Jules hated hospitals. Maybe it was the smell, mixed scents of antiseptic, cleaner and the lingering odour of fear. Or maybe it was all his imagination since he really didn’t want to be here today. Jules had a problem you see, something that had vexed him for all of his 12 years on this planet. The little fox just could not stop wetting the bed. 

It was embarrassing. He’d drink nothing the night before, scrupulously drain his bladder before hand, and yet he’d still wake up with wet sheets in the morning three nights a week. Even if his parents woke him up and dragged him, zombie like to the toilet it still did not help. At their wits end, they had even taken him to a urologist, hoping that a solution might be found.

Now that had been a strange visit. Jules’ tail crept downward, heading toward his legs as he thought of it. The questions the old otter had asked had been cringe worthy enough, but when he had gently handled the fox’s penis and balls, Jules thought he might just die. And maybe he still could, since that visit had led to this one. To Jules sitting in a tiny changing booth, with his butt and tail sticking out from the flimsy hospital gown provided. Of sure, it was tied at the side, but Jules was certain the gap for the tail hole left nothing to the imagination.

It seemed like time was stopping as Jules waited for a nurse to take him into the imaging room. It was almost a relief when the older vixen came to get him, and Jules saw that besides the pair of them the hallways were clear. Even still he walked awkwardly, trying to keep his butt directed at the wall. He was not expecting the four people in the ward itself. Did it really take that many just to take an x-ray? Still, the cub hopped up on the table, and turned on his side as he was directed.

“Now then, Julian is it? We are going to have to insert this tube into your Urethra. That is, your penis. It might be slightly uncomfortable, but it lets us put the tracer fluid into your bladder. When we open the flow, it will feel kind of strange. Tell us when you think you can’t take any more and we will stop. Do you understand all that?” The older of the pair of doctors said, even as the other wheeled over a stand with a bottle attached to it. 

Jules found it hard to find his voice, but squeaked out. “Yes, sir.” His eyes were on the tube that was being lubricated in front of his eyes. Surely something that large would never fit in to him. The oddest feeling was when it was inserted. There was the faintest sting, as the technician passed it into him, but then it felt weird. Really weird. 

The rest was almost a blur to Jules. He felt himself slowly filling up, and when he thought he might burst, they removed the tube. Jules thought he might wet himself right then and there, but somehow he managed to hold it in while the camera clicked, and the x-rays were taken. He didn’t even think of the embarrassment of having a stiffie as they offered him a pottery jug to void into. Even his shy bladder only gave him a two second pause while trying to pee. The relief he felt was joyous. 

Time seemed to stop - or so it felt. Jules could easily ignore the doctor, ignore the nurses, ignore the press of the lead and leather apron guarding his chest. His entire soul was gladder then ever to take a long pee.

Jules was even happier when he was told he could get changed back into his clothes. He felt like skipping as he headed back up the hallway, the only reason for not doing so being the chance that his gown would flap open. He didn’t think twice as he hit the bank of changing booths, and wrenched back the curtain on the one he thought was his. The cat girl in the middle of stripping off her panties gave lie to that. Jules stood there speechless, until the girl began to scream.

Even still, he stood aghast, mouth opening and closing as he tried to form words, to have his treacherous fingers let go the fabric of the booth’s door. Before he could do either, the fabric was ripped from his hand by the kitten inside and yanked closed. It was all he could do to stammer out a “Sorry… wrong one…”, his voice reduced to a mere croak by the surprise of it all. He retreated into the next cubicle, eyes taking in the familiarity of his pants folded on the shelf, even if he was not fully registering them. The girls screams had given way to a string of curses he was not sure he ought to know much less her. 

Even as he dressed he could hear the nurse come to check on the noise and the murmured conversation as she led the girl away. It was all Jules could do to not sneak a peak through the curtain. Instead his mind traitorously played back the picture, and he found it remarkably hard to do up his pants.

You would think that would have been the end of his involvement with that kitten, but fate has a way of making pawns of us all. It was two weeks later, and Jules and his mother had shown up for his followup appointment with the urologist. As it happens there was a fish tank in the lobby, and it gave Jules something to do while waiting for his name to be called. It was either that or two far more hideous choices; playing with the baby toys or reading some of the boring magazines lying around. Jules was more then happy to let the antics of the fish distract him.

As it happens, the urologist that Jules was here to see shared an office with his wife, who was a specialist in ‘lady bits’ as Jules’ mom had politely put it. The waiting area was semi separated with the fish tank making part of the divider. It was normal for Jules to gaze through the glass to see another cub watching the fish from the other side, or even to share his side of the tank with a younger cub who was waiting for a parent to finish an appointment. On this day when Jules approached the tank, he could make out the shape of someone watching the fish from the other side. As Jules followed a particularly interesting fish’s path around the water, he briefly met the other cubs’ gaze. A kitten. Something about her tickled his memory and Jules became lost in thought.

