On the outskirts of Slade Farm's land, a young feral puppy, specifically a Bloodhound/Coonhound mix, sniffed his way along the outskirts of the forest that separated the farm's acres from the wildlife beyond. Typically surrounded by a thick wooden fence, the young puppy, Copper, had long since found a hole in the fence that only he could fit through, and he often used it as an excuse to go wandering around when the farm's owner, and by extension his, was too busy during the day to pay attention to him. The older dog on the farm, Chief, hated that he wandered, but he couldn't do much to discipline the pup, who was just too curious to not explore.

Today, however, he was leaving the confines of the farm's land for a specific purpose; to find his new friend. Some days ago, though he couldn't recall exactly when, Copper had met a Fox cub around his age in the forest, accompanied by an owl who often watched from a distance and didn't engage. Copper frankly knew next to nothing about him, and only gleaned information about him from conversation in passing-- not that it mattered, anyway; the two rarely spent time actually talking about themselves and often focused on playing instead. For a puppy such as Copper, there was nothing more important than playing. The only reason he hovered by the edges of the forest was a mixture of guilt and unease; he felt bad for leaving his owner's land, and also was wary of who else may be hiding around in the forest. Chief's first lesson to him was not to trust strangers, and he'd taken it to heart...well, mostly.

The canine inevitably swallowed his nerves and reached a front paw out, passing the lip of the forest. It was a ritual for him-- he wasn't scared! It was just a way to make himself comfortable. The snapping of twigs in the distance made him perk up and his eyes, alert, darted towards the source...yet, there was nothing there. He breathed a sigh and made his first steps forward, disappearing within the dense clump of trees and foliage before.

The route was the same every time; weave past five trees, hop over the nearby heavy root, pass by the small spring nearby...and, after a few minutes, he'd see a clearing. A thick, hollow log sat near the centre, covered in clumps of moss, with flowers blooming around where it lay. Near the log sat the trunk of a chopped tree, though when it had been cut, they didn't know. That log, however, Copper knew particularly well; he and his newfound friend had designated it their meeting spot. Speaking of that friend...atop the log was a bundle of orange and brown fur, snoozing in the filtered sunlight. Copper knew exactly what, and who, it was, and he dipped himself into a low crawl, making his way across the grass. His breed, however, wasn't particularly suited for stealth; try as he might to make his way over unseen and unheard, the bundle still rose regardless. Its head poked up first, and two attention orange ears bent and twisted as they looked off into the distance, opposite where Copper was. It didn't take long for them to turn their head, however, and those bright pupils met with Copper's own.

"Oh, you're here." The fox beamed happily and a tail rose from his laid spot, wagging left and right as he stretched himself onto all fours. The creature, a fox about as old as Copper, slinked himself down from the log and circled around the canine in greeting, lifting and dropping his nose up and down as he sniffed the air around him, taking in his scent as a way to know where he's been previously.

"Sorry I'm late, Tod." Copper politely remarked and the fox rounded to his front, tilting his head to the side, before stretching his muzzle into a grin and shaking his head.

"Nuh-uh, I'm early," Tod was just about as polite as Copper, to a point-- the two of them were mostly unfamiliar with each other still. "But it's okay. What do you want to play? Hide and seek?"

It was Tod's favourite game, namely because he greatly enjoyed hiding and trying to catch Copper by surprise...which, ultimately, wasn't the point of the game, but the canine didn't mind; he enjoyed it too, of course. At Tod's suggestion, the puppy nodded, turning his head towards the trunk. Like always, Tod liked to hide, and wanted Copper to look for him. Once upon a time, Copper had told Chief, the old, adult dog at the Slade Farm, about their games. Though Chief was perturbed by the mention of a fox, he did say that it was a good way to train Copper's nose-- he was a breed that was good at sniffing things out. 

The more that Copper played this game, the more he agreed with that thought; even as he approached the trunk of the tree and lowered his head to the base to cover his eyes with his front paws, just the light breaths that he took in through his nose picked up the most subtlest of scents. He could identify the smells of the fox even from that distance, and with some concentration, he could even separate one smell from another, like the faint scent of grass and foliage split from the faint wafts of baked goods that came from the Slade Farm, that somehow seeped into the forest even from that distance.

