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The perils and dramatics of living with busy parents sometimes falls heavily upon children. Ben being one of them. His busy parents, always away on trips, or taking him along for his own good, he didn't lead that normal of a life. Fortunately, he had a friend in this, Rose, a small little vixen with the deepest green eyes he had ever seen. Her parents as well were always busy, and in fact, worked closely with Ben's parents. The two of them supported each other as their parents went off to wherever odd and obscure country they needed to go to, and more then once, the two found themselves in the same situation, oftentimes very confused. This recounts one of their more interesting encounters, as stresses within both of their families run high.

Ben nervously approached his parent's office, trying not to make a sound. It didn't matter, they wouldn't notice anyway. Clutching his light brown tail, he slowly pushed open the door. His parents were still working, even at this late hour. He stood there for a moment, nervously wringing his tail in his hands, wondering what to do. All that he really wanted was for them to notice him, acknowledge him somehow, tell him that they cared about him.

"Yes?"

He looked up to see his father staring down at him, a look of worry, tension, stress and productivity on his face.

"Did you want something?"

Ben tried to remember why he had come in, but realized he didn't know exactly what his excuse was.

"I was wondering when you were done working," he said softly.

"Done working?" his father asked almost as a joke. His mother took no notice, but simply kept working. "Does it look like we'll be done soon?"

Ben shook his head.

"Then don't bother us," his father said defiantly and turned away. Ben nodded, and stood there for a few seconds, almost in a daze. Then he ran out of the office and upstairs.

Closing his door softly, he leaned against it and took a few deep breaths. All he wanted was their approval, all he wanted was for them to take notice of him. He ran a hand through his light brown fur and blinked a few times before looking to the window. He could see the neighboring house clearly, mostly dark, except for a few lights that cast sepia shadows down the halls.

Jumping up, he ran to the window and opened it, the cool June breeze brushing across his face. Crouching on the windowsill, he gauged the distance to the tall maple tree before making the jump. Soaring through the air, he landed gracefully on the branch, before scrambling to the trunk for support. He wasn't the strongest fox around, but he was agile, and quick, perfect for scampering through the trees towards the house. He knew that he could count on Rose to be there for him whenever he needed her, and she knew the same. At this time, he needed her so bad, he thought that he would burst. Scampering through the many trees that ruled the neighborhood, he eventually came to a window and gently eased his fingers under the sill.

Opening it, he swiftly stole inside finding himself in a storage room he knew well from his many visits. Rose always left the window unlocked, just for this case. Stepping into the dark hall, a small motion activated light came on, spilling green light upwards. It didn't matter, her parents were downstairs, absorbed in work just like his own parents.

He came to her room and stopped, noticing that the door was open and her bedside light was on.

"R-Rose?" he asked softly, wondering if she had fallen asleep. Hearing no answer, he stepped into her room.

"Rose?" he asked again, looking around. It was deserted. Looking around for his one and only true friend, he wondered where she could have gone. Stepping out into the hall again, he saw light spilling out from under a door down the hall. The shower was on.

Frowning slightly, he made his way towards it, still unsure of why. Rose was an only child, like he was. Her room was deserted and the shower was on, she must be in there! Yet he kept walking, kept softly making his way to the door.

Without a soft scraping noise that made him clench his teeth, he turned the knob and slowly opened the door. Peeking his head inside, he looked towards the shower, seeing it on, and very much occupied. Okay, Rose was in there, so why did he have to keep looking, just to make sure? The answer evaded him as he kept his eyes glued to the curtain, wondering all the while. Abruptly, a hand reached out from the side, searching for something by the sink. Soft brown fur and a white undertone confirmed the issue, yet Ben still stood there, watching.

Finally, Rose stopped searching and stuck her head out to see where it was. She didn't notice Ben, as the angle was too great, but Ben noticed her, and knew that he probably shouldn't be watching her, even thought he could only see her head and arm. Frowning, she reached out more, trying to get a bottle conditioner, but to no avail, only revealing more and more of her wondrously sculpted body.

Ben stared. Stared and stared like he had never seen what he was seeing, which, in truth, he hadn't. For some reason, the sight of her upper body, exposed and dripping wet, made something click in him. Maybe it was her underdeveloped breasts, the way the water dripped around her nipples, or simply the sight of her standing there.

She turned her head and they locked eyes.

Two seconds passed.

With a bang, Ben slammed the door, his face flushing with embarrassment.

