A/N: Mild lemon. Solo.

Ueda who held the nagual by the arm mostly to help hold up her shaky form, but also to get her out of the building. If he was leaving, so was she. He couldn't let her remain inside. He stopped with her when he saw the fox in his humanoid form. The boy was as naked as the day he was born and he didn't even seem to realize it despite the chill in the night air. His eyes were only on Ueda and the woman.

The panther's eyes widened when he noticed the boy's were glowing red. The teen probably didn't even know his youkai was nearly out f control, and Ueda didn't think it wise to mess with an erratic young male when his senses and battle abilities were lowered.

"Let her go now, or I'll kill you." The boy's voice growled out.

Fine by him. He released his grasp on her arm, and she slumped to the ground with a quick sigh. The boy's eyes seemed to clear in an instant as he rushed to the bent form. The panther remained still, allowing the fox to handle things as he might. He was territorial over the woman.

The boy helped her up, and she seemed to better gather her feet beneath her this time. She stood on her own with little help from Shippo, occasionally placing her hand out to his shoulder for support. Ueda thought she looked dazed—perhaps dizzy. As if she had been struck across the head. He hoped the boy didn't assume he'd caused this behavior.

Glancing back to the smaller male, the black panther slumped his shoulders and blew a small stray lock of hair out of his face. Yep, the kid was glaring him down. No red in his eyes, but the intention was for a fight. His stance was stiff with his feet wide. The older youkai looked at the younger fox and held back a small chuckle. He figured he knew what would prevent an attack.

Clearing his throat, Ueda smiled at the boy. "I'd fight you, but I would recommend tucking that in first." He gestured with his eyes between Shippo's legs.

The boy looked perplexed for a moment before looking for himself at the object of the panther's joyful gaze. What was just a bundle of red hair trailing down his back initially, soon became a full body blush as the boy turned and leapt into a string of shrubs close by. Ueda couldn't help but voice his laughter this time. The boy's rear end was even rosy.

The young woman to his side seemed to pull from her daze long enough to watch the boy bound into the brush with that fun color of red covering his skin. The panther watched from the corner of his eye as she covered her mouth and held back her own fit of laughter. His lips quirked in a faint upward pull before he got a hold of himself. Sumi breathed in then took a few steps forward and peered into the brush. Coming nose to nose with the young fox youkai, she felt the warm expression flood her face without her consent.

"I left my clothes behind." The boy's hands were cupped over his privates, but nothing could hide the full body flush that remained.

She nodded, pretty much understanding his meaning, then pointed behind her toward the cell.

The young one shook his head and cast his eyes away from her. "That doesn't normally happen when I transform."

Again she nodded, not knowing the words to tell him it was expected with her way.

The dark male behind the two announced that he would go back and retrieve the garments the boy had left. With a turn of his wide shoulders, the others watched as disappeared back into the building. It was then Sumi reached her hand out and touched Shippo on the cheek. She nodded to the man who just left their sight and smiled softly.

"Not hurt. No hurt."

The red haired male nodded that he understood, though he still looked very unsure of the creature who had been their captor only minutes before. Her hand moved from his cheek to the soft point of his ear and rubbed gently. The blush that had been leaving his face darkened intensely, and he pulled his head out of her reach without looking her in the eye. "Don't. Ugh, it's too much."

She raised an eyebrow at him, worrying she might have hurt him.

He winced and ducked further into the brush where she could no longer see any sign of his form but reflections of pale skin in the slight moonlight. "You—it's your breath again."

The nagual had not yet learned that word, but she hopped he wasn't disgusted by what she had done to him—leaving him without his clothes. It happened to her so often, she usually forgot the modesty of others.

Turning her head in the direction of where the panther had gone, she studied their surroundings. A small clearing in a dense wooded area. There was no keep, no castle, and no village. It was like the prison was built to be as far from anything civilized as it could. She vaguely wondered if that was because of who was normally kept there, or because of the person holding them. The dark figure once again emerged from the slightly descending entrance which took the structure about halfway below ground. She had no clue where they were, and she hopped this new alley would.

She sniffed at the air, then suddenly turned her whole body in the direction where Shippo had been. The boy was no longer there at all. She sniffed and tried to pick up a trail, but unfortunately could not. In her other form she could perform such a feat, but she couldn't pull herself together enough to accomplish that anymore. She restrained an irritated growl at this. Perhaps the panther could track.

