Feuding Scouts

Jack tossed and turned in his bed, the young canine nearly falling off of the mattress in his restless sleep. His fluffy tail whacked against his blanket, his excitement for the upcoming day not halted even by his slumber. He finally bolted up, shaking his head and sluggishly glancing around his room as he rubbed his sleepy eyes, taking a moment to properly wake up, only the tiniest sliver of the sun just barely visible above the early morning sky. He quickly grabbed the alarm clock from his nightstand with both paws and squinted close at it, his tail going nuclear and a big smile spreading onto his muzzle as he realised it was finally late enough for him to get out of bed. His alarm was still several hours away from ringing, but on that day Jack wanted to be out of bed nice and early to let him properly prepare. He set the clock back before rolling out from under his covers, nearly ripping his pyjamas into pieces as he struggled to get it off as fast as possible, revealing his pale blue fur and his small sheath, his coat wet with the sweat of rolling around in bed for the whole night. He grabbed a towel from his closet and sprinted into the bathroom, tossing the towel aside and diving into the shower, cranking it on and grimacing slightly as the cold water hit his hide, the cub usually preferring a nice and warm shower but wanting to shake off all the drags of sleepiness that morning. He washed himself as quickly as he could, his fur dripping wet as he stepped out and wrapped himself in the towel, running back out of the bathroom. His mother appeared in the hallway, opening the door of her room, dressed in a morning gown, black bags under her eyes as she stared at the boy, 
"Wha… how early is it? What are you doing up at this time, the sun isn't even out yet, Jack!" 
"Oh, morning mom! I just wanted to… you know… get a nice start… to my day…" 
He smiled up at her, his wet ears flopping around as she sighed and facepalmed, 
"This is about that boy scouts thing, isn't it?" 
Looking slightly sheepish, the cub nodded his head, getting another sigh from his mother, 
"Sweetie, that isn't until after your school day. Why the heck would you get up this early for that!?" 
"Well, I wanted to make sure that my uniform was nice and proper before I go out in it, and…" 
"Honey…" 
"Yeah mom?" 
"You're not saying that you're gonna wear the uniform TO school today, are you?" 
"Yeah!" 
The mother's tail hit the floor as she groaned and started wordlessly walking down the stairs, hoping that a cup of coffee or ten might ease her into that morning. 

The young canine spent the next ten minutes trying to argue to his mom why exactly he needed to be in uniform for the whole day rather than simply changing into it after school, 
"... so that way, I'm not gonna need to walk all the way back here after my final class, I can just go straight to the boy scout's offices and get my cart from there." 
"Is it really THAT important, do you really want to go through all of this to spend a few extra minutes selling popcorn out on the street?" 
"Mom, it's not just about selling the popcorn! I need to get that patch, and I'm thinking that this'll save me like twenty minutes, which is enough for at least ten extra sales! Those ten sales could very well be the difference between getting the patch, or needing to wait for almost a year to try again!"
"Alright, alright, you can go to school in the uniform, fine…" 
Jack jumped and pumped his fist, celebrating for just a moment before twirling around and scampering out of the kitchen, heading upstairs, his mother yelling after him, 
"But that doesn't mean you get to leave before you eat some breakfast! And brush your teeth!" 
Deaf to his parent's words, the cub ran like the wind, sprinting upstairs and barrelling into his room, kicking the door out of the way. He stood before his closet for a moment, his hand nearly shaking as he reached for the handle, sliding the door open. Hanging all on it's own in the middle of the rack was Jack's boy scouts uniform: his tan shirt and his dark green shorts. He felt like the uniform was a part of him, always feeling happy whenever wearing it no matter how sad he had been beforehand. But his absolute favourite part of the whole ensemble hung from the right shoulder of the clothes hanger, a green sash with all of the patches he had earned sewn onto it. Jack had always been a competitive kid, pushing his hardest on the field when playing soccer and football with his friends, but he had found his true calling with the boy scouts. Each patch that he was able to sow onto his sash with his own hands made him feel just a little bit more like a true man, his collection quickly growing until nearly the entirety of the green cloth was covered, the boy missing only a handful of patches until he had earned them all. Today would be the day that he could earn one of those, and he would not let anything or anyone stand in his way. 

