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All original characters (Vera, Mrs. Hatchet) are available YCH slots. Contact us if you are interested in incorporating your fursona into this story.", "writing": "[center][t]Everybody Yiffs: Chapter 2[/t][/center]\n[center][b]1[/b][/center]\nTime ticked by in silence as Nurse Andrews sat at her computer. The thirty-six-year-old vixen busied herself by sorting through her deluge of incoming email, glancing from one message to another without really paying attention to any in particular. She was far more interested in the bottomless kit who sat wordlessly at the other end of her desk. Every now and again the nurse’s gaze would wander to the other fox, curiously surveying her newest guest over the rim of the monitor: Hazel Brandon Kiddo.\n\nThe kit sat, eyes downcast. Eyes and paws on his lap, absentmindedly wringing his frayed tail. A towel had been provided in an attempt to salvage what little of his dignity remained, but the bulge poking out underneath the fabric didn’t leave much to the imagination. The kit had barely uttered two words since stepping into her office, despite the nurse’s numerous attempts to elicit conversation. He seemed content to sit in silence, waiting for his father to arrive.\n\nThe nurse leaned back in her chair, eyeing the wall clock with a frown. The boy’s father was supposed to be here nearly half an hour ago, what the hell was taking him so long? The nurse glanced back to discover the kit had been studying her intently. He looked away a split second too late, eyes darting to the wall, pretending to be preoccupied with a poster illustrating the importance of proper hydration.\n\n[i]So he’s curious too…[/i]\n\nThousands of cubs had flooded through Nurse Andrew’s life over the years. And while most of these children would happily ramble on to the point of soliloquy, Andrews found that it was this kit’s silence which commanded her attention. There was something in the kit’s nervous glance that seduced her. A sort of reticent skepticism. \"Wise beyond his years..\"' her mother would say. Too wise, Andrews suspected. There was a sadness to his wisdom. You watched the way he kept himself and you could tell this boy held secrets.\n\nNurse Andrews didn’t appreciate the idea of anyone being immune to her charm, least of all some school child. If charisma alone didn’t have the intended effect then perhaps a change in strategy was in order…\n\nThe nurse slid the keyboard aside, sliding her chair back and opening up her filing cabinet. She pulled out a jar of chocolate chip cookies before placing it conspicuously in the center of the desk, making sure to drop it with enough noise to get the boy’s attention. She lifted the lid and grabbed one, chewing on it lazily as she leaned back in her chair. Out of the corner of her eye she could see the kit staring back lustfully.\n\nThe nurse blinked and smiled back at him as if having forgotten the cub was there. “Oh, would you like one?” she asked.\n\nThe kit shifted again, eyes sliding away. “I’m not hungry…” the kit said quietly. But he glanced back in surprise when the nurse slid the jar beneath his snout.\n\n“Of course you are. You missed lunch, didn’t you?” “Go ahead”, the nurse said encouragingly, “it will make you feel better.”\n\nThe kit glared back at her suspiciously, as if the jar were some sort of test. But eventually, his nose got the better of him and he pulled a cookie out, taking a cautious bite. As soon as he did the boy’s eyes lit up and he scarfed down the rest like something ravenous.\n\n“You like them?” the nurse asked with a friendly smile.\n\nThe kit caught himself, nodded shyly. “They’re…really good.”\n\n“They’re theobromine-free. I bake them myself. Please, have as many as you’d like.”\n\nFrom the kit’s wide-eyed expression you would have thought she had promised him the moon. He grabbed another, then another, more greedily. Seemingly surprised by his own hunger.\n\nThe nurse studied him in silence as he ate. “Hazel…” she began, sliding the jar back to the kit’s dismay, “…you’re not in any trouble. You know that, right?”\n\nThe kits’s demeanor soured. He finished off the cookie, licking away the crumbs from his lips.\n\n“Yes I am” he said sullenly, staring down at a spot on the desk.\n\n“Now what makes you say that?”\n\n“Cause I’m a pervert…”\n\n“Nobody thinks you’re a pervert!”\n\nThe kit glanced up. “Jake does.”\n\n“The polka-dotted dalmatian?”\n\nThe kit nodded. “He says I’m a pervert like all the other foxes.”\n\nNurse Andrews frowned. “That’s–”\n\n“–It’s true.” the kit said, cutting her off. His downcast eyes were on the desk again, like he wasn’t talking to her but to himself.\n\n“I am a pervert.” The kit hesitated. “B-Because I took off all my clothes at recess… I got naked…I got naked in front of everyone… And they all saw me. They saw my…” The kit trailed off, swallowing hard. Tears were starting to well up in his eyes.\n\n“Now they all know…” he continued, just above a whisper. “There’s no point in keeping it a secret anymore because they all already know who I am…” He looked up at her. “It’s just like Jake told them. He always knew the truth… And now he has proof.”\n\nThe kit was trembling now, his voice beginning to crack. And the boy’s look of hollow desperation stirred something deep within the nurse. There was something nostalgic about it. She knew that look. The look of a kit who grew up receiving ADD medication instead of hugs.\n\n“He’s full of shit!”\n\nThe boy jolted up, shocked by the nurse’s abrupt use of profanity. But the vixen’s expression remained resolute.\n\n“Don’t listen to him Hazel. I know Jacob too. That boy’s got his own issues and they have absolutely nothing to do with you. Jacob isn’t picking on you because you’re a pervert, he’s picking on you because he’s a bully.”\n\nThe kit shook his head. “He’s worse than that, he’s a…a…”\n\nThe vixen leaned in with a mischievous grin. “I prefer the term ‘asshole’ myself.”\n\n“Asshole!” the kit declared. He couldn’t help but giggle afterwards, thrilled by the novelty of using naughty words in front of an adult. He sniffed a bit more, wiping away the budding tears on his sleeve. The kit lifted his head with a sheepish smile, looking at the nurse as if really seeing her for the first time.\n\n[i]That’s good[/i], the nurse thought. [i]He looks good with a smile.[/i]\n\n“You know what I think?”, the nurse said, sliding the jar back to the boy.\n\nThe kit shook his head as he took another cookie.\n\n“I don’t think you’re a pervert at all. I think maybe you’ve just got a problem. A particular kind of problem. The kind you don’t like to talk about.”\n\nThe kit fell silent, lowering his ears in shame.\n\n“I think this could be a problem that’s been causing you discomfort for some time. I’m thinking maybe that’s why you had to take your clothes off. Not because you wanted to be naked, but because this problem kept bugging you.”\n\nThe kit stared down at his cookie silently as if appraising it.\n\n“I didn’t just get naked…” he said softly. “I, uh… I had a stiffy.”\n\n“Oh.” the nurse replied, somewhat nonplussed. “Well that’s nothing to be ashamed of! Boys get stiff from time to time. Heh, everybody knows that…” The nurse made a furtive glance towards the cum-soaked shorts and diaper sitting in a grocery bag at their feet. A small trickle of semen was still dribbling from a gap where the plastic was tied. “Anything else?” the nurse asked.\n\n“I squirted…” the boy lowered his ears.\n\n“I see.” The nurse absently twirled the cookie jar in his paws. “Have you been getting ‘stiffies’ a lot lately?”\n\nThe kit nodded shyly.\n\n“And how do they make you feel?\n\n“…bad.”\n\n“Why bad?”\n\n“They hurt… They don’t go away…”\n\n“You know Hazel, it’s normal for a boy’s penis to get stiff from time to time. That’s called an [i]erection[/i] and it’s perfectly healthy… But it’s always supposed to feel good, never bad.”\n\nThe nurse fell silent again, contemplating her next response.\n\n“Do you have a ‘stiffy’ right now?”\n\nThe kit gasped, nodding slowly.\n\n“May I see?”\n\n“…w-what?”\n\n“Allow me to examine the area.”\n\nThe kit laughed like she had told a joke. “Why would you want to do that?!”\n\n“Because I’m a nurse and it’s my job to ensure the health of our student population.” the nurse replied calmly.\n\n“I-I’m not supposed to…”\n\nThe nurse raised a brow. “Who says you’re not supposed to?”\n\n“My dad. He told me I’m not supposed to let anyone see or touch where my swimsuit covers.”\n\n“Ah. Well, that would be very good advice–for a stranger. But I’m a trained medical professional, like a doctor. And right now I’d like you to think of me as your doctor.”\n\nThe kit stirred, dropping the cookie and putting his paws in his lap.\n\n“But a doctor’s relationship is built on trust,” the nurse continued. “I’ll be honest with you Hazel, another adult would probably have already taken you to the ER. These episodes you’re having, they’re not something you can just ignore. If you keep doing that you might end up really hurting yourself. For all we know you could be really hurt already. That’s why it’s important for someone to examine you.”\n\nThe kit recoiled as he heard this, sinking deeper into the chair. He looked like he would be happy to disappear entirely if he could.\n\n“Listen, Hazel…” the nurse said, her voice becoming softer. “…I can’t vouch for anyone else your parents might take you to. But as long as you’re sitting here, in my office, I will never force you to do anything you don’t want to do. If you don’t trust me or don’t feel safe around me or just don’t feel like letting a stranger see you naked, then we don’t have to examine you. We don’t even have to talk about it. We can just sit here and eat cookies until your father shows up.”\n\n“…why do you even care?” the kit whispered sullenly.\n\nThe nurse thought about this for a moment. “Because I know you’re hurting and I think I can help.” And that much was true; the boy clearly was in pain. Although the nurse suspected the majority of his pain was not the physical kind.\n\n“If you’ll trust me” she added. “Can you trust me, Hazel?”\n\nThe kit didn’t respond. He was be shutting down again, his fists tightening in his lap. And for a brief moment, the nurse was convinced she had lost him entirely.\n\n“It’s Brandon.” the kit said timidly.\n\n“Pardon?”\n\nBrandon licked his lips, glancing up at her. “Brandon. I go by my middle name. Nobody calls me Hazel except my father…”\n\n“‘Brandon’,” the nurse repeated with a warm smile. She held out a paw. “It’s very nice to meet you, Brandon.”\n\nBrandon stared vacantly at the empty paw and couldn’t help but smirk as he reached out to shake it. “It’s very nice to meet you, Miss. Andrews.”\n\n“Vera.”\n\n“Vera…” Brandon repeated slowly, as if testing the waters.\n\nVera nodded her encouragement. “It’s short for Veronica. It’s what my kits call me.”\n\nShe dropped his paw. “Do you think you can trust me, Brandon?”\n\nThe kit nodded affirmatively, seemingly more at ease.\n\n“Good.” Vera stood up and gestured to the other end of the room. “Well then, shall we?”