Furries: Cubs and Kits
The “Furry side” on the same universe as “A plush Kits Tale”

Started: December 2019
By: Sumdumguy

Note:
This story was written after “Plush and Sorrow, ch 1” but takes place 1 year prior to the beginning of that tale.

Cerebral palsy [(pawl-zee) 
A disorder marked by lack of muscle coordination and sometimes accompanied by speech defects. It is caused by brain damage present at birth or experienced during birth or infancy. Some forms cause extremely tight muscles, poor balance and muscle cramping/spasms.

The bear cub was slightly dazed, blood pouring from his nose, down the black fur of his muzzle and onto his shirt. He started to get up from the dirty off-white tile floor and heard from behind “Better watch your step, Palsy cub!” followed by laughter.

All around him in the hallway of the school other furs were watching the show standing in the hallway or leaning up against the orange painted lockers without saying or doing anything. He heard whispering and saw pointing and laughing.

Standing up and turning around, Reg saw the slightly chunky form of an older wolf named Jimmy with the two coyote twins Barry and Larry. Jimmy had stuck a foot out and tripped Reg when he was walking by, hooking his foot and lifting up. As Reg’s legs didn’t go back that far it didn’t take much for the muscles to lock and make him go flying to the ground.

“What is your problem?” Reg asked. “I didn’t do anything to you. Leave me alone!”

“Leave me alone.” mocked Jimmy. He started to swish his black glove covered paws and tail around in a feminine way.

The two coyote twins with Jimmy started to imitate Jimmy, and all 3 were swishing around saying “Leave me alone.” in high falsetto voices.
 
Larry said “Why don’t you make us leave you alone, cripple cub!”

“You are so stupid you don’t know what cripple means.” replied Reg.

One of the two flunkies started egging the other one on.  “Kick his tail Barry! See what that little bitch does!” Barry ran towards Reg swinging a paw in a roundhouse punch. 
Reg threw out a powerful swing with his paw and knocked the coyote back, then swung his leg out for a kick at Jimmy who was advancing towards him. In a movie, Reg would have landed a perfect kick and his classmates would have cheered when he defeated his bully.

Jimmy grabbed the leg and twisted Reg hips to the left straining the tightened muscles on the standing leg and Reg crashed to the ground, yelling in pain. His bottom leg was locked up and hurting, all the muscles in protest at the movements. Reg could not straighten or bend the leg and had severe cramping. He tried to hold back tears.

All three of the bullies looked at Reg and laughed, pointing. A couple people tittered in the crowd, but most said nothing. Jimmy turned and said “Let’s get out of here!” and they all ran off down the hallway.                                             
 
Most of the rest stared at the scene, watching Reg cry and fight to move his leg. 

A red furred fox kit wearing blue tights and a white Pokefur tshirt came running down the hallway and knelt down and looked at Reg.  “What happened?” she asked. 

“It got twisted by Jimmy!”, Reginald said, pointing to his bottom leg, gritting his teeth.

“Little Reg, you just stay there. We will get help!”, Tina said.

Tina was his foster sister, and younger than him at 6 years old. Reginald was 7.
I’m not your Little Reg! I’m OLDER THAN YOU!, thought Reginald.

Turning to the crowd, Tina yelled out “Someone get the nurse! You know he has Cerebral Palsy!”

Even more embarrassed Reginald just stayed down. 
Reginald just tried to stop crying and held his leg. He tried to move it to get back up but it would not move. The muscles were too tight, protesting being pulled and twisted the wrong way while bearing weight.

“Gods dammit You are MY LEG and ILL DECIDE WHAT YOU RUTTING DO!”, Reg screamed at his own legs.

When the school nurse got there Reg was lying on the dirty hallway floor bleeding from a nosebleed, pounding on his own legs with his fists in a rage, tears of frustration pouring out for all to see.

 Becky was sitting in her home office going over real estate listings when her phone rang.
“Hello, Mrs Nichols? This is Janet, from the school office”, said the voice.

“Yes. How can I help you? Is something wrong with the kids?”, asked the red fox vixen.