"Ben, wait!" he heard Rose cry, but he didn't hear. Running into her room, he flung himself down on the floor, curling up in the corner. He didn't know why he was so ashamed of what he had seen, but he had. It was just so... he didn't really know, but he knew it was wrong. Sitting there, his head down on his knees, he suddenly became aware of a curious sensation flushing through it. It wasn't the embarrassment, but something else, something deeper, something more. Not only that, but something about that encounter had made his pants tent out a bit, his willy all of a sudden a little firm. It wasn't hard, like it sometimes got, but just a little firm. This time, thought, he knew it was from what just happened. Reaching down, he ran his hand over the small little bulge in his pants, and shivered, reveling as that feeling grew within him.

"Ben?"

His head whipped around, and saw Rose standing in the doorway, the glow from her bedside lamp washing over her, a towel wrapped around her body. He looked away, ashamed that he had seen her before. Timidly, Rose stepped into the room, closing the door behind her, and sat down next to him, keeping her towel definitively wrapped around herself.

"I'm sorry," Ben managed to whisper, almost half hoping she didn't hear him.

"For what?" Rose whispered back, even though she knew what had happened.

"I knew I wasn't supposed to be looking..." Ben said weakly. "But I just...well I don't know but I couldn't stop."

Rose didn't say anything and sat back against the wall. Her thoughts played back to just a few minutes ago, when she had seen Ben looking at her wet, dripping body. For some reason, she felt funny thinking about that, as a warm feeling spread through her.

"Is there something else wrong?" she asked, putting a hand on his arm. Ben nodded, as she knew he would and turned a little more open to her.

"It's my parents again," he confessed. "I just needed to be with someone who cared."

Rose smiled timidly, feeling the same.

"I'm glad you came," she said softly. "And it's no big deal what just happened."

"Really?" he asked, looking up into her deep green eyes.

She nodded, looking in to the boyish face. He smiled, and all at once hugged her close. She gasped, feeling her towel slip a bit, but managed to catch it and hugged him back.

"I'm so lucky to have you as a friend," he said, still in the embrace.

"Me too," she said, closing her eyes in sincerity.

They held each other for a while, close in the embrace before Rose became aware of something. Breaking free of the embrace, she looked down to see a small budge in Ben's pants. With an ashamed twinge, Ben realized what she was staring at and furiously turned away, trying to force himself into the wall in embarrassment.

"Sorry, sorry," he whimpered, squeezing his eyes shut as if it would make it go away.

"Ben, Ben!" Rose said, catching his shoulder. "You didn't do anything, I just-"

"B-but you..." he trailed off, unable to bring himself to mention it. Gently, Rose put a hand on his shoulder and turned him to face her.

"I just wanted to know," she said timidly. "Curious."

"Curious?" Ben repeated softly. She nodded, as silence overtook the scene. They sat there for a while, each pondering what the other would say, secretly wondering, even more secretly hoping. Finally, Rose broke the silence and revealed that secret hoping.

"M-may I?"

Ben stared at her, a mixture of fear, wonder, hope and curiosity spreading through him. Looking away, he thought for a bit, wondering what could come of it, yet not knowing. At only twelve, none of them had gone through puberty yet, and because of their parent's lifestyles, all they knew was that boys had some parts girls didn't have, and girls had some parts boys didn't have. Other than that, their knowledge of the opposite's bodies ended. Curiosity...

He looked up into her eyes and nodded.

Silently, both of them stood up and made their way to Rose's bed, sitting on the edge of it. It was a bunk bed, and that combined with the gentle glow of her bedside lamp gave the whole situation a cozy feel. Gently, Rose pried Ben's hands away from his partial erection, still keeping one hand on her towel. The small tent was revealed slowly, as Rose reached out a hesitant hand towards it. There was something within her, something within both of them that was waking, charging towards the surface, filling them with feelings that none of them knew about since. Looking up into Ben's eyes, she softly rested a finger upon the budge.

With an explosion of feeling, Ben felt warmth shoot up into the rest of his body from between his legs, feeling like he was submersed in warm bubbly water. Rose watched his reaction nervously, as she too felt warmth spread up from between her legs, betraying her inner thoughts. Going even further, she laid two fingers across his slowly growing tent, before finally resting her whole hand upon it. They sat there for a while, their bodies heating up the air around them, both of them experiencing feelings they'd had never before.

With painstaking slowness, Rose withdrew her hand, her breath shaky, her whole form almost trembling from what just happened.

"C-can I see it?"

Ben looked up, his breathing quickened.

