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A Fox Cub's Curiosity

© Cederwyn Whitefurr

1st November, 2002

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With a yawn, the young male canid put down the playstation controller and rubbed his eyes blearily. Glancing at the clock he sighed, then rose and smoothed down his soft russet fur, and shut down the television. His triangular ears drooped as he yawned again and wandered into the kitchen, whence he procured a cool drink and downed it swiftly. He was home alone, for the first time in his young life - and although the clock had just reached nine-thirty, he was exhausted.

"Home by myself for once - and I've got nothing to do..." He muttered as he stifled another yawn and placed his glass in the sink.

Ideas of looking for his father's collection of 'Mature Fox' books surfaced in his

mind, and a mischievous gleam lit up his jade green eyes. He giggled and fled up the stairs, his thick tail bristling with anticipation and mischievousness. This was short lived, as despite a hurried search of all the likely places he could think of, he failed to turn up anything other than old copies of lifestyle magazines.

"Crap on it - " He grumbled, and then shuddered and a nervous titter escaped him, as he glanced hurriedly around.

Scratching the back of his head, he settled for a relaxing bath, and as it filled, he sat on the edge of it and sighed softly, the endorphin rush rapidly diminishing.

"There's got to be something I can do!" He sniffed. "A young male fox has got to do what he's got to do - "

Returning to his bedroom, he giggled nervously and dug through his closet, scattering sporting equipment, old clothes and magazines, as he hunted for the object of his attentions. With a grunt and a soft squeal of alarm, he was promptly buried under a mountain of old washing, but when he dug himself free from it, he clutched a long cylindrical shaft, with a tapered end. Holding it in his trembling paws, he giggled nervously and his furtive gaze swept the room, ears pricked up and swivelling for the slightest noise.

He had taken this item from a young female racoon's cabin last school camp - and he'd kept it, the scent that was impregnated on it still present, and it sent a sharp quiver of pleasure through his body. He had wondered what it was for, but hearing other, older and much more experienced males talking, he soon learned what the device was for. Well - what females used it for anyways. Giggling nervously, he ran back to the bathroom and hurriedly slammed the door, and then he locked the bathroom door and giggled again.

Holding the device in his paws, he held it to his nose and inhaled deeply, feeling the smell of the racoon enflaming his senses and giving rise to a growing bulge in his pants. He turned off the taps and shed his clothes, before immersing himself in the water and moaning in delight, his paws softly caressing his swelling sheath. As a thought, he seized the device and looked at it, then flicked the small switch, and he squealed in surprise as it began vibrating in his paws. With a squeal, he fumbled it, only by chance knocking it out of the bath and having it land on the floor, where it buzzed against the tiled floor. Hesitantly, he retrieved it and switched it off, and giggled nervously, then sprawled back in the bath, letting the warm water relax him.

*

An hour and a half later, feeling refreshed and relaxed, he dried himself off and retrieved the fallen device and returned to his bedroom, where he sat on the edge of his bed, and ran his paws over the device, shivering with curiosity and wonderment. Beside him on the bed was a large well loved horse plush, that only in the past year, had he been secretly using to relieve his 'frustrations'. He'd heard about such things from other boys, whom of course all denied it - and had claimed to have 'outgrown' having stuffed toys. Giggling, the young fox lay back and pulled the horse over to him, his black paws stroking the mane and ears thoughtfully, as his sheath began to

swell once again, and this time, he gave in to his pleasures and lay the horse back down, and began gently rubbing and stroking his swiftly firming sheath.

Each caress send shocks of pleasure through his body, as he intentionally massaged the fox-cock within the sheath, squirming in delicious pleasure - then gasping as the sheath could no longer hold the growing male-hood back, and it slipped down, assisted gently by the panting young fox's paw. Shivering in delight, he quickly began stroking his member, the soft fur caressing the quivering male-hood with more and more eagerness, as the sensations of his masturbation made him writhe in ecstasy.

Quickly, he rolled over and knelt on paw and knee, and looked down at his horse plushie, manoeuvring it beneath him, and he frowned, then retrieved the vibrator and turned it on, then pressed the thick end into the velvet lined slit he'd sewn into the plush's rump, under the tail. Holding the vibrating device in his paw, he giggled and pressed it under his furred scrotum, then gasped as the vibrations took him to new heights of unknown pleasure.

