CW/tags: agender, intersex, null bulge, masturbation, non-sexual pee, cub, solo, sexual fluids, humping.

Casey Discovers Nothing

Casey unlocked the door, walked inside, and threw their backpack and shoes in the mud room.  The tanuki made sure to lock the door like their parents had instructed when they become a latch-key kid.  No homework tonight, since they had finished before the bell.  No friends online tonight, either.
Casey was so lucky to have friends at this new school.  Before their Dad got that new job and had to move, their classmates at the old school had been bullies and made Casey feel alone.  They called Casey “freak,” “hermaphrodite,” and all manner of gender-based insults.  Casey was just Casey, not a boy or a girl or intersex (Casey thought - “What does that even mean?”)  Casey dressed in easy clothes – school skirts or slacks, button-up shirts or t-shirts.  Clothing wasn't called “he” or “she”- why should Casey only pick one? 
“Maybe it would have been easier if I'd been just called one or the other,” Casey thought, “but I like being unique.”  Casey's parents knew it wouldn't be easy having a null-sexed child, but they decided to let Casey decide how to live.  They told Casey to only be true to themself, not anyone else's wishes.  And Casey had decided to just be Casey.
“My bulge isn't my whole me,” they thought.  Casey had had to learn early about penises and vulvas, since they were teased constantly for having neither.  Casey's crotch bulge just had a slightly aim-able mound with a hole for peeing.  Increasngly, the middle schooler's bulge had been getting swollen and reddish whenever they thought about... those naughty adult things all the other kids talked about.  Casey had been told about arousal and sex in clinical terms, and told a lot about healthy relationships, but details on a sex life beyond abstinence were withheld for now.
Casey used the bathroom and left their slacks off, choosing to run around in a long t-shirt and white cotton panties.  They chose to sit this time and wipe carefully so the panties wouldn't be damp.  Mom was so particular about leaving spots on the couch!
“Peanut butter crackers and Power Rangers!” Casey said enthusiastically.  “The perfect after-school junk foods!”
They carried the snack to the TV, sat on the enormous, comfy fabric couch, and folded their legs to the side in a comfy recline for an afternoon of laziness.  Mom and Dad both worked late most days and Casey was a latch-key kid.  Dinner was before bed and weekends were quality family time, but week nights Casey was left to their own devices, being just responsible enough to not earn either parent's ire.
As the morph-suited sentai actors posed and shadow-boxed across the screen, Casey suddenly felt a rare feeling: representation.  “They like me,” Casey thought.  “Those Rangers are just bulge-y down there, not with boy or girl parts!  Those suits are WAY too tight to be anything else!”  Casey also figured they were wearing something to hide their bits, since null-sexed folks like them were rare.  
But Casey thought that maybe, just maybe, the characters could be like them.  Sure, they called each other “He” or “She” but so did plenty of null-sexed people!  Even Casey used other pronouns whenever it fit or others were trying to be respectful.
For the first time, it occurred to Casey that their own options weren't limited.  They weren't going to have to feel alone, or hide who they were when they grew up.  If a Power Ranger can be a null like me, then I can be anything!
Casey suddenly felt a little sad, though, realizing that since null-sexed folks are so rare, they'd never find many in their work.  “I couldn't get fit enough to be a Power Ranger,” they thought, “And of all the doctors and nurses I've seen I've never seen one who wasn't a man or a woman.”
And lovers?  Would Casey need to marry a man or a woman and never date another null-sexed person like themself?  Casey always figured they'd be alone.  “How does a null-sexed body even work... ya know... in bed?”
Casey double-checked the lock door and ran a hand down their panties.  The smooth bulge had sprouted just a little wispy fur as the tanuki had grown and it felt warm and fuzzy and comforting. It was a little naughty, Casey knew, to be touching their pee place outside the bathroom, but it was also comforting to scratch the day's grime away and rub that sensory center
“What if,” Casey thought, “I could find someone like me?  We'd support each other and hug and kiss, but after that...?”
Casey tried to imagine such a lover.  Someone like themself with the same parts and same problems.  “If boys put a thing into a girl's thing, how do you do it when you got no things?”
