Obligatory Content Warning: Oh man, this one's gonna be a doozy.  The following story is VERY FUCKING PORNY.  It includes CUB SEX, both GAY and STRAIGHT, including ANAL, ORAL, VAGINAL, BONDAGE, FOOTPLAY, and REALLY WEIRD PIZZA TOPPINGS.  SCANDALOUS.  If any of this offends you, DO NOT READ ON.  By reading beyond this point, you have not learned how tag systems work.  Welcome to 2017, you time-traveling furfag!  For everyone else, enjoy!

Saturdays were usually Robbie’s favorite day of the week.  It was the day he could always rely on for some good video game time, even during the school year.  But today was different.  One of their neighbors had invited them to a barbecue, and his mom had accepted, promising to bring her son along, too.  

Robbie wasn’t a particularly social teen, and being dragged to a neighborhood barbecue was the exact opposite of his idea of a good time. No Xbox, no PS4, no nothing!  His mom wouldn’t even let him bring his 3DS!  It would just be a bunch of boring grown-ups, a bunch of cubs way younger than him, and a LOT of grilled meat.  Well, guess it wasn’t ALL bad.  Mmmm... meat.

The gathering was being held at one of the neighbor’s houses, and while he was sure that not everyone on the street had shown up, it certainly felt like it.  There were dozens of adults mingling with each other, many with beers or glasses of wine (his mother had explained to him earlier the concept of “BYOB” when Robbie had asked), and half again as many cubs, all of them under the age of ten.  Some of the cubs chased each other around the grass, others splashed about in the pool under the watchful eye of the sober adults.  The only thing that really stood out to Robbie was that some of the cubs in the pool, particularly the younger ones, were swimming in the buff.  

Their host was manning the grill, keeping a constant supply of burgers, hot dogs, and chicken breasts heading toward the buffet table, the meat disappearing as fast as the wolf could make them.  The activity around the grill was constant, a hub for the socializing adults.  Robbie was having none of it, though.  He steeled his nerves to swoop in and grab some grub.

The fox made a pass of the buffet table, grabbing up a burger and a couple of dogs, then retreated to a quiet edge of the yard.  He leaned back against the fence, holding his plate in one paw as he chowed down on his food.  He had to give it to the wolf – he made a good burger, and these hot dogs were the best he’d had in quite a while.

Midway through his food, Robbie’s mother Tabitha walked over.  The golden retriever was wearing a light blue skirt and yellow blouse.  Quite a few eyes followed her every move.

“There you are, sweetie.  Come on, interact with some of the neighbors.  Mingle!” she said, grabbing the fox by the arm and tugging him away from the fence.

“But moooooom,” Robbie whined.

“No buts,” Tabitha said, shaking her head as she dragged her adopted son behind her.

Robbie sulked as his mother guided him into the middle of a group of adults, the teen grumping and focusing his gaze on his plate as he finished up his burger.

He wasn’t able to zone out for long.  His mother nudged his side, drawing his attention up to the group of adults.

“I’m sorry for my son.  Typical teenager, right?” Tabitha said.  “Robbie, why don’t you introduce yourself?”

“Didn’t you just do that?” Robbie deadpanned.

A round of chuckles arose from the other adults.

“Typical teen, indeed,” said a graying rabbit.  “Glad mine are mostly moved out.”  He offered a paw to the fox.  “Harold Sullivan.  Pleased to meet you.”

Robbie took the offered paw and gave it a quick shake, then quickly withdrew his arm.

“Gotta work on your grip,” the rabbit said.  “A boy should have a firm pawshake.”

“Oh, he doesn’t have to,” said a fennec fox.  “I’ve gotten along quite fine without one.  But then, I suppose I married well,” he said as he glanced over toward the grill.  “Didn’t I, honey?”

“Sorry, can’t hear you over the meat,” the wolf called back.

Tabitha brought a paw to her muzzle and giggled.  “Oh, Josh.”  She put an arm around her son’s shoulders and turned him toward the fennec.  “He’s such a card.  Josh and his husband Stuart are our hosts for this afternoon.”

“Oh,” Robbie said.  “Uh... th-thanks for inviting us?”

The fennec laughed.  “Oh, it’s always a pleasure to meet the neighbors.  I’m just sorry I missed you when you arrived.  I try my best to greet everyone when they come, but, well, it can get a little crazy,” he said as he motioned around with his left paw, his right firmly gripping a glass of red wine.  “Sometimes the only way to get relief from our cubs is to distract them with a bunch of playmates.  And of course, it’s nice for us to have some adults to talk to, as well!”

“Hear, hear!” said an otter lady, raising her own glass of wine before taking a long sip.  “The little ones can be such a handful.  Yours just turned eight, right?”

“I wouldn’t say ‘just,’” Josh replied.  “Christmas was seven months ago, after all!”

The otter giggled and slapped her forehead with her free paw.  “How could I have forgotten your little Christmas babies?  I suppose I’m lucky I remember my own little ones’ birthdays.”

“As if the little ones would ever let you forget them!” said a female rabbit to Harold’s left.  “You’d never hear the end of it.”  She raised a paw in greeting to Robbie.  “Cynthia Sullivan, by the way.  Harold’s darling wife.”

The fox raised his own paw in return, but didn’t say a word.  Adults were so weird sometimes.

“So, as I was saying, it’s been quite crazy the last few weeks,” Josh said.  “The twins are on summer break, and they’ve got more energy than ever.  They’re not quite old enough to be left on their own yet, but I just haven’t been able to find a sitter for them.”

The rabbits nodded knowingly.  “It can be tough when they hit that age,” Harold said.  “Not quite old enough to be responsible, but certainly old enough to be a handful.  It took Cynthia and I quite a while to find good sitters.”

“I’d offer our youngest to watch yours, but Olivia’s spending the summer backpacking across Europe,” Cynthia said.  “Something about an enlightening adventure before she starts college.  And the boys have never been fond of cubs.  I do wish you the best of luck, though.”

Tabitha glanced down at her son and nudged his side, then looked at the fennec.  “Well, if you need a sitter, maybe my Robbie could watch your cubs for an evening.  He’s old enough,” she said.

That loosened the fox’s tongue.  “Mooooom!” Robbie whined.

“Oh, come on, Robbie,” Tabitha said.  “I can’t keep on buying you your video games forever, and having a summer job builds character.”

“But watching some little cubs?” Robbie said.

The other adults shared a round of laughter.

“Very eager, aren’t you?” the otter lady said.

Josh chuckled and shook his head.  “Well, maybe we should introduce you to the little ones before we decide on that, shall we?”  Before the fox could respond, Josh put his free paw to his muzzle and called out, “Beau!  Belle!  Come here for a minute!”

Like a flash, two pink streaks ran over from the pool, their fur matted from the water.  The two cubs were completely nude, as many of the other young ones in the pool were, and completely unashamed of their nakedness.  “Yes, daddy?” they said in unison.

The fennec ruffled the two cubs’ headfur with his free paw, one after the other.  “Beau, Belle, I’d like to introduce you to Robbie.  He’s one of our neighbors.  Say hi, kits.”

The pink cubs giggled and slipped into the middle of the circle of adults, standing right in front of the fox, and they grinned up at him – not a difficult task, as the fox was barely taller than them despite being six years their senior.

“Hi!  I’m Belle!” said girl said as she threw her arm around her brother’s shoulders.  “And this is my little brother, Beau!”

Beau cringed at the word and rolled his eyes.  “Beeeeelle, we’re twins!  You were born seven minutes before me, gods!”

“Right!” Belle said.  “So I’m the big sister!”

Most of the adults shared a knowing laugh.  They were quite familiar with the antics of those two.  Tabitha laughed loudest of all, and she leaned down a little toward the cubs.

“Oh, aren’t you two just adorable!” she said, laughing again as the cubs grinned at her.

The twins beamed back at the golden retriever.  “Thankies!” they said in near unison, before turning their attention back to the fox.

“Wanna go swimming with us?” Belle asked.

