It was a beautiful spring morning.  Not that it mattered to the wayward foxkit as he got up from his bed and streched.  He simply didn't have the time to do so, every day he wasn't There was one to have for himself.  Tidying up his room (which was a mess), as well as his kitchen (which was unused), and the area around his doorway (which nobody used but him), then threw off his nightclothes and went outside.  Unlike his house of a burrow under a tree, which seemed to have a natural refrigerant hidden, the air outside was warm and a little humid.  Jumping up, he did a quick search around the tree that so long protected his home here, riddled with claw marks and what was once a tire swing, all to check if he was being followed, and possibly find that cooling mechanisim.  Finding neither, he landed on all four paws and scampered as quickly and quietly as he could deeper into the forest, to a place he- and only he- knew about.
But of course, in this forest, 'sneaking off' and 'being stalked' went hand in hand and that was the case as a dark blue and white spotted bunny went after him, much older than the kit.  Perhaps the fox could have heard her, if not for the sounds of the natural birds.  Perhaps he could have seen her, if he looked back for a second.  Perhaps he could have scented her, if his own scent weren't overpowering his poor nose.
Either way, the two reached a clearing, the bunbun close behind, where the trees were kind enough to have a decent amount of light.  Exhausted from that short run, the kit lay at the center of the clearing, basking in the soft rays of the sun at those early hours.  The kit could have been any other four year cub in Yutavera, just relaxing on a spring day, not caring about anything at all.
But he was from There, and habits transfer easily from There.
And true to it, once the kit regained his breath, he seperated his thick groinfur and began to paw himself off eagerly.  At this point, the bunbun crept up on the kit.
-Hello there, child,- she murmured.  Startled, the kit tumbled away in the manner that only children can and ran to the edge of the clearing, hiding behind a tree.  With that, she sat down and kept silent where she was, trying to look as harmless as possible, paws up.  -Don't worry, I'm not one to hurt cubs,- she promised, her eyes closed.  Curiosity took over as he slowly padded over back to the center of the clearing.  It wasn't a few pawsteps until he was looking right at her.  Opening her arms, he paused before getting in her lap.  Brushing aside his groinfur once more, his kitcock sprang to attention, making him blush, but she shushed him.  "It's alright, Secondblood."  He flinched at the mention of the word, but his worry disappeared as she began to stroke his sack.  A wave of pleasure rippled through him, better than what he could do on his own.  The best part seemed to be it just wouldn't stop, her deliberate movements seemed to drag on forever, making him sweat heavily even in the mildly humid air.  Five minutes dragged by for the poor kit before he realized he hadn't gotten off yet- and the way she was doing it, he might not for a while.  This realization wedged in his mind, he squirmed, trying to get his paws in the action, but she batted his paws away, then picked the squirming kit up by the armpits.  -You're coming with me, Secondblood,- she said and with much protesting by the kit took him to her house in the forest.
It was about this time that the kit realized how beautiful the morning was.