“There was an—incident—at school and your foster child, ‘Reginald Higgins’ is in the nurses office for a very minor injury, a pulled muscle. Can you pick him up and bring him home?”, asked Janet.

“Yes, I will be there, immediately.”, said Becky, grabbing her car keys and running out the door.

Reg was laying in a bed in the nurses office. His left leg hurt, with cramping. The white wooly nurse had examined the limb, and said it seemed to be pulled muscles, but nothing torn. The nurse had applied muscle cream to the leg and placed a heating pad on top.

The door opened, and in walked Mrs Nichols. Reg quickly started to sit up, nervous.
“I’m sorry! It wasn’t my fault, Mrs Nichols. I didn’t mean to cause any trouble! Please don’t send me back to the home!”, pleaded Reg.

Becky reached out to rub Reginald’s black head-fur and he closed his eyes, turned his head away, flinching from a blow that never landed.

He seemed shocked when she gently ruffled his headfur.
 
“It’s OK, Reg. You are not in trouble here, do you understand?”, Becky said with a smile.

“I promise I won’t be any more trouble.” Reg continued, not hearing what was said.

Becky sternly held her paw up, and Reg stopped talking, clearly nervous, and looked at her.

“Repeat after me, Reg: ‘I will never be sent back to the home’ prompted Becky.

Reg began in a monotone voice to repeat ’I will never be sent back to the home’ in a flat and unconvincing voice.

Moving on, Becky turned to the sheep in the school nurse uniform and asked “What happened here? How do you know there is no damage to his legs?”

“I checked the muscle groups, there is minor swelling, but no shooting pains. The limb is able to be used. Some aching, normal for a strain. There are some muscle spasms, but that is likely from the injury and side effect of the C.P.”, stated Nurse Ratchet

“But how did he get injured?”, asked Becky.

“That is a question for the Vice Principal, but I was told there was a fight”, replied Nurse Ratchet.

 

Becky pulled her car into the driveway of the brick-faced ranch home and parked, reaching into the back seat to grab the crutches sitting there.  Becky had taken Reg to the local “Doc-in-a-box” clinic, where he was prescribed a round of RICE (Rest, Ice, Compression, Elevation), prescription for cubuprofin and a pair of crutches to use. It was confirmed there were no torn muscles.
 
Looking off into space in front of him, Reg said in a ragged whisper “I’ll go pack my things, Mrs Nichols. Thank you for having me for a while. I’ll be ready to be dropped back off at the home.”
 
Becky grabbed Reg gently by the muzzle and turned his face towards her. He had tears running down his face and his nose was running.  “Reginald Theodore Higgins. You will be going nowhere except in that house where you can lay down and watch TV. If you try to take away my favorite bear by leaving, I’ll be forced to have you brought back by the police, pawcuffed to a chair and stuffed with cookies.”

Reginald still didn’t look very convinced but he cracked a small smile.
Taking the crutches, Reg made his way into the house, and laid down on the white leather couch, elevating his leg on a pillow, and turning on the wide screen TV. Within 20 minutes, he was fast asleep.

- 

Tina walked in the front door a little after 3pm and saw that Little Reg was sleeping on the couch. Closing the door quietly, she tip-toed her way into the kitchen.

Mom was sitting at the kitchen table looking at her laptop, checking recipes.  “What do you want for dinner, Tina?’, she asked barely looking up.

“Mom, Little Reg is sleeping lets try to be quiet.”, she almost whispered.

Becky smiled.  “Reg is not a baby, Tina. He is just taking a nap, he will be fine if you talk but don’t yell.” she said.  “So, any ideas on dinner?”

“Home-made Pizza!” said Tina.  “One triple-meat regular and one extra-cheese with honey-crust!”
                                                                                                   
“Tina, what about the pork chops?”, suggested Becky. 

“Nope. Pizza! That is Little Reggie’s favorite and he had a bad day today.”, said Tina. Seeing no change to Mom’s expression changed tactics, and made a pleading face. “Please, Mom, for Little Reg?”

“Okay, Okay, you win, Tina”, Becky said with a smile. She knew she was being played but all of what was said was true. Pizza was Reg’s favorite food, and he did have a bad day.