His scrotum being well massaged and his paws working his male-hood vigorously, the young fox was in raptures, his entire body twisting and trembling as he masturbated faster and faster, rocking himself against the horse plush. Curiosity overcame him, and lathering his paw in some non-allergenic hand cream, he lathered under his tail and quivered, as he positioned himself over the vibrator and slowly lowered himself down. At first, he feared it'd be impossible to do what he was trying, as the sharp pain of the attempted mounting of it seemed to be too difficult.

Whimpering softly, he paused, feeling his tight sphincter being slowly stretched, then with a high pitched yelp, he pressed downwards and the vibrator pressed itself up inside him. Instantly, his reaction was to clench his muscles, and hot salty tears sprang from his eyes, as his tail-hole felt as if it were on fire. Gasping and panting, he gripped his paws into the forelegs of his horse plush and moaned, slowly relaxing and feeling the vibrator sending his pulses through his body - but what soon became apparent, was the pleasure that quickly overcame the pain of the mounting - as it pressed itself even deeper, then the vibrations began pulsing through his prostate.

With a gasp, the young male fox trembled and began rocking softly, sliding himself back and forth against the horse, his paws grasping his member and resuming their vigorous caressing of his now violently twitching fox-cock. He masturbated himself enthusiastically, pressing back and forth against the horse, as he paws worked his member, the sensations inside him swiftly bringing him to orgasm.

He bent his head down against his chest, as a tight thrust against his paws sent a blast of canid pleasure roaring through him, and he blinked and yipped as his member erupted in his paws, the hot sticky semen spurting over them and onto his belly, chest and muzzle. His anal passage instinctively gripped the vibrator tight, pressing it hard against his prostrate as he writhed in the release of his orgasm, feeling wave after wave of nauseating dizziness consuming him, as he continued to come, the semen spattering his paws, belly, chest and muzzle.

When at last the tumultuous orgasm had finally ceased and his member began softening, he blinked and looked at his spattered paws, smelling the strong musky odour of his sweat and semen combined. Grunting softly, he pushed against the horse plush, and with a soft pop, dismounted the vibrator from within him, feeling his sphincter twitching and trembling. Gasping, he could barely hold himself upright, as he licked his dry lips, then coughed, as he tasted the salty semen.

Giggling nervously, he rolled off the horse plush and being mindful of the mess he was in, hurriedly snatched a handtowel he kept under his bed and tried ineffectually to wipe the semen off his fur - only succeeding in smothering it into the fur and sticking it down in clumps. Panting, he smiled weakly and hurriedly disengaged the vibrator and cleaned it off, before hiding it under his mattress - then running to the bathroom and vigorously washing himself off, until he was sure he was clean.

Yawning, he returned to his bedroom and lay back down, rubbing his sheath against the soft, fox-sweat dampened horse plush, and he groaned in pleasure, before he stretched and closed his eyes - then slept....

*

His parents stood beside his bed, his mothers old, greying muzzle creased in a frown as her sense of smell detected the strong odour of the young fox's sweat and semen, and she sighed quietly, then tucked him into his bed and kissed his furred cheek softly.

His father hid the small smile that touched the corner of his lips, as he too smelt the strong scents and he laid his paw on his wife's shoulders.

"Our son is growing up - " She sighed.

"Indeed he is my mate - " He replied. "I'll have to have a talk with our young cub tomorrow."

Nodding, she left the room and walked down the hallway, as he stood there a moment longer, then frowned, as his more sensitive nose detected the scent of something more - alluring. Gently, he reached down and brushed his paw lightly across his son's tail, and instinctively, the sleeping young male fox moved his tail away, and his father saw the sticky fur under the tail - fur the young fox had forgotten to clean.

"Indeed - I'll be having a talk with you tomorrow son - there is much we need to discuss - and I do not mean you just discovering you're growing up...."

In his sleep, the young fox twitched and murmured and snuggled in tighter to his horse, a look of pleasure on his furred snout.

END