\n\nBrandon’s ears’ flattened as he turned to find the sickbed waiting for him.\n\n[center][b]2[/b][/center]\nBrandon lay on the sickbed, squirming a bit as the cot’s cold foam tickled his fur. He gripped the towel tightly, watching Vera calmly put on a pair of latex gloves. Brandon considered that he had never actually met another fox before, but this one seemed nice enough… Her voice was gilded with a subtle Foxlish accent, the same kind he would sometimes hear protesters yelling with on TV, but far less caustic. [i]She’s so professional, I bet she’s not ashamed of anything…[/i]\n\nBrandon noticed Vera was finished with the gloves and had now pulled up her chair to sit next to him, glancing down at the kit expectantly. Brandon suddenly felt that his face become very warm. “Just… Promise you won’t laugh, okay?”\n\nVera smiled despite herself. “That would be very unprofessional of me.”\n\nBrandon wrung the lip of his towel nervously before nodding and slowly pulling away his paws. He jumped a bit as Vera casually tossed the fabric out of the way. The nurse just sat there, blinking down for a moment. “Oh. Well then…” she said as she pulled out a pen and notepad.\n\n“Okay, Brandon…” Vera said, jotting down some notes. “…I’m going to apply a little bit of pressure to check for injuries. Now if any of this starts to hurt or feel uncomfortable just let me know and we can stop, okay?”\n\n“…okay.” the boy squeaked. He was already uncomfortable.\n\n“Just try and relax.”\n\nBrandon nodded and laid back in the pillow, tensing up a bit as he felt those gloved paws start to press against his shaft. Despite his best efforts, the little kit couldn’t prevent his body from responding to the nurse’s gentle touch. It was like being teased, beads of pre were already starting to slide down his length. Vera squeezed one spot in particular and some of the pre squirted out, causing Brandon to yip and abruptly cover his face with his paws.\n\nVera couldn’t help but chuckle.\n\nBrandon’s eyes widened, glaring at her through the gaps in the fingers. “You said you wouldn’t laugh!”\n\n“I’m sorry it’s just… You’re very shy. I’ve never met a fox so modest before.”\n\n“Well it’s embarrassing!” Brandon whined.\n\n“It’s only embarrassing if you’re embarrassed.”\n\n“Of course I am!” The kit crossed his arms, scrunching his whiskers as he stared down at the bobbing flesh. “It’s fat…and ugly.” he pouted.\n\n“No its not, it’s perfectly nice” Vera said. “It’s just excited, and maybe a little over-developed…”\n\nBrandon squirmed a bit at a new sensation. Vera had pressed a ruler against his shaft, keenly measuring the different sections of his girth and jotting these numbers in her notepad. The kit grimaced and laid back again, his gaze wandering to the various health posters that littered the office walls.\n\n“Hey, Vera…?” Brandon asked, nervously tugging his paws together.\n\n“Hmm?”\n\n“You’re not going to use any needles, are you?”\n\nThe nurse paused, glancing back at the kit curiously.\n\n“…to drain the blood out?”\n\n“No.” she smiled reassuringly “No needles.” She went back to the measurements. “Besides, aspiration would only be a temporary solution anyway. I believe your condition is hormonal in nature.”\n\nBrandon nodded, pretending to understand. He shifted uncomfortably beneath her touch. “Have you done anything like this before…? …with another boy I mean?”\n\n“Mmm-hmm. Back on the East Side, I used to work with a lot of kits your age.”\n\n“You lived on the East Side…?”\n\n“I still do.” She put a paw on his shoulder. “I’ll tell you about it some more once we’ve finished. We’re almost done now, you’re being very brave.”\n\n“I just want to take a quick peek at your knot…”\n\nVera slipped a finger under his sheath and began to gently tug it down. As she did, the skin tightened, getting stuck around the knot.\n\n“Ow! Stop! Stop!”, Brandon yelped.\n\nVera pulled her paws back. “Sorry, did I hurt you?”\n\n“It doesn’t go back that far!”\n\n“I see…” the nurse said, contemplating this for a moment. Abruptly she stood up, clasping her paws together cheerfully. “Okay, all done! You can put the towel back on now.”\n\nShe put the notebook back on her desk, briskly grabbing the jar of cookies and handing them to him. “Thanks for being such a good patient! I don’t have any lollypops but…here, you can have the rest.”\n\nBrandon clumsily hugged the jar, awkwardly using his free paw to pull up the towel as he sat upright on the cot. He watched as Vera sat at the computer, occasionally glancing at her notes as she typed in her report.\n\n“So…what’s wrong with me?” he asked after a few moments of silence.\n\n“Nothing” Vera said, eyes still on the monitor. “You appear to be perfectly healthy.”\n\nThe kit’s eyes narrowed. “Liar,” he said.\n\n“Am not,” Vera replied. “That’s exactly what I’m typing in your incident report: Hazel Brandon Kiddo. Male. Nine years old. Red Fox. Fifth Grade. Appears otherwise healthy. Suffering from a bad case of precocious pubescent priapism.”\n\nBrandon repeated the word slowly, unsure if he could fit all the syllables in his mouth. “P-Pri-a-prism…?”\n\nVera nodded, still typing absentmindedly. “It’s just a fancy way of saying your penis is hard and won’t go soft. In most species it’s considered a medical emergency.”\n\n“It is?!” Brandon asked with some alarm.\n\nThe nurse caught herself and stopped typing, pulling her head away from the keyboard. She gave the kit a reassuring smile. “You’re going to be just fine, Brandon.”\n\n“How can you be sure?!”\n\nShe turned back to the screen and continued typing. “I’ve seen the same symptoms before in other kits your age. It’s not as uncommon as you might think, nor nearly as serious. It’s just…something that can sometimes in some species as boys grow older. Don’t fret, it’s only temporary. And easy to manage once you learn how.”\n\nBrandon’s ears perked up excitedly. “Really?!”\n\n“Yep.” Her eyes darted away from the monitor, meeting his with a sly grin. “And doing so won’t require any [i]needles[/i] either.”\n\n“S-So I’m not stuck this way? I haven’t…broken it?”\n\nThe nurse laughed at the suggestion. “No Brandon, you haven’t ‘broken it’. You’re just growing up, that’s all. Probably with a slight hormonal imbalance… Just relax, okay? I promise by this time tomorrow you’ll be feeling right as rain. We’ll go over some treatment options once your father arrives…”\n\nBrandon couldn’t help but smile and chuckle softly to himself, overcome with the relief of his good fortune. But the laughter soon devolved into whimpers and before long Vera glanced up to find the kit crying silently.\n\n“Brandon, what’s wrong?” she asked with some concern.\n\nThe sniffling cub shook his head. “I thought…I thought I was going to be like this forever…” He quickly rubbed at the tears with a whimper. “I’m sorry…”\n\n“You don’t have to be sorry!” Vera said with an uncertain smile. “Everything is going to be okay…” She stood up, quickly glancing around her office. “Um…” “Here,” she said, handing him a box of tissues off the counter.\n\n“Thanks…” Brandon said in a soft whimper.\n\nVera waited patiently as the boy regained his composure, pulling the office chair out from behind her desk and taking a seat a few feet in front of the cub, folding her legs.\n\n“Been a rough day, hasn’t it?” she asked sympathetically.\n\nThe kit sniffed and wiped his nose, giving a brief nod.\n\n“I bet you’ve been having a lot of rough days lately, huh? I can just imagine… But you know, it’s like I said, a lot more common than you’d think. Plenty of kits go through this at your age.”\n\n“…They do?”\n\n“Of course!” the nurse replied. She hesitated for a moment. “Brandon, what did you mean when you said you were worried you had ‘broken it’?”\n\nThe kit didn’t respond. He glanced away as he wiped the rest of the tears, setting the tissue box down.\n\n“Did your parents ever talk to you about growing up?” Vera asked, pushing forward. “The sort of changes your body–a male kit’s body–goes through as it develops?”\n\nThe kit shrugged in silence. “…Mrs. Hatchet showed us a video about it in class…” he added timidly. “She sent all the girls to a different room and gave us a test on it afterwards. It talked about…puberty and wet dreams and…stuff. So yeah, I guess I know about it…”\n\n“The one with the wolf cubs?” Vera asked.\n\nBrandon nodded.\n\n“Ah… Well Brandon, that movie your teacher showed you, it’s what the staff would call ‘age appropriate’. That means it tends to be very abstract because it deals in topics most kids your age won’t need to think about for a couple more years. And it doesn’t go into the differences between species. You’re not a wolf, Brandon. And so it wouldn’t be reasonable to expect your body to behave like one.”\n\n“You know, everyone’s body is different.” the nurse continued. “We all grow at different rates! I’m sure you noticed yourself growing a lot lately…” She gave Brandon a knowing look, causing the boy’s ears to wilt in response.\n\n“Don’t be embarrassed!” she laughed. “Like I said, we all go through it! Some faster than others… But you see Brandon, that’s my point: Some species have [i]special needs[/i] with regards to their bodies.”\n\nThe kit stirred. “‘Special needs’?” he asked.\n\n“That’s right!” Vera answered cheerfully. “And it’s perfectly natural! Some species have special responsibilities when it comes to keeping themselves healthy. As a kit begins to develop from child to adolescent, their bodies have to work overtime to help them grow. And during this period of transition these needs can become a lot more pressing. That’s what it’s important to make sure that kits your age understand how to meet these needs…before they become a problem.”\n\n“Is that what you think is happening? That I don’t know how to take care of my [i]needs[/i]?”\n\n“Well, it’s not that simple Brandon… You see, for some kits, well, their bodies can develop a little too fast for their own good. And when that happens they can become very needy indeed. In some cases, a kit needs a little special extra attention to keep themselves in balance. That’s all that’s happening Brandon, your body is going to a bit of a rough patch, and needs a little help. That doesn’t make you ‘broken’, it just makes you ‘special’!”\n\n“Is that what you call it?!” the kit snarled.\n\nVera was taken aback by the boy’s abrupt change in demeanor, the sudden intensity in his stare.\n\n“‘Special’…” Brandon spat the word out like a slur. “That’s what my dad’s always telling me. That I’m so unique. I’m a ‘special boy’.” Brandon said mockingly. “I have to wear sunglasses when I go outside because I’m ‘special’. I have to wear diapers in the fifth grade because I’m so fucking ‘special’!”\n\nThe boy fell silent for a moment, his eyes filled with resentment.\n\n“It’s because I’m a fox, isn’t it?”\n\nThe nurse shifted uncertainly. “That’s not what I said–”\n\n“–But it’s what you meant.” the boy interrupted. “Wasn’t it? You kept saying ‘kits’ not ‘cubs’. You kept saying ‘some species’ but what you really meant was foxes, right? Other boys don’t have to deal with this. It’s because I’m a fox.”