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Tired and aching, Justin walked along the sidewalk toward his neighborhood. The twelve-year-old wolf pup wanted nothing more than to take a nap like he was back in kindergarten. As he entered the code to the gate of the cul-de-sac where he lived, he was met as he always was by the house of Cannon, the old Colonel.

Inside, he knew full well, his friends were already gathered in the great big mostly-empty house. Their first day of school had ended much earlier than his. They were all still in elementary school, while he had moved on to junior-high.

Though the desire for a nap had not yet left his mind, he found himself wondering toward the front door of the old Colonel's home. Cannon was a very old, very reclusive man. He had lived in the neighborhood since before any of the kids were born or moved in. For a while, he had served as their collective baby-sitter while their parents went to work. But as he aged he became more reclusive, even toward the kids.

Now, his house was more a hangout for them. He kept mostly downstairs in his room or in the kitchen, while they occupied the entire upstairs. In a way, it was a blessing. They could be as loud as they wanted, since the Colonel was hard-of-hearing. They played games and music and rough-housed all the time, and only had to stop when one of their parents came and told them all to go home.

Justin opened the door--for it was never locked--and took off his shoes and sloughed off his backpack. He went toward the kitchen, hoping to see the Colonel on one of his rare appearances. He liked the old hound a lot, and always wanted to hear a story or two. But alas the kitchen was dark and silent.

Above his head, however, it was not. Thunderous thumps pounded across the ceiling, followed by a final bump, like something had been dropped. Sighing, Justin made his way up the stairs, and turned left toward the big open room. The door was shut, as it sometimes was, and he rested his hand upon the knob.

"Oh my god, Brittany, shut--"

A girlish huff of surprise quickly lanced about the somewhat spartan room. Justin looked down at Ashly. It hadn't felt like she bumped into him at all, but she looked up at him a little dazed. His eyes swept down. Her legs were slightly split, the left knee upright while the right flat on the ground. He caught a glimpse behind the veil of her skirt, at the light pink fabric against her skin.

Ashly folded her left knee over and made to stand, but only got halfway before pushing past him. "Hi, Justin," she said meekly, as she ran into the hallway.

He watched as she went toward the bathroom, eyes focused on her cotton-tail bobbing up and down with each shuffle of her bare feet.

"Justin!"

"Oof!" The wolf's hand was aggressively nabbed by Brittany. She pulled him into the room, where the other three were waiting. After she practically threw him onto the sectional and he had a moment to calm the rolling in his eyes--and to push the image of Ashly out of his attention--he finally managed to mutter, with weariness: "Hey, Brittany."

While Brittany took a seat at the center curve of the sectional, pulling her red tail up across her lap to cover the hem of her skirt, Kailey took her usual spot on the ottoman that matched the space in front of the sitters. The skunkette would more than love to sit on the couch, but with the lack of room coupled with... other natural things, she was reluctant.

"I thought you would be in school all day." The skunkette commented.

"Maybe if he was in higher school," Lauren spoke, her voice coupled with the sound of scissors cutting through construction paper.

Alexis, Lauren's fraternal twin-sister, finished the idea: "Yeah, but he's only in middler school." She set down the glue in her hand and brushed glitter from her black fur. "You're gonna tell us about it all, right Justy?"

"Sure," Justin said. "I'll wait till Ashly gets back, though."

"Oh I'll bet," Brittany said slyly, running a hand through her hair.

"Hmm?" Justin asked, "Is something wrong? I heard a bunch of noises--I was afraid you guys'd wake The Colonel."

"You look really tired, Juss," Kailey commented, more to try and steer the topic of conversation. "You have P.E. last period, don't you?"

"Well, duh Kailey," the vixen rolled her eyes, "He's wearing gym clothes."

"Hey, it was a first day for all of us," the skunkette spoke sternly, "I just don't want anyone else feeling stressed out, okay?"

Somehow Justin got the picture he had walked in on a fight earlier. Kailey was right, too. Everyone's summer was officially over, and after the first day of school it was always really bitter-sweet. On one hand you got to see lots of people again, but on the other you didn't get to just goof off.

Although the twins seemed to be handling the transition to third grade pretty easily. Kailey had moved to fourth, along with Ashly, and Brittany had moved to fifth. Justin, however, had moved onto sixth grade, and with it a new school and a different schedule.

"Why don't you guys tell me some things about your days 'till Ashly gets back?" The wolf pup suggested.

The twins immediately set down their projects and ran to the couch, "We have your old teacher!" They both announced.

* * *

Ashly held onto the knob of the bathroom door for a little while after she shut it. Her heart was pounding, but not from the anger she held before. Sometimes, Brittany just knew how to push her buttons. It didn't help she had a terrible first day!

She let go and went to the toilet, sitting on it clothed. Her eyes began to get teary. She was looking forward to seeing Justin. Something about him not being at the same school just made her miss him. Life was so much simpler when it was just him, her, and Kailey. Back in first grade. The teachers were nicer, the days were more fun, and there wasn't Brittany.

She took in a breath, gripping her left ear in her left hand and rubbing her eyes with the right. It was bad enough that her entire class got to see her underwear, but now it happened again with Justin!

