Jude was out on his usual route through the forest. Starigold had allowed him to do some light exercises but he was prohibited to exert himself.

His inability to understand his shortcomings bugged him. He knew he had several but couldn't pinpoint any in regards to his ballet. They corrected the faults in his Rougardé and he could now stand on Pointe for an hour straight without wincing at the pain.

He reached his favourite spot by the pond and sat down on an old stub to contemplate. If the fault didn't lie with his technique where could it then be? He thought of the words Starigold used during her instructions,Put more back into it, use wider steps and sway more to the left. He was surprised, as they were often technically incorrect.Show some heart!Those words had caught his attention, what did she mean by that? It was such vague advice he didn't know how to respond.

His thoughts wandered to his mother, as they usually did in this place. He always felt closer to her here, it was one of the reasons he enjoyed it so much. She'd been a futa with good humour and an easy smile. There was a hint of sadness behind her smiles though, losing two children to miscarriages would take a toll on anyone. After the second his mother decided there would be no third but his father convinced her to try one last time and that's when he was born. They called him their little ray of sunshine and doted on him to compensate for the loss of their first two.

When the federation attacked their farm Jude's father stayed behind to hold the enemy off so they could escape. His mother refused at first, stating that it was the futa's duty to protect the male. She only relented when his father explained she would have the best chance at survival and it was both of their responsibility to protect Jude. They kissed then, the most passionate kiss Jude had ever seen, a kiss full of love and desperation.

Jude struggled in his mother's arms, trying to reach for his father as she took off. The silhouette of his father forever burnt into his retinas as he waved them off with tears streaming down his cheeks. Dad! His screams still echoed during the still of night.

Jude covered his face and cried.

They had no time to gather their things and his mother ran as fast as her legs could carry her, clutching the struggling Jude to her chest. Her expression was tortured, but her face set in determination. The last thing they heard from the farm was the sound of gunshots as his father returned fire upon the enemy.

His parents had given their lives so he could live on and it was his responsibility to honour their sacrifice.

The forest was quiet with exception to the wind, rustling the branches of nearby trees. A bird whistled a lonesome tune.

A phrase he once read came across his mind.Dance and let the winds guide you to where you belong. It was the words of his idol, Duke Langley.

"Let the winds guide you to where you belong," he whispered.

Jude closed his eyes. He heard the wind's soughing as it brushed wiltered leaves off the branches, caressing its way around the trunks to continue its journey afar. He felt it in his body, filling his lungs and flowing all around him. The Lone bird's song grew, carried by the wind to echo across the pond and his body reacted, moving by its own as he took a starting position. His pulse stabled and became one with the breathing of the wind. Then he danced. He alternated between wide steps and tipping en pointe. The wind tugged at him and he moved with it, letting it pull him in whichever direction the fickle spirits were headed. With a succession of quick steps he launched into a leap, spinning mid air and landing with perfect form on the padding of his feet. The cool breeze shifted direction and he lifted his leg and kicked out in a wide arch to follow.

His surroundings transformed. The leaves, gathered in droves upon the ground, floated into the air, returning to their branches and regained their lush green colour. Flowers and shrubs sprouted and came back to life, painting the forest in vibrant hues. The sun shone brighter, its rays finding their way into the clearing and the wind blew back the axles of time. The singing bird looked around in confusion at the sudden transformation and adjusted its song from the mellow autumn melody into a lively spring tune. The forest sprung to life, bustling with movement. Jude's ballet transformed with it, he leapt, spun and stepped around in perfect coordination. One who knew the art might recognise it as the dance of the woodland faerie but would've been perplexed, many moves were foreign to the choreographed set. An expert would see it for what it really was. Improvisation made up on the spot, a dance in perfect harmony with its surroundings, bending and moving to the forces of nature. It was a dance never seen and a style of dancing only a handful of dancers could perform.

Jude finished with a graceful pose, one leg stretched out and the other bent as if prepared to spring forward, his arms splayed out in an embrace of the heavens. The bird concluded its song and landed on his palm, chirping its thanks to this being which made it remember the beauty of spring and turned the sleeping forest into the flower kingdom once more. It was more resolved than ever to make it through the cold of winter and see the great coming of life again.

There was a rustle in a nearby bush and the bird took flight.