\n\n“Because you’re a fox…” Vera admitted. “Yes.”\n\nBrandon nodded as he soaked this in, abruptly turning away again. His fierceness abruptly extinguished.\n\n“I hate being a fox…” he muttered sullenly.\n\nVera stole another glance at the wall clock before standing up from her chair with a sigh. She sat up on the cot next to the kit, gently pulling the cookie jar out of his paws and setting it aside.\n\n“Now why would you say that?” she asked kindly.\n\n“Because I hate it!” the boy growled. “I hate the way everyone always looks at me!”\n\n“You know a lot of people spend their entire lives trying to stand out from the crowd.”\n\nThe cub shook his head. “I just want to be like everyone else.”\n\n“But we’re not like everyone else, are we?” Vera said with a wry smile. “I think you’re starting to understand that now. And I’m not just talking about the color of our fur.”\n\nShe cocked her head. “How are your grades?”\n\n“I dunno…okay I guess.”\n\n“I’m bet they’re more than okay. In fact I bet they’re fantastic. I bet you ace all your test because you’re the smartest boy in your class. I bet that’s why you’re only nine years old and already in the fifth grade. I bet you’ll be ready for college in a few years. Most foxes are…”\n\nThe kit remained silent, obviously not thrilled by the prospect.\n\n“You know Brandon, believe it or not, I do have some idea of what you’re going through.”\n\nBrandon glanced up at her skeptically. “You know what I’m going through?”\n\n“Well I don’t have a penis, that’s not what I meant… But I know what it feels like to be an outsider. It seems like a lot of people are feeling that way these days. And you don’t need to be a fox to know how much it hurts.”\n\nShe leaned back, taking a deep breath. “It didn’t always use to be this way you know. Once you being to study our history, our real history, you’ll realize that. And I think you’ll also come to realize that despite how you might be feeling right now, you’re actually incredibly privileged to be living in this city. We’re both privileged really.”\n\n“It doesn’t feel like a privilege…” the boy muttered.\n\n“Yes, I know,” Vera answered softly. “It’s lonely, isn’t it? Sometimes I feel lonely too…”\n\nThe vixen paused, staring wistfully across the room, like she was looking at something Brandon couldn’t see. “When I first got my work visa approved to come across the river, I felt like I had won the lottery. I knew people, like some of my best friends, who would have murdered each other for that kind of opportunity. I was so excited to travel to the West End, so excited to finally have a job that made real money…”\n\n“But it’s lonely work. I never expected to see another fox in this city. So you can imagine my surprise when I transferred here on my first day only to discover another fox family had enrolled their kit in this very school.”\n\nBrandon jumped a bit as he felt the vixen’s paw on his own. He looked up to discover Vera leaning in with a warm smile. “It’s good to have the company,” she said.\n\nBrandon just stared back at her for a while before noticing she had offered him a cookie with her other paw. “That’s so dumb…” Brandon scoffed. But the kit cracked a grin and took the cookie anyway.\n\nVera grinned as well, grabbed a handful with her paw and shoved them into her mouth. “You know this is fun,” she said with a full mouth. “I always wanted an excuse to talk to you. Maybe you should get sick more often.”\n\nBrandon chuckled. “I think I’ll pass…” The kit munched on his cookie. “I um…I’m sorry I swore at you before.” he offered shyly.\n\n“Eh, don’t worry about that. Sometimes it’s appropriate to swear.”\n\n“Mrs. Hatchet doesn’t think so. She put Jake in detention for swearing last week. She told the class that a dirty mouth leads to a dirty mind and if Jake doesn’t shape up he’s going to grow up to be a dirty adult too.”\n\nVera frowned at this. “Yeah, well, sometimes Mrs. Hatchet can be a bit of a cunt…”\n\nVera studied the cub, nodding at him. “So what’s with the shades?”\n\n“Huh?” the boy twisted back, confused.\n\nShe pointed to his head. “Your goggles.”\n\n“Oh…” Brandon pulled the tinted goggles off his forehead, fumbling with them in his paws. “My eyes don’t work right, they can’t filter out enough of the sunlight. So when it’s bright out I have to wear them, mostly in the summer.”\n\n“See, you are special!”\n\nBrandon rolled his eyes as he slipped the goggles back on.\n\n“My sister was photophobic,” Vera added. “It’s a fox thing.”\n\n“Wow, what a surprise…” Brandon said as he finished off the rest of his cookie.\n\nVera turned her attention to the oversized whistle hanging from the boy’s collar. “Not sure about this though…” she said, flicking it with her claws. “For someone who doesn’t like to stand out you sure have some shrewd fashion sense.”Isn’t it a bit heavy for a kit your size?”\n\nBrandon hesitated, grasping the whistle in both paws like it was a sacred treasure.\n\n“It was my mother’s… She wanted me to have it.”\n\n“That’s sweet,” Vera said. “Does she live in the West End as well?”\n\nThe kit stirred. He seemed to be almost on the verge of adding something else when his ears perked. The pair both turned to the office door where a trail of paw-pads could be heard quickly advancing down the hall.\n\n[center][b]3[/b][/center]\nThe door burst open and a rather discomposed brown bear stumbled into the room. The man was in his mid-to-late thirties, and certainly not a fox. The bear had made it barely two steps in before he started apologizing profusely.\n\n“I’m sorry I’m late,” Pepper began. “The traffic in the city–”\n\nThe bear paused when he noticed the strange positions of the nurse and the kit, the fact that the boy seemed to be wearing only a towel. He sniffed and furrowed his brow, following the odd scent to the bag of soggy underthings on the floor. His eyes widened when he recognized it. Christ, so that’s what she meant by ‘accident’, why hadn’t he thought to bring a fresh pair of pants?\n\nPepper’s eyes slid back to Brandon, his expression hardening as he noted the wet spot covering a bump on the towel.\n\n“Grab your things, we’re leaving.” he declared.\n\nA familiar look of surrender covered Brandon’s face as the brown bear took hold of his paw, yanking him off the cot. He barely gave the poor cub enough time to grab his soiled clothing before marching him to the door.\n\nVera stood up immediately. “Uh…sir?”\n\n“Thank you very much for looking after my son.” the bear said without glancing back.\n\n“Sir, wait–”\n\nPepper opened the door, giving a brief nod back. “I can take over from here. I apologize for any inconvenience.” He turned to leave.\n\n“Peppercorn Kiddo!”\n\nPepper flinched as the woman’s sharp tone cut through the air like a knife, leaving him frozen in place. The words seemed to echo in the air like a lingering threat and as Pepper turned around he half-expected the vixen to be snarling at him. But Vera merely met his gaze with a pleasant professional smile.\n\n“It is ‘Peppercorn’, isn’t it?” She asked, slowly stepping forward. “I recognized your voice over the phone. Such an interesting name…interesting names must be a theme in your family.” She put a paw to her chest. “I’m Nurse Andrews, I believe we spoke earlier?”\n\n“Erm, yes. It’s nice to meet you.” Pepper gave a courteous nod, turning back to the door. “I’m afraid you’ll have to excuse us, we’re in a bit of a hurry–”\n\n“–But of course!” the nurse said, interrupting him again. “I know we’re all very busy, but I was hoping to have a word with you first. I was just telling Brandon how nice it was to finally share the company of another fox. [i]I was so looking forward to meeting his family…[/i]” Her tone implied this was not a statement but a thinly veiled accusation.\n\nThe nurse took another couple of steps until she was standing right in front of Pepper. He could smell the fragrances of her fur as she reached out to gently close the door behind him, gesturing to the empty chair at her desk. “If you’ll indulge me,” she added politely, flashing her trademark smile. Her white fangs glinted in the light.\n\nPepper exchanged a grimace with the kit before letting go of his paw and taking a seat at the desk. He was filled with the vague feeling that now [i]he[/i] was the one in trouble. He turned around curiously when he heard the door’s lock click behind him. Vera stood with her paw on the cub’s shoulder.\n\n“Brandon, why don’t you show Peppercorn what you showed me earlier?”\n\nPepper furrowed his brow. “Show me what?”\n\nThe kit’s ears wilted. Suddenly Brandon was staring at the floor. “I-I…”\n\nVera put her paw on his back. “Hey, it’s okay! This is a safe space, remember? There’s no shame here! Besides, I’m sure Peppercorn [i]would want[/i] to see if you’re injured.” She shot the bear a look.\n\n“Uh…that’s right!” Pepper straightened himself in the chair. “Did you hurt yourself, Hazel? You can show me. Even if it is somewhere…private.” The bear laughed nervously. “You don’t need to be shy, after all, I used to give you baths. We’re both guys, right? It’s not gonna be anything I haven’t seen before.”\n\nBrandon stepped forward nervously, his paws wringing the top of his towel before reluctantly letting it hit the floor. Pepper couldn’t help but gasp, it was something he hadn’t seen before.\n\nThe cub was sporting a legitimate red rocket. Hardly massive, but certainly oversized on such a little kit. But what was more shocking was just how engorged it was, veins clearly visible, knot blown up like a balloon under the sheath. A trickle of precum was gently oozing down the shaft as it bobbed lightly up and down.\n\n“Jesus!”, Pepper whispered, the word just slipped out of his mouth. He turned to Vera awkwardly. “Um. Is it…supposed to like that?”\n\nThe nurse gave him a look. “No.”\n\n“Brandon appears to be suffering from recurrent precocious pubescent priapism.” the nurse added matter-of-factly. “Symptoms include painful, near-constant erections and spontaneous ejaculations, with possible long-term damage to the penis if left untreated. Now I know that must all sound very frightening, but as I finished explaining to Brandon earlier, there is no need to panic. Brandon appears to be in the early stages and this affliction is not unheard of for kits in his age range. It’s just a side-effect of such an unusually early puberty.”\n\nPepper was surprised into something like a laugh. “Puberty? At his age?!”\n\n“See for yourself.”\n\nVera knelt down beside the kit, illustrating his anatomy in detail. “Brandon possesses several telltale signs of accelerated gonadarche. Notice the disproportionate size of the penis, particularly its circumference, in comparison to the boy’s height and age. Note the presence of seminal fluid and therefore semen. Most importantly, notice the sizably developed knot, its engorgement, and partial extrusion from the sheath. This feature is noticeably absent in prepubescent kits.”