Spear was the first to rise. He woke with the most blissful, warm and content sensation saddling his midriff, running all the way from his loins, up through his ribcage and spreading throughout his chest. The wolf hugged himself tight, content to simply lay there and enjoy his euphoria while the world came into focus around him. 
 
He had slept well, the most restful night he had experienced in a while; his dreams full of the tantalising, gorgeous vixen he had mated on the kitchen table. Vividly, he recalled what the had done; how he had watched her strip, watched her flaunt her fur and curves in front of him as her clothing fell away, how she had teased him mercilessly, then taken his length in her muzzle for a single, agonising suck. Over and over, he replayed the image of her spreading her legs for him, spreading her pussy, demanding his cock. 
 
How he had put his best friend’s mother on that dining room table and fucked her senseless. 
 
Naturally, Spear had spent a good hour following his tussle with Lexi furiously and shamelessly pawing at himself. It hadn’t been the same; nothing could compare to the sensation, the raw, hot feeling of dripping wet vixen cunt lips spreading about rock hard wolfcock. Still, he had cum several times, adding his own musk to Lexi’s juices that still so thickly stained the fur about muzzle, still tickling at his nose and causing his member to twitch with need. 
 
It was perhaps appropriate, then, that the first thing Spear came to realise upon waking was just how much he reeked. 
 “​. . . Crap.
​ ” 
 Upon removing himself to the bathroom and rinsing his face with a few splashes from the sink, Spear realized that he didn’t have a change of clothes. Much less than that, he didn’t even have a toothbrush. Figuring that a clean wolf with bad breath was better than a dirty wolf with bad breath, he stepped into the shower and ran the water, keeping the temperature lukewarm. He needed to both wake up and calm his still-raging hormones. 
 
It didn’t help much. 
 
Still, he was at least clean. Spear searched around for some deodorant, musing over whether Lexi would be turned off by him smelling too much like her son. Believing that the deodorant would likely be somewhat overpowering in his thick fur, he dried himself off and stepped from the bathroom, still wearing his school clothes from the previous day. He briefly entertained the notion of heading down the hallway and into Lexi’s room, but decided to leave her be. As close as the two had come last night, waking someone up in their own home was incredibly rude. The 

kitchen, in that case. 
 
Digging through the fridge, the wolf pulled out a can of iced tea, popped the top and sat at the table. He sipped at the chilled liquid, staring out into space as a million and one thoughts rushed through his mind. Most were what would be expected of any teenage boy after a night of passionate, wild sex; thoughts of fancy and lust.  He ran the events and sensations over and over through his head, and fantasised as to what they could do next. Fuck in her bed? In the car? Maybe he’s ask her for a little striptease. . .  
 
But above all else,  one thought kept coming back to him, something he couldn’t shake.  
 
He had cum inside her. 
 
Spear was hardly an A-grade student when it came to biology, but he knew enough. The thoughts of what might result from his actions were something he wasn’t quite willing to face up to yet. If he was honest with himself, he didn’t really want to know, at least not yet. 
 
His stupor was interrupted by the sound of a pair of feet clambering down the stairs followed by the sight of a fluffy red fox emerging from the hallway. 
 
Spear’s tail started to wag happily. “Oh, hey there,  Ryebread!” 
 
A still bleary-eyed Ryan patted his way into the kitchen, fetching himself some milk from the fridge. 
 
"Morning, Spear," he yawned, taking a few gulps directly from the carton. "Where's Mom?" 
 
"I have no idea, I just woke up a little bit ago." He placed the can down, smiling broadly at his friend. It was perhaps a little uncharacteristic of him to be this perky so early in the morning, even if they had both managed to sleep in a little. 
 
Ryan didn’t seem to notice. After finishing with the milk, he dug his way through the fridge. Pulling out the few remaining slices of pizza, he deposited them on a plate and placed them in the microwave. As it hummed away, the fox took a seat at the table, waiting for his breakfast to heat up. Ryan couldn’t help but notice that his face twitched a few times, and then cast his eyes about the room, as if searching for something. 
 
Then, he sniffed at the air a few times. "What's that smell?" 
 
Spear took a few whiffs of his own. 
 “​. . . Oh, shit.
​ ” 

 
His eyes sank to the surface of the table. There was still a distinctive glaze to it, a stickiness, and a pungent odour. He had done his best to clean up after his late night escapades, but had clearly failed to actually remove the scent of sex from the kitchen. Made aware of it, it now assaulted his own senses; heavy, rich and unquestionably obvious. 
 “​Shit. . . shit shit shit!
​ ” 
 After laughing for a second, he finally replied. "It's probably me. I. . . uh, hadn't planned on staying for the weekend, or even the night. I'm wearing the same dirty clothes, but I showered. I swear!" 
 
Ryan sniffed a few more times before the expression on his face changed from confusion to realization. He had known his friend to make more than a few dirty jokes, and drew an appropriate conclusion.  
 
"Hey, Spear?” The fox’s voice was but a shy whisper. “Were you jerking off on the couch?" 
 
"Um…” Once a moment passed, Spear sighed, and nodded. “Yeah, I did. Sorry." He looked around, keeping an eye out for Lexi. When he was sure she was still asleep in her room, he leaned over towards his friend, splitting a sly grin. "Do you have any lube? Jerking just with a paw dry is fine, but, you know. . . if I'm going to be over for the whole weekend, you need to help a friend out." 
 
Now Ryan twisted his face to one of mock-disgust. "Damn, Spear! First you get a boner over my Mom, and now you want lube to jack off with? Maybe this is why you don't have a girlfriend!" 
 
"Have you even seen your mom?!" A laugh came from the wolf. “Who would need a girlfriend when they have that to come over and look at?” 
 
Ryan dropped his head, staring into his lap for a moment. Sure, maybe Spear didn't have a girlfriend, but that wasn't to say that some of the girls at school weren't interested; he was without doubt an attractive wolf. On the other hand, Ryan was yet to fully develop, and was still considered 'cute' rather than 'hot' by most of his female classmates. Cute got you a hug and maybe a kiss or two, but not much else. 
 
"Actually, Spear," he said, lowering his voice a little. "Why don't you have a girlfriend?" 
 
Spear quickly looked out the window, avoiding eye contact with Ryan as he asked the question. There were some cute girls at school, and some who had even approached him, but he had never felt a particular urge to reciprocate. In light of his recent experience with Lexi, he very much doubted a highschool girl could compare to a full-bodied, sultry vixen. 

 
With a shrug, he began. “Really, I'm. . . not too sure. I guess it's hard to take someone seriously if they’re crushing over you, or if you’re crushing over someone else, and all only because you think they're cute. I'd rather date someone I think is smart and have stuff in common with, so I'm not going to ask a chick in the hallway out just because she has nice boobs or something."  
 
He scoffed, and took another sip of his tea. "That's what stupid jocks do." 
 "Spear, you are a ​little
​ bit of a jock, at least compared to me," replied Ryan, raising his voice a little. “Look at you! Even Mindy is all over you! I. . . “ 
 
He cut himself short and quickly closed his mouth before returning to his pizza. 
 
Spear gave him a quizzical look, tilting his head to the side as he replied. “Mindy? Who’s that?” 
 
“She’s. . .” Ryan pushed a piece about his plate. “You know! That cute mouse girl in my class. I was talking with her for about a week, and I thought I might ask her out. . .” 
 