Tina turned to her mother and looked at her. “Mom, are Little Reg’s legs going to be OK?”, she asked in a worried voice.

“I think so, Tina.”, Becky replied.  “He has some pulled muscles, that’s all. All he needs is to rest, some medicine and maybe a hot bath and stretching.”

“….Mom, when he couldn’t get up, I was scared. He was crying and mad, and screaming bad words as his own legs.”, said Tina, starting to look very sad, her tail drooping and ears flattening.

Becky waved her over and put Tina on her lap and hugged her.  “It’s OK, Tina... Can you tell me more? Don’t worry about bad language, just tell me what happened.”

“I heard there was a fight and Little Reg was on the ground trying not to cry, and he said Jimmy twisted his leg. He kept trying to stand up, but the hurt leg wouldn’t work for him. He was baring his fangs and started to cry hard. Then he started screaming ‘you are my legs, do what I rut….” then she stopped.

Becky looked at her and smiled.  “It’s OK. You can say it.” she said.

“Little Reg was screaming ‘you are my legs and you will do what I rutting tell you to do!’ and he started to punch his own legs hard over and over.” said Tina.  “When the nurse came she grabbed his paws until he stopped.”, said Tina.

Tina thought for a minute. “Did Little Reg’s parents get scared too and send him away because he was mad and crying?”, Tina asked.

“No, Tina. I think they just didn’t know how to be good parents. They didn’t want to do the extra work for Reg that he needs.” Becky said.  “That is why they sent him to the home.”

“Later Some other-furs took Reginald in as a foster child, but sent him back to the home too. More than one family did that to Reg.” said Becky, sadly. “I think some of the foster families….they...were not very nice to Reg.  That is why sometimes he gets scared of being hit.”

“Mom, are you going to send Reg back to the home?” asked Tina in a worried voice. She liked having a foster brother around, even if he was a special needs one.

“Do you think we should sent him back?” asked Becky, smiling.

“No! We should keep him forever.”, said Tina.

“I agree.” said Becky.  “I think he likes it here. Why don’t you go check on him while I start making the dough?” 
 
 - 

Reg was sleeping and felt small paws on his leg, massaging the knots out of the muscles, and began to wake up. He smelled fox, and cherry scent. As he opened his eyes the cub felt the paws stop massaging his leg and grabbing his head in a strong grasp and found himself in a strong hug from Tina, followed by a sloppy kiss on the side of his muzzle.

“Little Reg, you are awake! Does your leg still hurt?”, Tina asked, worried.

“Yeah, its starting to ache. I think I need more medicine.”, said Reg, starting to sit up and reach for his crutches. He was pushed back down by Tina. “Hey, let me up, Tina.”

Tina pushed him back down.  “You stay here, Little Reg. You will hurt your leg more! I’ll get Mom.”

“I’m not ‘little’” Reg said as she ran out the door, not listening. Reg was half a head taller than her, and a year older.

A few minutes later, Mrs Nichols came in, holding a drink and a bottle of pills.
pawing 2 cubuprofin and a glass of water to Reg she said “Take these, Reg.”

Reg swallowed the pills. He had found a way to swallow pills by putting them in his mouth, taking a swig of water, and then raising his muzzle up, and shaking his head a little side to side while swallowing the water. Any other way and his tongue would make the pill go forward, no matter how he tried.

Mrs Nichols started to massage Reginald’s leg, kneading out the knots. Reg felt the legs relax under the treatment, and could feel some of the “twinges” of muscle spasms start to ease up. He smiled a little. He never asked for massages, but it worked a lot better if someone else did it.
“Thank you, Mrs Nichols.” Reg said. 

“Becky.”, said Mrs Nichols.

“Sorry, Mrs Nich..Becky.  I will try to remember.”, Reg said.

“Reg, why don’t you go hop in the hot tub and soak for a while and make your legs feel better until supper is ready? Tina, go with him and help Reg if he wants it.”, said Becky.
 
–
Tina got up and walked aside Little Reg, making sure he didn’t fall while heading down the blue carpeted hallway to the bathroom.
She went inside with Reg, and he approached the toilet. He looked at Tina.  “Hey, I have to pee, Tina.”, said Reg, starting to squirm.

