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First story. Warning, spelling and grammatical errors ahead. Just trying to get it written in the first place. Contains watersports, blood, and cub play. If you don't like it, I really don't care, but if you have comments or suggestions I'd be glad to hear them.

Copyright 2007, by Somber

Chapter one: unexpected self discoveries.

"Jamie, are you all right? You don't look so good." Michelle asked the gray wolf as they sat outside eating lunch. Terry, James' other best friend looked over in concern as well as James hunched over with his hands pressed to his navel. The squirrel backed away with a worried expression. "You're not going to puke, are you?" Terry asked, looking ill himself.

James shook his head. He didn't understand what was wrong with him. All weekend the ten year old wolf cub had been feeling weird. He thought he was sick but he couldn't figure out what it could be. All he knew was that he wasn't feeling good, that's for sure. His tail curled up hard between his legs as his gut gave another lurch. Mom and dad, of course, hadn't really believed him when he said he didn't feel good... especially when he didn't have a fever. If you didn't have a fever, you were faking.

"I dunno. Maybe." James hoped not. He hated being sick, and especially hated vomiting. He just wished he knew why his gut was wracked with brief, sharp spasms of pain. He just knew if he threw up that the other kids would tease him, like they did to Mariel when the cat had wet herself in the first grade. Even today there were cubs and kits who teased her about it.

"You should go to the nurse if you're sick. She'll be able to call your folks and tell them you're not faking." Michelle said as she sat cross-legged in her coveralls. Michelle wasn't very girly for a girl. She liked football and video games and popping the heads off of her plastic dolls. James saw her wearing a dress only at church. She was just as tough as any boy that James knew, except maybe some fourth graders who occasionally bullied the trio when they knew they had lunch money to take.

"Maybe. I'm going to go pee." He said, pulling himself to his feet. Actually, he wasn't sure what he was going to do as he walked to the school lavatory. When he spotted the janitor, Mr. Paulsen setting up his cart outside the door he gave a little whimper. The other bathroom was way over by the gym.

"Aw just use the girl's bathroom. It'll be okay this one time." The ocelot said as he pulled out a spray bottle. Then he paused, sniffing the air. "Is the cafeteria serving raw meat?"

James had started towards the bathroom when he looked back and answered, "No. Just the canned stuff."

"Huh. Could have sworn I smelled something fresher. Well anyway, go ahead and use the girl's restroom. Just don't forget to flush, and don't take too long."

James walked into the girl's bathroom. It seemed... well... pink. And there were a lot more toilet stalls and no urinals. He looked around in concern, and knelt to peek. No feet. He sighed and moved back into the stall at the back of the lavatory reserved for wheelchairs. Inside he undid his belt and then paused.

He did smell something strange. It reminded him of mom's dinner last night. He had felt so messed up that he hadn't eaten. Pity. Raw gopher was one of his favorites. Finally he sighed and pulled down his pants and sat on the toilet.

Blood. There was blood all over his sheathe. No. Not just his sheathe. His boxers were positively soaked! Exposed to the air, the coppery scent hit him like a hammer. There was blood matted all over his crotch. It speckled the water of the toilet, and between his ragged breaths, the wolf could hear it dripping into the toilet.

Oh god, he was bleeding... but it wasn't possible. He hadn't cut anything down there! He slowly kicked off his shoes, pants, and then carefully removed his bloody underwear, setting it aside where it slowly stained the tile. Freed of his pants, he slowly spread his legs wide, fighting the urge to panic and cry. The blood had to come from somewhere, right?

The most blood seemed to be matted right between the base of his sheathe and his tailhole. Slowly he reached down with trembling fingers and touched the spot. His stomach clenched as his fingers touched the spongy surface of his fur. It was hard to see at this angle, but something felt... odd. He felt a little depression under the fur. Slowly he pressed it, and felt the fur give way. From between his fingers came a little squirt of blood that trickled into the toilet bowl. What the heck was happening to him?

James was losing the fight against panic. He began to sniff and hiccup in fear. He had to go to the nurse now... but the thought of putting on that bloody underwear was too much. He thought of calling out... but what if a cub heard? Suddenly Mariel's teasings seemed nothing compared to what people might say about him.

When footsteps entered the bathroom he cringed in terror, fighting to keep his breathing under control. Who ever the girl was, they pressed on the handicapped door. There was a pause, a 'hrm' noise, and then they went into the next shall. Rustling clothes, and then a long wet trickle and sigh. James swallowed hard as he listened, blushing furiously as he prayed to God, the Devil, and any one else who might magically save him, that they didn't know he was here.