Chris patrolled the perimeter along the eastern fence with one of the school's trusted guard dogs, Bolivar, a big Rottweiler. It was trained to never attack a male and apprehend any unfamiliar Futa. The Boys of the school was a highly sought commodity and would fetch a good price on the black markets. Meredith had ordered more frequent patrols around the school grounds because of the recent disturbances. The Steelworkers union had declared a strike which led to statewide protests and clashes with the police. The School was at a safe distance to the troubled areas but it was always wise to take precautions if someone looked to take advantage of the disorder.

Bolivar raised his nose into the air, sniffed and set his gaze forward.

"Did you find something, boy? What is it? What is it? Let's go find out!"

Bolivar kept his nose to the ground and led Chris through the forest, sniffing at all the trees so he'd pick the correct route and follow the suspicious trail. After walking for some ten minutes he stopped and looked up a tree. There was a squirrel standing on a branch, swaying its butt at Bolivar in unabashed mockery. Bolivar lunged into a frenzy, barking and running in circles around the tree, jumping against the trunk to get at the gloating squirrel.

"Ah, come on Bollivar," Chris exclaimed, "another squirrel! We have a job to do. You can chase squirrels when you're off duty." Then she heard a rustle nearby. She crouched down behind a bush along with Bollivar who looked intent but showed no signs of aggression. There was a clearing ahead, it was the small pond by the woodland cottage. Chris crept forward. She'd been an elite soldier during the war and her instincts kicked in. Then she saw the origin of the sound and relaxed. It was Jude, he was sitting on a stub. Was he crying?

Chris wondered what to do. Since Jude began his training under Starigold he'd stopped going on his morning rounds. She missed it. Would it be weird if she approached him now? She figured it would, but seeing him cry all by himself in the forest ached her heart and she decided to do it anyway. Just as she was just about to come out of the foliage, he got up from the shrub and adopted a ballet position. She stopped mid-track and hunched back down. His eyes were closed and he looked as if he was listened for something. Approaching now would surely alarm him, so she stayed put and observed. He began to dance. It was the most beautiful, graceful dance Chris had ever seen. His body seemed to move in accordance to nature itself.

She'd long fretted over missing his performance during the liberation day. Her shift had just begun and she couldn't find anyone to switch with her. Seeing Jude dance all by himself in the forest, she understood what the fuzz was about.

The spectacle made Bollivar eager to join and Chris had to hold him down.

Jude swirled around a patch of grass, spinning, jumping, taking lithe steps and moving at such a rapid pace leaves swirled into the air. At one point she thought he would jump into the pond but he landed just on the waterline and pirouetted, then danced back onto land as if he'd known even despite his eyes were shut.

He came to a stop in the middle of the clearing and reached his arms to the skies, a bird landed on his palms. The scene was one of unimaginable beauty and Chris' heart expanded within her chest. Her grip on Bolivar eased and before she could react, he shook her off and rushed out.

"Bolivar no, don't!" She called but it was too late. Jude was alarmed when he spotted the big dog, coming straight for him, but relaxed as he recognised Bolivar and hunched down to greet him. Bolivar licked his face and jumped around in excitement, perhaps trying to mimic his dance.

The gist was up. Jude would know there must be someone else around, so Chris got up and entered the clearing.

"Chris," Jude said as he saw her.

"Hi Jude, nice weather today, isn't it?" What a stupid thing to say but she couldn't come up with anything else on the spot so she reverted to the typical pleasantries they shared in the mornings. Jude looked at the sky and then back to her.

"Yes, it's a beautiful day."

She tried to find something else to say but before she could Jude said.

"Have you been out with Bolivar on a patrol?"

"Yes, Ms Meredith wanted to amp up the security around the grounds so that's why I'm out, you see..."

"Ah, as expected of Ms Meredith. She always cares for us."

He walked over to a bench next to the pond and sat down then looked at her with an inviting gaze.

"Say Chris, I don't mean to impose but would you like to stay for a while. There is something I'd wish to say to you."

Chris gulped.

"Of course, it's no problem."

She moved to sit next to him but kept a safe distance between them. Jude seemed to hesitate about something.

"are you okay? I saw you crying before," she blurted out. Dammit, why did she have to bring that up.