“...Did she say no?” 
 
Ryan nodded solemnly. “She said she didn’t date predators, but,well, I overheard her talking with some of her friends about how she was only hanging out with me to get closer to you!” 
 
"She used you to get to me?" Spear pressed his teeth together, grinding his fangs over themselves. "That's pretty stupid of her, since it wouldn't work. I'm really not looking for anyone, like I said before." 
 
He gave the fox a playful punch to the shoulder. “Besides, I’ve already got someone.” 
 
Ryan looked up from his pizza. “What! Who?” 
 
“Your mom!” Spear jabbed a few more times at his friend as he burst into laughter. 
 
Ryan rolled his eyes. “Jeez, Spear, I really don’t need to hear about your jerking yourself off to my mom.” 
 
“But she’s soooo hot!” 
 
“Yes, she is.” Lexi sauntered into the room, clad head-to-toe in a dressing gown, keeping herherself well hidden for the time being. The vixen yawned loudly, flashing her fangs as she opened her maw and stretched upward, rising to the very tops of her toes as she worked all the kinks and knots from her body. 
 
“Le-. . . uh, Miss Lee!” Spear sat bolt upright in his chair, his fur standing on end. 

 
“Dirty little boys should keep their jokes to themselves!” she growled, playfully waving her finger at Spear. 
 
"I. . . um. . . sorry, I was just messing with Ryan," Spear retorted, keeping his gaze averted, not wanting to make eye contact with Lexi just yet. He suddenly felt very awkward, especially with both her son and his friend present. Though they had most certainly had sex on the very table before them, it was almost like a dream. As if it hadn’t actually happened, and the whole thing had been some mastubatory fantasy he can concocted while pleasuring himself on the couch. 
 
He didn’t realise it, but he had kept his head lowered for some time. 
 
"Coffee, Spear?” asked Lexi, jolting him from his stupor. “Ryan doesn't like the stuff." 
 
Ryan stuck out his tongue to show his disapproval as Spear took the offered mug. 
 
"Anyway, seeing as none of us are doing anything, I'd like to treat you boys to a fun day out. Movies, a theme park if you want, or we can go play some paintball. Your choice!." 
 
Spear’s ears pricked up. Movies? Paintball?! His own parents never took him anywhere! 
 
"But first..." Lexi turned to Ryan. "This smelly little fox needs a shower. Off you go! I'll get Spear some of your, erm, father's old clothes he can wear. They should just about fit him, I think." 
 
Ryan quickly finished the last few bites of leftover pizza before depositing the plate in the sink, and made for the bathroom. When Lexi was sure the sounds of the shower had drowned out his ability to hear outside the room, she locked her eyes with Spear and grinned. 
 
"Well. . . good morning." 
 
Spear took a sip from his coffee, briefly flashing his eyes at her. “Um. . . h-hi.” 
 
“Awww, what happened to my big, strong wolfy?” she asked, errantly stirring some sugar into his coffee. A lot of sugar, in fact. More than he’d normally want. “He was so eager to take me, and now he’s hiding behind his cup. Won’t even stop me from making it too sweet. . .” 
 
Spear lowered the cup to his waist. “Well. . .” 
 
"You know, Spear," Lexi began, sliding her way around to his side of the table. "I was fingering myself this morning, thinking about last night. Thinking about your cock." She tickled her paw along the top of his leg before sliding her way into his lap, the gown riding up and pressing panty-covered rump into his crotch. 

 
The corner of her mouth curled ever so slightly upward, and her voice softened. “For real this time.” 
 
Spear finally looked to her, his eyes going wide as he recalled the faces she had made for him during their little game. “Wait, Lexi, you’re saying that. . . last night, when I thought you were. . . um . .  when you said you were. . . you know?” 
 
Lexi giggled and hugged his face to her chest. “Oh, you’re so adorable! It was cute to see you all worked up like that!” 
 
"Uh. . . um. . ." He coughed, making a show of clearing his throat. "Well, I dreamed of you all night, too. I was jerking off to you. . . before you found me and played cards." 
 
She planted a kiss on his cheek. “Dirty wolfy.” 
 
By now, Spear felt more than a little tingle in his crotch. With Lexi’s gorgeous, firm ass pressing into him, the wolf couldn’t help but allow his paws to wander. He slid them up and under her gown, moving them around to the small of her back and scratching just above her tail with one, while the other rubbed gently along her thigh. The vixen closed her eyes and hummed softly at the attention, her lips parting ever so slightly when his fingers drifted just a little too far up and briefly came into contact with the warmth between her thighs. 
 
“Still feisty, are we?” she whispered, turning to face him with half-lidded eyes as she licked her lips. 
 
“How can I not be? You’re working me up on purpose, I can tell that much!” His paw suddenly slid underneath her and gave her rump and firm squeeze. 
 
“Spear. . .” 
 
“Yes, Lexi?” 
 
Any further conversation was momentarily silenced by Lexi’s muzzle locking with his own. Her lips tickled over his for a split second before she hungrily engulfed his maw, slipping her tongue out and probing past his fangs to curl about inside. Eagerly he returned the kiss, his saliva mixing with hers as their tongues wrapped over each other’s, tasting one another. His paw was sliding further and further under her, inching toward her honeypot, when she pulled back from the kiss. 
 
“Promise me something.” she said. 
 
Spear blinked a few times, his heart still pounding after the kiss. “Sure, Lexi, anything,” 

 
She sighed. “I know Ryan’s having a tough time. He used to be so cheerful and happy before his father left.” 
 
“Oh. . . he did mention that, I’ve just never really asked him about it.” 
 
“I was head over heels for that todd, madly in love. Too bad he turned out to be a complete scumbag.” She planted another quick kiss on his lips. “Promise me you’ll make sure he doesn’t turn out like that.” 
 
Spear flashed her a grin. "I wouldn't be friends with a jerk, so you can count on me!" 
 
“Thanks, that makes me happy.’ She rested her head on his shoulder. "Ryan's going to be a real heartbreaker in a few years, the girls will be all over him, I mean, just look at his Mom! He’s going to need you though; he needs you to be the big brother he never had.” 
 
Spear could only nod. 
 
"Sorry to offload all this onto you, Spear, but. . . " Her grin returned. "If you want to bang a mom, you're going to have to deal with the emotional baggage that comes along with it." 
 
Like a switch, Lexi's demeanor went from from concerned mother to horny vixen almost instantly. She traced her finger down his chest, her expression now one of pleading and innocence. “You still want to, don’t you? You still want this sexy fox mama, even though she’s a bad girl who’d fuck her son’s best friend?” 
 
Spear gulped. He had been willing to pass the previous night off as a one-time-only affair, but it seemed that Lexi had other ideas. “Oh, h-hell yes I want you!” 
 
“Mmmmm.” she moaned, gyrating her rear in his lap. “Does little wolfy want to be my boy-toy? If he’s good, he’ll get all the hot, wet vixen pussy he wants. . .” 
 
Hearing those words come from her mouth, so heated, so breathy and dripping with obscene lust; it was almost too much for the wolf to take. The whirlwind of the past twelve hours had sent his mind spinning. He had this absolutely gorgeous fox all but demanding that he make his cock available for her whenever she needed it; a duty he would gladly fulfil. He thought for the briefest moment about his friend. This was his mother, and though Spear knew he would never be the most important male in her life. . . 
 ‘​. . . all the vixen pussy he wants. . .
​ ’ 
 He opened his mouth to respond, only to be silenced by Lexi pushing a finger to his lips.  
 
