Kids in the City
A series of short stories starring an assortment of cubs living in Neon City.
By ironsnake345

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"Come oooooon! Don't you want my coochie?"
The calico cub had been harassing her pet feral dog for the past five minutes. The eight year old was completely naked, and she had quickly gone from roughly petting the pooch to bending over in front of it, then pushing her rear into its nose. When it still avoided her after that, she had resorted to grabbing onto it, reaching under its belly and rubbing insistently at its cocksheathe, growing increasingly frustrated that the dog wouldn't mount her. Suddenly, the sound of heavy footsteps announced the kitten's mother, standing at the room's entrance.

"Cassandra! What are you doing to the dog?"
"I'm trying to make him fuck me, mom! He won't fuck me!"
"Cassandra, I can't believe this..."
The matronly cat strode towards her daughter, who felt quite nervous all of a sudden. She dropped down to one knee and grabbed the kitten by her shoulders, pulling Casandra away from the dog to face her.
"I told you to be polite when asking for things, didn't I? You can't just rub all over the dog and expect him to be happy about it! You need to ask nicely!"
"Well, how am I supposed to ask a dog!?"
"If you had been paying attention, maybe you'd have noticed that whenever I want to fuck the dog, I pat my butt to say "hey, I want some sex, please!" Get his attention, pat your butt, and THEN he'll fuck you if he decides he wants to! If you keep trying to force him, he's just going to get angry!"

The kitten stepped back for a moment, processing the lecture.
"So I just gotta... pat?"
She reached back, patting her bare rump twice with her hand.
"Yes, just pat. He might bite you because you were being mean, though."
"Heheh, that's ok! I like getting bit!"
With a renewed smile on her head, Cassandra ran in front of the dog, bent over onto all fours, then reached back and gave her rear a couple pats. The dog looked up at her mom for a moment, who simply waved her hand in a "go ahead" gesture, and watched as the family dog mounted up behind her daughter.

The kitten squeaked at first as she felt the dog's sheath rubbing against her slit, red tip pressing up between her tiny wet lips. Then the squeak turned into a moan as the dog pushed forward, driving his hardening cock inside of her. Then he began thrusting in a rapid, uneven pattern, mating her hole like the feral dog he was, all while her mother sat by the sidelines and watched with one hand on her snatch. The knot started to push against the girl's lips with each thrust, and then the dog's head jerked forward, jaws snapping open and closing around her neck, sharp teeth drawing little perals of blood from her skin.

Cassandra squealed in a mix of pain, pleasure and surprise. Her breathing grew heavy, intermixed with high-pitched moans as the teeth closed down harder on her neck, with the dog fucking her harder and harder all the while. A fang pierced her carotid, spraying blood over the canine's muzzle and into its mouth, and she nearly screeched with orgasm. Her pussy erupted with fluid, the extra lubrication finally proving to be enough as the knot slipped past, trying the dog to her body. The jaws closed down harder, harder, cutting deeper into her flesh as she rode out a masochistic orgasm. Then, with a crack, the dog's strong jaws broke her neck, making her head jerk slightly to the side before her face steadily slackened into a peaceful, pleasured expression.

The mother removed her fingers from her pussy, taking a moment to lick her juices off before getting up and heading to the back door. She slid the door open, waving the dog through.
"Come on, don't get any more blood all over the floor. You can eat all you want in the back yard."
Obediently, the dog released its grip on the corpse's neck and turned around, walking somewhat awkwardly as its inflated knot dragged the body along behind it. The dog hopped out back to enjoy its new toy, while the mother simply closed the door and grabbed a towel. She'd better clean up all this blood before her daughter respawned; wouldn't want her to slip, after all.

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Cubs of all shapes and sizes flooded out onto the playground as the recess bell rang, most of them wearing nothing but their fur. Some set about playing tag and hopscotch, others started fucking without hesitation. Most of them, however, were more interested with the sandbox and the play structures within. One such cub, a plump skunk boy, was making a beeline for the swing set. Hanging from chains were some of the usual accompaniments; rubber swing saddles, one of which had a dildo attached to the seat for fun, and even a trapeze bar for the adventurous. But right at the end whas wat the skunk was looking for; a pair of nooses, hanging down from the high bar of the swing set, with a little raised platform a few feet behind the set for one to get a swinging start off of.

