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Samuel stood in front of his overstuffed locker, cramming books into an indigo backpack. The young arctic fox pinned his ears back in frustration. So much homework. If his bag got any heavier, he was going to have to start dragging it before it made him a hunchback. A backpack filled with text books probably didn't seem so heavy to his classmates. Then again, half of them could probably wear a fox his size like a backpack anyway.

That mental image made Sam giggle to himself. He pushed his black, wireframe glasses up his thin, white furred muzzle. Maybe he could get his best friend Amanda to carry him around that way. That sounded fun. At least for him. Probably not for Amanda. She wouldn't appreciate him running up and jumping on her back, anyway. He hefted his backpack off the floor, grunting. Felt like he was trying to hoist Thor's hammer off the ground. He grinned to himself, wagging his bushy, silvery-white tail. Nerd reference for the win.

Shouldering his hefty pack, Samuel glanced through his locker. The door was covered with pictures he'd printed off of various gaming and geek-culture websites. The top shelf was stacked with papers, work books and dog-eared paperback fantasy novels. Atop them sat two grooming brushes and a little bottle of fur cologne he'd never really used. The rest of the locker was loaded up with spare clothes, unopened snacks, soda bottles, an extra pair of glasses, and an assortment of random folders that Sam couldn't even remember the contents of.

After securing his locker, Samuel made his way through the school at a leisurely pace. He was walking home today and did what he could to avoid the rush of people scrambling for the buses. All the voices echoing through the halls blended together into a chaotic din. The sound made the fox's white furred ears swivel constantly as though trying to locate the very noise they sought to avoid. Samuel moved to avoid anyone who wasn't paying attention. Wouldn't be the first time someone accidentally knocked the nerdy little fox to the floor. Or the first time someone intentionally bowled him over.

Samuel didn't like to think of himself as a pushover despite the fact almost anyone could literally push him over. Still, the last time some bully decided to pick on him and shove him to the floor, he'd jumped back up and swung his pack straight for the bigger wolf's head. Then when the wolf stumbled up against a wall, Samuel bravely ran away. He wasn't a coward, but he wasn't an idiot, either. Franklin, the wolf, would have taken him apart. So as soon as Samuel made his 'I'm-not-your-victim' point, he fled and lost himself in the sea of people.

So far Fanklin hadn't tried to mess with Sam again. He half expected the bully to track him down and take a swing at him. If he did, Samuel was ready to strike. And by strike, he meant he was going to duck the punch, kick the wolf in the groin, and run away. Aw, who was he kidding. He couldn't kick the wolf in the groin.

He was too short, he'd have to punch.

Samuel let himself enjoy that mental image, giggling as he slipped down the hall.

"What are you giggling at?"

Samuel glanced into the nearby locker bay when the voice of his friend Adam drew his attention. Adam was a slender red fox, with rusty, red-orange fur over much of his body, cream along his throat and down over his chest and belly. Black fur tipped his ears and bushy tail, as well as his fingers and toes. Glasses not unlike Sam's perched on the taller fox's muzzle in front of dark golden eyes.

Adam stood alongside another of Samuel's friends, a husky named James. James was a little taller and more noticeably fit than the two foxes. His own fur was a typical striking mix of black, gray and silvery white, with a dark fur "hood" over his head and ears, and bright blue eyes. James was perhaps the only member of their group who wasn't frequently proclaimed a "nerd" by everyone else they knew. Including each other.

"Oh, hey guys." Samuel walked over to join them at James' locker. "I was just laughing about that bully."

"Why are you laughing about a bully?" James's voice was a little muffed as he dug around in his locker, his head half shoved inside.

"Cause I was thinking about punching him in the nards," Sam replied, laughing again.

Adam and James both shared his laughter. James pulled his head back a moment, grinning at the smaller fox. "That sounds like a surefire way to get stuffed in your locker."

Adam grinned at the husky, swishing his bushy red tail. The fox wore a blue shirt with a cartoon dragon on it, locked in a cage. "Yeah, his locker if he's lucky. More like upside down in a trashcan." His grin widened, and he glanced over at James, smirking. "Without his pants."

Samuel cringed at that idea, pinning his ears. "No thanks!"

"Very funny," James said, muttering to himself inside his locker. He bent forward to retrieve a book stuck at the bottom.

"Speaking of getting hit in the nards..." Both foxes eyes flicked to the husky's poofy, arched tail swaying over his rump while he bent forward.

"Don't even think about it, Adam!" James cupped himself protectively with a white furred hand till he got his book free, and straightened up.

"I wasn't gonna bag-tag ya." Adam laughed, perking his black furred ears. He smirked at Samuel. "I was gonna say, you shoulda seen James in dodge ball today. He got nailed so bad right in the husky-balls."

"Shut up, Adam." James glared at his friend, folding his arms over his black Tshirt. White letters said Generic Witty Slogan. He smirked, tapping his fingers against his book.

"Oh come on, it was funny!" Adam laughed, stepping away from James before the husky tried to smack him with the book. "It was like a total bullseye. Got 'em both, right James?"

James growled, and playfully swung his book towards the geeky fox's crotch. "We'll see how funny it is when I get both of yours!"

Adam danced out of reach, laughing. "He was just rolling on the floor. His team had to drag him out of everyone's way cause he was tripping people."

Samuel laughed, shifting his heavy pack. It was going to be a wonder if either of those two ever had puppies. Sure was funny to watch, though. "That's awesome! Well, not for James."

"You wouldn't laugh if it was you," James said, though he was soon laughing himself.

"No, but you'd laugh if it was me," Samuel said, perking his ears. "Or Adam!"

"Yeah, cause that would be funny." James smirked. Then blinked, peering down at his friend, a hint of concern ruffling his furred features. "Don't you ride the bus? They're about to leave."

"Nah, I'm walking home today." Samuel hooked his thumbs under his pack straps. "What about you?"

"We're gonna get a ride later." Adam scrunched his muzzle, grumbling. "We gotta start this dumb project first."

"Oh." Sam grinned at them. "Well, have fun with all that. See ya!"

"Later runt," Adam said, then slipped in close to ruffle up the smaller fox's fur between his ears.

"Cut it out!" Sam flailed about until Adam backed away, laughing.

James and Adam walked off down the hall, and Samuel spent a few minutes smoothing down his fur. He splayed his ears out, grumpy for a moment. Sometimes he hated being smaller than his friends. Samuel was a slender little thing. Not so abnormally scrawny that his ribs stuck out but then again, if it weren't for all that bushy white fur things might be different. Though it was only the middle of autumn, Samuel had all his white fur in for the winter. Then again, even in the heat of summer Samuel never really had much more than a heavy peppering of browns and blue-grays laid into his otherwise white fur.

Once his fur was mostly in order, Samuel fidgeted with his shirt where the straps of his backpack had wrinkled it up. It was a sky blue color, paler than the dark blue of his eyes. The shirt bore a full body silhouette of a black gryphon. Under it black lettering posed the question, "Who is The Black Bird?" On the back of the shirt was a black gryphon's head with a smug expression though it was obscured by his pack at the moment. Much like Adam's shirt, the design came from one of his favorite series of online novels. Hardly anyone in school knew the origin, and that was fine with him.

In addition to his shirt, Samuel wore a simple pair of jeans and some Converse sneakers. At least he didn't have to shop in the kids department anymore. For a while the only affordable clothing stores anywhere near his house didn't have much that would fit him. Thankfully, he'd grown enough that the smaller sizes of adult canine clothing usually fit him. Mostly. His jeans still ended pretty baggy, but that was alright.

Samuel moved on, heading to meet his friend Amanda at her locker. Amanda always walked home and today Samuel was joining her. Amanda's last class of the day was gym, so she often took her time getting showered, dried, and dressed. Sam grinned to himself, wondering if Amanda ever snuck peeks at the other girls in the locker room. The thought made his sheath tingle. She probably didn't, but he could dream, right? After all, Samuel wasn't above sneaking a peek at the other males now and then. Even if his small stature made him feel as though he'd brought a couple of grapes to a walnut party.

"Shut up, ya ugly jerk!"

Once again, a familiar voice caught his attention. This time it was Amanda. She sounded mad, and it sounded like someone was picking on her. A flare of bright, protective anger flared up inside Sam, and he hurried down the hall and around the corner to see what was going on.

Sam found Amanda backed up against her locker, with her backpack on the ground and her hands balled up at her sides. Amanda was a coyote, and like almost everyone she was a good deal taller than him. According to her it was rare for a coyote to get to feel tall, but next to Sam she must have felt like a giant. Not that Sam minded, he was glad to make her happy. She was sweet and funny and cute and and...well, Sam knew he had a crush on Amanda lately but he'd never tell her.