"I'm okay, I feel much better now." He smiled a nervously.

"I..." His voice trailed off and then he took a deep breath and went on.

"I wanted to thank you, Chris."

"Me?"

"Yes, I wanted to thank for being there for me, for protecting me. If it hadn't been for you I can't imagine what would've happened. You saved me."

"N-no it was nothing, it's my job you know."

"Sure, it's your job, but you went above and beyond for me."

He edged closer, their shoulders touched and his hand fell down and landed on his thigh, dangerously close to her.

"To me you're a hero. You're my saviour and there's no way in which I can repay you enough."

Chris didn't respond and before she knew it Jude was leaning his head on her shoulder, she felt herself stiffen and her crotch twitched.

"Well thank you, Jude. I would've done it any day of the week because you're precious to me."

She wanted to scream, why did she keep saying such embarrassing things. There was something about him that made her heart flutter, and forget all the things she'd prepared to say beforehand. She felt a light touch on her thigh and saw his hand resting on it. It felt so warm it burned. He looked at her with those big blue eyes of his, reading her reactions.

When she didn't say anything or remove his hand he got out of his seat and slid down on the ground between her legs. She saw the curve of his rump sticking out, swallowed and tried to keep her breathing even.

Looking up at her he said, "That makes me so happy, because you're also very precious to me."

Iiieee, what's up with this position?

If someone saw them, they might think she was trying to entice him into something lewd. Jude trailed his hands up over her calves, over her knee caps, then stopped at the inside of her thighs. Her cock swelled, its silhouette protruding from the fabric of her pants. She was a well sized futa, eleven inches. Jude smiled when he saw her erection.

"You're happy to see me," he said and put his hand over her cock and stroked the shaft. It was pulling so hard at her pants she thought they'd rip.

"It looks as if it wants to come out, is it okay if I do?"

He looked at her with an expectant gaze.

This is bad, really bad!

It was strictly forbidden for guards to have any sexual relations with the students and they would be removed immediately and criminally prosecuted for a breach of contract if they did. But she couldn't refuse those beautiful eyes and against her better knowing she nodded instead.

He unzipped her pants and pulled them off, it was slightly chilling outside but her body was burning. Her cock flung out and pointed towards the sky like a monument. The fragrant smell hit Jude's nostrils and while it was a bit prickly and sweaty he still enjoyed it. It smelled like futa. He grabbed the back of her cock, stroked his cheek up and down along it and savoured the scent. He pulled back her foreskin and cupped her balls with the other hand.

"But no penetration, ok?" Chris said and Jude nodded in response. Even if his time with Ida had been a terrible experience, he'd learned from it. One being the skill of performing a blowjob without putting the dick in his mouth. He put his lips around the side of the shaft and ran his mouth along it whilst moving his hand on the other side. Chris moaned but kept her eyes on him. Jude enjoyed that hungry look of hers, he'd always enjoyed their exchanges in the morning and the way her eyes followed his butt as he jogged. Once he saw the outline of her cock in her pants and the image had stuck within his mind. At times he fantasised about pleasuring her.

He let go of her balls and let both his hands work her cock while he lowered his face and licked the strand between her asshole and pussy. he worked his way up and gave her pussy a few good licks before he reached her balls and popped one inside his mouth and let it swirl around. To be too concerned about a futas pussy was considered rude, it was a tool for baby making and not to be used in any other way unless the futa requested it. He gave away some slurping and popping sounds as he really dug into her ballsack. Chris held her hands flat on the bench to brace herself, her head was dizzy and the surroundings glowed.

"Oh Jude, that feels so good."

She had to blink a couple of times to make sure she wasn't imagining things, Jude was giving her a handjob. She'd had plenty of handjobs in the army but nothing like this, everything else waned compared to Judes expert handling of her cock.

"Your cock is very hard Chris."

It was true, while average in size she had a hardness to her that other futas didn't. He reached for her cock with his mouth once more and licked it from the root up to her glans. Then he gave the shaft a couple of rubs with his lips before standing up. Chris felt a moment of fear that he was already done but then he turned around, pulled up his tights between his asscheeks and looked back at her with a mischievous eyes.

"There this thing I wanted to try, if it's okay with you?"

She said yes between her gasps and Jude lowered his ass onto her cock. It was okay, she figured, as long as she didn't penetrate or cum on him.

