"Girl scouts are better!"

"Nuh-uh, boy scouts are better!"

"Ugh...are they at it again?"

"...Yep. Just like yesterday, too..."

It was no secret to anyone who was part of either the Little Acorns Girls Scouts or the Wild Cubs Boy Scouts that there was no love lost between Kirsten and Preston, members of their respective scouting troupes. Both had a sense of superiority over the other that often led to them bickering and arguing, trying to prove that one troupe was better than the other in every possible way. Their competitive habits had, once upon a time, been something of a motivator for a lot of the other scouts of both organizations, and even the faculty had encouraged it...but nowadays, it was nothing but a nuisance.

The worst part was that they didn't even meet up that often-- in fact, the two troupes of young, adventurous cubs looking to learn how to do independent tasks only really met up once every season for a little get-together; the problem was that Kirsten and Preston lived on the same street, and so seeing each other had become a near regular occurrence, especially in the height of summer. What made matters worse was their mutual friends, who begrudgingly hung out with the both of them equally and, in some capacity, was forced to have the two competitive kids join them for one activity or another-- not by the mutual friend's own volitions, of course. In fact, Kirsten and Preston often insisted on coming, if only because it gave them the opportunity to argue with each other, as they did often. Kirsten had her own reasons for hanging out with boys more than girls, and it was predominantly to do with her competitive nature; she didn't make friends easily, especially when her interests didn't align with other girls, but since all four of them lived in the same street, she 'tolerated' them-- or maybe it was the other way around.

On that day, the two kids, along with 2 of their closest friends, were in the small treehouse belonging to one of the four-- or rather, Preston and Kirsten were for a brief moment, as the other two went to get refreshments. The two other kids in question were both boys, part of the Wild Cubs, and were roughly the same age as Preston; one, a fox named Alabaster or just 'Al', was a year younger, and the other, an Australian Shepherd by the name of Tyler, was the same age as both Kirsten and Preston at 10. It was purely coincidence that the three boys were all canines-- Preston himself being a blue-furred canine of hard-to-distinguish origin-- but that didn't make them any less of an individual. It was Al's treehouse they were all playing in-- he knew how to handle Preston if he got out of hand.

"You...!" Kirsten, a pink-furred feline with a short coat and angular features, pointed her finger at Preston before down at the ash that covered her body. All four of them were still dressed in their scout uniforms, but Al and Tyler had long since removed the overbearing, sometimes heavy sashes that had all their badges stitched or pinned upon them, as well as their usual travel satchels. Preston and Kirsten however, competitive as they were, would often wear them all day without ever taking them off, even if they were tired. The pink feline wordlessly ran a hand down the length of her sash, as if showing off her badges, and Preston in turn did the same. Al and Tyler couldn't be sure if either one knew they had essentially the same amount of badges or not, but their arguing wouldn't stop even if they did notice-- if anything, it'd make things worse.

"I have the most." Preston smugly puffed out his chest and Kirsten visibly ground her teeth.

"No you don't!" She argued. "Besides, I bet they're all sucky, icky badges like how many boogers you can eat!"

"No!" He argued back at her, sticking out his tongue. "They're things like sewing, and selling popcorn, and tying knots...things that girls could never do!"

"We sell cookies!" She exclaimed. "And we sell them a lot better than you!"

"Yeah, well, your sash looks stupid!" Preston pointed at her chest. "It's all narrow and that pink colour is gross."

"Better than puke green!" Kirsten scoffed. In comparison, Preston's sash was thicker than hurts, but honestly not by much-- barely a centimetre, if that. His was a dark forest green, whereas hers was a similar colour to hot pink, perhaps more of a 'sakura blossom' colour. Despite their equal amount of badges, her sash looked decidedly more dense thanks to the narrower fabric, its edges elegantly stitched. Both, however, were of near-identical length.

"Guys, please," Tyler groaned. "Can't you knock it off for one night? They're just sashes..."

"No!" The two competitive cubs shouted at Tyler in unison as they whipped their heads towards him, and the two briefly faltered at the realisation of how alike they were, before they both almost identically readjusted the caps atop their heads-- Kirsten's a slouched beret, and Preston's more akin to a baseball cap, both emblazoned with their troupe's logo.

"...Fine," Surprisingly, Kirsten was the first to relent, folding her arms and turning up her nose at her 'rival'. "We need to settle this, Weenie Cub, once and for all."

"Oh yeah? And how do you propose that, huh?!" Preston was immediately riled up by her flippant remark about his scout troupe and she smugly looked over at him, much to the annoyance of the boy across from her. The two other boys shared a nervous glance and sat in silence, watching and waiting.

"Well..." She began, momentarily lost in thought. "So there was a thing I remember that I heard my sister say. She said that being able to take more means that women are better than men."

