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      "writing": "Amara pushed open the heavy glass door of CubSluts INC.,lLocated on the 47th floor of an office tower.  The reception area’s warm, muted air was a stark contrast to the city’s springtime bustle outside.  She’d expected emptiness, anxiety coiling in her stomach as she rehearsed polite refusals. Instead, the waiting room held a quiet energy, a dozen applicants dotting the sleek black couches.  A freckled otter boy no older than ten swinging his legs nervously along with his mother, a poised tabby woman in her thirties checking her makeup in a compact, even a confident frog girl around the same age with black and red hair by herself. Amara froze mid-step, her weighted earrings swaying. She’d pictured solitude, not this vibrant cross-section of hopefuls. Before she could retreat, the receptionist—a sharp-eyed ferret in a cute sundress—spotted her. \"Amara?\" The name cut through the low chatter, heads looking up to see if it was any of them, trying to gauge their wait times. Amara clutched her backpack strap, knuckles tight. \"Y-yes?\" she replied, walking towards the receptionist\n\n\"Mr. Nightshade told us to expect you.  You've been flagged for expedited processing,\" the ferret said smoothly, gesturing down a softly lit corridor. \"since he's already interviewed you. Trinnie’s expecting you in Room 3—third door on the right. She handles all talent contracts.\" A murmur rippled through the waiting area. The otter boy stared, leering at her; the tabby woman offered a knowing smile.  The frog girl just said \"Nice...\" with a smile and a nod. Amara’s cheeks burned as she hurried past, the weight of their curious stares prickling her fur. She paused outside Room 3, the door plaque reading \"Trinnie Voss - Talent Contracting and Retention.\" Taking a shaky breath, she knocked.\n\n\"Come on in!\" Trinnie's voice rang out from behind the door, warm and confident. The sound of shuffling papers followed—crisp, efficient rustles that spoke of someone accustomed to order. When Amara pushed the door open, the lynx woman was already standing, her slender frame silhouetted against a large window overlooking the city as she stood there in a business casual skirt and blouse. Sunlight caught the edges of her amber fur, turning it molten gold. \"Amara, right? Bayhind mentioned you might swing by.\" She gestured to the plush chair opposite her desk, its deep blue velvet a stark contrast to the minimalist chrome and glass office. \"Make yourself comfortable. Can I get you anything? Water? Tea? We've got this incredible chamomile blend that smells like a meadow after rain—perfect for nerves.\" Her smile was genuine, disarming, as she slid back into her own chair. A single manila folder lay open, centered on the desk with its tab neatly labeled \"McLeod, A.\" Trinnie rested her elbows on the armrests, fingers steepled. \"First things first—breathe. Everyone walks in here wide-eyed. Even me, once.\" She chuckled softly, the sound like dry leaves skittering on pavement. \"Now. Before we dive into contracts or clauses, tell me... how are you really feeling about all this? No corporate scripts. Just you and me.\"\n\nAmara sank into the plush velvet chair, her fingers twisting in the fabric of her backpack strap. Trinnie's warmth was disarming, but the lynx's sharp amber gaze felt like it could peel back layers. \"Nervous,\" she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. She glanced at the folder labeled with her name—a stark reminder this wasn't a daydream anymore. \"And... unsure if this is right. I mean, twenty thousand dollars changes everything. The car, college...\" Her tail thumped softly against the chair leg, betraying the restlessness beneath her calm. \"But also... curious.  And excited, I guess. Which feels weird to admit.\" She met Trinnie's eyes, a flicker of defiance in her own. \"Bayhind said I'd have control over everything. Is that true?\" Her cheeks flushed, but she didn't look away. The memory of the lynx in \"Sweet Sixteen\"—trusting, trembling, yet ultimately empowered—flashed in her mind.  She shifted, her weighted earrings chiming faintly. \"Does that make me naive?\"\n\nTrinnie's smile deepened, a warm crease forming at the corners of her amber eyes. \"Not at all, Amara. It's a peculiar thing, isn't it? Intimidating, absolutely.\" She leaned back in her chair, the leather sighing softly. \"But here’s the secret no one tells you: it’s also incredibly empowering. Liberating, even.\" Her gaze drifted to the cityscape outside the window, thoughtful. \"Society loves to whisper about shame—especially when it comes to women owning their desires. But stepping into this? Choosing it?\" She looked back at Amara, her expression fierce and bright. \"That’s courage. Pure and simple.\" She tapped the manila folder lightly. \"And yes, Bayhind was being honest. Control isn’t a sales pitch—it’s baked into every contract here. Location, partner, pace, scenario... You dictate it all.  Bayhind of course will retain control of the technical stuff such as angles, and lighting, but the most important parts are all you.\" A soft laugh escaped her, tinged with nostalgia. \"I starred in my first film with Bayhind at sixteen, too. Was I terrified? Absolutely. But he made sure I felt safe. Respected.\" She leaned forward, elbows resting on the desk, her voice lowering conspiratorially. \"Want to know what surprised me most? Not the cameras. Not the… mechanics of it. But how [i]seen[/i] I felt. Like my choices mattered. Like [i]I[/i] mattered. That’s the magic of this place, Amara. It’s not about losing yourself—it’s about finding yourself, and claiming who you are, loudly.\" She paused, letting the words settle.\n\nAmara leaned forward slightly, her floppy ears perking up beneath their earrings. \"Yeah, I actually saw that one...\" she murmured, her voice gaining strength as the memory of \"Sweet Sixteen\" washed over her—the forest floor, the trembling lynx, Bayhind's unwavering patience. \"It’s what helped clinch the decision to come here.\" She met Trinnie’s gaze, her brown eyes wide behind her glasses. \"How he managed to make you comfortable, despite your fear. The way he asked what you wanted, gave you space to breathe...\" A faint smile touched her lips, genuine and warm. \"It didn’t feel like he was taking something. It felt like he was helping you find something you didn't know you were searching for.\" Her tail gave a soft thump against the chair leg. \"And honestly? It made me wonder if I could feel that too. Seen. Safe.\" She paused, fingers tracing the seam of her denim shorts. \"So... thank you. For letting him capture that. You may not have thought about it then, but it mattered.\"\n\nTrinnie's laugh was a rich, throaty ripple that filled the quiet office, her amber eyes crinkling at the corners as she leaned back in her chair. \"Oh, honey, it was my pleasure. Literally.\" She closed her eyes for a beat, a slow, contented smile spreading across her face as if savoring a private memory. \"I came so hard during that shoot—like, earth-shatteringly hard. Still think about it sometimes when I'm feeling particularly horny.\" Her eyes snapped open, playful but earnest. \"But in all seriousness? I'm genuinely glad it helped you find your way here. That film wasn't just my first; it was my awakening. Before Bayhind, I thought intimacy was something you endured, something that was supposed to be secret. He showed me it could be... transcendent. Like discovering a language your body always knew but never spoke.\" She tapped the papers on the manila folder again, her expression shifting to warm professionalism. \"Now, let's get you speaking that language too. Ready to dive into the boring-but-necessary bits? Or do you need another minute to breathe?\"\n\nAmara smiled, a genuine warmth spreading across her face as Trinnie's words settled into her bones—not just heard, but truly felt. Confidence bloomed within her, sturdy and undeniable, growing stronger with each passing heartbeat. \"No,\" she said, her voice clear and steady, no trace of hesitation left. \"I'm ready.\" She leaned forward, elbows resting lightly on the desk, her glasses catching the light. \"Let's get the details down.\" Her gaze fell to the manila folder labeled with her name—a tangible symbol of the path she'd chosen—and she felt a thrill of anticipation. This wasn't just paperwork; it was the blueprint for her future. \"Tell me everything,\" she added softly. \"The clauses, the royalties, the creative control... I want to understand it all.\"\n\nThe afternoon sun streamed through CubSluts' tinted windows, painting warm stripes across the polished corridor floor as Amara emerged from Room 3 holding her backpack in front of her. Trinnie followed close behind, her steps light and fluid, a stack of signed documents tucked neatly under one arm. Laughter bubbled between them—easy, unforced—echoing off the sleek walls. \"So,\" Trinnie asked, bumping Amara's shoulder playfully, \"any further questions for me?\" Amara shook her head, sandy blonde hair catching the light as her ears gently swung. \"Nope.  You explained everything perfectly,\" she grinned, cheeks flushed with triumph. \"including the royalty breakdowns.\" Confidence radiated from her now—a tangible warmth in her posture, her steady gaze. She’d asked every question, negotiated every term, and Trinnie had met her with unwavering patience, explaining each legal nuance without condescension. The contract wasn’t a cage; it was armor. As they reached the elevator bank, Trinnie pressed the call button, her tone shifting to warm professionalism. \"Okay then,\" she said, handing Amara a sealed envelope containing her copies and a list of approved clinics. \"We’ll see you in a few days once your test results all come back clean. Full panel—STDs, drugs, the works. Standard for everyone.\" She winked. \"So please, be a darling and get them done ASAP. No dragging your feet.\" Amara tucked the envelope into her backpack before slinging it back onto her shoulders, her smile wide and unshakable. \"Wouldn’t dream of it.\"\n\nAmara waved goodbye as Trinnie walked back into the CubSluts offices to slip back into her office, the door clicking softly shut.  The elevator bank room felt abruptly quiet, the muffled city sounds beyond the windows suddenly louder. She shifted her backpack strap higher on her shoulder, the envelope inside crinkling faintly—proof of her commitment. A few heartbeats later, the elevator chimed with a bright, cheerful ding. The polished doors slid open smoothly. Standing inside, leaning casually against the mirrored wall as if he owned the very air around him, was Bayhind. Gone was the sharp suit from the dealership. Today, he wore faded jeans and a soft, dark henley that clung loosely to his frame, sleeves pushed up to his elbows. His vibrant hair was slightly tousled, as if he’d been running his hands through it. He looked...approachable. Relaxed. Like he hadn’t planned on being here at all. His eyes—that startling blue—widened slightly in recognition, then warmed with genuine surprise. \"Amara?\" he said, standing upright, holding the elevator doors open so they wouldn't shut Amara out. \"Didn’t expect to see you here today. Trinnie already got you sorted?\" He gestured vaguely toward the closed office door, his gaze lingering on her face, taking in her flushed cheeks and the determined set of her jaw. \"You look... settled. More than when we last talked.\"\n\nBayhind shifted his stance, broad shoulders relaxing against the chrome elevator frame. \"Come on in,\" he offered, his voice a low rumble that seemed to resonate in the confined space. Amara murmured a quick \"Thanks,\" brushing past him—the sudden proximity making her acutely aware of his earthy cologne layered with mint and sandalwood. It smelled like damp forests and polished wood, grounding yet unexpectedly fresh. As the doors slid shut, sealing them in the mirrored capsule, Bayhind pressed the button for the ground floor before he leaned back casually, thumbs hooked in his jeans pockets. His gaze—sharp but warm—settled on her reflection. \"Glad you accepted the offer,\" he said, genuine approval coloring his tone. \"Trinnie’s a pro—hope she didn’t drown you in legalese.\" He paused, studying her flushed determination. \"Since we’re sharing this ride... mind if I ask what specifics you’re dreaming up for your debut? Setting? Scenario? Any [i]wild[/i] ideas bubbling?\" His lips quirked, playful but attentive. \"The floor’s yours.\"\n\nAmara smiled at him, the mirrored walls reflecting her flushed cheeks and Bayhind's relaxed posture.  She met his gaze in the reflection, her voice steady despite the flutter in her chest. \"Trinnie was amazing—explained everything without making me feel like a novice.\" Her tail gave a confident flick against the wall of the elevator as it began to hum in its slow descent. \"And I do have ideas.\" She paused, gathering her thoughts. \"Outdoors. Somewhere that feels real, because it [i]is[/i] real. Not a studio set.\" Her eyes lit up behind her glasses. \"A forest clearing at dawn, maybe. With mist clinging to the ferns.  Or maybe like an orchard with sunlight filtering through the leaves and between the trees.\" She hesitated, then added softly, \"And gentle, at first. Like in 'Sweet Sixteen.'\" A shy smile touched her lips. \"But maybe... not too gentle later.  We will see how it feels.\"\n\nBayhind chuckled softly, the sound vibrating warmly in the elevator's confined space. His eyes, sharp and attentive, stayed fixed on Amara's reflection. \"We can absolutely make an outdoor setting happen,\" he affirmed, his tone carrying the weight of genuine enthusiasm.  He shifted slightly, leaning one shoulder against the mirrored wall. \"As for scenarios? The canvas is yours. Hiker and park ranger? Classic, effective. Relatable tension.\" A thoughtful pause. \"Incest fantasies? Popular, yes—drives significant traffic. But...\" His gaze intensified, locking onto hers in the reflection. \"Only if it resonates with you. Authenticity translates on camera. Forced tropes feel... hollow.\" He tilted his head, considering. \"A classic romance? Slow burn, stolen glances? Also viable. Or...