Masturbation quickly became her new favorite thing, beating out watching cartoons on TV, and even playing her video games. At school, at the mall, in the store while shopping with her mother, the young vixen would often excuse herself to the restroom to quickly rub one out whenever the need arose. But she mostly liked being at home, when she could simply lock herself in her room and play for as long as she desired. She can't recall when the habit went from innocent touching and exploring to not-so-innocent stroking and massages, but her mother quickly set down certain rules when she caught her daughter too many times with her paw down her skirt in public places...

	"Amanda," she had said after taking her daughter into an empty aisle at the grocery store. She knelt down to meet the vixen's eyes and her voice was very serious. "You're growing up and you're getting certain...urges...and I know that touching yourself down there feels very nice, but please please don't do it in public, alright? That isn't okay. If you feel you need to...do that, then use the restroom, okay? Promise me." Her eyes gazed into her daughter's, impressing the importance of the situation.
	"I promise, Mom," Manda said, reluctantly pulling her paw out of the waistband of her skirt. Jennifer thanked her daughter and rose back to her footpaws. "Um, Mom?"
"Yes, hun?
"May I go to the restroom now then?" The heat in her loins made her voice come out as barely more than a breathy squeak. 
Jennifer let out a gusty sigh. "Of course, dear, but...please don't take too long, and please try not to make too much noise, alright? What you're doing in there is private and not to be shared with anyone else okay? I'll be right in this aisle when you get back."
"Okay Mom!" and she scampered off towards the back of the store where the restrooms are located.
	Amanda found the hall leading to the restrooms and quickly navigated the turns to the four doors at the end. The dash through the store left her heart pounding and just short of panting, partially from the exertion and partially from the way her thighs shifted her panties just enough to feel them move against her sensitive sex. On either side of the dull white hallway were two doors: on the left, the one for men followed by the one for boys, and on the right was the one for women, and the one for girls. Each door had a square, black panel next to them. The vixen girl walked past the doors for the grown-ups and to her own door for the girls' room, which was painted pink. She looked across the hall to the boys' room whose door was painted a nice light blue. She looked up and down the vacant hall and, with a mischievious grin, stepped quickly to the blue door, pressed her paw to the black panel, and...nothing happened. Manda giggled softly to herself, wondering what mysteries lie beyond the blue door to the boys' restroom. She then quickly moved back to her own pink door and pressed her paw to the panel, and with a click, admitted her access.
	She entered and was delighted to see the walls were a shade of pink that matched the door, with white covering only the upper quarter to the ceiling. Six stalls, three on each side of the room, formed an aisle down the center, all painted in the same pretty, pink color just past the row of three sinks with one long mirror on her left. She thought she was alone, until a toilet in the back of the room flushed and a young, gray-furred rabbit stepped into the aisle who froze when she saw Amanda standing there. Her shock of black hair between her long ears was cropped short, very short, and she was dressed in plain-looking clothes: a solid black tee shirt and baggy gray shorts that came to her knees. She seemed to be older than Amanda, a good amount taller and...stockier somehow? But the flatness of her shirt revealed no sign of development in her chest; even Amanda, at her age, had a slight but noticable amount of curviness there. An awkward silence stretched for some seconds before Amanda stepped to the side of the aisle towards the sinks, inviting the odd girl to move through. 
	"Hiya!" Amanda greeting the rabbit cheerfully, but rather than responding, the other girl quickly walked past toward the sinks, staring intently on the floor tile in front of her. "That's a cute haircut!" she tried again. This time, the rabbit flicked her gaze to Amanda. Was that...panic on her face? And why is she blushing so much? Her eyes quickly returned to the sink as she put her paws under the water faucet for barely a few seconds before nearly running out of the room, not even bothering to dry off.
	"That was...weird," the vixen muttered aloud to the empty room. Apparently displeased at being forgotten, a sudden twitch between her legs reminded her of why she came here in the first place. Manda squeaked softly and pressed her thighs together feeling the warmth blossom from her tummy and waddled into the first stall on the left.
	Knowing her mother is waiting for her, she wasted no time in hiking up her skirt and taking a seat on the toilet. A dark streak of moisture ran up and down the front, staining the bright red heart that neatly covered her most intimate parts. The soft cotton clung to the damp cream-colored fur covering her swollen sex as she slowly dropped them around her ankles. The relatively cooler air of the room gave her a pleasant sensation that tingled around her mound and inner thighs. She sighed in relief to be free and exposed to the air. She cupped herself with a paw and pressed down firmly, relishing the feeling of skin-on-skin contact that was so much more satisfying than doing so through her clothing. She quickly ramped herself up, massaging her sex with her whole paw and pressing the heel into her tiny, stiff button that poked out from the top. From being so worked up from the attention she gave herself before coming to the restroom it was only a few minutes later that she felt it coming: The inescapable surge of pleasure and tightness. Her head fell back against the basin of the toilet, staring up to the foam tile ceiling, as the rush of climax overtook her. Stifling moans, she gasped and panted as she mashed her paw into her quivering cunny. Her hips jerked forward into her paw in time to the powerful contractions of her inner muscles. Too soon, the vixen began to wind back down. The contractions turning to faint twitches and finally relaxing altogether. She blinked back the tears that filled her eyes from the sheer pleasure of it all while she caught her breath. She sat back up on the seat and tore off a few lengths of toilet paper to wipe away the tears that streaked down her face, and soak up the wetness that matted her sex, thighs, and paw. After a minute of clean-up, she redressed herself and rose to wobbly legs, flushed, and exited the stall. And nearly bumped into a little mouse girl. The girl looked to be no older than ten, and so small and light Manda didn't even hear her come in. 
	"Oh! E-excuse me..." said the vixen, her voice hitching from still being a little out of breath. Amanda lightly stepped around the girl in the aisle between the stalls, but froze when she heard the other girl say, in a tiny voice: "Are you alright? What were you doing in there?"
	Still under the influence of warm after-glow, the older girl felt no embarassment whatsoever in leaning close and whispering into the younger girl's large, round ears something that brought a bright red blush to the mouse's white-furred face. Before any response could be made, Amanda giggled softly and padded to the sink to wash her paws properly, glancing back at the blushing mouse girl still standing in the aisle and staring wide-eyed downward towards the front of her little skirt as she opened the door and left.
	Amanda retraced her steps and found her mother still in that same aisle, now with a few more items in the shopping cart. "Hi, I'm back," she said as she rejoined her. Jennifer turned to see her daughter approach, and with nervous eyes looked her up and down.
"Do you feel...better now, sweetie?" Jennifer asked.
"Yep!" she chirped with a grin. "Loads better!"
Jennifer gave her a forced smile. "W-well we're almost done here, then we can go home."
"Alright Mom, need any help finding anything?" Jennifer's forced smile turned sincere and she gave her daughter a few items to look for. Manda was happy to help; After all, the sooner the shopping was finished, the sooner they'd be back home. And Manda knew that once they were back and all the groceries put away, she'd be right back in her bedroom for another round.