"Take...more?" Preston frowned and the other two boys seemed confused too, for good reason-- to them, Kirsten was talking nonsense. The feline grinned wide, pleased that she knew something that they didn't.

"You've had sex education, right?" She said those words without skipping a beat, but the other boys tensed-- even Preston, who normally wouldn't. "I think it means to put stuff in your thingy. You know."

"But...we don't have a thingy," Tyler pointed out. "Only you do."

"Hmm..." Kirsten tapped her fingers against her adjacent arm, trying to think of a solution. "But you have butts, right? They said in sex education that people can put stuff in their butts."

"Uh..." Preston seemed wary, and the two other boys glanced to each other before to Preston, pursing their muzzles.

"What, you chicken?" Kirsten very easily provoked him and both Al and Tylar knew that Preston would rise to the bait. "It's okay, you can just admit that girl scouts are better."

"N-No, I'll do it!" Preston insisted, puffing out his chest and shooting her a confident look. "But...what are we gonna put in our butts?"

At first, Kirsten didn't reply, before she slowly turned her head towards the direction of Tyler and Al. The two boys nervously grimaced and Preston looked over at them as well, apparently getting an idea himself. A knowing smile spread across his muzzle and he nodded sagely, as Kirsten did the same-- the two much be on the same wavelength.

"Wait..." Tyler began awkwardly, but to his surprise the two bickering, competitive cubs scooted forwards, getting closer to the two. Al wasn't much of a talker but it was clear from his body language that he was feeling a little shy as they approached, despite the fact he'd known them for quite some time.

"C'mon!" Kirsten insisted. "This is to show who's better, you can't not help us!"

"Yeah!" Preston suddenly agreed with her, leaning forwards and teetering on his hands. "C'mon guys!"

"Uh..." Tyler didn't know what to say, but it was hard to turn them down. Before he could even respond, however, the two seemed confident that he would agree and relented, scooting backwards. The two of them glared at each other before Kirsten turned, starting to pop the button of her shorts, causing Al and Tyler's eyes to widen. Preston was surprisingly not paying much attention and instead reached for one of the bottles of cold that Al had brought up not that long ago. He downed half of the contents as if he was searching for some dutch courage, before he too began to loosen the button of his shorts. One thing that the two other cubs noticed was that neither of the two competitive kids were inclined to remove their tops, nor their sashes, though neither Tyler nor Al could understand why.

Kirsten was the first to wriggle out of her shorts, kicking them off her bare feet and letting them land unceremoniously across the room, wherein the three boys were greeted to the sight of her panties, white with no discernable pattern upon them. The mere thought of what lay beneath, however, had Tyler and Al flushing with embarrassment and Kirsten shot them a look before she removed the underwear in turn, slipping them past her flat-ish rump and off her ankles. She spread her legs and revealed herself for barely more than a few moments, enough for the two boys to catch sight of her supple little mound, before she closed her legs and turned her attention to Preston. It was clear that the blue-furred canine didn't care much for the sight of her pussy and instead focussed on undressing himself, quickly and with some effort removing his shorts and red briefs at the same time, worming them past his kicks and slipping them over his ankles, neatly folding them and placing them aside. 

As he turned, the cramped space of the treehouse made itself known in the most awkward way, for his shoulder and then inevitably his chest brushed with Kirsten's own as he turned-- it wasn't his intention, of course, but the treehouse was barely enough room for the four of them, especially when they had been undressed and stretching their legs out. For a brief moment their sashes rubbed against one another before Preston backed off, looking embarrassed as he turned his attention to Tyler and Al.

"So...?" Preston gestured to the other two boys who had, frankly, not even bothered to change. With some hesitation, they started to remove their garments, starting first with their shirts and then eventually their pants and underwear. Like Preston, both had colourful briefs, little sheaths and cute fuzzy balls, but it was clear the both of them were anxious-- though that wasn't surprising, given that it was likely their first time, for all parties involved. With a gesture, Kirsten encouraged them towards and then pointed down at the wooden floor beneath them.

"Lay down." She commanded, and the two boys knew better than to argue. They laid side by side, their hands down against their sides and their legs stretched out in front of them. Preston shot the girl a puzzled look and she frowned at him, before gesturing to the sheaths before her. She wordlessly crawled towards the closest cub to her, Tyler, and reached out, grasping his young sheath and stroking it back and forth without any kind of hesitation or lack of confidence. Tyler instinctively sucked in a breath and tensed as she worked his package, one hand steadying herself on the wood as the other slowly pumped his loins until the reddened tip of his tapering canine cock began to poke from his sheath, encouraged by her rhythmic movements and the pre-pubescent sensations of pleasure, which his body instinctively reacted to.

