It was a sweltering summer afternoon, closer to noon than dinner time, in the midsts of summer vacation. For cubs spread all across America, they had 8 whole weeks of adventure and relaxation, of trips abroad and days spent playing in the sun. For one particular young boy and girl, however, their day was about to get a lot more interesting.

In the heat of the summer sun, a Leon Reilly lingered outside a painted middle-class house right in the middle of a wealthy suburban neighbourhood, a similar colour to just every other house in the row and only uniquely identified by its mailbox and the large pink bike that sat on the porch in the shade of its overhang. He wasn't there for no reason, of course-- the house belonged to that of his recent girlfriend, and they were going on a picnic that day, just the two of them. Leon was a normally easy-going sort of Zebra, despite only being 10 years of age, but the thought of a picnic together made him nervous. This would be the first time they'd actually ever gotten any privacy since they had started dating.

Michaela was, frankly, an amazing girl. She was the same age as him, roughly the same height and was slender and growing in all the right places. She had a bubbly, carefree attitude that rubbed off on Leon's easy-going nature and made things exciting and adventurous for the two of them-- they were, in essence, lovebirds. Technically they were slightly different species, but that didn't stop the Zebra boy from courting the dark brown horse girl for the past year, though they'd only admitted feelings for one another a couple of months ago.

As Leon loitered and waiting patiently, he caught sight of the curtains parting at the front window, revealing two ogling faces who stared right at him. They were horses as well, though clearly younger than Michaela and boyish. Leon had never met them but his girlfriend had talked about them a couple of times: they were her younger brother, Freddie and Roger, and were supposedly known for being nosy. He paid them no mind and, thankfully, the front door swung open a few moments later.

"See you later, mom. We'll be good!" Michaela called back into the house and as she closed the door and made her way down the porch and across the path towards the street, her gaze met with Leon's own and her muzzle curled into a wide, infectious smile. Like Leon, she was wearing a shirt and a pair of shorts, white with a unique tidal wave pattern on the front and blue respectively though the colt's clothes were a little baggier than her own. Leon shot her a charming smirk as she approached, noting the small woven basket she held in her right hand-- that was the "prop" they were using for their little picnic, for their entire need for privacy was justified, but its reasoning was a fabrication. They were only allowed to go under the guise of it being a picnic for the two of them, but their actual intentions were something much more personal.

"Hey." Leon greeted her and Michaela giggled before casting her gaze towards the window of her house. There, Freddie and Roger were making moments with their hands, kissing at the glass and then pretending to kiss each other, though they deliberately kept their distance from each other, of course-- but their ridicule was obvious. She made a threatening gesture to the boys and the two cubs ducked out of sight of her, disappearing from the window before they could fully incur her wrath. With a sigh, she turned to Leon and the two of them began to walk, keeping their hands to themselves for the moment-- it was no secret to either of them how much they were in love, but none of their parents knew and only their siblings had twigged to the notion. They wanted to keep it that way for a while longer, considering how anxious overbearing parents could be.

Neither of them knew what to say as they walked. There wasn't anything that the two could say to each other to ease their nerves, or rather their excitement-- they eventually began to hold hands once they were out of sight of Michaela's house, and in their earnest to reach their destination they giggled and picked up the pace, almost breaking into a jog. They desperately tried to keep their composure, however, for their destination would lead them past Leon's house and into the forest behind it.

Unlike Michaela, Leon's house, where he lived with his parents and older sister Polly, was on the outskirts of the suburban neighbourhood, just barely within reach of the public school and a good 5 minutes walk from the girl's house, on a good day. With their brisk stride, they reached it within only a few minutes, and Leon identified his own house through the messy lawn that hadn't yet been cut despite it being the middle of summer. Neither of them intended to go inside and instead walked past the house, heading down a wide path that led towards a forest in the distance. It was the only national park in the area and wasn't particularly maintained other than by a few groundskeepers on the weekends. However, it was known for more than being a national park: to most teenagers, kids and even some adults, it was the place to get some real outdoor 'privacy'.