Tina shyly whispered “Can I watch?”

Reg whispered back “If your Mom finds out we will be in major trouble.”

Tina went to the door “Hey Mom, did you want me to help Reg in the bathroom?” she asked with a shout down the hallway.

“Yes, Tina. Please do anything reg needs if you don’t mind.”, replied Becky, her arms busy kneading dough for the home-made pizzas.

Tina smiled, closed and locked the bathroom door, and went to Reg.  “See, its OK.”

 Reg was squirming more desperately, fumbling for his zipper, while not letting go of the crutches, about to wet his pants. Tina pulled Reg’s pants and underwear down, exposing his cock and balls.
The little fox hesitated for a moment, then gently took Reginald’s his cock in paw. Tina tried to aim towards the toilet, and Reg let fly, emptying his bladder, moaning in relief. One more minute and he would have pissed himself!

Tina was fascinated, feeling the powerful stream of pee coming out, and then when he finished, started reaching for toilet paper, but Reg stopped her.  “Just shake it.” he said,

Tina shook Reg’s penis a couple times, while he gasped in pleasure. It was the first time anyone had touched his penis, other than the doctor during an exam. Reg started to feel embarrassed and worried he made too much noise.

Tina pulled Reg’s underwear and pants completely down to his ankles, and Reg stood there naked, trying to cover himself, while still holding crutches and staring wide-eyed at the bathroom door.

“Reg, get in the hot tub, I’ll help you.” Tina said.

Looking a bit shy, Reg said “I don’t want to get caught naked with you in here. What if your Mom catches me?”

“I’ll bring you your swim trunks.” said Tina, running off to Reg’s bedroom and grabbing the red swimsuit. She tossed it in, and waited, listening to make sure she didn’t head any sounds of a fall.

“OK, wait for a moment, Little Reg!”, called out Tina, She ran to her bedroom, ripped open the top drawer of her dresser, and started tossing clothes out on the floor. Finally she found her two pieces of her swimsuit, and ran back to the bathroom.

She helped Reg get dressed, while naughtily staring at his cub-cock, while she slid the red swim trunks on the little bear. Tina “accidentally” slid per paw across Reg’s dick while she helped to cover him up, making him squirm for a moment, as she got Reg covered “decently”.

Tina dropped her swimsuit on the floor, and stripped her tights and underwear down in one motion, exposing a pair of blue panties with bunnies on them, with tiny spots of yellow on the inside crotch.

Tina was completely naked in front of Reg, who was unable to keep from staring as her smooth pussy, the first he had even seen. She sat down on the toilet in front of him, and with a smile looked at Reg and asked “Do you want to watch me pee too? It’s only fair.”

Reg came over, fascinated, and Tina spread her legs open and started to pee, her stream going forward which he watched. When she was done, she asked “Do you want to wipe me, Reg?”

Reg was breathing heavy as he took toilet paper and fumbled around her pussy, wiping the pee off, feeling the smooth warmth like hot bread from the oven with hints of moisture, and tossed the used tissue in the toilet, as she flushed.

Tina grabbed her swimsuit and put it on, covering herself up, then approached the controls for the hot tub.

Tina checked that the tub temperature like Mom always said. It was turned up to high. Grabbing the helpless paw of Little Reg she tried to guide the cub into the tub first,  “OK, Little Reg, I will help you into the tub so your poor little legs will get better.” said Tina.  “Be very careful Little Reg. I don’t want you to slip and fall down and get a bad boo.”

“Tina, thanks but I can do it myself,”, said Reg, as his tight legs were obviously hurting.

Tina could see that Reg was struggling to not fall and wincing from his legs, but he was being stubborn! He finally got in and sat down, and Tina hopped in herself, easing herself into the hot water.

Approaching the poor bear cub, Tina started to massage Little Reg’s legs like Mom showed her.

–

Reginald managed to get into the tub without falling somehow; he hated being treated like a helpless baby by other-furs! Reg started to relax in the hot water, his skin almost burning but the muscles in his legs started to ease up.