"Ready?" Copper called out, and he heard the scrabble of paws against grass, indicating Tod's movement. "One, two, three..."

The canine put his paws over his face and audibly counted all the way to ten. When they'd first done this, he didn't even know how to play the game properly and kept looking, but now he understood it completely. He deliberately took his time in ascending the numbers, stumbling over them briefly when he forgot what number came after the other. When he reached 10, however, he rose from his slouched position and turned to face a quiet forest, the trees rustling in the light summer breeze. That orange bundle of fur was nowhere to be seen.

Copper's first intuition was to use his nose, as he had done before. Despite being a pretty young puppy, the canine's nose and its sensitivity were still particularly good, even if he didn't know how to effectively use either one yet. Copper put his nose to the grass and took in a deep sniff of the foliage. The haughty scent of the grass and chlorophyll assaulted his senses, but beneath it was the delicate aromas of flowers and dirt...and beneath all that, somewhere within it, was a familiar scent. He could identify it immediately as Tod, but separating that smell from the others was probably the hardest part. He turned his muzzle left and right, identifying where the trail of the fox's scent faded and where it strengthened. He had no way of telling where Tod was hiding if it weren't for his sense of smell.

Slowly he began to move, trotting towards where the scent was the strongest whilst trying his best to avoid drifting off the trail. His little walk took him across the clearing towards the edge and his nose touched with where the grass made way for weeds and flowers at the base of tree trunks and ladened in between. It was hard to discern Tod's scent from the dense aroma of flowers, but that was where Copper's other senses came into play; the sounds of twigs breaking underfoot from wildlife in the distance, the rustling of the grass in the wind...and the stifled giggles of a hyperactive friend.

Copper very easily followed the sound of Tod's little giggles and saw his tail poking out from behind the base of a nearby tree, barely a few steps away. Tod was always unable to suppress his giggles, perhaps because he liked playing so much, but he was also the type of kit who didn't really play by the rules. When Copper's paws on the ground caused the nearby leaves the rustle, Tod raised his head and turned, his gaze meeting the canine's own. A yelping laugh escaped his muzzle and the fox quickly turned and bounded across the flowers and grass, ducking around the side of another tree, the same as he always did-- Tod loved to be chased, and Copper found it fun, too. The problem, however, was that Tod rarely knew when to stop.

The young puppy wasn't used to making his way through the forest-- sure, he ran through it often, but a lot of his time was spent in the rolling fields of Slade Farm, where he could see everything from the sunset to the treeline. All it took was for him to trip accidentally over a thick root between two trees, and by the time he righted himself and raised his head, Tod was gone once more. It was easy to follow him thanks to his giggling laughter, but amongst the dense trees and the heavy scents of grass, it felt almost impossible to track him down. The sounds of his giggles bounced around the acoustics of the forest and left him looking in all manner of directions; thankfully, Copper spotted him hiding behind a thin tree, or at least doing his best to. The fox was looking in a completely different direction, and Copper saw an opportunity to sneak up behind him. Lowering himself towards the ground, the canine shuffled his way along, moving slowly and as quietly as he could.

"Gotcha!" Copper cried as he leapt forwards, bounding towards the kit from behind. At the same time, Tod sprung upright, startled by his friend's sudden arrival, and his first instinct was to raise his tail up and lift his hind legs in surprise. The ensuing chaos led to a particularly compromising position that neither of them expected; where Copper leant forwards and his friend's behind rose, the canine abruptly found himself muzzle to ass, his wet nose pressed against the kit's sensitive flesh.

"Woah!" Tod let out a cry of surprise, turning his head to look back at his friend. "You surprised me! I thought you were over there...what are you doing?"

