The best time of day. Every cub’s favorite time of day during the week. The moment everyone in school looks forward to. It was indisputable. Unanimous. The best time of any weekday is that moment when the dismissal bell rang. And it was even better on a Friday. No school for two entire days felt like a blessing every single week. To have those uninterrupted moments of TV, video games, hanging out with friends is truly the way to live a cub’s life. 
	And this feeling was no different for Andy, the pink bunny. The seven-year-old second grader rushed from the classroom the moment he heard the bell ring to signal just that, as did the rest of the class, and as did the entire school from their own respective classes. Due to the pandemonium of hundreds of students flooding the hallways, it became crowded and immobilizing. Sure, it was a daily hazard, but Friday’s were particular bad, with extra excited students trying to start their fun filled weekends as soon as they possibly can. Andy did not really mind it too much other than all the pushing and shoving that happens from the older cubs. 
	Today however, it felt like it took Andy much longer than usual to get himself through the flood of kindergarteners to sixth graders to where he needed to go, a bus that would take him home like every other day. He looked forward to sitting next to his best friend as they rode home, excitedly discussing what their plans for the weekend were going to be, especially with each other. Andy thought of the things they did do together. A lot of very messy and dirty stuff alongside fun playtime with his father and older brother in high school were of course his favorite things to do. He yearned to know what the plan was for this weekend, as it was the thing he in particular looked forward to the most. 
	When he at last made it to the chilly outside world and reached the bus lot where his bus should be, he was dismayed to find it nowhere to be found. Half of the busses had already dispersed and began making their rounds to their destination. Was his one of them? There was no way it should have left this early; he can’t have been stuck in their for that long! After all, so many students were still swarming in the school. No way! What should he do now? He looked around again to make sure his bus wasn’t just hiding somewhere in the line. Numbers 13, 46, 25, 69, 52… Nope. Not one matched his. What the heck? But why? He failed to understand what may have happened. His best friend was probably wondering where he was and why he wasn’t there. His perfect weekend was already becoming derailed. Andy hoped he’d understand when he visited him at home… 
	He began to turn around to go back into the building to find a staff member to help him out when he felt something huge, but somewhat soft blocking his way. He bounced off of it like a rubber ball, and fell flat on to his bottom with a grunt. The creature blocking his way looked down. It was a large, overweight fox with a somewhat blank expression. Somewhat because there was a tinge of grumpiness to it. 
	“Oh uh… s-sorry, sir,” Andy said, too flustered to speak entirely coherently. 
	He took in a deep breath and laughed softly. “Not a problem, little one!” and he proceeded to help the bunny back to his paws. Andy was surprised at his kindness considering the demeanor that he held. “You look a little bit lost..” he acknowledged. 
	Andy dusted himself off as he admitted what his suspicions were. “I think I missed the bus home,” he said worriedly. 
	The stranger’s face fell into concern. “Oh no, that is never good. Say, why don’t you take a ride with me? I’ll take you home for ya,” he offered.
	Suddenly Andy remembered lessons he was beat over the head with time and time again when he was smaller than he is now. Stranger danger. Don’t trust creatures you don’t know. Find a trustworthy adult! Don’t do it! 
	And then he remembered something his friend once told him. “Well if you avoid all strangers ever, how are you supposed to make any new friends since they start out as strangers?” And he indeed had a fair point. 
	“Okay!” he said brightly. “Thank you, sir!” 
	The much older fox nodded in approval. “Then let me lead you the way to my car, my little lagomorphic friend.” There was something slightly unusual about the way he had said that. And the fact he said it at all sent indiscernible feelings in Andy’s gut. Was it normal for creatures to consider each other friends this soon? Nevertheless, he followed the bigger creature into the parking lot. He looked around and saw that older creatures, adults and teens, parents and siblings of other students looked their ways with concerned confusion. Okay so now this may be a bad sign… Then Andy wondered who the fox was and what he was doing in the bus and parking lot. Andy wondered what he should do now. To continue or not? That was the question. A young otter and raccoon looking his direction caught his eye. He recognized them as a pair of his classmates, Lukan and Klaus. Inseparable friends since pre-school. He could have sworn he heard one of them call his name, but the fox blocked it out with his own booming voice. 