Mabel sat in the front row of the class with her back perfectly straight, a proud smile on her face as she gently adjusted the green beret sitting atop her head, the pastel pink cat very glad to show off her girl scout uniform. She had on a lavender shirt and a green dress going down to her knees, both ironed to absolute perfection, not a single wrinkle on them after a long day of school. The cherry on top of the prideful cake was her pride and joy: her sash, the brown cloth slung over her left shoulder, a smattering of all kinds of patches already sewn onto it, the cub in danger of running out of places to stitch more of them on. In fact, she was nearly completely done with her task of collecting every single patch available to her, the thought getting one step closer on that very day making her brim with joy, her first puffing up and her eyes closing as she imagined herself receiving it, a few of her classmates staring at her funny as she began quietly purring at her own thoughts. The voice of her teacher woke her up to the moment at hand, Mabel quickly glancing all around her and noticing the stares she was getting. She simply grinned and puffed up her chest, the gazes obviously just either kids that were jealous of her or kids that were amazed of her. Out the corner of her eye she could spot the classroom clock, the hour hand getting dangerously close to three, the girl feeling her heart skip a beat as she focused her attention on the clock. In just a few moments, the final class of the day would end and she could get out of the place, finally getting to the moment she had been waiting for since the last four months. She held her breath as the seconds ticked on, the minute hand rolling ahead as she felt her legs tensing up, her hands gripping at her books until she was white in the knuckles. At the exact moment that the bell rung, Mabel threw her books and pencils into her backpack and grabbed it up, pouncing out of her seat and sprinting towards the door to the hallway like a cheetah, the sights and people around her changing into one big blur as she sprinted out of the school. 

Running through the parks and streets, Mabel panted, her eyes filled with pure determination, her tail keeping balance as she dashed through the trees and dodged any other pedestrians while going towards her destination in the shortest possible path, the feline having spent nearly the entirety of last week thinking of ways of cutting down even a handful of seconds. She was out of breath but didn't want to show it as she came to a stop in front of the girl scouts headquarters, looking down to hide her panting as she marched through to the back rooms, several carts already lined up and waiting for the girl scouts to come and collect them. She grabbed the first cart of the line, making sure it was brimming with all the different kinds of cookies before pushing it out, her feet tapping on the ground as the wheels spun faster and faster. She had a specific destination in mind, the end result of several days worth of painstaking research and scouting, the best place in town if you wanted to have the maximum amount of eyes on you. It only took Mabel a handful of minutes before she was rolling her cart up to the entrance of the local mall, the only mall in the entire town. On a Friday evening, it was guaranteed that nearly every person in the city would be walking through that entrance, looking to do some shopping to relax and start off the weekend on the right foot, and the girl wanted to be there to maximise her sales. She stopped her cart only a few inches away from the doors, opening up the different drawers and shelves to reveal her bounty of snacks, fishing out her homemade signs to advertise her cookies. She sighed and dusted off her hands, the job was practically done already, now all she needed to do was to wait and let the sales roll in. She turned around, her eyes nearly bulging out of her head as she noticed another kid setting up a sales stand on the other side of the entrance, only about five feet between the two carts, the other cub a boy scout, his head topped with a cap and a red neckerchief tied around his neck, his sash around his right shoulder. The cat stumbled back, almost knocking her stand over as she recoiled in horror: this could not stand! 

Mabel cleared her throat loudly as the boy fluffed up his popcorn cart, making sure the signage he had drawn up himself was nicely visible to all of the people both coming in and going out, the girl's ire going completely unnoticed by him. She groaned and rolled her eyes, straightening her baret before yelling at him, 
"Hey, scout boy!" 
He twirled around in a jolt, almost tripping over his cart, the sudden appearance of a girl scout catching him completely by surprise, even if the two had already been setting up their stands literally side by side for the last ten minutes. She continued with her annoyed tone, 
"Get your own spot and stop trying to copy your betters!" 
Jack stood in shock for just a moment before putting on his game face, stomping his foot down for added effect, 
"Copy? Me?! I've had this exact spot in mind for at least the last month! You're the one copying me! I knew you girl scout divas were dirty, but trying to poach my customers is just going too far!" 
"Nuh-uh!"
"Yeah!" 
"Prove it!" 
"No, you prove it!" 
As the two bickered, a bird carrying two bags stepped out of the mall, his pleasant walk stopped as the fighting cubs stood directly in his way. He leaned down slightly, a smile on his face, 
"Oh, excuse me scouts, I'm just coming through here if you don't mind…" 
The pair both had the same idea at the exact same time, both reaching for their carts as Jack grabbed a bag of freshly popped popcorn and Mabel wrapped her mitts on a box of mint cookies, the duo shoving the products into the avian's face and yelling at him simultaneously, their words mixing into a loud and incoherent mumble, 
"Buy my… the freshest… salty and sweet… you'll eat them all in one sitting… for just a few bucks… for a good cause!" 
The bird's head bounced back and forth as he did his best to follow both of the cubs' arguments, the kids eventually focusing their energy on each other rather than him, the cat shoving the baked goods into Jack's face, 
"These are at least ten times as good as your stupid popcorn!" 
"Oh yeah!? Well my wonderfully buttery popcorn is more than a hundred times better than your cookies! I mean, you can buy cookies from anywhere, but microwave popcorn isn't anywhere near as good as the fresh stuff!" 
"You can't buy these cookies from the store, idiot!" 
"Fishbreath!" 
Having completely been forgotten about, the bird carefully sidestepped the sparring pair, whistling and quickly walking away in the hopes that maybe they wouldn't notice him leaving. 