Excited, the skunk grabbed onto one of the nooses, holding the loop of rope above his head as he climbed onto the platform. Now a couple feet off the ground, the rope had enough slack for him to simply slip it on over his head. He fiddled with the knot a bit, tightening the noose around his neck, then attempted to get on his knees. The rope was stuck tight, and he let out a choking sound and instinctively stood back up, his adorable cocklet rising up at the moment of strangling. Satsified with his preparations, he approached the edge, rubbing himself off a bit in preparation. He counted down in his head, three, two one... Jump!

The rope straightened out with a twang as the skunk hopped off the platform, his whole body jerking and shaking as the rope felt almost like it would pull his neck off his body. His first swing forward was awkward, full of twitching and writhing as he tried to get used to the sensation. By the swing backward, he had managed to calm himself mostly, quickly getting into the enjoyment. By the seconod time he swung forward, the skunk had already embraced his hanging state, and swayed his legs forward to propel his body in a more spirited swing. Then, he swung backwards, moving his entire body to swing further forwards and back. All the while, the lack of air slowly made the kit harder.

Just a few swings later, the skunk was getting too horny to swing properly. His hands clamped down on his short, thick cock, jacking himself off as his legs did all the swinging. Rhythmically, back and forth, he gave small swings as the rhythmic plap plap plap of masturbation filled the air. His face was starting to turn blue, and eventually the lack of air was too much for him, and his body started to flail instinctively. His legs jerked and kicked, his arms tugged at the noose, all while his face wore that same dopey, aroused smile of hypoxia. Utterly unable to control himself, his body slowly swung to a stop, now just hanging in place as his rock-hard cock bounced around in the backlash of his squirms.

Finally, the skunk's whole body tensed up, no longer struggling as something intense washed over him. He gave a harsh twitch as a jet of cum blasted forth from his cock, then a second, accompanied by another spurt. Then his body started twitching in time with his heartbeat, making vague humping motions as his cock erupted with copious amounts of cum, falling down and soaking completely into the sand below. The orgasm lasted a whole 30 seconds, and finally the skunk went limp, hanging utterly lifeless from the swingset as he passed happily into death. By the end of recess, he would be freshly respawned, ready to continue his school day.

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"Dah da-da-daaaah! Castle Snuffie!"
A tiger cub proudly proclaimed her success to her weasel friend, happily displaying the sandcastle that was the fruits of their labor. Watching that skunk boy hang himself was distracting, but it was nothing these two couldn't overcome, and using a water source off in the corner of the sandbox, they had created a towering sandcastle, and a massively wide moat to match. The weasel cub simply applauded, happy to be playing with his best friend this recess. He was proudest of the moat he'd dug, so wide and deep he could almost swim in it.

"But oh no! What's this? We're being attacked by the Prudes of Muff Mountain!"
The tiger didn't miss a beat, picking up a pair of abandoned toys that had made their way into the sandbox to stand in for enemy soldiers, approaching the moat-protected castle as the tiger continued ot narrate.
"Their water wings of shame may pass our waters and attack our keep! Whatever shall we do!"
The weasel giggled louder at her display.
"I know! If they're too prudish to become a part of snuffy castle, we'll just screw them all until they've got no choice but to become part of castle snuffie!"
The tiger tried her best to sound threatening and vindictive as she replied to her friend's suggestion, but she was having trouble keeping from laughing as well.
"Oh-hohoho? What's this? Sleeping with the enemy, are you? You're not defaulting to the other side, are you?"
"No, no, your majesty! I would never betray castle snuffie!"
"Liar! I bet you're one of their spies, sent to get them all laid aren't you?"
"I swear on my honor, ma'm! I'm-aaahhhehehe! I'm loyal to the castle!"
"What honor does a spy have! I hereby declare you a traitor to castle snuffie, and sentance you to execution! By moat!"
"Oh nooooo! Have mercy, my queen!
"There is no mercy for a traitor!

With that, the tiger cub grabbed her friend by the head, and shoved her face-up into the huge moat that he'd helped dig. He feigned distress on the way down, letting out an adorably excited "oh nooooo!" which soon faded to bubblings as his head splashed underneath the surface. Without missing a beat, the tiger moved over his prone body, straddling his crotch with her own as he struggled to hold his breath. Then, she raised up a hand...
"You drown when I tell you to, scoundrel!"
She brought the hand down, driving the heel of her palm into his chest and forcing all his air out of his lungs. Instinctively, he took a breath, inhaling a lungful of water which made him cough heavily under the surface.