“Ask nicely.” 

 
Spear bit his lip as the finger was retracted. It was embarrassing to say; such a shameful, dirty request! The offer, though, was simply too good to pass up. 
 
“Can, um. . .” he stammered, finally looking her in the eyes. “. . . Can I be your boy-toy?” 
 
“I’d like that!” Lexi squealed in delight. She hadn’t honestly expected him to turn her down, but simply hearing the words had given her a rush. 
 
A very, very sensual rush. 
 
The vixen started to pant. Her sex drive, so long dormant, had been kicked into overdrive. It took a good deal of restraint on her part to not simply throw her gown off, force Spear onto the floor and fuck him senseless. The fingers that had played over her crotch just moments ago now found their mark, stroking lightly through the fabric at her damp folds, just teasing, never pushing hard enough to any real pleasure. Lexi purred softly at the attentions of the younger male, relishing in the opportunity to simply be attended to. To have her own pleasure placed on a pedestal above even his own. 
 
“And. . . what might my boy toy want to do to me? What’s he going to do to his vixen?” The question was breathily exhaled from her mouth, her hips waving about in his lap, sliding moist fox pussy over strong lupine fingers. 
 
“Well. . . I. . .” The wolf’s response was cut short. Yelping loudly as Lexi’s paw snaked down his back to grasp firmly at his rump, the vixen pricking her claws lightly at the tight muscle underneath. 
 
“Yes?” she asked sweetly. 
 
"What might I do to you?" he mused, regaining some composure as her paw returned to his back. "I'd do anything you ask,  but I'd really like to. . ."  
 
"I really want to eat you out and for you to cum in my mouth!” He blushed, and then whispered one more word after he had a moment to calm down. “...Sorry.” 
 
“Why is my little wolfy sorry?” Lexi cooed, brushing his thick mane. “Any girl would be thrilled to have someone so eager to go down on them!” 
 
Spear turned his head, momentarily breaking eye contact with the vixen in his lap. “Oh, well I’ve only um . . . tasted a girl once before, and, well. . .” He trailed off. 
 
“Awww!” Lexi hugged him tight. Though oozing with confidence around his friends, alone as they were, his shyness was overwhelmingly cute. 

 
“Well, wolfy,” she continued, flicking his nose. “You had a quick taste last night. Want some more?” 
 
Spear’s ears pricked up at the offer; his response coming quickly and assertively. 
 
“Yes!” 
 
Pressing his paw more firmly against her panty-clad crotch, his palm mashed against her cunt, rubbing back and forth and giving the vixen something to grind against. Lexy eagerly took advantage of Spear’s boldness and thrust her hips forward, desperately gyrating her crotch to meet his motions as her words quickly turned to moans and gasps. After several moments of her needy vocalizations, his finger pulled the fabric aside, finally exposing her sex to him. A digit pressed into her, slipping past her drenched folds and invading her love tunnel. Without pause, Spear pumped it back and forth, stimulating her as best he could, his free paw pressing into her back to hold her body close to his. A second finger joined the first as both the speed and wetness of his ministrations increased. 
 
“Oohhhh. . .ohhh. . . wolfy! Do you like it? Do you like having your fingers inside me?" she moaned throatily, closing her eyes and losing herself in the pleasure. "Keep that up. Make your foxy vixen cum!" 
 
“C-can I use my mouth?” The wolf started to whimper. “Please?” 
 
After a brief moment of humming, Lexi answered. "Ryan usually takes about ten minutes in the shower, sometimes a little longer," she said with a wink, squirming about as Spear’s finger’s continued to work at her nethers, "That gives you about three minutes to make me feel good with that tongue of yours." 
 
The invitation was all he needed. Whatever reservations he may have had, about this friend being awake and so close by, or about the simple fact that he was sexually involved with mother, had all evaporated away. His vixen was asking that he pleasure her. No, she was demanding it. Demanding his tongue go inside her cunt. 
 
Growling, he thrust his head forward, clamping his jaws down on her neck and biting. It wasn’t strong enough to piercing her flesh, but it nevertheless sent shivers down her body, causing the vixen to whimper slightly. 
 
“Spear!” 
 
The wolf didn’t reply. Pushing Lexi from his lap and to her feet, he jumped from the chair and fell to his knees in front of her.  

 
“Three minutes?” he said, licking his lips. “That should be enough time to make you cum.” 
 
Leaning back against the table, the vixen spread her legs in response. “Oh? then why don't you show me just how great wolves are?" 
 
Ever keen to rise to a challenge, Spear wasted no time in grasping at her thighs with his paws and parting her legs further, pulling one up and over his shoulder to run down his back. The aroma of her arousal hit him in the face like a truck, over-stimulating his senses of causing a good deal of saliva to pool in his mouth, drooling out and down the side of his muzzle. Her petals were bare before him, parting slightly to reveal their glistening, moist inner folds. He couldn’t resist any longer, not that he had intended to. He needed to taste her, and he needed it now. 
 
"Oh fuck. . . Spear. . . Ooh, GOD DAMN!" 
 
Her voice rang out as Spear’s long, lupine tongue lashed out and found her pussy, dragging across her folds with a wet, hungry lick. Immediately, he growled, the intoxicating taste of her essence flooding his muzzle and driving him to push his maw tighter against her, probe his tongue deeper and deeper into her snatch. Last night had just been a quick little taste, but this was the raw deal. Every inch of her snatch was his to eat, to suck and lick as much as he wanted. His growls became savage and feral as he redoubled his efforts, pushing his tongue inside her. Writhing it about inside, he lavished the walls of her tunnel, pushing the quivering flesh aside as the flexible, pink muscle found her most sensitive spot. After a few slurps back and forth, he had her gasping and panting madly, all but begging for more. 
 
Lexi's paws shot to the table, gripping hard as her knees buckled under her. The sensation rocketing through her loins, coursing through every nerve in her body, was simply too much to bear. She opened her mouth and screamed; howled his name while yelling and howling in wanton, profane bliss. 
 
"FUCK! EAT ME. . . EAT ME SPEAR!!!" 
 
When her release came, she let out a long, guttural howl, lifting her legs up off the floor and clamping them hard around Spear's head. Crossing them behind his back and pulling his warm, lapping tongue deeper into her snatch, she came. And came hard. Lexi's cunt shuddered and spasmed as she gushed, her eyes rolling back in her head, her tongue hanging from her mouth and drooling as she lost all semblance of control, wanting only to feel Spear's tongue eat and lick her, needing nothing else. Caring about nothing else. 
 
“OOOOOOHHHHHH. . . GOD!” The final word reverberated in her throat  

 
Her fluids flooded his muzzle, coating his face and  dribbling down his chin to stain his chestfur with her essence. She humped and bucked wildly, each thrust bring a fresh squirt. The wet sound of their obscene act, as well as the scent and smell of her shameless release, filled the kitchen. The wolf eagerly drank up her cum, relishing the sensation of her steaming hot juices on his face, on his tongue, in his mouth. Almost maddened by the lust overwhelming his every thought, he powered his tongue through her orgasm, continuing to lap at her folds as she screamed. As her orgasm crested, she tightened her thighs, her whole body shuddering and contorting and she spurted one last spray, before relaxing, collapsing down from the table and into Spear's arms. 
 