Amanda called herself chubby, but Sam didn't see why that should be a bad thing. Sure, she was a little rounder, curvier, and plumper than all the skinny girls that populated the school, but what did that matter? She took some flack for it now and then, but no more than Sam took for being scrawny. She also took a bit of flack for the fact she never really blended in with any easily classified clique. She was too nerdy to be one of the popular girls, too cheerful and often too colorfully dressed to fit in with the goths. Even if she did wear also wear a lot of black and red some days.

Today Amanda wore a loose-fitting layered black skirt with a red ruffle around the hem. Her sky blue sneakers peeked out from beneath the red ruffle. The shoes didn't match her skirt at all, but they did match the cheerful, sky blue t-shirt she wore. Like her skirt, the shirt was large enough to hang a bit loose around her. Not that slightly loose clothes ever stopped Sam from noticing the curves of her breasts, hips and her butt. A pink, cartoony kitty with devil horns and a smirk adorned the front of her shirt, along with a blurb that read, 'I ate the one with the halo.'

There was a little crowd around Amanda, and at the front of that crowd stood Franklin. The same fatass of a bullying wolf who pushed Sam down now and then just for laughs. Sam was thankful there weren't many serious bullies in their school, but Franklin definitely had a way with pissing people off. He was tall, even for a wolf, and built pretty well though Samuel had a sneaking suspicion the baggy hoodies and jeans he usually wore hid as much softness as they did muscle. Wouldn't that figure if the wolf was just as chubby as the girl who picked on.

Franklin jabbed a black-furred finger into Amanda's belly. "Yeah, you chubby nerd, your shirt's right! Who else ya been eating lately?"

Amanda swatted his hand away. She pinned her tan furred ears back. She snarled, baring fangs inside her gray muzzle. "Cut it out! Leave me alone and get lost before you really make me mad!"

"Oooh, I wouldn't want that." The wolf took a step back, feigning fear. Then he laughed, tongue protruding through his teeth a moment. "You might sit on me till my ribs broke under your fat ass!"

Sam growled, anger rising in a hot wave flowing from his chest. The geeky little fox had always been protective of his friends, especially Amanda. Amanda wasn't the sort of person to really let bullying bring her down, or to let that sort of pain linger, but that didn't make it any easier for him to see it happen. She deserved better.

"Hey!" Sam snarled as he marched up behind the wolf. "You leave her the hell alone, Franklin."

Franklin slowly wheeled around to face Samuel. A smirk crept across the wolf's black-furred muzzle, his ears perked in a smug sort of interest. "Well, if it isn't the little runt who thinks he can get away with taking a cheap shot at me with a bag full of books!"

"You had it coming!" Samuel snapped at the wolf, his heart racing. "You pushed me down. Now just...leave my friend alone and...no one gets hurt!"

Franklin stared down at the fox in surprise. Confusion twisted his face for a moment before he laughed. Samuel gulped. This wasn't a smart idea. Franklin towered over him. Samuel knew he was going to get the crap knocked out of him this time. Hopefully all the blood he was about to lose wouldn't stain his white fur for too long. Not that he was going to back down. He'd defend his best friend even if it meant spending the weekend in bed with an ice pack on...well, probably everywhere.

Samuel pinned his ears back as the wolf advanced on him. The fox's belly twisted, his fingers went cold and numb as he struggled to take off his heavy backpack. Maybe he could use it as a weapon again. If nothing else, he'd be a lot more mobile without all that weight bearing down against him. He panted a little bit, stomach in his throat. Oh God. He was so dead. The little fox just hoped Amanda would grab her own pack and vanish into the crowd while Franklin was busy pounding on Samuel.

"Just...just leave her alone," Samuel said, voice wavering. His fingers shook too much for him to get a grip on his straps.

Samuel caught a blur of motion behind Franklin. There was a loud THWACK when out of nowhere Amanda's sky blue sneaker shot up from behind and buried itself between the wolf's legs. To his embarrassment, the sight her foot jammed in such a place sent a delightful tingle through the fox's sheath. Then again, what didn't these days?

"AWWWWWWHHHH!" Franklin cried out, his dark eyes bulging like some macabre fish. He doubled over, grabbing at his crotch as Amanda pulled her foot back. The wolf's muzzle hung wide open, his tongue lolling out. For a moment, he stood hunched over before the dropped to his knees, eyes rolling and ears twisting back. "Oooooooooohhhhh....."

Franklin sat on his knees for a moment. Sam stared at him in shock, then burst out laughing as the big wolf pitched muzzle-first onto the floor. Oooh, he knew how that felt. Sure was satisfying to see someone so deserving get it, though. Behind Franklin, Amanda stood triumphant, a big grin plastered on her gray furred snout. A little stripe of tan ran down the top of her muzzle, fading between her ears. She thrust her hands into the air in victory, beaming at her smaller friend.

"I got him right in the nards!"

Soon, there was a rolling wave of laughter. A small crowd had gathered to witness what once seemed like an impending fight. Instead they saw a bullying wolf get kicked in the nuts by his victim. It wasn't long before everyone there was laughing at Franklin. The wolf lay on the floor with his muzzle against the tile, and his rump hoisted into the air. His bushy black tail hung limp over his butt, both hands clutching his fiercely aching balls.

"Yeah, I noticed that," Sam said, giggling. He grinned at Amanda. "I guess you didn't need my help, after all."

Amanda picked up her pack, and nudged Franklin with her boot. "Sure I did! Just cause kicking a guy in the nards is like an instant win doesn't mean I coulda done it till you showed up to save me!" She giggled at the wolf's groan, still smiling at her friend. Amanda swished her tail as she shouldered her backpack. "You're so brave, Sam, he was gonna pound you! I just got a lucky shot at his puppy makers, but you're the one who risked your life to protect me!"

Sam grinned at the praise. Self-conscious embarrassment flooded the young fox, turning the inside of his ears beet red. "Gosh, well..." He kneaded his blue shirt in his hands a moment, licking his nose. "I didn't want to let him pick on you, but...I mean, risking my life might be a little extreme."

Amanda walked over and wrapped her arms around her little fox friend. She squeezed him, hugging him so tightly that she hoisted him right off his feet in the process. He squealed, arms pinned at his sides. "Shut up, already! I'm trying to act like you're my hero, can't you just go along with it?"

Being pressed against Amanda's warm, soft body certainly didn't help the tingling in his sheath any. Sam could feel his tapered tip peeking out inside his boxers. He squeaked again, splayed his ears, and then nodded. "Yeah, okay, fine. I'm a hero!"

"You sure are!" Amanda released him and patted his head. "That really was awfully brave of you." Smiling, she took Sam's hand and squeezed it. The warmth against his black pads was nearly overwhelming. "Now, let's get the hell out of here before he gets up!"

Amanda walked away from the still crumpled wolf, tugging Sam along by his hand whether he liked it or not. A few of Franklin's friends stood in the way, and Amanda paused to lift her foot and waggle her sneaker towards a tall lion's crotch. "Unless you wanna get your kitty nards kicked into next week, move!"

The lion gulped, and quickly moved out of her way. Amanda then barreled her way through the rest of the crowd before anyone could stop her, practically dragging Sam along. Not that he minded. He'd rather escape with Amanda then be left behind until Franklin got back up. Hopefully that would teach him not to pick on girls. And the brisk pace of their escape helped to keep his mind off the lovely tingles brought about by seeing her kick the wolf, and finding himself pressed against her. The last thing he needed now was an embarrassing boner.

At a breathless pace, the two friends jogged through the hallways. Well, it was jogging for Sam, walking for Amanda. She never let go of his hand till they neared the entryway, and Sam wouldn't have wanted it any other way. Even when they reached the row of glass doors that led outside, Samuel's heart was still pounding in happy exhilaration.

Apparently, so was Amanda's. She let go of his hand, turning to grin at him, breathing a little harder. Gleeful excitement danced in her green eyes. "I nailed him, didn't I!"

"Yeah!" Sam giggled to himself, sharing her exuberance.

"Right where it hurts!"

"Yup!" Sam thrust a fist into the air as if celebrating their victory. "Right in the wolf nards!"

Amanda giggled and cupped her muzzle in her paws as if embarrassed to think about it. Sam knew her well enough to know she wasn't that easily embarrassed. "That felt pretty good, actually. It was fun!"

"He had it coming, anyway." A smirk tugged at his muzzle. He twisted an ear back. "Actually if I really had to fight him that's what I was gonna do too!"

"Really?" Amanda bounced on her toes.

"Yup!" Sam glanced down at his feet. "Well, not exactly. I'm too short to kick him so...I was gonna punch 'em. Or just...upper cut!"

That only made Amanda laugh harder. "That woulda been so funny!" Then her face twisted into a scowl, and she pinned her tan furred ears back. "He's a real jerk. He should learn not to pick on people."