Leon and Michaela, in their earnest to get down to their faux picnic, met with the edge of the forest in only a handful of minutes and briskly made their way inside, following the main path until they reached the usual seating area that sat near the outskirts of the forest. There was a sign and a few benches to sit and enjoy the scenery, as well as a path that winded all around the forest and came out the other end for runners looking for a nice view as they burned calories and strengthened their bodies. Unlike the flat sprawling sea of houses beyond, the national park was strangely bumped and hilly, and spanned a good portion in the middle of the city-- perhaps it was the difficulty in flattening such a landscape that forced it to remain mostly untouched by civilisation, but it wasn't as if anyone was going to complain.

As the two lovebirds approached the forest's seating area, they came to realise that it was mostly empty and vacant, despite it being in the middle of summer vacation for every student. Perhaps it was because it was a weekday and most adults were at work and teenagers were still sleeping in, but Leon had expected to see a few people sitting around at least-- yet, there was a complete lack of anyone in sight, and it made him feel both nervous and excited. Glancing to his girlfriend, Leon ushered her towards the side of the path, where he stepped off onto the grass and began to ascend the nearby hill. Michaela followed after him, her tail swishing to and fro.

As they reached the top and saw the length of the dense foliage beyond, the sight effectively confirmed that they were well and truly alone-- there wasn't a lick of fur, scales or feathers in sight. Michaela stands there for a moment, taking in the sight of the tall trees and the undergrowth around their hooves before Leon encourages her forwards down the hill. Whoever walks along the main path won't find them so long as they stay to this side of the hill, but Leon had no intention of setting things up at the bottom; they walked further and further, deeper into the forest until they found a nice, secluded spot by a huge oak tree, its trunk almost as thick as a car, perhaps thicker.

With a gesture from the boy, Michaela hands him the picnic basket and turn turns to admire nature, pacing around on the spot as he stared up into the sky and grazed her gaze down, looking through the field of thick, dense trees. There was plenty of walking space for sure, but each tree was tightly packed close together, the foliage beneath their hooves a mixture of green and brown from where plants struggled to grab sunlight through the filtering branches high above their heads. She basked in the sound of birdsong as Leon laid out the quilt she'd had stored in the basket for them to lay on. For a moment Michaela closed her eyes and breathed it in, her 10-year-old body tingling as she enjoyed the feeling of being in such a warm and wild place, before she felt Leon's fingers trailing her hips, sliding towards the hem of her shirt.

"Hey!" Michaela slapped her hands down against Leon's own, batting them away as she turned to face him. A smirk crossed her features as Leon folded his ears down and averted his gaze, but his expression quickly switched when the filly began to pull her T-Shirt over her head, exposing her slim waist and growing, budding breasts, hidden beneath a pink training bra that covered most of her chest and had small straps over her shoulders.

"O-Oh..." Leon is normally a relaxed individual, but he's admittedly nervous at the sight of Michael's half-naked body. After all, this is his first time, as it is for her, and her embarrassment is shown in the way she awkwardly teeters on the spot, instinctively raised her hands up to rub her arms, covering her midriff. Leon cleared his throat and then reached down, grabbing the hem of his own shirt and quickly yanking it over his head. Unlike Michaela, he doesn't feel particularly embarrassed at being topless, for such things are common for boys his age and beyond. The zebra has a particularly athletic frame for his age, and the black stripes that identify his species end around his sides, leaving his chest and stomach a pure white. Michaela's gaze travelled to his front and she took in the sight of his body before she swallowed her nerves and lowered her hands, exposing herself a little more. Leon felt tempted to reach out, but resisted the urge, not wanting to make her feel uncomfortable.

With a sheepish smile, Michaela reached up to loosen the straps from around her shoulders and pulled the training bra up, struggling for a moment to yank it past her head, though she eventually managed. When she finally removed it entirely, she noticed that Leon's gaze was fixed on her now exposed chest, her budding breasts, like little mounds, jiggling with each subtle movement of her body. She giggled as she tossed the bra over onto the quilt Leon had laid out earlier, and she slowly reached her hands up to cup her little breasts, squeezing her fingers against them and rubbing them from beneath. She didn't want to audibly tease him for she'd only embarrass herself, but the mere attention she was giving to her own breasts was enough to make Leon look flustered, and he averted his gaze.

