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Well, after 3 whole years of writer's block, Neptune is back! I had the idea for this story about 5 years ago and I only got the inspiration to write it about a month ago. But, it was definitely worth the wait. This is the classic stereotypical tale of boy-cheats-on-test-and-gets-blackmailed-by-a-4-year-old. It takes place in Ares City, which is where a lot of my stories take place (such as the Life-Like Ice series and 20 Years Later). I hope you have as much fun reading it as I did writing it.

~Neptune

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Marquis' Mild Maturing

A work of fiction

By Neptune

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Percival's paws shook as he sipped his morning coffee. It was sunrise, Monday. He had been up for the past 72 hours straight and had finally burned out. The paper was due at one in the afternoon. The fox's left eye had a nervous twitch which he could not control. It was over. For the first time in his young life, he was going to fail. Percival: the promised child. Percival: the Pick of the Litter. Percival: Recipient of a full scholarship. Percival: Cubs favorite at the Little Sunshine Daycare. He was everything anyone could ever want in a young prodigy, but lately his sexual appetite was getting the best of him.

Twenty pages on the Philosophy of Communism and Socialism was something that completely drained the young fox's brain, while random hookups on campus drained his very willing body. He could not write more than five pages and most of that was useless, redundant, and weak; very unlike his quality of work. He was broken and he had no other choice.

"I need a favor, Benton." Percival spoke into his cell while pouring another cup of coffee. His paws were shaking so much he spilled it everywhere, only a few drops made it to the bottom of his cup, which was satisfactory for him.

"I can do anything that's on the edge of impossible, Percy, for a price. What do you need and when do you need it done?"

"I need you to write this paper for my Philosophy class, twenty pages worth. I need it completed and polished by 12:55 today." The fox answered with as much seriousness possible, which was hard because of the shakiness of his voice and his paws that trembled so much it made holding the phone to his ear difficult.

"Ouch. You sound like you need some rest. I thought you, of all people, would never call me. You know I need a little extra help peddling Intellectual Property, you know, IP. Me and you, you and me, we could make a fortune. But that's a completely different conversation, I can plainly hear that you're desperate. I can do it, but its going to cost ya big." Benton said. Percy didn't hesitate, this was the final examination after all.

"Name your price."

"Call me back in 5 minutes. I have to do a little preliminary work, then I'll give you a quote." Benton's voice was raspy, a smoker. Percy nodded and gave a little extra information; what class it was for, his professor's name, prompt, what grade he expected along with other information.

Phillip Benton, known throughout the campus simply as Benton, or occasionally "My Right Arm", was a hustler of a hyena that exclusively sold Intellectual Property or IP as he called it. He could assist you with a paper, project, or presentation for a price, or he could do all the work for a small fortune. Prices ranging from 25-700 bucks depending on length, content, urgency and grade expected. Benton never declined a paying customer, but there was a verbal contract. At 6:10am, Benton called back and said simply:

"550."

"550?!?" Percy exclaimed.

"Five hundred fifty U.S. dollars. Take it or leave it. That's a discount, believe me." Percival whimpered a bit, he only had about a eight hundred in the bank left of his life savings. But $550 is worth a perfect record. If he got a failing grade on this assignment, the dean may get suspicious and run every assignment he ever submitted through a fine tooth comb. Percival perspired. The fox hesitated before agreeing, nodding his head as he said "Okay."

"Good boy. Now meet me in my private room on the third floor of the undergrad library, uh, around a quarter to one. There we can discuss payment and maybe a reading or two if time allows." His voice went up at the end, as if asking a question. There was a pause. Percival's mind had a "lag time" and need to catch up.

"You have a fecking private room in the library? What the hell!?" Percival yelled, still very wired from lack of sleep and a few pots of coffee. The hyena on the other end laughed, almost cackling.

"Its room 342, pup. I have a lot of things you don't know about and need not worry about. Just be there and have my money. Just because you are a friend doesn't mean I'll go easy on ya. I have 'methods' of collection, you know, and I also have payment plans." Percy could almost hear the older wolf smiling through the phone.

"I'll have your money; just make sure the paper is perfect." Benton chuckled in response to the fox's statement.

"Come on, Percy! You know me better than that! Now get yourself some fucking sleep. You sound like shit." Percival smiled, somewhat assured as he hung up the phone. The 18-year-old fox yawned and laid back in his computer chair. It was going to be okay. He only had two classes today; Calculus and then Philosophy at one. Everything was going to be alright, but then he heard footsteps behind him. Percy glanced back nervously and sighed in relief when he saw that it was Marquis, the fox cub he was babysitting for the week for a few extra bucks.

"Marquis! Whatcha doing up so early, champ?" Percy asked cheerfully smiling blissfully. Marquis, a 4-year-old fox-cub, licked his lips and, without warning, let out a roar and pounced Percy in his chair, knocking him over to the floor.

"Who was that on the phone?" he asked, trying to pin the older fox down, growling and nipping at his babysitter. Marquis' keen young ears had already heard both sides of the conversation. Percival could only smirk at the cute cub, holding him back with only one paw. He quickly flipped him over, pinning the toddlerpup down and sitting on his small tummy. "No fair! You're bigger than me!"

Percy chuckled. "A friend of mine, Benton. He's helping me with a paper I'm doing." Marquis struggled and wiggled under the older fox, but finally relented and playfully licked his babysitters coffee-flavored muzzle. "Come on, pup. You may be cute and small, but I'm not going to let you win." Percy said and licked the pup back.

The young fox-cub smiled and giggles, but his eyes looked away for a moment, as if digesting the past few moments. Mark's four-year-old mind was more brilliant than it seemed. He decided to dismiss the subject and switch it, wiggling out from under the much heavier fox.

"What's for breakfast?" The cub asked, standing up and stretching. Percy glanced to his right, through the doorway to the kitchen, as he reset the computer chair to its proper upright position and sat down.

"Hmm, well your mom said nothing sweet, so how 'bout I cook something?" Marquis smiled big and jumped onto Percy's lap.

"I want sausage and eggs and hash browns and biscuits and jam and orange juice and . . ."

"Whoa, whoa, tyke! I guess you're pretty hungry." Percy slowly rubbed the young fox's tummy through his warm cotton pajama shirt, making Mark murr gently and calm down a bit. "How about I make my famous Special Omelet? You can help too, little guy!" Marquis wiggled on Percy's lap, smiling up at him.