"I think he just did," Sam said, though he wasn't so sure. He turned away to peer through the front doors. Dark clouds boiled in the sky, and a few rain drops were already splattering the windows. "Um, Amanda?"

Amanda glanced outside, huffing. "Oh, damn. Come on, we better hurry or we're gonna get soaked."

Amanda latched onto Sam's hand again, and once more began to lead him whether or not he liked it. Thankfully, he liked it. A lot. She pushed the doors open with her free hand, and they headed outside. The impending storm had already chilled the springtime air, and the wind that whipped around beneath the rolling clouds only made it feel colder. A rain drop splattered Sam's nose, then another splashed against the left side of his glasses.

"Ack!" He yelped, trying to wipe his glasses even as he was jogging behind the taller coyote girl. "It's blinding me!"

"Run faster!" Amanda said, giggling.

Sam did his best. As the coyote picked up speed while cluching his hand, he had to run just to keep up with her jogging. His backpack bounced against his back, straps tugging at his shoulders. Her grip on his hand kept him up against her own backpack. As they picked up speed, Amanda's tail began to swipe and brush back and forth against Sam's crotch.

The little fox shivered at the feeling of her tail tip against his jeans. Now and then it tickled at his sheath, coaxing more than just a hint of his maleness to start peeking out again. When Amanda suddenly came to a stop to turn a sharp corner, Sam bumped up against her backpack. Her tail ended up between his legs. He murmured an apology, she giggled, and turned the corner. As soon as she moved forward again her tail slipped back out from between his legs, trailing against the fox's balls through his jeans.

Sam shivered as he started running again. He really didn't want to pop a little fox chubby right now, because he was afraid he wouldn't be able to hide it. Not that Amanda would be horrified or anything. Things happened with males. But he didn't want to embarrass either of them. He doubted she even knew she was doing it. Yet he couldn't exactly ask her to stop, either.

Hey, Amanda? Your tail is giving me a boner. Get that thing under control, will ya?

No. Definitely couldn't ask her that.

It wasn't helping that he kept replaying that kick in his mind. Boy, she sure looked cute celebrating her victory over that big jerk. He could practically see her breasts bouncing behind her shirt when she jumped up and down in a circle all around the fallen wolf. Wait, that wasn't how it happened, and he was pretty sure her breasts hadn't been bouncing anywhere. After all, she did have a bra on. Didn't she? Gods, his imagination was getting the best of him. He'd better stop before...

...And, too late. He glanced down at himself. Lift off was definitely achieved. The fox-rocket was in the upright and firing position. Gods, he'd never live it down if she caught him getting a chubby off of her tail. A tail that continued to brush his crotch now and then. He just hoped she couldn't actually feel it. Surely if she could feel what it was touching, she'd have stopped already. Unless...

Before the fox could think too hard about it, the skies opened up. In a matter of breaths, the rain went from a few random droplets to a fur-flattening deluge. Amanda shrieked and ran harder. Sam yelped as well, though as soon as he realized they were both going to end up soaked he started laughing. His laughter proved infectious and soon Amanda was laughing with him, the rain flattening down all the fur against her face.

"We should have taken the bus!" Amanda giggled.

"This was your idea!" Samuel replied, still laughing. "I told you like, ten times, we should just take the bus! But nooo, you didn't wanna listen to the forecast!"

Amanda giggled, snapping her jaws at the rain. "Watch it, Sam, or your little fox nards are gonna be my shoe's next victim!"

For some reason, that made Sam tingle too. Thankfully, the rain was helping. Though he hardly appreciated being soaked in cold rain, at least it was convincing his vulpine missile to return to stand-by mode. God, he was a nerd. Soon, his clothes were thoroughly soaked and flattened out against his body. His fur in turn was plastered against his skin. Amanda was no better, her body now outlined against her sky blue shirt. Now Sam could tell for sure that yes, she wore a bra.

Though it was not a long trip from the school to their neighborhood, rain was already gushing down the gutters by the time they neared Amanda's house. Puddles inundated the pavement of the sidewalk, and every driveway had a little stream rushing down it. The boughs of the old oak trees lining the street and the willow in Amanda's front yard were weighed down with all the water. The wind picked up, whipping the leaves around and spraying rain against the two of them. Sam was nearly blinded by all the spray against his glasses. A sudden burst of searing white light arced through the sky, followed by a crack of thunder loud enough to make them both jump.

"You better come to my house!" Amanda called out, her voice half lost among the wind and waves of rain.

Sam's house was only another couple blocks down the street, but he wasn't going to say no to a chance to get out of the storm. He'd been planning to come back and hang out with Amanda that evening anyway. He didn't resist as Amanda turned the corner onto her sidewalk, and sprinted up to the front door.

They lived in an old neighboorhood, and Sam liked to think every house must have quite a story to tell about all the families that had passed through them over the years. Amanda's house itself was a modest two story with plenty of character. At least that was what Sam's mother called things that needed repair. It had pale gray-blue walls and gray brickwork, with a lightly sloped black-singled roof the two of them had climbed out onto more than once. The front door was once painted a nice forest green color, but much of the pain had chipped off. Amanda fished out her keys, and unlocked the door to let herself and the soaked fox inside.

Even before Amanda closed the door, water was pooling on the tiled floor of the entryway. It ran from their clothes and dripped from their backpacks and sodden tails. Puddles and splash marks soon marred the beige tiles along with a few muddy footprints that were already there when they went inside. Amanda took her pack off and set it down on the tile, then pulled her shoes off as well. Sam followed suit, setting his pack down on the tile and putting his shoes near Amanda's. At least on the tile the water would be easy to dry.

Sam saw that Amanda wore pale blue socks that matched her shoes. Cute. As she peeled them off, he glanced at the muddy prints on the floor. "Who's footprints are these?" He grinned at Amanda, wondering if she'd get the reference.

"Probably my brothers," she muttered. "He better clean them up before mom gets home. I don't wanna get the blame again."

"I can clean them up if, you want." Sam smiled at her, awkwardly hopping on one foot as he tugged off one of his own socks. Water sprayed from his tail.

"Nah, you didn't leave them." Amanda took a deep breath and called out. "Alex! Alex! Get your furry butt in here!"

It took only a moment for Amanda's younger brother Alex to pad into the entryway. He was only a year or so younger than Amanda but already getting taller than Sam. He probably hadn't gotten home much before the other two. His fur looked damp beneath the set of dry pajamas he'd put on. He folded his arms, pinned his tan furred ears back and giggled to himself.

"Hah hah, you guys got soaked!"

"Did you leave these muddy footprints?" Amanda pointed to the shoe prints that looked suspiciously the same size as Alex's feet.

"Ummmm...No." Alex grinned, then stuck his tongue out at his sister.

"Alex!" Amanda stomped a bare, wet foot against the floor.

"Okay, so I left 'em, who cares. I'm watchin' tv." He turned, his tail waving as he walked off. "You clean it up!"

"Alex!" Amanda snarled. "Get a paper towel, and clean up _your_muddy footprints!"

"Or what?" Alex glanced back at her over his shoulder.

"Or I'll kick you in the jelly beans so hard you'll be using the girls locker room for the rest of your life." She waggled her tan furred foot at him, growling. "I already flattened one bully today, don't make me add a brat to the list."

Alex gulped. "Fine, fine." He grumbled and went to the kitchen to fetch some paper towels. He soon returned and cleaned up the footprints. Took him a total of about fifteen seconds. "Happy?"

Amanda smiled at him, then patted his head. "Yes, I am. Thank you. Did you have a good day?"

Alex shrugged. "It was alright. Did you really get bullied?"

"By Franklin."

Alex snorted, walking off again. "I hate that guy!"

Amanda grinned at Sam who'd been watching the siblings with a grin. "Now that that's taken care of, time to get all warm and dry I think. We've got two showers and plenty of hot water, so you can jump in one and I'll jump in the other. Plenty of towels, too."

Sam grinned, glancing down at himself. "A lot of good that's gonna do me with soaked clothes."

"Oh..." Amanda licked her nose, swiveling her ears in thought. "Good point. I'll find you some of Alex's pajamas. They should fit you, right?"

Samuel pinned his ears back. Much to his embarrassment, he knew they would. "Yeah, that's fine."

Amanda soon fetched the young fox a gray pajama shirt and matching bottoms. Then she buried him in towels and led him upstairs. The bathroom she took him too was just a little ways down the hall from her bedroom. She let him in, flicked on the light and the fan, and then grabbed his soggy tail, laughing.

"I think you got even more soaked than I did!"

Sam laughed, dropping the towels and clothes on the bathroom counter. "I think you're right!" He tugged his tail from her grasp, and then turned on the hot water in the shower. Then he pulled his soggy shirt off, holding it out to her. "Here ya go."

Amanda grinned at him, perking one ear and flattening the other one back. "What do you expect me to do with that?"