Running up to the tall being, she pointed to the forest outskirts where Shippo had been hiding moments before. "Gone." She said this empathetically hoping he would understand. He glanced to where she gestured and held up the clothing he'd retrieved for the boy.

"Yes?"

She shook her head and grabbed his hand with astonishing little fear in his opinion. He allowed her to guide him to the boy.

Shippo couldn't help it. It was like that first day he'd met her in beast form all over again. Only now, he knew her and had experienced that scent. Gods! It was like he was a drug addict, this high all the more potetent. She must not have realized what she did, because she'd be insane to do it at a time like this when they needed to get moving.

Shippo glanced down at his very hard member and clenched his teeth. There would be no moving for him until he took care of this problem. He'd barely made it to the stream, his legs were so stiff with need it was ridiculous. Normally, he'd get dressed, tuck it away and deal with it later. But tonight—oh tonight it was impossible. It was like his nerves were causing spasms throughout his muscles, especially in his lower half. He'd jerkily made it to his current spot, and now that he'd sat, leaning against a rock, he felt nearly paralysis from tension. His legs were so hard his hip joints refused to move, frozen in a forward position so that he looked as if he'd been stuck in mid-thrust. He blushed in embarrassment even though no one was there to see it.

It had to be done, and it had to be done quickly. There was no other way. The teen looked down at himself, the auburn hair curling around his privates not yet very thick, but the glands themselves fully matured. He reached his hand down and over his shaft, wrist almost as tight as his hips he could hardly bend it to relieve himself. He hissed as skin touched skin and he spent no time fondling or playing around. He took a brief second to catch his breath and fill his lungs, and then began pumping himself with blindingly fast strokes.

He felt his jaw locking in an open position, his eyes pressing shut at the feeling. He'd never done this before. He normally took his time, but there was no time, and within minutes he could feel the spiking ripples through his chest, down his gut, and into his hips—which now seemed able to move fluidly. There was a sound coming from somewhere close by, but he could barely hear it over his pounding chest.

He thought about her—he knew it was the only way, but he'd also grown used to the idea. He'd touched her before—maybe only in a dream, but he remembered the feel of soft skin. He could feel it under his free hand as the other nearly burned him in friction. Sumi was probably the most lovely female he'd met and it was no stretch to imagine her when he came, realizing the sound he'd been hearing faintly before had been himself grunting and panting with full vocals.

He came with a hard jerk to the gut and a loud cry into the night. A small droplet landed squarely on the tip of his nose, and he could faintly thank nature for keeping it out of his mouth. He pulsed, his body jerking all over at the feel, his hips bucking to completion. The red haired male closed his eyes and his body turned to liquid and nearly melted into the sandy earth as felt all the spasms end. Shippo hummed to himself and allowed the remains of the blood pounding into his ears to soften and slow to the softer beat of his heart. Without warning, he expelled a small giggle and stretched his back out, arching up, then settling down. He'd never felt so loose.

The young woman watched from behind a tree, grateful Ueda—that was his name, Ueda—hadn't followed her, but split off to find the boy on his own. She knew this was her fault at the way the red head had seemed nearly paralyzed at the commencement of it, and she also knew he had to get it out. She didn't have to watch though, that much she could not justify. She'd stayed initially to keep the panther from walking in on the boy in an embarrassing situation, but she didn't have to watch.

She had, though, and no matter how normal it was to her, it was excited because it was Shippo. She flushed as she heard him voice odd words that were perhaps not even fully completed words at all—not that'd she know. Her hand shook and she retained her control as he began to buck his hips as his head fell back and his mouth wide. She wanted to join—it was her nature—her own mating pheromones had caused this involuntarily, so her beast wanted the boy. It was difficult to keep her body behind the tree trunk, clutching into the bark with her dark claws.

He'd never let it dictate her before and she certainly wouldn't now—especially not with such a young boy. He was nearly a kitten after all, and she wouldn't do that to him or herself. She was certain she couldn't breed with her current body weight, but a connection was made with sex. A promise. She knew foxes often had only the one mate once chosen, and her kind might vary more, but she'd never compromised herself. She'd never fallen prey to her beast but the one time.

She growled and dragged her claws against the tree—shame, it didn't deserve that. She turned away and allowed him a moment to recover after his seed had landed on his nose—a rater cute moment she had to admit. She bit her bottom lip with her fangs and forced her crotch to calm. She would not bed Shippo, and she would certainly not mate him. She had things to finish, and she wanted to go home.