And with that, the two went into the kitchen to cook breakfast. Percy's mother wasn't home, she almost never was, so the two foxes made breakfast for two. Marquis was one of Percival's favorite students at the Little Sunshine Daycare downtown. Percy worked there three days a week doing various tasks. The cubs loved him more than the older caretakers because he was active. He was called 'a gift from God' by the overworked caretakers and teachers. Percy had the patience of a saint when it came to dealing with the younger cubs. Changing diapers, feeding, telling stories, teaching ABC's and 123's, he did it all. The parents liked him so much they offered to pay him to do side jobs. This week, Marquis' single mother was out of town on business. The job was for 200 bucks, despite the fact that Percival did not want to charge a penny to watch his 'little brother'.

For a small pup, Marquis, or Mark as Percy called him, could eat as much as an adult at times. They cooked the meal together and ate in the living room while watching cartoons. It was still early in the morning and plenty of time before his Calculus exam, so Percy decided to take a nap on the couch and let the pup run free.

Marquis, like all boys his age, was quite curious and now that his 'big brother' was napping, he had the house to himself. Once he made sure Percival was asleep, he went upstairs to the older fox's bedroom and sniffed around. He spent the night there many times before, but Percy made sure the little fox understood that his dresser drawers were off limit. Today, the allure of 'secret dresser drawers' was too much to ignore. While pretending to be a pirate, complete with a red bandana he found, Mark pounced through Percy's bedroom door.

"Land Matey! I'll find the treasure!" He said bravely and giggled to himself, trying to keep quiet so Percy wouldn't awake. Marquis sniffed around the room making his way to the dresser. He was too short to reach the top drawer so he started from the bottom drawer. His small paws carefully gripped the handle, as if the sleeping fox downstairs could hear him, and pulled it open slowly. The four-year-old had a look of disappointment as he saw that inside was nothing but neatly-folded clothes, no real pirate booty.

He got an idea at that moment. Maybe the real treasure was 'buried' under the clothes. He carefully picked through the neatly-folded shirts and pants until he reached a magazine. He couldn't read the title, but on the cover was two grownups, a fox and a wolf wrestling. Mark picked up the magazine, curious as to what was inside. He sat on Percy's bed and flipped through it, tilting his head as he saw images he'd never seen before. All of the 'wrestlers' were naked! Little Marquis stopped on a page with a grownup boy fox holding his wee wee and spraying white stuff towards the camera. He looked down at his pajama pants and wondered why his own wee wee wasn't that big.

The curious cub pulled his pajama pants and and undies down to his ankles, exposing his hard three-inch fox meat. He had seen himself hard before, but didn't understand why. Standing up on the bed, Mark decided to mimic the masculine grownup fox. He held his pajama shirt up with his right paw and wrapped his left paw around the base of his penis and looked down at the picture, confused as to what the white stuff was. The young fox shook his small shaft with his paw. "Come on." he said to himself. Absentmindedly, he began stroking his puppy meat slowly as he looked down at the secret magazine. At first it felt strange, like a tummy-rub only lower, but after a few slow strokes it became more pleasurable than anything he had felt in his four years of life.

He was blushing all over but it only showed under his tawny white fur on his stomach and chest. Little Marquis began to pant and tuck his fluffy tail between his legs, his whole body tensing up as his unskilled paw increased speed as it stroked his puppyhood. He didn't realize his eyes were closed, because as he approached his very first climax, he was seeing wonderful swirls of colors, sounds, smells and textures he'd never experienced before. Mark bucked his hips hard, now gripping his wee wee with both paws squeezing tight around the weird lump at the base. And there it was; his first climax. Everything seemed to blur in his mind and fade to white as he moaned lewdly, his small puppycock convulsing but still no white stuff like in the picture.

The experience was all too much for the young fox. He plopped down on the bed, still panting as he opened his eyes. The intense colors, sounds, smells and textures still around him. He lay on his back looking at the ceiling, his bright red wee wee standing straight up like a little flagpole. Marquis smiled and giggled to himself. "I found the treasure!" He said giggling. Being so young, he quickly recovered from his climax, and was ready to go outside to play. Mark pulled up his undies and pajama pants before hopping off the bed. He flipped through the magazine one last time before putting it back where he found it in the drawer, but he noticed something next to the stack of magazines; a box with a Black Dragon on it. "Maybe next time" he thought to himself with a mischievous smile. He closed the drawer and made sure everything was exactly how he was before he came in.

He felt a bit of pressure in his bladder and went to the upstairs bathroom next to Percy's room. Marquis felt proud of himself for finally learning his body's signal for 'potty' and 'pee pee'. Smirking, he pulled down his pants and undies enough to let the elastic hold under his small ball sack. His right paw held up his soft pajama shirt as he went pee pee like a grownup, sighing in relief as he saw the light yellow liquid pour out of him and into the clear toilet water. Mark shook what he thought was the last drop and pulled his pants back up. A small dark circle began to form on the front of his undies and pajama pants, the last squirt, which he seemed to care less about. Marquis wasn't sure when or why he started this habit, but he licked his paws clean after each time he went potty or pee pee and today was no exception. A small dribble of urine on his red and black paw tasted as it always did, a little salty, but not unpleasant, and with very little smell.

His keen ears perked. Percy was moving around downstairs. Marquis flushed the toilet to let the older fox know where he was before he bounded downstairs and back to the living room. Percival yawned and stretched as he watched him come down the stairs.

"Had fun, little guy?" He asked. Mark nodded up and down, smiling up at the older fox innocently. Percy took off the pup's red bandana and ruffled his soft headfur. "Playing Pirates again I see. Maybe we can play Pirates together next time."

Marquis blushed as he wondered if Percy's wee wee was as big as the fox in the magazine. He had so many questions he wanted to ask his 'big brother', but he knew he had to keep it a secret or he would know he snooped around in his dresser drawers.

Percy took a look at the clock, he knew his mother would be home soon so he started making another one of his Famous Special Omelets.

It was a little after nine when Percy's mother came in through the front door. The vixen tossed her heavy purse onto the couch, put her empty thermos on the coffee table, and sat her briefcase on the marble island in the kitchen; all with the grace of a ballerina. She let out a long sigh, causing the two foxes to turn around.

"Mom, stressful day at work?" Percy asked with compassion. She said nothing but smiled as she sniffed the air.

"Making your Famous Special Omelet I see." She said, changing the subject. Marquis ran over to her and hugged her tight. Ms. Osgood smiled and hugged the pup back. She seldomly talked about her work with her son, especially when he had a pup visiting. Being a police detective, she handled too many dark situations on the daily basis and preferred not to bring it home with her.

"Yeah, I'll fix you a plate, but I have to be getting to class in a little while." The teen fox said while plating the omelet.

"Don't forget to drop Marquis off at the daycare."

"I won't!" He yelled from the kitchen as she walked up the stairs. Marquis smiled up at his surrogate big brother who was pouring a glass of milk. "Here ya go." He handed the toddler-pup the glass, and he drank half of it before sitting down.

"I'm going to pin you next time." Mark said, wiping off his milk-mustache. Percy ruffled the small pups headfur. "In your dreams."