"But don't you..." he trailed off awkwardly. "Well, know?"

She looked away and shook her head nervously.

"That's why I'm curious," she said softly.

Ben looked away as well. She was his best friend, his only friend, and had always been there for him. And secretly, he desired her touch as well, even just her sight upon him. Desired it like it was the flow of life.

Rose sat still, wondering if she had pressed him too hard, if her curiosity had gotten the better of her. But that was the problem. Her curiosity had gotten the better of her. Some unseen thing had pushed her as far as she had gone, to the point where she couldn't go back.

"Ben I'm sorry," she whispered, turning to face him. "It's just that I-"

She stopped, as she saw him staring at her, a look in his eyes that she had never seen.

"Will you?" he asked.

She was almost at a loss for words as they stared at each other, boy and girl, fox and vixen, friend and friend, until she slowly started to move her hands down his chest. He suppressed a small gasp of pleasure as she hooked her thumbs under his running shorts, and even his underwear, and slowly pulled them down.

Rose's eyes widened in realization as Ben's firm sheath was exposed, her mouth open in surprise, as feeling spread through her, radiating up from between her legs. She looked up at him.

"I didn't know it looked... like that," she said softly, feeling how even the words sounded naughty. Slowly, she reached back towards it, only to find Ben's hand meet hers. They interlaced their fingers, sharing that feeling of each other's fur.

"Curious?" Ben said softly, a faint glimmer of a smile playing over his lips. Rose didn't say anything he gently guided her hand down to between his legs.

Neither of them could help it. They both gasped, in unison, as Rose's hand curled around his sheath. Almost instantly, she could feel it pulsating, as his willy grew with every second that passed.

"Why does it do that?" she asked nervously, almost embarrassed, yet at this point, embarrassment meant nothing.

"I-I don't know," Ben admitted, his breath broken and jagged from her touch.

"Are you okay?" she asked worriedly, hearing him and letting go. "Do you-"

"No, no," he assured. "It's just...it makes me feel so, warm."

Slowly, her hand returned. It was fascinating to her, everything about it. The soft, oh ever so soft fur around the base of his sheath, and the now stiff willy in her hands. She looked below it to find a small furry pouch, and moved her hand down to cup it, feeling the two round objects within. Wondering, she looked up to see Ben, a look of almost pure ecstasy upon his face.

"Does it, does it feel..." she whispered.

He broke out of his trance breathing heavily and nodding.

"It feels like sunshine and honey," he breathed as she withdrew her hand away and moved even closer to him until the sides of their hips touched. The room was warm, almost hot, and the humid June air didn't help. Ben took a few breaths, feeling the weight of what they just did come heavily upon him. They had crossed that sacred line. She had breeched that special barrier set forth as an unspoken rule to all children. Everything that had happened spoke of forbiddances...yet at the same time, a type of fiery passion that none of them could explain. It went beyond just a simple friendship, or even a likeness. It was almost....

He looked up, suddenly aware of a scent lingering in the humid air. It was, well, like nothing he had smelled before, rich and full, telling.

"Do you..." he started and looked to Rose before stopping. She was breathing heavily, legs very obviously clenched together.

"I'm sorry," she whispered. "I-I think that's me."

Ben didn't say anything for a while.

"Is it your...your, other parts?"

Rose sat statue still for a few seconds, before giving the smallest of timid nods. Ben turned away, surprised, and suddenly aware of another feeling, almost like a need, a want, a...passion.

"I don't know either," he said softly, looking away towards her bedside lamp, the only source of light in the dark room.

She looked at him.

"Know what?"

He didn't look away from the lamp.

"Know what girls...well, have down, down there."

An awkward silence stretched between them as Rose realized what he was talking about.

"Did you want to find out?" she asked as he looked back towards her. "Curious?"

He gave a small nod as it was her turn for the smallest flicker of a smile to cross her face. Looking towards the one hand that still kept her long towel around her torso, she took a breath and let go.

Ben's eyes widened in wonder as her towel fell down her torso, and her chest was exposed. Every illustrious curve, every tone in her gorgeous fur, her small, underdeveloped breasts so perfect, so beautiful. As if on impulse, he reached out and gently ran a hand through her fur, feeling the shape of her body within his hands. Her eyes closed in pleasure just from his touch, and yet she wanted more, wanted that feeling to intensify, wanted whatever it was, wanted everything, wanted him.

She opened her eyes as he stopped and planted her own hands on the bed. Her towel still covered that which she wanted Ben to see most.