"I. . . I think we've. . . got. . . a-about. . . one minute," she panted. Though they had precious few seconds, if any at all, before Ryan would emerge from the bathroom, Lexi was content to rest in Spear’s arms, and the wolf content to simply cradle her, practically feeling her warm, post-orgasmic glow as she smiled into his chest.  
 
“Mmmmm, Lexi that was- shit, one minute!” He had wanted to savour the moment, but unless he cared to have an exceptionally awkward conversation with his best friend, such romantic gestures would have to wait. Beyond this, however, there was a far more pressing concern. 
 
Spear was soaked, the floor was soaked, and the room reeked of sex. 
 
The wolf scrambled to his feet, depositing Lexi onto her rump as he scrambled for the kitchen counter. Throwing the door open to the cupboard underneath the sink, Spear frantically pawed about inside, searching for anything that might be used to cover the scent and conceal their act. 
 
“Uh, Spear?” chimed in Lexi, pulling herself to her feet. “All our cleaning stuff is. . . in the bathroom.” 
 
He froze. There was absolutely no way that Ryan could mistake what had been going on, inexperienced as he may be. The juices coating the floor, his own raging hardon barely concealed beneath his clothing, it was almost as clear evidence as one would need! 
 
“Um. . . .uh. . .” 
 
Out of options and time, he did the only thing that came to mind. Throwing himself to the floor, he rolled over in the pooled feminine cum, soaking the still-warm liquid into his fur and smearing the rest across the tiled floor. There was little he could do about the smell, but at least it would look as if someone had simply spilled something, then wiped it up. It wasn’t too far from the truth, really. 
 
However, the fact that he now reeked of Lexi’s cunt did very little to settle his erection. 
 
"Um, everything okay out here, I thought I heard shouting?" 

 
Spear sprinted back to the table, flinging himself back into his chair seconds before Ryan patted his way into the kitchen, his fur nicely washed and steaming. He preferred to let it dry naturally, often lamenting that use of the fur dryer made him look like a puffball. Rubbing his head with the towel, and with a second wrapped about his waist, he walked over to the table, eyes darting about as if in search of something. His nose twitched a few times as he sniffed at an unknown scent. 
 
In a slight panic, Spear patted the seat next to him. "C-come 'n sit, Ryan!" At this point, he knew distraction was his best bet. 
 
He cleared his throat, forcing himself to sound as normal as he could manage. "We were just laughing about stuff. Did you have any ideas about what we could watch; did you get a second to check those movie lists?" 
 
Without hesitation, the kit deposited himself into the offered chair, still rubbing at his headfur with the towel. He sniffed the air a few more times. 
 
The smell had changed. 
 
"Fast and Furious 9!" he shouted, eyes lighting up at the prospect of the movie. 
 
He turned to face his mother, her cheeks still a little flushed. "Is that okay with you?" 
 
Lexi smiled at her son. "Fine by me. That’s if Spear is okay with it, too. Can't let him miss out on the fun, can we?" 
 
She gave him a subtle wink as she spoke the last few words. "So, is that what you boys want? Movie in the morning, then maybe paintballing after lunch?" 
 
Lexi leaned in to the two boys, grabbing them both with her arms. But she leaned her weight into Spear, smothering her breasts into him. Only with a great effort, along with his friend next to him, did Spear’s typical, casual demeanour return. His trademark grin was once again spread across his muzzle, and he wrapped an arm around the smaller fox, pulling him close. "Well, if that's what you want to see, cool with me. To be honest, I don't get the chance to go to the movies much, so I'm always happy to see anything." 
 
Of course, Lexi’s tiny little tease had given him a tiny little rush. 
 
"W-well," he coughed, trying to shake the awkwardness off in order to fool Ryan. "What's this about paintball?" Despite the situation, he seemed genuinely curious. "I've only ever with my sister a couple times at paintballing. It's fun, but damn, it can hurt!" 

 
Ryan's nose pricked up as Spear pulled him closer. 
 
"Yeah, paintballing is heaps of fun, I really. . . damn, Spear, your breath! You need to brush your teeth or something!" 
 
“Oh, heh. . . guess I do!” 
 
Ryan put the mysterious odour down to some strange wolf-smell. It wasn’t something he was familiar with, and he wasn’t about to start questioning his friend about every little scent he gave off. Though it might be a little, strange, he had to admit. . . he liked the aroma. 
 
"But yeah,” continued the fox. “It can hurt a bit, that's why the trick is not to get hit!" 
 
“Easy for you to say, you’re a small target!” 
 
With a cheeky grin, Ryan pushed back from the table and rose to his feet. “I’ll get changed then. Mom, do we have anything Spear can wear paintballing?” 
 
"You can rummage through that if you want,” she replied, motioning towards a cupboard in the hallway. “You should find some of my ex-husband’s stuff in there to wear, should fit you. Don't really care if you get it dirty or ripped, so no need to worry about it. . ." 
 
Watching her son make his way from the kitchen and up the stairs to his room, Lexi was strangely quiet for a few moments, content to simply sip from her yet-unfinished coffee. 
 
“Um. . . Miss Lee?” 
 
"I’m going to have a shower myself,” she said, suddenly perking up. “You're going to need one too, unless you want every canine within a few hundred feet of you knowing exactly what you've been up to." 
 
With another wink and swish of her tail, she too disappeared from the kitchen. The bathroom door clicked closed a few seconds later, leaving Spear alone in the kitchen. 
 
“. . .Wow.” 
 
#   #   #   #   # 
 
The fox and the wolf clambered into the back of the van, Spear’s tail wagging back and forth and smacking against the door as he took his seat. Ryan followed soon after, securing himself next to his friend before yapping at his mother. 

 
"Hurry, Mom, I wanna watch the trailers!" Ryan protested. He was typically excitable when going out, as it was not something he got to do often. Spare time for he and his mother was at a premium, and the chance to spend a day out of the house was something he was going to make the most of.  
 
Lexi smiled at her son through the rear-view mirror. "All aboard?" 
 
They two boys nodded eagerly. 
 
“Alright then!” 
 
Lexi keyed the ignition and started the engine, pulling the family car out of the driveway and onto the quiet street. It was a fairly standard minivan and though old, it had been well maintained. Certainly, it was far too large for the two of them, and Lexi had considered selling it on more than one occasion. She and her ex-husband had originally purchased it with the intention of raising a family. That had never happened; they had got to one child and then. . . stopped. 
 
Today, however, wasn’t the occasion to be thinking such thoughts. Even though Lexi was on her way to see some cheesy action movie, something she certainly would not take the time or spend the money to see on her own, she couldn’t help but smile. The morning and previous night’s adventures aside, simply getting out of the house with her son and someone else, anyone else, was more than she had been able to enjoy in a while. 
 
It was something she’d have to hang on to as best she could. 
 
“Spear,” she started, “I know this might be a little sudden, but how would you and Ryan like to make this a regular thing? Say once every two weeks? Just a movie and maybe lunch, at least when money isn’t tight.” 
 