She was never going to wear a skirt again! She should have stayed home, shouldn't have let Kailey convince her to come. She knew Brittany was going to say something about it and now she felt like she was going to be on the front page of the papers!

Her heart pounded as she kept thinking about it. The way she saw his eyes dip downward. But it was weird; she didn't get angry at him. She felt like she maybe should have... Maybe she had just gotten so angry at Brit she ran out of it.

Or maybe it was what she saw on him. It was weird, and she only saw a quick glimpse of it. She closed her eyes and tried to think; tried to bring back the image in her head. He was wearing gym clothes. She'd seen them before but that was the first time he wore them. The shirt was white and fit tightly on him. The shorts were blue. They also looked like they fit him a bit snugly. They had a seam running down the middle, but that didn't catch her eye.

It was the bump that drew her eye there. Maybe she just looked there at first because he was looking at the same spot on her, but after that she only saw the bump. It was for a split second but in her head she drew it out to minutes. She wasn't naïve; she knew what the bump was. But... she had never seen it so... noticeable before.

Self-consciously, she pulled the hem of her skirt up and looked down. She suddenly dreaded there was something like that he could have seen about her. But she didn't have a bump or anything obvious like that--wait. She took a finger and opened her thighs just a little. She pressed the digit against her underwear, and immediately blushed.

It was wet. She thought it was darker there because of a shadow but... it was definitely wet. Had she peed? She didn't feel like she had to, but she was a bed-wetter until kindergarten.

Did he see that? Oh god if he did--!

"Ashly?"

She gasped, sitting upright. The gentle raps at the door were muffled by the sound of her beating heart trying to force its way through her throat. "Y--yeah?" She tried to calm herself. It was Kailey at the door. Her best girlfriend wouldn't tease her, she knew, but sometimes it was terrible to know someone who could read you like a book.

"Justin's gonna tell us about his day."

"O--okay..." She bit her lip. "I'll be there in... in a minute..."

"Try to hurry," the skunkette said, moving her mouth to the seam of the door and lowering her voice: "He's waiting for you." She smiled to herself as she spoke, and moved away from the door. Maybe with Justin here, Ashly would start to feel better. Certainly he would keep Brittany in check--he always did. She just hoped he wasn't too tired.

When Kailey reentered their little clubhouse, Brittany was telling about how she won a little game her teacher had them play. While the twins described their day with excitement, and Kailey described her own without any kind of real twist, Brittany made ever-so-sure to include all of her successes and details.

Kailey wondered, as she often did, if Brittany was just trying to fit in with the group. She had only moved into the neighborhood a few months before the summer break. All summer she had gotten along with everyone fairly well, up until the last little bit when she started really pestering Ashly.

But, Kailey knew, deep in her gut, it was Justin. Specifically, Brittany liked Justin. And not just liked, she liked-liked him. The problem was: Ashly did, too. Kailey was admitted to that by Ashly herself; she wasn't entirely sure if that's how Brittany felt. But she had noticed that Brittany seemed... almost threatened by Ashly.

It wouldn't be so obvious if Brittany acted the same way toward Kailey herself. That was what really made it clear. While Kailey liked the wolf as a friend, even a little like a brother in some ways, she didn't like-like him. So Brittany didn't see her as a threat, and therefore she wasn't targeted like Ashly was.

Kailey looked toward the door, eager to have Ashly return. She was genuinely curious about Justin's day, but more or less just wanted everyone to be together again. Maybe they would play a videogame after they were done talking--that usually made things better. Ashly loved to watch Justin play, so it would cheer the bunny's ears right up again.

The doorknob scraped.

"Ashly's back!" Lauren announced, her white feline tail twitching with excitement. "Now Justy can tell us what middler school is like!"

"It's about time!" Brittany said. "What were you doing in there, knitting a sweater?"

Ashly, with her ears down as if trying to make herself as small as a mouse, mumbled, "I was just in the bathroom..." She sat at the far end of the couch, opposite the side Justin sat.

"When ya gotta go," Alexis said, letting her hand-wave finish the sentence, instead of her sister.

"Well, we were waiting for you to get back so Justin could tell us about his day." The vixen explained; even though it was obvious. She moved, getting on her knees and reaching over, squeezing his shoulder. "So c'mon, tell us already!"

Justin thought for a second that the gesture was really odd. He looked at her for just a second; she smiled back at him. Then, almost without thought, his eye went to her shirt. It was bellowed down, and he could see inside the neck-hole. Before she set back, he caught a glimpse of her bare chest, in particular the pink nub of her left nipple buried in the white of her fur.

The wolf pup swallowed. "Well...uh... Middle school is way different. First of all, the teachers stay in one room and we all have to walk to the different rooms. It's really confusing, and I got lost a few times. But I wasn't the only one, so the teachers didn't mark us for being tardy."

"That's good," Kailey said. "That'd be pretty mean if they did."

"Yeah." Justin said, and then shifted in his seat. "It's kinda fun having more than one teacher..."

Ashly lapsed for a moment. She watched and listened as he talked about a few of his teachers, but he kept shifting on the couch. Once, he shifted and his shirt rode up. She saw the short, light-gray fur of his tummy, and just barely the bottom of his belly-button. But certainly, she saw the elastic band of his underwear.