	“Well, there she is. A beat up old thing, but one that still works, eh?” he said cheerfully as he pointed to a heavily rusting yellow truck that looked several decades old. The fox did not wait for a potential response from the young rabbit, as he opened the passenger door. It creaked loudly, in dire need of reparation. He held it open for Andy to climb in. Andy attempted to do so, but found it difficult to do so, due to its height off the ground. As he made his feeble attempt, a very strong musty odor emanated from inside. It was hard to describe. A mix of vulpine scent on top of alcohol? Cigarettes? What was that…? There was something very, very familiar about it too. The fox helped him up by grabbing a hold of him from below. He could feel the strong firm hand journey close to where his friend’s dad often would on past weekends. It made him blush slightly. He half hoped the stranger fox failed to notice this.. His pink fur would at least allow it to hide a little bit. Once he clambered into the passenger seat, the unusual scent inside the truck grew stronger. The truck inside was clean, but it looked filthy due to its apparent age. The seats were torn and several parts of the floor and ceiling were beginning to peel off. Dark colored stains were dotted throughout. 
	“Gee mister, how old is this truck?” Andy asked in curiosity. 
	“Oh it’s probably older than your parents,” was his answer as he ignited the engine. Or tried to, as it refused to start right away. “Oh come on you damn thing. You only got 250,000 miles on ya! Aha!” he exclaimed when the should be expired vehicle sputtered to life. 
	It took a few moments for the truck to be on the road officially, and the stranger began to start up more conversation. “So, how old are ya, kid?” 
	Andy boasted his age and grade with pride. “I’m seven, and a second grader!” 
	The fox nodded as he drove. “That’s great! You’re growing up fast aren’t ya? Soon you’ll be forty-six like me!” 
	Andy’s eyes widened. “But that seems so super far away!” he exclaimed. 
	The fox chuckled softly. “Well depending on what ya think, either don’t worry, or unfortunately, that day will come eventually.”
	Andy tilted his head as the fox made a turn. “Huh? What does that mean?”
	The fox did not answer. Instead he stopped. “We’re here.” He proceeded to get out of the truck.
	Andy was confused. “But… I did not tell you where I lived yet.” 
	It was at this moment that Andy realized that the stranger fox was smirking. It was something Andy noted that foxes seemed to be very good at. “It’s my house,” said the fox. 
	“But why are we here?” asked the curious bunny.
	“Because, I would like you to hang out with me for a while,” the fox did not seem to indicate that he was giving the bunny a choice. Andy hesitated. But at the same time, the older creature did not harm him in any way so far so maybe that is a good sign?
	“Well I do want to,” Andy admitted. “But my parents and friends will worry about me,” he added. 
	“This won’t take too long,” the fox assured him as he led him to an old looking house with peeling mint green paint. Andy did not say any other words as the fox fumbled for keys. There was all sorts of things telling him not to comply, but… at this point, what could he do now? When the fox opened the door to his home, a massive blast of strong vulpine musk hit him square in the face. Along with other scents, as his truck was a lot like this, but much, much weaker. At this point though, Andy was more curious about what was going to happen more than anything. The hesitance was receding. Why though? “Make yourself at home, then!” he ushered the bunny inside. 
	The fox, walking past the bunny, then took a seat on an overused couch. Had this fox owned everything for longer than either of them have been alive? Everything gave that impression! To Andy’s surprise, he found himself watching a middle aged fox taking off his clothes. The shirt and pants were gone in a few seconds flat, down to his underwear. There was a noticeable bulge in the center of them. It reminded Andy a lot of his friend’s dad… 
	“I hope you don’t mind me getting comfy too!” he said, cracking open what Andy could only assume was a beer. “You can too if you’d like!” 
	Andy felt himself blushing a little bit. But he had to admit how much he enjoyed being free of clothes. He often went without them whenever possible after all, so he copied the actions of the old fox, and stripped down to just his little boy underwear, with decals of his favorite show and everything. 
	The fox nodded in approval. “Yes, that’s a nice, cute pink bunny boy,” he said in approval. He pat the seat next to him. “Come on then! Sit with me!” his voice and demeanor was so inviting, yet Andy pretty much already knew what this fox was going to want from him from the second he stripped down. But he was alright with that. After all, if missing his bus meant missing some fun with his friends, maybe this fox could help? He nodded and then joined the fox on the couch. Not to Andy’s surprise, he felt the arms of the fox starting to pull him closer into a hug. Andy did not object. In fact, he pushed himself closer to hug the strange fox. To cuddle him even. In just their undies. It was absolutely wrong. But Andy loved it. He softly nuzzled into the fox’s soft fur, taking in his overpowering scent. And the fox held him close in turn, letting the bunny nuzzle into him as he accepted the embrace. He seemed to like that they got right down to business, but Andy knew that he was only getting acquainted. 