Copper didn't know what possessed him to do what he did. Was it pure animal instincts, or his affection and happiness towards his newfound friend, or something else entirely? Whatever it was, it compelled him to do the unthinkable, something that a puppy his age shouldn't really be experiencing: he stuck out his tongue and dragged it from the bottom to the top of that young ring, his wide, wet appendage slathering spit with ease across the pinkish flesh hidden between tufts of fur. Copper felt his senses dilate down into a minute point, all of it focused entirely on an unfamiliar, yet strangely pleasing sensation that spread across his body and formed down near his flank, like a gentle tingling. It was akin to dripping his front paw in cold water, or being startled awake from a nap. Yet...unlike those times, it was alluring, like he wanted more.

"Copper...?" Tod sounded confused, but the canine could hear the kit let out a sigh, and against his tongue the flesh clenched and tensed, growing firmer under his assault. The pup felt encouraged to keep going thanks to his friend's pleasurable noises, and by the fact he didn't seem to move away despite having the ability to do so. His tongue worked its way up and down over and over, clumsily smearing across that young ring as Tod squirmed just a little on the spot, continually readjusting his hind paws as his flesh squeezed and relaxed against Copper's roaming appendage over and over. The fox's tiny huffs of pleasure were quiet but audible enough for Copper to pick up, and the more that the canine licked, the stranger he felt. That tingling sensation around his rump spread to his tiny sheath and a feeling swelled within him-- less like a physical sensation, and more like a yearning. It felt as though it were guiding him, and when he ignored it the yearning intensified, nagging away inside his mind.

It was clear that Tod didn't know what to say; whether it was out of embarrassment, confusion or just general pleasure, he kept his muzzle shut. He was just as new to this as Copper was, but even he would have never considered licking someone's butt-- Big Mama had never told nor warned him about this sort of thing before...but now that he was experiencing it, it felt...good. He didn't want it to stop, and much like Copper-- unbeknownst to the kit, of course-- he felt that same tingling in his loins, with that very same urgent feeling rushing over him. He was too inexperienced and unsure of what it was to act on it, nor did he want to move; what Copper was doing felt too good.

Rather abruptly, however, the canine stopped, withdrawing his mouth from Tod's hole. The spit-covered ring glistened in the filtered light from above, but was mostly covered by the fluffy base of his tail, which Tod inadvertently kept lifted, almost out of instinct. Copper brushed his nose against that ass for just a moment or two before he swung his head to the side, following his carnal instincts and what they wanted him to do. He felt compelled to push his front paws up, hoisting himself up and stumbling forwards on his hind paws, forced to approach due to his own shift in balance. Copper's chest and stomach pressed right down against the fox's back and the kit sagged briefly under his sudden weight, but managed to keep himself upright.

"Woah, are we playing again?" Tod laughed and turned his head to look up at him, though he couldn't really meet his gaze with the canine's own. Copper became acutely aware of their position; he was so snugly atop him, so pressed to his body, that even his crotch was right up against Tod's rump, in a way that had his tiny, young sheath mere inches from that spit-covered hole. His front paws instinctively curled around Tod's sides and hooked around the muscle of his flank, and Tod shifted to spread his legs to the side, distributing his weight a little more evenly as best he could. He frowned when Copper didn't reply, but he also didn't throw him off; he was young and naive, just as Copper was, and he trusted the canine fairly well.

"I, um..." Copper began awkwardly. "I don't know."

It was hard to place exactly why he knew what to do, where to move, how to angle himself, but Copper found himself shuffling his back paws forward until the wet heat of Tod's ass pressed against the tip of his sheath. The pleasure that spiked down his spine and swam around his stomach left him feeling both nervous and excited at the same time, and at the firmness of his sheath probing that behind, Tod wriggled beneath him, shuffling in a way that adjusted how he was standing ever so slightly. It was hard to tell if he was moving because he felt uncomfortable or for another reason entirely, but his squirming did at least cause Copper to pause-- with his sheath so snugly pressed to Tod's flesh, that writhing spurred something to shoot forth. It was narrow and pinkish, and as its tip met with Tod's hole quickly and easily, the surge of indescribable pleasure that rushed up Copper's body was simply too good to pass up.