Her cheeks felt warm. She quickly looked about. The twins were on his every word, fascinated by this alien place that they wouldn't experience for years yet. Kailey was shaking her foot, listening but always with her distantly interested expression.

Reluctantly, her eyes fell on Brittany while she asked about the different choices in cafeteria food. She was sitting sideways on the couch, facing him, watching him and listening so intently. He looked at her as he answered the question she asked.

A pang shot through Ashly. She couldn't tell what it was. She felt her stomach start to boil. She wished she was where Brittany was, looking like how Brittany looked. Pretty, fluffy, relaxed. Why did she have to have such big ears, and big feet, and big stupid bucked-teeth?

Her tongue idly licked the back of them as she took her eyes off the vixen. She went back to Justin. He shifted again, and then as he settled, her attention went where it had been before, after she had slammed into him.

The lump in his shorts. It seemed to shift little by little. She wondered why she hadn't noticed it before; and why she practically couldn't take her eyes away from it now.

"Ashly? Are you okay?"

Suddenly, all eyes were on her. She looked at Alexis, and her lips fell open a little. "H...Huh?" She asked dumbly.

"Your face is all red. Do you have a feeber?" Both felines pointed at their cheeks.

"Guys," Kailey said through her teeth. "It's not nice to point that stuff out."

"They're just concerned." Brittany said, also taking on a concerned tone. "If you're feeling sick, Ash, why not go home?"

The rabbit looked at Kailey. "I'm not sick," she said. "I just... I dunno... How am I supposed to know when my face goes red?"

Brittany half-smiled. "Embarrassed about something?"

"No. I just... feel a bit hot. Like, y'know, when you just haven't gotten used to the room yet."

"But you've been in here for like five minutes."

"I understand," Justin said.

"Y...you do?" Ashly asked.

"Well, yeah," he smiled. "You've always been really sensitive to temperature. Plus, it's just easier to see when you have white fur. All the kids at gym class with white fur turned red when they were working out."

"Oh..."

"Speaking of gym class," Brittany said. "That's where you left off. Tell us about it; why do you have to wear that silly outfit?"

"It's not silly!"

The twins looked a little nervous as Ashly snapped her words out.

"Maybe she means it's silly that he has to change," Kailey pointed out. "I mean, it's kinda weird right? Why do you have to change into different clothes just because you're in sixth grade?"

"Because," Justin said, leaning forward. "We do a lot more than just the warm-ups, and it's for a while longer, too. I never sweat in P.E. until today."

"Really?" Brittany said, and then suddenly crawled across the couch. She leaned in close to him, before he could even react, and took in a deep sniff just a few inches away from his neck.

Justin felt his nerves tingle. He felt like he was excited, but he didn't know why. When Brittany opened her eyes, he looked directly into them.

"Yep." Was all she said, before settling back. "Well... you told us about your day... and we all told you about ours... oh wait! No we didn't. Ash still needs to tell you about her day."

"Why don't we play a game, now?" Kailey spoke up.

Justin looked back and forth between Brittany and Kailey as they spoke in turn, and then looked at Ashly. He was pretty sure what Kailey was doing, so he opted to follow her lead. "Actually, yeah. I think I'm not that tired anymore." He got up and went toward the TV. "What should we play? Mario Party?"

"I know a game." Brittany said.

Justin pulled out the game he mentioned. "Which one?"

"It's not a videogame," she stated mysteriously.

"...You wanna play a board game?" Kailey tried to guess.

"Nope."

"Tell us!"

"What is it?"

Brittany stroked her tail. "I played it at recess today with a few friends I met. It's called 'Truth or Dare'."

The twins exchanged glances. "What's that?"

"Yeah, how do you play?"

"I can't tell ya unless we decide to play it," Brittany stated.

"Okay," Justin said. "We'll take a vote. Everyone who wants to play Mario Party, raise your hand."

He, Kailey, and Ashly raised their hands.

"And... 'Truth or Dare'..."

Even as he said it he already knew what was going to happen. The twins eagerly raised their hands, along with Brittany. He sighed. "Okay, uh..." He looked at the TV stand. On it was a die from a board game that wound up there, along with other pieces. He picked it up. "I'll roll the dice. If it lands on an even number, we play Mario. Deal?"

Everyone nodded.

The wolf pup set the game down on the floor and cupped the die in his hand. He shook it in the enclosed ball he made, and then let it drop onto the floor, stepping away from it. Everyone leaned in to see the number.

Three was the charm.

"It's odd," Kailey declared.

"'Truth or Dare'! 'Truth or Dare'!" The twins said, each hopping up and down.

"Okay, okay," Kailey said, and then lost a bit of energy in her voice she turned to the vixen. "Brittany... tell us how to play."

"Okay, first, we all have to sit on the floor."

"C...can't we just sit here?" Ashly asked.

"Huh-uh we gotta be on the floor."

The twins quickly dashed off the couch and took Justin by the hands, leading him over toward the open space on the floor. They sat on either side of him, and Kailey sat a little off to the side of the white twin.

"Come on!" Brittany urged Ashly, tugging the rabbit by the hand. She led the way to the floor, and sat directly opposite Justin, placing her tail again over her lap.

Ashly was the only one who had to awkwardly kneel. The twins and Kailey were wearing shorts and pants, and she didn't have a nice bushy tail she could use to block her skirt. And she wasn't about to embarrass herself for a third time, in the same exact way, in a single day.