Since what happened with Ida Jude had begun training with his toys again. He made it a habit to work with them half an hour before he went to bed. While any anal play still made him flinch, and his asshole clench up, he'd done some other training instead. One was a kind of foreplay where you rubbed your butt against the futas cock. He'd memorised the accompanying instructions on how to perform it. At what pace and the different strokes, the amount of pressure to apply and how you combined the three. He began by putting his butt at the root of Chris' cock and gave it a few roundabout twerks before he rubbed it up and down along the shaft, alternating with longer and shorter rubs. He looked back at Chris to read her reactions, it was very important for a male to be conscious of a futas mood at all times. Chris had a wild look in her eyes and stared at his butt as if in a trance. Her hands clenched onto the end of the bench so hard her knuckles grew white and the wood splintered. Happy with what he saw he increase his pace and pressure. He felt something wet drip on his back and saw that Chris drooled on him. He collected the drool and smeared it over his face, she seemed to take note of that.

"Could you let me feel your strength please? I've always admired your well built body," He said.

One should give compliments to the futa during sex but such compliments must always come from the heart. Otherwise it would come off as fake and insincere.

"Huh, Yes, Uhm, How?"

"Grab my hips and push your cock against me as hard as you want."

She did as he suggested and grabbed him with her strong arms and pushed him up and down against her.

"Oh goddess," She cried out and pulled him even harder against her cock. Jude reached back and touched her arms, letting his hands slide across her bulging muscles, it excited him and Chris enjoyed it.

He put his feet down on the ground and raised his butt to her face.

"please put it between here" he said and pointed at his crotch.

"But Jude, I cannot penetrate you."

"No, I mean between the legs, I want to feel your hard dick against my thighs."

She moved as if directed by an invisible force, she could no longer stop herself. In the army they were taught harsh discipline to control their urges to avoid binding the enemy in the middle of battle but there was limits to how far a futa could control herself. She stood up and grabbed his butt then pushed her cock between his legs. Jude crisscrossed his legs and clenched his thighs together to give her traction. He reached down and held her cock so that it would slide against the soft skin of his belly. Chris had never felt anything like it. She'd performed anal on enemy males many times but this was different. Pushing her cock between Jude's soft thighs and against his belly was a feeling as close to heaven she could imagine.

"Ohh, you're so strong Chris, show me your strength."

That's was the moment she lost all control, she squeezed his hips, pushed and pulled with all her might. She was holding on to him so tight he was elevated into the air. Her vision blurred and the world was painted in the fiery colors of lust. With a scream her cock erupted all over his belly and chest, one burst of sperm hit his jaw and splattered in all directions. Chris hips didn't stop jerking though and she kept thrusting back and forth. She didn't how long it took her to regain her senses. Groaning, huffing and moaning, she slumped on the bench, blinking away the tears that had formed in the excitement.If I die now I'd regret nothing, she thought as she saw the blue skies above. Then a sudden realisation came to light, she'd cum on him! It was the one line she'd decided to not cross. Her mind sped up and all the things that could go wrong flashed before her eyes. What if someone had seen and reported them to the school? What would happen to her, what would happen to Jude? She would never get another job like this. Having been part of an elite company in the military landed her this job. Protecting males was one of the most prestigious jobs in the security sector, only bodyguards protecting prominent futas or their males got payed more. If word got out the only guard jobs she'd be able to get was those protecting underground warehouses and parking lots. She liked her life at the school, watching over the boys. She felt the softness of Judes rump and realised he was still holding her cock within his hands. She pushed him away, too hard, and Jude lost balance and fell face forward.

"S-sorry Jude I didn't mean to, are you all right... EHH?!" when Jude fell his tights got pulled down so that the upper half of his butt showed. He looked back at Chris, ass raised in her direction and eyes alight with an inviting glow.

"No, no, no. I-i-i-i-i ca- i c-c-c-c-can't. I..." Chris tugged at her hair and let out a shriek, "AAAIIIIEEEH!" then turned and sprinted away into the forest, cock still outside and flapping around.

Bolivar, who'd followed their actions with interest, looked at her with a befuddled expression, then turned back to Jude as if to say sorry for her strange behaviour before he trudged after his colleague.