Before long, Vivian Osgood came back down the stairs, changed out of her slacks and fine white shirt. She was "mom" again, dressed in tight jeans and a plain black shirt. She kissed her son on the cheek and took a seat at the table. Marquis was drinking the last of his milk, a little of it dribbled down his chin. Percy glanced at the clock, it was time to get moving. The little fox jumped down from his seat and followed his 'big brother' upstairs to his room to get changed.

Percival dug through his dresser and found clothes to wear for the day; just his usual baggy pants and shirt. Without thinking, the older fox took off his night shirt and threw it at Marquis playfully. The warm, soft shirt landed on his head making him giggle as he pretended to be trapped by it.

"Come on, pup. Wait outside while I change, okay?" Percy opened his bedroom door wide to let the small fox out, but Marquis looked a little busy. He was putting on Percy's shirt. The shirt that he had worn for three days straight. "What is it, Mark?" He closed the door, leaving them both inside his bedroom. His keen vulpine ears perked as he heard his mother put on another pot of coffee downstairs and fuss with the newspaper.

Marquis seemed to be blushing. "It. . . it smells good." He said in his small voice, sniffing the shirt. It fit him like a dress.

"What do you mean?" Percy moved closer and sat down on the bed, putting on a pair of clean socks.

"I like the way you smell, big brodder." He said, finally shooting his trademark cheerful smile. Percival picked up the young fox and sat him on his knee as he took the shirt off of him, along with Marquis' own pajama shirt, leaving them both shirtless. Without warning, Mark ran his small paws through Percy's warm, creamy-white chest fur and buried his nose against his armpit.

"Hey! Cut that out!" Percival yelled, not meaning to. He playfully tapped the four-year-old fox on the noes to make him stop. "Come on! I haven't showered in days!" He was ashamed to admit it.

"I likes it!" Mark said smiling up at his 'big brodder'. Without hesitating, the young fox licked Percy's nipple, making him yip. He had seen it done in one of the pictures in the secret magazine.

"What's gotten into you, today?!" Now, Percival was holding the pup away from him like a sack of flour and sat him down on the floor. "Now be good and get dressed for daycare." Percy was blushing deeply. The creamy whiteness of his chestfur turned a shade of pink. He sniffed himself. It wasn't a bad smell, just not his usual refined Old Spice scent. Over the last week, Percy had been to several parties celebrating the near-end of the school year. He had put his philosophy paper hold again and again so he could hang out and get laid by strangers he'd only known for mere minutes. That shirt still had a faint sent of male arousal and maybe even a drop and smear of cum.

Percy watched as the young pup eagerly took off his pajama pants, revealing his 'big boy' undies with cute red rockets designed on them just like on his pajama shirt. Marquis smiled at Percy curiously. He looked down at his crotch then back up at Percy.

"Your turn." The young fox said, not quite sure how to word his thoughts.

"My turn for what?" Percy took off the clean socks he had just put on. It was sandal weather outside.

"It's your turn to get naked." He said innocently. "Can I see?" Marquis was pointing to Percival's crotch.

The older fox had to catch his breath. Did he just say that? Where did he learn that from?

"No, pup. Now get dressed!" Percy tossed Mark a set of clean clothes from his backpack and turned around, giving him a little privacy. The young fox seemed a bit disappointed but did as he was told and went downstairs and sat with Vivian, Percival's mother, at the kitchen table. When he left, Percy noticed about an inch of his bright red cock poked through his sheath as he thought about the situation. He shook his head and continued to get dressed, forcing the naughty thought out of his mind.

He came downstairs after five minutes wearing his favorite shirt and jeans and his car keys in his paw. "Lets ride out, Mark." Marquis was finishing yet another glass of milk when he got up from the table. "Bye Mom! See you later!" The teenaged fox said as he bounded out of the front door. His car was parked on the street, a sensible new Honda Accord he got as a graduation gift. Marquis climbed into the front seat and buckled up. Riding with Percy was an adventure for the four-year-old since he almost never rode with his mother.

During this time of day, The Little Sunshine Daycare was a ten minute drive. Mark's ears were perked the whole trip. It took a lot of restraint to keep the small fox from bouncing around and trying to see every little thing he could out the window. They arrived on time as usual. Percy and Mark walked towards the building but the older fox stopped short of the door and got down on one knee beside the young fox, getting eye to eye. For a second, Percy took time and noticed how beautifully hazel-brown Marquis's eyes were.

"Be a good boy today, okay. No naked talk, alright!" he said seriously, but not intimidating. Marquis nodded up and down and hugged his 'big brother'. Percy handed the little fox his book bag and waved him goodbye. Mrs. Wilson waved to the two foxes, hurrying Mark inside.

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The drive to campus was half an hour away on the other side of town. Timberlake University was a very liberal Catholic school in a historical district of Ares City, known for its Arts programs. This was Percy's last semester of his first year in the graphic arts program. They were stressful times, due to final exams. Even after three whole days of stressing over his philosophy paper, he was very well prepared for his Calculus examination. On the drive to class, he picked up a hazelnut latte. His mind was racing from the caffeine in no time, but it seemed to have a theme of returning to little Marquis; his small warm body, tawny creamy fur, curious demeanor, and there was just something about seeing him in his 'big boy' underwear. For now, he wrote the entire incident off as childish curiosity.

The frazzled fox arrived on campus a half hour early. He decided to hit the gym's shower before class. It was empty this time of day except for a few muscle-heads lifting weights and track-stars on treadmills. Percy walked in, trying to avoid speaking to a certain someone. He almost made it to the showers when he heard his name called.

"Percival! Hey Percy!" It was Eddy, a Doberman who had almost all the same classes as Percy. Eddy had seen the fox a few nights ago at a fraternity party. It wasn't Percy's finest moment; he was very tipsy and was being 'escorted' by three of four guys to a back room when he waved at Eddy. Flattening his ears to his skull, Percy turned around to see the muscular canine directly behind him. He was wearing gym shorts and a tight, sweaty, white shirt. "Mind if I join you?"

Percy nodded his head and entered the locker room without saying a word. They used lockers right next to each other but the smaller fox quickly undressed without a word and headed to the showers, hoping to lose the Doberman. Instead, Eddy got into the stall direct next to his and insisted on talking. Eddy was a typical "jock"; football, soccer, basketball, he played it all. He was a chick magnet and got more pussy than a whole box of tampons. Eddy loved to single-out Percy for small talk, or sports talk, or any other shallow, meat-headed topic he could come up with.