"Okay, so, here are the rules. One person is 'it', but it's not like tag. The person that's 'it' gets to pick someone and ask them: 'Truth or Dare'. The person they pick has to decide which they want to do. If they pick truth, they have to answer whatever question the person who's 'it' asks, and give the truth. If they pick 'Dare', they have to do whatever the person who's 'it' tells them to do--or you lose."

"That sounds like fun!" Alexis exclaimed.

"And what happens if you 'lose'?" Kailey questioned.

"Then we get to talk to anyone we want to about what happened in the game. But if you don't lose, we can't say a thing."

"You played this at recess?" Justin questioned. He'd never heard of something like this.

"Yeah!" The vixen said. "It was fun! I dared someone to walk around like a chicken." She smiled coyly. "Besides: the dice came up odd."

"Well... how do we decide who goes first?"

"Let's let the twins go first," Brittany suggested. "You guys seem to really wanna play."

"Cool!"

"Rock-paper-scissors!"

Immediately the twins' hands went in a furious blur. Even in knowing them for a few years, none of the others could tell how they knew who one or lost or what. Their hands were always too fast to see. But in the end, Lauren won.

"Ha-Ha!" She taunted at her sister.

Alexis stuck her tongue out. It was sharply pink against her black fur.

"So I have to pick someone?" Lauren asked.

"Yep. Ask someone: 'Truth or Dare'."

"Okaaay... Justin!" She stood up, backing away and pointing her finger at the pup. "Truth or Dare?"

The pup shrugged. "Truth I guess."

"Is it true..." The feline thought for a moment or two. "Is it true, that you have to change clothes in a big room with a bunch of other boys!?"

Justin rolled his eyes. "Um...yeah," he replied nonchalantly.

The twins giggled. "Okay... um... Kailey--"

"Hey, hang on Lauren," Brittany intervened. "You've had your turn. Now it's Justin's turn, since you picked him. He's 'it', now."

"Aww..." The kitten sulked as she sat back down.

"I pick... Kailey," he said. "Truth or Dare?"

"Truth." She said.

"Um... Is it true... you take two baths a day?" He asked.

She chuckled. "Well, yeah, it's not a secret. I kinda have to."

Justin shrugged. "Your turn."

"Okay. Alexis: Truth or Dare?"

"Dare!" The little girl said defiantly.

"I dare you..." Kaily made it sound tense. She leaned forward, and spoke a little low. "I dare you, to put both your feet behind your head."

"Pfff!" The black feline motored her lips. "That's easy! Me an Lauren are in ballet!"

"Well then, do it," Brittany said, sticking out her tongue.

"Kay." With only a little bit of effort, the feline, who was already naturally flexible, lifted her left foot up, and then pulled her right. She had a bit of trouble in the last little bit, but finally, she managed to put the pads of both of her feet together, behind her head. "Der!" She said, her voice a bit strained.

"Nice job!" Kailey said.

"Tanks. Ugha--li'l hel'?"

"I'll help," Justin said, helping the feline untangle herself. As he did, a weird thing came into his mind. He imagined Ashly, wearing her skirt, lifting her legs behind her head. He could see her underwear, pink and kind of blending with her white fur.

As Justin sat back into his spot, Ashly's eye caught sight of his bulge. She felt her heart pound. It--it looked like it had gotten bigger. Or maybe she was just imagining things but...

"My turn! Hm... Brittany!"

"What?" The vixen said like she didn't know what was going on.

"Troof er Dare?"

"Oh... what the heck? I'll pick Truth."

"Is it true that..." She quickly looked to her left, and then back at Brittany. "Is it true that you like Justin?"

Ashly's spine stiffened. The question came out so fast. So bluntly. Her mouth went dry. She looked at Brittany, her heart pounding the awkward silence that followed while the vixen just smiled. Why didn't she get asked that question!? Oh god! Would Brittany use this as a chance to admit--

"Of course I like him."

Nooooooo!

"He's a cool friend."

Ashly's ears twitched, and her eyes opened up a little from her slightly cringed expression.

"Nononono," the kitten said, "I meant do you li--"

"Whoa now, Lexi, you had your turn," Kailey interrupted.

The kitten huffed. "But I didn't..." She scrunched up her face. "You guys are so annoying. This game isn't as fun as I thought it was."

"Well it's gotta be fair," Kailey stated. "We have to take turns."

"Who cares about fair?" The black cat pouted to herself.

"Looks like it's my turn then." Brittany said. "Hm... But I just remembered something."

"What?" Kailey questioned.

"Well, I forgot that this game gets boring after a while cuz everyone always picks 'Truth'. I think we should do something a bit different, to make it more fair."

"Like what?" Alexis asked, the notion of fairness from Brittany somehow different than from Kailey.

"Let's use the dice to decide whether or not we do Truth or Dare. That way it's completely random."

"Yeah!"

"No," Kailey said, "That's not really fair."

"But it'll make it more fun!" Lauren spoke up.

"Justin, you agree with me, right?" Brittany asked.

The pup shook his head. "I... I guess. We decided to play the game that way, didn't we?"