  - 

Reaching over Tina started to knead the thigh muscles of Reg’s legs to try and relax them. After a while the twitching stopped, and his legs started to relax. Grabbing Reg’s foot paws she started to stretch some parts of his legs while he was in the water inside the tub.

“I’m going to make your legs ‘All Better’, Little Reg”, said Tina.
Don’t call me Little Reg! I am older than you are, Tina! Reg thought.
He didn’t say anything because he did NOT want her to stop kneading his legs or stretching him out, which felt better if he didn’t need to fight his own muscles to do it.
For NOW it was worth the trouble. 

Reg was watching Tina stretching his legs, then noticed she kept putting her paw between her legs to tickle herself by sliding her finger inside her swimsuit bottoms. Tina would give her pussy a couple tickles with the finger of her paw, stop, then repeat. Tina noticed Reg watching and quickly pulled her paw away. “Don’t tell Mom.” she whispered.

“I won’t tell, I promise, Can I watch?” Reg whispered back.

Tina stripped off her swimsuit and opened her legs. She started to play with herself, and whispered back “No fair, you too!”

Reg pulled down his trunks and showed his dick to Tina. He started stroking a little and started to get firm from the stimulation.

Reg stopped.  “Can I touch yours?”, he asked.

Tina opened her legs and took Reg’s paw and moved it to her pussy.  “Rub gentle.” she said, gasping as his index finger started to rub her pussy.  “Reg, it tickles so good!  Do it more, but slow….If you go too fast I will pee myself...ohhhh!” she moaned.

Reg gasped as Tina started to rub his pecker with her paw, and explore his balls with the other. “Tina’ go slow. Run the front more, on the bottom….OH, right there!” Reg called out, as she hit the most sensitive spot on his hardened pecker.

Soon they were both rubbing each other furiously, and moaning, and Reg said “It feels like I have to pee, Tina! I don’t want to stop but I don’t want to pee in the tub. Its so good, I can’t stand it.”

Reg moaning got louder and more urgent, and Tina, confused, looked around for something to catch any pee. If mom found out, she would be really mad. It took a long time to clean and fill and reheat the hot tub. If she stopped touching Reg then he might stop touching her and if felt way too nice for that!
 
Finally Tina got an idea and put her mouth near Reg’s twitching penis and hesitated.  Reg felt her hot breath over the tip of his cock and held his breath not knowing what she was going to do.  Tina cautiously used her tongue to lick where her paw had been.

Reg felt the hot moist tongue on his dick and went wild, thrusting forward towards Tina’s mouth. She noticed the reaction and slid her hot little muzzle over his bear cock, and moved her tongue on the underside back and forth where Reg had told her felt best.

The bear cub started to moan loudly “Tina, that feels so good!  So, so good.  Please don’t stop licking!”  Every couple seconds Reg would let out a moan and keep repeating, begging her not to stop until Tina reached up and held his muzzle closed after “shushing” didn’t work to stop his cries of pleasure.

 In a few minutes, Reg thrust his hips up and grabbed Tina’s head as his first dry orgasm him.  His cock spasmed and his balls tightened, though he was not old enough to shoot cum yet.  Both cub and kit were surprised that Reg didn’t squirt any pee.  As his orgasm hit, Reg violently turned his head side to side as the stimulation became far too much to pawle and be begged Tina to stop as his shudders finished.

After a few minutes, Tina looked at Reg and said “My turn now!” with a huge grin on her muzzle, opening her legs and laying down where Reg could start licking her pussy. He hesitated, and Tina said “Be Fair, Reg. I licked yours. Now lick mine, or I’ll never lick yours again.”

Reg used his large bear cub tongue to cover every inch of Tina’s nether regions, tasting her sweet young fox pussy, with just a hint of pee that quickly disappeared.

Tina grabbed Reg’s paws and put them on her flat chest and had him rub her nipples as he licked her cunny. Tina gave her own loud moans, and Reg stopped licked and loudly told her to “Shush”.  

Tina responded by grabbing the ears of the cub and jamming his muzzle back down on her pussy, and started to moan “lick! Lick!” until Reginald covered HER MOUTH with his paw, to muffle her passionate cries.