"So, you ready for that Calc final? I spent all night cramming with Paul and the gang." Eddy was lathering up his short black fur almost in sync with Percy, as if in front of a mirror. Percy only nodded back at him. "Mr. White is a hardass, am I right?" The jock said with a forced laugh, trying to get a verbal response from the fox. Percy still said nothing, but glanced over to the Doberman. The stall walls stopped short at everyone's chest or shoulders, but with Eddy being so tall, Percy could see his nipples. For a split second, he thought about Marquis.

"Look, Percy, I've been meaning to ask you something kind of personal, and uh, seeing as how this could be our last week seeing each other until after Summer break . . ." Eddy hesitated before proceeding. "I like you, you know? Not like best buds, but like . . ." The Doberman had little skill in being smooth in situations like these, so he just came out and said it. "I wanna yiff you." Before Percy could interject, he kept going, "Everybody knows you're gay and well, seeing you all last week with those different guys, I wanna see how it is, you know?"

The shorter fox stopped in his tracks. He had to admit that Eddy was hot. But now was not the time to be yiffy. "Look, Eddy, you're hot and all but -" Eddy cut in before the fox could continue.

"Come on, just a quickie before the final. You look stressed." Percy could tell that the muscular Doberman was gripping his cock and stroking a little. He wished he had x-ray vision at that moment to see through the stall. Percy looked around, they were the only two in the shower room. He weighed his options; yes, he was quite stressed and yes, he did like Eddy, at least in a physical sense. There were 20 minutes until the final. What's stopping him?

Percival gave Eddy a coy nod "OK", making the Doberman smirk triumphantly. Without wasting time Eddy joined the smaller fox in his stall, still soapy. He was at full staff, at least 10 inches of red, meaty canine cock. Percy was unashamed in his eagerness as he gripped Eddy's thick shaft and got down on all fours. There was a latent yiffiness inside him since that morning with Marquis. The teen fox playfully licked the tip as if it were an ice cream cone. Eddy's muscles rippled under his black fur as he held the sides of the stall with his large paws. The fox was yiffier than he thought; instead of his usual routine of teasing and stalling, he went right to sliding the hot, pulsing flesh into his muzzle.

Both their eyes closed. To Percy, this was one of the biggest cocks he has ever had. To Eddy, this was the most skilled muzzle he ever had the pleasure to yiff. The fox's rough tongue was exploring every square inch of his throbbing cock, gauging which vein and area was most sensitive. It was not the cleanest cock he had tasted, there was a faint hint of old sperm and urine and something else in his crotch-fur, but he didn't mind a little raunchiness. Percival took every inch into his muzzle to the knot with each bob of his head, his cold nose bumping into Eddy's knot. He found that the big-bad-Doberman was extremely sensitive. Each time his nose hit his baseball-sized knot, the large canine would buck his hips hard and without apology, holding back a puppy-like yelp from the sharp pleasure.

"Damn, I should have known fox-boys were this good!"

Percy slid the thick shaft out of his muzzle, a porno trademark dribble of precum mixed with saliva still connecting the two. He looked up into Eddy's eyes as he finally opened them. Percy's cock was fully hard and dripping, even without touching. He turned around in front of the Doberman, still on all fours, and lifted his tail. Before Percy could adjust or prepare, Eddy's muscular cock was halfway buried inside him, making him yelp like a pup as he was forced forward. Eddy's hips were bucking furiously, 'short-cocking' the fox, forcefully yiffing his tailhole with only about half his cock.

Percival moaned lewdly. It had been a long time since he got a yiffing this good. There was very little emotion ,other than animal lust, involved. They were just two boys with an itch to scratch. His own paw was stroking his member in sync with the muscular Doberman's thrusting, but it was Eddy's hair-trigger that sparked the quick climax. After only about five minutes of intense 'short-cocking', he forced his entire cock inside the tender, subby fox and gave him the full ride for the last minute of thrusting. Eddy was at the point of no return, gripping and squeezing Percival's waist, as if he here were nothing more than a small plushie.

The fox tried to be discreet, but getting the full ten inches of thick Doberman cock was too much for him. He moaned like a bitch in heat as he shot his vulpine seed on to the tiled shower floor, almost hurting himself as he stroked, not even caring if the whole gym heard them. Percy's anal ring tightened as much as it could around the Doberman's thick mean and after only about a 10 seconds, Eddy pushed into the fox's innards full tilt, splattering his lower intestine with thick, almost yogurt-like, canine semen. Percy felt every throb of the large rod inside him as he jizzed deeper inside him than anyone ever before. Despite being a everyone's "Favorite" good little fox, Percival had a serious appetite for yiff.

The two were panting lewdly together in the stall, enjoying the afterglow of a good yiff. The warm water of the shower adding a soft massaging effect. Eddy's paws still gripped the fox's waist even as Percy stood up, letting the Doberman's spent shaft slide out. His semen was thick enough to stay put inside him for the most part, very little dribbled out, the constancy of a raw scrambled egg. Eddy slapped the fox's ass as hard as he could.

"Damn you're a good fuck!" He said when he was finally breathing normally. Without even as much as a thank-you, Eddy left the stall and got dressed. Percy licked his cum coated paw. It is what he expected from the muscle-headed Doberman; a fuck and fly. It was all he really wanted from him anyway. It did the job. Percival was as relaxed and smooth as he had been before finals. The 18-year-old fox was sated, for now at least.

He rinsed off quickly to get the Doberman's scent out of his fur and left the showers back into the locker room and got dressed quickly. There was about five minutes until the Calculus final exam. Eddy was nowhere to be seen in the gym, but his friend Paul was there and he was looking right at the freshman fox. Paul nodded at Percy from across the room which was odd since they never really spoke. There was no doubt Eddy told Paul every detail.

Percival made his way out of the gym and walked to the Engineering building; not far away. In the classroom, he sat as far from Eddy as possible, as he always did. The Doberman was flanked on all sides by his other jock friends, no doubt adding the finishing touches to their cheating scheme.

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The Calculus exam went as he expected. Percy was fully prepared for it and there were no surprises. The fox was one of the first to turn in his blue test booklet and Scantron form. It was a quarter to noon when he left for his car. A friend from the "Gay-Straight Alliance" ran towards him. The wolf was another freshmen that Percy became quite "acquainted" with a few days ago in his dorm room.

"Wait! I just wanted to say thanks." The wolf said before Percy could open his door. He went on an on about how Percival made life on campus bearable for him, thanking the fox for being a "Shining example" of what a proud gay male should be. Percy blushed under his red and white fur, flattered by all of this. Percy had taken the naïve wolf's virginity and they rarely spoke since then. The wolf was just happy to have relinquished his "V-Card" to someone as skilled as Percival Osgood. Being the president of the university's Gay-Straight Alliance, the fox had access to all gay, bisexual, and questioning freshmen furs. He bid him farewell with a hug and got into his car.