Preston grimaced at the sight but realised he'd lose the competition if he didn't participate, and so he awkwardly shuffled towards the boy a year younger than him, hesitating before he lowered his head towards the white-furred fox sheath. He grimaced as his fingers met with the slightly twitching fur and Al let out a quiet groan as Preston pulled the sheath back and gently stroked it. Unlike Tyler, however, Al's body reacted almost instantly to the touch and his member slid out from his sheath with ease, small and eager to grow. It pulsed to life rapidly and Al visibly squirmed, closing his eyes and clamping his muzzle shut as he tried not to let out little whimpers from the feeling.

Kirsten picked up the pace a little, until eventually, both the recipient cubs were at full mast, or at least what Kirsten and Preston perceived to be. It had taken some coaxing of their sheaths to get them to grow and a light tug or two to expose the knot, but it seemed like both of them were ready-- in that regard, the two scouts wasted no time. As if the two of them were in sync and knew what to do immediately, both of them swung their legs over their respective boy; Kirsten opted to rest on her knees, whereas Preston decided to squat, hovering his jiggling balls mere inches above Al's nervous frame, whilst Tyler enjoyed the sight of his twitching, 3-inch cock pressed up against the soft mound of the girl atop him. The two competitive kids exchanged a glance before they spat into their hands, working the spittle around the cocks before them, getting them lubed up for entry. Al squirmed as he did before, but Tyler merely grinned sheepishly-- he looked chuffed to be losing his virginity so early, but his hands also trembled with first-time jitters, scared for what may happen or what he may feel.

"Ready?" Kirsten asked, lifting herself up until the tapering tip met with her entrance, on the cusp of penetrating. Preston grunted in response, teetering and hovering above Al's cock as he struggled to hold it upright with a hand, the fox squirming the entire time. The two kids looked at each other, and after staring for a moment, nodded. In one fell swoop the two pushed down, taking their respective cocks in a single plunge-- Kirsten, of course, managed it a lot better than Preston, who had to take it in the ass, whereas she could simply slide the 3-inch cock right into her pussy-- there was discomfort on both sides however, to be sure.

At first, Preston winced, sucking in a breath as he pushed his ass down all the knot to that pulsing knot, though he didn't quite tie. It hurt a little to push all the way down and even the light wriggled he did to try and adjust didn't help to ease the discomfort he felt. He looked over to Kirsten, who was situated neatly and comfortably atop the member she had bowed down upon, and Tyler's thick knot pressed dangerously up against her entrance, eager to push into her. She seemed to be doing a lot better than him and even leant back to admire the sight and feeling, before glancing at Preston out the corner of her eye. Both cubs fumed silently when they realised it was more or less a draw-- they'd both taken the same amount, more or less.

"So you're not better." Preston smugly remarked and Kirsten stuck out her tongue.

"Neither are you!" She argued, and the canine honestly couldn't refute that point. He pouted and then an idea dawned upon him, enough to make him grin. Beneath them, Tyler and Al squirmed, clearly turned on and eager for more, but impatient due to the fact they'd stopped.

"Okay, fine!" Preston adjusted his cap confidently, his toes curling against the wood as he steadied himself, placing one hand upon Al's white-furred chest. "Then whoever can take the knot first wins. Got it?"

"You're on!" Kirsten glared and then pushed down, trying to force Tyler's knot into her-- but she struggled and grunted, and it didn't budge despite her efforts. She eventually relented when she realised it was a lot more difficult than just pushing herself down, and as she looked to the side, she understood that Preston already knew that-- rather than ram himself down onto Al's knotted cock, the blue-furred canine was instead starting to rise and fall, lifting himself from the member and then squatting himself back down onto the member, his squeezing ring bumping with the little 9-year-old knot each time. Al whimpered beneath him and tried to mumble something, but couldn't seem to find the words. Instead, he raised his hands and placed them on the canine's knees, simply holding onto him for emotional support. Preston's sash felt decidedly heavy as he moved, but he didn't let it weigh him down-- despite everything, he was eager to keep it on, as a symbol of his commitment to the competition.

"What, you didn't say we were allowed to do that!" Kirsten remarked at his movements as she looked down at Tyler. With a frown, Kirsten turned to Tyler and reached down, grabbing the canine's white-furred hands and placing them on her hips. 

"I thought you were smart!" Preston smirked, but his breathing was heavy and he winced ever so slightly with his movements. Kirsten fumed and steadied herself, glaring down at the canine beneath her. Tyler tilted his head in confusion, his floppy ears sagged back against the wood, and he hissed through his teeth as she rose up and started to gyrate on him, following Preston's logic for herself. Unlike Preston, however, who seemed fervently into the task at hand, she started to feel...well, good. Her cheeks felt hot and flushed as she picked up speed and Tyler's fingers curled against her hips, a groan escaping his lips. The feline started to rise with a bit more effort and gasped under her breath as the cock slipped in and out of her, stimulating her inner walls. As she moved and rotated, her sash jiggled and shifted, snagging on her leg or bending as she leant backwards and forwards.