Mabel spent a few more moments arguing with the boy scout before she suddenly noticed that their potential customer was hightailing it, running through the parking lot towards his car,
"Oh, good job you mutt! You just drove away my first customer!" 
The canine crossed his arms, 
"I think you meant to say MY first customer. And I didn't do anything wrong, that was all you."
"Hah, as if! I'm not some second rate cub scout like you are! I am the best girl scout in my whole group."
"Yeah, like that's an achievement."
He grabbed hold of her sash, pulling it towards his face to take a closer look at the patches, the feline screaming at him, 
"Take your dirty paws off of my sash!" 
"Look at this, haven't even earned your…" 
Jack paused for a moment as he scanned the colourful patches, hoping that he'd find at least one of them that he had but she didn't, coming up empty and stammering the rest of his sentence, 
"…uhh… knife… stabbing… patch!"
Mabel pushed him away, wrenching her green sash out of his hands, running her fingers over it to make sure he didn't damage or muddy it up in any way,
"That's not even a patch, you fleabag!" 
She brushed her sash gingerly before turning her attention to his, pushing her face right up against his chest, squinting at the sewn on patches, 
"I think these are all fake."
"They're not! You can go talk to scoutmaster Peterson, he'll tell you that each and every one of these is real, earned by me, with hard work!" 
Having concluded that both of them were veteran scouts, the cubs had to resort to some other angle of attack, their minds coming to the same plan nearly immediately. They both pointed at each other's clothes, yelling out in unison, 
"Your uniform sucks!" 
The kids' little tussle had attracted some attention, many of the people passing by turning their heads to watch the spectacle as the boy- and the girl scout fought, the two peering at one another with vicious stares. 

Jack huffed in annoyance, a gust of hot air shooting out of his nostrils and ruffling the cat's fur as she hissed at him, neither of the pair giving way and backing down. He intended to prove once and for all that he was the most loyal to the scouts, lifting his head and looking down at Mabel, 
"At least I've got my whole uniform right from the official scout's shops." 
"Yeah, so did I!" 
"Oh really? I bet you don't have scout's underwear, 'cause I do~!" 
She glanced away from the boy to hide her scowl, her eyes staring at the pavement as she cursed herself. She hadn't ever even heard of the underwear being part of a scout's uniform, whether it be a boy scout or a girl scout! She spent a few seconds in silence, thinking about it, remembering not even a single word of underwear being mentioned in the numerous catalogues and sites that she had read, her doubts about his claim beginning to grow, the canine grinning smugly as she turned back to him, 
"So, you got official boy scouts underwear?" 
"Mhm, the one and only!" 
"Prove it." 
"Wha…?" 
"Show them then."
"Oh… uhh… well… I don't really wanna… out here, you know. Not 'cause I don't have them! I do! I just…" 
As Jack stammered and muttered, trying to hide his blushing cheeks, Mabel grew impatient and ducked down, grabbing hold of his shorts and tugging them down to his ankles in one swift pull, leaving him in his tighty whities in front of about a dozen different people gathered all around, the cub freezing in place. She stared at the boy's half-naked crotch, his sheath peeking through the front of the briefs, the feline's face slowly turning from an annoyed frown into a winning grin as she snickered, pointing and laughing at him as he finally snapped to his current state, desperately trying to simultaneously pull his pants back up while covering his front and butt, 
"Hah! I knew you were just telling lies, you liar! Those definitely aren't any sort of scout's underwear!" 
The combination of his dazed state and the girl giggling at him made Jack's task of getting his shorts back on slightly difficult, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he abandoned the task. 

