I pressed myself down low against her fur, my embarrassment controlling me and making my cheek fur red. I thrust down at her haunches and groaned as I thought about my "friends" dumb dare. As much as the pleasure seared my fur, I couldn't believe the pain I was putting her in. My bones rattled, my muscles hurt and my emotions were jumbled up inside my head. I thrust and thrust and thrust until time clicked over. My "friends" told me to do it 500 times and so far, I've done it four hundred and ninety nine. I winced as my best friend howled in hard, solemn…pleasure? She pushed her haunches up higher, so I could thrust harder. When I realized, I thrust a lot harder and harder and harder, as she howled pleasure, full with contempt. I thrust so strongly, I screwed up my face in effort. I was angered at what I was doing, even though I felt so much pleasure. I knew we wouldn't be mates, she already had one, and I knew I was in for a beating that night. My jay feather brushed my skin and I yelped in shock. I thrust, hard and she yelped in horror and collapsed on the ground. I looked at her in shock and sprinted off into the forest.