Holly was home alone again. Her parents off on a romantic getaway for the weekend, and her older brother and sister were out with their respective dates, leaving the teenage fox to stay home by herself.

She didn't feel like reading, and there was nothing  on the television. She didn't really have friends in school she could call and invite them to come over. At least not for what she had in mind.

What she really wanted was to yiff. Somebody, anybody, boy or girl, it didn't matter to her. The hot waves of desire spreading from her genitals couldn't distinguish between a hard cock and the warm tongue of another girl. Both ideas sent waves of passion through her in equal force.

Of course she had had the yiff talk in school when she was little, but she was a very sexually mature cub. Her first school talk about sexuality was when she was 8 years old. They had divided up the class into boys and girls, and they went into seperate rooms. They had taught her how her body works and the changes she would experience as she got older. She was oddly intrigued by all she learned, and that night, upon a close inspection of her own sex, she felt how soft her fur was down there. And from this, she had discovered pawing herself was a fun activity, and she practiced it regularly. And as she continued to practice, she could start feeling the warmth of arousal and became hooked. Several months after that, on her ninth birthday, she had attained orgasm.

'Mm, that was the best birthday ever,' thought Holly, giggling as she remembered how the whole day played out, even after six years...

She had woken up earlier than usual that morning, and right away she knew something was wrong. She threw the covers off of her and saw the front of her pajama bottoms were wet. Thinking she must have wet the bed, she quickly changed her clothes and hid the soiled pajamas and underwear at the bottom of her clothes hamper. 

Slipping out of her bedroom quietly in case someone was already up, she went into the bathroom to clean herself. She took off her pants and saw another wet spot appear on the front of her underwear again. Dropping her underwear next, she ran her hand over her slit, when she brought it back up, there was a sticky clear goo on her fingers. Taking a sniff of her wet fingers, she had determined, in a way she couldn't explain, that the stuff smelled very feminine. Satisfied with her self-examination, she took some toilet paper and cleaned herself off, pulled her clothes back on and left the bathroom.

However she soon realized that she was continuing to leak that strange goo throughout the day, having to return to the bathroom to dry herself off or put on another clean pair of underwear. She was starting to worry. 'Maybe,' she had thought. 'Maybe this is from all the times I've rubbed myself down there lately...Maybe I'm starting to get sick.'

This continued for the rest of the day, even having to sneak off to the bathroom during her birthday party. 

Finally at the end of the day, the feelings that usually tell her to paw herself came to her in double the strength. 'No! I mustn't!' Holly thought. 'I need to stop that so I can get better again!' 

Night had fallen and she was the only one still awake, trying to ignore the feeling deep in her tummy. But the young fox's willpower had failed her. Going into the bathroom once again to clean herself off, when she touched her wet crotch area, her tummy seemed to tighten up, sending a wave of dizzying warmth throughout her young body. The little fox was taken by surprise by this, nearly falling to the floor. She sat down on the toilet and pressed again on her mound, an even stronger wave of pleasure threatened to engulf the fox cub. She was panting and her heart was racing, and even as she looked she could see goo trickle from her hypersensitive sex parts and drip into the toilet. Gingerly spreading open her wet lips, wincing from the resulting squeeze of her tummy, she found what she was looking for: A glob of the goo leaked out from the hole at the bottom of her slit. She braced herself for what she was about to do. Holding her lips open with one hand, her other hand pointing her index finger just in front of the entrance, she took a breath and pushed her finger into her pussy.

The effect was instant. She let out a howl of shock and ecstacy, unable to control her body. Unable to see through tightly closed eyes, but feeling splashes of a hot liquid drench her hands and thighs, each one simultaniously sending waves of mind numbing pleasure through the young cub...

'Hmm the next thing I remember is waking up in my bed the next morning feeling supremely happy...' Holly thought, then realized she had a paw down her shorts that slipped through while she was reminiscing of that day.

'Pawing off today doesn't feel as good as it did back then...Now it's just a quick buzz and something to stop the nagging urges I have all the time,' she thought with a little sadness.

Then Holly was brought back to earth by the aching longing of her desire, no, NEED, to find a partner to yiff her tonight.

'And that's why I'm gonna get utterly satisfied tonight, after the intensity of real sex, pawing off will just feel pathetic,' the young vixen thought as she changed into her school uniform.
'After they see me in this, they won't be able to help themselves.'

And the determined young vixen walked out of her house into the night, walking towards the lights of the big city.