Water ran in the sink, and then the girl asked, "Are you okay, hun? Do you need a pad?"

Michelle! The badger's voice had never sounded so good. James immediately began to sob. There was another long moment, and then the bell rang for class. Somehow the thought of being tardy didn't matter in the slightest right now. He heard more rattling on the door. "James, is that you?"

He sniffed loudly, "Y..yes..."

Her head appeared under the door, took it the spatters of blood on his shorts, the lip of the bowl, and the inside of his thighs and her eyes popped wide. "Oh my god! I'll get the nurse!"

"Wait!" he sobbed as she began to move back out again. "Please... help me. I don't know what's wrong." She looked over her shoulder, torn between the urge to get some one, and the other to help her friend.

Michelle bit her lip and she looked over her shoulder. The halls were filled with the sounds of people going to class. If she went out now in a hurry, some one would come in to investigate. She sighed and slipped under the door. Thankfully badgers were carnivores, and didn't get sick at the sight or smell of blood. "What happened, James?"

"I dunno. I came in here cause the boy's room was getting cleaned and there was blood everywhere. It's... it's coming out of a hole in me." He sniffed and rubbed his nose. "I'm gonna die..."

Michelle looked at him oddly, staring down at his crotch. "But... you're a boy. You can't bleed like that."

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"Momma told me about this. Girls get it when they turn into women. They feel sick and grumpy once a month, and then bleed out of our pee holes. But you're a boy! Boys don't do this." At least, she thought they didn't. Carefully she knelt between his legs and reached up to touch the matted fur, and made a face. "Don't you ever trim this back?"

"What are you talking about?" He blinked in confusion.

"Nothing. It must be a boy thing." She muttered, blushing, glancing at his sheathe with the spots of blood over it. "I can't see anything. We need something to clean you up..." She looked at his boxers, then at his sock. Her nose wrinkled, but she pushed him back to sit on the rear edge of the toilet seat and dipped the sock into the pink water. Slowly she reached up and began to wash away the blood. He squirmed at her touch. He wanted to do it himself, but his hands were trembling. It was easier to just hold on to the plumbing. As she washed, he couldn't help but bite his lip. The cool water against that soft spot felt... oddly nice.

When she finished she set the sock atop his boxers and then gently felt his fur. He could feel her pressing against that soft spot again. "What is this..." she muttered as she felt her finger moving around down there. From the angle he could see something whitish pink, and then she gasped softly. "Oh my god, you have a girl part! I mean, it's just like mine."

"A girl part?" James didn't have a clue what a girl part was. Girls were just... girls. They smelled funny, wore dresses, and generally weren't much fun at all... with the exception of Michelle.

"It's a hole... under your... your thingy. It's just like mine, only hairier..." She saw his uncomprehending stare. "Didn't your mom or dad tell you about stuff like this? What makes boys boys and girls girls?"

He shook his head. "No." He often had a feeling that there was something that his parents wanted to tell him about girls, but dad always talked about baseball instead. Mom thought it was cute that he was 'innocent'. She made it sound like 'stupid'.

"Boys have that thingy." She pointed at it. "And girls have a hole. Your thingy goes into the hole."

"You have a hole in you?" He goggled up at her.

Her ears and cheeks were bright pink beneath her fur. "Oh for the love of..." she sighed and unsnapped her buttons and removed the straps of her overalls. They fell about her ankles and she stepped out of them. James finally smiled as he looked at her pink cotton panties with dancing pandas on them. Her flush deepened. "I'm not supposed to show you..." she muttered, but then slowly pulled them down as well. For a moment she looked as if she were going to leave them about her thighs, but finally took them off as well. Spreading her legs, she reached down with her hands. "See?"

Indeed, the first thing he saw was what she meant by 'trimmed'. The soft white fur between her legs thinned and was barely a quarter inch long. He could see a spot where boy parts would be, and instead there were two little folds about an inch long. Her fingers carefully spread herself before him, and he saw the same pinkish white skin within the spread folds. He was also aware of a scent... it was sweeter and a bit tangy, and smelled undeniably of Michelle. He slowly bent forward; doing what most young wolves did... he sniffed her.

"S...stop..." she said as she started to pull back. His cold nose, however, pushed against her young skin. The badger instantly inhaled sharply as she felt it against her warm flesh. His inhalations and breaths tingled against her moist skin. James then did what came natural to a wolf. His long flexible tongue licked sensitively against her furless inner folds. She grabbed the hand bars and his shoulder as he licked up her heady badger scent.