Kailey sighed as Brittany ran to get the die. She plopped back down, tail over her lap again, and tossed the die up and down and her hand a few times as she looked about the room. Then she looked to her left. "Hey, Ashly you haven't gone yet."

The rabbit nervously licked the back of her buck-teeth.

"Here." She said, putting the die into the rabbit's hand. "Evens is Truth, odds is Dare."

Ashly felt cornered. Now she really wished she didn't let Kaily to coax her into hanging out today. But she knew if she tried to get out of it now, everyone would be worried about her. At this point, she just didn't want any more attention for the rest of the week.

She took the die. She rolled it in one hand, letting it bounce around against the cup of her palm. When she dropped it, that darned three showed up again.

"Dare!" The twins exclaimed.

Ashly felt her stomach flip.

"Hmm... let's see..." Brittany scratched her white chin. "Ashly. I dare you... to show us your undies."

"Oh that is it Brit!" Kailey growled.

Justin's eyes went wide. "What kind of dare is that?"

The twins exchanged glances.

"Brittany, I'm tired of this. What've you got against Ashly?"

"Nothing!" The vixen said. "That's just the kind of things we dared at recess."

"Oh yeah, but after what happened today?" Kailey shook her head. "That's just mean, Brit."

"What? What happened today?"

"Oh don't play dumb," the skunkette snapped. "You know."

"Hey! What's going on here?" Justin asked. "What's up with you two?"

"Shut! Uuuuuuuuuuuup!"

The shout came from Ashly. Everyone looked at her. She had a red face again, she could tell. Her heart thundered in her chest.

"Ash, you don't have to do this." Kailey stated.

"Why not?" The rabbit said, standing up angrily. "Everyone else got to see it today. What does it matter?" She gripped the hem of her skirt, and pulled it up. "There! Happy!?"

Inside, Ashly was about to cry. But she was also so angry. Somehow, in the back of her head, she knew this was going to happen. As soon as she saw the die land on an odd number she practically saw into the future. So what? She wore underwear, big deal.

And then she looked at Justin. She could tell his eyes were practically fixated on what she revealed behind her skirt. The look on his face was stiff and frozen.

Then she looked at his shorts. It... was getting bigger. Before, the lump had just been noticeable but now... now it was like a tent.

Meekly, she dropped her skirt and set back down. She sat cross-legged, not caring anymore to kneel. Her knees hurt, anyway. She looked at Kailey for a second, swallowing. When she looked back at Justin, he was still looking at her lower region. She realized, as she brought a hand to slightly obscure his line of sight, that he was still able to see up her skirt from the way she was sitting.

"Well?" Brittany asked, and went for the die. She proffered it to the rabbit. "Who you gonna pick?"

"You." The rabbit said with lancing anger.

The vixen shrugged. "Okay." She immediately dropped the die. It landed on five. "Dare."

Ashly didn't think very long at all. "I dare you to show us your undies."

The vixen half-smiled. "Um... I can't."

"Then you lose." The rabbit declared.

"Well... no."

"Well-yes." The rabbit shot back. "You're not gonna do it so you lose."

"It's not that I'm not gonna do it," Brittany said, shaking her head. She stood up quickly and dropped her tail. "It's cuz I'm not wearing any undies."

Justin should have looked away, but he didn't. Why he didn't, he didn't know. Especially not after he saw. Brittany lifted her skirt so casually, like unveiling what was behind door number one. Her red thighs met with the white fur of her groin. The contrasting colors practically told his eyes where to look. From the bottom of her tummy, down to the bottom of the 'V', his eyes soaked in the sight of her groin.

Or rather, what she lacked. He had taken the maturation courses, just like everyone but the twins had. Yet no medical diagram or part of "the talk" had ever described this. The way her legs were slightly parted. The way her groinfur was so short he could see through to her skin. The way that his own body reacted to the sight.

"Your turn, Justin." Brittany said, dropping her skirt. She sat back down, but like Ashly she did not make any effort to sit modestly; unlike Ashly, she did not block his view. "Y'know, since you look so interested and all."

For a second, he wondered what she meant. Was she implying he was supposed to "show her his"? That wasn't going to happen, not without a dare. He picked up the die, and rolled it around in his palm. He knew the stakes. The die left his hand, bouncing across the carpet.

It landed on two.

Inside, he was relieved.

"Truth." He stated.

Brittany smiled. "Whose show did you enjoy more: Ashly's, or mine?"

The pup's hackles raised. "Wh--what do you mean?"

"Both of us showed you what's behind our skirts. Which did you like looking at more? Her undies, or my pussy?"

Lauren looked at her sister. "Did you see a cat?"

Alexis shook her head.

Brittany giggled. "No, not 'pussy-cat', just 'pussy'." The vixen smiled at the two kittens. "I learned that word today. It's another name for a girl's privates." Then she looked at the wolf. "But, Justin still needs to tell the truth."

Justin swallowed. "Um... I don't... know..."

Ashly felt mixed feelings. Her mind thought two different things. On one hand, she felt like it should be an easy choice. Brittany just flat-out flashed him; flashed everyone. She was okay with it, too, like it was something she planned. But on the other hand, it was a little bit good he couldn't choose. It meant it wasn't easy; maybe... did her undies look as good as Brittany's naked... 'pussy'?