\n\nBrandon squirmed at his penis jumped a little at the sudden attention, already pent-up from his previous examination. He blushed fiercely beneath his fur, luckily the two adults seemed too distracted to notice. As Vera spoke she absentmindedly dragged a claw against one of his veins, forcing Brandon to bite his lip in a stifled whimper. His erection throbbed in protest as a renewed stream of precum drooled from the shaft.\n\nVera stood up and shuffled through her drawer, retrieving a bottle of clear liquid. She pulled the office chair closer, taking a seat behind the shivering kit.\n\nPepper watched uncomfortably. “…Shouldn’t a doctor be examining him?”\n\n“There’s no need,” Vera replied as she rubbed her paws in the fluid. “Treatment is simple. This merely requires a fox’s touch…”\n\nScooting the chair forward, Vera wrapped her fingers around the boy’s shaft. Instantly Brandon felt a flash of lightning go up his spine. He stood on his toes, instinctively pressing up against her paw, squeezing himself into her grip. Pre dribbled down the nurse’s fingers as Brandon murred, his aching frustration abruptly melting away.\n\nPepper stood up, terrified. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?! Take your paws off of him, now!”\n\n“No!” Brandon twisted back around, a pleading desperation in his eyes. “Please! Don’t make her stop!” “It hurts…” he whimpered. The cub stalled, struggling to find the right words. “I-I don’t want it to hurt anymore…”\n\nPepper stood gawking at the kit, his mouth agape.\n\n“The easiest way to alleviate Brandon’s discomfort is through direct tactile stimulation of his knot,” Vera spoke calmly. “This will trigger an arousal response followed by a refractory period that should immediately mitigate his priapism. This would be a medical intervention, nothing more, but it isn’t something Brandon can do himself. You’re his legal guardian. It’s up to you.”\n\nPepper opened his mouth as if to say something, then closed it, swallowing hard. His gaze moved from the vixen to his son’s pleading expression.\n\n“Please…” the kit begged.\n\nFor a moment Pepper just continued to stare, dumbstruck by the boy’s response. But eventually his face fell and slouched back into the chair, putting a paw to his face with a vacant expression. He turned back to Vera, giving her a brief nod of consent.\n\nVera pulled the boy closer, putting her other paw against his tummy as she set her chin on his shoulder.\n\n“Hey there,” Vera said with a friendly grin.\n\n“H-Hi…” Brandon smiled back nervously.\n\n“I bet you weren’t expecting to do this when you got out of bed this morning.”\n\nThat made the kit laugh, breaking the tension a bit. He liked the way the vixen smiled. It felt so genuine. He wished he could smile like that.\n\n“Ideally in a situation like this, we’d spend a few weeks just talking and getting to know each other before attempting any sort of physical contact. But circumstances are hardly ideal…” The nurse’s expression took on a more serious tone. “This isn’t the right time or place to be doing this, but it’s still important to me that you feel in control. Do you still trust me, Brandon?”\n\n“Yes…” the boy whispered.\n\n“Please say it.”\n\n“I…I feel like I’m in control.”\n\nThe nurse smiled again. “Good. I want to try something that I think will help. Think of it as like a massage for your penis. It’s gonna feel really nice and tingly and you’ll squirt at the end, but it also might be a little uncomfortable at first. I’m going to have to pull your sheath back farther than it normally goes. I promise it’s safe. But just say the word and we can stop anytime. Would that be okay?”\n\nBrandon just nodded. In that moment he would have married if had she asked.\n\n“Okay. Just relax and let me take over from here.”\n\nThe nurse pulled back, shifting the cub around, bringing him back face-first. Brandon was glad to at least have the small privacy of having his back turned to his father…\n\n[i]Maybe she could send him to a different room–[/i]\n\nBrandon’s breath hitched as Vera suddenly began stroking back and forth. The motion was simple, but Brandon had never felt anything down there but his own paws. The sensation was incredible, Brandon could feel every movement of the nurse’s two fingers as they gently kneaded his sheath, loosening the skin and pushing it back inch and inch.\n\nAs Vera worked her digits around the shaft, the knot grew bigger, causing the skin to grow tight.\n\n“Ah!” Brandon winced. “Wait, you’re making it worse!”\n\n“We have to expose the knot fully from the sheath, usually that only happens once you’re a few years older. It might be a little tight.”\n\nBrandon bit his lip. “Eek. It stings!”\n\n“I know,” she said gently. “But the skin [i]will[/i] stretch. Can you hold on just a little while longer?”\n\nBrandon grimaced but nodded all the same, hugging her and burying his head in her chest, whimpering a wordless protest. Vera continued to slowly exfiltrate the knot, circling her fingertips alongside the growing red mass. The kit tensed up, whimpers turning into whines as his sheath gaped around the polyp of flesh.\n\n“We’re almost there…”\n\nBrandon gritted his teeth. “No, it’s too much… Ah!”\n\nThe kit gave a little yip as the knot flared before popping out fully. He loosened his grip on the nurse and pulled back, making little gasping sounds as he stared down at his exposed knot for the first time.\n\n“See, that wasn’t so bad was it?”\n\n“I guess not…” Brandon said, staring down at the red tissue, curiously looking it over.\n\nIt was odd seeing his sheath scrunched up in the back like that. The weight distribution felt different.\n\n“Is this your first time seeing your own knot?”\n\n“Yeah…” Brandon said, wincing a bit. “It’s so sensitive…it’s bigger than I thought.”\n\n“That’s because it grew up faster than the rest of you. Don’t worry, you’ll catch up eventually.” The nurse waited for a moment. “Can we keep going?”\n\n“Yeah. Just be gentle, okay?”\n\nVera grabbed the bottle and Brandon jumped again as the cold liquid drizzled over his shaft. Brandon’s tail flagged as the nurse’s skilled paw gave adequate attention to his entire shaft, lightly caressing the knot, ticking it before sliding back up only to move down again just as the tingling sensations began to fade, never overstimulating him.\n\nShe was right, the building sensation of pleasure had quickly covered up his discomfort, and Brandon felt himself getting lost in the feelings. It felt like her paws had a direct connection to his nervous system.\n\n“Yeah…” Brandon whispered. “Yeah, just like that…”\n\nThe pleasure Brandon felt was beyond anything he had ever been able to access with his paws. It came from somewhere much deeper. Brandon began trembling, little spasms at regular intervals, like the foreshocks of a coming quake.\n\nBrandon began thrusting into her paws, ancient instincts taking over. Soon the nurse wasn’t even moving anymore, she just let him hump into her, setting the pace. The kit panted with his head against her shoulder, smelling her hair as he penetrated her, resisting the strange urge to bite down on her neck.\n\nBrandon huffed. “Mrs. Andrews, I’ma squirt–”\n\nIn an instant Vera had pushed him away. Just before Brandon could whine a needy protest she had turned him around and pulled him back in turning him to face an empty wall as she rubbed his tummy with her free paw. Her lips were at his ear again.\n\n“Don’t worry about the mess.” she cooed. “Just relax and do what you need to do.”\n\nBrandon nodded, his trembling little body humping her paw faster and faster, the heavy pressure in his loins quickly spiraling beyond his control. He wrapped his paw around her arm, gripping onto her as he thrashed underneath.\n\n“Ah. Hah. Hah. Ah!”\n\nBrandon took one last glance back, saw Pepper still sitting there, staring back wide-eyed. For a moment Brandon and his father made eye contact, but then Brandon bit his lip and squinted as he felt his orgasm taking control.\n\nBrandon gave one last thrust and the nurse tightened her grip, holding his knot in place as he yipped and began to shoot his first rope of fertile seed. The orgasm pulsing from his cock was different from the others. It felt like it drew itself from the farthest reaches of his body, unblocking a tension he had been carrying for so long he forgot he was holding it, purifying him.\n\nBrandon mewled involuntarily, putting his paws to his mouth, embarrassed, before immediately mewling again. Brandon closed his eyes and shook his head before taking a deep breath, throwing his ears back, and mewling so loudly that he was sure everyone in the school could hear him. He couldn’t help himself, it felt like the sensations might rip him apart if he didn’t. He gritted his teeth, wishing he had something to bite down on as he continued to vocalize months of pent-up frustration.\n\n“That’s it little one…just let it all out…” Vera said, gently rocking the kit back and forth.\n\nBrandon’s mewls degraded into cute little whines and groans as Vera gently squeezed his knot in rhythm with his ejaculations, letting the pressure up at just the right time to maximize each squirt, painting the wall as she expertly milked the cub for all he was worth.\n\n[center][b]4[/b][/center]\nThe only sounds in the room were Brandon’s occasional gasps and the wet patting of the boy’s jets as they hit the floor. Pepper sat there, astonished, not just by the fact that he was watching his own underaged son, but by the sheer volume of spunk the kit could carry. It felt more like seeing a garden hose than any ejaculation Pepper had ever had. And the bear felt a twinge of shame as he shifted his paws to cover up the uncomfortable pressure in his trousers.\n\nThe spurts decreased in frequency and velocity until all that was left was the pitter-patter of a few drops dribbling down the boy’s balls. Brandon’s breath finally started to normalize and he tapped on the nurse’s arm.\n\n“All done?” Vera asked.\n\nThe kit just nodded sleepily, pushing her arms away and stumbling forward, swaying a bit as he stared at the trail of cum leading to the wall in front of him. “Sorry about the posters…” Brandon said, turning back to face her. He began to wobble and Vera jumped up just in time to catch him, laying him down gently on a dry spot on the floor. Pepper was by his side immediately.\n\n“Hazel?!”, he asked with rising panic, “Hazel are you okay?!”\n\nBut the sleepy kit just smiled back in recognition. “Daddy…” Brandon murmured before slipping into sleep. And for a split second another image flashed through Pepper’s mind. A familiar memory, like an old echo: the same kit with the same smile, a newborn still writing in his incubator, paws reaching out to grasp the bear with those bright blue eyes–\n\nPepper shoved the memory aside. “Hazel?!” he called out again. He turned back to the nurse. “What’s wrong with him?!” he demanded.\n\nVera put a paw on his shoulder. “Relax, he’s just a little tuckered out…”\n\nPepper stood. The kit lay snoring lightly on the floor, a smile plastered against his face like he had never been more content in his life.\n\n[right][b][i]// YOU ARE NOT VALID[/i][/b][/right]\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "
Everybody Yiffs: Chapter 2