Things were getting heated, and soon enough the two cubs wasted no time in undressing the rest of their body, removing their shorts to expose Michaela's pink panties that matched her training bra and Leon's boxers in turn, a very obvious tenting hidden beneath his underwear, betraying his desire for his girlfriend and how much her showing off had aroused him. His eyes fixed themselves on the visible outline of her plump mouth between her leg, her panties pressed snugly enough to her pussy to visibly show off the outline of her lips and the bump in between them, which only served to aroused Leon further. They hesitated for no longer than a few beats, and Michaela was the first to pull down her panties, completely revealing herself. Leon's loins very visibly twitched at the sight and he soon followed thereafter, his waistband catching on his member for a moment before his 10-year-old cock bounced into view, the equine-shaped length long for his age, though not for his species-- a slick black, with a medial ring and a flared end that twitched and throbbed at a near-horizontal angle. He wasn't exactly fully hard yet-- Zebras and by extension horses were peculiar like that-- but he was close to.

"I, um...your dick looks nice." Michaela somehow manages a compliment, but she was shy about doing so, and about revealing herself, instinctively covering the sight of her pussy and then parting her hands a few times, as a crackling tension formed between them.

"Uh...t-thanks," Leon stammered, stepping a little closer. "I like the look of your thing too. Uh, pussy. Your pussy."

Michaela giggled at her boyfriend's shyness and Leon's cheeks warmed. He had to wonder why he had been so nervous about just saying the word, but it seems his awkward compliment had broken the ice between them-- or it would be more prudent to say that both of them had broken the ice for each other, in their own way. Michaela stepped closer and Leon followed suit as the two slowly closed the distance between them both, until they were close enough for their bodies to touch. The flared end of Leon's cock probed Michael's leg and swung to the side as he shifted closer, enough for their lips to brush against one another, their hearts hammering in their chest. Slowly, Leon pressed forward and Michaela allowed her boyfriend to take the lead as he swept her up into a slow and tender kiss-- definitely not their first, but things were wholly different in this particular instance.

Michaela moaned quietly against Leon's lips as the Zebra snaked his hands around, stroking along her hands before curling them around to her back as she hooked her arms around his neck, pulling him closer as their lips locked. At first, they kissed daintily and gentle, as if they'd learnt how to kiss from TV shows and films, but they eventually began to part their lips, sticking out their tongues and pressing them together as they let instinct take over. With a groan, Leon's hands slid down over the filly's bare cheeks and he squeezed her ass with his greedy fingers, causing her to straighten up a little, her eyes wide with surprise. It didn't feel bad-- in fact, she enjoyed the feel of it, and she liked how wild and adventurous Leon was being; it was quite unlike him.

Leon's groping hands and roaming tongue had done wonders to his stiffening cock, and he was soon at full mast, each turgid throb causing his member to straighten to a 45-degree angle before it sagged, dry as a bone with no ounce of pre-cum. With each eager, full-mast twitch Leon trembled, losing his strength somewhat thanks to the sudden surge of blood circulation, but that didn't stop him from kissing and roaming regardless, shifting her body ever so slightly so that his cock could slip between their bodies, the length sandwiched between their young forms.

With a little tug, Leon guided Michaela backward by the ass, chuckling against her lips as they parted their kiss to get into a better position. Michaela's knee buckle under Leon's coaxed and she laid down onto the quilt spread against the trunk of the tree, spreading her legs so that Leon could get down onto his knees and settle in between her, his lips meeting hers again. He propped himself up with one hand against the fabric as the other roamed up her brown fur and towards her chest, where he squeezed her left breast, flexing his fingers against the budding flesh as Michaela moaned and squirmed beneath him, her hands gripping around his upper arms. As Leon groped her, he pulled his hips back, sliding the length of his equine cock against her body until he lifted his member from her completely, angling it down towards her little pussy. He relinquished her grip on her breast and travelled his hand down, grabbing just beneath the flared end of his cock and directing it to her lips, smearing the head against the entrance.