Or... maybe he was just scared of taking a side.

"I think that question doesn't count." Kailey spoke up.

"Who asked you?" Brittany scoffed.

"Well, it's Truth or Dare, right? Well, I dunno about you, but I learned that an opinion isn't a truth. So, really, you're asking his opinion, and that shouldn't count."

"But," Brittany said, "If it's his opinion, it's true to him."

"Fine," he said. "I... liked both for different reasons." He said.

"That's not what I asked," Brittany stated flatly. "I asked which one you liked more."

He shrugged. "I liked them both equally."

"That's not--"

"Forget it, Brit. He answered. Now it's his turn."

"Yeah!" The twins spoke up.

"Stop arguing."

"We wanna keep playing."

"It's Justin's turn." Kailey said.

"Roll, Kailey." Justin said, handing the skunkette the die.

She made no show of rolling it, just letting it drop directly to the floor. "Truth." She said.

"Um..." Justin actually had to think for a second. "Is it true that you like action movies more than mushy-mushy ones?"

"Heck yeah!" She pumped her fist in the air. "I can't stand those stupid sappy love-stories. I'll take guns and explosions any day."

The twins giggled. "You also play with dinosaurs instead of dolls."

"Hey, it's not your turn," the skunkette admonished. But it was true.

"Can it be one of our turns?"

"Maybe... but I think I'm going to pass it back to Justin."

Alexis asked, "Are you gonna dare him to show us his undies?"

Justin reached for the die as she said that, and looked up at his long-time friend as he gripped the cube.

"Maybe." She said, drawing from Brittany's suductiveness.

The twins giggled.

Justin shook the die, legitimately worried that might be what she had in mind. The die dropped, bounced once, and then settled. "Shit," he said under his breath.

"Ooooooooh."

"You said a swear!"

"All right, Justin," Kailey said, folding her arms. "I dare you..." She let the room hang on her words for a moment. "...To kiss Ashly on the lips. In front of us."

Ashly had to swallow a squeak. She made every effort to hide the nervousness she felt, but the way her ears went from behind her to springing upward was too in her nature to control.

Justin also felt something spring, but it surprised him. He had grown aware of his hardening dick, but it had never gotten that hard... until now. And as he looked from Kailey to Ashly, and saw his other long-time friend react, it somehow made his dick... flex? It was like he had flexed his arm real quick.

"Can't do it." Brittany said.

Kailey glared. "What?"

"That doesn't count."

"So it only counts when it's in your favor, huh?"

"No. It's just that you're kind of daring two people. The dare only has to be with the person you're daring."

"That doesn't make sense!" Kailey argued, "You can't just change the rules on us when you want! You're acting like you're in kindergarten."

"Yeah," Lauren said.

"Even we know that's not fair."

"Hmmm," Kailey followed up with what the twins said. "How about this: Ashly, you can choose not to do the dare if you don't want to. If you do, then we'll keep playing with Brittany's new rule. Otherwise, we'll keep playing without it."

In the back of her head, Ashly couldn't thank Kailey enough. But, in the pit of her stomach, she couldn't believe her best girlfriend would break her promise. She promised she would never even hint at Justin that she liked him.

But the rabbit let her desire win. "I'll do it." She said, her voice obviously full of nerves and embarrassment.

"Okay..." Justin said, equally nervous himself. "Um... how should we do it?" He asked at Kailey.

"Just go over and kiss her."

"I mean like..." Justin swallowed. "Um... do we have to close our eyes... or...?"

"I don't care," Kailey said. "We just have to see you kiss her on the lips."

Unable to really delay it, Justin got onto his knees. His heart pounded as he shuffled on his legs toward Ashly. As he neared, he imagined her lifting her skirt again, this time without wearing undies, like Brittany had done.

All of the girls saw the tent in his shorts now. Even the twins were whispering to each other, pointing curiously. Ashly in particular couldn't help her eyes dipping down every so often. It was just... there, so visible and yet so not. His shorts did nothing to hide its presence, but everything to hide its appearance.

She couldn't help the thought that she wanted to see him in his underwear, too. Especially since she had shown him hers. In a way, it gave her... such a rush. Just like now. As he closed the gap between him, his thing poking forward like it was pointing at her, she felt her insides tingle.

And then, she felt her underwear getting damp. Like she was sweating a little, she could just barely feel the fabric and how it was slightly damp. Especially when she moved to sit up on her knees. The jostling made the wet spot move and brush against the skin of her groin.

But she had definitely already peed, so it couldn't be that. And she made extra sure she wiped very well.

Finally, after what felt like an hour, he was within a few inches of her. "So... I guess... count to three?"

"Okay." She agreed.

"Okay." He responded.

They waited quite a while.

"Time's up!" Brittany stated.

"No it isn't," Kailey snapped. "There's no time-limit. Unless you want to make that a new rule, too."

"Okay!" Alexis said. "Ready? One..."

"Two..."

"Three!!!"

When both twins shouted the magic number, Justin acted on reflex. He went forward, closing his eyes and bumping his muzzle against hers. Their noses touched, and then after a second of pushing against one another Ashly finally tilted a little to the right. Their lips met for a second, and then they both pulled away with a loud smack.

"Yay!" The twins clapped.

"Psh." Brittany said.