	Andy gasped when he felt the paw sinking into his underwear. His blush deepened too, but it only deepened his nuzzle into the fox’s side, especially as the paw sunk deeper to feel his little boyhood. Andy merfed into his fur from the feeling, wondering if the fox would be okay if he did the same to him. Andy did not want to think though, just act, so he felt around for the fox’s underwear, not being able to see it and all, and sunk in his paw. Almost immediately, he felt a large sheath. This caused the fox to chuckle. 
	“You’re just as eager as I am aren’t ya little buddy? Well…” he then, to Andy’s pleasure, finished his undressing job, and rid his groin of his meddlesome underwear, exposing just how large his sheath and orbs were. They had to be as big as Andy’s head, combined! “How far do you want it to go?” he smirked, as if he were challenging Andy, daring him to suggest the worst he could. Andy recognized this action. It was again, a lot like his friend’s dad… 
	“As far as you want it too,” Andy said plainly as he pulled down his underwear, and threw it aside.
	The fox immediately laughed again. “You really want to know what I like to do, boy…?” he said as if he were taunting the rabbit. 
	Considering what he and his family and friends have done with him? Andy was not intimidated, but eager and anticipating it. “Yeah! Let’s do it!” Andy exclaimed. 
	The fox almost looked taken aback by his eagerness. Andy saw a red rocket tip poke from his sheath. “I will show you to the bathroom then…” And then he turned, showing Andy his first glimpse of that fine vulpine behind. It was fairly large and he could smell it from here. It was then that Andy realized what the mystery smell was. He eagerly followed the fox, closely. 
	Once in the untidy bathroom, the fox pointed to the tub. “In there, boy,” he ordered, in a hard voice that still kept his kind demeanor. Yes. Andy knew exactly where this was going… He got into the tub and kept himself low to the ground, looking up at the fox, who clambered in. He immediately grabbed his enormous sheath. “You know what happens next don’t you?”
	Andy nodded excitedly. “Of course! My friends and I do this all the time!” 
	The fox’s eyes widened in surprise. “Really? Wow. I picked the right kid…” 
	Andy tilted his head. “What do you mean by--”
	But Andy was interrupted by a warm spray of liquid. Andy smelled and tasted it immediately. It was the essences of pure, vulpine urine. Andy sighed as he took his golden shower, giggling slightly when he heard the fox sighing a typical sigh of relief when one’s bladder is emptied. Andy would let the piss soak into his fur, stain it yellow, and let it convert his smell into the fox’s. That smell would remind him of such an endeavor until his next shower, which he swore he’d refrain from taking until his next day of school. Upon becoming satisfied with his golden shower, Andy decided to take that pissing sheath and place it right into his maw to get a nice thorough taste. It was almost too much handle for it was expelling so much piss so forcefully, that Andy almost gagged on it immediately, but took great efforts to swallow quickly to avoid doing as such. He enjoyed drinking down the salty and bitterness. Recycling what one’s body considers waste, but is like water to him. Andy moaned as he swallowed, sucking on the sheath dry, even after the stream died down. He could feel the fox’s foxhood inside the huge package.
	“A really dirty boy, aren’t ya?” the fox observed once finished. 
	Andy gave a small burp. “Yep!” he said brightly as he caressed the fox’s giant orbs. 
	“How much dirtier are you willing to go?” the fox asked, not even as a challenge at this point, but more out of curiosity.
	“Do you… still have to go potty?” was all that Andy would ask if asked something like this. 
	“Shit, really?” the fox almost seemed dumbfounded. He snapped out rather quick. “Of course I do.” 
	Andy nodded. “Cool!” he then scrambled to get behind the fox, now face to face with his glorious backside that obviously hasn’t been washed in at least a few days… and he licked it. “Give it!” 