Then the door creaked open and a girl called in, "Michelle, are you in here?"

Michelle bit her lip to silence her moan as James' tongue continued to tease. He couldn't seem to stop. Her scent filled his brain and her taste was intoxicating. Michelle took a deep breath, "Yes Karin. I'm here. Just having... girl problems."

There was a pause and then the girl said in a more apprehensive voice, "Well... I'll tell teacher then. Have you seen James?" Hearing his name made him jerk, which made him tongue her even harder as he lifted his head, making her moan. "Michelle?" Karin asked.

"I saw him. I think he went home sick. Tell teacher I'm going to go to the nurse."

"Oh... okies." The door closed. Michelle waited a moment, and then thumped him hard. "You idiot! Why'd you keep licking me?"

"Ow!" he rubbed his head as he looked up at her. "I thought you liked it. Didn't you?"

Michelle wavered. "Well... yeah. But you shouldn't lick there..."

"Why not? Are we breaking rules?" He asked in worry.

Michelle fidgeted a little. She looked down at her overalls... but then her hand reached down to rub over her fuzzy little pussy lips. It had felt good, she had to admit. She just remembered mom telling her that people shouldn't play with her down there till she was older. Still, James was two months younger than she was.

"Well... maybe a little more." Besides, it seemed like licking her had calmed him down. She stepped up to him again, but he moved off the toilet and knelt before her. She leaned against the wall, gripping the rail behind her with both hands as she spread her legs once more. James pressed his muzzle up against her slit, finding it now much wetter, and he had to admit... tastier.

"Please... James... stop... I..." she begged, not sure what was happening. She'd never felt this warm, wet feeling inside her cunny. Heck, she didn't even touch herself there. But each hard lick from the wolf's tongue made the squat girl rise up on the tips of her toes. God it felt good. She had been told it would, but that was like saying chocolate tasted good and then actually eating some! She didn't know what she wanted, only that something was about to happen.

James felt torn as well. He could still smell his blood, and part of him wanted to know why it was happening, but once his tongue tasted her sweetly salty crotch he couldn't stop. His pecker poked full and hard from his sheathe, though he didn't notice at the moment. All there was was the overwhelming flavor of girl in his mouth.

Michelle held his ears, but she didn't know if it was to hold him close or push him away. She leaned her head further and further back as she felt her legs start to shake. Then she gasped as she felt it. Something inside her letting go, and she went bright red in horror. James snorted as something salty poured into his mouth. Kneeling between her legs, there was no where for either of them to go as he jerked back and a yellow cascade splashed over his muzzle and shirt. She whimpered as she reached down to try and stop the flow, but it was impossible, and her fingers only made her splatter them both with her hot, salty scent.

Slowly the flow trickled to drips. Michelle felt too mortified to even breathe. James stared up at her, the front of his fur slicked from his nose down the lighter fur of his chest, to his hard little cock. He knelt in a small puddle of her scent, looking at her confusedly. On one hand, he knew getting peed on was supposed to be bad and gross and stuff. On the other, he licked the wet off his nose and didn't find it really all that bad. And she watched in amazement and gave a little moan as he leaned up and firmly licked between her still dripping folds, cleaning her as wolf cubs were cleaned.

She had to be blushing straight to her toes as she stared at him kneeling between her thighs. "S...sorry..." she whispered. James smiled and touched her thigh gently. He didn't understand what happened; only that she'd stayed with him through it all.

Then the door to the stall clicked open and the janitor, Mr. Paulsen, looked in with a curious expression. His eyes wandered from the blood to his pulled down pants to her bared cunny to the puddle of urine around his knees. "Tisk... looks like I've got quite a bit to clean up here." He walked to the sink, wetting two towels and handing them to them. "Get most of that off your fur and then get home. You can both walk, right?" At their stunned and mortified nods he smiled, "Good. I'll square things with the nurse." When they'd gotten most of the ick off them he ushered them out. "Take care."

As they scampered out the janitor smiled slowly and purred. He stepped into the toilet stall and undid his jeans. Slowly his hand wrapped around his shaft as he closed his eyes and inhaled both their scents. His eyes rolls into the back of his head as he panted and his cockhead darkened. Finally he gasped and thick, ropy sperm erupted from the fluted tip of his cock. It decorated the walls right above the cub's crimson and yellow. Finally he took a deep breath, tucked his shrinking erection away, and took out a bottle of bleach as he whistled a happy tune.