Since it was almost noon, Percy decided to stop by the daycare to get Marquis for a little while. The little fox always enjoyed spending his lunchtime with his 'big brodder'. Once he arrived at the daycare, the teen fox was approached by one of the caretakers, Mrs. Wilson, a 40-something year old tiger. She guided Percy into her small office to speak privately.

"Percy, young Marquis is becoming very . . . rambunctious. He's curious about, you know, 'boy stuff'." She seemed embarrassed to say much more about what she meant. "Marquis' father isn't in the picture anymore and well, he needs someone, a male, to teach him about, you know boy subjects. Teach him that it's okay to be curious, but not okay to . . ." She sighed and hung he head, taking off her glasses. "Long story short, Marquis was caught pawing during play time. I would call his mother, but all she'd do is promise to spank the boy when she's back from her business trip. Please, talk to Marquis about this." She was sincerely flabbergasted, taken by surprise that a four-year-old fox would 'discover himself' in her classroom. Percy tried to relieve her embarrassment by nodding quickly to acknowledge that he received her point.

With a simple nod, they both stood and went back into the classroom. Percy called out for Mark. "Come on, pup, were going for a ride." The small fox smiled wide and ran out of the class into the hallway and out to the car, pulling on the door, eager to leave for a midday ride. Because of the incident, Mrs. Wilson allowed little Marquis to stay home the rest of the day.

Today they rode to the park near the daycare. The swings were Mark's favorite. During their break from school, Percival had a little talk with Mark. He was just as surprised about the cubs behavior as Mrs. Wilson.

"But it feels good, Percy." Mark said innocently and as a matter of fact. The older fox did not want the little one to feel shame for doing what came naturally, but he wasn't quite sure how to put it.

"See, pawing is fun, but it's best if you only did it at home when you are by yourself. It's a special thing, you see." Mark nodded up and down, understanding what Percy was saying, but at the same time understanding that pawing felt very good, and his curiosity was nowhere near sated.

"Do you do it?" He asked Percy, looking up at him as he sat on the swing.

"All the time, champ." he replied with a smile. Marquis smiled up at him. "Okay, it's time to get going. You're riding with me today okay? Promise me you won't paw in school anymore." The little pup nodded and went back to the car and they drove to Timberlake University.

* * *

At 12:45 Percy was showing signs of restless worry. The door to room 342 in the old undergraduate library was locked and there was no sliver of light under the door. The fox had already knocked three times. He was ready to knock again when the door opened, his paw in the air.

"A little eager are we, Mr. Percival Osgood?" It was Benton, holding a blue folder. He glanced down at Marquis who was looking up at him, taking in every detail of the older hyena's face. Percy let out a sigh of relief. "It's all here. Step inside my office so we can cement this deal." The nervous fox followed the athletically-built hyena inside the room, trailed by little Mark, who seemed not to worry yet more curious than anything.

Inside the room was dim compared to the rest of the library, about 20 by 20 feet and had the same two-story ceiling as the rest of the 300-year-old library. The windows were covered with old, dusty heavy drapes, blocking most of the light. There were many books here, none of them organized or on a shelf of any kind. Most of the books were in every language except for English; old books, new books, music scores, novels and first editions all stacked nearly to the ceiling. Benton snapped his finger and pointed down to a chair on the other side of a desk. The teen fox sat down as the the hyena did, Mark standing close behind his 'big brother'.

Percival pulled out a wad of cash. $550 in twenty dollar bills and one ten. He slid it across the table and watched the spotted hyena count his loot, giggling a little too sinisterly for the fox's liking. Benton opened the folder and pulled out a single sheet of paper. Percy was handed a pen by a husky upperclassman fox standing behind him. All the while, the four-year-old fox cub was watching, taking in every detail. Percy had told him as they arrived that he just had to do one thing and that the pup should wait in the car, but Mark would hear none of that. He demanded to come along inside.

"No need to read it over. It's just an outline of what's going to happen should things so South. You pay, you get the paper-" Another fur wearing a hoodie passed Percy a red folder. He opened it up and found all 20 pages were there and at quick glance, it was all good content. "If you get caught, you don't know me, we never met. If you tell anyone, I'll deny it, then you'll end up with your legs broke. Got it?" Percy nodded silently. He read over the one-page pseudo-contract. Benton's name was nowhere on it, but the signatures of his clients covered more than half the page. Percival signed a free space at the bottom and stood up. Benton had a paw waiting for him to shake it. "Good day and good luck, sir." One of Benton's boys opened the door.

Once out of the dim room, Percy read over the 20 page paper on Communism and Socialism, cover-to-cover, on the way to class, little Mark barely keeping up. There was no lesson, just turn in the paper and leave. Dr. Woo was the only one inside. Percy handed him the paper with a smile, Mark close behind him observing everything, and turned towards the door. But before he got three steps away, Dr. Woo spoke;

"I can't wait to read this, Mr. Osgood." He said flipping through the document. The old Badger seemed to have been waiting just for Percy. "Ares City will be a battle ground between Capitalism, Socialism, and Communism in the future. King Heinrich of the North has been eying this city since I was a pup. I hope you included your thoughts on that matter."

Percy nodded, not looking back. About five pages in, Benton eloquently addressed that issue for him.

"Good! Grades will be posted a week from now. I'll see you next semester, Mr. Osgood." Dr. Woo was smiling and, despite not looking back, Percy knew this. Dr. Woo trusted him and was his mentor. But Marquis did look back at Dr. Woo. Percival was holding the young fox's paw, nearly dragging him out of the classroom. Mark had never seen a Badger before in person. Dr. Woo was an old one, maybe 70-years-old. The toddler-pup's hazel eyes captured every detail, his ears recorded every sound. Something about this seemed wrong, even through his inexperienced eyes.

The two foxes got back to the car, this time, Mark had a frown on his face.

"What's wrong. Pup?" Percy asked while buckling up. He was feeling great. This year was over and this whole situation would be behind him as soon as he left the school parking lot.

"You cheated." Mark said it as a matter of fact. There was no arguing with it. Percival forced a laugh, his paws on the steering wheel. Mark looked up at him, not smiling.

"I . . . nobody cheated. What are you talking about?" The older fox was looking away, making sure no one was behind him as he backed out of his parking space and drove out onto the street, heading home.

"I saw it, everything. You cheated and it's not fair." Mark was ashamed for saying it; ashamed for pointing out his knowledge of such an adult situation, but he had to say it. "I heard you on the phone with that scary hyena, Benton. I saw you pay him for doing that paper. I saw you turn in that paper to Dr. Woo." He felt grownup as he said it. The young mentioned particular names which made Percy's heart skip a couple beats.