“It’ll be fun!” Beau said, grabbing one of the fox’s paws.

Robbie stared down at the cubs, his mouth agape as he tried to find words.  “B-but I don’t have a swimsuit with me,” he halfheartedly muttered.

The twins laughed and stuck their tongues out at the fox.

“Sure ya do!” Belle said.

“You’ve got fur, right?” Beau said, wiggling a little and showing off his nude body to the teen, his flaccid penis flopping back and forth as he wiggled his hips.

Dammit, they had a point.  But, wait.  “I guess, but it’s only the other cubs who are swimming naked.  I’m older!  I can’t just strip down and hop in the pool!” he said.

“Oh, sure you can,” Josh piped up.  “I’m honestly surprised no one else has followed the cubs’ lead.  Hell, I could use a little dip, myself.  I could join in, if that’d make you feel more comfortable,” the fennec said.  He tilted his glass back and quaffed the last of his wine, then tossed plastic wine glass into the trash barrel behind him.  Without a care in the world, he tugged his polo shirt up and off.

“Yay!  Daddy swims!” Belle said, running over to hug the fennec before returning to the red fox.  “C’mon, Robbie, it’ll be fun!”

“Belle,” Josh said, giving the pink cub a stern look.  “Obviously, if you’re not comfortable,  you don’t have to.  But believe me, no one here will bat an eye,” the fennec said as he pulled his shorts and boxers down, the fennec making no attempt to hide his malehood from the group.

Well, that wasn’t entirely true.  Robbie’s mother certainly batted an eye when the fennec suddenly stripped before them, and batted another when the otter and the rabbits began to follow his lead.

“Nothing like a good swim in the buff!” the otter lady said, leaving her wine glass behind as she pulled her dress off, the female seeming almost too glad to be rid of her clothing as she made for the pool.

Josh laughed and pet the squiggle twins’ heads, then made for the pool.  “Oh lordy.  Drunken otter, incoming!  Do we have a life guard on duty?”

“Honey, I was born in the water!  I’ll be fine!” the otter lady called as she leapt into the water.

The squiggle twins burst out laughing and ran to the pool, leaping back in after the otter, the fennec hot on their heels.  Robbie stared in awe.  Had that really just happened?

The fox squeaked as he felt an arm suddenly wrap around his shoulders.  He looked up to see Cynthia standing between him and his mother.  Robbie couldn’t help but to notice the shocked, blank expression on his mother’s face.

“Welcome to the liberal part of the ‘burbs,” Cynthia said.  “Like Josh said, there’s no pressure to strip and join us if you aren’t comfortable with it.”

Harold chuckled as he walked past the three, the rabbit take a moment to stretch, showing off the slight curve of his middle-aged belly jutting out over his groin.  “We understand if you’re body shy.  Though as the old phrase goes, when in Rome, one does at the Romans do.  It’s an option, at any rate,” he said as he leisurely strolled over toward the pool.

The fox locked eyes with his mother as the other graying rabbit left them behind to join her husband at the pool’s edge.  Surely this was too weird, right?  He had no idea what to even think.

After a few long moments, Tabitha shrugged.  “Well... I guess it’s up to you,” she said, tugging self-consciously on the bottom of her skirt, almost trying to cover herself more.

That didn’t help at all!  Robbie broke off eye contact with his mother and looked around the yard.  A few other adults were stripping and hopping into the pool, but most seemed to be simply ignoring it.  No one seemed to be making a big deal out of it.  Eh... what harm could it do?  With a little sigh, Robbie pulled his sweatshirt up and off, then pulled his pants and underwear down.  Once nude, he lifted up his pants and glanced around, opting to dump his clothes in a nearby chair before heading toward the pool.  Without even realizing it, his paws roamed to his front, covering his modesty.

As Robbie reached the edge of the pool, that lingering doubt rose up again.  This was WEIRD!  Was he really going to go swimming naked, around a bunch of strangers?

The fox didn’t have long to contemplate the decision.  He squealed as he felt two paws on his back, and before he could react, he was in the water.  Luckily, it wasn’t too deep there, and he quickly found his footing and righted himself, shaking the excess water from his eyes – just in time to get splashed again by a pink cannon ball.

“Yay!  You joined us!”

Robbie squeaked as two pink arms wrapped around him from behind.  “Ack!  Uh, yeah, I guess I did,” he muttered, squirming a little at the hug.  It didn’t last long, and the pink girl was off again, moving with surprising grace in the water with that floofy tail dragging behind her.

The fox shook his head.  He took a few tentative steps toward the deeper water.  It was refreshingly cool, especially in the July heat.  His inhibitions quickly melted away as he adjusted to the feel of the cool water against his bare fur.  After all, there were a bunch of other furs swimming naked, too, and none of them seemed at all bothered by it.  As he reached the deep end of the pool, he grabbed onto the edge and pulled himself up onto the edge, turning around to kick his feet in the water while perched at the edge.  This wasn’t so bad.

A few moments later, a familiar face swam up from the middle of the pool – the fennec fox.  Josh, was his name?  One of the squiggle twins’ parents, anyway.  The fennec pulled himself up out of the water and sat down next to the fox.

“I see you decided to join us,” the fennec said.

Robbie shrugged.  “I guess.”

Josh chuckled.  “Guess you can handle yourself alright in the water.  I saw Beau push you in earlier.”

“Oh, that’s who did it?” Robbie replied.

The fennec laughed.  “Yeah.  He can be a bit of a trouble maker, so be warned.  I’ll understand if you wouldn’t wanna watch him after that.”

“Eh, I think I can handle him,” Robbie said, shrugging again.

“We’ll be happy to give you a try as a sitter if you’re interested,” Josh said.  “Stuart and I were hoping to head out for the evening next week for our anniversary.  How’s forty bucks sound for watching them for five hours?”

Forty bucks?!  That’d be enough for a new 3DS game!  The fox’s heart leapt at that thought.  There were so many coming out soon that he wanted, too.  But he couldn’t let on just how excited he was.  “Yeah, I guess that sounds alright,” he said.

Josh chuckled.  “We can leave you some money to order a pizza, too, if you like.  I’ll talk to your mom about it later and we’ll make the arrangements.”  He held out a paw to the red fox.  “We got a deal?”

Robbie grabbed the fennec’s paw and shook it.  “Sure.”

Little did Robbie know just what he’d gotten himself into.

**********

A week later, and Robbie found himself back in front of that house down the street.  A shiver ran down his spine.  This was going to be his first real job – well, as real a job as babysitting can be.  But for a teenager, babysitting could have its own unique challenges.  He adjusted his backpack and took a breath.  Josh had warned him that he and Stuart might be out pretty late, but told him that if he was willing to stay the night, there’d be an extra forty dollars on top of it.  With that kind of incentive, how could he say no?

Well, might as well get on with it.  The fox jogged the short distance up the path from the sidewalk to the front door, and pushed the door bell.  He bounced on the balls of his feet for a few moments, until the door opened.

Another shiver ran up the fox’s spine as the big gray wolf appeared.  Something about the twins’ other parent gave him the chills.  He’d been warm and fuzzy at the barbecue up until the idea of him sitting for the twins had come up.  The shift was subtle, but there was a streak of danger there, something that told the fox that he had better not fuck up while watching the squigs.  It was only there for a moment, but it had stuck with him.

The suit the wolf was wearing made him seem bigger and even more intimidating than before, the garment almost unnaturally crisp and form-fitting.  He couldn’t put his finger on why, but it made him seem sinister.

As then, the feeling struck for just a moment before passing, and the fox raised a paw in greeting.  “Uh... h-hi.  I’m here to watch the twins?”

The wolf smiled, a warm gesture that for a second almost brought back that same chill, and he pushed open the storm door.  “Yes, yes.  Come on in, Robert.  Beau and Belle should be around here somewhere,” he said as he ushered the fox in.  “Josh, the sitter’s here!”