The kit sucked in a breath as a warmth thrust against his intimate, forbidden entrance, and his first thought was to squeeze and reject the intrusion. The whimper above him, however, gave him pause and he hesitated, just enough for that peculiar heat to slip between the tight little hole of his ring, making its way inside. A mixture of discomfort and surprising pleasure spread across the fox's flank and he let out a grunt before he could stop himself, his muscles reflexively clamping down. Copper shuddered as that blissful feeling that swam across his body spiked and spasmed up his muscles and across the skin beneath his fur, and in response his little turgid animal cock swelled, reaching a noticeable full mast-- well, as full as it could be given his age. His cock, barely a couple of inches in length and probably half as thick or less, twitched madly in the fox's young hole, and Copper couldn't help but to relish that aching feeling of pleasure-- he couldn't completely understand what it was, but he attributed it to having his belly rubbed, or similar.

The only thing that told Copper what to do was his own instincts, the core directive in his DNA to breed. He pulled back and a shudder rushed through his body as he withdrew from that hole, and beneath him the young fox tensed and gritted his teeth, unsure how to feel-- on the one hand, Tod kind of enjoyed the feeling, even if he didn't understand what Copper was doing...and he could tell from his friend's whimpers that he was enjoying it too, but the discomfort, the occasional sting in his behind made him uneasy, for one reason or another. However, much like Copper, something began to slide from his own small sheath, swinging down between his legs and meekly pulsing over time. Copper slid forwards again after a few moments a pause and a quiet groan escaped his parted muzzle when a thick, peculiarly growing mass at the base of his cock kissed with Tod's hole. Any kind of pressure on that mass made Copper feel almost dizzy with intense pleasure, and out of instinct his tail began to fervently wag back and forth, an involuntary whimper passing between his teeth.

"O-Oh, Tod, that feels..." Copper mumbled, fully convinced that it was something Tod was doing that made him feel so good, but the kit was just as confused as his friend was, and he stood there semi-awkwardly, his head turned to examine his own flank. The canine eased himself into a slow rhythm at first, moving experimentally and clumsily, before he rapidly began to speed up. Copper had no way of knowing that hammering at the fox's hole so relentlessly was how he was meant to do it, but something within him told him it was right. That, and rapidly applying that delightful pressure to his bulbous knot and stimulating his own pleasure felt like the best course of action, and in his dizzying state of lust he continued, his eyes glazing over and his eyelids sagging as his mouth hung agape. He huffed and grunted with his rapid thrusts, his breathing quick and sharp as the peculiarly wet sounds of their sex grew more and more audible-- despite his age, Copper's little feral cock could still pump out some sort of fluid, which only made his thrusts slicker and louder over time.

Though it had felt uncomfortable at first, Tod was beginning to enjoy the way Copper mated with him; he'd somehow gotten used that to that cock pistoning in and out and in turn his innards flexed with each twitch of his own vulpine member, similar in shape and size to Copper's own. Much like the canine mix above him, Tod's own small feral cock had a thick and swollen base to it that visibly pulsed with each fervent twitch, and as his innards flexed around his friend's cock, he could feel that member probing something within him and encouraging his pleasure further. There was still a great deal of confusion surrounding what they were doing-- neither of them knew that they were mating, really-- but they didn't care; they were simply doing what felt good.

Copper could feel that something was coming; he was indescribable and unknown, but his body recognised it as familiar, even if his mind did not. It started as a tension at first, swelling and swarming around his crotch area, and it made everything feel significantly better; his senses felt heightened, his limbs less tired, his pleasure intense and hot. As time went on, it shifted into something more, becoming a growing mass within him that both felt inexplicably wonderful, yet also uncomfortable at the same time. Unbeknownst to the canine, Tod was experiencing something similar, but where his tension grew, the feeling of that canine's feral cock sliding in and out of him grew more extreme. Any sort of discomfort he once felt was all but gone and replaced with a spiking ecstasy that had Tod gasping and arching his back, raising his upper torso up as he pushed himself to the tips of his front paws.