It soon became clear to Preston that lifting his ass up and down was slowly tiring him out, his young body unable to deal with the heavy squats combined with the heft of his sash-- his knees started to burn with physical exhaustion, but he didn't relent; he was determined to win this little competition. His point ears perked to the girl's gentle groaning and he looked down to Al, whose eyes were closed, his muzzle clamped shut-- it was clear the naturally-furred fox was enjoying the feeling, but the way his hands trembled against Preston's knees betrayed his nerves. Each dip and push of the blue-furred canine's bowing hips coaxing little drips of pre-cum from the fox's cock and made it easier to move over time, and as Preston adjusted it became easier for him to ride the member, his once squeezing ass feeling a little looser or more comfortable. As he leant forwards to focus on his task, his sash sagging in front of him, his discomfort was slowly being replaced by a tingling pleasure, but it didn't do much for him; at most, the tip of his cock appeared from within his bouncing sheath, but that was all.

The more that Kirsten moved the better she felt, but she knew that wasn't the point; she needed to beat Preston, no matter the cost. Despite that, the cramped treehouse didn't give them much room to pay attention to only the boys before him, for as they moved and tried to adjust, their bodies drew slightly closer, enough for Kirsten's shoulder to brush with Preston's knee and by extension Al's fingers. The sensation caused her to pause for no longer than a few moments before she picked up the pace again. Unlike the canine, she had more to work with, sexually speaking-- not only did she had the pre-cum of Tyler's older cock painting her inner walls, but she also had her own arousal to aid her. She could feel herself loosening ever so slightly each time she lowered her hips, and Tyler seemed more than happy to let her continue, his tongue lolled from his mouth; his once sheepish nerves were all but gone. After a moment or two, she pushed down, hissing through her teeth and quietly mewling as she tried once more to ease the knot into her, and Preston seemed to notice. He pursed his muzzle and quickly pushed down, forcing himself onto the knot as he strained. His ring squeezed at first and he willed himself to loosen. Both of them struggled, each desperate to win over the other, and it seemed like one was going to get there first.

All of a sudden, multiple things happened. Preston's ass loosened enough for his ring to stretch, and Al's young knot pushed past the cub's entrance and stretched the ass beyond its normal limits, enough to make Preston grunt. As it slipped inside, Al let out a surprised yelp and then clasped a hand over his mouth to keep himself quiet as he abruptly tied with the older boy, firmly stuck to him. At the end same, Tyler groaned with bliss as Kirsten's entrance stretched open and she eased herself down onto him with a little more grace than Preston's forceful movements-- the knot slipped inside her after some wiggling of her hips and Tyler rolled his head back, his member wildly throbbing from her abruptly clamping inner walls. Unbeknownst to the competitive cubs, both Tyler and Al orgasmed at that moment, but they didn't have many fluids to speak of-- the only recognition of their combined climax was the mild swelling of their knot and the rhythmic, vivid throbbing of their cocks.

Preston and Kirsten, both attentively focused on whether they succeeded or not, quickly looked to one another and, for some reason, felt embarrassed. They averted their gaze almost identically, before Preston cleared his throat.

"That..." He began and then trailed off, not wanting to admit it.

"...Was a tie." Kirsten finished his sentence, her tone dripping with disappointment. The two canids below them panted quietly, exhausted and spent. Kirsten leant a little further backwards and teetered on her hands, whilst Preston shifted his feet and stretched his legs out, bearing the weight of his ass on Al's crotch, much to the fox's complaint-- but Preston wasn't too heavy.

"Okay..." Preston mumbled at first, before he grinned, eyes wide. "Then let's settle it with this, then--"

"Please no..." Tyler groaned, but Kirsten was enthralled.

"Let's see who can last the longest on the knot!" Preston puffed out his little chest. "The loser has to admit the other's scout troupe is better."

"You're on." Kirsten's eyes twinkled with determination, but right at that moment they heard the scrunching of grass underfoot from outside the treehouse, before a loud knocking on one of the wooden planks that served as their makeshift ladder signalled that someone was at the bottom.

"Kids, dinner's ready!" A woman's voice called. "Tyler, Preston, Kirsten, are you staying the night? Do I need to call your parents?"

"Uh..." Tyler called. "I'm good. I already asked my mom."

"You'll need to call mine, Mrs. Graham." Kirsten called.

"Mine too." Preston added. They were polite enough when they needed to be.

"Okay, come on down." The women called back, and they heard her receding footsteps before the four cubs looked at each other.

This was going to be a problem.