A wave of relief rushed over the red fox as the fennec appeared at the top of the stairs.  “Ah ha!  Glad you could make it, Robbie,” Josh said as he rushed downstairs, his paws straightening up his collar.  He, like his husband, was wearing a black suit and white shirt, but instead of the stoic black neck tie of his partner, the fennec had opted for a light pink bow tie.  As soon as he reached the bottom of the stairs, he threw his arms around Robbie, giving him a quick hug.

“Ready to go, dear?” Stuart asked, clapping a paw on Josh’s shoulder.

“Just about,” Josh replied as he straightened back up.  While he wasn’t the tallest of males, he did have to bend down a little to hug the fox.  “So, Beau and Belle should be in the den.  You remember your way around the house, right?” he asked.

Robbie thought back to the tour of the house the fennec had given him a week prior during the barbecue and nodded.  It was a big house, sure, but the layout wasn’t that difficult.  “Yeah,” he said.

The fennec nodded.  “Good, good.  So, we should be home by midnight, but we’ll call if we’ll be later.  Should we be out too late, there’ll be extra if you have to spend the night.  The twins can show you to the guest room if that ends up happening.”  He reached into his coat pocket and withdrew his wallet, and pulled out two twenties, offering them to the fox.  “The twins haven’t eaten yet, but all of the menus for local places that deliver out here are on the fridge.  Forty should be enough for a couple of pizzas or Chinese or whatever you might want.”

Robbie nodded and took the offered bills, folding them up and stuffing them in his pocket.  “Got it,” he said, knowing full well that he’d be ordering pizza.  He glanced around the living room.  “You guys have a phone for ordering out?”

“Phone’s in the kitchen,” Josh said.  “The twins can show you where if you can’t find it.  Make sure they’re in bed by 9:30, and that they take a bath and brush their teeth.  If you need to entertain yourself, we’ve got a decent selection of movies and video games.  The twins can show you onto our Netfilms account  If you have any problems, call us.  Emergency numbers are on the fridge.  Any questions?”

“Nah,” Robbie said.  “I got this.”

The adults laughed, and Stuart clapped a paw on Robbie’s shoulder.  “That’s the spirit.  We’ll see you tonight,” he said.  “Try not to burn the house down while we’re out.”

“Robbie!”

The fox barely had time to react as two pink blurs tackled him, knocking him to the ground.  “Ack!”

Stuart rolled his eyes and lifted the pink twins off Robbie by the backs of their shirts.  From the ground, Robbie’s eyes bulged a little.  The wolf was strong enough to pick up both cubs without even showing any sign of strain?  Damn, he thought as he got back to his feet.

“Now, now, cubs.  You play nice for Robbie, you hear?” Stuart said.

“Be good for your sitter!” Josh said, giving each cub a kiss on their forehead as the wolf set them back down on their footpaws.  “Well, we better get going, dear.  Our reservation’s for eight.”

“Of course,” Stuart replied, ruffling the twins’ headfur.  “Love you, kits.  See you tonight.”

“Bye, daddies!” Beau said, giving the two adults hugs.

“Love you, too!” Belle sang, following her brother’s lead and hugging their parents.

“Good luck,” Josh said.  He gave the fox one last smile as he walked out the door, pulling it shut behind him.  It was just Robbie and the twins now.

It took the twins mere moments to grab onto their sitter’s paws and start dragging him toward the stairs.

“C’mon, let’s play!” Belle cried.

“H-hang on a sec,” Robbie said, firmly planting his feet on the ground.  The twins may have been small, but he wasn’t much bigger, and resisting the two of them took quite a bit more strength than he had anticipated.  “Don’t you guys wanna order food first?”

“Food!” the cubs cried, releasing the fox’s paws to clap their own.

Robbie couldn’t help but to laugh at that.  These two were something else.  “Alright, alright.  How’s pizza sound?”

“Pizza!” the twins cried in unison.  They grabbed the teen’s paws and spun around him a few times, then released him.

“We should get Hawaiian!” Belle said.

“Yeah, and we should order from that one place that puts cherries on it, too!” Beau said as he ran into the kitchen.

Robbie raised an eyebrow as he watched the two cubs, Belle following right behind her brother.  Cherries on a pizza?!  What kind of crazy mixed-up world did those two live in?!  But hey, their parents were paying for it.  He shrugged and followed the cubs into the kitchen.

As he entered the room, Robbie had to roll his eyes.  The twins were standing by the counter, Beau holding the phone, Belle holding a take-out menu.  Both twins were bouncing on their feet.  At least he wouldn’t have any trouble finding the phone.

The teen let out a sigh as he took the phone and menu from the kits.  “Alright, a Hawaiian pizza for you,” he said as he started dialing the number.  “Guess I’ll just get cheese for me.”

“Just cheese?” Beau gasped.  The boy froze and stared at the red fox in horror.

“But that’s so booooriiiiiing!” Belle protested.

Robbie shrugged as he finished keying in the number.  “Well, cherries and pineapple on a pizza is weird, so nyeh,” he said, sticking his tongue out at the eight year olds as he brought the phone to his ear.

The cubs giggled and ran off as the phone rang, and Robbie shrugged once again as he ordered the pizza.  Strange, those two were.  Very strange.

**********

Robbie let out a contented sigh as he sprawled out on the couch.  His charges were fed, and it was still an hour and a half before their bed time, so they had time to kill.  He didn’t get long to relax, though.  As he got himself settled, the pink twins came up on either side of him and grabbed his paws.

“C’mon, Robbie, let’s play!” Beau said, his floofy tail wagging behind him far faster than an appendage of that size had any right to move.

“Yeah, let’s play!” Belle said, beaming just as wide as her brother.

The red fox squeaked as he was tugged to his feet at the cubs.  They were surprisingly strong for their size.  “Ugh, we just ate!  Can’t you guys wait a little to digest, maybe watch a cartoon or something?”

Twin pouting faces greeted the fox, shiny eyes and quivering lips staring up at him.  They were cute, he had to give them that.

“Hmph.  Fine,” Robbie said.  Maybe if he could wear those two out, he could get them to bed on time and get a little peace.  “What do you wanna play?”

The twins whooped and locked eyes, then released the fox’s paws and made a mad dash for the stairs.

“Stay right there!” Belle said.

“We’re gonna go get some stuff upstairs!” Beau said as he rocketed upwards, a pink streak ascending the stairs, his sister close on his heels.

Robbie watched the pink squirrelfoxes run upstairs, and leaned back on the couch.  What did those two have in mind for him?  Eh, probably just some silly kits’ game.  Whatever.  He could play along, keep them entertained until it was time to put them to bed.  How hard could it be?

The fox heard the twins before he saw them again.  The little pink whirlwinds weren’t exactly stealthy.  Their giggles and the patter of their footpaws against the hardwood floors announced their return well before they appeared on the staircase.  But when they appeared, the fox’s eyes bulged.

As the two eight year olds ran up to him, two things jumped right out at Robbie.  The first was the elaborate feathered headdresses they were wearing.  They looked ripped straight out of a bad western, a mess of neon greens and reds and yellows crowning their heads.  The second thing he noted is that the cubs were wearing those headdresses, and ONLY the headdresses.

“Uh... w-where’d the rest of your clothes go?” Robbie asked.

The twins beamed at the seated fox.

“We always go nakie around the house!” Beau said.

“S’more comfy,” Belle added.

Robbie blushed a little and rolled his eyes.  “Eh, I guess...”

“Look, we even brought you something for dress-up!” Beau said, holding up a large cowboy hat he had been hiding behind his back.

The red fox raised an eyebrow at the offered headwear.  “You, uh... don’t expect me to wear just that, do you?”

The twins giggled and grinned mischievously at their sitter.

“Well, we gots some spurs and a belt with plastic pistols if ya wanna do the full cowboy look!” Belle said.

“Pleeeeease?  It’ll be more fun this way!” Beau cried.

Quite a conundrum!  On the one paw, Robbie was still iffy on the whole ‘nudity around strangers’ thing.  On the other, they were just cubs, and as he’d seen the other day at the neighborhood barbecue, nudity was normal for them, so it couldn’t really hurt, right?