Finally, Tina felt something happening, her hips started to buck and rock back and forth.  Reg started to suck on her special spot that made her moan the loudest, and Tina wildly humped his mouth, until her climax hit. Tina moaned, pushing his head away, and yelled out “No more licks Reg, please! It’s tickles too bad now!”

Tina sat up, grabbing Reg and kissed Reg hard in the muzzle.  “Thank you so much, Reg. That was great!”

-

 
Becky heard the kit and cub go to the back bathroom where the hot tub was, smiling as she could overhear the two going back and forth as she started to pull out the makings for home-made pizza. It was amazing how good-matured that cub was with Tina driving him to distraction all the time.

For some reason Tina thought his C.P. made him as fragile as spun glass or a helpless 4 year old she needed to care for like a cub doll.  “I’m sure he will put his paw down soon enough to make her treat him like an equal.”, thought Becky. Of course having Tina help wasn’t all bad. That cub still needed to learn that everyone needed help sometimes, and tried to overcompensate too often. 

While the dough was rising, Becky sneaked her way back down the hallway, eavesdropping on the cub and kit in the hot tub. She smiled, overhearing the two. It was so great they were getting along so well.

- 
Tina was munching on her 3rd piece of pizza when she heard the doorbell ring.
Jumping up she raced to the door, as fast as her paws could take her, and opening it, found Brad, the fox-next-door standing there. Brad, a was one of their best friends and often came over to play with the other two cubs.

“Come in, Brad. We are eating pizza.”, said Tina, racing back to the table, Brad following her.

Brad came in, bouncing a basketball, on the tiles, then extended a claw from his index finger and placed the ball on it. Brad said “Look at what I can do!” and starting spinning the ball, balancing the ball and spinning it on one claw. He spun the ball faster and faster, and started to switch paws from right paw to left.

“That’s really good, Brad!” said Becky  “Sit down and have some pizza with us before you guys run off to play.”

“Thanks, Mrs N”, said Brad.  “Looking over at Reg he said” Stick up your finger, Little Reg!” and waited a moment. 

Reg held up his index finger from his right paw, unsure why he was doing so.

Brad said “Think fast, Reg!” and with a slight toss, tried to paw the spinning ball off to Reginald’s index finger. Unfortunately, the ball spun, went off balance and landed on Reg’s drink, spilling it on the table and splashing on his shirt.

Reg grabbed the glass, looked at Becky and with wide eyes said “I’m sorry! I’ll clean it up!” as he reached for a paw-full of napkins and started to desperately wipe up the spill.

Becky stood up and reached over, grabbing a dish towel, then leaned over across the table towards Reg to wipe up the spilled milk. Before she could wipe, Reg yelled out “I didn’t mean to!” and threw his arms up to guard his head from getting hit.

Brad looked at Reginald, smirked, and thought “What a wuss! Too bad he can’t ‘mammal up’ and be a real male.”

Becky quietly wiped up the milk. When Reg opened his eyes Becky smiled.  “It’s OK Reg. Do you want more milk?”
 
“No, Mrs Nichols.” said Reg, with an uncertain pause.

“Why don’t you all run along and play? You cubs bring some pizza with you if you want.” she said.

Becky looked at Brad and seemed to be waiting for something. Brad noticed then said “Thanks for the pizza, Mrs N.” before running off down the hallway to Tina’s bedroom with a few pieces on a plate.

Reg got up and headed down the hallway on crutches to Tina’s room, followed by Tina who was chattering away at all the things that ‘Little Reg should watch out for with his crutches.

  - 

Reg got to the Tina’s bedroom, and saw Brad already kneeling down going into the pile of plushies in the corner by the end of the twin bed.   His plushy was usually kept in the shared pile. Brad always said he “Didn’t want to lose the plushy” by taking it his fox-plush home so he kept it here.

Reg believed Brad thought he was “too cool” to be seen with the plushies, even though he liked playing with them,

Tina ran over and grabbed her own plushies, and Reg eased himself onto the floor to grab his own plush toy. They played for a while, til Tina started making her own plush “kiss” and “marry” the other plushies.

“Reg, I’m gonna get all the girls in school to kiss me.” said Brad.  “All the guys in the class have a competition.”