"You don't know what you're saying-"

"But I do!" Mark cut him short. "You always told me I had to tell a grownup whenever I saw someone doing something bad." Percy glanced down at him, his ears pressed to his head, hating himself for being taught a lesson in ethics from a four-year-old. "I'm going to tell everybody." Mark continued. Percival slammed on the breaks, making them both slide forward in their seats. He quickly pulled into the nearest parking lot, it was the Westland Mall. Percy unbuckled his seat-belt before he parked.

"Look, you're not going to tell anyone, okay? This is between me and you!"

"B-but, that would mean you get to get away with cheating and I get to feel bad for not telling a grownup." Mark said. For such a young pup, Percy couldn't argue with his unadulterated, innocent logic.

"How about I get you something?" Percy said gesturing his head towards the mall. "You can get anything you want if you be quiet. Anything!" The 18-year-old fox smiled at Marquis, hoping that he could make this all go away right here right now. He still had about $300 in the bank left, hoping that would be more than enough to buy any toy in the mall. But Marquis shook his head. His mother bought him any toy he wanted and he didn't have to keep secrets in return. "Well, what do you want, Mark. You can have anything, I promise!"

Mark's frown slowly dissolved and became a mischievous smile.

"I want . . ." He stalled.

"Yeah, come on." Percy was in a hurry to make this all go away.

"I want you to do ANYTHING I tell you to do for one whole day." The young fox smiled up at Percy. It was even better than he thought! A little playing, piggyback rides, what could a pup want to do? Percival smiled back at Mark and nodded.

"Deal. We'll start when we get home. But right now, I have to pick up a few things from the mall while we're here." And with that, Percy opened his door and walked towards the mall. Mark didn't budge. Instead he cleared his throat noticeably. Percy perked his ears and looked back, seeing the small cub was still in the car. "Come on!" He yelled. Mark only cleared his throat again, folded his arms, and looked away.

Percy didn't understand. He walked back to the car and opened the pup's door.

"It's about time!" Marquis shouted. He stepped out of the car and walked ahead of Percy into the mall.

"Oh, okay. I get it. You want to be 'big brother' for a day?" Mark nodded and smiled and grabbed Percy's much larger paw and guided him through the mall as though he were the grownup. They reached a busy section of the mall, lots of foot traffic.

"You gotta do anything I say, right?" Mark asked. Percy nodded and smiled, finding this situation to be rather cute. "Okay, I want you to go pee pee, right here, right now like a babypup!" Mark said with a grin, pointing up at the older fox accusingly. Percy's eyes went wide, his ears flat against his head, feeling himself blush all over.

"B-but, I can't do that! I'm potty trained!" Percival protested.

"Do it!" Mark was still pointing up at the taller fox. "Do it or I'll yell and scream and tell everybody what you did right now!" The young fox seemed different, his smile cunning, his voice commanding, his ears swiveled back and pointed like an aggressive feral German Shepherd's Dog. Percy hesitated for just a moment, which was immediately noticed by Mark. The small fox took a breath and yelled as loud as he could; "But I don't wanna go in your van, mister!".

Percy quickly grabbed the small fox's muzzle, holding it shut, apologizing to the furs walks around them. Mark fought a little but Percy decided to let him go in order to not draw any more attention.

"Okay, okay, I'll do it!" Mark smiled wide, showing his pearly white, sharp baby teeth. The young fox hugged his 'big brother' tight. When he let go, he let one paw rest on Percy's crotch, rubbing it a little. Percy tried to make him stop without causing a scene, but the persistent little fox wouldn't stop.

*(111) "Go now, Percy." Mark said quietly, his small paw resting square on his babysitter's sheath. Percival was in a bind. There were people everywhere! "Do it or I'll yell again!" Mark commanded. He had little choice but to comply. Blushing all over, Percy finally relaxed his bladder, pissing in his jeans. The flow was short at first, just a small dark spot in the front of his jeans, but the toddler-pup's warm paw coaxed more out of him until he was releasing a torrent of warm, yellow urine into his pants. The dark spot grew larger until the whole front of his jeans were wet and stained.

Satisfied, Marquis removed his paw, now moistened by the teen-fox's urine. He licked it clean, noticing that Percy's pee pee tasted a lot stronger than his own.

"Don't do that!" Percy said slapping his paw away. Mark looked up at him, almost menacingly. Percy quickly grabbed the fox's paw and hurried outside to the parking lot. He couldn't believe he just did that in front of everyone! He had never been more embarrassed in his entire life. Percival quickly fumbled with his keys and got into the car before anyone could see, or smell, the very visible mess he made, not waiting for Marquis. He started the car and Marquis knocked on the passenger-side window. Percy reluctantly unlocked the door and let him in. They drove off, Percy silent and the toddler-pup giggling, going directly home.

"That was fun!" Mark was smiling wide as he said that, truly happy that he made his 'big brother' wet himself in public.

"Not funny, Mark."

"Oh, but we've only just started. I got a LOT more stuff we could do later." The little fox was rubbing his paws together and smiling sinisterly. Percy sighed. It was going to be a long night.

* * *

Vivian was reading on the couch when the two boys came in through the front door.

"What's all that on your pants!"

"I-I spilled a Pepsi, mom." Percy said quickly.

"No he didn't! He wet himself at the mall like a babypup!" Mark shouted while giggling.

"Shut up!" The older fox grabbed Mark's muzzle and picked him up, carrying him upstairs to his bedroom. Vivian only shook her head and kept reading. Percival sat him down on the bed and shut the door. "What's wrong with you?!" Mark only giggled at how silly the older fox looked. Percy slid out of the wet jeans and immediately noticed his sheath was thickening. He took a deep breath before taking his pants completely off in front of the toddler-pup. He had to admit that he got a little 'excited' at that the idea of being caught wetting himself. Percy blushed all over again. His fur was soaked. "See what you made me do!" He yelled at the pup as he grabbed his towel, preparing to take a shower.

Mark spoke up. "I wanna come with you in the shower."

"No, you can't" Percy said firmly.

"Did you already forget?" Mark asked, tilting his head. It was a real question.

"I remember, Mark, but my mom would freak if she caught me taking a shower with you." The little fox grabbed a towel anyway and opened the bedroom door. He breathed in, filling his lungs with air before he yelled down the hallway;

"Maybe your mom would want to know-" Percy yanked the fox's collar hard, pulling him back inside before he could finish.

"Okay, okay. Come on." They both walked into the bathroom. Percy made sure to lock the door behind him. He turned on the shower, making sure the temperature was right. Marquis was getting undressed and stood behind the older fox once he was completely naked. Percival felt a little odd as he took off his shirt, now only wearing his wet boxer-briefs. Suddenly, the older fox felt two small paws pull down his waistband, leaving him naked and exposed in front of the four-year old boy-pup. Mark giggled and stepped back, allowing the big fox to step out of the wet undies and into the shower, blushing under his fur.