"Well, I thought...you'd do something with all our wet clothes..."

"Oh?" Amanda took the shirt from him, and then made a show of looking him over. With all his bushy white fur plastered to his body he looked even skinner than usual. "So you're just gonna strip naked while I'm watching?"

"Wh...what?!" Sam stammered, and Amanda burst out laughing. He soon flashed her a sheepish grin. "Oh, right. I hadn't thought about that."

Still laughing, Amanda walked out of the bathroom. Before she closed the door, she said, "Just hand your stuff out the door when you're ready."

Sam grinned to himself when he was alone in the bathroom. The heat rising in his face reddened the inside of his ears. He unbuttoned his jeans and peeled them off. Then he pulled down his gray plaid boxers, stepping out of the soggy underwear. He used the dry pajamas to wipe off his glasses, then peered at himself in the mirror. Sam's white-furred vulpine balls clung to him, desperate for any hint of warmth. A bit of red peeked from his short canine sheath.

Sam wrapped himself in a green towel and opened the door. He passed his clothes through to Amanda. She took them, then pretended to peek through the door crack. Sam opened it up a little bit to show her he had a towel around himself, anyway.

"Aww, that's no fun." Amanda giggled.

Sam giggled too, gulping. The red tint inside his white ears was nearly purple now. "What, you wanted me to flash you or something?"

Amanda shrugged as innocently as she could. She flicked her eyes down to the towel, pinning her tan-furred ears back. "Umm....maybe?"

"What...seriously?" Sam's eyes widened behind his glasses. "I mean...have you ever...seen...?"

Sam didn't have to finish his statement. A hint of shyness temporarily overcame Amanda's usually outgoing nature when she shook her head. She fidgeted with his wet clothes, nervous. But she didn't look away or walk off, either.

"Do you...you know..." Sam's gulp was louder than the shower running in the background. "I mean...if you want me too..."

"Okay." A shy smile spread over Amanda's muzzle as she gazed at Sam's towel. "Flash me. Just really quick though."

Uh oh. She called his bluff. Sam's heart lodged in his throat and his stomach dropped to his feet. Amanda really wanted to see his...stuff? He babbled. "Okay, you can see but it was really cold in the rain and I'm still cold and when we get wet and cold out our sheath gets snug and our nards get tight and..."

Amanda blinked. She tilted her head, lifting an ear. "Huh?"

"Okayhereyougo!" Sam blurted out, opening up his towel.

Amanda looked down, and caught a quick but clear look at the young fox's vulpine privates. There was a white furred tube slung between his legs, and sitting snug beneath it were two oval-shaped bulges in a white furred pouch. Her breath caught. Her eyes went wide, and she clapped her free hand over her muzzle. Amanda stared for as long as Sam let her. Which was only about two seconds.

"Oh wow," Amanda murmured as Sam quickly covered back up, embarrassed beyond belief and yet already starting to slide from his sheath. "That was cool!"

"...Really?" Sam wasn't sure he believed her.

"Yeah!" Her shyness fading already, Amanda bounced on her toes a few times. "I saw your nards and stuff! Thanks for showing me."

"You're welcome," Sam said, his voice cracking. "Umm...I'm gonna...shower..."

"Yeah, you do that," Amanda said, giggling. "We can watch a movie in my room once you're dressed." She stuck her tongue out at him, giggling. She shook her head. "Can't believe you did that."

"Me either," Sam admitted, tightening his towel around himself.

Amanda laughed, draped his wet clothes over her arm, and waggled her fingers at him. "See ya soon, buddy."

When the door was closed, Sam took a deep breath. His thoughts were racing. Holy crap. He just. Flashed. Amanda. And she asked him too! HolycrapAmandajustaskedhimtoflashherandshelookedathisprivates! His heart still pounding, he dropped the towel to the floor and looked in the mirror again. His balls sure looked snug. And an inch or so of red flesh was sliding free. That hadn't been there when Amanda looked...had it?

He really needed to jerk off.

Sam slipped into the shower, closed the curtain, and gave a happy groan as fingers of wet warmth rolled over his cold body. Oh, that felt nice. That felt real nice. He tilted his head back, and let the water spray over his...damn it, his glasses! Sam hopped out of the shower, put his glasses on the counter, and hopped back in.

Sam leaned his head against the tiled wall, sighing as the heat inundated him. He murmured under his breath, tail flicking. Before he could stop himself, he slipped a hand down between his legs, toying with his balls. Poor guys were still cold. He worked some warm water into them, gently rubbing his vulpine testicles till they'd relaxed a little. Meanwhile his member continued to show itself, and soon his fox rocket was once more ready to blast off into orbit.

Sam wrapped his fingers around his smooth, tapered red shaft and began to quickly stroke himself. He groaned in delight, thrusting his hips against his own hand. His white furred balls bounced under his palm. His mind quickly flitted from image to image. Amanda's breasts bouncing in her shirt. Amanda kicking that wolf where it hurts. Amanda...Amanda seeing him naked. Oh, god. He stroked faster, his breath coming in quick pants.

Just as he neared the edge, the young fox gasped and pulled his hand away from his member. It bobbled back and forth. The hot water ran against it, teasing his sensitive flesh. He couldn't finish masturbating now. Hadn't Amanda said she wanted to watch a movie in her room? If he finished off now he'd still be knotted by the time he was dry. Just what he needed. A girl shows some interest in him, and he blows it rubbing one out in her shower.

Sam sighed, laughing at his luck. He did what he could to ignore his erection. He glanced around the shower, settled on some soap and fur shampoo that didn't smell too feminine, and lathered himself up. The distraction of washing his fur kept him occupied. By the time he'd rinsed his fur, his tool had retracted into his sheath. When he was clean and warm he cut off the water and climbed out.

Samuel wiped his glasses off and put them on. Thanks to the fan, the mirror hadn't fogged over. Sam plucked his towel up off the floor and began to rub his fur with it. The young fox could see his white furred vulpine balls jiggling in the mirror. He giggled to himself. Too bad Amanda wasn't here to see them now that they'd loosened up. He grit his teeth, trying to banish the thought. No sense getting worked up again.

The fox went through several to get dry. Now and then he glanced at himself in the mirror. The drier his fur became, the fluffier it got. He looked around but didn't see a brush anywhere. Hopefully Amanda wouldn't mind lending him one.

When he was mostly dry, the fox hung up the towels. The gray pajamas looked warm and comfortable and just about the right size. Hopefully Amanda's younger brother wouldn't mind him wearing his stuff. Amanda hadn't thought to provide him with any underwear, but that was alright. There were some things he didn't want to share with Alex. Besides, Sam didn't mind free-balling it. He usually did the same thing at home in his own pajamas.

Heh, free-ballin'. Reminded him of that song.

"Cause I'm freeeeeee," Sam sung under his breath as he pulled up the gray pajama pants. "Free baaaalling." He waggled his hips, feeling his furry balls sway about in the pajamas. The fox grinned, then pulled the shirt on as well. "Yes, I'm freeee..."

Sam flicked off the light and opened the door. A rush of cold air blasted him. He shivered, rubbing his arms. Amanda's family must have had the AC cranked all day. Once the clouds and pouring rain moved in the temperature in the house plunged. Damp fur sure didn't help. Some arctic fox he was, all that bushy fur and he was still freezing. Hopefully Amanda's room would be a little warmer.

Samuel padded down the hall to Amanda's room. Even if he hadn't visited her house plenty of times before, her door would have been easy to find. The sky blue color painted across it stood out from neutral gray tones of the hallway. A weathered piece of construction paper with text written in fading puffy paint read, "No Alex's allowed!" Sam wondered how many years that had adorned her door.

Samuel's heart rate rose as he knocked on her door. "Are you decent in there?"

Decent? What an idiot. She'd just seen him not decent. And that it was her idea in the first place. At least, he thought it was her idea. It was, wasn't it?

"I'm not naked, if that's what you're hoping for," Amanda called back through the door. "Come on in, ya dork!"

Sam grinned, and slipped into her room. He glanced around as he closed the door. There were plenty of shelves covered with stuffed animals and plush mythical creatures. A few posters of male heroes from fantasy movies were plastered on her walls, along with some extreme metal band she liked, and a framed painting of a dragon. Twin bookshelves around her TV were almost as overstuffed with books as Sam's shelves. A few more stuffed animals peeked out from where they were crammed in between book and shelf. Her desk sat up against one side of the room. Her laptop sat upon an old desktop, currently outputting to her monitor. Tiny figurines lined the top of her desk. Here and there clothes and shoes littered the floor.