It was the “You!” and the accompanying slap that snapped Jules out his funk. It also snapped those lazy neurons into sharp focus. Standing in front of him was the kitten from his accidental voyeurism at the hospital, who not only looked pissed off, but was raising a hand to slap Jules for a second time.

“Ow! I’m sorry!” Jules yelped out as way of an apology after the girl hit him the second time. “I didn’t do it on purpose!”

The girl did not seem happy with that answer, or even acknowledge it as she reared a foot back to deliver a kick that caught Jules unaware in a most sensitive spot. As he crumpled to the ground, pain racking his groin he heard the sharp voice of a woman shout, “Mandy!”

The explanations and talk that followed almost went over Jules’ head. He was minutely focused on the section of his body that he had come here to get fixed only to have further hurt. In his haze, he could hear Mandy explaining how Jules was the peeping tom she had told her mom about. 

“I said I’m sorry. I got the wrong cubicle by accident, I wasn’t trying to see you changing.” Jules said softly now faced with the attention of both moms and a still fuming kitten. He didn’t see the slightly amused face on Mandy’s mom, or the concern on his own mom’s face as she tried to apologize for the incident. He simply waited for a chance to retreat even further away for the triple threat of estrogen in front of him.

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“Fuck!” Jules exclaimed as he kicked a stuffed toy across the room. It was several days after the incident at the doctor’s office, and Jules was feeling hard done by. It wasn’t his fault! He had whined and moaned at his mom as she had laid down the law to him. Two weeks without TV, video games, electronic diversions of any sort. It wasn’t quite a death sentence, but it sure felt like it to the cub. Not only had Mandy beat him up for his non-crime, but now he was getting punished for something that wasn’t his fault in the first place.

Another stuffed toy was punted across the room. Even worse was that in their mutual apologizing for their cubs actions the two moms had hit it off. It turned out they both liked to play tennis, and they had started to get together on a regular basis. It was bad enough that Jules couldn’t play any games or watch TV, but his mom had taken to dragging him along on these trips to ensure that he couldn’t break his punishment while she was gone. The absolute kicker to it all was that Jules was forced to see ‘that girl’ every time he looked across the court. It seems she had also gotten a punishment as well, and her mom was just as worried about her breaking it. 

Two cubs with nothing to do but stare at each other across the court, and no one to talk to but each other. Jules figured hell was something along this line. The worst bit in Jules’ mind was that he found himself trying hard to not stare at Mandy and imagine her changing, over and over again.

The kick to the groin had led to Jules carefully examining himself that night for any damage. Rather then getting dressed for bed afterwords, he had just lain in bed and read a book. He had started to gets books out of the young adult section, and this one was something special. His mom had grabbed it without thinking for him at the last library visit and he had accepted it without much thought. He had his doubts his mom would have picked it out for him if she had known just what was unfolding right now in its pages. The five teens and their group leader at the school had retreated into the woods to hide from the faculty that wanted to kill them. The story had kept him turning the pages until now, but suddenly there was mixed skinny dipping going on. 

At first Jules had figured the tingling in his crotch was a result of the kick from the day prior. As the scene in the book unfolded the tingling had led to a swelling of his cock. That had led to some experimental touching and squeezing of the offending member. This felt interesting, but to Jules the book was more interesting. One of the characters had asked about condoms, and it seemed like the unlikely pair of a doe and a canine were going to make use of them. Jules cock was throbbing from the action on the page, and his one hand had diverted to lightly touch it. The book was suddenly abandoned as his cock throbbed, once, twice, three times and a stream of fluid shot from the tip. Sticky and mostly clear, at first Jules was worried that he had some lingering damage from the kick. His fingers trailed through the substance, and he raised his paw to his muzzle to take a quick sniff. No… this was different. 

Oh shit. He had actual cum. He had read about it of course, but it had never occurred to him that he might actually do so. Or that he could make himself cum. He excited gathered up as much as he could from his stomach fur, and put it on a jar lid he had nearby. Maybe he could actually use his microscope to see the sperm inside it. But later, yes later. He had better things to experiment with right now as he dropped his hand to his penis to gently touch it once more.

Now this act was Jules’ favourite hobby. He had little else to do in his days without TV or games, and he had become quite fond of it. Being dragged away from a perfect opportunity to preform the act again and again was frustrating. The worst was that the images of Mandy changing kept sneaking across his thoughts when he was in the middle of a good session. Sitting here on the hot surface of the tennis court was uncomfortable enough without looking across it to see Mandy sitting there. Enough was enough, and with an exasperated sigh he declared, “I’m going exploring.”