“Fine,” Robbie said, “I’ll get naked to play with you.”  He lifted up his sweatshirt, and had it around his head when he felt two pairs of paws grab the waistband of his pants and tug those and his undies right down.  “Hey!”

“We’re just helpin’!” Beau said.

“Oooooh, lil brother, look at how big he is!” Belle whispered, just loud enough for the fox to hear.

Robbie quickly tugged his sweatshirt off and looked down at the two cubs, blushing furiously as he saw them kneeling in front of him and staring at his dick.  He had a good four inches soft, his foreskin just barely covering his glans.  But with two inquisitive cubs staring at it, it wouldn’t be soft for long.  “H-hey, now,” he said, taking a step back from the twins... forgetting his pants around his ankles.

The red fox squealed as he lost his balance and fell backwards onto the floor.  His arms flailed, but he couldn’t catch himself before he hit the ground.  His head bumped against the tile floor.

Immediately, the squigs were at his side.

“Are you okay?” Belle asked, reaching a paw forward to lift the red fox’s head a little.

Robbie grunted and kicked off his pants, then sat up and rubbed the spot where his head collided with the floor.  “Eh, it’s just a bump,” he said, wincing at his own touch.  “I’ll be fine.”

The twins nodded, and grabbed their sitter’s paws, pulling him back to his feet.

“D... do you still wanna play?” Beau asked, his paws folded in front of him as he pleaded with the fox with glassy eyes.

Robbie shrugged.  He could take a little hit to the head.  “Uh... sure, I guess.”

The twins cheered and hugged the fox.  While the bump had sent the blood rushing away from his dick, the feel of the two nude cubs against him was sending all that blood right back south.  He blushed a little and patted their backs.

Thankfully for the fox, the twins’ hug didn’t last long.  The twins ran a lap around the couch, then Beau grabbed up the fallen cowboy hat and held it out to their sitter.

Robbie took the offered hat and put it on his head.  “Alright, so I’ve got this on… what now?”

The pink cubs grinned at each other, then up at their sitter.

“Come upstairs, and we’ll show you!” Belle said.

“Yeah, c’mon!” Beau said, running for the stairs.

Cubs were so weird sometimes.  Robbie watched for a moment as the two pink cubs raced upstairs, then sighed and followed them.  At least he was getting paid for this, right?

By the time he got to the top of the stairs, the squiggle twins were already down the hall.  The teen could hear the two giggling from their bedroom, and let out another moody sigh as he trudged down the hall.  Hopefully he could wear those two out and get them to bed on time so he could have a little peace and quiet for the remainder of the evening.

Robbie paused outside the door to the cubs’ room and took a breath, then turned the corner into the doorway.  “Alright, so what do yo- ack!”

The fox squeaked as a suction-cup arrow hit him square on the nose.

“Belle, that was mean!” Beau said.

“But it’s funny!” the female protested.

Robbie went cross-eyed as he stared at the arrow.  It had managed to suction itself to his nose and was bouncing up and down at the end of his muzzle.

The pink twins looked at each other, then at their sitter, and burst out giggling.  They collapsed on the floor and rolled around in mirth, clutching their sides.

“Yeah, yeah, very funny,” Robbie said as he pulled the arrow off his nose.  “Don’t make me put you in time out!” he warned as he pointed the arrow towards the twins.

The twins’ giggling subsided, and they picked themselves up off the floor.

“Sorry,” Belle said.  She squeaked as an arrow bopped the side of her head, launched by her brother.  “Hey!”

“You started it!” Beau said, giggling a little and leaping back onto his bed as his sister took a swipe at him.

“Hey, play nice!” Robbie said, crossing his arms.

The cubs giggled again at that.

“Alright, alright,” Beau said as he climbed off the bed.

“Do you still wanna play with us?” Belle asked, giving her best puppy dog eyes to their sitter.

It took a moment for the fox to respond.  Truth be told, he wasn’t thrilled by the idea of playing with the two cubs.  He wasn’t so sure he’d be able to tire these two out.  He’d rather be vegging out in front of the TV or playing video games, not tied up with playing with these little kits.  But he supposed that it couldn’t hurt to humor them, at least for a little while.  “I guess,” he said.  “Just… play nice, alright?”

The pink twins shared a mischievous grin, then nodded at their sitter.

“We’ll play nice!  Promise!” Belle said.

“Pinkie promise!” Beau said as he ran up to the teen, holding out his paw in a fist, pinkie out.

The red fox stared at the cub’s paw for a moment, then held out his own fist pinkie out.  The two cubs curled their pinkies together, and Beau guided it down in a little shake.

“And sealed!” Beau said, nodding as he pulled his paw back.

Robbie shrugged.  “So, what do you guys want to do?”

The twins grinned and grabbed the fox’s paws, pulling him fully into their bedroom.

“You’re a cowboy, and yur little mining town’s just been attacked by our tribe!” Beau said, giggling a little as he guided the fox into the middle of the room.

“The rest of the miners escaped, but you were captured, and now we’re gonna take you back to our camp!” Belle said.

Robbie raised an eyebrow as the two cubs started dancing in circles around him, letting out almost feral howls.  “Ooooo… kay?”

The twins giggled, and Beau ran over to the bedside table and grabbed a handkerchief.  “Now we gotta blindfold you, so you don’t know where our camp is!” the pink boy said.

“Wait, what?” Robbie said, squeaking as the pink cubs tackled him to the ground.  This was NOT what he expected!  With surprising speed, the twins secured the handkerchief around his eyes.  Mildly disoriented, he was powerless to resist the pink cubs as they lifted him back to his feet.  They pushed him down on one of their beds and pulled his arms up above his head.

It all seemed alright so far… until he felt something around his wrists.

“H-hey… what are you doing?” Robbie asked as he tried to move his arms.  He’d barely moved them from where the twins had put them when he met resistance.  He tugged harder, but found his arms held fast to whatever he was secured to.  “Hey!  What gives?!”

The pink twins giggled and removed the blindfold.

“We’ve captured you, and now you hafta do what we say,” Belle said.

Beau grinned and turned his attention between the teen’s legs.  “This is our favorite part of the game,” he said as he reached out towards the fox’s dick.  His paw was a mere centimeter away when he looked back up at the fox.  “Is it okay if we touch it?”

The fox squirmed as the realization sank in that the twins had tied him to their bed.  He looked up at his arms, and saw that he had been secured to the headboard by soft leather straps.  The straps were snug, but not tight enough to cut off his circulation.  Definitely tight enough to keep him stuck there, though.

He gasped as he felt a paw wrap around his dick.  Robbie wanted to protest this treatment, but that bit of stimulation shut down his brain.  A rush of blood south engorged his dick, his member stiffening up as he looked down to see Belle holding his member.

He wasn’t held for long.  Beau grabbed his sister’s wrist and pulled her paw back, away from the fox’s dick.  “Beeeeelle, you hafta wait till he says it’s okay first!” Beau chided.

Belle giggled a little and blushed, pulling her paw away from her brother’s grasp.  “Yeah, yeah,” she said, looking over at their bound sitter.  “Can we?” she asked.

Oh gods.  Much as Robbie didn’t want to admit it, there was something… really exciting about being tied down.  But why did they want to touch his penis?  Sure, HE knew about sex, but he was fourteen!  They were eight!  They couldn’t know about all of that, could they?

“I.. I guess?  B-but why d—” the fox began.

He trailed off as the twins dove right between his legs, each one wrapping a paw around his now-fully-erect penis.  Six inches of teenage boner throbbed in their grasp as the two pink twins stroked it, their movements in perfect harmony.  It was the first time another fur had touched him this way, and it felt INCREDIBLE.

“He’s so big,” Belle said.

“Maybe even bigger’n Daddies,” Beau said.

Robbie moaned softly, his mind too clouded with lust to register what the twins were saying.  Their paws felt amazing against his dick, and the pleasure was driving him wild.  As quickly as they began, though, they released him.