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Time ticked by in silence as Nurse Andrews sat at her computer. The thirty-six-year-old vixen busied herself by sorting through her deluge of incoming email, glancing from one message to another without really paying attention to any in particular. She was far more interested in the bottomless kit who sat wordlessly at the other end of her desk. Every now and again the nurse’s gaze would wander to the other fox, curiously surveying her newest guest over the rim of the monitor: Hazel Brandon Kiddo.

The kit sat, eyes downcast. Eyes and paws on his lap, absentmindedly wringing his frayed tail. A towel had been provided in an attempt to salvage what little of his dignity remained, but the bulge poking out underneath the fabric didn’t leave much to the imagination. The kit had barely uttered two words since stepping into her office, despite the nurse’s numerous attempts to elicit conversation. He seemed content to sit in silence, waiting for his father to arrive.

The nurse leaned back in her chair, eyeing the wall clock with a frown. The boy’s father was supposed to be here nearly half an hour ago, what the hell was taking him so long? The nurse glanced back to discover the kit had been studying her intently. He looked away a split second too late, eyes darting to the wall, pretending to be preoccupied with a poster illustrating the importance of proper hydration.

So he’s curious too…

Thousands of cubs had flooded through Nurse Andrew’s life over the years. And while most of these children would happily ramble on to the point of soliloquy, Andrews found that it was this kit’s silence which commanded her attention. There was something in the kit’s nervous glance that seduced her. A sort of reticent skepticism. "Wise beyond his years.."' her mother would say. Too wise, Andrews suspected. There was a sadness to his wisdom. You watched the way he kept himself and you could tell this boy held secrets.

Nurse Andrews didn’t appreciate the idea of anyone being immune to her charm, least of all some school child. If charisma alone didn’t have the intended effect then perhaps a change in strategy was in order…

The nurse slid the keyboard aside, sliding her chair back and opening up her filing cabinet. She pulled out a jar of chocolate chip cookies before placing it conspicuously in the center of the desk, making sure to drop it with enough noise to get the boy’s attention. She lifted the lid and grabbed one, chewing on it lazily as she leaned back in her chair. Out of the corner of her eye she could see the kit staring back lustfully.

The nurse blinked and smiled back at him as if having forgotten the cub was there. “Oh, would you like one?” she asked.

The kit shifted again, eyes sliding away. “I’m not hungry…” the kit said quietly. But he glanced back in surprise when the nurse slid the jar beneath his snout.

“Of course you are. You missed lunch, didn’t you?” “Go ahead”, the nurse said encouragingly, “it will make you feel better.”

The kit glared back at her suspiciously, as if the jar were some sort of test. But eventually, his nose got the better of him and he pulled a cookie out, taking a cautious bite. As soon as he did the boy’s eyes lit up and he scarfed down the rest like something ravenous.

“You like them?” the nurse asked with a friendly smile.

The kit caught himself, nodded shyly. “They’re…really good.”

“They’re theobromine-free. I bake them myself. Please, have as many as you’d like.”

From the kit’s wide-eyed expression you would have thought she had promised him the moon. He grabbed another, then another, more greedily. Seemingly surprised by his own hunger.

The nurse studied him in silence as he ate. “Hazel…” she began, sliding the jar back to the kit’s dismay, “…you’re not in any trouble. You know that, right?”

The kits’s demeanor soured. He finished off the cookie, licking away the crumbs from his lips.

“Yes I am” he said sullenly, staring down at a spot on the desk.

“Now what makes you say that?”

“Cause I’m a pervert…”

“Nobody thinks you’re a pervert!”

The kit glanced up. “Jake does.”

“The polka-dotted dalmatian?”

The kit nodded. “He says I’m a pervert like all the other foxes.”

Nurse Andrews frowned. “That’s–”

“–It’s true.” the kit said, cutting her off. His downcast eyes were on the desk again, like he wasn’t talking to her but to himself.

“I am a pervert.” The kit hesitated. “B-Because I took off all my clothes at recess… I got naked…I got naked in front of everyone… And they all saw me. They saw my…” The kit trailed off, swallowing hard. Tears were starting to well up in his eyes.

“Now they all know…” he continued, just above a whisper. “There’s no point in keeping it a secret anymore because they all already know who I am…” He looked up at her. “It’s just like Jake told them. He always knew the truth… And now he has proof.”

The kit was trembling now, his voice beginning to crack. And the boy’s look of hollow desperation stirred something deep within the nurse. There was something nostalgic about it. She knew that look. The look of a kit who grew up receiving ADD medication instead of hugs.

“He’s full of shit!”

The boy jolted up, shocked by the nurse’s abrupt use of profanity. But the vixen’s expression remained resolute.

“Don’t listen to him Hazel. I know Jacob too. That boy’s got his own issues and they have absolutely nothing to do with you. Jacob isn’t picking on you because you’re a pervert, he’s picking on you because he’s a bully.”

The kit shook his head. “He’s worse than that, he’s a…a…”

The vixen leaned in with a mischievous grin. “I prefer the term ‘asshole’ myself.”

“Asshole!” the kit declared. He couldn’t help but giggle afterwards, thrilled by the novelty of using naughty words in front of an adult. He sniffed a bit more, wiping away the budding tears on his sleeve. The kit lifted his head with a sheepish smile, looking at the nurse as if really seeing her for the first time.

That’s good, the nurse thought. He looks good with a smile.

“You know what I think?”, the nurse said, sliding the jar back to the boy.

The kit shook his head as he took another cookie.

“I don’t think you’re a pervert at all. I think maybe you’ve just got a problem. A particular kind of problem. The kind you don’t like to talk about.”

The kit fell silent, lowering his ears in shame.

“I think this could be a problem that’s been causing you discomfort for some time. I’m thinking maybe that’s why you had to take your clothes off. Not because you wanted to be naked, but because this problem kept bugging you.”

The kit stared down at his cookie silently as if appraising it.

“I didn’t just get naked…” he said softly. “I, uh… I had a stiffy.”

“Oh.” the nurse replied, somewhat nonplussed. “Well that’s nothing to be ashamed of! Boys get stiff from time to time. Heh, everybody knows that…” The nurse made a furtive glance towards the cum-soaked shorts and diaper sitting in a grocery bag at their feet. A small trickle of semen was still dribbling from a gap where the plastic was tied. “Anything else?” the nurse asked.

“I squirted…” the boy lowered his ears.

“I see.” The nurse absently twirled the cookie jar in his paws. “Have you been getting ‘stiffies’ a lot lately?”

The kit nodded shyly.

“And how do they make you feel?

“…bad.”

“Why bad?”

“They hurt… They don’t go away…”

“You know Hazel, it’s normal for a boy’s penis to get stiff from time to time. That’s called an erection and it’s perfectly healthy… But it’s always supposed to feel good, never bad.”

The nurse fell silent again, contemplating her next response.

“Do you have a ‘stiffy’ right now?”

The kit gasped, nodding slowly.

“May I see?”

“…w-what?”

“Allow me to examine the area.”

The kit laughed like she had told a joke. “Why would you want to do that?!”

“Because I’m a nurse and it’s my job to ensure the health of our student population.” the nurse replied calmly.

“I-I’m not supposed to…”

The nurse raised a brow. “Who says you’re not supposed to?”

“My dad. He told me I’m not supposed to let anyone see or touch where my swimsuit covers.”

“Ah. Well, that would be very good advice–for a stranger. But I’m a trained medical professional, like a doctor. And right now I’d like you to think of me as your doctor.”

The kit stirred, dropping the cookie and putting his paws in his lap.

“But a doctor’s relationship is built on trust,” the nurse continued. “I’ll be honest with you Hazel, another adult would probably have already taken you to the ER. These episodes you’re having, they’re not something you can just ignore. If you keep doing that you might end up really hurting yourself. For all we know you could be really hurt already. That’s why it’s important for someone to examine you.”

The kit recoiled as he heard this, sinking deeper into the chair. He looked like he would be happy to disappear entirely if he could.

“Listen, Hazel…” the nurse said, her voice becoming softer. “…I can’t vouch for anyone else your parents might take you to. But as long as you’re sitting here, in my office, I will never force you to do anything you don’t want to do. If you don’t trust me or don’t feel safe around me or just don’t feel like letting a stranger see you naked, then we don’t have to examine you. We don’t even have to talk about it. We can just sit here and eat cookies until your father shows up.”

“…why do you even care?” the kit whispered sullenly.

The nurse thought about this for a moment. “Because I know you’re hurting and I think I can help.” And that much was true; the boy clearly was in pain. Although the nurse suspected the majority of his pain was not the physical kind.

“If you’ll trust me” she added. “Can you trust me, Hazel?”