Completely lost in her laughter, her eyes closed as she gasped for air between fits of uncontrollable snickering, Mabel didn't see the determined look to get revenge on the dog's face, Jack suddenly dividing down and grabbing onto the hem of her dress. She barely had enough time to open her eyes and glance down before her vision went completely dark, her dress pulled up and over her head, leaving her hissing and groaning as she scrambled around, her girly and glittery pink underwear causing the boy to crack a smile, 
"There, now we're even!" 
His grin only grew wider as he knelt down, kicking off his shorts completely, his own state of exposure not even a matter to him anymore, his mind completely engrossed on how best to one up the girl that had annoyed him. As Mabel still struggled to pull her dress down off of her face, the canine slipped his fingers down the sides of her panties and pulled the pair down to her knees, the cub letting out a sharp yelp as she suddenly felt a gust of cool air on her bare nethers. Jack giggled and looked up at her crotch, coming face to face with her pink pussy, his eyes widening slightly and his laughter stopping in its tracks, the boy silently staring at his first proper introduction to the female body. Taking advantage of his stunned state, Mabel yanked her dress down on top of him, trapping him between her thighs and forcefully wedging his muzzle right on top of her pussy lips. The people watching the kids from a distance didn't know whether to laugh, film the interaction for their own collection, or to walk away very quickly, the shoppers simply staring in awe at the bizarre confrontation of the two young scouts. The cat let out a loud moan as Jack tried to struggle and break free, his maw rolling and grinding against her sensitive slit and clit, her knees in danger of buckling down from her first experience with oral. She gripped the dog's head under her dress, trying to keep her balance but failing, falling down forwards and taking him down with her as the pair hit the pavement with a thud, both grunting from the soft impact. 

The fall had thrown and bunched Mabel's dress up onto her hips, her legs slightly spread apart as she grunted and tried to get back up, her nethers slick with both her own juices as well as the slobber from the dog's muzzle. Jack rubbed and shook his head, staggering up to his feet, licking his lips as he stared at the girl lying down in front of him, the recent turn of events causing his dick to slowly start stiffening up, a small bulge already appearing on the front of his underwear. Annoyed and angry at the blue canine, Mabel lurched up to grab at the band of his briefs, bringing them right down with her, his sheath and red tip showing off to both her as well as the several people that had gathered to gawk at the cubs. She poked her tongue out at him, jeering and mocking him as he looked down at his privates hanging out, 
"How's that for payback, you ugly mutt! In fact…" 
Sitting up, the cat grabbed onto his sash as he was still focused on his underwear, snatching it from him in one swift tug, his hands only barely missing catching it back as he noticed what was about to happen, Mabel flashing her fangs as she grinned, 
"... I think this is only fair~. You did stick your dirty nose down there, and left my fur dripping with your disgusting saliva."
She pushed the sash between her thighs, shoving the soft fabric inside of her pussy lips with a few fingers, her eyes closing and a quiet moan accidentally slipping from her mouth as she rubbed her cunt onto the boy's most valuable possession, her nectar soaking into it. Enraged, he immediately seized it, trying to pull it free of her hold, the young feline clutching onto it with both of her hands as well as holding it tight between her legs. Afraid that it might rip or otherwise be damaged if he continued the tug of war with it, Jack chose to get revenge rather than try to fight her directly, letting go of his sash and instead seizing hers with lighting speed, her heart nearly stopping as he held it above her head, just out of her reach, 
"Fine, if that's the game that you wanna play!" 
The boy wrapped the cloth around his cock, massaging and stroking his length, teasing his whole length and knot to finally slip free of his sheath as well as staining the sash with his precum, drops of the pre leaking through the fabric where his tip poked against it. 

Mabel bit the corner of her lip as she struggled not to whimper, the sash sliding up and down between her pussy lips, her eyes fixated on the boy standing above her, both cubs masturbating into each other's sashes. Jack was starting to get angry that his revenge wasn't getting anywhere, his tail twitching every time he gripped his knot. Taking another course of action, he suddenly jumped on top of the cat, his knees on either side of her hips to pin her down against the ground, her hands coming up against his chest to try and push him off. He held his ground, using her own sash to wrap around her wrists, quickly tying them together with a simple knot he had learned in the boy scouts before forcing her arms above her head. Even though the entirety of his sexual knowledge only contained basic masturbation, Jack's male instincts guided him as his dick rested against the girl's mound, knowing in the back of his head that this would be the way to truly prevail over the annoying little brat. With both of his hands only barely able to keep her still and down, the feline constantly struggling and kicking at him, he clumsily thrust his cock at her nethers, his tip glancing off of her slit and sliding all around, poking at her belly and her thighs as he tried his best to finally get it inside. Eventually, after a few minutes of blind prodding, he felt the head of his red rocket enter something incredibly soft and warm, Mabel's muzzle left open as she huffed, her wriggling stopping for a moment while both kids groaned in unison. The boy pushed himself deeper inside of her pussy, the feeling of her wet and slimy walls gliding across his shaft almost making him pass out from the pure pleasure alone, his tail wagging in excitement. The cat's cunt closed around his length in rolling waves, every one making his eyes close and his whole body tense up, a few drops of drool spilling onto her chest from the dog's drooping open maw. 