“When did this start?” asked Reg. He hadn’t heard anything about this ‘contest’.

“Well…last Friday it started. Me and all the guys in the class were talking about who was most popular--”, started Brad.

“Brad, it wasn’t all the guys since no one told me.” said Reg, looking at Brad.

“Well….I mean all the real guys...” Reg stammered. “I mean you aren’t a girl but..” he stopped, looking down at Reg’s legs.  “Hey Mammal, I don’t want to be a jerk but with the cerebell...celebell...the Palsy girls won’t want to be seen with you.  Sorry.   You know that.”

Reg got up to his paws,  grabbed his crutches, and went across the hall as fast as he could, to his own room, locking the door, and diving under the covers of his own bed. Tears started but he wouldn’t let anyone know.

Brad grabbed his ball, and started spinning it again, showing off for Tina, who had missed the whole exchange.  “Hey, Tina, do you want all the cool cubs in school to know that you had Brad as a cubfriend?”

- 

The next day, Reg was back in school, going down the hallway using his crutches, and Jimmy appeared.  “Hey, Palsy-cub how is your leg?“asked Jimmy in a mocking tone. Putting his paws up to his eyes, Jimmy imitated crying motions. ” Don’t cry little cub, Mommy will bring you a bottle.”

Reg started to go after Jimmy, but was taunted by Jimmy speeding up, faster than Reg could go on his crutches. He would hang back then speed up, just out of reach.

“When I get my paws on you I’m gonna kick your rutting ass!”yelled out Reg.
The other-furs in the hallway were staring now, watching the whole exchange. Of course, there were no teachers in sight.

“You will never catch me palsy-cub! You are too slow. That must be how your real parents ran away so easy.” mocked Jimmy, running away.
 
Reg stopped where he was. The other kids in school just watched and no one said anything to him.
Reg looked sad, then turned and quietly went off to class.

–
Tina was at recess when she saw Little Reg sitting by the swings that were next to the baseball diamond. She ran over, pulling out her z-phone.  “Reg, Look! I’m on Brad’s list!”, she said, holding up her phone.

On the screen was the “Muzzlebook” app, and it showed the school group. Posted was a list of students and a count, with pictures. On the screen was a picture of Brad taking a “selfie” picture while kissing Tina on the snout. She was the 11th picture on the list for Brad.

A group of cubs wandered over to see what Tina was so happy about, with Brad among them.
Seeing the list of girls, he strutted around like a rooster. 

Jimmy came over, “Hey, Tina, how many does Little Reg have on his list?”he asked, knowing the count was 0.  “That's pretty sad. Palsy-cub should have at least one picture on his list.  Maybe if he begs enough, Tina will give him a pity kiss to get at least 1.”

The rest of the ball players laughed, including Brad.  “It’s not his fault, Jimmy. Little Reg is weak, he can’t even play ball. You can’t count him like a real cub, cut him some slack.”
 
The casual calm insult from a friend hurt more than any insult from a jerk bully ever could.

Enraged at the betrayal from Brad, Reginald stepped forward and without a word bared his teeth and punched Brad dead in the snout, knocking him down, bloodying his nose. Brad didn’t get back up.

Before there was even a chance for the chant of “Fight! Fight!”to start a teacher blew a whistle and broke the whole fight up. Of course that would be the one time there actually was a teacher around to see any trouble.

Reg was sent home immediately,

-

Becky looked at Reg and could see he was boiling over with hurt and anger. He wouldn’t even answer her questions as to what happened and why, but seeing how Brad hadn’t even noticed he spilled Reg’s milk the night before and never apologized she was not surprised.

“Reg, why don’t you go in your room and watch cartoons for a while? We can talk when you are ready.” Becky said.
- 

 
The bear cub was angry, hurt, and wouldn’t be laughed at any more!   “Stinking rutting crap smelling fox! Think you are so special that you can have anyone you want cause you can play a ball game and I can’t! I’ll teach you who is weak…”, said Reg, voice full of rage.

The legs of the bear cub were starting to ache from stress that caused some tightness and cramping but he ignored that for now. 