The kit didn’t respond. He was be shutting down again, his fists tightening in his lap. And for a brief moment, the nurse was convinced she had lost him entirely.

“It’s Brandon.” the kit said timidly.

“Pardon?”

Brandon licked his lips, glancing up at her. “Brandon. I go by my middle name. Nobody calls me Hazel except my father…”

“‘Brandon’,” the nurse repeated with a warm smile. She held out a paw. “It’s very nice to meet you, Brandon.”

Brandon stared vacantly at the empty paw and couldn’t help but smirk as he reached out to shake it. “It’s very nice to meet you, Miss. Andrews.”

“Vera.”

“Vera…” Brandon repeated slowly, as if testing the waters.

Vera nodded her encouragement. “It’s short for Veronica. It’s what my kits call me.”

She dropped his paw. “Do you think you can trust me, Brandon?”

The kit nodded affirmatively, seemingly more at ease.

“Good.” Vera stood up and gestured to the other end of the room. “Well then, shall we?”

Brandon’s ears’ flattened as he turned to find the sickbed waiting for him.

2

Brandon lay on the sickbed, squirming a bit as the cot’s cold foam tickled his fur. He gripped the towel tightly, watching Vera calmly put on a pair of latex gloves. Brandon considered that he had never actually met another fox before, but this one seemed nice enough… Her voice was gilded with a subtle Foxlish accent, the same kind he would sometimes hear protesters yelling with on TV, but far less caustic. She’s so professional, I bet she’s not ashamed of anything…

Brandon noticed Vera was finished with the gloves and had now pulled up her chair to sit next to him, glancing down at the kit expectantly. Brandon suddenly felt that his face become very warm. “Just… Promise you won’t laugh, okay?”

Vera smiled despite herself. “That would be very unprofessional of me.”

Brandon wrung the lip of his towel nervously before nodding and slowly pulling away his paws. He jumped a bit as Vera casually tossed the fabric out of the way. The nurse just sat there, blinking down for a moment. “Oh. Well then…” she said as she pulled out a pen and notepad.

“Okay, Brandon…” Vera said, jotting down some notes. “…I’m going to apply a little bit of pressure to check for injuries. Now if any of this starts to hurt or feel uncomfortable just let me know and we can stop, okay?”

“…okay.” the boy squeaked. He was already uncomfortable.

“Just try and relax.”

Brandon nodded and laid back in the pillow, tensing up a bit as he felt those gloved paws start to press against his shaft. Despite his best efforts, the little kit couldn’t prevent his body from responding to the nurse’s gentle touch. It was like being teased, beads of pre were already starting to slide down his length. Vera squeezed one spot in particular and some of the pre squirted out, causing Brandon to yip and abruptly cover his face with his paws.

Vera couldn’t help but chuckle.

Brandon’s eyes widened, glaring at her through the gaps in the fingers. “You said you wouldn’t laugh!”

“I’m sorry it’s just… You’re very shy. I’ve never met a fox so modest before.”

“Well it’s embarrassing!” Brandon whined.

“It’s only embarrassing if you’re embarrassed.”

“Of course I am!” The kit crossed his arms, scrunching his whiskers as he stared down at the bobbing flesh. “It’s fat…and ugly.” he pouted.

“No its not, it’s perfectly nice” Vera said. “It’s just excited, and maybe a little over-developed…”

Brandon squirmed a bit at a new sensation. Vera had pressed a ruler against his shaft, keenly measuring the different sections of his girth and jotting these numbers in her notepad. The kit grimaced and laid back again, his gaze wandering to the various health posters that littered the office walls.

“Hey, Vera…?” Brandon asked, nervously tugging his paws together.

“Hmm?”

“You’re not going to use any needles, are you?”

The nurse paused, glancing back at the kit curiously.

“…to drain the blood out?”

“No.” she smiled reassuringly “No needles.” She went back to the measurements. “Besides, aspiration would only be a temporary solution anyway. I believe your condition is hormonal in nature.”

Brandon nodded, pretending to understand. He shifted uncomfortably beneath her touch. “Have you done anything like this before…? …with another boy I mean?”

“Mmm-hmm. Back on the East Side, I used to work with a lot of kits your age.”

“You lived on the East Side…?”

“I still do.” She put a paw on his shoulder. “I’ll tell you about it some more once we’ve finished. We’re almost done now, you’re being very brave.”

“I just want to take a quick peek at your knot…”

Vera slipped a finger under his sheath and began to gently tug it down. As she did, the skin tightened, getting stuck around the knot.

“Ow! Stop! Stop!”, Brandon yelped.

Vera pulled her paws back. “Sorry, did I hurt you?”

“It doesn’t go back that far!”

“I see…” the nurse said, contemplating this for a moment. Abruptly she stood up, clasping her paws together cheerfully. “Okay, all done! You can put the towel back on now.”

She put the notebook back on her desk, briskly grabbing the jar of cookies and handing them to him. “Thanks for being such a good patient! I don’t have any lollypops but…here, you can have the rest.”

Brandon clumsily hugged the jar, awkwardly using his free paw to pull up the towel as he sat upright on the cot. He watched as Vera sat at the computer, occasionally glancing at her notes as she typed in her report.

“So…what’s wrong with me?” he asked after a few moments of silence.

“Nothing” Vera said, eyes still on the monitor. “You appear to be perfectly healthy.”

The kit’s eyes narrowed. “Liar,” he said.

“Am not,” Vera replied. “That’s exactly what I’m typing in your incident report: Hazel Brandon Kiddo. Male. Nine years old. Red Fox. Fifth Grade. Appears otherwise healthy. Suffering from a bad case of precocious pubescent priapism.”

Brandon repeated the word slowly, unsure if he could fit all the syllables in his mouth. “P-Pri-a-prism…?”

Vera nodded, still typing absentmindedly. “It’s just a fancy way of saying your penis is hard and won’t go soft. In most species it’s considered a medical emergency.”

“It is?!” Brandon asked with some alarm.

The nurse caught herself and stopped typing, pulling her head away from the keyboard. She gave the kit a reassuring smile. “You’re going to be just fine, Brandon.”

“How can you be sure?!”

She turned back to the screen and continued typing. “I’ve seen the same symptoms before in other kits your age. It’s not as uncommon as you might think, nor nearly as serious. It’s just…something that can sometimes in some species as boys grow older. Don’t fret, it’s only temporary. And easy to manage once you learn how.”

Brandon’s ears perked up excitedly. “Really?!”

“Yep.” Her eyes darted away from the monitor, meeting his with a sly grin. “And doing so won’t require any needles either.”

“S-So I’m not stuck this way? I haven’t…broken it?”

The nurse laughed at the suggestion. “No Brandon, you haven’t ‘broken it’. You’re just growing up, that’s all. Probably with a slight hormonal imbalance… Just relax, okay? I promise by this time tomorrow you’ll be feeling right as rain. We’ll go over some treatment options once your father arrives…”

Brandon couldn’t help but smile and chuckle softly to himself, overcome with the relief of his good fortune. But the laughter soon devolved into whimpers and before long Vera glanced up to find the kit crying silently.

“Brandon, what’s wrong?” she asked with some concern.

The sniffling cub shook his head. “I thought…I thought I was going to be like this forever…” He quickly rubbed at the tears with a whimper. “I’m sorry…”

“You don’t have to be sorry!” Vera said with an uncertain smile. “Everything is going to be okay…” She stood up, quickly glancing around her office. “Um…” “Here,” she said, handing him a box of tissues off the counter.

“Thanks…” Brandon said in a soft whimper.

Vera waited patiently as the boy regained his composure, pulling the office chair out from behind her desk and taking a seat a few feet in front of the cub, folding her legs.

“Been a rough day, hasn’t it?” she asked sympathetically.

The kit sniffed and wiped his nose, giving a brief nod.

“I bet you’ve been having a lot of rough days lately, huh? I can just imagine… But you know, it’s like I said, a lot more common than you’d think. Plenty of kits go through this at your age.”

“…They do?”

“Of course!” the nurse replied. She hesitated for a moment. “Brandon, what did you mean when you said you were worried you had ‘broken it’?”

The kit didn’t respond. He glanced away as he wiped the rest of the tears, setting the tissue box down.

“Did your parents ever talk to you about growing up?” Vera asked, pushing forward. “The sort of changes your body–a male kit’s body–goes through as it develops?”

The kit shrugged in silence. “…Mrs. Hatchet showed us a video about it in class…” he added timidly. “She sent all the girls to a different room and gave us a test on it afterwards. It talked about…puberty and wet dreams and…stuff. So yeah, I guess I know about it…”

“The one with the wolf cubs?” Vera asked.

Brandon nodded.

“Ah… Well Brandon, that movie your teacher showed you, it’s what the staff would call ‘age appropriate’. That means it tends to be very abstract because it deals in topics most kids your age won’t need to think about for a couple more years. And it doesn’t go into the differences between species. You’re not a wolf, Brandon. And so it wouldn’t be reasonable to expect your body to behave like one.”

“You know, everyone’s body is different.” the nurse continued. “We all grow at different rates! I’m sure you noticed yourself growing a lot lately…” She gave Brandon a knowing look, causing the boy’s ears to wilt in response.

“Don’t be embarrassed!” she laughed. “Like I said, we all go through it! Some faster than others… But you see Brandon, that’s my point: Some species have special needs with regards to their bodies.”

The kit stirred. “‘Special needs’?” he asked.

“That’s right!” Vera answered cheerfully. “And it’s perfectly natural! Some species have special responsibilities when it comes to keeping themselves healthy. As a kit begins to develop from child to adolescent, their bodies have to work overtime to help them grow. And during this period of transition these needs can become a lot more pressing. That’s what it’s important to make sure that kits your age understand how to meet these needs…before they become a problem.”

“Is that what you think is happening? That I don’t know how to take care of my needs?”

“Well, it’s not that simple Brandon… You see, for some kits, well, their bodies can develop a little too fast for their own good. And when that happens they can become very needy indeed. In some cases, a kit needs a little special extra attention to keep themselves in balance. That’s all that’s happening Brandon, your body is going to a bit of a rough patch, and needs a little help. That doesn’t make you ‘broken’, it just makes you ‘special’!”