“Ack!  W-why’d you stop?” Robbie asked, squirming more against his bonds as he looked at the two cubs.

The twins grinned at him, then each put a paw out in front of the other and bounced their fists three times, Beau’s fist opening out to a full palm, Belle making a ‘V.’

“I win!” Belle said.

Rock, paper, scissors?  What the heck were those two doing?!

It didn’t take long for the fox to get his answer.  Belle straddled his hips, her tail wagging at him as Beau climbed up and straddled his face.  The boy was sporting an erection, himself, but half the size of the teen’s.  Robbie stared first at the three inch boydick in front of him, then looked up at its pink owner.

His jaw dropped as he felt Belle grab his dick again and press his tip somewhere warm and wet.  His eyes bulged, and he tilted his head back.  An almost feral moan rolled from his lips he felt his glans being hugged by something warm and tight.  W-was she taking his penis in her…

“Hee.  Ya like how Belle’s pussy feels?”

Fucking hell, that’s EXACTLY what she was doing!  The teen squirmed as he felt another inch of his dick sink into the eight year old’s love canal, her sex squeezing like a vice around his dick.  He couldn’t make anything approaching a coherent word, just pleasured yips and groans.

A prodding at his chin got the fox’s attention.  Robbie slowly tilted his head forward, panting as he felt another inch of his member sink into the pink girl’s pussy, half of his shaft engulfed in that warm tightness.  Of course, he couldn’t see any of that.  The girl’s brother dominated his view.  The pink boy’s penis hovered less than an inch from his muzzle.

Beau grinned down at the bound fox, one paw braced on the headboard, the other holding the base of his stiffy.  “Robbie, d’ya wanna suck me?” the cub asked.  

A shiver ran down Robbie’s spine at that question.  He was certainly familiar with the concept of blowjobs.  Free porn on the internet had revealed the mechanics of sex to him, even if he was a virgin for actual experience.  He’d seen plenty of videos of busty ladies and buff males sucking dick, but not once had it occurred to him that he might want to be on the giving end of that act.  But here was his chance to try it, and since he didn’t exactly have anywhere else to go… what could it hurt?

As the teen considered the offer, the pink cub watched him patiently.  His paw worked his little shaft slowly, his foreskin rolling back and forth over his glans.  “It’s OK if ya don’t, bu—”

This time it was the pink boy’s turn to be cut off mid-sentence.  Lust drove the horny teen forward as he opened his mouth and took Beau’s erect penis right into his muzzle.  His nose pressed into the pink boy’s crotchfur.  Might as well give it a try.

The sudden squeaky moan from the pink boy above him told Robbie that he was on the right track.  He started bobbing his muzzle along Beau’s penis, the way he’d seen so many furs doing it in porn.  Two little paws grabbed his ears, and Robbie slowed his motions as the pink boy started to hump his mouth.  Not that he would have had the focus to keep up his bobbing.

Down between his legs, the weight of the girl impaling herself on his dick was making itself known, especially as that tight entrance was getting closer and closer to his groin.  Robbie could almost feel the girl’s ass against his crotch, his eyes bulging as he realized just how much of his dick was inside the girl.  He felt some additional pressure on his head as the girl sank down, taking five of the teen’s six inches into her warm special place.  His hips pressed upwards, instinct driving his body to try to bury that last inch inside the girl, only to have her lift herself off.  Almost half of what she had in her slipped back out.  Her juices and lingering heat contrasted with the cooler air of the bedroom.

Such a tease!  The fox tugged at his bonds, desperate to grab onto the girl and hump her the way nature intended, but the straps held fast against his struggles.  A giggle from the boy above him sent a blush to his cheeks.

“Hee… Belle, I think he wants more,” Beau said.

“Well, he can wait till I’m good and ready!” Belle replied, giggling herself as she slowly moved her hips up and down in the fox’s lap, letting no more than half of his dick sink into her with each roll of his hips.

Robbie groaned around Beau’s dick as the boy squeezed his ears.  The pink girl’s puss felt so good, and to only have half his member inside her, KNOWING she could take more, was torture, even if the three inches thrusting in and out were being treated to the most wonderful, warm, squeezing sensations he’d ever known.  He needed more!

“Eep!  Careful of your teeth, foxie,” Beau cried.

The fox’s eyes popped open as the pink boy recoiled, his penis slipping from the red fox’s mouth.  “O-oh… s-sorry,” Robbie muttered between pants, his breaths coming heavy and fast as Belle continued to tease his penis with her sex.

Beau leaned down to examine his dick, then shrugged and bounced his tip off the fox’s nose.  “Eh, it’s fine.  Ya didn’t break the skin or anythin’.  D’ya wanna try suckin’ me again?”

A blush crept across Robbie’s muzzle.  It felt weird to be so vulnerable to the whims of these young cubs.  But he did have to admit that he was enjoying play time with the twins, and if Beau was willing to give him another chance at blowing him, then why not?

With some difficulty, given his restraints and the burning pleasure of Belle’s pussy working up and down his dick, he took Beau’s member back into his mouth.  He squeezed his eyes shut and focused on keeping his lips curled over his teeth as he bobbed his muzzle along the three inches of squiggle dick before him.

“Hee… that’s the spirit!” Beau said, grabbing onto the fox’s ears again.  The pink pup moaned softly as he began to roll his hips forward, humping the teen’s mouth.

Robbie’s second attempt at fellatio didn’t last long.  The rising pressure in his groin was driving the fox mad.  He let out a few yips as he bucked his hips, the teen once again trying unsuccessfully to bury more of his dick in the wonderful vice-like pussy that was teasing the top half of his member.

“Ngh… B-belle,” Robbie gasped.  “P-please…”

“Please what?” Belle asked, giggling a little.

Beau giggled and bounced his stiffy off the fox’s nose, then looked over his shoulder at his sister.  “Hee… mebbe foxie wants to make cummies inside ya.”

So on point!  Robbie gritted his teeth as he braced his footpaws against the bed, trying to get extra leverage to thrust deeper into the eight year old squirrelvixen.

“Beg for it, foxie!” Belle cried.

Gods, he was so damn close!  He just needed that extra bit of stimulation to push him over the edge.  “Fwaaa… p-please… I need the rest of it inside you!” Robbie panted.

Belle giggled and grabbed onto the teen’s knees.  “Oh, I gueeeeeess,” she sang.  With a grunt, she pushed herself down further, letting those last two teased inches back into her puss.

Yes!  That was what he needed!  Robbie’s body trembled as he felt his shaft squeezed by the eight year old’s vagina.  His hips worked of their own accord, pumping shallowly into the cub, a battle between the feel of her walls rubbing against him and that delicious sensation of being inside.  He could feel Beau’s paws still on his ears, and pushed his muzzle forward, taking the boy’s penis back into his mouth for the third time.

The suddenness of Robbie’s orgasm was only equaled by its force.  Blinding pleasure overwhelmed his senses.  His hips bucked involuntarily as he pumped a torrent of cum inside the eight-year-old vagina clamping down around his penis.  His back arched, and for a few seconds the world melted away.

Just as quickly as it came, Robbie’s climax subsided, leaving the teen out of breath.  He didn’t even register Beau climbing off of his shoulders.  Belle’s movement, however, was quite noticeable.

A flood of fluids poured into Robbie’s lap as Belle pulled off his dick.

“So much cummies!” Belle said.

Robbie squirmed as he felt his seed dribbling out of the girl onto his lap.  How much did he squirt inside her?!  It felt like more than he’d squirted in all of his masturbation sessions combined.

“Hee… foxie made a mess!” Beau said.

“Soooo much mess!  We should have him clean it up!” Belle said.

The fox’s ears perked at that.  “Cl-clean you up?  But I can’t move!” Robbie protested.  He tugged at the restraints on his wrists for emphasis.  “You’ll have to release me for that,” he said.

