So I know that many like my other love pistols fan fiction, and I am still working on it in tandem with a co-writer, but I decided to make one that is just my own. This one is purely for fun and an AU story. Hope you like it.

Off to Camp

Oxim Browns Academy for Madruri, (AKA, OB Academy), is a renowned school for young madruri. It educates madruri from elementary to college and turns out individuals that are completely prepared for achieving success in their future. There are many ways that the school works to achieve this, first there is the quota for grades and wealth for all students entering the school, save the few scholarship kids. In tandem with this they have a strict teaching regiment and innovative means of educating their students. Not only does it teach students the skills they will need in their future endeavours, but it also goes one step further. It is known for being one of the few schools that openly teaches mating.

To clarify, the graduating high school class is taken out of school early and goes 'camping' in the spring. The purpose is to help the next generation discover just who they are, as well as guid them through their first mating season.

Since the madruri race has been declining the camp has become more of a necessity to keep the breedings up, by educating the younger generations. Durring the exercise everything that the young adults would need to know to successfully breed and or simply survive a mating season is taught to them. With a combination of the latest technology and medical assistance all can participate in the educational retreat with no bias based on sexuality.

Today is the day day that all participants meet up and go off to their hopefully helpful three month retreat. There could not be a better day. The sun was shining in the fresh buds of spring as the crisp March air blows by the empty round about where the bus was waiting for the students to board.

(Inova)

I looked through the dorm window down to the empty courtyard where my fellow graduates would soon start gathering to head off to a new future. Step one on our way to becoming fully recognized madruri adults. I had my doubts on whether this whole having kids to graduate from being a child was really right, however, it seems that with the madruri race at stake no one really wants to stop and question the ridiculousness of it. I doubt that anyone would even think about love the way monkeys do, or monogamously, while madruri were on the verge of disappearing.

I don't really have the right to complain or judge, as a scholarship kid from a poor family it is my responsibility to nab a wealthy mate. The plan is for me to find a wealthy bitch to impregnate and claim to love for a decent divorce settlement down the road. Though it would most likely end with me being payed to leave some families daughter alone so she could find some one 'appropriate' to mate.

I fiddled with my hair in the mirror while wondering if I could somehow find a mate to love so that I wouldn't have to hate myself for mating someone I don't love. I shook the thought out of my head as I focused on the mirror. My apple red hair was down around the base of my neck, the ends curling uncontrollably this way and that. It drove me crazy. I stared into my own
mis-matched coloured eyes. Covering one and then the other trying to imagine what I would look like with either a set of blue or a set of brown eyes instead of one of each. I was so focused on his fixing my appearance for the trip that I didn't notice when the dorm manager entered through the open door until he jumped into view startling the ears and tail out of me.

"Don't fucking do that!… What do you want?" I growled at the unwanted surprise that had entered my room.

"Well if you must know, I was bored….. and you should start heading down to the court yard, the buses will get here soon, and you'll want a good seat… Especially if there are too many kids this year, you know that they didn't have room for everyone last year so someone got left behind. It would suck if you ended up in the same situation." The dorm manager laughed before approaching me and patting my head. "You know, I'm going to miss you and your abnormally adorable features my little fox."

"Don't joke around… I'm not yours and I'm not any old fox! I'm a fennec fox I'll have you know." I responded mater of factly. Though honestly no one really noticed or cared much about the difference, most k=just thought I had unnaturally long ears and a short tail for a fox.

I glared at the dorm manager before breaking into a smile and saying goodbye while reigning my soul appearance. As much as I found the fool of a man annoying he had dedicated himself to taking care of myself and the other members of the dorms. After goodbyes I grabbed my duffle and headed down to the court yard where other graduates had started to gather and board the bus. I found a seat on the bus and took in the buildings that had been my home for the past four years in silent thanks and appreciation.

(Yonekuni)

I sat in the driver seat of the SUV waiting for my no good brother to finish saying his goodbyes to Max, I knew that there would be a similar goodbye at the school when he had to be seen off by Ginger, but I just want to be there already. It was bad enough that I wasn't able to graduate with my friends because of my stupid family moving me in to OB Academy halfway through the year last year. Now they were going to make me late for the retreat and my mate. I glared at Ginger who was chuckling at my frustration from the back set and honked the horn.

Finally Hidekuni made his way to the car and got in with a final wave to his mother, my father. The drive to the school was longer than I wanted it to be, especially since it was the distance between me and the group of people who would hold my destined mate, for this year at least. The one event when I can openly flirt and try to sleep with more than one woman at a time with no repercussions.

When We finally reached the school I parked the car and tossed the keys to Ginger and started to make my way to the waiting bus, already playing a game on iney-meeny-miny-moe to decide which one to board. Ginger stops me with a hand on my shoulder half way across the court yard to the round about. I instinctively shrug his hand off, not liking being touched by him, but turn toward him anyways.

"Don't be so hasty. Yonekuni, you are so much like your father… You need to realize that mating isn't all there is to life. Your father and I didn't realize it until we had already messed it up with your mother. Just take it slow and be yourself. Your instincts will guide you." The man advised before forcing a hug on me and seeing me off. I shudder involuntarily at the remaining sensation of the hug.

Thankful I got away with a simple hug I made my way to the furthest bus from where the two jaguars stood saying tearful goodbyes behind me. Once aboard I sat amongst a gable of women who were already letting loose pheromones to attract a mate. It was going to be a fun retreat I could just feel it.

(Shiro)

I lingered in the car when we finally reached the front of the school. It had been a year since I had been to the school. It hadn't changed at all but it was somewhat strange to be once again sitting out here. This was as far as I'd made it last year, before learning of my mothers illness and being rushed to the hospital to be with her.

I put off my first year of college to be with my sick mother while she slowly recovered. This meant two things, the first being that I had to put off my graduation retreat and was therefore participating this year instead. The second being that my younger sister, Natasha, was now graduating as well and would be participating in the retreat along with me.

I watched as my mother got out of the car with my sister and began their way across the courtyard to the busses with her bags. Natasha was a sweet and kind little sister, I watched her wade her way through the small crowds to get onto the bus, noting how her pixy cut hair bounced as she walked. I love my sister and would have to be sure to take care of her.

My train of thought was interrupted by my father clearing his throat in the front seat. He looked at me through the rear-view mirror and nodes curtly once he had my full attention.

"Well, son, you know what I'm going to say, right?.." There was a silence where I didn't answer. "Well be sure to find yourself a nice young female to bring back to us. The pack needs an heir and you are responsible for it as the son of the pack leader. Don't be to hasty though, make a wise decision that would make us proud." He said with a stern face and another matter-of-fact nod to indicate that he as done telling me my duty as pack heir. "Oh, and keep an eye on your sister. I don't want her getting stuck with some asshole as a mate, even if only for a year." He added in last second as I made my way to opening the door.

I grabbed my luggage and tossed it over my shoulder as I made my way to the busses. Once settled onto the bus the supervisors did a quick head count and we were on our way. We were to become adults in a short three months and I had a responsibility to uphold. both to my sister and to the future of the wolf madruri. Though I was admittedly excited and nervous about what the next three months will be like. Mostly I was worried that I wouldn't be able to make my father proud, that I might screw up the simplest task as mating and be branded a failure.

I swallowed my fear, what was the point in being afraid of something that hadn't happened yet? I would survive this retreat and return with a pregnant mate for my parents to be proud of. A pregnant mate and a pregnant sister, preferably complete with an acceptable brother in law in tow as well. All in all the next three months were sure to turn out well.