Amanda had changed into a baggy pair of oversized pajama pants and a large sleeping shirt. The pants had dark and light gray squares in a checker pattern while the shirt was a very pale blue with a pile of stuffed animals on the front of it. Text above and below the image of all the plushies read 'It's not a hoard, it's a collection!' Sam grinned at the shirt and its reference. And the way the chilly air lingering in her room caused the coyote's nipples to perk up against the fabric. So much for that bra she had on earlier.

"Do you see the remote anywhere?" Amanda nudged a pile of clothes with her bare, tan-furred foot. Her fur still as damp as his. Her usually bushy tail hung a bit limp. "I swear, if Alex stole it again..."

Before she could finish that thought, Samuel pointed to a black plastic corner sticking out from under a discarded shirt near the TV. "Is that it?"

Amanda glanced down, blinking. She bent over to pick it up, inadvertently presenting the young fox with a delightful view of her rump. The coyote's curves pressed out against her gray pants clearly enough that Sam could tell she wasn't wearing any underwear either. She straightened up, and thrust the remote into the air.

"Dun dun dun daaaah!" Amanda giggled, holding it up with both hands.

"You're such a Zelda nerd." Samuel grinned at her.

"Better than just being a nerd," Amanda said, giving him a mock glare. Then she playfully swung her foot through the air towards Sam's crotch. "Remember what happens to guys who tease me!"

Samuel gave a cute little vulpine yip, jumping back and covering himself instinctively. He grinned at her. "Hey! I'm your friend. I'm allowed to tease you! Those things are tender, you know."

"I've noticed," Amanda said, grinning. She glanced down at Sam. "They looked tender, too!" Amanda burst into perhaps the cutest giggles the little fox had ever heard, cupping her muzzle in both hands.

The nerdy fox's ears went red again. He should have known she'd start bringing that up now. Still, that giggle was a delight. "Th-they did?"

"Mhmm," she said, the noise still muffled by her hands. "Very tender! Now I know why you guys drop so fast when someone kicks you."

"Yup!" Samuel's voice was an embarrassing chirp. Worse, he was dismayed to find the conversation had the organs in question tingling in excitement and tightening up against him. He told himself it was just because Amanda saw them, and flashed her a grin. "I mean, uh, yeah! Works every time."

"I noticed that too," Amanda said, laughing. She turned on the tv and walked to her bed. "That wasn't the first time I've kicked a guy there."

"I know," Sam said, still grinning like an idiot. "I've seen you kick guys when they try and bully you. Or that time Alex stole your phone."

Amanda laughed, nodded. "Learned his lesson, didn't he."

Amanda hopped onto her bed, tugging the blankets down before wriggling under them. Sam liked her bed. The comforter was a blue-green color, edged with white ruffles. It always reminded him of the ocean. When she folded the top edge down it looked like waves frozen on the water. Amanda had plenty of pillows as well. She fluffed a few up, and stacked them up against the wall, then sat up against them.

Amanda patted the bed. "You coming or not?"

Samuel gulped. She had a king size bed and so there was plenty of room. And it wasn't as if he'd never sat in Amanda's bed with her before. The two of them had even snuggled when it was cold, or when one of them was sad. They'd cuddled on the couch, and in the bed. So it wasn't a big deal. Right? But, he'd never cuddled her wearing nothing but thin pajamas before. And he'd certainly never cuddled her right after flashing her his furry vulpine privates.

What was he gonna do, say no?

Samuel gave her a grin that was at least five times dopier than he wanted it to be. He climbed into her bed. For the scrawny little arctic fox, it was almost a literal climb. He clambered up onto the mattress and made himself a recliner out of beige and white-cased pillows. Sam settled in, leaning back against the pillows. Amanda scooted over to lay against the smaller fox as she flipped through TV channels.

"Wanna watch a movie or something?" Amanda shivered, pulling the blankets up over them both with her free hand.

"Yeah, or just TV if there's anything good on." Sam grinned at her as she snuggled up against him, laying her head against his little shoulder. "You comfy?"

Amanda nodded, murmuring happily. "Yeah. It's cold as hell in here but you're nice and warm."

"So are you," Samuel said. He nuzzled the top of her head, between her ears. They'd cuddled before, but this was...nice. Really nice, actually. Amanda draped an arm over his middle, casually rubbing his belly through the blanket. "Which is good, cause its cold in here!"

Amanda huffed. "Tell me about it. We had to crank the AC up the other day, but now its cold as hell!" She nosed at the thick fur of his neck, giggling. "You smell like flowers."

Samuel huffed, splaying his white ears. "I do? Damn, I tried to pick the least girly smelling shampoo."

Amanda giggled. "Oh, yeah, sorry. I shoulda checked for you." She pressed her larger, softer form against his own, smiling. "But yanno. I got distracted when you flashed me your stuff." She buried her face in his fur, the inside of her silky tan ears flushing red. "I still can't believe you did that!"

Samuel gulped, laughing. His own face seemed determined to fend off the chill all by itself, inner ears scarlet. "You dared me too!"

"I know," Amanda said, her voice muffled by Sam's fur. "I saw it all, too!"

"You did?" Samuel knew she did, but hearing her say it made it sound even more taboo. Some of that heat began to flow from his face down to his crotch. His sheath tingled, starting to swell.

"Uh huh," Amanda nodded. "Your sheath and your balls!"

"Did you know what everything was?" Samuel's tail thumped against the bed.

"Of course," Amanda said, lifting her head to make sure he saw it when she rolled her eyes. "I'm not _that_naïve. It was just the first time I actually saw...that stuff."

Samuel felt a question itching at his brain. Soon it was crawling at his tongue, poised at its tip. He tried to swallow it down, but just as he couldn't stop smiling, he couldn't stop asking silly questions, either. He just needed to know. "Did you like it?"

Amanda gave a little gasp, her eyes widening. Once more she pressed her face against his furry shoulder and neck. Samuel wasn't sure if she was truly embarrassed by the question, or just feigning it because she didn't want to have to admit it. Either way, his heart soared when she gave a few small but definitive nods, along with a murmur of approval.

The answer made the little fox shiver, his fur fluffing up. Sam could feel his white-furred balls tightening as he began to develop quite the vulpine pup tent in his borrowed pajamas. Casually as he could, he lifted a knee to prop up the blanket to try and keep hidden.

"Did it look like you imagined?" Samuel blurted out another question before he could stop himself.

"Mostly." Amanda barely squeezed words through her giggles. If her ears twisted any further in embarrassment they were going to tie themselves in knots. "The sheath was what I thought. The nards were a little more...oval, I guess?"

"Yeah," Samuel said, grinning. Oh, God, why couldn't he shut up? "They're more like grapes than actual balls. Unless you're Franklin, then they're eggs."

Amanda laughed so hard her whole body shook against Samuel. She lifted a hand to cover her muzzle again, trying to focus on the TV. She flipped from a comedy, to a superhero movie, to a few news channels. Finally, she gave Samuel a sly glance. "So, you've seen Franklin's nards?"

"In the locker room, when he was changing and bending forward," Sam admitted, pinning his own ears back. He licked his nose, then laughed, shaking his head. "It looked like two black-furred eggs hanging under his butt."

"Oh my GOD." Amanda laughed even harder. "You're so goofy, and oh my god."

Samuel loved it when Amanda laughed, even if it was embarrassed laughter. "I know, I know. But after the way you kicked him, I bet they're scrambled eggs now!"

That really cracked Amanda up. The young coyote laughed so hard she started rolling back and forth. One moment she was nearly rolling off the bed, the next she was practically bowling Samuel over. Though Amanda was larger and heavier than he was, the young fox had to admit he wouldn't mind having her lay atop him right now. Though, she might not appreciate being surprised by his fox chubby.

"Scrambled...!" Amanda kept giggling, struggling to catch her breath. "Eggs!"

"Yeah!" Samuel laughed right along with her, his tail wagging under the blanket. "I didn't even know you were gonna kick him! Your shoe was just up in there all of a sudden!" He flung his hand in the air in imitation of her foot. "You should have seen the look on his face!"

When Amanda managed to get her giggle-wrought squirming under control, she sat up next to the fox. "Ooh, I wish I could have! What did it look like?"

"It was like this!" Samuel pulled his hands up over the blanket to grab his crotch. Then he bent forward, crossed his eyes behind his glasses, and let his muzzle hang open. He pinned his ears back, trying to imitate the wolf's expression. "OOOOOOH MY BALLS!"

Amanda only giggled harder, all her sharp canine teeth bared in a happy snarl. "Ohmygosh! I wish I coulda seen that! You guys make the funniest faces when you get hit there!"

Sam kept making that face, trying to make his eyes roll back. "I know! I think mine's kinda like this!" He scrunched up his muzzle, rolling his eyes as he pitched over sideways, laying against Amanda. The little fox tried to make his voice extra squeaky. "My nards!"