The pink twins giggled, and Belle scooted up.  “Not yet, foxie,” the vixen said.  “And you can still clean me while you’re tied up!”  She murred softly as she reached his head, squatting down over him, her pussy pressed right to his muzzle.  “Use your tongue!”

A shiver ran down Robbie’s spine.  His initial reaction was shock.  Putting his tongue on the cub’s vagina?  And right after he’d cum inside her?!  But his mind’s objections melted away in a matter of seconds.  Before he even realized he was doing it, the teen’s tongue slipped out of his muzzle and began to swirl around Belle’s labia.

Huh.  That wasn’t as bad as he thought.  It felt a little weird tasting his semen on the cub, but licking her parts wasn’t bad at all.  Quite the contrary.  Those little lips felt heavenly against his tongue.  He lifted his head to press his muzzle in between the girl’s legs and pushed his tongue between her folds, feeling where his penis had been just moments before.  “Mmmmm…”

“Hee… I think he likes it, Beau!” Belle said.

“He’s still stiff, too!” Beau shot back.

Robbie heard the two talking, but their words didn’t register in his lust-addled brain.  He was far too preoccupied lapping his semen out of Belle’s pussy.  Much to his surprise, he wasn’t put off by the taste of his seed.  Maybe it was because it was mixed with the girl’s juices, maybe it was just the nature of WHERE he was licking it from, but the teenage fox was quite enjoying his cream pie.

A sudden wetness on his penis briefly took the fox’s attention.  He groaned into Belle’s cunny as he felt a pair of paws rubbing over his penis, covering it with a slippery liquid.  His shaft was covered, and those paws moved to the base of his shaft.  Then he felt firm flesh against his glans.

The fox’s eyes bugged out.  He tried to get a look around Belle, but the pink femme grabbed his head and kept her body between him and the view of what was going on between his legs.  His back arched as he felt a hot hole wrap around his shaft, even tighter than Belle’s vagina had been.

“Hnnnnnng… f-ffffffff,” Robbie gasped.

“Oh gods, he’s so big!” Beau squeaked.

Robbie trembled as four inches of his dick were encased in what he could only assume was Beau’s butt.  Holy crap!  How was this even happening?  He bucked his hips up, instinct driving him on.  Much to his surprise, he sank those last two inches in, his cock completely sheathed inside the eight-year-old’s ass.

Belle giggled and stroked the fox’s ears.  “Hee… you wanna see yur dick in muh brother’s butt?” she whispered.

“Yesyesyes,” Robbie cried.  Even though he could feel it, he could hardly believe that he was balls deep in another boy.

A giggle greeted his reply, and Belle climbed off the fox.  He looked down, staring in awe at the sight before him.

Beau had indeed taken him all the way.  The boy’s floofy tail was blocking the point where they connected, but it was pretty obvious where he was.  A shiver ran down his spine as the pink girl walked up and lifted her brother’s tail out of the way, giving the fox a perfect view as the boy raised himself up half way, then sank back down onto his dick.

“Nnnnng… f-f-fuuuuuck…”

Words failed the fox as the cub started to ride his cock in earnest.  Gods, Beau’s ass felt even better than his sister’s pussy!  He bucked his hips eagerly, using what leverage he could gain while still bound to the bed, but the pink boy was still doing most of the work.

His view was obstructed as the pink boy’s twin sister remounted him.  The girl’s groin dominated his vision.  The squirrelvixen beamed down at the teen fox and rubbed her moist sex against his nose.

“Come on, foxie.  You were doing so good with your tongue.  Gimme more!”

Robbie didn’t need to be asked twice.  In his lust-drunk state, he would have done just about anything the twins asked of him.  He eagerly resumed eating out the girl, his tongue working into the folds that had housed half his dick mere minutes earlier.  His nose ground against that little mound at the crown of her slit, more by her insistent grinding than any conscious effort on his part.  She seemed to like it.

Warm tingles welled up in the fox’s groin again.  The pink boy bouncing in his lap was driving him mad with desire.  Despite his recent release, he could feel a second one coming up fast.

He tilted his head back, freeing his muzzle from Belle’s groin.  “Ohgods Beau please don’t stop!” he gasped.

The pink boy giggled and bounced more insistently in the fox’s lap.  “Cum inside me, foxie!” Beau sang.

That was enough.  Robbie arched his back and pressed his hips upwards, his footpaws braced on the bed.  His eyes rolled into the back of his head as he moaned out.  The force of his second orgasm nearly knocked the wind out of him.  His cock throbbed with each burst of seed inside the pink boy’s bottom.

The fox’s head was spinning.  Two orgasms in such quick succession was a new experience for him.  Well, so was yiffing, really.  And being tied up.

Robbie’s chest heaved.  His heart pounded in his ears.  He felt like he’d just run a marathon.  Who knew that sex could be so exhausting?

The weight lifted off Robbie’s lap.  His spent penis flopped against his groin.  He vaguely registered the feel of his wrists being freed.  The fox brought an arm forward.  Yes, they had definitely unstrapped him.

“You okay?” Beau asked.

“I… w-wow,” Robbie panted.  “I need a minute…”

Two warm blobs curled up on either side of the fox.  He wrapped his arms loosely around the snuggling squirrelfoxes.

Belle licked Robbie’s cheek.  “Hee… you’re fun to play with.”

“Uh… th-thanks?” Robbie said.  What do you even say to something like that?  Hell if Robbie knew.  This whole night was turning out to be utter insanity.  He half expected to wake up and discover that this was all a dream.

A giggle at his right drew the teen’s attention.  “Hey, Robbie, wanna find out what it feels like ta have yur butt humped?” Beau asked.

The fox’s eyes bulged.  “Wha?”  His brain scrambled to catch up with the young cub’s meaning.  Did he mean that he wanted to hump him?  The idea didn’t seem immediately repulsive.  Quite the contrary.  Despite his recent releases, he could feel his penis stirring again at that thought.  But the eight year old didn’t exactly have a huge endowment.  Would he even be able to feel the cub inside him?

Before he could ask any of those questions, the pink boy’s sister chimed in.  “We should grab the dildos!  That’s always fun!”

In an instant, the pink cubs were gone.  Robbie sat up and rubbed his eyes.  His vision was foggy and unfocused.  Through the haze he could make out the pink twins kneeling by their dresser.  “What are you doing?”

“Gettin’ the dildos!” Belle said.

Beau let out a whoop and raised his arm high up in the air.  Held in his paw was a purple dildo.  It looked like it was about six inches long.  “Yeah!  This one’s a good starter.”  He giggled and ran up to the bed, holding the dildo out in front of him.  “Wanna try this one, Robbie?”

The fox blinked.  These kits were serious.  It all felt a little overwhelming.  He had to admit, though, he was curious to try it.  He opened his mouth, then closed it.  Dumbstruck, the fox merely nodded.

The pink boy beamed at his sitter.  “Sweet!  Okay, lie down and spread your legs,” he instructed.

Robbie laid back down on the bed, watching as the kit grabbed a plastic bottle filled with clear liquid from the bedside table.  He wanted to ask what it was, but he held his tongue.  After all, he was the older fur here.  He should know that already, right?  But then, these kits had shown him all sorts of things he hadn’t known about sex, so was that really a valid argument?

He was still mulling it over in his mind when he felt the bed shake.  His eyes followed the pink boy as he climbed onto the bed and poured some of the liquid over the purple phallus.

The boy grinned up at his as he brought the toy down between the fox’s legs.  Robbie couldn’t see it, but he didn’t need to.  Beau wasted no time in pressing the tip of it right against his tailhole.

“You’ll wanna relax when I push it in,” Beau said.

Relax?  When an eight year old he was supposed to be looking after was about to shove a dildo up his butt?!  Yeah, that was gonna happen.

A paw came to rest on his stomach.  Robbie’s eyes traced the arm up to its owner, the pink boy’s sister.  

“If ya dun wanna try it, s’okay to say ‘no,’” Belle said.

Robbie gulped.  “I mean… I do, but,” he began.

“Butt!” Beau cried.