\" His lips curved into a subtle, knowing smile. \"Strip away the narrative entirely. Just two people. Connection. Discovery. Raw intimacy without pretense.\" The elevator hummed softly as it descended. \"The power's yours, Amara. Tell me what sparks that fire for you. What feels true?\"\n\nAmara tilted her head, her floppy ears swaying gently as she considered Bayhind's words. The elevator's soft hum filled the pause while she gathered her thoughts—no rushed metaphors, just clarity. \"No tropes,\" she stated firmly, meeting his gaze directly. \"No scripts pretending we're siblings or strangers meeting by chance.\" Her fingers brushed the strap of her backpack where the contract lay. \"I want it simple. Honest. Two people discovering each other—like you said.\" She paused, a spark of inspiration lighting her eyes. \"Always mutual exploration. Always us deciding—together.\"  She leaned back against the mirrored wall,  \"No pretending. Just you helping me figure it all out as we go. That's the fire.\"\n\n\nBayhind raised an eyebrow, a sly smile playing across his lips as the elevator chimed softly. \"You and me, huh?\" He pushed off the mirrored wall, standing tall as the doors slid open onto the bustling ground floor lobby. \"Guess that means you've chosen me for your partner.\" His chuckle was warm, genuine—a low rumble that seemed to vibrate in the confined space. \"I'm honored.\" His gaze lingered on her, sharp blue eyes holding hers with unmistakable admiration.  The elevator stopped with a gentle bounce, the doors sliding open with a ding.  He gestured toward the open doors, the hum of the lobby filtering in. \"Looks like your stop.\" Stepping aside to let her pass, he added softly, \"I look forward to working with you, Amara.  I will do my best to be worthy of your choice.\"\n\nShe waved goodbye to Bayhind with a smile as she excitedly walked toward the exit.  \"Have a great day!\" came the farewell of the office building receptionist as she walked through the doors and back out onto the bustling street of the city of Bloomington.  Her spirits high, she decided to go for a bit of a walk, passing by crowds of people going about their day and rows of tall office buildings, most of them dozens of stories high.  She had only moved to the city a few months ago after her adoptive parents unceremoniously tossed her out to the real world.  While she was indeed grateful to them for the years they spent taking care of her, she was still bitter at the way they just tossed her aside so they had room to foster a different child.  And rightfully so.  But for the first time since she left home she didn't feel unease or uncertainty about where her money was going to come from, if it would be enough for rent AND food, or if things were going to get better.  She [i][b]knew[/i][/b] that things were going to get better, and it wasn't thanks to them, but in spite of them.  She pushed her rose-tinted glasses back up her nose as she strolled along smiling, enduring some cat-calls from passers-by, before she arrived at the city park she had checked out on Poodle Maps before she had gone to her appointment.\n\nTurning onto the well-kempt dirt trail, she strolled through the wooded park, the sunlight shining through the canopy and dappling her in warm spots of light.  She took her time, taking in the sights and smells of the park, its various, brightly colored flowers in full bloom and sending their scents in the air, making a beautiful potpourri.  Amara stopped at a food stand, purchasing a strawberry short-cake icecream as she went over her next few steps in her head.  [i]\"Okay, first, the blood and drug tests.  Gotta get those done ASAP so we can get this moving along.\"[/i]  She smiled at a young child in passing, a feline girl of probably 6 years old who was between her parents, holding their hands as they swung her, the trio laughing.  [i]\"Then I really should get on a budget to allocate all this initial payout.  For that, I'll need to research those cars and see what the average insurance rate is...I wonder if Bayhind or Trinnie know a good agent for that...\"[/i]  She went over the details in her head until she came out the other side of the park, a few blocks away from where she had started.  \"Better head home.  I got a lot of preparations to do.\" she said to herself, resolutely.  \n\nWith a smile, Amara walked to the nearby bus stop, waiting for her ride home.  [i]\"Won't have to do THIS too much longer.\"[/i] she mused as she sat down next to an elderly woman, a horse with long silver hair, blue eyes, and a kind smile.  The pair struck up a conversation as they waited patiently, each of them heading out to continue their lives.\n\n----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------\n\nThe next few days went by in a blur as Amara came up with a budgeting plan, had a spa day to ensure she would look and feel her best when the day came, and taking walks.  She was laying on her bed in the evening while idly playing with herself as she read one of her favorite smut books, its well worn pages earmarked in several locations where she had the most fun, when her phone rang.  Like a flash, she was up on her feet, reaching her desk in just a couple of bounds.  She excitedly picked up the phone from its charging station, before answering while regaining her composure.  \"McLeod Residence.\" she answered, heart thumping heavily in her chest like a drumbeat.  [i]\"Miss Amara?  This is Amelia, I handle the scheduling for production here at CubSluts, LLC.  I am calling to inform you that your test results all came back.  Absolutely perfect.  Mr. Nightshade also found a site he thinks would fit your requests.  An apple orchard about 45 minutes outside of town.  He has informed me that we will be sending you a car for the travel to location.  Now, one thing that Trinnie had forgotten to ask:  Did you want to use protection or not, for your shoot?  Both you and Mr. Nightshade came up clean, so there is no worries there.\"[/i]  Amara paused for a moment before answering, no real hesitation or doubt in her mind when she gave her answer.  \"No protection needed.  If it's my first time, I want it to be all natural.  I want to feel [i]everything[/i].\"\n\n[i]\"Excellent.  I will indicate that on the form for you here.  Now Mr. Nightshade has indicated that there is an availability at that site on Thursday at 6am, so 4 days from now.  Is that acceptable?\"[/i]  Amara thought for a moment.  Her ovulation cycle would be beginning right around that timeframe.  \"That works.  But I may need a morning-after pill as a precaution.  I'm due to start ovulating right around there.\"  [i]\"Understood, I will be sure to have your driver bring you a dose, as well as our usual Defloration Kit, consisting of a heating pad, OTC pain medication and warming gel.  The pain is different for everyone, but can be particularly difficult with someone the size of Mr. Nightshade.\"[/i]  Amara could hear the woman on the other end of the phone typing her notes into the computer. [i]\"Alright Amara, I have all of the notes in here for you.  You should expect the driver to pick you up around 5am on Thursday.  Thank you, and have fun.\"[/i]  The woman finished the call with a little sing-song in her voice.  \"Understood, thank you.\" Amara said, hanging up.  She put the phone down with a trembling hand as her entire body shivered with excitement.  \"It's really happening.  This is going to be great.\" she spoke to the empty studio apartment.\n\n-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------\n\n Amara put on the finishing touches for her outfit for the day, having finished with her shower just a few moments ago.  She had chosen to wear a black skirt with some white, cotton panties   as well as the same pink halter top she had worn when she had first met Bayhind.  In her hair, she wore a pair of small, heart-shaped clips to keep it from her eyes.  Together with her white sneakers, the outfit was meant to be part innocent girl, and part empowered woman.  As she straightened her glasses and checked herself in the mirror once more, her phone rang.  She turned out the lights to the bathroom, winking to herself in the mirror.  \"Here we go.\"\n\nAmara picked up the phone, its weight extra heavy today, and answered.  \"McLeod residence.\"  She tried her best to sound calm and collected, and though she was sure she failed, the voice on the other end gave no indication that they had noticed.  [i]\"Hello, Amara?  This is Anya.  I'll be giving you a ride to the shoot this morning.  I'm parked out front of the bakery, small black SUV.  Whenever you are ready.\"[/i] came the voice.  Mature, professional, but soft as silk and almost as seductive without even trying.  \"Okay, I am on my way down.\" [i]\"Very well.\"[/i]  The line went dead as the driver hung up.  Amara's excitement began to build, her arousal beginning to cause her body to warm up.  Which was good, considering it was only 64 degrees outside this morning since the sun wouldn't be up for another hour.  Amara placed her phone back on its charging station, grabbed her backpack, and headed out the door.\n\nAnya rolled down the passenger window as she saw the teenaged canine emerge from the stairs to her studio loft.  \"You can sit up front with me, or in the back, whichever you prefer, sweetheart.  Amara looked up to lock eyes with the female bat, clad in orange fur and fiery red hair in a large, single braid.  The woman was wearing pyjamas, but with the way they hugged her form, she may as well have been wearing nothing.  \"I...I'll think I will sit in the back.\" she stammered, the woman's beauty catching her off guard.  There was something familiar about her though, but Amara couldn't put her finger on it just yet, her mind still waking.  The door locks disengaged and Amara opened the back door, sliding her backpack off her shoulder as she slid into the vehicle.  \"All set?\" Anya asked, checking her mirrors, and looking the girl over in the rearview.  \"Yes, thank you.\" Amara replied, buckling in as she set her bag on the seat beside her.\n\nThe tires crunched the road beneath them as the car slowly took off, Anya rolling up the windows to keep the cold air out.  \"You have your own climate control back there, if you need it.\" she said as she looked both ways at a flashing yellow light before continuing.  \"Thanks.\"  was all Amara could manage.  She was confident in her decision but the reality of it was sinking in more and more, feeling like a weight pressing down on her as she looked out the window, the street lights passing overhead and casting shadows inside the car.  The pair rolled on in silence for about 10 minutes before Anya finally spoke up.  \"I know it's a bit intimidating.  Your first time, let alone on camera.  But you will do fine.  You will [i]be[/i] fine.  My Bayhind will take good care of you.  Just like he did me, and Trinnie and so many others.  He's a kind and generous man, let alone lover.  He will be fixated first and foremost on your safety, comfort, and pleasure.  I can promise you that.\"  She glanced a look at Amara in the rearview before returning her eyes to the road.\n\n\"Wait, you said your name was Anya?\"  Amara asked as she looked to the woman driving, the realization of her familiarity shaking her from her daze as she spoke to reassure her.  \"Yeup.  Anya Nightshade.  Bayhind's wife.  Nice to meet you, Amara.\" Anya shot a smile at the girl, warm and genuine.  \"He asked me to pick you up this morning.  His regular driver is out, as his wife is going into labor at the moment.\"  Amara's jaw almost dropped to the floor of the car.  \"Wait, and you're okay with bringing a girl to your husband to....to have sex with?\" On some level she always knew that Bayhind's wife had to be at least tolerant of his job, but to actually do something like [i]THIS[/i]...that went beyond mere tolerance.\n\n\"Well of course, silly.  It's how he earns a living for our family.  Plus we have a pretty open relationship, as a result, in the interest of fairness.  So it's not a big deal to me.  OH! Before I forget.\"  Anya opened the center console and pulled out a small plastic bag and handed it back to Amara.  \"As requested.  Some morning-after pills, pain medication, and gels.  The heating pad I will get for you to put in your bag when we arrive.\"  Amara thanked the woman as she took the bag and placed it in her backpack before zipping it back closed.  \"Um...Mrs. Nightshade?  Can I ask you a question? Woman to woman?\"\n\n\"Sure thing, sweetheart.  And call me Anya.  What's on your mind?\" Anya asked as they left the city limits, heading out on a well paved two lane highway.  \"Well, I know it's going to hurt.  All the medication says as much.  But, in your own view...how is sex with Bayhind?  Anything I should do for him or that I should expect?  I don't want to embarrass myself.\"  Amara asked, her hands clasped together as she nervously rubbed her knees together.  \n\n\"Honestly? Just relax and enjoy yourself.  Guide him in what feels good, when you need him to go slower or faster.  He is there for you.  Don't worry about embarrassing yourself, as even we were new to it all at one time.  And yes, his size can be intimidating, but he will be gentle with you.  You have nothing to worry about.\"  The sun began to peek on the horizon, bathing the sky in an array of oranges and pinks as the vehicle turned down a well-used dirt road.  \"Almost there now.  You're going to do great, Amara.  And even if this is the only time we see you on film, we are proud of you for making this difficult decision for yourself.\"\n\nThe car rolled to a stop and Amara took a deep breath, noting the small crew and well lit tent waiting for them.  \"Have fun, Amara.  That's the most important thing you can do. Let me get that heating pad for you.\" Anya said as Amara opened the door into the cool air, stepping out onto the soft grass covered in dew.  Anya opened the trunk hatch and pulled out a heating pad in a plastic bag for Amara, handing it to her.  \"Took it out of the box so it will fit in your bag.\"  Amara took it and placed it in her backpack before once more slinging it onto her shoulder.  