Pushing herself backwards, she watched Ben's eyes as slowly, almost painstakingly slowly, the rest of her naked body was revealed to the warm air. With a short intake of breath, she felt her slit exposed and heard Ben truly gasp as he saw it. All at once, he felt his willy pulse and a wave of warmth spread through him.

Already, it was moist, and a wave of pheromones hit him in the face, forcing his eyes closed in feeling.

Pushing the towel away, she sat there, naked on the bed, feeling Ben's gaze upon her.

"I'm too..." she heard him start to say, but he got no further.

"You're too what?" she asked.

"It's too hot," he gasped. "I can't stay like-"

"Shhhhh," she whispered nervously, as if her parents working downstairs would even hear. "Let me."

He looked to her, but she already had his shirt up. Within seconds, he sat there as well, naked, their warm bodies radiating heat into the air. Rose had her eyes closed, as if afraid, yet eager of what might come next. Ben was nervous, although of what he didn't know. He could feel Rose's heat washing over him, almost a sign of her passion, as well as the now almost intoxicating scent in the air. His breathing increased, as he felt another pulse of pleasure shoot through his willy, yet it was nothing of what was to come next.

"Ben," Rose said, eyes still closed. He looked towards her.

"I need..." She whispered, but didn't get any further.

"Need what?" Ben asked, as the scent grew in the air.

Rose looked as if she was about so say something, but in the end, she didn't say anything. In one rash movement, she reached over to Ben's trembling hands and took one, brining it over and firmly placing it over her warm slit.

"Ohhhhhhhh," she moaned, almost falling backwards from the sensation. Ben's eyes widened in surprised as he felt shivers of pleasure shot up his arms and danced along his back. It was so perfect, everything about it. He could feel the slick juices wetting his fingers, the smoothest and softest fur imaginable around it. With a sharp gasp, Rose suddenly clenched her legs together. Never before had she felt such intense pleasure. She didn't even know that it was possible. How was it that the once unnoticed portion of her body yielded to her wonders unimaginable.

With a gasp of surprise, Ben felt her legs squeeze in around his hand, forcing it into the warm flesh. He almost cried out as his whole body shook in unison with Rose's from the intense pleasure both of them were receiving. Ben could only pause in wonder at how Rose must be feeling in comparison to his hand pressed deeply against her warm folds. And though he didn't go any further then that, he felt that there was something more, something deeper.

Suddenly both of them fell back onto the bed, breathing heavily as if exhausted, which in truth, they somewhat were. For a while the lay like that, the hot air swirling around them, staring up at the bed above them. But eventually that silence was broken.

"R-rose?" Ben asked softly.

"Yes?" Rose answered.

"I was just, wondering," he started timidly. "H-have you, ever, well, you know, felt down..."

He trailed off and turned his head to look at Rose. She stayed quiet for a bit, but eventually turned to him.

"No, not really," she said. "Why?"

"I felt something down....down," he couldn't seem to bring himself to say it. "I felt something else down in your slit."

They didn't say anything for a while, but both of them could feel the effects of those simple naughty words running through them.

"Something, good?" Rose asked.

Ben nodded.

"It felt like an... opening," he said awkwardly. "Have you ever..."

Rose shook her head. Ben didn't say anything for a while.

"Do you mind if, if I?" he asked timidly.

Again Rose shook her head, but Ben saw everything in her deep greens. They were beckoning him forward, practically asking him to explore her deepest secrets and he was more then happy to oblige. He scooted as close as he could to her, reveling in the feeling of their warm sides against each other.

Without either of them getting up, Ben slowly reached his hand over and once again placed on her wet slit. She gasped, arching her back as Ben slowly started to sink his fingertips into her. But even before he had done any exploring something happened that none of them expected.

With a short scream of sensation, Rose sat bolt upright, her chest heaving, eyes fluttering in pleasure. Ben sat up as well, almost worried something had gone wrong.

"What is it? Are you okay," he whispered, nervously glancing towards the door, even though he knew it would remain closed.

"Y-yes..." she breathed, the world sliding in and out of focus. Gently, Ben eased an arm around her as they both slowly laid back down on the bed. Carefully, Ben resumed his activities although once again brushed over that small nub at the top of her slit. This time, Rose was ready, and though it sent waves of pleasure radiating up through her body, she was able control it.

"That," she whispered. "That was it."

