Timothy woke up to the loud buzzing of his alarm, he stumbled from his bed in a panicked rush making a loud *thunk* as he tripped himself on his own sheets trying to get up. 

"Oh jeeze, what is it? No! I don't wanna go to school!" he whined as he padded over to the alarm to give it a violent whack on the snooze button. 

"Wait... what day is today?" he said to himself as he glanced around his room, his eyes catching the calendar on his wall. "Idiot... it's Saturday" he muttered to himself. "No school, I wonder if Gary is awake." 

The small 11 year old fox cub flitted about his room gathering up socks, a blue shirt, a pair of "Underoos" underwear, a pair of soft red sweat pants and his favorite pair of shoes, a set of black L.A. Lights sneakers with an LED in the heel that made it flash every time he took a step. He hurriedly rushed out the door and trotted to the house two yards over, his friend Gary's house. 

Timothy knocked on the door. A much larger, chubby feline woman opened the door and stared at the little fox cub for a few seconds before stepping back behind the door and shouting into the house; "GARRRRY! YOUR FRIEND'S HERE!" 

Gary yelled back "I'm busy, mom! Just let him in!" 

Timothy walked into the house and walked to the hall, his ears perked at the sound of video game noises, he poked his head into Gary's room and saw exactly what he expected to see; a brand new Sega Genesis with Sonic 2. 

Timothy gasped in excitement. "Oh wow!"

"Oh, you like it?" Gary asked. "I just got it yesterday... dad... bought it for me."

Timothy stared at the glowing screen as Sonic ran at breakneck "blast processing" speeds through hoops with a loud chime playing every time a ring was collected. The little fox cub sat behind Gary and watched, his eyes transfixed. 

"Is... is Tails in it?" the curious fox cub asked.

"Tails? Pssh, hahah... he's so gay. All he does is steal rings and get himself killed on the spikes" the small feline cub retorted. 

"T-tails isn't g-gay! Jerk..." Timothy said back while wringing his paws in irritation.

"Oh whatever, he's super gay..." Gary retorted.

"Y-you don't even k-know what gay means!" Timothy stuttered back.

"My dad sho—... my dad told me. I do so know what it means," Gary replied. 

"Yeah? What does it mean then, smarty butt?" the fox cub drilled his friend for an answer. 

"It means... ugghh... just shut up you fag," he huffed angrily.

Gary restarted the game and handed Timothy the controller. "Here, I'm bored of it anyway, you can play as your precious gay Tails."

"O-okay..." the little cub said feeling mocked and offended.

Gary layed on his bed watching the little fox cub innocently play the game, he stared at Timothy with a mind full of bitter dark thoughts as he stuffed a paw down his underwear and began touching himself. The thrill of stroking behind his distracted friend's back made his little cock immediately begin to leak. He also thought of the things he had done to "earn" his new console... 

Gary thought about his dad, the memories still vivid in his mind... ["You want a Sega, huh? Well gee, those are pretty expensive, kiddo. Tell you what, you do a favor for daddy and daddy might think about buying you one.]

The twisted kitten's cock was hard within his paw, leaking all over his litle pink paw pads. It pulsed and made a drip for every little quiver.

He couldn't resist his urges any longer, he got up behind Timothy, stood up behind him and let his shorts and undies slip down to his feet, he aimed his leaky tip at the small fox cub's head before poking him on the shoulder. 

"Hey... turn around, I wanna show you something..." the feline said, giggling to himself. 

"What? You're gunna make me run into spikes and I'll lose my rings!" the fox cub said, eyes still fixated on the game... 

"You wanted to know what 'gay' means? Turn around..."

Timothy went to turn his head around not even realizing that Gary was standing right behind him, as he turned, his muzzle was nose to tip with his friend's hard and dripping cock...

"What are you do-" before he could even finish his sentence, Gary grabbed him by the collar of his t-shirt and stared him down with the most dominant, lustful look.

"Shut up... open your mouth... and don't say another fucking word" the feline growled. 

The fox cub dropped the controller and did as he was told, he opened his mouth and Gary slid his wet tip into the fox's muzzle, pressing his leaking barb against the little cub's tongue, he gripped his ears hard and thrusted with his feline claws just slightly poking out and pricking the flesh.

"Myurr hyurrtng myee! Shtop!" the little fox muffled out as he was forcefully muzzle fucked.

"What did I say before? Shut up, don't talk... unless you want a free ear piercing," Gary said as he flexed his claws against Timothy's ears, threatening to cause the fox cub pain if he didn't keep quiet.

Gary slid his cock in and out of the fox cub's muzzle, pushing his tip into the back of his throat as he sat there on the floor... the lil fox struggled to not gag as the feline cock pressed further. Gary lifted one footpaw off the carpet and pressed it against Timothy's crotch, his paw feeling the cub's obvious hardness... a result of the fear and the confusion of what was happening.