Anya closed the trunk with a \"Remember: Have fun!\" before disappearing around the side of the vehicle to drive away.  As Amara watched Anya drive away, she felt a hand on her shoulder, startling her.  As she spun around, she was face to face with Bayhind.  \"Hey, sorry about that.  Didn't mean to startle you.  You good?  Did my wife keep you company?\" he asked.  Bayhind was dressed in a pair of jeans and a blue button-up that matched his eyes.  His blue and green hair was slicked back and he wore his normal warm smile.\n\n\"Yes, she did, thank you.  And don't worry, I was just lost in thought.  Good morning, Bayhind.\" the teen girl said, regaining her composure. \"So, how does all this work?\" she asked as she looked around at the site, several people here and there taking pictures or setting up equipment.  There was a small table with catered hot breakfast where people were serving themselves before going off to their duties.  \"Well, first we will wait until the sun is up to get the lighting we need.  That should be in about a half hour.\" he said, leading her towards the tent.  \"My film crew is getting establishing shots of the area for the opening of the film.  So in the meantime, Alan here will take care of your makeup and such, to make sure you're good to go.\"  Bayhind looked the beagle mix girl up and down, his eyes hungry.  \"Though if you ask me, he's going to be upset he won't have any work to do.  You look beautiful.\"\n\nAmara was glad it was still partly dark, otherwise Bayhind may have seen her blush harder than ever before through her fur.  \"Thanks.  You look good too.\" was about the extent of what she could muster.   \"And after that, once it is time, you and I will start out over there.\"  He pointed at an old picnic table that was nearby, below a apple tree.  \"We will start out kissing, letting our hands get to know each other's bodies.  Then we will just progress from there.  As requested, minimal film crew and any extra hands will be hanging out in that tent over there.\" he pointed to an erected pavilion-style tent about 50 feet away, its thick white walls dragging the ground.  \"But once we get going, you won't even remember any of these folks are there.\"  Bayhind motioned for Amara to enter the makeup tent ahead of him, an arm outstretched.  As she entered, her eyes adjusting from the pre-dawn light outside to the somewhat harsh light inside, she looked around at the pair of makeup artists who were talking.  Their heads turned as they noticed the approaching Bayhind and Amara, their arms unfolding as they finished their conversation and walked towards them.\n\nBayhind introduced Amara to Alan, who sat her in the makeup chair.  \"Good lord girl, look at YOU!\" the effeminate male mouse said.  \"You're gonna make so much money from royalties!\"  He then turned to Bayhind.  \"Did you drag me out of bed this morning just because you wanted to see me, Bayhind?  You could've just asked.  You didn't need to [i]lie[/i] and tell me I had work to do, honey.\" he added with a wink.  Bayhind just laughed.  \"Yeah, that's it, Alan.  I just [i]had[/i] to see you so I set up this whole elaborate event.\"  He slid into a chair next to Amara as his artist, a female otter with long green hair in a bun held in place with a pair of sticks set to work on his hair.  \"Look, I already knew she would be beautiful, but you were here just in case she wanted anything extra.  Just think of it as a free paycheck.\"  \n\nThe pair chatted away, Alan asking Amara questions about any kind of styling or coloring she wanted done before just ensuring that her own work stayed as she had done it for the beginning of the film.  Finally the sun had raised enough, and it was time to begin.  \"Ready, Amara?\"  Bayhind asked as he stood, holding his hand out for the teen girl to hold as she stood.  \"Ready.\" she confirmed, her voice shaky but determined.  The pair walked hand in hand, bathed in the golden morning sun as it filtered through the trees overhead, to the end of the picnic table.  Amara's back was to the table, and as Bayhind took both of her hands into his, she looked up into his eyes through her glasses as they began to take on their rose-colored hue.  Bayhind, almost a full foot taller than her, smiled down warmly at her.  \"Relax.  I'll take good care of you, Amara.  Just guide me, let me make you feel amazing.\" Amara smiled, and nodded weakly, the birthmark on her nose pulsing with the excited beating of her heart.   \"Aaaaaannndddd....ACTION!\"\n\nAs the film began to roll, Bayhind released his hands from Amara's as he stared into her eyes tenderly.  His right hand, closest to the camera, slowly moved up her side to finally caress and cradle her cheek as her ear rested over his top few fingers.  His left hand stayed on her hip as it pulled her closer to him.  Bayhind flashed her that same smile she had seen several times before, but this time it made her feel like she was melting.  She placed her hands on his hips, her buttocks resting on the edge of the picnic table behind her to help her shaking knees stay stable.  Bayhind leaned in slowly as their lips almost touched, before closing his eyes and initiating their kiss, his tongue slowly slipping past to tentatively explore hers.\n\nAmara moaned quietly as Bayhind's large hands cradled her and held her gently.  This wasn't her first kiss, as she had one or two suitors before who had given her a kiss, but those were usually a quick and unsure peck or an inexperienced and overly-confident kiss from young boys.  This was an experienced, engaging, all-consuming type of kiss that threatened to steal her breath, and her heart if she wasn't careful.  Amara's hands moved to embrace Bayhind, instinctively grabbing him just above his hips and pulling him into her, like her body knew, like it wanted, like it [i]needed[/i] more contact from him.\n\nBayhind maintained the kiss with Amara, their tongues twirling in an erotic dance as his hand that was on her cheek moved down her neck, over her breast, down her side, and finally rested on her hip like his other.  Without a word, his grip tightened and he effortlessly lifted Amara off the ground, coaxing a small whimper from the girl as he seated her on the edge of the picnic table.  Amara moved her arms around Bayhind's neck as his hands wandered down to the edge of her short skirt before moving up her bared thighs beneath.  Amara's eyes shot open as she gasped into Bayhind's mouth, before breaking their kiss.  She nuzzled into the soft fur of Bayhind's neck as her breathing quickened, his hands now gripping the top of her thighs at the hem of her panties as his thumbs gently trasced along them.\n\n\"Ready Amara?  I'm gonna make you freel real good..\" he whispered into her ear, the only reply being a breathy \"Uh-huh....\" from the younger canine.  \"Good girl.  Then lay back for me.\"  Bayhind pushed his thumbs into the top of Amara's panties, urging her to lay down.  Amara lay back onto her elbows and watched as Bayhind's hands hitched her skirt up to her waist, revealing her simple white cotton panties for all the world to see.  Her breathing was heavy, nearly panting with anticipation as Bayhind hooked his fingers around the top of her panties and began to slowly pull them down and off.  Amara's breath hitched as he slid her panties down, exposing her young slit for the first time to anyone.  Bayhind took a long whiff as he pulled her panties down her legs and finally fully off her.  \n\nBayhind gently spread Amara's knees, her damp pussy lips spreading so slightly as Amara bit her lower lip, feeling more exposed and vulnerable than she ever had before.  And yet, somehow she felt safe.  Strong.  And though she was at the mercy of the man before her, she knew she was fully in control.  Empowered.  Amara locked eyes with Bayhind and watched as he slowly sank to his knees between her legs.  His eyes never left hers as she felt for the first time, the blessed, amazing feeling of someone's tongue against her sex.  She gasped audibly as she felt the tip of his tongue touch her entrance before slowly moving upwards along her slit, over her clitoris before placing a kiss there as an offering.\n\nBayhind slowly began to lick the young girl's sex with long strokes with his broad and firm tongue, coating her in his saliva.  \"You taste amazing, Amara.\" he said in between licks.  \"Like a freshly picked strawberry.\"  He licked again. \"Just so full of sweet flavor. I can't get enough.\"  Bayhind pushed his tongue into Amara's tight, virgin hole as his hands gripped her thighs.  His eyes closed as he moaned, thoroughly enjoying the delicious scent of the virgin cunny he was devouring. Amara panted and whined, her pussy beginning to leak onto the wolf's tongue.  \"That feels so good, Bayhind...please...more...\" she begged as her head tilted back and her eyes closed while she reveled in the sensation.  Bayhind continued to lick the teenager's sweet flower, his fingers spreading her lips wide as he eagerly lapped up her now flowing juices.  His nose tickled her clit as he continued to attend to her, one of his hands lowering to his pants, the sound of his pants being unzipped reaching Amara's ears.  Her heart beat in her ears, and she knew it wouldn't be long now before she stepped over the threshold from child to a woman in every sense of the word.\n\nBayhind pulled his sheath and testicles free of the prison of his pants and began to coax his member out by playing with himself as his tongue pleasured Amara. It wasn't long before the orchard were filled with the sounds of the canine girl moaning loudly as she wriggled on the picnic table, the incredible pleasure coursing through her and filling her with a primal, urgent need.  \"Bayhind...please...\" she gasped.  \"Don't keep me waiting...\"  She felt Bayhind kiss her hooded clit gently as he stood and looked down as she felt his finger stroking her slit.  \"Patience, Amara.\" he said as he leaned forward, his form pressing to hers as his finger began to dip in and out of her sex.  \"We are making something special here.  Do you really want it to end so soon?\" he asked as he nibbled her neck, his breath hot against her fur.\n\n\nAmara moaned as she felt his finger slip in, knuckle by knuckle.  This was the first time someone other than herself had touched her, and it was electric, sending waves of pleasure anew through Amara.  \"N-n-no...Show me more...Make me feel [i]more[/i], Bayhind.\"  Her body arched as the larger male slowly fingered her virgin hole, his digit slowly making a 'come-hither' motion inside of her, pressing against her g-spot and causing her to let out a cry of pleasure.  \n\n\"Gladly, Amara.  We have plenty of time.\" he said as the shaft of his considerable cock pressed against her inner thigh.  Bayhind's free hand crept up Amara's side before reaching the bottom of her halter top.  Hooking a thumb on the underside, he pulled it up over her right breast, before moving along the seam to pull it up over her left as well.  As her ample breasts fell free, the cold morning air hardened her nipples, making them even more sensitive than they were due to her aroused state.\n\nBayhind began with long, slow, broad licks once more on Amara's body.  Starting with the back of his tongue, he dragged its entire length across her nipple before giving it a light flick with the tip. \"God, yes...\" Amara moaned.  \"I...I never [i]knew[/i] what I had been missing...\" \n\nBayhind just chuckled gently as he continued to coax the girl towards her first climax with him, his tongue and digit working in tandem to bring her to the edge.  Bayhind carefully bit down on the sensitive nub with just enough pressure that he could pull backwards before the nipple would slide out of his teeth, the entire breast bouncing back into place as Amara squirmed.  \"Bayhind...I'm....I'm so close...\"\n\n\"Come for me, Amara.  Show me how badly you want this, how badly you [i]need[/i] this.\" he replied, his eyes fixated on the young girl's face as it strained to barely contain her pleasure.  \"Let me see how you look when you come.  I bet you're [i]gorgeous[/i] when you're calling out my name.\"  He licked his lips hungrily as he grinned, studying her face.  Pulling his middle digit almost free from Amara's soaking sex, he slowly pushed back in, adding a second and causing her to arch so that her shoulders and buttocks were the only things on the table, her hands in her hair as she started to fall over the edge.\n\n\"I'm....I'M CUMMING, BAYHIND!  I'M CUMMING!\" Her body began to shake and spasm, her walls tightening around Bayhind's twin digits as he slowly moved them in and out of her.  \"Good girl, Amara.  Good girrrrl....\" Bayhind encouraged her in his soothing baritone.  Amara opened her eyes as she rode out the orgasm, the first given to her by someone else.  She looked down to see Bayhind's hand working between her legs, her breasts heaving and bouncing as her body shook with pleasure.  Then she saw the smile on his face, full of hunger and lust.  She knew her hormones must be doing a real job on him for him to be nearly salivating.  \n\nBayhind withdrew his fingers from Amara's flower as her orgasm began to subside, gently using them to caress her slit and keeping her sex lubricated with her juices.  Amara just lay there panting, her body warming up the cold wood of the picnic table as the sunlight glistened off the morning dew, casting pinpoints of light in every direction.  She shuddered when Bayhind would occasionally brush her overly sensitive clit, the delicate nub flushed with color and pulsating.\n\n\"Good girl, Amara...I was right.  You [i]were[/i] gorgeous.\" he said as he leaned into her.  Amara gasped when she felt the head of his substantial cock pressing against her entrance gently as Bayhind traced kisses from her breasts, up her neck, and to her ear.  \"Are you ready?\" he asked, seemingly as breathless as she.  \"Are you ready to take me inside you, Amara?  To become a woman?\" he asked, moving his hips gently to rub the length of his member up and down her slit, rubbing her clit and keeping her juices flowing.  \"Because I can't [i]wait[/i] to be inside your sixteen year old pussy.  