	The fox said no words, only grunted as he pushed down on his bowels. A small farting sound emanated from his foxhole, right into Andy’s face. The smell of that vulpine musk grew much stronger… The fox pushed down harde until Andy could hear the slick sound of fecal matter beginning to push out of an anus. The fox’s hole grew in size, as Andy’s eyes widened, watching it open up. He saw the brown mass pushing out, begging for an escape, and the smell of it hit Andy like a freight train. But it was one he endeavored, and one he relished. Andy was hypnotised as it poked out further. Andy felt his maw going closer to it, opened up perfectly wide enough to accept it. Andy was like his own recycling center, his own septic tank, and he loved every moment of that idea. Andy wrapped his lips around the disgusting mass and suckled on it softly like a pacifier. Hard to believe only a few years ago he was sucking on real pacifiers. Now he was sucking on an adult fox’s poop. But he loved it just the same if not more! The fox was slowly pushing it out, giving Andy ample time to enjoy it. The bunny with his huge front teeth severed a chunk of the stuff to take it into his maw fully. And using those same teeth he grinded up the mass and chewed it up, swirling it around his tongue. Oooh man was the taste absolutely putrid! That’s what he probably loved best about it though! Andy almost wanted to keep the shit in his maw forever, but with the fox delivering more, it was hard to. Instead he swallowed only a little bit at a time, tasting a  trace of the fox’s last meal. He bent forward to take another piece, but was only somewhat dismayed when the warm lump fell out and landed on his piss soaked body. As he prepared his still shit filled maw for the next round, he used his paws to smear the lump all over his body. The feeling of piss or shit in his fur.. Which did he like better…? One thing was for sure: he loved both. He coated as much of his fur as he could with the waste, as he had his lips wrapped another piece of the fox’s crap. He made sure he smacked on it loudly and gave long “Mmms” of pleasure to make sure the fox knows how much he’s enjoying himself. The bunny chewed up his nasty meal, and sent to his gullet where it would be recycled. And once the fox finished unloading his colon into and onto the rabbit, and having thoroughly used him as a toilet, Andy took the liberty to use his tongue as toilet paper just for good measure, swirling his tongue inside the freshly used hole which made the fox moan in pleasure. 
	When Andy pulled out and let out yet another burp, experiencing some wondrous aftertaste, the fox looked back at the filthy creature before him. He did not say a word immediately, but rather admired the mess he made of the pink lagomorph child sitting before him. This pleased the fox however because his face lit up with pleasured blushes, soft moans escaping it. The bunny giggled on the cock as he suckled harder, and pawed at it harder as time went on, eager for his third course. The fox above him letting out soft moans, gasps, and pants as he was pleasured. The massive cock occasionally throbbed in his maw and leaked precum. The pre hit the bunny’s tongue, and combined with the aftertastes of both piss and shit, was simply euphoric, and left Andy impatient for the full helping, and none of the weak appetizer nonsense. The knot of the canid’s was forming in his sheath, letting Andy know that he was soon to be rewarded. In response, the bunny suckled as hard and fast and pawed just the same as much as his childlike strength could allow. The knot was popped out within seconds, and Andy instinctively began tugging on it with his tiny paws. The fox whined in pleasure as his sweet spot was being handled by the cub and drove him over the edge.
	He first throb was dry. But the second sent a jet of seed so large, that once, like with the piss before it, almost overwhelmed Andy’s maw. There was simply no way he was going to swallow all of that, and a lot of it spilled from his maw, and added to the shit and piss in his fur. The shots that followed, however, Andy took as much effort as he could in swallowing the fox semen. But even then, some, albeit less each time, spilled out. The fox continued shooting for another ten seconds, each shot growing progressively smaller, which made it easier for Andy to swallow down.
	Once the orgasm was over, the fox was left panting, cock still pulsating in the bunny’s maw. He slowly pulled back and slumped in the tub in amazement. “I never thought I would ever meet a kid like you, bunny boy,” he said. “I like you.” 
	Andy burped. Once again. He rubbed his very full belly, hunger and thirst satiated for the rest of the day easily. “I like you too, Mr….” Oh wow. Just been used as a toilet and cumdump and yet, there was no name given.
	“Just call me Vance,” the fox gave his introduction so much later than he should have. 
	“I’m Andy,” the bunny was also guilty of this. He went up to the fox to cuddle him some more, sharing the filth. 
	“Well Andy, you’ve really surprised me…” Vance started as he closed his arms around the soiled creature. 
	“You thought you could kidnap me and stuff huh?” Andy guessed. 
	“W-well! M-aybe, but--!” Vance was flustered. “But seeing how much you love this.. I don’t think I need to!” 
	Andy shook his head. “Nope! Can we do this again sometime? I love meeting new guys who love to do this stuff.”
“Absolutely! I was gonna ask you the same thing, kid,” Vance answered with no hesitation. “...So before I actually take you home, should we get cleaned up?” 
Andy shook his head happily. “No thanks! I like being dirty!” 
“As do a lot of boys, huh? Alright then, let’s at least get dressed.” Andy was of course not worried about dirtying up his clothes. Cleanliness was only for when he was in school. It was like a double life. And the perfect double life for him. He just couldn’t wait to arrive home so he could see his friend’s reaction. He would be so jealous. But perhaps he could drag him to share the fun with Vance next time. That idea was absolutely perfect for him!