Reg took the scissors in his right paw, lifting them above his shoulder and swung down in the first of many powerful swings, stabbing the figure of a small fox in the stomach. He repeated this action without mercy, the point coming out the other side as tears of rage ran down his cheeks and mucus ran from his muzzle.

He stabbed 3,4,5 times as hard as he could the scissor making a loud “thunk” sound as it penetrated the top wood layer of the dresser, marring the imitation wood. Fluff came out of the stabbed plush figure and fell to the floor. Reg looked at the fox plush he murdered and smacked the plushy off the top of the dresser onto the floor, where it rolled under a bed, unseen.  “Will Redfox, you are dead!”, he said.
Imitating the voice of the plushy, Reg made “Will Redfox” say ‘Oh Noes! I’m dead and gone to Heaven!”

Unfortunately for the plush fox, Imagination was listening.

Reg dove onto his bed, crying and pulled the covers over his head.

Bernie the feral pit bull wandered in, and seeing a plush toy, ran off to chew it up. The destruction of “Will Redfox” was finished by Bernie the pit bull and Zara the feral husky playing “Tug O’ War” and shredding the whole plush.

Reg woke a while later, the fur on his face sticky from tears and snot. He got up and made his way to the bathroom, legs still very tight, but nothing could fix that now.
Tina came in as he was done washing his face.  “Don’t be mad, Little Reg. It was only Brad. He said he was kidding around.” said Tina.

Tina continued “I only did the picture so I could be seen with an older cub.”, said Tina.

Reg looked at Tina, frustrated.  “Tina, I AM OLDER! I am OLDER than you or ‘cool Brad’ are!” said Reg. “I am a real male cub! I know my body isn’t normal, I am broken and I can’t be fixed but I am not a baby and I’m not a girl!"

He went to take a step and his thigh muscles started twitching and shaking, making him grimace in pain.

Tina was shocked, then looked sad.  “I’m sorry Little….I’m sorry Reggie. I will treat you like a cub and not a baby. You are a cub.  A strong cub.”

Tina grabbed him by the arm and pulled him away from the sink, and yelled down.  “Mom, Reg’s legs are hurting, I am going to do the hot tub for him!'

“OK, that’s fine. Stay with him in case he needs anything” Mom said.

- 

Reg climbed into the hot tub again, allowing Tina to help him in this time.
The water temperature was turned up and soon his legs started to relax again. He tried to stretch his own legs out, but it was difficult due to the stress causing more tension and tightness.

Reg turned to Tina.  “Tina….can you-” he started.
Ashamed, Reginald took a deep breath and forced himself to continue “Can you please stretch my legs out? They hurt….and they aren’t stretching for me.”

Tina smiled.  “Yes, Reg, I will stretch your legs out but you have to do something for me, too.”

“What is it, Tina?” asked reg.

Tina just smiled. She massaged the muscles in Reginald’s legs, then gently stretched his legs out so the muscles were as loose as they would going to get.

Reg smiled. He hated stretching, it was very uncomfortable. But being stretched out felt great when you were done.

Looking over at Tina, Reginald thought for a moment, then whispered “Did you do any more than take a picture with Brad?”

Shyly, Tina dropped her eyes.  Yes.  We played doctor too, I wanted to see what another fox looked like. I had only have seen and touched a bear.  You were my first ‘sex play’ time.  Are you mad?

“No, its OK Tina.” said Reg, but she could see Reg was jealous. “You were better than Brad was, Reg. He just wanted to see and touch me and for me to touch him but he didn’t care how good anything felt for me.  He wouldn’t even lick me!”

Changing the subject, Tina grinned.  “OK Reg. Time to pay up! You owe me for the stretching!”, said Tina.
 
“Huh! What do I owe you?” asked Reg.

“Just this.” said Tina. She pulled out her z-phone grabbed Reg by the ear and pulled him close and took a selfie as she firmly kissed his muzzle, and posting it to Muzzlebook, with the caption “Best cub”.

“There. I have a picture of an older cub and me kissing.” said Tina.

Authors Note:

As usual I would like to thank everyone at the “Writers Crossing” discord server for the great advice, I would like to thank Thaddius for running that server, and WaffleSquadron for doing a pre-read on this story and giving advice.