I can't [i]wait[/i] to take you on this journey of absolute pleasure, and guide you all the way to the end till you're cumming on my shaft.  And I can't [i]wait[/i] to fill you up with my seed till you overflow.\"\n\nAmara locked her eyes to Bayhind's as she nodded.  \"Yes, I'm ready, Bayhind.  But remember...Gently.\" she reaffirmed, making sure he remembered who was in control.  Though she wasn't quite sure of it anymore as her body began to betray her mind, her lust and need overriding everything else.  She was no longer only doing this for the financial security.  She was doing this for her own physical, primal need.  And right now, her body was screaming to be taken in an absolutely feral manner.\n\n\"Of course, sweetheart.  You're in charge.  Your rules, your pace.\" he confirmed as he leaned back till he was standing upright once more.  Bayhind then adjusted Amara's hips just a little, his hands beneath her buttocks as his cockhead pressed gently into her warmth.  \"Are you ready?  Keep your eyes on mine while I push into you, as much as you can.  Lets look into each others souls as we become one flesh.\"  \n\n\"I'd like that, very much.\" Amara replied as she spread her legs wider, ready for her first time to begin.  \"Now please, Bayhind.  Put that beautiful blue cock inside of me.  Slowly.\"  Amara moved her hands to knead her breasts, her thumbs flicking gently over her nipples as her nose twitched.  \"Fill me up till I can't take anymore. And then fill me some more.\"  The words coming from Amara's mouth seemed to not be her own, like someone else was speaking them for her, and yet she knew them to be the truth of what she wanted at this very moment.\n\nBayhind placed each hand behind Amara's knees as he held her legs wide for her.  \"As you wish, Amara.  Here we go.\"  Bayhind began to slowly push his member into the girls virgin hole.  At first, Amara only felt slight pressure as his head began to gradually make its way inside, opening her up.  But she quickly began to feel that pain she had often heard of, her eyes growing wide as his girth began to split her in half while he sank into her inch by sweet, agonizing inch. Her breath hitched as she lost herself to the sensation, threatening to stop in her throat and suffocate her as she tried to adjust to the sensation.\n\n\"Breathe, Amara.  You're doing great.\" Bayhind said, jolting Amara back to her senses as she gasped, air once more filling her lungs.  Bayhind paused his movements to allow the girl the chance to adjust to him.  Amara never once looked away from Bayhind's eyes, looking into his soul even as she struggled to maintain control of her own body.  \"I-I'm good Bay...you can...keep going...\" she panted, noticing Bayhind's smile grow wider.  \n\n\"Keep going?  Take a look, Amara.  You've already taken me to my knot.\"  Amara looked down, another small gasp escaping her lips as she saw the truth of it.  Bayhind's considerable length was buried deep within her, causing her abdomen to gently bulge.  She realized then the feeling of fullness within her, his manhood pushing her cervix back several inches, and she moaned as she relished the feeling.  But even so, her entire sex screamed out in a mix of pleasure and pain as it stretched like never before, hugging his length like a vice.  \"I did it...I really did it...\" she whispered.\n\n\"Yes, you did, Amara.\"  Hearing his words, her eyes returned to his once more.  In his usual smile, she saw something else.  Something She had rarely seen in another's eyes as they looked at her: Pride.  Amara felt her entire body melt and relax with the unspoken praise he was giving her.  \"Are you ready for me to move, Amara?\" he asked, his thumbs gently caressing the inside of her knees as he waited for her consent, allowing him to truly begin.\n\n\"Yes, please.  Nice and slow.  I want to feel every inch as you move within me, retreating and invading me.\"  Amara said with a nod as tears fell from the corners of her eyes, the pain and the emotion of the moment overwhelming her just a bit.  Bayhind simply nodded as he began to withdraw from the girl, his blue shaft covered in small streaks of vibrant red, the remnants of Amara's innocence and childhood mixing with the juices of them both.  Slowly he began to pump in and out of the teen canine, her breasts gently swaying each time.  Amara continued to knead one breast, while her other hand moved to her abdomen, gently rubbing circles where the end of Bayhind's body rested within hers as if to soothe and relish in the ache.  Her eyes began to roll back in her head as she became more and more accustomed to her lover, the pain all but dying off and leaving pure ecstasy in its place.  Her hips began to move of their own accord, bucking up to meet Bayhind each time he buried himself to the knot, his heavy balls resting against the bottom of her ass with a gentle slap.\n\n\"Faster, Bay...harder...\" came the words from her mouth, once again strange to her, but her body's true desire.  \"You got it, Amara.\" was all he said as his hands moved from her knees to her hips, gripping where her thighs joined her body.  He began to move faster and faster, harder, and somehow with each thrust, deeper still than he had previously.  He gradually picked up speed, Amara panting and moaning, her voice filling the air.  Soon the orchard was filled the sounds of flesh against flesh, with their joined voices as they both moaned.  Bayhind giving the girl words of praise as she continued to direct him as they both neared their mutual climax.\n\nAmara could feel Bayhind's cock throb inside of her, and she knew that like her, he was close.  She looked once more into his eyes, locking onto them for the final time in their coupling.  \"Fuck me, Bayhind.  Fuck me GOOD.  Make me cum...let me cum for you...\" she demanded, the need for release evident in her voice.\n\n\"You got it, Amara.  Prepare yourself...I can't [i]wait[/i] to fill you up with my load.\" he growled at her as he maintained eye contact.  His grip on her hips tightened and suddenly he picked up speed to a furious tempo as he began to pound away at her teen cunny, his knot slamming against her already sore and abused entrance.  Amara's body began to shake and squirm as she threatened to go over the edge into orgasmic bliss.  \"Do it, Bayhind...Fill my fertile young body with your seed.  Cum inside of me...\" she cried out, her voice echoing through the orchard.  \"FUCK ME BAYHIND!  KNOT ME!  TAKE ME COMPLETELY AND FUCK.  ME.  GOOD!\"  Her screams filled the air, scaring off some still sleeping birds in the nearby trees and causing them to flutter away.\n\nBayhind was at the girls mercy, more than happy to give her what she wanted.  As his legs began to shake he pushed once more into her, his knot stretching her hole until it lodged inside of her and swelled.  Bayhind kept his eyes locked on Amara's as his cock swelled and her legs wrapped around his lower back, holding him against her.  \n\nAmara felt it all.  His cock swelling and pulsing, starting at his knot that was now lodged inside her, until it reached his head which was pressing her cervix.  Then she felt his warmth flood into her, rope after thick, hot rope of his seed spilling into her and sending her over the edge, causing her pussy to spasm around him, her cervix greedily pulsing to make sure it could get as much of his cum as it could.  Her body screamed to be bred by this man, to belong to him.  And while Amara's heart and mind would not allow that, that would come later.  She cried out as her orgasm crashed over her in waves, stronger than any ocean current she had swam in, consuming her completely and causing her eyes to finally roll back in her head.  She threw her head back, her earrings dragging on the wooden table as she felt Bayhind unload an impossible amount into her.  Felt it beginning to squeeze out around his knot and drip down to her asshole.  \n\nBayhind howled a primal howl as he emptied himself into his young lover, quickly bending over here to instinctively bite her where her shoulder met her neck.  His cock pulsed as his orgasm slowed, shooting only a few more ropes into the girl as they stayed locked together at the hips.  As Amaras pussy continued to spasm sporadically, milking the male for every drop, he released his bite and kissed along her jaw until their lips once more met and their tongues danced one final time.\n\nAfter a few moments, Bayhind slowly straightened his back out till he was standing once more.  \"How was that?\" he asked her.  \"Hopefully amazing.\" he added with a giggle.  Amara could only nod as she formed incoherent words, her mind a bit scrambled from the overload of sensations and emotions.  Bayhind reached up to cup her cheek once more, his thumb wiping away another tear that had formed in the outside corner of her eyes.  \"You did amazing, Amara.  Truly amazing.  I am proud of you, and honored to have been your partner for this.\"\n\nAmara smiled, a gentle but confident smile that spoke of absolute bliss.  \"I'm glad I chose you, Bayhind.  I'm glad I did this.\"  Her hands both rubbed her belly, the warmth of Bayhind's emission filling every fiber of her being as it swirled within her.  \n\n\"Are you ready for the big finish?\" he asked as his hands slid down once more to her buttocks as if holding her in place on the table.  \"I'm going to pull out now, okay?  It can be quite intense, with the knot and all.\"  Amara bit her bottom lip and nodded.  \"MMhmm.\" was all she could manage, preparing herself for the next unknown sensation.  He had said it would be intense, and she trusted him fully to know he was being honest.\n\nBayhind held Amara in place as he began to pull his hips backwards.  The girls pussy clenched around his knot, unwilling to let its visitor go free until finally acquiescing to the force behind it and freeing him with a loud pop.  \"OH [i]FUUUUUUCCCCCKKKK[/I]!!!\" Amara exclaimed as she felt the sudden void, her pussy gasping as it tried to find its friend once more.  Her eyes rolled back once more as Bayhind slowly withdrew his length from her.  As his cockhead left her body, her pussy pulsed, gaping, as Bayhind's copious load leaked out and down her ass, staining her black skirt before it dripped off the edge of the table to the ground.  Then the unexpected.\n\nBayhind leaned over once more, and hugged Amara tightly, whispering words of reassurance and praise into her ear as she wrapped her arms around him and nuzzled into his neck.  [i]\"Best choice I have ever made.\"[/i] she thought to herself as she relished in the connection.  [i]\"A little financial security and a lot of pleasure.  I can see why people do this.\"[/i]  The pair lay there panting and embracing one another for a moment before the word \"CUT!\" came crashing through the air, bringing everything back to reality with the sparse applause of the two or three people who had borne witness to the event with their own eyes.\n\nBut Amara didn't feel embarrassment.  Only confidence, power, strength of will.  She smiled as Bayhind leaned up, and kissed his cheek in passing as she whispered a \"thank you.\" to him.  A production assistant came over with a set of warm, soft washcloths in a bucket of water.  Bayhind thanked them as they placed it down beside Amara's hip.  The girl smiled at Amara and offered \"That was incredible.\" to her before retreating back to her post.\n\nBayhind fished out a cloth from the bucket, wringing it out before cleaning himself off of the blood and cum that covered his shaft before it could retreat back into its sheathe.  Amara began to sit up, but he held a paw to her stomach.  \"Lay there.  I got you.  Just relax and enjoy your moment.\" he said softly, his voice gentler than she had heard before from him.  He pulled out a new cloth and wrung it out as well before cleaning off Amara, starting at her swollen red clit, wiping downwards as he cleaned his leaking cum from her entrance.  He got a new cloth before continuing from the bruised entrance of her womanhood down to her asshole and skirt, cleaning every drop he could from her as gently as possible.\n\nSatisfied, he placed the washcloths back into the bucket with a light splash and pulled her panties back up to her body for her.  \"Do you want me to carry you, or can you walk on your own?\" he asked with his hand reached out as he stood.  Amara sat up, feeling weak, and the soreness beginning to creep in, even as more of Bayhind leaked out of her and soaked her panties.  She took his hand and slid off the table, her knees buckling and legs shaking slightly, causing Bayhind to catch her.  She steadied herself and stood on her own, using Bayhind's strong form as support.  \"Thanks, but I got this.\"\n\n\"I figured you would.  Strong and independent as you are.\" he chuckled as they began to walk towards the post-production tent.  \"You remind me of Anya when she was your age.\"  His voice was filled with nostalgia, and what could only be described as hope, or absolute confidence.  \"Which makes me believe that you're going to be alright.  No matter what life throws at you.\"  \n\nAmara smiled inwardly.  It was nice to have someone other than herself have faith in her.  Even if it was just a coworker on a gig, it helped her confidence immensely.  \"Thanks, Bayhind.\" she said, leaning her head against his arm as they neared their destination. \"For everything.\"\n\n\"You're more than welcome, Amara.  And if you ever need [i]anything[/i].  Whether you need a job, want to make another film, or just want to do this again without the cameras.\" he said, playfulness in his tone.  \"You're always welcome to reach out to me.  You're a member of the CubSluts family now.  [i]My[/i] family.\"  He paused as he opened the flap to the tent for her.  As her eyes adjusted to the dimmer light inside the tent, applause rang out from the crew that had been waiting inside.  He looked into her eyes as she turned her face up towards him.  [i]Your[/i] family.\"   \n\n"
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      "description": "Final part of the canon story where Amara loses her virginity to Bayhind for a lifechanging offer.  Thank you again to @AmaraMcLeod for allowing me to write, and allowing Bayhind to be part of the story of Amara and her life!  I hope you all enjoy!\n\nArt for this story was done by the wonderful @Unholysoul"