With the barest of warnings, the squirrelfox boy pushed the toy forward.  Robbie’s eyes bulged as his tailhole was spread open by the toy.  His toes curled.  His paws closed into fists, grabbing pawfuls of sheet.

“Beau!” Belle shouted.

“Oops!” Beau said.  He began to withdraw the toy.

“No!” Robbie cried.  Stars were flying before his eyes, but through the pain, if he could even call it that, was pleasure the likes of which he’d never felt before.  “M-more!” he panted.

The pink cubs giggled.

“Foxie likes it!” Beau squeaked.

A push from the boy, and three inches made their way into the fox’s rump.  Dear lord, how had he never thought to try this before?!  This was the best feeling ever!  He rolled his hips, pushing towards the toy, trying to get more in.

The pink boy obliged, working the toy back and forth, easing in a little more each time.

“Lemme know if it’s too much,” Beau said.

Robbie panted and shook his head.  “Nnngh.  S’good.  P-push more in.”

In no time at all the teen’s cock was back at full erection, his boner laying across his belly as five inches of the toy were pumped in his bottom.  He dimly registered Belle’s disappearance in the corner of his eye, but that was hardly any concern of him.  Getting fucked was pure magic, and he was intent to enjoy this to its fullest.

“Oh Roooooobbiiiiiiiie.”

The fox turned his head.  Through his lidded eyes, he could make out Belle holding… what was…

“If you like being filled, why not try this!” Belle said.

Robbie’s eyes bulged.  Held in the girl’s arms — because she NEEDED both arms to hold that monster — was the biggest dildo that Robbie had ever seen.  Granted, he hadn’t seen that many yet.  But still, this thing was MASSIVE.  It had to be at least a foot and a half long, and thicker than the girl’s arm.

His jaw moved, but the fox couldn’t find words to describe his distress.  It didn’t help that Beau kept up his work with the smaller dildo the whole time.

“Hee.  You look like a fish!” Belle said.  “Blub blub blub!”

The teen cast about for a distraction.  Dresser, closet, lamp, clock… CLOCK!  It was 9:30!

“W-well, I’d love to try it,” Robbie said.  “But it’s your bed time!”

“Aww!”

Both pink twins deflated.  Defeated by bed time!  Belle huffed tossed the toy into the corner.  It landed on a pile of plushies.  Moments later, the pink boy withdrew the dildo from the fox’s butt.

Robbie bit his lip.  His ass felt so empty without the toy inside, but he had a job to do.  “Come on, go brush your teeth and take your bath.”

The twins perked up immediately at the mention of bath time.

“Kay!” they yelled in unison.  In a flash, the pink twins were out the door, pounding down the hall to the bathroom.

The fox let out a sigh of relief, then pushed himself up and followed the two toward the bathroom.  As he poked his head in, he saw the two standing at the twin vanities, diligently brushing their teeth.  “Don’t forget your bath, too,” Robbie said.

The twins giggled and beamed at him.

“You should take a bath with us!” Beau said.

Belle spit out the toothpaste from her mouth, then smiled at the fox.  “Yeah!  The tub’s more’n big enough for all of us.  Join us for bath time, Robbie!”

The fox was a little taken aback.  “B-but I,” he began.

“Come on, it’ll letcha clean yur butt up, too!” Beau said.

He had a point there.  His dick didn’t mind the idea of bathing with the two squigs, either.  “Fine,” he said.  “But you actually have to get clean!”

“Deal!” the twins replied.

Robbie sighed as he entered the bathroom.  Something told him he was going to regret agreeing to bathe with the twins.  He knelt down by the tub and turned the water on as the squigs finished brushing their teeth.

The tub really WAS massive.  From the door it had looked like a regular tub, but from inside it went deep.  It looked like it could easily fit two or three full grown adults.

The fox held his paw under the spout and felt the water temperature as it started to fill the tub.  “How warm do you like it?” Robbie asked.

“Super warms!” Belle said.

“Oh come on, sis, you like it scalding,” Beau said.  He knelt down next to the teen and dipped a paw into the water.

Belle giggled and nudged her brother.  “You’re just jealous that you’re not as hot as me!”

Beau rolled his eyes.  “Belle, we’re practically identical!” he said.

“But I’m still cuter!  Right, Robbie?” Belle said.

The teenage fox gasped.  “Hey, don’t drag me into this!” he whined.

The twins burst out laughing.

“You jus’ don’t wanna admit I’m cuter!” Belle said.

“In your dreams!  I’m OBVIOUSLY the cute one!” Beau shot back.

Robbie shrugged and eyed the rising water as the twins bickered back and forth.  He ran a paw through the water, making little waves as the tub filled.

He paid little mind to the escalating shouting match between the twins.  Beau had gotten to his feet, and both cubs were wildly gesticulating.  The teen couldn’t help but to watch them.  He found himself practically hypnotized by Beau’s butt and Belle’s pussy as the two nude cubs swayed back and forth, making steadily more dramatic gestures and poses.  He shook his head, then cleared his throat.

“Children, stop bickering!” he yelled.

That shut the twins up.

“Sorry,” they said in unison.

The twins’ tails drooped.  But their remorse was short-lived.  They grinned as they saw the water level rising, and the two clambered into the tub.

“Eek!  C-cold!” Belle cried.

“Cold?  Are you nuts?  This is perfect!” Beau replied.

“Maybe if you wanted an ice bath!” Belle shot back.

“What did I just say?” Robbie said.

The cubs pouted.

“Fiiiiine,” Beau said.  The boy flopped down in the tub’s far corner and crossed his arms.

“Can we make it just a liiiiittle warmer?” Belle asked.

Robbie dipped his paw back into the water.  “Just a little, Beau?  Compromise with me?” Robbie asked.

“I guess,” the pink boy replied.

The fox nodded and adjusted the taps, holding a paw under the spout as he felt for the change in temperature.  That should keep them happy.

The pink twins splashed around a little in the tub as the water steadily rose.

“You should come in with us!” Belle said.

“Yeah!” Beau said.  The boy perked up immediately at that suggestion.  “Join us!  Bath time, bath time!”

Robbie shrugged, then stood up and climbed into the tub.  By then his erection had finally died down.  That didn’t deter the squigs from staring as he climbed into the tub, though.

“Alright.  Happy now?” Robbie asked.  He held tight to the sides of the tub as he settled in.

“Uh huh!” Beau squeaked.

Belle giggled and splashed her paws in the water.  “See, this is better!”

“How’s the temperature for you, Beau?” Robbie asked.

“It’s okay,” the pink boy replied.

The teen nodded and settled into the tub.  He reached over and turned off the tap, then shut his eyes, spending a moment soaking in the warmth of the water.  Soft paws brushed up against his feet, in what the fox could only assume were the squigs playing footsies with him.  

A grin spread across his muzzle as he wiggled his feet against the twins’ smaller paws.  After everything that happened in the bedroom, the fox was happy to engage in some more innocent play with the the two.

But it wouldn’t remain innocent for long.  Robbie didn’t even notice their feet pushing his back until he felt the first brush of squiggle toes against his penis.  He gasped and opened his eyes, looking from one pink twin to the other.

The twins beamed back at him, very purposely rubbing their feet against his boyhood.

“H-hey, what are you doing?” Robbie asked.

“Noooothiiiiing,” the twins sing-songed.

Robbie bit his lip.  It felt rather nice having the twins rub his junk with their feet.  He was already boning up again from the stimulation.  But he had to make sure they actually got clean, too!

“Tell you what,” Robbie said.  “Let’s get you two clean first, and then we can play a little.  Deal?”

“Deal!” the twins cried.

The pink squirrelfoxes broke out into giggles as they withdrew their footpaws.  Each sent a splash at the fox, who returned them in kind before reaching over for a bottle next to the tub.

“You don’t wanna use that one!” Belle said.

Robbie raised an eyebrow and looked at the cub.  “Why not?” he asked.

“That’s not shampoo!” Beau said.  “That’s lube!”

The fox froze.  “What?”