Amanda grinned down at him, still giggling to herself. Her bushy gray and tan furred tail wagged under the blankets. "I bet yours looks just like that!" She blinked, swiveling an ear back in curiosity. "So girls have kicked you there, too?"

"Like a lot." Sam gave a sheepish laugh.

"Why?" Amanda furrowed her snout, tilting her head. One ear flopped a bit. "You're always so nice."

"Thanks." Sam peered up at her. "I'm also annoying to some people. And I think I used to be a brat. And I'm a nerd..." He shrugged as though it were no big deal. He was sort of used to it.

"Oh," Amanda went quiet a moment, glancing down his body. Samuel was still cupping himself over the blankets. She licked her nose, smiling. "I bet you look cute when you get kicked in the nuts."

Samuel blinked a few times, then smiled. "Thanks! ...I think. Why?"

"I bet you just look adorable rolling around, making those faces." She wrapped an arm around him, hugging him against her. Then she rubbed her muzzle between the little fox's ears, her voice still soft. "You always look adorable."

"Thanks." Samuel murmured and closed his eyes. He savored the coyote's warmth and softness against him. For now, he kept his hands in their protective place. Not because he thought she was going to smack him in the fox nuggets, but because he was using them to shield his erection. "You're really pretty, too."

Amanda snuggled him tighter. She nosed at one of his ears, whispering into it. "You were really brave today, Sam."

"Aw." Sam smiled, turning his head to glance away in embarrassment. "It was nothing. I just couldn't let him pick on you."

"That's called bravery." Amanda licked one of his ears, and Samuel melted against her, his hidden tool throbbing beneath the blankets. "Especially since you'd have gotten pounded into fox putty."

"Hey!" The little fox smirked. "I coulda hit him in the nuts too, yanno."

"That'd be fun to see!" Amanda giggled and lay her head on his shoulder, nuzzling his tufted cheek with her own. She smirked, stroking his arm. "So, I'm curious. Why are you still holding yourself down there?"

"Ummm...no reason." Yeah, great Sam. Now she's going to think you're a pervert playing with yourself while she's right there. "I mean...uhhh...I thought you might try and whack me in the nards."

Amanda giggled right into his ear. The sound tickled his mind, it sounded like music. "You? No. Not without permission."

"Permission?" Sam blurted out, sitting up a little straighter. "Why would I do that?"

Amanda shrugged, stroking his arm beneath the blanket, ruffling up the silky white fur. "I kinda think you like it. You seem to talk about it a lot."

"I was just trying to make you laugh," Sam said, his voice was a string of nervous, barely comprehensible syllables. Like it? Certainly not. Not even when she did it to someone else and giggled so cutely about it...well...

"Do you have a boner?" Amanda tilted her head, perking a single tan-furred ear.

Sam's eyes nearly rolled out of their sockets. He tried to reply but all that came out of his mouth was a tiny little squeak. Whatever nervous fears he'd been fretting over were instantly forgotten as something else took their place. She knew he had a boner. He hoped she wasn't mad. Should he deny it? No sense in lying now.

"I...well...y'see..." It took the geeky little fox a tries to spit any words out, but he finally managed the only word that mattered. "Yes."

"Oh my God!" Amanda's inner ears turned bright red, her eyes wide.

The young coyote began to giggle all over again. She started to pull the blanket up over her head to hide her face, only to remember that beneath the blanket was where the boner was hiding. She pulled her head back, but then looked down at Samuel's crotch over the blanket, looking for the outline of his erection. It was as if the nerdy fox's boner was some mystical beast she was scared to see face to face yet desperate to prove existed. Amanda finally covered her muzzle with her hands, looked at Samuel, then looked back at his crotch again.

"Mrrveeurraannd."

Samuel blinked at her. "What?"

Amanda parted her fingers around her muzzle. "Move your hands."

"Oh." Samuel licked his nose, his blue eyes wide. The little white fox felt as though he had the entire Cirque Du Soleil performing in his belly. "Okay."

Samuel inched his hands away from his crotch, revealing the very faint outline of his erection. Though the little fox's vulpine member stood at full attention, it was bound by his pajamas and lay against his belly. He realized Amanda probably didn't know what to expect, so with trembling hands he smoothed out all the creases and folds of the blankets. Soon, the general outline of the young fox's erection was quite visible through the blue fabric.

Amanda couldn't seem to pull hands away from her muzzle, nor her eyes away from the fox's rocket. "You...you have a boner!"

Samuel perked his ears, giggling. "Tell the whole house why don't you."

Amanda eased her snout up over her fingers to smirk at Samuel. She took a deep breath, and then cried out, "Samuel has a boner!"

Samuel gasped, and Amanda burst out laughing. She punched the little fox on the shoulder. Samuel gave a mock whimper, rubbing his shoulder. Amanda probably needed that tension breaker. He huffed. "Great! Now everyone knows."

"Alex is the only one home, anyway," Amanda said, giggling. "And I doubt he can hear me over his video games. I also doubt he cares about your boner."

"Oh. Yeah, I guess you're right." Samuel wagged his tail, snuggling up against the coyote again. He was glad she didn't seem to mind his erection. Maybe he could draw the attention away from it so it would go away. "Though, I hear Alex got a boner when he went skinny dipping with Adam!"

Amanda giggled to herself. "I heard that from Melissa." For a moment, Samuel thought his plan was working. "So why do _you_have a boner?"

"Ummm..." Samuel's ears flattened. His stomach flip-flopped again, and he whined.

Amanda nudged him with her nose, then gave his cheek a little lick. She draped a hand over his own, squeezing it to reassure him. "It's okay, Sam. You don't have to be embarrassed. I mean...I'm kinda embarrassed but...it's cool." She giggled nervously, flicking her eyes towards the tent in the blanket. "I like that I can just...see it there, under my blanket." Her voice softened a little bit, hints of hope shining through panes of nervousness. "I like that you get one around me. I was...maybe hoping...that you got one....you know,because of me?"

Samuel turned his head to stare at her. A smile crossed his muzzle. "Oh, Amanda, I definitely got it because of you!"

Before he could say anything more, Amanda pressed her muzzle against his own. Samuel didn't know what to do. No one had ever kissed him before. He pressed his muzzle back against hers, trying not to push too hard. Amanda squeezed his hand, and Alex groaned. He parted his muzzle just a little, and Amanda pressed her tongue straight into his mouth. Samuel tried to swirl his own tongue around hers. Amanda shivered, moaning into his awkward kiss. The little fox sucked on the coyotes tongue, and she groaned louder. Then he felt her hand probing at his belly, touching him. Fingers brushed against his erection, she squeezed its firmness through the blanket. Then with a gasp, Amanda yanked both her hand and her head away.

"S-sorry!" She blurted out, balling her hands up into fists. "I just...I wanted..."

"I liked it." The little fox panted a few times. "Can I kiss you again?"

Relief washed over Amanda's face. She nodded, and this time Samuel made the first move. It was only slightly less awkward than their first attempt, but for the two young canines it was even more enjoyable. Sam pressed his muzzle against Amanda's and parted his lips. This time their tongues met in the middle, twisting against each other a few times. Then they chased one another into the other's snout, swirled again and pulled back. Amanda's hand roamed the fox's body, teasing him through the blankets before resting upon his hardness. Samuel let his own fingers explore, rubbing her side, then her hip, though he didn't yet dare cop a feel of a breast. He did let his hand roam to her rump, squeezing one of her cheeks when she pressed against his grasp.

When they were both out of breath, they pulled back, panting. Neither had the experience or foresight to trying breathing through their noses or sharing breath, but first kisses were always more memorable than they were impressive. For a few moments they both giggled as they tried to catch their breath. They looked around the room, unable to meet each other's gaze.

"It feels really hard," Amanda finally blurted out, staring at the wall.

"It_is_ really hard," Samuel assured her. "When I get home, I'm gonna have to...er..."

Amanda bit her lip, giggling. "Are you gonna masturbate to this?"

Well. No reason to lie about it now, right Sam? Right. "Yeah. Probably twice."

"Cool!" Amanda turned her head to meet his smile with her own. "Do you think...I could..."

"Watch?" Samuel asked, finding himself hopeful.

By now, Amanda's ears couldn't possibly flush any hotter, but she did pin them back again. Not that her smile ever faded. "That'd be fun," she said, then reached out to put her hand on his own. "Though..." She chewed her tongue a moment, looking down at the bulge under the blanket. "...Can I touch it?"

"Sure," Samuel said, grinning. He leaned back, lifting his hips a little. "You already did, so you don't have to ask."

"No," Amanda shook her head. "I mean...under the blanket. ...And the pajamas."

"Oh..." Samuel trailed off. Any moment now his glasses would fog up and steam would blow out his ears.

"I wanna really feel it. Naked. Against my pads." Amanda swallowed a few times. Sam would have offered her a glass of water if he had any. "So...can I touch it?"