Casey absentmindedly rubbed their bulge a little, turning the fur to and fro in a pleasing stimulation.  It started to feel a little warmer, a little tighter, a little more round.  Casey felt a sudden shift in their mind.  “What if I touched them like this?” Casey thought, finding a sudden Whoa that seized their attention.
The tanuki was blushing, and a little short of breath.  The Power Rangers were ignored and their snack forgotten.  The whole world seemed to cataract around the warmth, the pressure, and the heat.  Oh heavens, the heat coming off Casey's null bulge!
Casey felt awkwardly around.  “There's got to be more to this than just stroking fur,” they thought, and ran their middle finger down to the lower half of the bulge.  Casey tried pushing left and right on the firm swollen bulge, but it couldn't satisfy the burning.  Casey tried pushing it down toward their butt and let out a huff.  Not enough, but pretty good.
“But what if I...”
Casey's eyes widened and they gasped as their middle finger pulled up on the mount of tight, swollen flesh.  THERE was a feeling!  Oh, that felt so good!  
Once more: “Ohhhhh!”  The tanuki gasped a little bit as they started to rub up and down with a finger, and then two, then three.  More pressure felt better, more movement felt great.  Movement and pressure, pulling up on that swelling all around their peeing place.
Casey lost the world around them.  Rubbing up and down.  No smells but the smell of their preteen crotch being rubbed about.  Rubbing up and down. No sound but the rustling of their fingers against null bulge fur.  Rubbing up and down.  No sight but feeling, so much feeling, so many warm and compelling feelings.  
Casey pushed their hips upward into their hand and became aware of something in their panties, like they hadn't wiped well after peeing.  “Can't stop,” Casey huffed.  “Gotta – keep – feel good!”
As the pleasure grew, Casey's arm got tired and they sat up.  They used their torso's weight to buck hips forward and back on their hand, a little faster and a little harder each time.  Their thighs tightened and loosened on their hand according to the demands of their null bulge for variety and intensity.
Suddenly Casey felt like they were topping a great, hot, pleasurably rough hilltop.  They felt some kind of beautiful sunshine on the horizon of their mind.  More rubbing, more pushing and pulling that spot, more moving, and more feeling of something coming.  Something coming.  Something cumming.
Casey lost total control and began to pant with exertion as they grinded their crotch into their hand.  They huffed and moaned as their bulge ran across their fingers and their fingers pressed into their bulge.  Something was warm and slick but Casey couldn't stop to see.  The hilltop was behind them – this was sunshine!
The sunshine felt amazing, and Casey lost themself in it.  All the world had cataracted into the grinding and the beautiful pleasure it brought their whole body, and Casey basked in the sensations.
Casey began to slow their grind and take away their hands as the world returned to them.  The sound of Power Rangers was still on the TV.  Casey saw their snack on the coffee table where it had been left half-eaten.  Casey began to smell their own sweat and a sort of odd smell from their crotch, like pee but deeper and more... intimate.
Casey suddenly noticed that their hand was slick with something.  It was slimy and clear and smelled.  It wasn't pee – Casey thought it might have something to do with the “cum” their classmates talked about.  Their panties had plenty of the stuff all over the gusset and front panel.  
In a quick panic, Casey shot up and checked the couch.  “Oh no no Mom is gonna kill m-” and then relief as Casey found no stain.  After a sigh of relief, Casey went to the bathroom, peed, and washed their hands.
…
Leaving the bathroom, Casey felt the wetness in their panties turn a little cold.  “Gotta change,” they thought, and walked down the hallway.  The movement of their legs on the bulge felt different than usual.  Their null bulge was still sensitive and a little swollen, and each sweep of that smooth and soft thigh teased it a little more.  
“This is silly, I gotta get changed!” the after-glowing tanuki thought.  “I can't let Mom or Dad come home and see me like this! They'd think I'm peeing myself like a baby!”
Reaching the hamper, Casey paused.  They ran a hand down and gently touched the front of their panties.  Even chilly, the slimy film felt different, and good, and naughty.  
“But how does a null-sexed kid like me do... stuff... like that?  What this goo for?”
Casey rubbed in a circle on the gooey panties and felt their heat rekindle.  Their bulge pulsed a little and began to swell again.  