“Is that what you call it?!” the kit snarled.

Vera was taken aback by the boy’s abrupt change in demeanor, the sudden intensity in his stare.

“‘Special’…” Brandon spat the word out like a slur. “That’s what my dad’s always telling me. That I’m so unique. I’m a ‘special boy’.” Brandon said mockingly. “I have to wear sunglasses when I go outside because I’m ‘special’. I have to wear diapers in the fifth grade because I’m so fucking ‘special’!”

The boy fell silent for a moment, his eyes filled with resentment.

“It’s because I’m a fox, isn’t it?”

The nurse shifted uncertainly. “That’s not what I said–”

“–But it’s what you meant.” the boy interrupted. “Wasn’t it? You kept saying ‘kits’ not ‘cubs’. You kept saying ‘some species’ but what you really meant was foxes, right? Other boys don’t have to deal with this. It’s because I’m a fox.”

“Because you’re a fox…” Vera admitted. “Yes.”

Brandon nodded as he soaked this in, abruptly turning away again. His fierceness abruptly extinguished.

“I hate being a fox…” he muttered sullenly.

Vera stole another glance at the wall clock before standing up from her chair with a sigh. She sat up on the cot next to the kit, gently pulling the cookie jar out of his paws and setting it aside.

“Now why would you say that?” she asked kindly.

“Because I hate it!” the boy growled. “I hate the way everyone always looks at me!”

“You know a lot of people spend their entire lives trying to stand out from the crowd.”

The cub shook his head. “I just want to be like everyone else.”

“But we’re not like everyone else, are we?” Vera said with a wry smile. “I think you’re starting to understand that now. And I’m not just talking about the color of our fur.”

She cocked her head. “How are your grades?”

“I dunno…okay I guess.”

“I’m bet they’re more than okay. In fact I bet they’re fantastic. I bet you ace all your test because you’re the smartest boy in your class. I bet that’s why you’re only nine years old and already in the fifth grade. I bet you’ll be ready for college in a few years. Most foxes are…”

The kit remained silent, obviously not thrilled by the prospect.

“You know Brandon, believe it or not, I do have some idea of what you’re going through.”

Brandon glanced up at her skeptically. “You know what I’m going through?”

“Well I don’t have a penis, that’s not what I meant… But I know what it feels like to be an outsider. It seems like a lot of people are feeling that way these days. And you don’t need to be a fox to know how much it hurts.”

She leaned back, taking a deep breath. “It didn’t always use to be this way you know. Once you being to study our history, our real history, you’ll realize that. And I think you’ll also come to realize that despite how you might be feeling right now, you’re actually incredibly privileged to be living in this city. We’re both privileged really.”

“It doesn’t feel like a privilege…” the boy muttered.

“Yes, I know,” Vera answered softly. “It’s lonely, isn’t it? Sometimes I feel lonely too…”

The vixen paused, staring wistfully across the room, like she was looking at something Brandon couldn’t see. “When I first got my work visa approved to come across the river, I felt like I had won the lottery. I knew people, like some of my best friends, who would have murdered each other for that kind of opportunity. I was so excited to travel to the West End, so excited to finally have a job that made real money…”

“But it’s lonely work. I never expected to see another fox in this city. So you can imagine my surprise when I transferred here on my first day only to discover another fox family had enrolled their kit in this very school.”

Brandon jumped a bit as he felt the vixen’s paw on his own. He looked up to discover Vera leaning in with a warm smile. “It’s good to have the company,” she said.

Brandon just stared back at her for a while before noticing she had offered him a cookie with her other paw. “That’s so dumb…” Brandon scoffed. But the kit cracked a grin and took the cookie anyway.

Vera grinned as well, grabbed a handful with her paw and shoved them into her mouth. “You know this is fun,” she said with a full mouth. “I always wanted an excuse to talk to you. Maybe you should get sick more often.”

Brandon chuckled. “I think I’ll pass…” The kit munched on his cookie. “I um…I’m sorry I swore at you before.” he offered shyly.

“Eh, don’t worry about that. Sometimes it’s appropriate to swear.”

“Mrs. Hatchet doesn’t think so. She put Jake in detention for swearing last week. She told the class that a dirty mouth leads to a dirty mind and if Jake doesn’t shape up he’s going to grow up to be a dirty adult too.”

Vera frowned at this. “Yeah, well, sometimes Mrs. Hatchet can be a bit of a cunt…”

Vera studied the cub, nodding at him. “So what’s with the shades?”

“Huh?” the boy twisted back, confused.

She pointed to his head. “Your goggles.”

“Oh…” Brandon pulled the tinted goggles off his forehead, fumbling with them in his paws. “My eyes don’t work right, they can’t filter out enough of the sunlight. So when it’s bright out I have to wear them, mostly in the summer.”

“See, you are special!”

Brandon rolled his eyes as he slipped the goggles back on.

“My sister was photophobic,” Vera added. “It’s a fox thing.”

“Wow, what a surprise…” Brandon said as he finished off the rest of his cookie.

Vera turned her attention to the oversized whistle hanging from the boy’s collar. “Not sure about this though…” she said, flicking it with her claws. “For someone who doesn’t like to stand out you sure have some shrewd fashion sense.”Isn’t it a bit heavy for a kit your size?”

Brandon hesitated, grasping the whistle in both paws like it was a sacred treasure.

“It was my mother’s… She wanted me to have it.”

“That’s sweet,” Vera said. “Does she live in the West End as well?”

The kit stirred. He seemed to be almost on the verge of adding something else when his ears perked. The pair both turned to the office door where a trail of paw-pads could be heard quickly advancing down the hall.

3

The door burst open and a rather discomposed brown bear stumbled into the room. The man was in his mid-to-late thirties, and certainly not a fox. The bear had made it barely two steps in before he started apologizing profusely.

“I’m sorry I’m late,” Pepper began. “The traffic in the city–”

The bear paused when he noticed the strange positions of the nurse and the kit, the fact that the boy seemed to be wearing only a towel. He sniffed and furrowed his brow, following the odd scent to the bag of soggy underthings on the floor. His eyes widened when he recognized it. Christ, so that’s what she meant by ‘accident’, why hadn’t he thought to bring a fresh pair of pants?

Pepper’s eyes slid back to Brandon, his expression hardening as he noted the wet spot covering a bump on the towel.

“Grab your things, we’re leaving.” he declared.

A familiar look of surrender covered Brandon’s face as the brown bear took hold of his paw, yanking him off the cot. He barely gave the poor cub enough time to grab his soiled clothing before marching him to the door.

Vera stood up immediately. “Uh…sir?”

“Thank you very much for looking after my son.” the bear said without glancing back.

“Sir, wait–”

Pepper opened the door, giving a brief nod back. “I can take over from here. I apologize for any inconvenience.” He turned to leave.

“Peppercorn Kiddo!”

Pepper flinched as the woman’s sharp tone cut through the air like a knife, leaving him frozen in place. The words seemed to echo in the air like a lingering threat and as Pepper turned around he half-expected the vixen to be snarling at him. But Vera merely met his gaze with a pleasant professional smile.

“It is ‘Peppercorn’, isn’t it?” She asked, slowly stepping forward. “I recognized your voice over the phone. Such an interesting name…interesting names must be a theme in your family.” She put a paw to her chest. “I’m Nurse Andrews, I believe we spoke earlier?”

“Erm, yes. It’s nice to meet you.” Pepper gave a courteous nod, turning back to the door. “I’m afraid you’ll have to excuse us, we’re in a bit of a hurry–”

“–But of course!” the nurse said, interrupting him again. “I know we’re all very busy, but I was hoping to have a word with you first. I was just telling Brandon how nice it was to finally share the company of another fox. I was so looking forward to meeting his family…” Her tone implied this was not a statement but a thinly veiled accusation.

The nurse took another couple of steps until she was standing right in front of Pepper. He could smell the fragrances of her fur as she reached out to gently close the door behind him, gesturing to the empty chair at her desk. “If you’ll indulge me,” she added politely, flashing her trademark smile. Her white fangs glinted in the light.

Pepper exchanged a grimace with the kit before letting go of his paw and taking a seat at the desk. He was filled with the vague feeling that now he was the one in trouble. He turned around curiously when he heard the door’s lock click behind him. Vera stood with her paw on the cub’s shoulder.

“Brandon, why don’t you show Peppercorn what you showed me earlier?”

Pepper furrowed his brow. “Show me what?”

The kit’s ears wilted. Suddenly Brandon was staring at the floor. “I-I…”

Vera put her paw on his back. “Hey, it’s okay! This is a safe space, remember? There’s no shame here! Besides, I’m sure Peppercorn would want to see if you’re injured.” She shot the bear a look.

“Uh…that’s right!” Pepper straightened himself in the chair. “Did you hurt yourself, Hazel? You can show me. Even if it is somewhere…private.” The bear laughed nervously. “You don’t need to be shy, after all, I used to give you baths. We’re both guys, right? It’s not gonna be anything I haven’t seen before.”

Brandon stepped forward nervously, his paws wringing the top of his towel before reluctantly letting it hit the floor. Pepper couldn’t help but gasp, it was something he hadn’t seen before.

The cub was sporting a legitimate red rocket. Hardly massive, but certainly oversized on such a little kit. But what was more shocking was just how engorged it was, veins clearly visible, knot blown up like a balloon under the sheath. A trickle of precum was gently oozing down the shaft as it bobbed lightly up and down.

“Jesus!”, Pepper whispered, the word just slipped out of his mouth. He turned to Vera awkwardly. “Um. Is it…supposed to like that?”

The nurse gave him a look. “No.”

“Brandon appears to be suffering from recurrent precocious pubescent priapism.” the nurse added matter-of-factly. “Symptoms include painful, near-constant erections and spontaneous ejaculations, with possible long-term damage to the penis if left untreated. Now I know that must all sound very frightening, but as I finished explaining to Brandon earlier, there is no need to panic. Brandon appears to be in the early stages and this affliction is not unheard of for kits in his age range. It’s just a side-effect of such an unusually early puberty.”

Pepper was surprised into something like a laugh. “Puberty? At his age?!”