Neither of them knew what to say, but they didn't really need to vocalise anything; though they didn't have the knowledge to express what they felt, they were somehow on the same wavelength, one way or another. Copper continued to thrust at the same speed as before, but he put significantly more force into his thrusts, shoving as fiercely as he could as his knot mashed and pressed against that slit, pre-cum-covered hole-- in response, Tod's muscles instinctively clenched and gripped, reacting to the harsh movements and, by extension, denying Copper's knot entry. Though he couldn't understand why, the canine felt frustrated, and it encouraged him to push harder, in an effort to apply more pressure to that bulbous knot and stimulate him more. Yet, where he pushed, Tod inevitably loosened...in a matter of moments, the glistening, fluid-sticky knot slipped into the kit's behind, moving past his spasming ring and tying inside of him.

"O-Oh...Oh...!" Copper vocalised his gasps of surprise and delight, his front legs tightening around Tod as he rocked his hips back and forth. What was more pleasurable was tugging back, which in turn pulled on his knot, that remained firmly tied to the kit's ass-- so excruciating and sweet was the pleasure that Copper couldn't help but let out short, rapid whines. He felt as if he were on the very precipice of something, but he couldn't quite tell what it was.

Beneath him, Tod trembled with the physical exertion of keeping his friend upright, his body tired from what they'd just done...more than that, however, was a similarly growing pleasure that reached a peak a lot quicker than Copper's own, thanks to that turgid, tied member continuously rubbing against a sensitive spot inside him. The fox huffed and hung his head as that heated, intense feeling inside him abruptly unfurled and loosened, making his skin prickle and tingle. Between his legs, his little knotted cock twitched and shot tiny strings of off-white fluid onto the floor between his hind paws, arcing far enough forwards to be perpendicular to his stomach. The strings of fluid-- cum, though neither of them knew-- stained the grass blades beneath them, and with each twitch and throb, his innards flexed, squeezing harder than ever before. Those clamping motions stimulated Copper in turn, and after a handful of moments he experienced the same warm, intoxicating bliss-- only, Copper's fluids didn't paint the ground beneath them, but the fox's insides instead. That warmth could be felt even by the kit, who felt his face redden with a mixture of content and embarrassment, though he couldn't understand why.

"That...that's..." Copper couldn't find the words to describe what he was feeling, nor did he get the chance to; as he stood there on his hind legs, teetering awkwardly atop Tod's frame, the kit beneath him abruptly buckled and sent the two of them tumbling to the side. They fell into a heap on the grass, with Copper spooned and locked to the fox's back, and at the tumble the two couldn't help but giggle, amused yet tired. Tod could feel his friend trembling, though not from nerves of fear, but simply from exhaustion. If he was being honest, he felt the same.

"What did...we just do?" Tod mumbled tiredly, finding the strength to at least sit up a little on his side, pressing a front paw to the grass. He bent his body inwards and lifted his hind leg, spreading himself and revealing to the surrounding wildlife, if there was any, the sight of Copper firmly locked to his ass, the two feral cubs pressed balls to balls. Tod bowed inwards towards his twitching, hard member-- his knot made it impossible for it to disappear within his sheath, at least for now-- and he brought his muzzle to the length of it, brushing his fur and, after a few moments, his tongue along its veiny surface. He travelled to the head and lapped at the tip, where some of the fluid of his orgasm seeped into his tongue. His member felt sensitive, and licking it made him tense up-- that fluid, too, was unpleasant and salty...but he couldn't deny the hum in his body, down to his very core, that made him feel strangely happy.

"Whatcha doin'?" Copper raised his head up and looked over Tod's body to see him licking himself, and after a moment the fox stretched himself back out, shaking his head as he rested back down on the grass.

"Nothin'," He assured him. "I'm tired, though..."

"Me too..." Copper mumbled. "Can we sleep?"

"Mhmm..." Copper didn't need Tod's permission, but the fox gave it anyway. For two young cubs, who had experienced mating for the first time, slumber came easily to them. Within the warmth of the grass and the light above, the two dozed off, cuddled to one another-- all the while, Copper's turgid cock pulsed inside his friend's behind, painting and filling him up with his tiny load. Above them, a motherly owl watched over the two in their sleep, her brow creased in a mixture of worry and fondness.

When they next awoke, she'd tell them all about the birds and the bees...