She had to suppress her smile turning into a giggle at the sight of Spear’s rapidly widening eyes. The offer had been rather direct, and had come so soon after she and the wolf had shared not one, but two intimate moments. Of course, there was more to it than simply allowing her son and his friend to enjoy a fun day out every once in awhile, though that did play into it. Ryan probably wouldn’t catch on, but Lexi was confident enough in Spear’s ability to read between the lines to know that this was a convenient excuse to be able to spend time with him on a regular basis. 
 
“Oh, I. . . I mean, yeah, that sounds great!” he replied. 
 
“Really?!” Interjected Ryan, “You mean it?” 
 
“Sure do!” he nodded, holding his fists to his waist in a seemingly confident manner. 

 
“Thanks Mom! Spear, we should decide what movie we want to see next time right now! Let’s watch a few trailers!” He shook his friend excitedly by the shoulder. 
 
"Heh, sure thing, Ryebread. Do you have a phone or tablet we can watch a few on? I think I saw Le. . . uh. . . Miss Lee using an iPad." Spear gulped, still a little self-conscious about using the vixen’s first name in front of his friend, even if she had asked him to. 
 
“Yeah, Mom keeps it in here,” replied Ryan, reaching over to the center console and retrieving the device. A few swipes and he brought up a media player, resting it and his arm on Spear’s leg as he loaded up a video. 
 
“This one is really cool!” 
 
#   #   #   #   # 
 
The drive to the cinema hadn’t taken that long. Pulling into the parking lot of the multiplex, Lexi quickly found a parking space close to the main entrance of the cinema, and swung the minivan in. Even before the vehicle had squealed to a halt, its door was flung open, and two exceptionally eager young furs bounced out, practically scampering over each other in their rush to reach the ticketing booth. 
 
“There’s no use running!” Lexi called after them, killing the engine and gathering her bag, “I’ve got all the money!” 
 
“Yeah, you’re loaded!” Spear cried out, taking the opportunity to be brazen, his eyes locking in on her chest for just long enough for the female to notice. 
 
As enthusiastic as they may have been, Ryan and Spear could do little except hop up and down on the spot as the vixen slowly sauntered her way toward them, grinning broadly. 
 
“Mom!” Ryan puffed his tail up. 
 
She rolled her eyes at him, but caved in the end. The little guy was just too cute to let down, she thought with a smile. “Oh, alright, sweetie. Here, go and get Spear and yourself some snacks. I’ll get the tickets.” 
 
Lexi handed her son  a twenty dollar note and watched the him spin about and run off towards the snack bar. Before Spear could follow him, she delivered a crisp smack to his buttocks with her paw, catching his surprised expression with a wink. 
 
"Heh. . . our little secret, okay?" 

 
It was highly probable that someone had seen the lewd display, a fact not lost on the wolf. With a whimper, he covered his rear and trotted off after his friend, leaving a giggled vixen in his wake. What was she thinking?  He could feel himself warm up, and his sheath stirred in his pants. Was Lexi really want to take such risks? 
 
Would she try something in the cinema? 
 
A small part of Spear almost dreaded sitting next to her; the thought of what was currently a little fling between the two of them being discovered, either by Ryan or a member of the public, was more than a little nerve wracking. He would be lying, however, if he said the prospect didn’t excite him just a little bit. 
 
Pushing those thoughts from his mind, he caught up with the young fox. 
 
“Whatcha gunna get, Rye?” he asked, eagerly eyeing the selection of items. “I think I want some buttery-as-fuck popcorn.” 
 
"Buttery-as-fuck popcorn to go with your buttery-as-fuck ass?" Ryan joked. "How can you eat that stuff? I'm just going to get a bag of chips and some water, you get what you want." 
 
“You know the water’s a scam, right?” 
 
The fox shrugged, and grabbed some water and chips, along with Spear’s popcorn and a diet soda. As the wolf had warned, the water was the biggest ripoff, though between them they managed to get everything they wanted. Despite his age, Ryan made a point of eating relatively healthily. One of the few things his father had impressed upon him was the need to take care of one's body, a habit which had stuck with both he and his mother, and which probably explained why they were both so trim. As such, he rarely drank soda, and typically stuck to water, or occasionally juice. 
 
"Alright boys,” said Lexi, appearing suddenly behind the two males, “I have the tickets. Looks like the cinema will be pretty empty, turns out no-one else wants to watch this garbage." 
 
“Hey, it’s entertainment!” quipped Ryan, barely able to contain his excitement. “You ready, Spear? This is going to be so cool!” 
 
"Yeah, it'll be awesome," the wolf chimed in. "Well. . . I hope.” 
 
He clearly had other things on his mind. 
 
Just as Lexi had said, the theatre was near empty, with only a few scattered furs sitting about. Several couples were cuddled up together in the outermost seats, with a few solitary moviegoers closer to the middle. 

 
“Aw, sweet!” Ryan ran down the aisle. “We can sit anywhere we want. Here!” 
 
“Hold up there,” chided Lexi, coming to a stop a few rows behind the young fox. “Not everyone wants to burn their eyes out sitting so close to the screen.” 
 
Spear’s frown went unnoticed as Lexi shuffled her way along the row of seats with Ryan in tow. Of course, it was to be expected that the young fox would follow his mother, and that the vixen would want her son close by; this was very likely the first time they had been out with a guest in a number of years. Still, he couldn’t help but feel ever so slightly miffed. His friend would now be sitting between him and Lexi, a position he had hoped to be in himself! 
 
With a slight huff, he dropped into the seat next to the fox, settling back and placing his drink in the cup holder. 
 
"Sure you don't want any, Ryebread?" he asked, holding the tub closer to him while sipping on his drink. 
 
"No thanks, I'll stick with what I’ve got!” Ryan threw a few of the chips into his mouth, crunching away as the trailers rolled. He was fairly engaged; laughing a few times at the comedic ones and excitedly commenting at the more action-packed offerings. 
 
"I'll have a some of your popcorn, Spear.” Lexi reached behind Ryan and held her paw out expectantly. 
 
Spear was more than willing to oblige, and hurriedly scooped up a small pawful of the buttery snack, shuffling a little awkwardly in his seat as he stretched his arm out behind his friend. Rather than take the popcorn from him, Lexi’s paw shot to the wolf’s wrist, and pulling him across with a forceful tug. Just as he felt his side collide with Ryan’s head, a sudden warmth engulfed his fingers as the vixen chomped her jaws down on the outstretched paw. Rather sensually and slowly, she pulled the popcorn from him, though took a few moments longer to run her tongue across his pads, licking in between his fingers, wetting his fur with her spit.  
 
With a barely audible pop, she pulled his fingers from her mouth. "Hmmm, delicious. I'd have got some myself if the stuff didn’t go straight to my thighs!”   Spear was aghast. By now, with that little display, along with the teasing he had endured since the morning, he was getting more than a little pent up. His legs shuffled back and forth in his seat as he tried desperately to hide his rapidly growing erection.  
 
And he wasn’t the only one. 

 
Lexi squirmed, mashing her thighs together. The very thought of what she had just done, not only in public, but in such close proximity to Ryan; it all turned her on immensely. Teasing the wolfboy was something she simply couldn’t get out of her mind; a dirty little fantasy she just had to pursue! 
 
An idea formed in her head. 
 
"Oh, shoot, dropped my phone~.” Bending over, she made a bit of a show feeling around on the floor in front of her. 
 