Now that her prisoner was drowning properly, the tiger raised herself up until the tip of his prick was poking at the entrance to her royal snatch, and then lowered herself down, taking him inside of her. The sensation made the weasel draw in a deep gasp, then cough it all out again, hands shaking at his side as he fought the urge to struggle against his queen. His chest rose and fell, lungs sloshing with water as the tiger bounced up and down on his dick. Slowly, his movements got slower and weaker, with the queen barking orders at him all the while.

"Come on! Cum for me, traitor! Cum in my royal coochie so I can make an example of your fuck-meat as well!"
Not one to disobey his queen, the weasel's cock throbbed hard inside of her pussy. Within seconds, thick jets of cum sprayed forth, filling the queen's womb as he writhed in dying orgasm. The tiger bit her lip, pussy squirting juice all over the drowning weasel's crotch as she was filled to the brim. Finally, as the twin orgasms tapered off, the tiger was left trying to catch her breath as the weasel spent his last moments fantasizing about getting his revenge on the tiger and her newborn later that day. Finally, the weasel went still, fully drowned to death in the castle's moat.

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A pair of red fox parents entered the mostly-empty classroom, approaching the teacher's desk.
"We heard the announcement on PA. Is something wrong with Tyson?"
The dalmation teacher set down his pen, sliding his paperwork to the side to address the parents.
"Well, not exactly, mister Pannes. He isn't terribly hurt or traumatized, it would seem, but he did have a very unfortunate experience in class today, which is why he wasn't willing to head to the parking lot when school ended."
"Oh, well, what happened today?"
"Well, one of the girls in the class, Wilma, was getting a bit too aggressive with him. Basically the whole class knows he's gay at this point, so she may have been trying to "turn" him."

The mother looked shocked.
"Oh, that's terrible!"
"Indeed. She spent twenty minutes harrassing him, grabbing at his crotch, and forcibly trying to fellate him. I would have intervened sooner, but I was busy helping another student, and I couldn't hear them over the noise of the classroom."

The father shook his head.
"And nobody intervened... He said no right?"
"Several times. She didn't listen. The moment I knew what was going on, I separated them, gave Wilma a firm talking-to about consent, and had her written up and her parents called. Once I sent her to the office, I tended to Tyson, who needed some calming.

The mother glanced around the room.
"Thinking of which, where is he?"
"He's under my desk, actually." 
The teacher nudged his desk forward, revealing a pair of fox ears poking up from between his legs.
"He told me that having a "weenie" to suck on helps him calm down, and I'm not one to deny a student what calms them. I kept having to push him back, though; he seemed intent on choking himself for a while. Teachers aren't allowed to snuff students, since the household opinion on that can vary a bit."

"Well, thank you so much for intervening, sir. I think we can take it for here, though. Come on, Tyson, I'll let you take a shortcut home!"
Immediately, the pair of red fox ears between the teacher's legs perked up, and an adorable nude fox boy came running out from under the desk to meet his father. As the teacher casually zipped his fly back up, Tyson's dad unzipped his pants, freeing his already-hard canine cock. Without any hesitation, Tyson practically dove for the hefty foxcock, his lips sliding down until he kissed his dad's knot. He lingered there for a bit, licking and slurping at the shaft as the adult fox rested a hand on the back of his head. Then, Tyson's dad pushed him further forward, until finally the knot popped into his mouth.

Now orally knotted, Tyson was completely stuck. His jaw couldn't open wide enough to accommodate the expanded knot, and the pointed length in his throat was keeping him from breathing. Choking and gagging happily, the young fox reached down and started rubbing himself off, his movements soon becoming erratic as the lack of oxygen turned his face blue. His dad bit his lip and growled quietly with pleasure, feeling the rippling and squeezing of throatmuscles on his cock. Finally, the dad came, squirting thick ropes of seed down Tyson's throat and into his lungs. The young fox gagged and choked harder than ever, now drowning on his father's cum as well as choking. Soon, he let loose as well, squirting an adorably tiny load from his cock as his whole body slowly shuddered to a halt. With one last shake, Tyson finally went limp.

Tyson's father sighed contentedly, bracing his hands on either side of the corpse's head in order to push it off his cock. The wet, dead mouth slipped off with an audible pop, and he then began tucking away his oversized dick.
"Thanks again for helping calm Tyson down. We really appreciate everything you're doing to help your students succeed."
"Of course."
Formalities out of the way, the fox simply leaned down and grabbed his son's corpse, intending to drop the body off at a disposal bin before heading home to greet Tyson as he respawned.