Leon and Michaela may not be 'mature' enough, but Michaela at least had something to give when it came to the growth of her body-- whilst Leon's cock was dry and lacking in pre-cum despite his arousal, Michaela's loins were wet and moist with arousal, already eager for him. He smeared his cock around the puffy lips of her filly pussy and he pulled his head back to stare down into her hazel eyes; neither of them had to say a word for her to consent, for he could see it in her eyes. With a sigh, he pushed, and Michaela gasped quietly as her lips spread to accept him, his member sinking deeper and deeper. Leon hesitated every few inches, not wanting to hurt her, and performance anxiety bubbled in his stomach as he plunged, pressing further until his pelvis eventually met with her own, the two of them joined together like lock and key. Leon panted quietly above her, his eyes lidded and his arms wobbling with the mixture of pleasure and physical exertion. Her inner walls were so deliciously tight, spasming and gripping around every inch of his young cock, 6 inches in length, that he almost struggled to hold it in. He'd never felt such bliss.

Michaela is ultimately surprised at how wet she is, and as Leon slides back and withdraws from her a little her inner walls and their natural lubricant help to ease his movements, the slick sound of his penetration audible to the both of them. Leon shuddered from the sensation of pulling back and then thrusts forwards, causing the both of them to gasp, pressed against one another. Leon lowered his head and the two kiss again as he pulled back and thrusts, his movements slow yet long, each withdrawal sliding all the way towards his flared head that remains dutifully inside her, each throb causing it to widen and lock him to her. He slides down, over and over, and amidst their sex, Leon can't help but wonder what things would be like in the future-- would he had to get protection, or would she? He didn't want her to have a baby just yet, but he also knew he wasn't even in puberty, so it was fine...right? In the end, there were too many questions that had no answers and he turned his attention back to their sex, quashing his anxiety as Michaela gripped to him, moaning his name through their parted lips. He could tell she was enjoying it and so he focused back on the pleasure, which had been slowly building that entire time.

The zebra began to slowly pick up speed, but movements were still slow-- that seemed to suit the pair of them just fine, both of whom had never experienced sex before and had nothing to compare it to, but knew it was better than anything they had envisioned. Leon's moans of fervent passion grew heavier and heavier as the spiking pleasure that shot up his back became more intense with every thrust, and he knew he was reaching a climax like never before. They eventually hadn't the concentration to kiss anymore and he pressed his head down against her neck, moaning her name as he thrust, and her legs gripped around his sides, her breath coming out in gasping moans as he plunged, over and over.

With a final thrust and a shuddering groan of pure bliss, the zebra quietly snorted under his breath and Michaela whinnied against his neck, clutching to him as his member throbbed and twitched inside of her, no fluids escaping from the end of his cock, but there certainly would have been something were he old enough to produce it. Michaela's inner walls gripped and clamped around his cock, milking his dry orgasm as he collapsed against her, his body relaxed yet tensed, the strength in his legs gone. He turned his head slightly to kiss against her neck, humming his approval of their sex, unable to find the strength to move for just a little while. When he could eventually shift, Leon rolled and Michaela moved with him, until the two of them were on their sides, legs stretched out straight. Somehow he remained inside of her, but the length of his cock was like a noodle, flaccid and loose, but the flared end of his member and her squeezing pussy kept him firmly inside.

"Wow..." Leon panted quietly, his eyes wide as he looked into Michaela's own. "That was..."

"Incredible." She finished his sentence and the two couldn't help but giggle, their bodies humming with their post-coital bliss-- such a feeling was hard to shake, and it made the two of them feel bubbly and happy. Neither of them wanted this moment to end, and as much as they wilfully tried to cling to the feeling of their orgasms, that numb afterglow slowly faded, replaced by the warm smouldering of young love.

"Mmh..." Leon half-sighed, half-moaned as he shifted, still touching her, still looking into her eyes. "I...kind of need to pee."

"Then pee." Michaela giggled the worlds and he scoffed, averted his gaze.

"I'll wait until I get home." He sounded a little embarrassed and Michaela beamed, her eyes twinkling with adoration as she leant closer, pressing her filly lips to his own, giving him a single fleeting kiss. His eyes widened for a moment before he closed them and simply enjoyed the moment, their tails swishing to and fro.