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      "writing": "Amara pushed open the heavy glass door of CubSluts INC.,lLocated on the 47th floor of an office tower.  The reception area’s warm, muted air was a stark contrast to the city’s springtime bustle outside.  She’d expected emptiness, anxiety coiling in her stomach as she rehearsed polite refusals. Instead, the waiting room held a quiet energy, a dozen applicants dotting the sleek black couches.  A freckled otter boy no older than ten swinging his legs nervously along with his mother, a poised tabby woman in her thirties checking her makeup in a compact, even a confident frog girl around the same age with black and red hair by herself. Amara froze mid-step, her weighted earrings swaying. She’d pictured solitude, not this vibrant cross-section of hopefuls. Before she could retreat, the receptionist—a sharp-eyed ferret in a cute sundress—spotted her. \"Amara?\" The name cut through the low chatter, heads looking up to see if it was any of them, trying to gauge their wait times. Amara clutched her backpack strap, knuckles tight. \"Y-yes?\" she replied, walking towards the receptionist\n\n\"Mr. Nightshade told us to expect you.  You've been flagged for expedited processing,\" the ferret said smoothly, gesturing down a softly lit corridor. \"since he's already interviewed you. Trinnie’s expecting you in Room 3—third door on the right. She handles all talent contracts.\" A murmur rippled through the waiting area. The otter boy stared, leering at her; the tabby woman offered a knowing smile.  The frog girl just said \"Nice...\" with a smile and a nod. Amara’s cheeks burned as she hurried past, the weight of their curious stares prickling her fur. She paused outside Room 3, the door plaque reading \"Trinnie Voss - Talent Contracting and Retention.\" Taking a shaky breath, she knocked.\n\n\"Come on in!\" Trinnie's voice rang out from behind the door, warm and confident. The sound of shuffling papers followed—crisp, efficient rustles that spoke of someone accustomed to order. When Amara pushed the door open, the lynx woman was already standing, her slender frame silhouetted against a large window overlooking the city as she stood there in a business casual skirt and blouse. Sunlight caught the edges of her amber fur, turning it molten gold. \"Amara, right? Bayhind mentioned you might swing by.\" She gestured to the plush chair opposite her desk, its deep blue velvet a stark contrast to the minimalist chrome and glass office. \"Make yourself comfortable. Can I get you anything? Water? Tea? We've got this incredible chamomile blend that smells like a meadow after rain—perfect for nerves.\" Her smile was genuine, disarming, as she slid back into her own chair. A single manila folder lay open, centered on the desk with its tab neatly labeled \"McLeod, A.\" Trinnie rested her elbows on the armrests, fingers steepled. \"First things first—breathe. Everyone walks in here wide-eyed. Even me, once.\" She chuckled softly, the sound like dry leaves skittering on pavement. \"Now. Before we dive into contracts or clauses, tell me... how are you really feeling about all this? No corporate scripts. Just you and me.\"\n\nAmara sank into the plush velvet chair, her fingers twisting in the fabric of her backpack strap. Trinnie's warmth was disarming, but the lynx's sharp amber gaze felt like it could peel back layers. \"Nervous,\" she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. She glanced at the folder labeled with her name—a stark reminder this wasn't a daydream anymore. \"And... unsure if this is right. I mean, twenty thousand dollars changes everything. The car, college...\" Her tail thumped softly against the chair leg, betraying the restlessness beneath her calm. \"But also... curious.  And excited, I guess. Which feels weird to admit.\" She met Trinnie's eyes, a flicker of defiance in her own. \"Bayhind said I'd have control over everything. Is that true?\" Her cheeks flushed, but she didn't look away. The memory of the lynx in \"Sweet Sixteen\"—trusting, trembling, yet ultimately empowered—flashed in her mind.  She shifted, her weighted earrings chiming faintly. \"Does that make me naive?\"\n\nTrinnie's smile deepened, a warm crease forming at the corners of her amber eyes. \"Not at all, Amara. It's a peculiar thing, isn't it? Intimidating, absolutely.\" She leaned back in her chair, the leather sighing softly. \"But here’s the secret no one tells you: it’s also incredibly empowering. Liberating, even.\" Her gaze drifted to the cityscape outside the window, thoughtful. \"Society loves to whisper about shame—especially when it comes to women owning their desires. But stepping into this? Choosing it?\" She looked back at Amara, her expression fierce and bright. \"That’s courage. Pure and simple.\" She tapped the manila folder lightly. \"And yes, Bayhind was being honest. Control isn’t a sales pitch—it’s baked into every contract here. Location, partner, pace, scenario... You dictate it all.  Bayhind of course will retain control of the technical stuff such as angles, and lighting, but the most important parts are all you.\" A soft laugh escaped her, tinged with nostalgia. \"I starred in my first film with Bayhind at sixteen, too. Was I terrified? Absolutely. But he made sure I felt safe. Respected.\" She leaned forward, elbows resting on the desk, her voice lowering conspiratorially. \"Want to know what surprised me most? Not the cameras. Not the… mechanics of it. But how [i]seen[/i] I felt. Like my choices mattered. Like [i]I[/i] mattered. That’s the magic of this place, Amara. It’s not about losing yourself—it’s about finding yourself, and claiming who you are, loudly.\" She paused, letting the words settle.\n\nAmara leaned forward slightly, her floppy ears perking up beneath their earrings. \"Yeah, I actually saw that one...\" she murmured, her voice gaining strength as the memory of \"Sweet Sixteen\" washed over her—the forest floor, the trembling lynx, Bayhind's unwavering patience. \"It’s what helped clinch the decision to come here.\" She met Trinnie’s gaze, her brown eyes wide behind her glasses. \"How he managed to make you comfortable, despite your fear. The way he asked what you wanted, gave you space to breathe...\" A faint smile touched her lips, genuine and warm. \"It didn’t feel like he was taking something. It felt like he was helping you find something you didn't know you were searching for.\" Her tail gave a soft thump against the chair leg. \"And honestly? It made me wonder if I could feel that too. Seen. Safe.\" She paused, fingers tracing the seam of her denim shorts. \"So... thank you. For letting him capture that. You may not have thought about it then, but it mattered.\"\n\nTrinnie's laugh was a rich, throaty ripple that filled the quiet office, her amber eyes crinkling at the corners as she leaned back in her chair. \"Oh, honey, it was my pleasure. Literally.\" She closed her eyes for a beat, a slow, contented smile spreading across her face as if savoring a private memory. \"I came so hard during that shoot—like, earth-shatteringly hard. Still think about it sometimes when I'm feeling particularly horny.\" Her eyes snapped open, playful but earnest. \"But in all seriousness? I'm genuinely glad it helped you find your way here. That film wasn't just my first; it was my awakening. Before Bayhind, I thought intimacy was something you endured, something that was supposed to be secret. He showed me it could be... transcendent. Like discovering a language your body always knew but never spoke.\" She tapped the papers on the manila folder again, her expression shifting to warm professionalism. \"Now, let's get you speaking that language too. Ready to dive into the boring-but-necessary bits? Or do you need another minute to breathe?\"\n\nAmara smiled, a genuine warmth spreading across her face as Trinnie's words settled into her bones—not just heard, but truly felt. Confidence bloomed within her, sturdy and undeniable, growing stronger with each passing heartbeat. \"No,\" she said, her voice clear and steady, no trace of hesitation left. \"I'm ready.\" She leaned forward, elbows resting lightly on the desk, her glasses catching the light. \"Let's get the details down.\" Her gaze fell to the manila folder labeled with her name—a tangible symbol of the path she'd chosen—and she felt a thrill of anticipation. This wasn't just paperwork; it was the blueprint for her future. \"Tell me everything,\" she added softly. \"The clauses, the royalties, the creative control... I want to understand it all.\"\n\nThe afternoon sun streamed through CubSluts' tinted windows, painting warm stripes across the polished corridor floor as Amara emerged from Room 3 holding her backpack in front of her. Trinnie followed close behind, her steps light and fluid, a stack of signed documents tucked neatly under one arm. Laughter bubbled between them—easy, unforced—echoing off the sleek walls. \"So,\" Trinnie asked, bumping Amara's shoulder playfully, \"any further questions for me?\" Amara shook her head, sandy blonde hair catching the light as her ears gently swung. \"Nope.  You explained everything perfectly,\" she grinned, cheeks flushed with triumph. \"including the royalty breakdowns.\" Confidence radiated from her now—a tangible warmth in her posture, her steady gaze. She’d asked every question, negotiated every term, and Trinnie had met her with unwavering patience, explaining each legal nuance without condescension. The contract wasn’t a cage; it was armor. As they reached the elevator bank, Trinnie pressed the call button, her tone shifting to warm professionalism. \"Okay then,\" she said, handing Amara a sealed envelope containing her copies and a list of approved clinics. \"We’ll see you in a few days once your test results all come back clean. Full panel—STDs, drugs, the works. Standard for everyone.\" She winked. \"So please, be a darling and get them done ASAP. No dragging your feet.\" Amara tucked the envelope into her backpack before slinging it back onto her shoulders, her smile wide and unshakable. \"Wouldn’t dream of it.\"\n\nAmara waved goodbye as Trinnie walked back into the CubSluts offices to slip back into her office, the door clicking softly shut.  The elevator bank room felt abruptly quiet, the muffled city sounds beyond the windows suddenly louder. She shifted her backpack strap higher on her shoulder, the envelope inside crinkling faintly—proof of her commitment. A few heartbeats later, the elevator chimed with a bright, cheerful ding. The polished doors slid open smoothly. Standing inside, leaning casually against the mirrored wall as if he owned the very air around him, was Bayhind. Gone was the sharp suit from the dealership. Today, he wore faded jeans and a soft, dark henley that clung loosely to his frame, sleeves pushed up to his elbows. His vibrant hair was slightly tousled, as if he’d been running his hands through it. He looked...approachable. Relaxed. Like he hadn’t planned on being here at all. His eyes—that startling blue—widened slightly in recognition, then warmed with genuine surprise. \"Amara?\" he said, standing upright, holding the elevator doors open so they wouldn't shut Amara out. \"Didn’t expect to see you here today. Trinnie already got you sorted?\" He gestured vaguely toward the closed office door, his gaze lingering on her face, taking in her flushed cheeks and the determined set of her jaw. \"You look... settled. More than when we last talked.\"\n\nBayhind shifted his stance, broad shoulders relaxing against the chrome elevator frame. \"Come on in,\" he offered, his voice a low rumble that seemed to resonate in the confined space. Amara murmured a quick \"Thanks,\" brushing past him—the sudden proximity making her acutely aware of his earthy cologne layered with mint and sandalwood. It smelled like damp forests and polished wood, grounding yet unexpectedly fresh. As the doors slid shut, sealing them in the mirrored capsule, Bayhind pressed the button for the ground floor before he leaned back casually, thumbs hooked in his jeans pockets. His gaze—sharp but warm—settled on her reflection. \"Glad you accepted the offer,\" he said, genuine approval coloring his tone. \"Trinnie’s a pro—hope she didn’t drown you in legalese.\" He paused, studying her flushed determination. \"Since we’re sharing this ride... mind if I ask what specifics you’re dreaming up for your debut? Setting? Scenario? Any [i]wild[/i] ideas bubbling?\" His lips quirked, playful but attentive. \"The floor’s yours.\"\n\nAmara smiled at him, the mirrored walls reflecting her flushed cheeks and Bayhind's relaxed posture.  She met his gaze in the reflection, her voice steady despite the flutter in her chest. \"Trinnie was amazing—explained everything without making me feel like a novice.\" Her tail gave a confident flick against the wall of the elevator as it began to hum in its slow descent. \"And I do have ideas.\" She paused, gathering her thoughts. \"Outdoors. Somewhere that feels real, because it [i]is[/i] real. Not a studio set.\" Her eyes lit up behind her glasses. \"A forest clearing at dawn, maybe. With mist clinging to the ferns.  Or maybe like an orchard with sunlight filtering through the leaves and between the trees.\" She hesitated, then added softly, \"And gentle, at first. Like in 'Sweet Sixteen.'\" A shy smile touched her lips. \"But maybe... not too gentle later.  We will see how it feels.\"\n\nBayhind chuckled softly, the sound vibrating warmly in the elevator's confined space. His eyes, sharp and attentive, stayed fixed on Amara's reflection. \"We can absolutely make an outdoor setting happen,\" he affirmed, his tone carrying the weight of genuine enthusiasm.  He shifted slightly, leaning one shoulder against the mirrored wall. \"As for scenarios? The canvas is yours. Hiker and park ranger? Classic, effective. Relatable tension.\" A thoughtful pause. \"Incest fantasies? Popular, yes—drives significant traffic. But...