Ten minutes later Jules was wading through the shallow water of the creek/drainage ditch that bordered one side of the park. With the drop into a gully, and all the heavy vegetation along the borders Jules felt worlds removed from his troubles a short while ago. The gully was also blessedly cooler then the air outside of it, something Jules was incredibly happy about. Tossing stones into the water or trying to look for fish were also loosing their appeal. The sound of the water burbling was also doing a number on the cubs bladder. Glancing about quickly to make sure the brush was still sheltering him from sight, Jules reached into his shorts and released his penis, directing the resulting flow of urine to splash and play with the ripples on the water. 

As he shook off the remaining droplets, he smiled softly. “Two shakes.” He murmured to himself. It had been on a camping trip and Jules had needed to take a leak. His uncle had shouted after him that more then two shakes meant he was playing with himself. Jules had never fully grasped the meaning of those words before this week. Now, with penis in hand, Jules smirked and gave it one shake, two, before he slowly ran his fingers up his rapidly swelling shaft. Settling down onto the dirt and grass covered bank, he started to softly stroke his member.  He was sheltered, alone and he had five minutes. What more did a boy need?

Oh yes. He really did enjoy this. As much as he wanted to take his time, he knew he had better hurry. He could already feel his balls tightening, his tail wanting to curl and lash wildly about, the feeling of his cum rising and wanting to explode out of him. He was almost there. Just about! He just needed to get over the edge.

Guiltily, he summoned up the one thing that came right to mind. Mandy and her stepping out of her panties. As he erupted he panted, the noise covering what he missed - the muffled gasp that rang out from the bank over him. 
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Mandy, being quite bored by herself had decided to follow Jules. At least that way she could escape the baking heat of the court. She had lost him for a moment as he had ducked down the gully, and had to force her way through some of the heavy brush nearby. The kitten had just spotted the top of Jules’ head, as she heard the tell tale sound of water hitting water. Was he peeing? If so, a perfect time to embarrass him in the same way he had caught her, literally with her pants down. She hadn’t foreseen the the sudden shucking of the shorts, and the settling of Jules on the bank almost right below her perch. A little movement through the bushes and she had a clear view down on the fox boy. 

Dear god. Was he? He was! A shudder ran down the kitten’s spine, and her tail began to betray her, thrashing amongst the brush behind her. Five minutes before she had never even seen a boys cock before, and now her most hated enemy was masturbating in front of her! She could see every vein on it, and it seemed to throb and pulse in front of her eyes even as she saw the globs that erupted from the end. She scrambled backward, a gasp escaping her lips. 

Oh she had seen more then she had expected, and her face flushed. She stood silently, eyes catching the movement of the boy below trying to clean himself off in the water of the creek. He had not seen her yet, so her voyeurism was still a secret. Mandy quite enjoyed making him uncomfortable by staring at Jules across the court. Seeing him squirm as he had no place to look at made her feel a little better for the shame and embarrassment of being seen by him. She could hold this over him, oh yes. It might be a bit more fun first though, to make him squirm.

Seeing that Jules had almost finished cleaning up, Mandy quietly stole a bit further back and stood up. This time she deliberately made some noise, brushing intentionally against the large flowering stalks that grew in abundance here. She crested the ridge just as Jules noticed the noise.

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Jules had managed to get most of the sticky stuff out of his fur and was trying to put his shorts back on when he heard the noise. His head jerked around to see HER standing at the top of the gully, looking down at him. He stood there, mouth agape, hand stopped in the act of pulling his shorts up, only resuming motion by diving for the cover of some nearby tall weedy flowers when she spoke up.

“Skinny dipping? Or are you just taking a piss? In any case, you need to get back to the courts. Our mom’s might be done with the game.” The singsong quality of Mandy’s voice broke in over the burble of the creek, breaking into giggles as she watched Jules scramble for cover. 

“Go away!” Jules barked, struggling to pull him shorts the rest of the way up while remaining hidden behind the weeds. He hadn’t threaded his tail properly in the rush and it was giving him some problems. 

“Okay.” The response came, as the giggles gave way to laughter which grew slightly more muted as Mandy headed away from the gully’s lip. Jules was emboldened to stand and fix his tail as the sounds of the kitten moving through the brush reached him. He had managed to get nearly everything in order, when one last line was shouted out by the retreating girl. “Pervert! Just remember, more then two shakes means you are playing with it!”

Jules wanted to pull down the gully’s lip on top of himself. He found it difficult to sleep that night, his mind mixing the images of Mandy staring down at him from the gullies lip, and Mandy stripping off her panties into one big confusing and arousing mess. He kept twitching awkwardly, the strange confusion of his thoughts covering the niggling itch he felt in his lower legs. When he finally passed out, his last thought was a question. Just how much had Mandy seen?