He quickly followed suit and got in the warm shower with his 'big brother'. Percy decided to just ignore the small pup, but he soon found that to be hard to do. Mark lathered up a sponge and had began to wash the older fox's lower half, starting with his crotch. It wasn't a bad feeling being cleaned by someone else, it was the fact that it was being done by a four-year-old. The young fox's small paws meticulously explored the older fox's testicles, fondling and weighing them with his small soapy paws and comparing them to his own. Marquis could only fit one of the large, egg-shaped orbs in his paw at a time. He playfully squeezed Percy's left testicle.

"Will I get as big as you, Percy?" He asked innocently. Percy nodded, spending his energy trying not to get aroused. But again, it was hard. Little Mark had transferred his attention to the older fox's thick sheath, about an inch of his red cock was poking through the tip.

"Q-quit that!" Percy's voice was wavering. He cleared his throat and turned away from the little fox, cleaning his privates by himself. But Mark was not satisfied with that. With both paws, the toddler grabbed Percy's sheath and moved it up and down like a piston, quickly exposing more of the thick, red, pulsing flesh. Mark could feel the OS bone as he stroke the warm sheath. Percival couldn't contain himself any longer. They were in a locked bathroom, who would find out?

Percy sighed in relief as he allowed the four-year-old to stroke him. Mark didn't look up as he pawed the red shaft in front of him. He studied every inch of it from base to tapered tip. His small fingers caressing the sensitive shaft. Percy had to bite his lip to keep from moaning. But the young fox stopped short. He let go of his 'big brothers' thick cock and smiled up at him. It was as big as the one he saw in the secret magazine that morning in the dresser drawer and was point right at his small muzzle. Out of instinct, Percy bucked his hips and immediately regretted it. His thick shaft poked the small cub's head hard. Mark quickly grabbed his shaft from the middle and held it tight with both of his small paws to keep him from bucking again.

"Does yours shoot white stuff?" Mark asked, squeezing the middle of the older fox's extremely sensitive shaft. Percy couldn't believe what the cub just asked, but he answered "Yes" anyway. "Can I see it?" was Mark's curious and innocent response.

Percival ran his paws through the small fox's wet headfur and thought for a moment. To Mark, this was all just a game that HE wanted to play. The older fox smiled mischievously and decided to oblige him.

"Yeah, but to make the white stuff come out, I need something really really tight around my . . ." He was unsure what to call his penis in front of the toddler. "My firehose." Mark tilted his head when he said that. He squeezed the older fox's shaft hard three times in a row.

"Is that tight enough?" He asked keeping the pressure constant, looking up at the fox. Percy penis was pulsing hard. It suddenly shot crystal-clear pre-cum like squirt gun but the small fox didn't notice because of the warm shower.

"Not . . . quite . . . pup." Percy was quivering all over, trying to contain himself. He pulled his cock away from the toddler and turned off the water. He stepped out of the shower and began to dry the pup first and then himself. "I can show you how I make the white stuff, but we have to do it in my room, okay?" Mark nodded in agreement, smiling wide as the warm white towel dried him off. He decided to return the favor. Percy stood still as the small cub dried off his aching balls and hard cock. It was then that Mark noticed the pre-cum. He got a hard squirt of it against his short-furred muzzle and whiskers as he was drying off. To Percy's surprise, the small fox licked it off, not caring.

"Your pee tastes different." He said licking his lips. "It's a little sweet." Percival couldn't believe his ears, the toddler was enjoying himself!

"Come on, Mark." He hurriedly opened the bathroom door and sprinted down the hall to his bedroom, Marquis close behind. Once inside, he closed the door, but there was no lock on the bedroom door. He picked up the four-year-old fox and sat him on the bed. Mark giggled and bounced up and down on the mattress, happy that his curiosity would soon be sated. Percy stood directly in front of the small fox cub, his 'fire hose' pointing right at his muzzle. The cub could feel the heat coming off of it. A steady dribble of clear pre-cum dripped from the tip and traveled down his pulsing red shaft to his creamy-white furred ball sac, making it wet again.

"I need something really, really tight around my fire hose to make the white stuff come out. Any idea where I could put it? We have to hurry though." Percy's voice was quiet, making sure no sound traveled through the walls to his mother's ears. Mark held out his small paws, palms up, smiling. Percy shook his head. "Nope, tighter." Marquis tilted his head to the side as he thought. Suddenly, he smiled, opened his muzzle wide, and said "Ahh". "Hmm, I think that would do for now."

Percy gripped the base of his 'fire hose' at the sheath and slowly guided the wet tip into his 'baby brothers' awaiting muzzle. Mark closed his mouth and suddenly the Percy's cock was enveloped in soft, warm, moist goodness. He pushed in more, an inch at time until he felt Mark whimper, starting to gag.

"That's it, Mark." The young fox kept his muzzle shut, his sharp teeth avoiding the sensitive flesh. Percy slowly began to muzzle-yiff the toddler, sliding only 3 or 4 inches of his slick shaft in and out of the warm, wet, tight muzzle. He closed his eyes and murred gently, one paw gripping his shaft, the other running through Marquis' headfur, reassuring him. Every time his 'fire hose' dripped pre-cum, the small fox cub would swallow, making the toddlers' muzzle grip his sensitive grownup maleness tightly.

Percy's legs were spread and he started to speed up once he allowed the cub to adjust, his back was to the door. He could tell the cub was getting restless, so he slid his shaft out of the warm and inviting space. Mark's saliva gave a very nice coating to his shaft, it was dripping with it. Mark looked up into Percival's eyes, a little worried that he did something wrong.

"We need something even tighter." Percy said, trailing off at the end, trying to compose himself a bit, and bring him away from the point of no return. Mark didn't know what to say.

"B-but, I don't know where else, big brodder." His voice was cute, and his worried gaze was priceless.

"I think I know where we could put it." Percy rubbed Mark's bare tummy before laying him down on his back on the bed. He looked up at the older fox, sill rather worried. Percy put a finger on the cubs muzzle to keep him quiet and he slowly pulled the finger down to the young fox's chin, then chest, then belly button, then sheath, then his warm tailhole. Mark yelped and tensed up as he felt the grownup's finger push inside his small anal ring. The pup couldn't help but whine and wiggle away.

"No! I dun wanna!" Mark proclaimed. He was very sure he didn't want to do this, and Percival didn't want to force him into anything, but he came too far to walk away now. He had to convince this very intelligent toddler that anal yiff was good. He quickly got an idea.

