't like wearing clothes.  Rubs my fur the wrong way.”
	“Well, uh, okay then.  But only because you are.”
	“Come on, lets get our bags.”  Rose said, grabbing Dane's hand and moving past him.  Dane followed along behind her to the door, where they grabbed their stuff and hauled it inside.  There wasn't a lot of space, but there was a small table inside the room that Lex and Dex had used.  An abundance of rat fur littered the surface of the mattress, but she left it.  It smelled strongly of sex too, but to her, it was a pleasant aroma that brought back many happy memories with her lovers.  She took a seat in one of the chairs, and Dane sat next to her.  They shared a loving look as they pulled books from their bags and spread them out.
	Rose didn't have much to do.  Most of what she planned was just reading, so she opened her book, turned her chair and sat in it backwards, so that she could rest her belly against the backrest.  She leaned her chair forward so she could see her book a little better and turn the pages.  Next to her, as she became absorbed and turned the pages, Dane worked through several sheets of complicated math problems and diagrams of various parts of the body.  She hardly noticed him get up and leave.  His subsequent return was much more intrusive.
	Butt exposed to the air and nothing to protect her, Rose felt herself pulled back just a little.  She looked around, and saw Dane, blushing furiously.  A hand was on her hips, and the other was on his cock, which was fully erect.  He lined it up, and pushed himself inside.  As the head of his cock penetrated her, he leaned in next to her ear.  “I love you, Rose.”
	“I love you to Dane.” Rose replied, and she couldn't be  any happier.