"Hmmm, how did it get back there?" Turning about in her seat, she leaned over into the row behind, arching her back up and over the seatback, pressing her buttocks tightly against her jeans. She hadn't worn a belt, and the stretching motion pushed them down ever so slightly, revealing the top of the underwear she had chosen for the day. 
 
A rather skimpy and sexy thong. 
 
“Gotcha!” She swished her tail a few times, covering both Spear and her son. Ryan simply swatted it away, still watching the movie. But for the wolf, her scent was an unmistakable signal. 
 
His sexual frustration was now nearing intolerable levels. What was this torture for? He watched her bend over, and upon in seeing her choice of underwear, bit sharply into his bottom lip. The scent was intoxicating. A vixen in heat; a vixen offering herself to him, right here, in front of everyone. 
 
He needed only to reach out and take it. He was a wolf, damn it! Strong and assertive! 
 
The whimper that escaped his mouth, however, was anything but. “Uh, would you like some more popcorn, Miss Lee?” 
 
She looked a little surprised at his offer, before forming a broad smirk across her muzzle. 
 
"Hmm, that popcorn isn't too bad, but it's a bit stale, I think I prefer something fresh," she winked at him, "You know, from the source?" 
 
Ryan heard the quip, and though not fully understanding the remark, looked up at his mother. "You want me to go and get you some, Mom?" 
 
*Oh!" Lexi was a little surprised at the offer.. "That would be lovely! Just a small one, please. Here keep the change for yourself." 
 
Ryan happily hopped down for the seat, taking the ten dollar note offered by his mother. The trailers were almost over, but there would still be a few minutes before the movie would begin. 

Tail swishing behind him, he pushed his way past Spear and quickly hurried up the aisle. 
 
“Don’t trip, fuzz-ball!” 
 
Spear watched as his friend made his way towards the exit. The very instant he was sure the fox was out of sight,he scrambled across into the vacant seat, leaning over the armrest and locking his mouth with Lexi’s. The kiss was deep and passionate, oblivious to whoever may be watching. As their tongues danced and wrestled, the wolf’s paws set to work, one squeezing her thigh and the other groping at her chest.  
 
“Mmmm, Lexi.” After a brief pause for air, his tongue again mashed into her muzzle, pushing past her lips and licking over her own. It had been less than twenty four hours, but he relished her flavour as if he had been left wanting for years. 
 
He knew they'd at best a few minutes. Unreservedly, the paw on her thigh snaked upward, pushing down into the warmth of her crotch and groping her heated sex firmly. 
 
“Oh, Spear!” she giggled, her joyous sounds causing a nearby couple to turn their heads, “What’s that for?” 
 
"That's for teasing me all day. I. . ." he whispered, an excited tremble apparent in his voice, "I wanna fuck again!" 
 
"Horny little wolf!" A sharp pair of claws slapped his cheeks, leaving the wolf shocked before the grinning mother. 
 
Lexi’s paw slowly extended towards his crotch, delicately tracing at first across his thigh before firmly grasping his hardness. Her eyes locked with his, a seductive grin spreading across her muzzle as she squeezed him through his pants. 
 
"Sorry, but no fucking. At least not here." 
 
If Spear thought that this was simply another tease, that she would leave him wanting yet again, he couldn’t have been more wrong. Rather than pull back, she leaned over forward, both of her paws pushing their way into his pants and roughly tugging them down, leaving him with only his boxers to cover his shame. 
 
“I know that must be disappointing.” In the darkened cinema, she pulled his cock out, pumping it up and down in her paw a few times. "But I think perhaps I can give you something that you had a tiny taste of last night." 
 
Without waiting for agreement or protest, Lexi plunged her head down, engulfing his wolfhood in her hot, wet maw and sucking all the way to the base. Where the little oral attention he had 

given him last night had been a mere tease, this was the raw deal; unrestrained and completely overwhelming. Her throat shuddered with a guttural moan as his tip pressed its way down, sliding over the wet walls of her gullet, pushing further and further in. She sucked deeply and powerfully, her growling shooting tantalising vibrations through his cock. 
 
“F-fuck! L-lexi!” 
 
A brief respite followed, with Lexi pulling her head back, flicking her tongue over his tip before speaking in the most sultry and heated tone. "Come on, wolfy, I'm not one of your high school bitches, you're not going to break me! Make me take this delicious wolf cock in my mouth, make me suck you!" 
 
As if challenging him, she again forced her muzzle over his length, sucking and slurping with her tongue, curling it around his head and pumping it in the opposite direction to her head bobbing, giving him the most wondrous, erotic and thrilling sensation. 
 
"G-goddamn, Lexi. . . where. . . where did you learn that?" he whimpered, leaning back into his seat and enjoying every second of the attention being lavished upon him. 
 
Any attempts to remain quiet and composed were futile in the face of the experience tongue working him over. The canine growled, grabbing her by her head and rocked his hips, wantonly fucking her muzzle. Such had been the teasing he had received earlier, that his release was building at an alarming rate. 
 
His growls increased in volume. 
 
"You... want that, foxy bitch?" he huffed, hardly believing what he was saying. She was much older than him, but in their current predicament, he was just too horny to care, "You want to taste the seed that knocked you up?" 
 
A desperate moan about his cock was all the response he got. With a hot, needy vixen going wild over his member, there was simply no hope for the wolf, not a chance in hell that he could hold back for. No chance at all. 
 
Spear had to bite his own tongue to avoid howling in savage, unrelenting pleasure as he came. Hot wolf seed rushed from his tip, splashing over Lexi’s tongue and coating her mouth from lips to gullet. She greedily drank him down, gulping each spurt of cum as it came, the combined action of her tongue and sucking driving Spear’s pleasure beyond his ability to contain. 
 
He barked. Loudly. 
 
Lexi continued to suck for a few moments more, milking the last few drops of his essence from his sensitive shaft before a sudden light passed over the two of them. Immediately, she 

withdrew her muzzle from his crotch, a few drops of semen dripping from her lips as she looked up, coming face to face with a wide-eyed usher. A scrawny but well-presented racoon boy. 
 
“Something the matter?” she asked innocently, licking her muzzle clean in the most obscene fashion imaginable as she spoke. 
 
A combined look of horror and crushing embarrassment spread across his face. Seizing the moment, Lexi lowered her head back towards Spear’s still-hard cock, her tongue snaking out and slowly running from base to tip, all the while maintaining unblinking eye contact with the youth who had interrupted them. 
 
Already, there was a noticeable bulge in his pants. 
 
“Oh. . . ma’am. . . I. . .I. . .” he stammered, glancing nervously about, “I thought I heard s-something, so. . .” 
 
“Want to join in?” 
 
The flashlight clattered to the floor, bouncing across the carpet and rolling under the row of seats immediately in front of them. His flushed face almost completely red. “Y, ye-…” Unable to say it, the racoon dashed back towards the aisle, quickly removing himself from the incalculably awkward situation. 
 
“Aww, pity,” she teased, giving his cock another few laps, “He looked about your age, wolfy. Would have been fun to have both of you. . .” 
 
Again, Spear felt her searing hot muzzle engulf him, her head bobbing back and forth a few times before again releasing him. “Think he’s going to jerk off tonight, thinking about this? He’ll probably do if fifty times.” 
 