Timothy had never experienced anything like this before. Panic. Uncertainty. Arousal. His little body froze in place as Gary used his muzzle for his own satisfaction. The taller feline gripped a paw around the small fox's snout. 

"You'd better fucking swallow, faggot."

The little fox whined and looked up at his friend, his friendly features replaced by pure lust and a sick smirk. Gary's humped his friend's mouth harder, his body shook as he felt himself nearing climax. His cock twitched as he shot 4 thick syrupy jets of feline cum over the fox's tongue. The substance dripped down the back of Timothy's throat and he nearly gagged but did his best to quickly and silently gulp it down.

It tasted like... Salty glue. It made his tongue feel wierd. 

Gary pulled his cock out of Timothy's muzzle and a string of cum and pre extended from tip to lips like a string of microwaved mozarella. 

Gary looked down at his victim.

"You like that, little fag?"

Timothy whined out. 

"St-stop c-calling me that p-please." 

But Gary just responded by grabbing Timothy by the dick, hard and stroking it angrily. 

"Alright... I guess it's your turn. Get up on the bed."

"Please, I don't want—..." the little fox protested.

"SHUT YOUR STUPID YAPPER AND GET UP ON THE BED!" the feline fumed back.

Timothy whined out a barely audible "okay..." and climbed up onto Gary's bed, laying on his back, he held his paws over his sweatpants trying to conceal his fear induced erection.

Gary knelt against the edge of the bed and raked a claw over the back of Timothy's flesh and fur defense shield. 

"Ow! That hurt!" the little fox yelped as he felt the sharp sting on the back of his paws.

"Better move those paws or you'll get way more than just a scratch," the kitten commanded... 

Gary prodded at his friend's little cock through the sweatpants fabric, teasing him and watching his little rod spasm every time it was kneeded at. The fox whimpered tearfully as Gary pulled back the waistband of his sweats and stared at the huge wetspot that had formed in his underwear.

"You're such a little fag, enjoying being touched like this," Gary said while cracking a cruel sadistic smile.

He yanked back the fox's undies and placed his cock tip into his muzzle, his rough spikey kitty tongue brushing over the fox's sensitive stiffy. Timothy made soft little squeaky noises as his dick was engulfed in the kitty boy's warm saliva. 

Gary couldn't help accidentally pricking him with his sharp little kitty fangs, but he kept going, bobbing his little stripey head up and down over his friend's cock. He gripped his soft little furred balls in his paw and deliberately gave them a hard squeeze.

Timothy nearly jumped from the bed as his tender orbs were being treated like toys. "Nyuh uh, yew bedder snit snill!"

Gary continued to torture and molest his little neighbor friend, he took great pleasure in roughing up the little fox's coinpurse, playfully raking a claw through the bright orange fur that covered his scrotum.

The tortue made the fox fearful, confused and aroused. His animal programming kicked in and he started to buck uncontrollably into Gary's muzzle, his little cub knot grew and pressed against gary's lips.

"Mmm, gyuud byoy. Hyumph my mouf." 

Timothy grabbed hold of the back of Gary's head, threading his fingers through the cat's soft headfur. The little fox pulled the kitty noggin closer and felt his small cubby knot pop past his friend's lips, his whole body began to shiver and shake as his rod started shooting thick jets of seed across the brushy tongue and down Gary's throat.  

Gary saved what bit of the fox's spunk that hadn't trickled into his throat and kept it in a pocket in his lower lip. He padded up the bed and grabbed Timothy by the muzzle. 

"Ohphen yur mouf," he demanded.

Timothy's eyes went wide.

"No... don't!" he whimpered. 

"I shed ophen... dyew it," he said as he flicked out a claw and pressed it to Timothy's cheek.

Timothy begrudgingly opened his muzzle and Gary leaned in, pressing his lips to the fox's and letting the cub's own spunk and the kitten's saliva flow into his mouth, the poor fox nearly gagging as the mixture dripped in. Gary waved the spunk into the cub's mouth with his tongue tip like a scoop.

Gary quickly broke the snowball kiss and gripped Timothy's muzzle with his paws. 

"Now be a good boy... swallow for me."

Timothy glared an angry glare at his friend and tormentor. He reluctantly swallowed the mix of his own semen and Gary's disgusting cat drool. His autism kicked into overdrive making this experience of fluid swapping extra discomforting, he didn't even drink after his own parents for fear of icky spit germs. Still, he obeyed lest he recieve some other kind of cruel punishment. 

The fox gulped and swallowed, nearly feeling himself vomit in the process, and Gary released his paws from Timothy's muzzle.

"Disgusting..." he grumbled. 

"Oh, you loved it you little queer fag," Gary taunted.

"STOP CALLING ME THAT!" Timothy said as he hauled off and whacked Gary in the shoulder, finally feeling angry enough to retaliate.

Just as Gary whined out in response to being hit, the door knob began to jostle and turn.

"Uh-oh..." Timothy whispered.

(END... for now I guess)