\" His gaze intensified, locking onto hers in the reflection. \"Only if it resonates with you. Authenticity translates on camera. Forced tropes feel... hollow.\" He tilted his head, considering. \"A classic romance? Slow burn, stolen glances? Also viable. Or...\" His lips curved into a subtle, knowing smile. \"Strip away the narrative entirely. Just two people. Connection. Discovery. Raw intimacy without pretense.\" The elevator hummed softly as it descended. \"The power's yours, Amara. Tell me what sparks that fire for you. What feels true?\"\n\nAmara tilted her head, her floppy ears swaying gently as she considered Bayhind's words. The elevator's soft hum filled the pause while she gathered her thoughts—no rushed metaphors, just clarity. \"No tropes,\" she stated firmly, meeting his gaze directly. \"No scripts pretending we're siblings or strangers meeting by chance.\" Her fingers brushed the strap of her backpack where the contract lay. \"I want it simple. Honest. Two people discovering each other—like you said.\" She paused, a spark of inspiration lighting her eyes. \"Always mutual exploration. Always us deciding—together.\"  She leaned back against the mirrored wall,  \"No pretending. Just you helping me figure it all out as we go. That's the fire.\"\n\n\nBayhind raised an eyebrow, a sly smile playing across his lips as the elevator chimed softly. \"You and me, huh?\" He pushed off the mirrored wall, standing tall as the doors slid open onto the bustling ground floor lobby. \"Guess that means you've chosen me for your partner.\" His chuckle was warm, genuine—a low rumble that seemed to vibrate in the confined space. \"I'm honored.\" His gaze lingered on her, sharp blue eyes holding hers with unmistakable admiration.  The elevator stopped with a gentle bounce, the doors sliding open with a ding.  He gestured toward the open doors, the hum of the lobby filtering in. \"Looks like your stop.\" Stepping aside to let her pass, he added softly, \"I look forward to working with you, Amara.  I will do my best to be worthy of your choice.\"\n\nShe waved goodbye to Bayhind with a smile as she excitedly walked toward the exit.  \"Have a great day!\" came the farewell of the office building receptionist as she walked through the doors and back out onto the bustling street of the city of Bloomington.  Her spirits high, she decided to go for a bit of a walk, passing by crowds of people going about their day and rows of tall office buildings, most of them dozens of stories high.  She had only moved to the city a few months ago after her adoptive parents unceremoniously tossed her out to the real world.  While she was indeed grateful to them for the years they spent taking care of her, she was still bitter at the way they just tossed her aside so they had room to foster a different child.  And rightfully so.  But for the first time since she left home she didn't feel unease or uncertainty about where her money was going to come from, if it would be enough for rent AND food, or if things were going to get better.  She [i][b]knew[/i][/b] that things were going to get better, and it wasn't thanks to them, but in spite of them.  She pushed her rose-tinted glasses back up her nose as she strolled along smiling, enduring some cat-calls from passers-by, before she arrived at the city park she had checked out on Poodle Maps before she had gone to her appointment.\n\nTurning onto the well-kempt dirt trail, she strolled through the wooded park, the sunlight shining through the canopy and dappling her in warm spots of light.  She took her time, taking in the sights and smells of the park, its various, brightly colored flowers in full bloom and sending their scents in the air, making a beautiful potpourri.  Amara stopped at a food stand, purchasing a strawberry short-cake icecream as she went over her next few steps in her head.  [i]\"Okay, first, the blood and drug tests.  Gotta get those done ASAP so we can get this moving along.\"[/i]  She smiled at a young child in passing, a feline girl of probably 6 years old who was between her parents, holding their hands as they swung her, the trio laughing.  [i]\"Then I really should get on a budget to allocate all this initial payout.  For that, I'll need to research those cars and see what the average insurance rate is...I wonder if Bayhind or Trinnie know a good agent for that...\"[/i]  She went over the details in her head until she came out the other side of the park, a few blocks away from where she had started.  \"Better head home.  I got a lot of preparations to do.\" she said to herself, resolutely.  \n\nWith a smile, Amara walked to the nearby bus stop, waiting for her ride home.  [i]\"Won't have to do THIS too much longer.\"[/i] she mused as she sat down next to an elderly woman, a horse with long silver hair, blue eyes, and a kind smile.  The pair struck up a conversation as they waited patiently, each of them heading out to continue their lives.\n\n----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------\n\nThe next few days went by in a blur as Amara came up with a budgeting plan, had a spa day to ensure she would look and feel her best when the day came, and taking walks.  She was laying on her bed in the evening while idly playing with herself as she read one of her favorite smut books, its well worn pages earmarked in several locations where she had the most fun, when her phone rang.  Like a flash, she was up on her feet, reaching her desk in just a couple of bounds.  She excitedly picked up the phone from its charging station, before answering while regaining her composure.  \"McLeod Residence.\" she answered, heart thumping heavily in her chest like a drumbeat.  [i]\"Miss Amara?  This is Amelia, I handle the scheduling for production here at CubSluts, LLC.  I am calling to inform you that your test results all came back.  Absolutely perfect.  Mr. Nightshade also found a site he thinks would fit your requests.  An apple orchard about 45 minutes outside of town.  He has informed me that we will be sending you a car for the travel to location.  Now, one thing that Trinnie had forgotten to ask:  Did you want to use protection or not, for your shoot?  Both you and Mr. Nightshade came up clean, so there is no worries there.\"[/i]  Amara paused for a moment before answering, no real hesitation or doubt in her mind when she gave her answer.  \"No protection needed.  If it's my first time, I want it to be all natural.  I want to feel [i]everything[/i].\"\n\n[i]\"Excellent.  I will indicate that on the form for you here.  Now Mr. Nightshade has indicated that there is an availability at that site on Thursday at 6am, so 4 days from now.  Is that acceptable?\"[/i]  Amara thought for a moment.  Her ovulation cycle would be beginning right around that timeframe.  \"That works.  But I may need a morning-after pill as a precaution.  I'm due to start ovulating right around there.\"  [i]\"Understood, I will be sure to have your driver bring you a dose, as well as our usual Defloration Kit, consisting of a heating pad, OTC pain medication and warming gel.  The pain is different for everyone, but can be particularly difficult with someone the size of Mr. Nightshade.\"[/i]  Amara could hear the woman on the other end of the phone typing her notes into the computer. [i]\"Alright Amara, I have all of the notes in here for you.  You should expect the driver to pick you up around 5am on Thursday.  Thank you, and have fun.\"[/i]  The woman finished the call with a little sing-song in her voice.  \"Understood, thank you.\" Amara said, hanging up.  She put the phone down with a trembling hand as her entire body shivered with excitement.  \"It's really happening.  This is going to be great.\" she spoke to the empty studio apartment.\n\n-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------\n\n Amara put on the finishing touches for her outfit for the day, having finished with her shower just a few moments ago.  She had chosen to wear a black skirt with some white, cotton panties   as well as the same pink halter top she had worn when she had first met Bayhind.  In her hair, she wore a pair of small, heart-shaped clips to keep it from her eyes.  Together with her white sneakers, the outfit was meant to be part innocent girl, and part empowered woman.  As she straightened her glasses and checked herself in the mirror once more, her phone rang.  She turned out the lights to the bathroom, winking to herself in the mirror.  \"Here we go.\"\n\nAmara picked up the phone, its weight extra heavy today, and answered.  \"McLeod residence.\"  She tried her best to sound calm and collected, and though she was sure she failed, the voice on the other end gave no indication that they had noticed.  [i]\"Hello, Amara?  This is Anya.  I'll be giving you a ride to the shoot this morning.  I'm parked out front of the bakery, small black SUV.  Whenever you are ready.\"[/i] came the voice.  Mature, professional, but soft as silk and almost as seductive without even trying.  \"Okay, I am on my way down.\" [i]\"Very well.\"[/i]  The line went dead as the driver hung up.  Amara's excitement began to build, her arousal beginning to cause her body to warm up.  Which was good, considering it was only 64 degrees outside this morning since the sun wouldn't be up for another hour.  Amara placed her phone back on its charging station, grabbed her backpack, and headed out the door.\n\nAnya rolled down the passenger window as she saw the teenaged canine emerge from the stairs to her studio loft.  \"You can sit up front with me, or in the back, whichever you prefer, sweetheart.  Amara looked up to lock eyes with the female bat, clad in orange fur and fiery red hair in a large, single braid.  The woman was wearing pyjamas, but with the way they hugged her form, she may as well have been wearing nothing.  \"I...I'll think I will sit in the back.\" she stammered, the woman's beauty catching her off guard.  There was something familiar about her though, but Amara couldn't put her finger on it just yet, her mind still waking.  The door locks disengaged and Amara opened the back door, sliding her backpack off her shoulder as she slid into the vehicle.  \"All set?\" Anya asked, checking her mirrors, and looking the girl over in the rearview.  \"Yes, thank you.\" Amara replied, buckling in as she set her bag on the seat beside her.\n\nThe tires crunched the road beneath them as the car slowly took off, Anya rolling up the windows to keep the cold air out.  \"You have your own climate control back there, if you need it.\" she said as she looked both ways at a flashing yellow light before continuing.  \"Thanks.\"  was all Amara could manage.  She was confident in her decision but the reality of it was sinking in more and more, feeling like a weight pressing down on her as she looked out the window, the street lights passing overhead and casting shadows inside the car.  The pair rolled on in silence for about 10 minutes before Anya finally spoke up.  \"I know it's a bit intimidating.  Your first time, let alone on camera.  But you will do fine.  You will [i]be[/i] fine.  My Bayhind will take good care of you.  Just like he did me, and Trinnie and so many others.  He's a kind and generous man, let alone lover.  He will be fixated first and foremost on your safety, comfort, and pleasure.  I can promise you that.\"  She glanced a look at Amara in the rearview before returning her eyes to the road.\n\n\"Wait, you said your name was Anya?\"  Amara asked as she looked to the woman driving, the realization of her familiarity shaking her from her daze as she spoke to reassure her.  \"Yeup.  Anya Nightshade.  Bayhind's wife.  Nice to meet you, Amara.\" Anya shot a smile at the girl, warm and genuine.  \"He asked me to pick you up this morning.  His regular driver is out, as his wife is going into labor at the moment.\"  Amara's jaw almost dropped to the floor of the car.  \"Wait, and you're okay with bringing a girl to your husband to....to have sex with?\" On some level she always knew that Bayhind's wife had to be at least tolerant of his job, but to actually do something like [i]THIS[/i]...that went beyond mere tolerance.\n\n\"Well of course, silly.  It's how he earns a living for our family.  Plus we have a pretty open relationship, as a result, in the interest of fairness.  So it's not a big deal to me.  OH! Before I forget.\"  Anya opened the center console and pulled out a small plastic bag and handed it back to Amara.  \"As requested.  Some morning-after pills, pain medication, and gels.  The heating pad I will get for you to put in your bag when we arrive.\"  Amara thanked the woman as she took the bag and placed it in her backpack before zipping it back closed.  \"Um...Mrs. Nightshade?  Can I ask you a question? Woman to woman?\"\n\n\"Sure thing, sweetheart.  And call me Anya.  What's on your mind?\" Anya asked as they left the city limits, heading out on a well paved two lane highway.  \"Well, I know it's going to hurt.  All the medication says as much.  But, in your own view...how is sex with Bayhind?  Anything I should do for him or that I should expect?  I don't want to embarrass myself.\"  Amara asked, her hands clasped together as she nervously rubbed her knees together.  \n\n\"Honestly? Just relax and enjoy yourself.  Guide him in what feels good, when you need him to go slower or faster.  He is there for you.  Don't worry about embarrassing yourself, as even we were new to it all at one time.  And yes, his size can be intimidating, but he will be gentle with you.  You have nothing to worry about.\"  The sun began to peek on the horizon, bathing the sky in an array of oranges and pinks as the vehicle turned down a well-used dirt road.  \"Almost there now.  You're going to do great, Amara.  And even if this is the only time we see you on film, we are proud of you for making this difficult decision for yourself.\"\n\nThe car rolled to a stop and Amara took a deep breath, noting the small crew and well lit tent waiting for them.  \"Have fun, Amara.  That's the most important thing you can do. Let me get that heating pad for you.\" Anya said as Amara opened the door into the cool air, stepping out onto the soft grass covered in dew.  Anya opened the trunk hatch and pulled out a heating pad in a plastic bag for Amara, handing it to her.  \"Took it out of the box so it will fit in your bag.\"  Amara took it and placed it in her backpack before once more slinging it onto her shoulder.  Anya closed the trunk with a \"Remember: Have fun!\" before disappearing around the side of the vehicle to drive away.  As Amara watched Anya drive away, she felt a hand on her shoulder, startling her.  As she spun around, she was face to face with Bayhind.  \"Hey, sorry about that.  Didn't mean to startle you.  You good?  Did my wife keep you company?\" he asked.  Bayhind was dressed in a pair of jeans and a blue button-up that matched his eyes.  His blue and green hair was slicked back and he wore his normal warm smile.\n\n\"Yes, she did, thank you.  And don't worry, I was just lost in thought.  Good morning, Bayhind.\" the teen girl said, regaining her composure. \"So, how does all this work?\" she asked as she looked around at the site, several people here and there taking pictures or setting up equipment.  There was a small table with catered hot breakfast where people were serving themselves before going off to their duties.  \"Well, first we will wait until the sun is up to get the lighting we need.  That should be in about a half hour.\" he said, leading her towards the tent.  \"My film crew is getting establishing shots of the area for the opening of the film.  So in the meantime, Alan here will take care of your makeup and such, to make sure you're good to go.\"  Bayhind looked the beagle mix girl up and down, his eyes hungry.  \"Though if you ask me, he's going to be upset he won't have any work to do.  You look beautiful.\"\n\nAmara was glad it was still partly dark, otherwise Bayhind may have seen her blush harder than ever before through her fur.  \"Thanks.  You look good too.\" was about the extent of what she could muster.   \"And after that, once it is time, you and I will start out over there.\"  He pointed at an old picnic table that was nearby, below a apple tree.  \"We will start out kissing, letting our hands get to know each other's bodies.  Then we will just progress from there.  As requested, minimal film crew and any extra hands will be hanging out in that tent over there.\" he pointed to an erected pavilion-style tent about 50 feet away, its thick white walls dragging the ground.  \"But once we get going, you won't even remember any of these folks are there.\"  Bayhind motioned for Amara to enter the makeup tent ahead of him, an arm outstretched.  As she entered, her eyes adjusting from the pre-dawn light outside to the somewhat harsh light inside, she looked around at the pair of makeup artists who were talking.  Their heads turned as they noticed the approaching Bayhind and Amara, their arms unfolding as they finished their conversation and walked towards them.\n\nBayhind introduced Amara to Alan, who sat her in the makeup chair.  \"Good lord girl, look at YOU!\" the effeminate male mouse said.  \"You're gonna make so much money from royalties!\"  He then turned to Bayhind.  \"Did you drag me out of bed this morning just because you wanted to see me, Bayhind?  You could've just asked.  You didn't need to [i]lie[/i] and tell me I had work to do, honey.\" he added with a wink.  Bayhind just laughed.  \"Yeah, that's it, Alan.  I just [i]had[/i] to see you so I set up this whole elaborate event.\"  He slid into a chair next to Amara as his artist, a female otter with long green hair in a bun held in place with a pair of sticks set to work on his hair.  \"Look, I already knew she would be beautiful, but you were here just in case she wanted anything extra.  Just think of it as a free paycheck.\"  \n\nThe pair chatted away, Alan asking Amara questions about any kind of styling or coloring she wanted done before just ensuring that her own work stayed as she had done it for the beginning of the film.  Finally the sun had raised enough, and it was time to begin.  \"Ready, Amara?\"  Bayhind asked as he stood, holding his hand out for the teen girl to hold as she stood.  \"Ready.\" she confirmed, her voice shaky but determined.  The pair walked hand in hand, bathed in the golden morning sun as it filtered through the trees overhead, to the end of the picnic table.  Amara's back was to the table, and as Bayhind took both of her hands into his, she looked up into his eyes through her glasses as they began to take on their rose-colored hue.  Bayhind, almost a full foot taller than her, smiled down warmly at her.  \"Relax.  I'll take good care of you, Amara.  Just guide me, let me make you feel amazing.\" Amara smiled, and nodded weakly, the birthmark on her nose pulsing with the excited beating of her heart.   \"Aaaaaannndddd....ACTION!\"\n\nAs the film began to roll, Bayhind released his hands from Amara's as he stared into her eyes tenderly.  His right hand, closest to the camera, slowly moved up her side to finally caress and cradle her cheek as her ear rested over his top few fingers.  His left hand stayed on her hip as it pulled her closer to him.  Bayhind flashed her that same smile she had seen several times before, but this time it made her feel like she was melting.  She placed her hands on his hips, her buttocks resting on the edge of the picnic table behind her to help her shaking knees stay stable.  Bayhind leaned in slowly as their lips almost touched, before closing his eyes and initiating their kiss, his tongue slowly slipping past to tentatively explore hers.\n\nAmara moaned quietly as Bayhind's large hands cradled her and held her gently.  This wasn't her first kiss, as she had one or two suitors before who had given her a kiss, but those were usually a quick and unsure peck or an inexperienced and overly-confident kiss from young boys.  This was an experienced, engaging, all-consuming type of kiss that threatened to steal her breath, and her heart if she wasn't careful.  Amara's hands moved to embrace Bayhind, instinctively grabbing him just above his hips and pulling him into her, like her body knew, like it wanted, like it [i]needed[/i] more contact from him.\n\nBayhind maintained the kiss with Amara, their tongues twirling in an erotic dance as his hand that was on her cheek moved down her neck, over her breast, down her side, and finally rested on her hip like his other.  Without a word, his grip tightened and he effortlessly lifted Amara off the ground, coaxing a small whimper from the girl as he seated her on the edge of the picnic table.  Amara moved her arms around Bayhind's neck as his hands wandered down to the edge of her short skirt before moving up her bared thighs beneath.  Amara's eyes shot open as she gasped into Bayhind's mouth, before breaking their kiss.  She nuzzled into the soft fur of Bayhind's neck as her breathing quickened, his hands now gripping the top of her thighs at the hem of her panties as his thumbs gently trasced along them.\n\n\"Ready Amara?  I'm gonna make you freel real good..\" he whispered into her ear, the only reply being a breathy \"Uh-huh....\" from the younger canine.  \"Good girl.  Then lay back for me.\"  Bayhind pushed his thumbs into the top of Amara's panties, urging her to lay down.  Amara lay back onto her elbows and watched as Bayhind's hands hitched her skirt up to her waist, revealing her simple white cotton panties for all the world to see.  Her breathing was heavy, nearly panting with anticipation as Bayhind hooked his fingers around the top of her panties and began to slowly pull them down and off.  Amara's breath hitched as he slid her panties down, exposing her young slit for the first time to anyone.  Bayhind took a long whiff as he pulled her panties down her legs and finally fully off her.  \n\nBayhind gently spread Amara's knees, her damp pussy lips spreading so slightly as Amara bit her lower lip, feeling more exposed and vulnerable than she ever had before.  And yet, somehow she felt safe.  Strong.  And though she was at the mercy of the man before her, she knew she was fully in control.  Empowered.  Amara locked eyes with Bayhind and watched as he slowly sank to his knees between her legs.  His eyes never left hers as she felt for the first time, the blessed, amazing feeling of someone's tongue against her sex.  She gasped audibly as she felt the tip of his tongue touch her entrance before slowly moving upwards along her slit, over her clitoris before placing a kiss there as an offering.\n\nBayhind slowly began to lick the young girl's sex with long strokes with his broad and firm tongue, coating her in his saliva.  \"You taste amazing, Amara.\" he said in between licks.  \"Like a freshly picked strawberry.\"  He licked again. \"Just so full of sweet flavor. I can't get enough.\"  Bayhind pushed his tongue into Amara's tight, virgin hole as his hands gripped her thighs.  His eyes closed as he moaned, thoroughly enjoying the delicious scent of the virgin cunny he was devouring. Amara panted and whined, her pussy beginning to leak onto the wolf's tongue.  \"That feels so good, Bayhind...please...more...\" she begged as her head tilted back and her eyes closed while she reveled in the sensation.  Bayhind continued to lick the teenager's sweet flower, his fingers spreading her lips wide as he eagerly lapped up her now flowing juices.  His nose tickled her clit as he continued to attend to her, one of his hands lowering to his pants, the sound of his pants being unzipped reaching Amara's ears.  Her heart beat in her ears, and she knew it wouldn't be long now before she stepped over the threshold from child to a woman in every sense of the word.\n\nBayhind pulled his sheath and testicles free of the prison of his pants and began to coax his member out by playing with himself as his tongue pleasured Amara. It wasn't long before the orchard were filled with the sounds of the canine girl moaning loudly as she wriggled on the picnic table, the incredible pleasure coursing through her and filling her with a primal, urgent need.  \"Bayhind...please...\" she gasped.  \"Don't keep me waiting...\"  She felt Bayhind kiss her hooded clit gently as he stood and looked down as she felt his finger stroking her slit.  \"Patience, Amara.\" he said as he leaned forward, his form pressing to hers as his finger began to dip in and out of her sex.  \"We are making something special here.  Do you really want it to end so soon?\" he asked as he nibbled her neck, his breath hot against her fur.\n\n\nAmara moaned as she felt his finger slip in, knuckle by knuckle.  This was the first time someone other than herself had touched her, and it was electric, sending waves of pleasure anew through Amara.  \"N-n-no...Show me more...Make me feel [i]more[/i], Bayhind.\"  Her body arched as the larger male slowly fingered her virgin hole, his digit slowly making a 'come-hither' motion inside of her, pressing against her g-spot and causing her to let out a cry of pleasure.  \n\n\"Gladly, Amara.  We have plenty of time.\" he said as the shaft of his considerable cock pressed against her inner thigh.  Bayhind's free hand crept up Amara's side before reaching the bottom of her halter top.  Hooking a thumb on the underside, he pulled it up over her right breast, before moving along the seam to pull it up over her left as well.  As her ample breasts fell free, the cold morning air hardened her nipples, making them even more sensitive than they were due to her aroused state.\n\nBayhind began with long, slow, broad licks once more on Amara's body.  Starting with the back of his tongue, he dragged its entire length across her nipple before giving it a light flick with the tip. \"God, yes...\" Amara moaned.  \"I...I never [i]knew[/i] what I had been missing...\" \n\nBayhind just chuckled gently as he continued to coax the girl towards her first climax with him, his tongue and digit working in tandem to bring her to the edge.  Bayhind carefully bit down on the sensitive nub with just enough pressure that he could pull backwards before the nipple would slide out of his teeth, the entire breast bouncing back into place as Amara squirmed.  \"Bayhind...I'm....I'm so close...\"\n\n\"Come for me, Amara.  Show me how badly you want this, how badly you [i]need[/i] this.\" he replied, his eyes fixated on the young girl's face as it strained to barely contain her pleasure.  \"Let me see how you look when you come.  I bet you're [i]gorgeous[/i] when you're calling out my name.\"  He licked his lips hungrily as he grinned, studying her face.  Pulling his middle digit almost free from Amara's soaking sex, he slowly pushed back in, adding a second and causing her to arch so that her shoulders and buttocks were the only things on the table, her hands in her hair as she started to fall over the edge.\n\n\"I'm....I'M CUMMING, BAYHIND!  I'M CUMMING!\" Her body began to shake and spasm, her walls tightening around Bayhind's twin digits as he slowly moved them in and out of her.  \"Good girl, Amara.  Good girrrrl....\" Bayhind encouraged her in his soothing baritone.  Amara opened her eyes as she rode out the orgasm, the first given to her by someone else.  She looked down to see Bayhind's hand working between her legs, her breasts heaving and bouncing as her body shook with pleasure.  Then she saw the smile on his face, full of hunger and lust.  She knew her hormones must be doing a real job on him for him to be nearly salivating.  \n\nBayhind withdrew his fingers from Amara's flower as her orgasm began to subside, gently using them to caress her slit and keeping her sex lubricated with her juices.  Amara just lay there panting, her body warming up the cold wood of the picnic table as the sunlight glistened off the morning dew, casting pinpoints of light in every direction.  She shuddered when Bayhind would occasionally brush her overly sensitive clit, the delicate nub flushed with color and pulsating.\n\n\"Good girl, Amara...I was right.  You [i]were[/i] gorgeous.\" he said as he leaned into her.  Amara gasped when she felt the head of his substantial cock pressing against her entrance gently as Bayhind traced kisses from her breasts, up her neck, and to her ear.  \"Are you ready?\" he asked, seemingly as breathless as she.  \"Are you ready to take me inside you, Amara?  To become a woman?