Ben nodded next to her, making note of that special place. Gathering his actions once again, he pressed deeper. Just like before, he felt that opening within her, although this time, he was ready to explore it more. By now, his fingers were covered with her natural lubricant, making it easier for him to go deeper. The first thing he noticed was how hot it was, and no doubt the warm air around them wasn't helping. He felt the soft flesh around him, rippling and convulsing around his fingers in ways that made his willy jump in the air. It defiantly was a passage, a tunnel that went inside of her for reasons he did not know. How far, or what else it was for he did not know.

Rose gave a slight jump next to him and placed her far arm around his shoulders, still lost in sensation. She could feel it's shape as well, although was too lost in sensation to realize anything else. With wide eyes, Ben felt her arm around him, felt her body so close to his, felt her heart gently beating. It was then that he realized why he was enjoying this so much. It probably even was the reason that this was giving him so much pleasure. It was because of her, because of Rose and all that she meant to him. Even just the act of pleasuring her made him feel so...warm. But it went deeper then just this feeling. It was a passion, a devotion, a yearning that he had been searching for all his life. And here he was, with her body next to his, savoring the feelings he was giving her.

It was love.

As if that mere thought influenced them both, Ben suddenly stopped his actions and both of them wrapped their arms around each other, clenching their eyes shut in the moment. It was the same for both of them, for Rose as well had been searching for this passion, this devotion, and yearning, only to find it next to her at that moment.

"I am so lucky to have you," Ben whispered, his eyes wet in emotion.

"Me too," she whispered back, as feelings ran strong through her.

For what could have been hours, but was only minutes, they lay there, enjoying the feeling of the other so close to them. They might have laid like that until the moon had set on the horizon, but something interrupted their thoughts.

With a gasp, both of them suddenly broke apart, shivers of new feelings flowing through them.

"What happened?" Rose breathed.

"I-I don't know," Ben stuttered. "We were just..." He trailed off as both of them looked down at their hips and realized what had happened to them.

"They just must have-" Rose started.

"Touched," Ben finished for her. They stayed silent for a while as a new thought came to them. One so utterly simple that they wondered why they hadn't thought of it before. Looking into each others eyes, they both saw the same look in them, saw the same reassurance, saw exactly what they wanted to see.

Wordlessly, both of them shifted around on the bed a bit, turning on their sides and lining themselves up. Amazingly, they were almost exactly the same height. Slowly, Ben eased himself closer and closer, his stiff willy inching towards her wet slit. With a feeling like lightning shooting up through their bodies, the very tip of Ben's willy grazed the warm opening. Both gasped, but quickly regrouped, as they prepared for what they knew was to be the most intense feelings they had ever felt in their lives.

"Rose!"

Both of them froze, arms tensed around each other.

"Rose get down here!" her father shouted up the stairs.

The two of them looked at each other, a mixture of fear, loss and sadness in their eyes.

"You have to get out of here," Rose whispered. As if that was the cue, both of them suddenly leaped off the bed. With lightning speed, Ben pulled on his clothes, accidentally putting his shirt on backwards as Rose threw on whatever she could find.

"What do they want?" Ben asked hurriedly, unlatching her window.

"I don't know," she admitted fearfully as her father pounded on the wall below them to get her attention. "When will I see you again?"

Ben was already halfway out the window as she rushed towards him, catching his hand in hers. With sadness written upon his face, he stared back into her deep green eyes, unspoken emotions crossing between them.

"Just close your eyes," he whispered. "No one can take me from you."

And with that, he was gone, soaring through the air with skill only he possessed.

Rose watched him catch onto a branch and swing up into the trees, easily dancing along the boughs until reaching his own house. It was almost watching a piece of her soul go as Rose stood there, lost in thoughts.

Eventually, however, cruel reality returned as she heard footsteps pound up the stairs. Hurriedly, she closed her window and grabbed a book, opening it and pretending to be reading deeply just in time as the door burst open.

"There you are," her father fumed. "What are you, deaf?"

She fearfully shook her head, trying to act as surprised as she could.

"W-what do-" she stared.

"Your mother and I need to talk to you about a business trip," he informed. She just sat there, not knowing what to say.

"Jeez, what's wrong with you?" her father practically shouted. "What are you, dreaming? Come on!"

He stormed out of the room, fully expecting her to follow.

She sat there for a few seconds, feeling the blows come heavily upon her. With a short intake of breath, she suddenly rested her head in her hands and started to cry, softly but crying all the same.

Not a hundred feet from her, Ben sat in his own room, tears trickling down his face as well as he stared out his window.

They were specks of light among darkness, hope among adversity, love among hatred, and nothing could take that from them.