“I think,” they huffed to themself, “I'm gonna find out!”
The pleasure was building again and Casey felt a drive to climb that hill again.  They closed their bedroom door and went to their bed.  They rubbed that bulge a little more and ran their other hand over other body parts.  Soft parts, gentle parts that needed attention.  The inside of their elbow, the soft thighs that caressed their bulge.  Their tummy, and their little mounds of breasts.  It felt so good to feel touched, to feel at home in their own body.  Not “boy” or “girl” or “other”, but “Me.”  And Me made them feel soooooo good.
Casey grabbed their body pillow.  A purple cylindrical soft thing, Casey had slept with it ever since they stopped sleeping with Mom and Dad.  It was a comforting and comfortable item.  Casey felt comfortable and wanted to feel even softer, even more comfy, even more loved.  
For the first time in, possibly, ever, Casey felt love for Casey.  And Casey wanted to show themself how much love they had to give.
Casey knew their hand wasn't fast enough or strong enough.  Back on the couch, they'd sat up and ground their hand until the arm and wrist hurt.  But the pillow was squishy and wouldn't be hurt.  
They straddled atop the pillow and began to grind.  The purple fluff wasn't as firm on their bulge, but it was rougher in texture.  Casey could press harder and not get hurt.  Starting faster than last time, Casey rubbed their bulge a few inches forward, a few inches back.
The moistened panties started to warm again with body heat and new slime.  Casey loved how it felt for that warm, swollen bulge to meet soft warmth right back, pressing bulge to pillow.  Soft, warm, and it feels so good!
Casey's crotch mound slid up and down the pillow at increasing pace.  Their urethra seeped little bits of slime with each rub. With each backward motion, a little more was rubbed into their panties.  With each forward motion, it smeared across their mound and made everything warm and slick against their good spot.  The room began to get musky and the pillow got warm with friction and body heat.
Casey's world began to shrink again.  The birds outside weren't chirping for Casey; they only heard their own panting and rustling of panties on pillow.  
Casey also heard the little squelches as crotch slime popped and slid with the motion.  A quick worry: “What if I get it on my pillow?” was quickly placed aside in favor of raw pleasure.
The warmth, the rough textures, the slick and musky slime, and the motion all combined in Casey's head as their soft, fuzzy bulge continued to hump their body pillow.  
Without warning, Casey flopped forward and hugged the pillow, rubbing their muzzle into it as their hips bucked hard and quick.  Each slide felt a little better, a little warmer, and contracted Casey's mind deeper into feeling just that wonderful sensation of warmth and love.
“Oh, it's coming again!” Casey thought, and increased their pace to a wild grinding.  Thighs tightening and loosening, almost flapping around the pillow, as their null bulge demanded more pressure.  Their bulge pulsed and their panties got warmer and wetter.
Casey felt stuck like they couldn't climb the steepest part of the hill.  It felt so good but it was so much harder this time to get to the top and feel everything be warm and tight and loved.  Casey worked into the pillow harder and harder, hugging tightly and sliding up and down and moving their thighs to get better angles.   It felt so good, but it just wouldn't reach that top spot again!
Just as Casey thought it wouldn't happen again, their mind went blank.  Only the hot jolts of pleasure coming from their crotch was in their head, ricocheting and deafening all other sensations.  Casey pressed hard, so hard, into the pillow, as the wonderful sunlight filled every part of their mind.  
Just when Casey thought they might be lost forever in that wild joy, Casey started to come back to their senses.  The first thing Casey noticed was how hot everything felt.  They were sweaty and their null bulge felt a little sore from over-friction.  When they moved away from the pillow, they felt the panties stick to their bulge.  That slime was there, and there was more than ever.  
Casey got off the bed and found their legs wobbly.  They threw their soaked panties in the hamper and used some tissues to wipe off.  As the glow faded, Casey noticed that their body pillow and bed had stains from that slimy cum they'd made.  “Later,” the cub said to themself.  
They staggered to the bathroom, peed, washed their hands, and went back to their snacks.  They had all evening to think about their discovery.  Casey had discovered that, despite being musky and making stains, playing with nothing could be great fun!  Now if only they could find someone else to play with.