"Yeah," Sam said, nodding. "I'll pull the blanket down..."

"No, it's cold," Amanda said, giggling. She pressed her face against his fur, trying to hide. "I...I don't wanna see it just yet. I wanna touch it first. I mean, I saw the sheath but..."

Samuel grinned. The fox's body suddenly felt so hot he feared the blanket would combust. "Should I pull my pajamas down or...take them off?"

Amanda's wagging tail gave away her enthusiasm even as she continued to shyly bury her face against the tufted fur of the arctic fox's neck. "Umm...do you..." Amanda glanced up at him, licked her tan and gray snout, and then hid her face once more. "Do you wanna get naked?"

Samuel didn't reply. Naked? By now the little fox's heart was beating so hard he as sure the vibrations were going to disintegrate his clothes anyway. Naked? Really? Naked in a girl's bed? Naked in _Amanda's_bed? Of course he wanted that! Samuel panted as he peeled off the gray shirt. Grinning, he tossed it over Amanda's head.

"Hey!" Amanda said, giggling. "Don't be a brat!"

Samuel laughed, wondering if she could hear his heart rattling against his sternum. He shifted under the blankets, hooking his thumbs into the hem of his pajamas. The little fox was harder than he could ever remember. His tapered tool ached from standing so forcefully at attention. It was never going to go back into its sheath now without a helping hand.

Samuel gave Amanda a nervous smile as he began to pull down his pajamas. He fought the urge to yank them off and declare himself liberated from his clothing. Even if Amanda couldn't see directly, it was fun getting to tease her a little. As the gray fabric eased down, the hem caught on the fox's erection. When he gave a little tug, it pulled his tool up against the blanket.

Amanda giggled at the suddenly rising tent in her blanket. "I know what that is!"

"Yup," Samuel said, waggling his hips as he tugged down his pajamas further. When the nerdy fox's vulpine erection popped free, it lay back down against him, slightly tickled by his belly fur. "It's my boner."

Amanda smirked at him, nipping at his white-furred ear. "Well, duh." She laid her hand against the blanket over his unsheathed flesh. Samuel tensed up. "Is it out, now?"

Samuel gave a slow nod, his mouth dry. He pulled the pajamas down a little more after Amanda moved her hand again. After his white-furred balls flopped free, he felt them tingle and tighten up. The little fox wriggled a bit till his bare, white-furred butt was against her sheets, and his pajamas were around his ankles. Sam pulled his feet free, using one to drag the pants up till he could grab them. He pulled them out from beneath his blanket and sheepishly offered them to his friend.

"There. I'm totally naked now."

Amanda took the pajamas and tossed them off the side of the bed. The chubby coyote grinned at the scrawny fox as she snuggled against him. Her voice was a breathless yet playful whisper in his ear as her fingers danced over his exposed belly fur. "Naked fox! There's a naked fox in my bed!"

"A naked fox with a boner!" Samuel giggled. Between his raging erection, and the raging blush that colored his inner ears and heated his face, the little fox was surprised he had any blood left for the rest of his body.

The coyote giggled with a delightful mixture of shyness and excitement. "I'm gonna touch it!"

Samuel put his hand atop her arm, gently stroking her own tan fur. "Do you want me to put your hand on it?"

Samuel regretted the question at first. It sounded ridiculous. What, was Amanda's hand going to get lost on the way to his erection? Before he had the chance to try and pull his foot from his mouth, he realized he wouldn't have too. Amanda nodded, and held her hand out for him to guide.

Samuel put his little white furred hand atop Amanda's larger tan furred one. Oh God. The fox lifted the blanket a little with his other hand, and gently pushed Amanda's hand under the covers. Oh God! Sam felt her breath against his ear, ruffling the tiny alabaster furs there. Amanda's breath was picking up just as his was. OhGodohGodohGod. This was really happening.

Samuel guided Amanda's hand all the way down to his vulpine privates. The little fox's red rocket was in full-on launch mode. Samuel's crimson missile was so ready to be fired that he feared a little too much curious exploration would have him prematurely delivering his payload. God, he was a nerd. About to have his genitals touched by a female for the first time, and he was making rocket jokes.

And calling his boner and balls his genitals like some kind of sex scientist. Did they have those?

Samuel held his breath, and eased Amanda's hand down against his unsheathed flesh. The two canines both gave trembling moans when they felt each other's heat. Amanda closed her fingers around Samuel's vulpine shaft, wrapping his most sensitive flesh in the warm, blissful softness of feminine paw pads. She cooed in his ear as though marveling at the feel of the alien organ she held in her hand.

"How's it feel?" Samuel asked, unable to help but wonder what she thought of it.

"Marvelous," Amanda said, licking his ear. She lay her head against him, her eyes fixed on the bulge of her hand around his erection beneath the blanket. Another thing Samuel liked about her. She used words he'd never expect to hear at the best possible times. "Stupendous, even. How does my hand feel?"

"Good!" Samuel on the other hand only managed to blurt out the simplest thing that came to mind.

Good one, Samuel.

Amanda didn't seem to mind. Or notice. She was far too busy exploring the length of flesh she'd never seen before. She seemed fascinated. Samuel played with himself enough to know what she was feeling. The flesh was soft and smooth as silk, yet the organ itself felt so firm and rigid. She gave it a gentle stroke, grinning as Samuel moaned in pleasure. The end of it felt almost pointed. The bottom was thicker where it met the fur of the retracted sheath. She could stroke the whole thing easily, could almost fit it all in her hand. Samuel was a smaller species, after all.

"What happens if I rub it for a while?" She tilted her head to smile at him, green eyes shining. "Will you...you know...will you?"

Samuel nodded, his own blue eyes half glazed over behind his glasses. "If you rub it for a little while I'll cum..."

"I want you to." Amanda lay her head back against his furry chest. "You deserve it. I wanna feel it happen in my hand. But...not yet."

"Okay," Samuel said, nodding. He curled a little to give her ears a few tender licks. She giggled and tightened her grip on him, rubbed her thumb against his tapered tip. Samuel shivered, his eyes rolling. "Ooooh! That feels nice..."

Amanda giggled, and gave the fox's length a very slow stroke. Her hand brushed his testicles at the bottom. The coyote pumped her hand against him a few times, and Samuel relished the softness and warmth of her pads. Each little stroke coaxed another groan from the fox. He lifted his hips, pushing himself against her hand. Oh, God. If she kept it up, it wouldn't take the nerdy fox long at all.

A few beads of pre dribbled from his tip. Samuel felt the moisture slickening her pads as she worked it into his flesh with her next few strokes. Samuel grasped at the sheets, squeezing at them a little. He lifted his hips again, head lolling on his shoulders while Amanda slowly stroked him. Soon his voice and body both were both trembling. Amanda gave him another slow pump, then unwrapped her fingers from him and just lay her palm against his exposed flesh.

"Are you close?" Amanda grinned up at the nerdy fox.

Samuel pinned his ears back, sheepish. He nodded. "Very."

"I better wait a minute then." Amanda shifted against him, tilting her head back to lick at his chin. He smiled, tipping his own head back for a moment to give her better access. She giggled a little, nosing at his chin, then his throat. "Can I..."

"What?" Samuel turned his head back down, giving her a lick on the nose.

"Can I move my hand down a little?" Amanda grinned at the fox, perking her own tan furred ears. "I wanna feel your balls."

"Sure!" Samuel laughed, lifting his hips to press himself against her hands. "I'd love having you play with my balls!" Good one, Samuel. That didn't sound desperate at all.

Amanda just murmured her thanks, licking at his ear. She trailed her hand down over his length, pausing at the bulge of his little knot. She rubbed it a little and Samuel shivered. Then she slipped her hand down, brushing her fingers over the little fox's testicles. Samuel's eyes nearly rolled all the way back as she teased his vulpine nuts. She rubbed her fingers back and forth, ruffling up the white fur, feeling the way they slipped and slid about beneath her touch.

"They feel funny." Amanda nibbled at his cheek, grinning. "I like them."

"They are kinda funny." Samuel giggled at his own admission. The fox freed a hand from the blankets to push his glasses up his muzzle. "Do they feel how you expected?"

"Kind of." Amanda gave him a grin that was somehow both wicked and curious. "I've felt nards before. One time, at Melissa's, she taught us how to pinch them when her brother tried to watch us changing our clothes. I've done it a few times since then, but always through clothes and stuff."

"Oh wow." Samuel laughed and shook his head. "Pinching them hurts."

"Yeah, I noticed." Amanda gently enclosed her fingers around the young fox's balls. She rolled them around a little, and Samuel squirmed in delight. Soon she'd isolated a single vulpine gland between thumb and finger. Amanda slowly rolled the nerdy fox's nut around, the smooth, slightly rubbery thing easily manipulated. "These are what hurt the most when you get kicked, right?"