Mabel noticed a golden opportunity to take control of the situation as the young boy on top of her groaned and panted, a sly grin on her face as she quickly slipped her arms free of Jack's hold and looped them around his head, the sash tied around her wrists helping her heave him off to the side as he yelped in surprise. She rolled along with him, the canine's cock lodged in her slit the whole time. He grunted from a mixture of pain, from being thrown onto the hard ground, and spine tingling euphoria, from his length suddenly plunging even deeper into the steamy and slippery depths. He opened his eyes to see Mabel sitting on top of his crotch, her tongue sticking out at him as she slowly gyrated her hips, the weight of her body driving his dick deeper inside of her than he could get it with simple thrusts while simultaneously trying to keep the cat down. She didn't even have a hand on him to keep him pinned, because she knew she didn't have a need for that: Jack was about to get up and put her back in her place, when she clenched her nethers and moved her hips down, her pussy lips just barely kissing his knot. He roared ecstasy, his back arching to try and thrust his rod further up inside of the warmth that he needed more of, all plans of struggling to get free from the feline's clutches suddenly taking a back seat as the boy fell back down against the pavement. She nimbly plucked apart the knot tying her hands together, gently setting her own sash on the ground and reaching for his own, balling it up with a wide smirk. She pried the dog's muzzle apart with one hand, holding it open as she stuffed the sash inside, gagging him and muffling his moans as she rode him. 

Even though just the slightest of movements or jerks from the young girl sent Jack into a fit of nearly uncontrollable frenzy of lust, he still tried to fight back to regain his dominant position, his hands against Mabel's chest, trying to push her off and half-accidentally also fondling her small tits. She wasn't about to give her winning spot away that easily however, keeping the boy's maw silenced with his own sash as she fucked him, hopping up and down on his cock, small gasps and sighs of pleasure occasionally escaping her own mouth no matter how much she tried to keep her poker face. The insolent little runt had started it, so now she'd have to finish it, with her on top of course! Anything else would be an admittance of the dog's superiority over her, and that was something that Mabel simply could not allow to happen. She increased her speed and the depth of her strokes, his shaft itching all sorts of itches that she didn't even know she had, her juices leaking all over his crotch and belly, soaking up onto his shirt. Jack whimpered and bit down into his own sash, his spit leaking down the sides of his mouth as he panted, a sensation of pressure quickly building up deep in his belly. He felt completely helpless, nearly admitting defeat and going limp under her, letting the cat ride him to completion before slinking away in shame and allowing her to keep her prime spot. But just as he was on the verge of giving up, the dog felt her once again glancing her slick pussy lips against his throbbing knot, a laboured grin coming onto the sweaty canine's face as he had an idea to even the playing ground. Building up all of his strength, he grabbed onto Mabel's sides with both hands and threw his hips up with everything he had, abruptly popping his knot inside of her cunt. She threw her head back and yelled, her whole body shaking as she orgasmed, her mound stretched to the limits, high pressure squirts of her sweet juices escaping from under the knot. Quickly whipping the cat to the side while she was weak, the boy managed to roll her onto her side, both cubs holding onto each other tightly. The knotting broke his dam as well, his balls pulling close to him as a rush of cum filled up her depths, the tying keeping his load safely contained in her canal and womb as he groaned and howled. 

The two young kids lied side by side on the pavement, neither having the energy to get on top of the other, their intimate battle for domination ending in a complete stalemate. Mabel opened her eyes and tried to move away from the dog, his knot pulling at her tight walls, causing the pair both to moan, their nethers still very sensitive from their recent orgasms. Jack lifted his head up slightly, the fact that they were still lying in the middle of a very public area finally popping into his mind, the boy finding several pairs of eyes staring back at him. A whole crowd of people were standing all around the duo, some taking a few choice snapshots of the cubs while others just watched, the kids both glancing at the audience and then back at each other, their cheeks blushing. Mabel tried to pull her dress down slightly to cover up the knot she had tied to her slit, her voice shaky as she smiled awkwardly at the adults, 
"Can… can I interest you in some… cookies?" 
Jack pointed towards his cart, joining in on her impromptu sales pitch, 
"You could… balance the sweetness of those cookies with the saltiness of my freshly popped popcorn!" 
To the cubs' delight, many of the spectators began digging out their wallets, the scouts' little show seemingly having impressed them all.