“See for yourself.”

Vera knelt down beside the kit, illustrating his anatomy in detail. “Brandon possesses several telltale signs of accelerated gonadarche. Notice the disproportionate size of the penis, particularly its circumference, in comparison to the boy’s height and age. Note the presence of seminal fluid and therefore semen. Most importantly, notice the sizably developed knot, its engorgement, and partial extrusion from the sheath. This feature is noticeably absent in prepubescent kits.”

Brandon squirmed at his penis jumped a little at the sudden attention, already pent-up from his previous examination. He blushed fiercely beneath his fur, luckily the two adults seemed too distracted to notice. As Vera spoke she absentmindedly dragged a claw against one of his veins, forcing Brandon to bite his lip in a stifled whimper. His erection throbbed in protest as a renewed stream of precum drooled from the shaft.

Vera stood up and shuffled through her drawer, retrieving a bottle of clear liquid. She pulled the office chair closer, taking a seat behind the shivering kit.

Pepper watched uncomfortably. “…Shouldn’t a doctor be examining him?”

“There’s no need,” Vera replied as she rubbed her paws in the fluid. “Treatment is simple. This merely requires a fox’s touch…”

Scooting the chair forward, Vera wrapped her fingers around the boy’s shaft. Instantly Brandon felt a flash of lightning go up his spine. He stood on his toes, instinctively pressing up against her paw, squeezing himself into her grip. Pre dribbled down the nurse’s fingers as Brandon murred, his aching frustration abruptly melting away.

Pepper stood up, terrified. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?! Take your paws off of him, now!”

“No!” Brandon twisted back around, a pleading desperation in his eyes. “Please! Don’t make her stop!” “It hurts…” he whimpered. The cub stalled, struggling to find the right words. “I-I don’t want it to hurt anymore…”

Pepper stood gawking at the kit, his mouth agape.

“The easiest way to alleviate Brandon’s discomfort is through direct tactile stimulation of his knot,” Vera spoke calmly. “This will trigger an arousal response followed by a refractory period that should immediately mitigate his priapism. This would be a medical intervention, nothing more, but it isn’t something Brandon can do himself. You’re his legal guardian. It’s up to you.”

Pepper opened his mouth as if to say something, then closed it, swallowing hard. His gaze moved from the vixen to his son’s pleading expression.

“Please…” the kit begged.

For a moment Pepper just continued to stare, dumbstruck by the boy’s response. But eventually his face fell and slouched back into the chair, putting a paw to his face with a vacant expression. He turned back to Vera, giving her a brief nod of consent.

Vera pulled the boy closer, putting her other paw against his tummy as she set her chin on his shoulder.

“Hey there,” Vera said with a friendly grin.

“H-Hi…” Brandon smiled back nervously.

“I bet you weren’t expecting to do this when you got out of bed this morning.”

That made the kit laugh, breaking the tension a bit. He liked the way the vixen smiled. It felt so genuine. He wished he could smile like that.

“Ideally in a situation like this, we’d spend a few weeks just talking and getting to know each other before attempting any sort of physical contact. But circumstances are hardly ideal…” The nurse’s expression took on a more serious tone. “This isn’t the right time or place to be doing this, but it’s still important to me that you feel in control. Do you still trust me, Brandon?”

“Yes…” the boy whispered.

“Please say it.”

“I…I feel like I’m in control.”

The nurse smiled again. “Good. I want to try something that I think will help. Think of it as like a massage for your penis. It’s gonna feel really nice and tingly and you’ll squirt at the end, but it also might be a little uncomfortable at first. I’m going to have to pull your sheath back farther than it normally goes. I promise it’s safe. But just say the word and we can stop anytime. Would that be okay?”

Brandon just nodded. In that moment he would have married if had she asked.

“Okay. Just relax and let me take over from here.”

The nurse pulled back, shifting the cub around, bringing him back face-first. Brandon was glad to at least have the small privacy of having his back turned to his father…

Maybe she could send him to a different room–

Brandon’s breath hitched as Vera suddenly began stroking back and forth. The motion was simple, but Brandon had never felt anything down there but his own paws. The sensation was incredible, Brandon could feel every movement of the nurse’s two fingers as they gently kneaded his sheath, loosening the skin and pushing it back inch and inch.

As Vera worked her digits around the shaft, the knot grew bigger, causing the skin to grow tight.

“Ah!” Brandon winced. “Wait, you’re making it worse!”

“We have to expose the knot fully from the sheath, usually that only happens once you’re a few years older. It might be a little tight.”

Brandon bit his lip. “Eek. It stings!”

“I know,” she said gently. “But the skin will stretch. Can you hold on just a little while longer?”

Brandon grimaced but nodded all the same, hugging her and burying his head in her chest, whimpering a wordless protest. Vera continued to slowly exfiltrate the knot, circling her fingertips alongside the growing red mass. The kit tensed up, whimpers turning into whines as his sheath gaped around the polyp of flesh.

“We’re almost there…”

Brandon gritted his teeth. “No, it’s too much… Ah!”

The kit gave a little yip as the knot flared before popping out fully. He loosened his grip on the nurse and pulled back, making little gasping sounds as he stared down at his exposed knot for the first time.

“See, that wasn’t so bad was it?”

“I guess not…” Brandon said, staring down at the red tissue, curiously looking it over.

It was odd seeing his sheath scrunched up in the back like that. The weight distribution felt different.

“Is this your first time seeing your own knot?”

“Yeah…” Brandon said, wincing a bit. “It’s so sensitive…it’s bigger than I thought.”

“That’s because it grew up faster than the rest of you. Don’t worry, you’ll catch up eventually.” The nurse waited for a moment. “Can we keep going?”

“Yeah. Just be gentle, okay?”

Vera grabbed the bottle and Brandon jumped again as the cold liquid drizzled over his shaft. Brandon’s tail flagged as the nurse’s skilled paw gave adequate attention to his entire shaft, lightly caressing the knot, ticking it before sliding back up only to move down again just as the tingling sensations began to fade, never overstimulating him.

She was right, the building sensation of pleasure had quickly covered up his discomfort, and Brandon felt himself getting lost in the feelings. It felt like her paws had a direct connection to his nervous system.

“Yeah…” Brandon whispered. “Yeah, just like that…”

The pleasure Brandon felt was beyond anything he had ever been able to access with his paws. It came from somewhere much deeper. Brandon began trembling, little spasms at regular intervals, like the foreshocks of a coming quake.

Brandon began thrusting into her paws, ancient instincts taking over. Soon the nurse wasn’t even moving anymore, she just let him hump into her, setting the pace. The kit panted with his head against her shoulder, smelling her hair as he penetrated her, resisting the strange urge to bite down on her neck.

Brandon huffed. “Mrs. Andrews, I’ma squirt–”

In an instant Vera had pushed him away. Just before Brandon could whine a needy protest she had turned him around and pulled him back in turning him to face an empty wall as she rubbed his tummy with her free paw. Her lips were at his ear again.

“Don’t worry about the mess.” she cooed. “Just relax and do what you need to do.”

Brandon nodded, his trembling little body humping her paw faster and faster, the heavy pressure in his loins quickly spiraling beyond his control. He wrapped his paw around her arm, gripping onto her as he thrashed underneath.

“Ah. Hah. Hah. Ah!”

Brandon took one last glance back, saw Pepper still sitting there, staring back wide-eyed. For a moment Brandon and his father made eye contact, but then Brandon bit his lip and squinted as he felt his orgasm taking control.

Brandon gave one last thrust and the nurse tightened her grip, holding his knot in place as he yipped and began to shoot his first rope of fertile seed. The orgasm pulsing from his cock was different from the others. It felt like it drew itself from the farthest reaches of his body, unblocking a tension he had been carrying for so long he forgot he was holding it, purifying him.

Brandon mewled involuntarily, putting his paws to his mouth, embarrassed, before immediately mewling again. Brandon closed his eyes and shook his head before taking a deep breath, throwing his ears back, and mewling so loudly that he was sure everyone in the school could hear him. He couldn’t help himself, it felt like the sensations might rip him apart if he didn’t. He gritted his teeth, wishing he had something to bite down on as he continued to vocalize months of pent-up frustration.

“That’s it little one…just let it all out…” Vera said, gently rocking the kit back and forth.

Brandon’s mewls degraded into cute little whines and groans as Vera gently squeezed his knot in rhythm with his ejaculations, letting the pressure up at just the right time to maximize each squirt, painting the wall as she expertly milked the cub for all he was worth.

4

The only sounds in the room were Brandon’s occasional gasps and the wet patting of the boy’s jets as they hit the floor. Pepper sat there, astonished, not just by the fact that he was watching his own underaged son, but by the sheer volume of spunk the kit could carry. It felt more like seeing a garden hose than any ejaculation Pepper had ever had. And the bear felt a twinge of shame as he shifted his paws to cover up the uncomfortable pressure in his trousers.

The spurts decreased in frequency and velocity until all that was left was the pitter-patter of a few drops dribbling down the boy’s balls. Brandon’s breath finally started to normalize and he tapped on the nurse’s arm.

“All done?” Vera asked.

The kit just nodded sleepily, pushing her arms away and stumbling forward, swaying a bit as he stared at the trail of cum leading to the wall in front of him. “Sorry about the posters…” Brandon said, turning back to face her. He began to wobble and Vera jumped up just in time to catch him, laying him down gently on a dry spot on the floor. Pepper was by his side immediately.

“Hazel?!”, he asked with rising panic, “Hazel are you okay?!”

But the sleepy kit just smiled back in recognition. “Daddy…” Brandon murmured before slipping into sleep. And for a split second another image flashed through Pepper’s mind. A familiar memory, like an old echo: the same kit with the same smile, a newborn still writing in his incubator, paws reaching out to grasp the bear with those bright blue eyes–

Pepper shoved the memory aside. “Hazel?!” he called out again. He turned back to the nurse. “What’s wrong with him?!” he demanded.

Vera put a paw on his shoulder. “Relax, he’s just a little tuckered out…”

Pepper stood. The kit lay snoring lightly on the floor, a smile plastered against his face like he had never been more content in his life.

// YOU ARE NOT VALID


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