"What's the matter Brit?" Kailey said smugly. "Jealous?"

"As if." The vixen said, flicking her hair. "If you wanna call that a kiss, I guess they did it."

"What do you mean?" Ashly said. "We kissed. How isn't that a kiss?"

"Watch!"

Again, the vixen moved too quickly for Justin to do anything to avoid her actions. She lanced her hand out, cupping his chin. Her lips met his. Her head was slightly lower, so that her chin was angled upward.

He watched as her eyes closed felt her lips press strongly against his for a moment. Then, she let out a weird noise. It was like a noise girls make when they eat chocolate. But it was right against his lips, and it vibrated them. He relaxed his jaw, and suddenly her tongue jutted into his muzzle.

But that wasn't all. She pressed a hand against his chest, and toppled him over. He did nothing to stop her, so caught off-guard by the invasion of her tongue. It was a mix of pleasing and shocking, but made him feel light-headed and excited.

As she rested on top of him, she moaned again. This time, the excitement went back into his dick. It definitely jumped. Before, it felt weird, but this time, it was like stretching his arms after waking up. It just felt so relieving, like he had been pent up.

She released him at the lips, but then grabbed onto his shorts. Without any protest, she tugged them off of him, and tossed them across the room.

But he did protest afterward. "Hey! What the heck?" he sat upright, covering himself, cupping his groin with both hands.

"Oh come on. Someone was gonna dare you to do it eventually," Brittany said.

"Okay, y'know what," Kailey spoke out, "This time, Brit, I think you're going a bit far."

"Actually," the vixen said, not even bothering to break eye-contact with the boy right in front of her. "I was thinking of going farther--I wanna go all the way."

Kailey wanted to do something, but she was frozen. She found her eyes drawn to Justin's lower half, and the absolute tent in his briefs. She had seen a picture in a medical book, and the diagrams they showed in maturation. But her childish curiosity overtook control over her early-maturing brain and because of that she refrained from moving.

Justin probably could have made an effort to stop her, as well, but by now most of his thoughts were below his waistline. The hand that groped and caressed him could have been Brittany's, Ashly's, Kailey's--even one of the twins'.

But, unfortunately for Ashly, it was Brittany's. The rabbit watched, with fascination and terror, as the love of her life was fondled by her silent rival. She wanted it to be her hand that was doing that. She didn't know exactly why, but she knew she wanted that.

Brittany felt the boy in her hand. It was harder than the one she felt at recess. Thicker, too. She couldn't wait to see it. She had almost seen that other boy's but the bell rang. They had all agreed the game ended where it did when the bell rang, and he was just about to show her.

But her own delayed gratification was soon overcome by her desire. She reached for the elastic band of his briefs, and pulled the front of his underwear down. His dick moved a little bit with it, and finally there was a point where it sprang back. It flopped against his stomach, and he let out a gasp.

"Feels good to get some air, doesn't it?" Brittany teased. She had seen a few pornos, knew a little how it worked. She was so tempted to fondle him more, to see what it was like to put him in her mouth, to smell him and lick him and rub against him.

But her pussy wanted it too badly. Ever since she met Justin, it wanted him. Over the summer, things stopped working for her. Her fingers didn't work. Her desk-corner didn't work. Even the screw-off decoration at the base of her bed stopped working.

She wanted to feel a boy. And she wanted to feel it now.

And feel him she did. Undressing herself wasn't necessary at all; she had worn a skirt with no undies just to skip that little bit. Just to get a boy in her that much faster.

"Nnnnng," Justin grunted, as he felt something warm around his dick's head. He opened his eyes, to see Brittany hunched over him.

Her left hand held her skirt up, exposing herself to him. Her fingers were pointed downward, holding something pink open with her fingers, like a pair of lips.

Her right hand held him at the base of his dick, gripping around his sheath. He watched as she moved it, little by little, like she was lining it up.

And then she began to sit. He thought, for a second, she was going to plop back on his knees on her rear. But her legs moved so that she was kneeling now, and she sat straight downward, right onto his dick.

He had no idea what was going on. Well... he did. He knew what sex was. But just like the talks with the nurse in front of the whole class didn't say anything about what girl's privates looked like, they didn't say anything about what sex felt like. And just like when his friends at school told him about how awesome a new game was, he really didn't make a decision on whether he liked it or not until he got to play it.

And boy did he like this game!

Brittany huffed. While the sensation of her pussy being stretched inside by something foreign was familiar, with Justin it was also so very new. She couldn't believe how much better it felt. Something about the way it was so stiff, yet a little yielding. The way it felt so warm, and soft and thick. Not to mention how much she was able to take in.

Her fingers reached pretty far, but they did nothing to make her feel stretched and full. The corner of her desk tickled her little button, but left her pussy feeling empty and wanting. And while the wooden leaf at the end of her bed stretched so satisfyingly, it only went in an inch before she couldn't push it further--unless she wanted to hurt herself.

But Justin's dick was perfect. Not too big, but not small either. Definitely long. And when she consumed half of it, she moved her left hand's fingers from her labia to her clit, tickling it just a little.