"Y-yeah." Samuel slipped his hands back under the blanket, brushing his fingers along Amanda's arm. "It feels...really vulnerable right now. Like its trapped."

"Oh." Amanda paused, smiling up at Samuel. "Is that good or bad?"

Samuel pinned his ears back, humiliated to be enjoying having his ball held so helpless. "G-good. I know, it's weird..."

"I don't think it's weird." Amanda pressed her muzzle to the side of his cheek, kissing him gently. "Not everyone has to like the same things, right? I'm honored you're willing to admit you like getting hurt there!"

Samuel gulped. That wasn't exactly what he meant. "I dunno that I'd go...ooooohhh...." He trailed off when Amanda began to roll his fat vulpine grape around her fingers again.

"You don't have to be embarrassed." Amanda licked at his ear, moving her fingers to explore the other jewel. She rolled it back and forth, feeling the smooth organ slide around inside the silken-furred sack. "This one's a little bigger."

"Yeah."

Samuel began to relax again. He still wasn't exactly sure just what he liked, but Amanda had eased his burden before the weight of it even began to grow. At least she wouldn't look down on him if he was...kinky. Was that the word? He wasn't sure. He laid his hand atop her own, and began to stroke her fingers. He let his hand play up her arm, then back down, silent affection for her touch and encouragement for her to continue playing in any way she wished.

For a little while, Amanda toyed with one ball at a time. She took each tender fox grape between her thumb and a few fingers and slowly massaged the tender gland. Samuel squirmed in delight, his head lolling back and forth against the many pillows. When she switched balls, he turned his head to lick at her throat. When Amanda's fingers danced up over his knot, he trilled, his back arching.

The coyote's hand slipped back down again, and this time she grasped both of Sam's balls. Samuel groaned at the warmth of her hand enclosing his naked testicles. Her gentle touch seemed an almost protective cradle. She held them for a moment, sharing warmth, and then began to roll them around her palm. All the while Samuel shivered in pleasure, his fox rocket primed for launch. She gave them a few gentle tugs, and each time Samuel's tail flicked under the blankets.

"Amanda," Samuel said, swallowing. "I'm close."

"Still?" Amanda cocked her head, pushing her nose against his cheek.

"Y-yeah. I...I've never done this before..."

"Me either," Amanda said, giggling. Samuel didn't think she quite understood.

"I mean...it's gonna happen soon." Samuel twisted a little against the blankets.

"That's okay." Amanda's arm moved under the blanket again. Soon Samuel felt a single finger pad running up and down his unsheathed flesh. Samuel shivered, and Amanda trailed that finger down between his balls. "Does it...you know...wash out?"

Despite the intensity of the moment, Samuel couldn't help but giggle. "Kind of."

"Maybe we should move the blanket first, then." Amanda drummed her fingers against the fox's erection, smirking. "Do you wanna show it to me now?"

"Yes!" Samuel sat up against the pillows, beaming. Smooth, Sam. Way to show restraint. "I mean...do you...wanna see it?"

Amanda pulled her hand away from his crotch, and sat up alongside him. "Yeah. I wanna see your boner, Sam."

To the nerdy young fox, that was the single most erotic thing he'd ever heard. Her words alone nearly sent him rushing over the edge. He reached for the blankets, but Amanda nudged his hands away. Samuel was planning to just toss the blanket off the bed, but Amanda took her time. She eased it down their bodies, exposing the slender fox's white-furred belly an inch at a time. Amanda dragged the blanket even slower as she neared his crotch, till the first hint of red peeked out.

Amanda paused, and set her finger on the tapered tip of the young fox's erection. She swirled her pad over its point a few times before working the blanket down again. Amanda's eyes grew wider with every inch of smooth, red flesh that was exposed. Once the blanket reached the swell of his knot, Amanda pulled it down the rest of the way, revealing the scrawny fox's alabaster balls.

When the geeky fox's body was completely bare, Amanda just stared. Samuel's scarlet member pulsed faintly in time with his heartbeat. Samuel knew his vulpine erection was probably not the most impressive thing in the world, but for a scrawny little fox he'd always thought he was at least well proportioned. It fit his body well, and made a good enough showing of itself when standing so completely at attention. Red, slightly glistening and pointed, jutting up over his belly.

The nerdy fox's white-furred balls made a better accounting of themselves as well. They hung looser than before, the left one a bit lower than the right. They looked like two oversized white grapes hanging towards the fox's bushy, silvery-white tail. As Amanda stared and the cool air washed over him, they tightened a little but were nowhere near as snug as earlier in the day.

"Your body looks amazing." Amanda glanced up at Sam's face, smiling.

"Thank you," Samuel said, his voice little more than a whisper. "I'm...really...really close."

Amanda set her hand upon his thigh, stroking the soft fur there. "Are you gonna cum as soon as I touch it?"

"I might," Samuel said, lifting his head to watch her tease his fur. "Or very soon after."

"That's okay." Amanda smiled at him again, then slipped a finger under his furry balls. She lifted them so that they bulged out against the white furred sack, then giggled at the way they outlined themselves. "They look so funny. I think they're awesome."

"Th-thanks." Samuel shuddered, clenching his fists. "Amanda...seriously...I'm gonna..."

In the distance, a car horn honked. Amanda jerked her head up, her ears perked. "Uh oh."

"Uh oh?" Samuel pushed himself up on his elbows. "What uh oh?"

"My mom's home."

"Oh..." Damn it. DAMN IT! NOT NOW! Not when he was so close! "...That's okay."

"Don't worry." Amanda gave him a smirk. "I'm still gonna finish you off. Just don't howl or anything."

"I don't howl," Samuel said, laughing. He eased back down.

"Do you want me to touch your balls while I...yanno...do it?"

Samuel nodded. "Hold them, maybe? ...Please?"

Amanda smiled, and cradled the fox's balls in her hand. She tilted her head, staring at the white furred things as they rested against her fingers. She watched them shift and move as she rolled them around. Soon she wrapped the fingers of her free hand around the geeky fox's cock. She squeezed it, and that was enough to set Samuel off even before she started to stroke.

Samuel gasped as warm pleasure burst through him. He clenched the sheets, arched his back and thrust himself into Amanda's grasp. She pumped her hand against him, her strokes awkward and uncertain, and yet it was the greatest feeling Samuel could have imagined. He grit his teeth, his fangs bared and ears pinned back. His eyes squeezed shut behind his glasses, the nerdy young fox's whole face a mask of comical bliss.

"NNRRRRRHHH!"

Samuel's vulpine maleness jumped several times in Amanda's grasp, each pulse unleashing a thick spurt of arctic fox cream that arced through the air and splattered his belly fur. His balls grew tighter to his body. He twisted and writhed, struggling to keep from crying out as Amanda kept up her frantic stroking. The coyote seemed transfixed by the fox's body and the pleasure he was feeling. His knot swelled up in her hand, and she stroked the top few inches of him a few times, then squeezed his knot.

Even when Samuel was utterly spent, Amanda kept stroking him till he finally pushed her hands away. She sat back on the bed, beaming. Sam struggled to catch his breath, his scrawny white-furred chest rising and falling in heaving waves. When he glanced at Amanda, she seemed almost as satisfied as he was. She reached out and held his balls again, grinning at him.

"How was it?"

"Best. Moment. Ever." Samuel grinned, then lifted his head to peer down at her hands. "You...like my balls, huh?"

Amanda nodded. "I like the way they feel in my hand."

"So do I," Samuel said, falling back against the pillow. The sticky pool of white liquid against his belly fur felt warm, but it was already starting to cool. "Umm...do you have a paper towel or something?"

"Oh. Oh! Right." Amanda giggled. She released his balls, and crawled off the bed. A moment later she returned with a roll of paper towels, and handed it to him. "How long does..." She poked his swollen knot a few times. "...This last?"

"I dunno." Sam tore a few paper towels off and began to clean himself up, giving Amanda a sheepish smile. "A while."

"Alright. You get cleaned up, and get back in the shower." Amanda went to the door, cracked it and peeked into the hall. "Stay there till your knot thingy goes back down. I'll tell mom you're gonna stay the night."

"I am?" Samuel tore off a new paper towel, rubbing at his sticky fur.

"Unless you'd rather go home."

"Nope!" Samuel giggled, and swung his feet over the bed. His knotted erection bobbled back and forth, and Amanda giggled. He picked up his spare pajamas. "Is...the coast clear?"

"Yeah. Go get cleaned up, and I'll see you in a bit." Amanda gave him a playful swat on his bare, white-furred butt as he walked past him. "We'll cuddle and watch a movie. And maybe my hand and your boner will even have another meeting, you brave little dork."

Samuel scurried down the hallway, beaming. Sometimes bravery was its own reward.

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