The two of them didn't lay there forever-- they eventually sat up and Leon withdrew from her, her inner thighs sticky with her own arousal, but she ignored it as she pulled her underwear on, and he did the same. As she yanked on her training bra, she instructed him to get out the food-- though the picnic had been a good excuse to get some privacy, she had at least packed a light lunch to throw her parents off the scent of what they were doing, and even a 10-year-old knew it'd be a waste to not eat it. Inside was a handful of sandwiched, predominantly of two different flavours-- ham and cheese, as well as a basic salad-- and they half-and-halved them between themselves so they could enjoy both. There was also a couple of bottles of fruit juice, which they also shared as they ate.

Of course, they did more than just eat; though both were too tired to go for another round, they still shared a great deal of affection and visible interest in each other's naked bodies, reaching to touch, explore and kiss-- when their mouths weren't full, of course. They wanted nothing more than their picnic to last forever, but such delights never lasted long, much as they wanted to. As they sat there for a while kissing, their make-out session was interrupted by the sound of voices. They stopped, and Leon grew nervous, not wanting to be caught. His eyes snapped to right, where he heard slowly approaching raucous laughter and the giggle of a girl's voice much older than his. Before he could think to hide himself and Michaela, they had already appeared in sight and spotted them.

Leon's anxiety quickly shifted into utter horror and terror as he recognised the black and white stripes of his sister, Polly. She was a teenager, roughly around 16, and she was the punky sort-- she bore a far too short pair of denim shorts and a tank top beneath a leather jacket. Her hair was spiked in a way that her parents hated, and she had her arm hooked around the local bad boy of her high school, Conner, with a spiked bangle dangling from her wrist-- Leon knew Connor only by reputation and the arguments Polly had with their parents. He knew that she knew she was forbidden from being with him or even being near him, yet here she was...in the forest. Known for being a hookup spot. The realisation rolled through him and his lunch threatened to come back up and out his mouth.

"Yo, isn't that your little bro?" Connor gawked and tugged on Polly's arm, a snort ripping across his muzzle. "Yooo, he's got a piece? Guess fucking young runs in your family, huh?"

"Shut the fuck up, Connor." Polly spat at him before turning her attention to her younger brother, scowling at him through her eyeliner and black lipstick. Neither of them knew what to say-- Leon's relationship with Michaela was a secret, but he had a feeling Polly already knew of it even before this encounter. Michaela made a point of hiding herself behind Leon and the zebra became visibly aware of his half-nakedness, wearing only a pair of underwear. In contrast, Polly was doing something she was told not to-- worse so was the fact that not only Connor was there, but two of his friends as well, a Doberman and a Labrador respectively. Both were stuck in a stalemate, where neither could rat out the other without exposing themselves. Despite his misgivings about the situation, Leon did what he thought was the right thing: he raised his hand, pinching his finger and thumb towards and drawing it across his mouth, mimicking that his lips were sealed.

Slowly, Polly nodded and then pulled Connor along, who said a handful of other vulgar things about Leon's 'action' and Michaela, but he drowned them out. After that, the mood was ruined-- Michaela was too embarrassed to linger around the forest longer and Leon, frankly, didn't want to hear or see what his sister would get up to and be scarred for life. The two young horses quickly got dressed, pulling on their shorts and shirt before gathering up the remnants of their lunch rubbish and quilt, stowing it in the basket and briskly making their way out of the forest.

They'd only been in there a couple of hours, but that was fine-- any longer and their parents might start to worry. Though they both felt particularly embarrassed, they quickly got over it by the time they reached the main path, and were soon holding hands again as they followed it out back into the suburban neighbourhood they called home. After a while, Michaela nuzzled her head against Leon's shoulder, cuddling against him as they walked. She shifted for a moment and passed the basket over, reaching into her pocket to retrieve her cell phone, a notification on screen.

"Huh..." Michaela hummed. "My mom just texted. She's taking my brothers grocery shopping, said not to be worried if she wasn't home."

"I see..." Leon hummed, glancing at her. She straightened up and turned her head towards him, lips stretching into a grin. She didn't need to say what she was thinking, and the two picked up the pace. Their destination? Her house.

By the time they got there, the two were already worked up into a state. They dropped the basket by the door and began to undress as they made their way up the stairs, giggling as they went. Both of them were ready for round two faster than they thought, and the final events of the forest had already been pushed to the back of their mind.