\" he asked, moving his hips gently to rub the length of his member up and down her slit, rubbing her clit and keeping her juices flowing.  \"Because I can't [i]wait[/i] to be inside your sixteen year old pussy.  I can't [i]wait[/i] to take you on this journey of absolute pleasure, and guide you all the way to the end till you're cumming on my shaft.  And I can't [i]wait[/i] to fill you up with my seed till you overflow.\"\n\nAmara locked her eyes to Bayhind's as she nodded.  \"Yes, I'm ready, Bayhind.  But remember...Gently.\" she reaffirmed, making sure he remembered who was in control.  Though she wasn't quite sure of it anymore as her body began to betray her mind, her lust and need overriding everything else.  She was no longer only doing this for the financial security.  She was doing this for her own physical, primal need.  And right now, her body was screaming to be taken in an absolutely feral manner.\n\n\"Of course, sweetheart.  You're in charge.  Your rules, your pace.\" he confirmed as he leaned back till he was standing upright once more.  Bayhind then adjusted Amara's hips just a little, his hands beneath her buttocks as his cockhead pressed gently into her warmth.  \"Are you ready?  Keep your eyes on mine while I push into you, as much as you can.  Lets look into each others souls as we become one flesh.\"  \n\n\"I'd like that, very much.\" Amara replied as she spread her legs wider, ready for her first time to begin.  \"Now please, Bayhind.  Put that beautiful blue cock inside of me.  Slowly.\"  Amara moved her hands to knead her breasts, her thumbs flicking gently over her nipples as her nose twitched.  \"Fill me up till I can't take anymore. And then fill me some more.\"  The words coming from Amara's mouth seemed to not be her own, like someone else was speaking them for her, and yet she knew them to be the truth of what she wanted at this very moment.\n\nBayhind placed each hand behind Amara's knees as he held her legs wide for her.  \"As you wish, Amara.  Here we go.\"  Bayhind began to slowly push his member into the girls virgin hole.  At first, Amara only felt slight pressure as his head began to gradually make its way inside, opening her up.  But she quickly began to feel that pain she had often heard of, her eyes growing wide as his girth began to split her in half while he sank into her inch by sweet, agonizing inch. Her breath hitched as she lost herself to the sensation, threatening to stop in her throat and suffocate her as she tried to adjust to the sensation.\n\n\"Breathe, Amara.  You're doing great.\" Bayhind said, jolting Amara back to her senses as she gasped, air once more filling her lungs.  Bayhind paused his movements to allow the girl the chance to adjust to him.  Amara never once looked away from Bayhind's eyes, looking into his soul even as she struggled to maintain control of her own body.  \"I-I'm good Bay...you can...keep going...\" she panted, noticing Bayhind's smile grow wider.  \n\n\"Keep going?  Take a look, Amara.  You've already taken me to my knot.\"  Amara looked down, another small gasp escaping her lips as she saw the truth of it.  Bayhind's considerable length was buried deep within her, causing her abdomen to gently bulge.  She realized then the feeling of fullness within her, his manhood pushing her cervix back several inches, and she moaned as she relished the feeling.  But even so, her entire sex screamed out in a mix of pleasure and pain as it stretched like never before, hugging his length like a vice.  \"I did it...I really did it...\" she whispered.\n\n\"Yes, you did, Amara.\"  Hearing his words, her eyes returned to his once more.  In his usual smile, she saw something else.  Something She had rarely seen in another's eyes as they looked at her: Pride.  Amara felt her entire body melt and relax with the unspoken praise he was giving her.  \"Are you ready for me to move, Amara?\" he asked, his thumbs gently caressing the inside of her knees as he waited for her consent, allowing him to truly begin.\n\n\"Yes, please.  Nice and slow.  I want to feel every inch as you move within me, retreating and invading me.\"  Amara said with a nod as tears fell from the corners of her eyes, the pain and the emotion of the moment overwhelming her just a bit.  Bayhind simply nodded as he began to withdraw from the girl, his blue shaft covered in small streaks of vibrant red, the remnants of Amara's innocence and childhood mixing with the juices of them both.  Slowly he began to pump in and out of the teen canine, her breasts gently swaying each time.  Amara continued to knead one breast, while her other hand moved to her abdomen, gently rubbing circles where the end of Bayhind's body rested within hers as if to soothe and relish in the ache.  Her eyes began to roll back in her head as she became more and more accustomed to her lover, the pain all but dying off and leaving pure ecstasy in its place.  Her hips began to move of their own accord, bucking up to meet Bayhind each time he buried himself to the knot, his heavy balls resting against the bottom of her ass with a gentle slap.\n\n\"Faster, Bay...harder...\" came the words from her mouth, once again strange to her, but her body's true desire.  \"You got it, Amara.\" was all he said as his hands moved from her knees to her hips, gripping where her thighs joined her body.  He began to move faster and faster, harder, and somehow with each thrust, deeper still than he had previously.  He gradually picked up speed, Amara panting and moaning, her voice filling the air.  Soon the orchard was filled the sounds of flesh against flesh, with their joined voices as they both moaned.  Bayhind giving the girl words of praise as she continued to direct him as they both neared their mutual climax.\n\nAmara could feel Bayhind's cock throb inside of her, and she knew that like her, he was close.  She looked once more into his eyes, locking onto them for the final time in their coupling.  \"Fuck me, Bayhind.  Fuck me GOOD.  Make me cum...let me cum for you...\" she demanded, the need for release evident in her voice.\n\n\"You got it, Amara.  Prepare yourself...I can't [i]wait[/i] to fill you up with my load.\" he growled at her as he maintained eye contact.  His grip on her hips tightened and suddenly he picked up speed to a furious tempo as he began to pound away at her teen cunny, his knot slamming against her already sore and abused entrance.  Amara's body began to shake and squirm as she threatened to go over the edge into orgasmic bliss.  \"Do it, Bayhind...Fill my fertile young body with your seed.  Cum inside of me...\" she cried out, her voice echoing through the orchard.  \"FUCK ME BAYHIND!  KNOT ME!  TAKE ME COMPLETELY AND FUCK.  ME.  GOOD!\"  Her screams filled the air, scaring off some still sleeping birds in the nearby trees and causing them to flutter away.\n\nBayhind was at the girls mercy, more than happy to give her what she wanted.  As his legs began to shake he pushed once more into her, his knot stretching her hole until it lodged inside of her and swelled.  Bayhind kept his eyes locked on Amara's as his cock swelled and her legs wrapped around his lower back, holding him against her.  \n\nAmara felt it all.  His cock swelling and pulsing, starting at his knot that was now lodged inside her, until it reached his head which was pressing her cervix.  Then she felt his warmth flood into her, rope after thick, hot rope of his seed spilling into her and sending her over the edge, causing her pussy to spasm around him, her cervix greedily pulsing to make sure it could get as much of his cum as it could.  Her body screamed to be bred by this man, to belong to him.  And while Amara's heart and mind would not allow that, that would come later.  She cried out as her orgasm crashed over her in waves, stronger than any ocean current she had swam in, consuming her completely and causing her eyes to finally roll back in her head.  She threw her head back, her earrings dragging on the wooden table as she felt Bayhind unload an impossible amount into her.  Felt it beginning to squeeze out around his knot and drip down to her asshole.  \n\nBayhind howled a primal howl as he emptied himself into his young lover, quickly bending over here to instinctively bite her where her shoulder met her neck.  His cock pulsed as his orgasm slowed, shooting only a few more ropes into the girl as they stayed locked together at the hips.  As Amaras pussy continued to spasm sporadically, milking the male for every drop, he released his bite and kissed along her jaw until their lips once more met and their tongues danced one final time.\n\nAfter a few moments, Bayhind slowly straightened his back out till he was standing once more.  \"How was that?\" he asked her.  \"Hopefully amazing.\" he added with a giggle.  Amara could only nod as she formed incoherent words, her mind a bit scrambled from the overload of sensations and emotions.  Bayhind reached up to cup her cheek once more, his thumb wiping away another tear that had formed in the outside corner of her eyes.  \"You did amazing, Amara.  Truly amazing.  I am proud of you, and honored to have been your partner for this.\"\n\nAmara smiled, a gentle but confident smile that spoke of absolute bliss.  \"I'm glad I chose you, Bayhind.  I'm glad I did this.\"  Her hands both rubbed her belly, the warmth of Bayhind's emission filling every fiber of her being as it swirled within her.  \n\n\"Are you ready for the big finish?\" he asked as his hands slid down once more to her buttocks as if holding her in place on the table.  \"I'm going to pull out now, okay?  It can be quite intense, with the knot and all.\"  Amara bit her bottom lip and nodded.  \"MMhmm.\" was all she could manage, preparing herself for the next unknown sensation.  He had said it would be intense, and she trusted him fully to know he was being honest.\n\nBayhind held Amara in place as he began to pull his hips backwards.  The girls pussy clenched around his knot, unwilling to let its visitor go free until finally acquiescing to the force behind it and freeing him with a loud pop.  \"OH [i]FUUUUUUCCCCCKKKK[/I]!!!\" Amara exclaimed as she felt the sudden void, her pussy gasping as it tried to find its friend once more.  Her eyes rolled back once more as Bayhind slowly withdrew his length from her.  As his cockhead left her body, her pussy pulsed, gaping, as Bayhind's copious load leaked out and down her ass, staining her black skirt before it dripped off the edge of the table to the ground.  Then the unexpected.\n\nBayhind leaned over once more, and hugged Amara tightly, whispering words of reassurance and praise into her ear as she wrapped her arms around him and nuzzled into his neck.  [i]\"Best choice I have ever made.\"[/i] she thought to herself as she relished in the connection.  [i]\"A little financial security and a lot of pleasure.  I can see why people do this.\"[/i]  The pair lay there panting and embracing one another for a moment before the word \"CUT!\" came crashing through the air, bringing everything back to reality with the sparse applause of the two or three people who had borne witness to the event with their own eyes.\n\nBut Amara didn't feel embarrassment.  Only confidence, power, strength of will.  She smiled as Bayhind leaned up, and kissed his cheek in passing as she whispered a \"thank you.\" to him.  A production assistant came over with a set of warm, soft washcloths in a bucket of water.  Bayhind thanked them as they placed it down beside Amara's hip.  The girl smiled at Amara and offered \"That was incredible.\" to her before retreating back to her post.\n\nBayhind fished out a cloth from the bucket, wringing it out before cleaning himself off of the blood and cum that covered his shaft before it could retreat back into its sheathe.  Amara began to sit up, but he held a paw to her stomach.  \"Lay there.  I got you.  Just relax and enjoy your moment.\" he said softly, his voice gentler than she had heard before from him.  He pulled out a new cloth and wrung it out as well before cleaning off Amara, starting at her swollen red clit, wiping downwards as he cleaned his leaking cum from her entrance.  He got a new cloth before continuing from the bruised entrance of her womanhood down to her asshole and skirt, cleaning every drop he could from her as gently as possible.\n\nSatisfied, he placed the washcloths back into the bucket with a light splash and pulled her panties back up to her body for her.  \"Do you want me to carry you, or can you walk on your own?\" he asked with his hand reached out as he stood.  Amara sat up, feeling weak, and the soreness beginning to creep in, even as more of Bayhind leaked out of her and soaked her panties.  She took his hand and slid off the table, her knees buckling and legs shaking slightly, causing Bayhind to catch her.  She steadied herself and stood on her own, using Bayhind's strong form as support.  \"Thanks, but I got this.\"\n\n\"I figured you would.  Strong and independent as you are.\" he chuckled as they began to walk towards the post-production tent.  \"You remind me of Anya when she was your age.\"  His voice was filled with nostalgia, and what could only be described as hope, or absolute confidence.  \"Which makes me believe that you're going to be alright.  No matter what life throws at you.\"  \n\nAmara smiled inwardly.  It was nice to have someone other than herself have faith in her.  Even if it was just a coworker on a gig, it helped her confidence immensely.  \"Thanks, Bayhind.\" she said, leaning her head against his arm as they neared their destination. \"For everything.\"\n\n\"You're more than welcome, Amara.  And if you ever need [i]anything[/i].  Whether you need a job, want to make another film, or just want to do this again without the cameras.\" he said, playfulness in his tone.  \"You're always welcome to reach out to me.  You're a member of the CubSluts family now.  [i]My[/i] family.\"  He paused as he opened the flap to the tent for her.  As her eyes adjusted to the dimmer light inside the tent, applause rang out from the crew that had been waiting inside.  He looked into her eyes as she turned her face up towards him.  [i]Your[/i] family.\"   \n\n"
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