“Come on, get up Jared, don’t make me come up there with a spray bottle!”
With a yawn, Jared sat up in his bed groggily, rubbing his eyes and perking up his ears as he heard his mother call once more. The young fox gruuhed lightly, flipping back his blankets and sliding out of bed and grabbing his clothes for the day; then the mad dash for the bathroom, not for any reason other than to hide his swollen sheath and the red tip of his member peeking out of the top.
“Gotta take care of this before headin’ down, Mom’ll smell it for sure, even if she doesn’t see it.”
It was Saturday, so no school; his mom just didn’t want him sleeping past noon is all. Once he called back down that he was in the shower, she quieted down a bit. The fox kit then climbed on into the shower, rested his rump on the seated outcrop and flipped on the water. As the water soaked into his fluff and covered most of the noise, he wrapped his paw down around his sheath, slipping it back and down over his member, with a bit of trouble, the opening popped down behind the semi-swollen knot, keeping the tube back and out of the way for the fox kit to tease himself. 
“Oh yeah, today’s the day we get to play without anybody botherin’ us.”

The steam and the heat and the morning wood all combining into a perfect setting for Jared to think about his girlfriend Sierra. Everyone thought that him having a “girlfriend” was cute, not knowing that he was anywhere near close to active, or even knowing about sex, but that’s the problem adults have, they don’t get that their children have phones and computers, they have access to nearly everything out there. Jared, for example, had been masturbating since he was nine, it only recently started producing any sort of mess, but it still counts.
Now, back to the scene at hand, Jared is just leaning back, stroking over the slowly engorging vulpine prick, greasy precum was drooling down over the swelling knot. A few minutes more and he slipped his index and middle paw pad behind the inflated bulb of flesh and pinched the two fingers together, simulating a tie and sending the young fox over the edge. With an adorable yip, smothered by a wash cloth in his muzzle, he splattered his thick load of fox batter onto the wall and floor of the shower in sticky white jets. A few minutes of him panting and riding through the pleasure, he was able to sit up and actually start washing himself clean while his member began to deflate, finally slipping back into his sheath in time for him to soap it up and get rid of any evidence of his playtime. 
“Time for my date!”

After getting all snazzed up and ready, the fox told his mother where he was going and headed off towards his girlfriend’s house. Along the way, he discreetly made sure to plump himself up, get his sheath a little swelled in preparation for his “date” with Sierra. In truth, while Sierra’s parents thought the two were out in the woods playing, Jared would be most likely pumping his girlfriend full of his spunk. “Bye Mom! I’ll be over at Sierra’s, won’t be home for a few hours!”
“Be safe, don’t forget to wear your gloves.”

After the insufferable hair tussling and being told to play safe, Sierra and Jared were out on their own. They quickly headed off the roads and into the forest, right to their normal spot, a very small clearing with an old tarp covering the gap in the leaves overhead to keep the sun off of them… that and to avoid drones or a low flying aircraft from seeing two kids fucking. It also helped to keep the rain out, and if there were blankets and pillows, sometimes even snow, though they usually had to be quick about that, otherwise parents would get ten kinds of worried and come looking for them. They always seemed so concerned that their children are completely helpless without them.

Anyway, the two children were at the little hideaway before long, already undressing the second they reached it. Jared was the first to be fully unclothed, the first few inches of his vulpine member hanging out of the long, fuzzy tube of his sheath. After a few more moments, Sierra was fully undressed as well, filling the young tod’s nose with the scent of her arousal. 

Without much more coaxing, the fox moved to his knees in front of Sierra, who had taken up a position on her back, head resting against a few pillows. Seems that today, she was in the mood for something a little less conventional and before Jared could lean over her and get the rutting started, her feet paws came up and pressed against either side of his member. Those toe pads rubbed teasingly against the pulsing flesh, slowly working out a thick bead of his sticky, slippery prespunk, which was quickly collected by the skilled, silky paw pads and used as lubrication to start gingerly stroking the tod off. It wasn’t the first time that this had ever happened, but every time has been a surprise for Jared, and not a bad one at that.

A little petroleum jelly stroked over his prick and each of Sierra’s paw pads and Jared was ready, hips pressing forward with a goopy sounding squelch. That veiny red prick slid easily between her toes, a fat squirt of his preseed landing over her belly and chest, causing both of them to giggle for a moment before going back to the looks of concentration, a cute little expression of super tense pleasure, biting his lower lip as he began to buck his hips, knot plopping against the paws lewdly. It isn’t much of a shock when the young fox ends up pumping a thick load of vulpine kit batter all over her in only a few minutes after starting, painting his girlfriend with his seed in long white splashes.

It took a few minutes of panting and snuggling before the vulpine was ready once more, the tip of his member pressing right up between the tender folds of Sierra’s slit, spreading her open with a little pressure, engulfing the first few inches of his shaft inside the girl, then sitting and letting her get used to it, like always.
“Keep goin’ I’m getting really close.”

Unfortunately, they wouldn’t have enough time to wait for a full session due to the foot job. This meant that there wasn’t going to be a tie tonight. Instead Jared just started humping lightly, the inflated bulb clapping against her drooling outer lips firmly. The tod’s hips jerk back and forth in a well-practiced rhythm, fast enough to pleasure both kids, while slow enough that instinct won’t take over and end up forcing him to knot her and fill within seconds of starting. 

Jared and Sierra were both in the throes of passion, the slick sounds of their sex scaring off local wildlife and generally sounding lewd and messy. The two were panting out loudly, nipping at each other, and then Sierra reached down, locking her fingers down behind his knot, holding it pressed to her snatch, simulating the tie and setting the fox off with a loud yipping chuff, his slimy seed pouring into her clenching tunnel. “God yes!”
A few minutes later and they were dressed and ready to head home, though Sierra would have to sneak in and change panties before letting her mother see her… a few cum globs still drooling from her. Jared was free to head home though, just in time for dinner.