“L-lexi!” he whimpered. He simply couldn’t take any more. The sucking, the licking, all the attention his hypersensitive cock was receiving, it was just too much.  
 
And Lexi was far from done. 
 
Pushing her head further down over his cock, she wrapped her lips directly over his knot and pressed down with them, rolling them from side to side and massaging the still swollen organ, her teeth pricking ever so lightly at the surface. All the while, her tongue continued to lap and slid up and down his shaft, rolling and teasing over his tip. 
 
Spear broke. Without even the strength left in him to make any sound, he came a second time, again filling the vixen’s muzzle with his seed. 

 
“Yes, Spear! Give it to me!” 
 
Lexi growled with fury, her hot breath washing over his cock as he continued to cum. The bobbing of her head and the tenacity of her sucking was almost too painful to bear, yet brought the most electric waves of pleasure, crashing through his nervous system as the wolf’s orgasm overtook him completely. 
 
It was a near certainty that the rest of the theatre had clued into what was happening, if not the noise, then the smell of seed and sex had surely given it away. 
 
After muzzle-fucking the spent wolf boy for all he was worth, she slowly, agonisingly drew her mouth back, sucking as hard as she could, all the way to the top, before finally giving his tip one last flick and returning to her seat, acting as if nothing had happened. 
 
“Hmmm, wasn’t that fun!” she giggled, wiping a few errant drops of cum from her muzzle. 
 
Finally, Spear regained something resembling the ability to speak. “L. . . Lexi. . . I. . .” 
 
A quick slap to his forearm silenced whatever he was about to say and jolted him back to his sense. “Hush! He’s coming back!” 
 
Ryan padded his way back down the aisle and took his seat in between Spear and his mother, gingerly handing her the popcorn before returning to his own snacks. He looked a little dejected and downtrodden, and upon closer inspection, it was apparent that his fur had been rather roughly ruffled, especially around the face. He sat in silence, his enthusiasm for the picture dulled as he continued to crunch away at his chips. 
 
"Ryan,” started Spear, a hint of concern in his voice, “What happened? Why is your fur all messed up?" 
 
"Oh, it's um. . . I ran into some of the kids from school out there, they. . . roughed me up a bit. I'm ok though!" 
 
"Uh. . . I think they were just waiting to go in, they should be in the lobby....but please, don't go and cause a scene!" He tugged at Spear's shirt a little. The fox kit was clearly still upset, and was shying away from the prospect of more conflict. 
 
"I don't want you to get in trouble. . ." 
 
Upon seeing the despondent look in Ryan’s eyes, Spear gave his friend a warm smile while hugging him close. "Hey, don't worry. It’s not like I'm not going to fight them." 
 
He picked himself up from the cinema seat. 

 
"Do you have your smart phone on you, Ryebread?" he continued, taking it from the fox’s outstretched paw as it was offered. "After this they won't bother you anymore, I promise. And I won't hurt them."  
 
Flicking his pads across the touchscreen, the wolf did his best to familiarise himself with the phone. He didn’t have one of his own; he was just about the only fur he knew of who didn't, but it wasn’t long before he had brought up the camera application. 
 
He shot Lexi a slightly worried look. "Maybe you should come. . . just to make sure." 
 
The vixen grumbled as she too stood up from her seat, stretching herself out again. "Just don't get us kicked out, Spear. . . you don't want an angry fox on your case, trust me." 
 
“Um. . .” chimed Ryan, still seated, “What should I do?” 
 
Spear grinned. “You’ll want to watch this one, fox fuzz.” 
 
He walked quickly out into the lobby, his yellow eyes scanning about until he located the two offending youths.  
 
Instantly, he recognised them. 
 ‘​Jerks.
​ ’ 
 With a slight tremble brought about by the thought of what he was about to do, Spear clasped the smartphone tightly in his paw and marched across the lobby, his gazed fixed upon the two felines. The smaller one, the leopard, would be the easier target, just the right height and not so big as to beat Spear down the second he made his move. 
 
 "Hey, you guys!" he called out, rapidly closing the last few feet between them. 
 
They wheeled about in unison, the taller lion looking directly in Spear’s eyes while the leopard had to crane his neck ever so slightly.  
 
“Yo, Dogbreath, what are you. . .” 
 
He never had the chance to complete the sentence. 
 
Spear leaned in, and kissed him deeply, tongue and all. Simultaneously, he raised the phone, the shutter sound clicking as he took a photo. For a few moments me maintained the kiss, pushing his tongue into the the other male’s mouth and making wet contact with his own. With a shove, he broke the kiss and pushed the leopard away, staggered backward several feet 

himself with the phone held out in his paws. 
 
The picture was as clear as day. "Fuck with Ryan again, and everyone sees it." 
 
For a few, drawn-out seconds, the lobby was in near total silence, the small crowd having their eyes fixated on the spectacle. 
 
"HOLY FUCK, YOU FAG!!!" The leopard spluttered and coughed, wiping his tongue on his paws in an attempt to remove the wolf-spittle from his mouth. 
 
Both Spear and Ryan knew the two felines; indeed the same two who had troubled them the previous day. In any other situation, a fight would be a near certainty now. But not this time. With such a direct and bizarre confrontation, there was little they could do except flee. Flee and hope that the picture never saw the light of day. 
 
“Fuck you, dogbreath! FUCK YOU!” 
 
Lexi couldn't help but laugh wildly, almost bending over in hysterics as she watched their reaction. 
 
"Wow, Spear!" she gasped, trying to control herself. "That was really bold of you!" 
 
Pretending to steady herself on his shoulder, she leaned in nice and close, whispering so that only he could hear, ". . .and kinda hot." Spear blushed. 
 
Ryan giggled a little as he phone was thrown back to him. He had this picture on his phone. . . of his best friend making out with another guy. He blushed a little at the thought, looking up at Spear, his slightly flustered appearance all the more evident now. 
 
With a pat on the little kit's head, Spear smiled down at him. "You probably want to make a backup of it on your PC when you're home. You know, to make sure you don't lose it."  
 
He was being serious, but there was more than a slight tease in his tone.  
 
With Lexi still laughing, and his friend’s mood improved remarkably, he couldn’t help but feel a little proud of himself. But something else was on his mind, too. The wolf licked his lips, thinking about it. The leopard was a punk, but the kiss itself. . . 
 
It wasn't really that bad. 
 
"Well, anyways," he cleared his throat, and held up a paw to brush his cheek to hide the redness behind his fur. "Let's get back to the movie. I don't want to miss too much!" 

 
#   #   #   #   # 
 
Spear groaned a little as he shifted his weight in the back seat of the minivan, alternative from cheek to cheek in an attempt to escape the throbbing ache that coursed through his posterior. Paintballing had been more fun than he remembered, and the time had simply flown past. Still, despite how much he had enjoyed himself, his rump was in agony! Both Ryan and Lexi seemed to have taken it upon themselves to put as many paintballs into his buttocks as possible. The younger fox had been about as skilled as Spear had suspected; quick and shrewd, though perhaps a little overly eager and times, liable to cop a pasting. Lexi, however, she was good. Far more cool and calculating than her son, yet with that same vulpine cunning. Spear could still hear hear raucous laughter as he was shot time and time again. 
 
Ryan flopped into the seat next to him and the minivan pulled out of the parking lot and made for the Lee family home. 
 