Justin felt the snug, warm tunnel around his entire dick twitch here and there. He opened his eyes and looked down at the place where he was joined with the vixen. The way her legs straddled his sides. The way she slowly eased down, like she was getting into a really hot jacuzzi. The way her pussy looked, that pink and puffy area between her legs that he just barely saw when she had flashed him earlier. The way it split around his dick as it took it inside. The way the little redder part at the front stuck out just a bit, and the way she moaned every time her fingers went and touched or pinched there.

All of it made his excitement swirl about. He felt like he had when he got his tonsils taken out. The way his head felt light when they put that mask over his muzzle. Except this time he didn't fall asleep; and the tingling in his body was focused all in one place: deep inside Brittany.

Taking initiative, he batted her hand away from her clit. He fumbled at first, not sure what he was doing exactly. He emulated her, though. He rubbed, pinched and tickled. He was rewarded when he touched a particular spot by a long moan. He quickly figured out exactly where that was, and touched it relentlessly.

"Hang on hang on hang on," she said, breathlessly, "Not so much, just every few moments okay?"

"Kay," he said, a little surprised at how breathless he himself sounded.

Brittany couldn't believe how good this felt. She had hoped he would be able to fill her just a little bit deeper than her fingers could go--but he was farther than she could have ever imagined, and now she was even having trouble getting him in. She was still just a little over half-way.

"You ready?" She asked huskily.

"F-f-for what?"

"Huuuuh--aaaaah!" Brittany took in a breath as she slid off of him just enough so that only his head was inside. Then, she reversed her reverse and plunged down again, faster this time. She felt heat go straight from deep inside her cunny all the way to her cheeks. She couldn't help the moan she let out. Before, she was doing it just for show, but that one--that one was for real.

Either he knew what he was doing, or he was just a natural. As she pulled up, he pushed forward, and when she went back down on him he pushed against it. It was one thing when she was pushing him in, but him pushing into her felt worlds different.

In a way it was scary. She would have stopped where he kept going. He tried, but he couldn't go any deeper, but there was only an inch-and-a-half or so still out.

She pulled up and he pulled down. There was a second where he thought, to his incredible dismay, that they would pull too far apart and he would fall out. But just as that dread swept him, it was pushed out by the pleasure he felt as she went back down. He met her halfway--or rather, all the way.

She grunted with a bit of pain as he pushed further in. She realized, as she looked down, and confirmed by feeling the inside of her thighs and crotch against his skin, that he had gone pretty much all the way inside her.

She moaned as she gently ground her pubis bone against his. The gentle motion and pressure sent waves of pleasure through her clitoris, and by extension, her whole body. She quivered around the penis in her, more gratified by its presence deep inside her pussy than she could have ever imagined.

But as she relished in these feelings she heard him whimper. He tried to move inside her but he didn't get much traction. She pulled up, resting her hands on his chest as she laid on top of him. "C'mon then, show me what you got."

He didn't need to be told twice. He began humping with wild abandon. It was instinctive, how else would he know what he was doing?

She felt his dick pull out and push in with such speed and force that her vision began to see specks of light. Her knees trembled, either from weakness at holding herself up for so long, or weakness that her pussy was being so thoroughly satisfied.

What lacked in touching her clit, was made up for by how intense his bucking was. Over the sound of her own moans she could hear the slimy, gooey sounds of every motion. Her entire crotch was slick and wet with her own juices, encouraging him to go faster and deeper if he could.

But then something strange happened. He couldn't go in as deeply anymore. And something was hitting against her clit, changing the feeling of the sex. She reached behind her, giving him a moan, and felt around the base of his groin. Something was bulging up. At first she thought it was one of his nuts, but she could feel both of them.

Maybe this was just what happened when boys were close.

"Gonna cum in me?" She asked.

He faltered. "Wh--what?"

"I asked if you were gonna cum in me, big boy."

He was genuinely confused. She giggled at him.

"Oh.... oh.... it's so big..." she said loudly, gritting her teeth. "I almost can't take it."

Something about the way she talked sent his blood pumping.

"Cum in me big boy, shoot it deep."

"I--I dunno what that is!" He huffed.

"Just keep going, and you'll--Ah-aaaaah!"

Kailey watched with her hand covering her crotch. She hadn't touched herself at all, just held her hand there. Her mouth hung open, dry. She finally swallowed. Brittany convulsed on top of Justin, moaning and groaning in ways she had never heard anyone before.

Then he started doing it. Not as loud or as much, just a few before his face scrunched up and then his mouth opened up. His feet wiggled; both of theirs did.

Justin saw white as he came. He had felt this feeling before, once or twice. But it was the fleeting end of it, before waking up feeling hot and sweaty under his covers.

Brittany panted heavily as she felt Justin cum inside her tunnel. It felt so good, and so alien. Though she didn't know what to expect about it, she didn't feel anything coming from the dick that almost certainly bruised her insides. She knew that boys shot their semen, and that it was pretty gooey-looking. But the warm phallus that she began to tenderly massage as she came down from her high did not seem to shoot that stuff.

But aside from that, he did not leave her disappointed.

"Thanks, big boy," she said, kissing his cheek as she lifted away.

He saw her recede from him. The way her pussy lips pulled away, stretching along toward the tip of his dick. When she finally pulled away enough that his head fell, he saw his dick was covered in the thin watery substance that dribbled from her folds.

"You bitch!"