"How about I let you put your 'fire hose' inside me first?" It was ingenious! Percy was pretty sure the fox cub would be curious enough to try it. The smaller fox smiled. It was his chance to be 'big brother' again. Marquis stood up on the bed, waggling is tail. Percival rubbed the toddler's white-furred tummy and made his way down to his small sheath. He was at full staff in only a few strokes, 3-inches of blushing, pink, puppy meat. Percy licked his lips and bent down to lick the cute shaft, making it nice and wet. Mark's murring grew louder, running his paws though his babysitters headfur.

Once he was satisfied with how moist the puppycock was, Percy turned around and lifted his tail, presenting himself to the 4-year-old. Mark wasted no time and mimicked what Percy had done to him a moment ago and pushed in one of his small digits into the awaiting tailhole. It slid in easily and Percy moaned sensually, which made Mark giggle childishly.

"Mmm, just push in a bit more, Mark, okay?" Percy said, encouraging the pup.

Marquis slid in another finger, then another, and another until his whole small paw was inside. Percy's anal ring gripped the small fox's wrist. It all felt so weird to the toddler-pup. The inside of his 'big brothers' tailhole was wet with something. He curiously moved his fingers around inside the older fox's anal cavity, making Percy murr and moan lewdly. He had never been fisted before and the sensation of five small, wiggling fingers inside him was indescribably pleasurable. It was then that Percival remembered he still had Eddy's thick Doberman semen inside him from earlier. He blushed at the thought.

Mark was curious as to what the sticky stuff inside the older fox was. His tailhole seemed to be full of it. Marquis petted the inside of Percy's anal walls, beginning to enjoy the odd warmth and pressure. Without warning, the toddler-pup quickly pulled his paw out of Percy's tailhole, making the 18-year-old fox yelp with pleasure. When Mark's paw slid out, it was followed by a river of creamy white stuff, like in the secret magazine. Percy couldn't see him, but Mark was smiling wide as he watched the thick, white, creamy stuff ooze out and dribble down his babysitter's ball sack and legs. He licked a little of the warm semen from his paw, it tasted leaps and bounds better than the pee; it was sweet and salty and had the consistency of runny oatmeal, so there was much more of it to taste.

This new kind of yiff was overwhelmingly arousing to Percy. His tail wagged as if he were a puppy. Mark giggled at this and sniffed his cum-coated paw. It looked gross to him at first, but the scent was a million times better than his urine. It was a musky smell that made his young 'wee wee' ache and pulse. With his wet paw, Mark rubbed some of the white stuff onto his small red shaft, making him murr.

"Just a little while longer, Mark. Just slide it inside me like a big boy." Percy said while stroking his member, still bent over to give the small fox better access. Marquis aligned his crotch to Percy's lightly-stretched tailhole and plunged his 3-inches of puppycock into him. Compared to the puppy's paw, his penis was nothing to worry about, but there was something so unbelievably yiffy about being mounted by someone as young, cute and small as Marquis. To give the pup a better experience, Percy flexed his tailhole to grip the small penis inside him. Mark moaned and grabbed a hold onto Percy's waist, his small hips bucking out of instinct.

The fox's warm, tightening, cum-filled tailhole was better than Mark's inexperienced paws. The toddler-pups hips bucked wildly, sliding his 3-inches of shaft completely in and out of Percy's tailhole. They both moaned and murred together in response to this new experience. It didn't take long before little Marquis was seeing swirls of warm, vivid colors and panting hard as if he were running. His climax hit him hard, he couldn't help but howl out loud as his puppycock flexed inside of Percy's tailhole, dry-cumming.

Percy had lost all sense of shame and was fully enjoying himself. For a toddlerpup, his rough bucking was actually getting the job done, penetrating his anal ring with each thrust and rubbing against his well-lubed insides. When he felt Mark push in one last time and howl, he knew it was all worth it. But he had to quiet the fox or else his mother would hear downstairs. Percy quickly turned around and sat the 4-year-old pup down on the bed on his back. Percival was panting lewdly, stroking his hard shaft an inch from his 'baby brothers' muzzle. Seeing the blissful look on his muzzle sent the older fox over the edge.

"Ugh! Here come the white stuff!" He yelled. Mark suddenly paid attention, shaking off the afterglow of yiff to see the white stuff shoot out for the first time. Percy's grownup shaft erupted over the small fox's face, coating him in ribbons of greyish-white vulpine seed. It wasn't nearly as much as the Doberman's sperm that coated his insides, but still a great deal to the pup. Mark seemed mesmerized, intoxicated by seeing the white stuff spray out of the tip of his babysitters 'fire hose' like the picture in the 'secret magazine'. He opened his muzzle and Percy quickly slid the tip inside him, shooting the last stream directly into the young fox.

Percy was spent. He rubbed the tip of his tapered vulpine cock against Mark's warm muzzle, rubbing the fresh seed into his tawny fur. Mark reached up and gripped the middle of the thick shaft in front of him, squeezing it to get the last drops out. Percy panted and pulled away from the toddler-pup and laid down next to him, catching his breath and wiping the sweat from his brow. The entire situation was a lot more erotic than he thought it would be.

"Did you like that?" Percy asked. Mark suddenly sprung up and pounced the older fox, pinning him to the bed with his small paws, still sticky with Doberman sperm. Percival was too weak to protest, so he just played along.

"Pinned you!" Mark said giggling and waggling his tail. He leaned down and rubbed his face all over the older fox's warm chestfur, wiping off some of the very potent grownup seed. Percy giggled and pulled the cub into a warm, sticky hug.

There was a knock at the door.

"Percy? Mark? You two okay in there?" It was Vivian, Percival's mother.

Percy's ears perked and quickly threw a blanket over the two of them. The door creaked open.

"I'm going out for the night with some friends of mine. I left some money on the kitchen table so you two can order out tonight okay?" Percy pretended to yawn and stretch as he nodded up and down. Vivian eyed the two boys suspiciously. "You two okay? Its only like three in the afternoon."

"Had a long day, mom. And Mark wanted to take a nap, so I just thought I would join him." Percy said sleepily.

"Well, alright. But make sure he goes to bed tonight a the regular time. I don't want that pup up all night." Vivian said as she left, closing the door behind her. Percy sighed in relief but did not dare to move until he heard his mother's car leave the driveway. He pulled the covers away and little Mark bounced up and out of the bed.

"Does that mean we're home alone?" Mark asked, smiling up at Percy with a mischievous grin. Percy stood up and stretched and nodded to the pup. "That means you still have to do everything I say!" Mark added. The older fox smirked as he watched the little cub swish his tail. He suddenly pointed to the dresser. "And what's in that box in your dresser drawer?" Percy perspired.

* * *

A week later the grades were posted. Percival Osgood had a perfect 4.0 grade point average, as he always did. Mark's mother was back from her business trip. She paid Percival the $200 she promised, plus another hundred. The little fox never told a soul about what happened.

~And everyone lived happily ever after~

End?