"Well," started Spear, pushing the pain from his mind, "I want to pull an all-nighter. Stay up with you, play around. If you want. You know, double-up on my score over you." 
 
“Ha, you wish, dog-breath!” 
 
The lupine chuckled in response. Then, he leaned in, whispering in the fox’s ear. "Uh, you mentioned briefly having a bit of a porn collection, I think?" 
 
Ryan’s face flushed a little, yet he maintained composure. “Uh. . . yeah, I do. . . maybe.” 
 
"Think you can make some copy of the stash and email it to me?" 
 
The slight red tint to his face turned to a full on blush.  "Um. . . okay. . ." 
 
He had never mentioned his collection directly, though he had talked about a few videos and pictures he had seen online. Spear had obviously guessed that this wasn't just something he had stumbled upon. Any red-blooded male of his age would no doubt be indulging in such things, though without any real outlet for his kinks, Ryan simply wasn’t sure how others might respond. 
 
"I kinda have. . . different tastes. I really like. . ." He blushed a little more, turning away to hide his embarrassment. ". . . you know, like deer and squirrels and stuff, prey furs. I'll send you some if. . . that's what you're into. They're just so. . . cute." 
 
Lexi looked in the rear view mirror, her ears pricking up at her son’s voice. 
 
"Hmmm, you say something, Sweetie?" 

 
"Uh. . . no, Mom." 
 
Spear waited until the vixen’s eyes were again fixed to the road before wrapping his arm around the kit and pulling him close. He leaned in close, a grin spreading across his muzzle as he spoke. “That sounds pretty hot, you know. Want to watch it together sometime?” 
 
“S-sure. . .” 
 
#   #   #   #   # 
 
“Aw yeah, what a day!” 
 
Spear was the first in the house, running eagerly up the front steps and unlocking the front door with the keys Lexi had thrown to him. He all but kicked it off it’s hinges in his mad rush to get inside, racing through the short entranceway and towards the kitchen. Almost slipping up on the linoleum floor, his shoes squeaked as he dashed for the fridge. 
 
“C’mon, Ryebread!” he called, collecting two cans of iced tea, “We’ve got all evening to play, I want to see you in action again!” 
 
Catching the drink as it was tossed to him, Ryan quickly followed his friend up the stairs and to the landing, leaving his mother standing somewhat bemused in the entranceway. After fumbling for a moment with excitement, he finally selected a game to shove into the console’s disk drive as it booted up, and threw a controller at his friend before flopping back into the bean bag. 
 
“Hope you’re ready for another tail-whipping!” he said, popping the can of tea and taking a sip. “I’m all amped up for this!” 
 
“Ha, not this time!” 
 
As the game logos popped up on the television, the various loading screens flashing back and forth, Ryan couldn’t help but squirm a little. In saying that he was amped up, the young kit hadn’t just meant for games. His heart was still racing; simply having Spear next to him was causing all manner of feelings to rush through him, feelings he’d never felt before. 
 
Before the main menu had even appeared, he stood himself up, tossing his controller to his friend. 
 
"Here you go, I'm just going to. . .um. . . get changed, these clothes are a little uncomfortable! You play for a bit, I'll be back in five." 

 
Spear raised an eyebrow. 
 
Gingerly, the fox closed the door behind him and padded over to his desk. All the talk of his porn had got him a little worked up, as well as. . . well, seeing Spear make out with that other boy. It was a strange sensation that he felt; a slight tightness in the chest; jealousy perhaps. He knew that he shouldn’t be feeling such things, but every time he pictured it in his head, it made his heart beat a little faster. 
 
Time, in that case, for a brief bit of self-indulgence, flush out those thoughts with some hot pussy! 
 
He pulled his laptop out from his desk and flicked it open. After a few clicks, his well-hidden porn folder flickered across the screen in all its smutty glory. Gunfire and explosions sounded in the adjacent room. Spear was clearly absorbed in the current round of gameplay, giving him a good five or so minutes before his friend would come looking for him. Five or so minutes was all he would need. . . 
 ‘​Okay then.
​ ’ 
 The video he selected was an old favourite, a lesbian three-way between a cute little deer girl and two cheetahs. The deer girl was tied up, lying on her back as the two felines ravished her from each end, one eating her out and the other forcing her to do the same to her own dripping pussy. Wide-eyed and eager, Ryan grasped his already hard cock and started to stroke. 
 
But something was off. Yes, he was aroused, and while usually came within seconds of watching this video, there was something ever so slightly different this time. An urge, in the very back of his mind, telling him that the sight of a trio of girls embroiled in passion wasn’t quite what he was after today. 
 
His paws went to his pocket, pulling out his phone and flicking through the photos. He came to that photo that Spear had taken,  the photo of him kissing the leopard boy full on the lips. In public. In full view of him and his mother. 
 
His cock twitched a little. 
 
Not really knowing by, but more turned on than he had been in some time, Ryan paused the video and continued to stroke, a little faster and a little harder than he had before, with tiny, foxy yips escaping his mouth as he did so. 
 “​Spear. . . why?
​ ” 
 Immersed in the moment, and with few thoughts beyond a quick and dirty jerk, Ryan’s otherwise sensitive ears failed to pick up the sudden lack of noise coming from the TV. Or the slow 

creaking of his door. Or the series of footsteps thudding their way across the floorboards of his room. 
 
This time, he moaned aloud. “Speeaar!” 
 
The wolf’s jaw dropped open. He was flabbergasted. Confused. At a complete loss. Had he heard correctly? At first, he had planned to simply surprise his friend, give him a rather embarrassing scare; caught mid-act as he would have been. That one word, the sound of the fox uttering that one name, changed everything. Naturally, he did the first and most stupid thing that came to mind. 
 
Leaning over, he whispered in his friend’s ear. “Hey.” 
 
“Gah!” Ryan yelped in surprise, his tail puffing up and  the young fox jumping almost two feet into the air. "S-Spear!" 
 
Flushed with the most extreme embarrassment, he quickly tucked his cock away, fumbling awkwardly as he strained to get it back inside his underwear. In his hurry, he knocked the phone from his bed, and it landed face up on the floor, directly between the two furs. 
 
It was painfully obvious what he had been maturbating to. 
 
"S-s-s-pear. . . I. . . I. . ." he stammered several times, his eyes darting about the room and his paws clutching to his chest in panic. 
 
He still hadn't managed to pull his shorts up, and the bulging tent of his boxers was still on full display. "I. . . . FUCK. . .  I'm sorry!" 
 
Spear, if at all possible, looked even more panicked than the fox. “No no, look, Ryan. . . I. . . I should be saying. . . sorry, I. . .” 
 
Shutting his eyes, the wolf wheeled about and stumbled the few feet out of the room, hurriedly slamming the door closed behind him. His own heart was now pounding, thundering in his chest, his breath coming in short, sharp bursts as he struggled to make sense of the past ten seconds. It had been him on the phone, for sure, that very same picture he had taken earlier. Intended as a bit of a joke, along with a bit of blackmail to keep those bullies off his friend’s back, it had apparently served as fantasy fuel. 
 
A fantasy with him as its object. 
 Spear clutched at his chest, still breathing heavily. ‘​Shit.
​ ’ 
 Whatever would come, would come. For now, and with a great sense of trepidation about what 

he would tell his friend the next time they spoke, he made his way back downstairs for another can of tea.