The twins giggled again.

“Lube!” Beau said.

“Ya know, the slippy stuff for butt play!” Belle added.

“I know what it is,” Robbie said.  That was a lie, but he didn’t need to tell the kits that.  “But why do you have that in the bath tub?”

“We keep bottles of ‘em all over the house!” Beau said.

“So we can do butt play anywhere!” Belle said.

“Yeah!  There’s one in each bathroom, one in all the bedrooms,” Beau began.

“A couple in the den, one in the living room under the entertainment center,” Belle continued.

“Yeah, yeah, I get it, I get it,” Robbie said.  He released the bottle and grabbed a different one.  “This one safe?”

“Ooooh, that one’s our favorite!” Beau said.

“Smell it!” Belle cried.

The fox popped the bottle open and took a whiff.  Scents of strawberry and vanilla greeted his nose.  “Huh.  That does smell nice, actually.”

“Wash us, wash us!” the twins said.

Robbie rolled his eyes.  “What, aren’t you two old enough to do that yourselves?” he teased.

“We are,” Beau said.

“But it’s more fun when someone else does it!” Belle said.

“Plus you can get the parts that are hard to reach, like our backs!” Beau added.

They had a point there.  “I guess you’re right,” he said.  “Well, fine.  Since Belle got to play with me first in bed, I’ll wash Beau first.”

Belle pouted and crossed her arms.  Beau let out a whoop and hugged the fox.

“Yay!  Washies!” Beau said.

Robbie chuckled and shook his head, then poured some shampoo into his paw.  “Right.  Washies.”

Much to the fox’s surprise, the pink cub didn’t put up a fight over being washed.  Aside from rubbing his butt up against the fox’s groin while he was washing Beau’s back, the squig didn’t even get naughty with him.  He noted that the cub had a boner when he washed the kit’s crotch, but he didn’t try to push anything.

“Heh.  You really like getting bathed, eh?” Robbie said.

“Uh huh!” Beau said.  He beamed at the fox as he turned around and sat on the edge of the tub.  “Now wash my footpaws!”

The teen laughed as the pink boy lifted both his footpaws right out of the water and shoved them towards him.  “Alright, alright!  Stop wiggling so much and I’ll wash them,” Robbie said.

He grabbed onto one of the kit’s ankles and held it steady.  Beau’s toes wiggled about before him.  He reached for the bottle of shampoo and looked from one paw to the other.

Belle giggled and slipped in between them, slipping her shoulders under Beau’s knees.  “I’ll hold his feets while ya wash him!”

Robbie raised an eyebrow.  “Well, uh, thanks, I guess,” he said.  He poured some more shampoo into his paw and lathered it up.

“Beau’s footpaws are really ticklish,” Belle said.

Now her assistance made a little more sense.  “Thanks for the warning,” Robbie said.  He brought his paws in and began to wash the pink boy’s footpaws.

Sure enough, he was very ticklish.  Beau giggled and squirmed the whole time the fox was washing his feet.  Robbie was glad to have Belle holding him still for it.

“There we go,” Robbie said.  “All done.  Now it’s your turn, Belle.”

Belle, like her brother, quietly cooperated with the fox as he washed her.  She didn’t even grind against him while he washed her back.  When it came time to wash her legs, she, like her brother, sat up on the edge of the tub, but lifted one leg out of the water at a time.  Robbie could still get peeks at her puss as he cleaned her, but only brief glances.  Once he was finished, the squigs both came up to him.

“Now we’ll wash you!” Beau said.

Robbie laughed and settled down in the tub.  “Well, alright, then.  I guess you guys are clean now, so why not?”

The twins shared a grin, then grabbed onto their sitter’s arms and dragged him into the far corner of the tub.  The fox was a little surprised by how strong the eight year olds were.

“Let’s start with your feet!” Belle said.

The fox raised an eyebrow, but shrugged.  “Uh, sure, I guess.”

He squeaked as Belle grabbed one of his ankles and tugged his footpaw up out of the water.  Those two were eager!  Beau popped open the bottle of shampoo and poured some out into his paw.  He lathered it up, and began to slowly massage the fox’s footpaw.

The pink boy took his time, getting in between each of the fox’s toes, and massaging his pawpads.  It was actually kinda relaxing.  After about a minute of it, Robbie cleared his throat.  “Uh, don’t you have other parts to wash?”

The twins grinned, and Belle dipped the fox’s footpaw below the water to rinse away the soap, then pulled it back up and nuzzled it.  “Maaaaaaybeeeeee,” Belle said.

“But ya gotta take yur time washin’ yur footsies!” Beau replied as he reached under the water and pulled up Robbie’s other footpaw.

The teen watched the two pink twins, perplexed, as they nuzzled at the bottoms of his footpaws.  What were those two up to?

Without warning, the twins each started suckling the fox’s toes.  Their tongues rubbed against his pawpads, their lips hugging tight around Robbie’s digits.

“H-heeeeey!” Robbie said.  That was a little TOO weird for him.  “W-what do you think you’re doing?!”

The pink twins each pulled their muzzles back with little pops and giggled at the fox.

“Sorry,” Beau said.

“We jus’ like footpaws,” Belle said.

Before Robbie could reply, the squigs released his ankles and rushed him.

“Come on, sit on the edge so we can wash your bits now!” Beau said.

“Gotta get yur peepee nice and clean!” Belle declared.

The fox scrambled backwards, forced up onto the edge of the tub by the crowding squigs.  “Okay, okay, jeez,” he said.

Despite his desire otherwise, the fox was finding himself boning up.  He wasn’t quite sure how, after the work-out his dick had gotten with the twins in their bedroom.  He groaned as their paws began eagerly soaping up his dick.  In seconds he was almost fully hard, his boyhood pointing proudly outward from his groin.

“Uh oh,” Beau said.

“I think he needs some deeper cleaning!” Belle said.

The twins beamed up at the fox, and splashed his dick a few times to wash away the soap.  Robbie could only stare in awe as the two cubs began to lick his penis.

His paws came to rest on the back of the twins’ heads.  It felt surprisingly pleasant having his dick licked.  His shaft twitched under their ministrations.

Then Beau took his glans into his mouth.  Robbie gasped.  Belle’s pussy and Beau’s butt felt really nice, but damn.  His mouth was on a new level!  He shivered as the pink boy eased his foreskin back with his lips.  His fur stood on end as Beau’s tongue swirled all around his sensitive glans.  He felt like he could cum right then and there.

Before he could, though, Beau pulled off.  The fox’s whine was cut off as the boy’s sister quickly took his place.  Robbie groaned, pushing his hips forward as the squirrelvixen suckled his glans.  It was hard to decide who was better.  Belle’s tongue work was decidedly more sedate, really drawing out the pleasure, though Beau seemed to have a better grasp on which spots to hit to really drive him wild.

“O-oh gods,” Robbie muttered.

The twins grinned, and Belle eased her muzzle back.  Each twin grabbed hold of the teen’s shaft and stroked it, and they brought their muzzles in around his glans, licking all over it, practically making out with the fox’s glans between their muzzles.

It was all too much.  Robbie arched his back and moaned out, his whole body trembling as he came for the third time that night.  His shaft pulsed in the kits’ paws as they milked him, his seed splattering across their faces.  It was a much lighter, thinner load than his first go of the evening.  The fox was a little surprised he had anything left at all.

“Hee.  Made ya cum!” Beau said.

Belle grinned and pounced her brother.

Robbie came to his senses in time to watch the two squigs finish licking his seed off each others’ faces.  He sank back into the tub, panting like he’d just run a marathon.  These two were something else!

The twins giggled and leaned against their sitter, giving him hugs from both sides.

“Brr.  Water’s gettin’ cold now,” Belle said.

“Yeah.  This is a lil too cold even for me!” Beau said.

Robbie shook his head to clear it.  “Well, I guess it’ll be time for bed, then.”

The squigs let out little whoops, and leapt out of the tub.  They shook off, sending water cascading everywhere, then grabbed towels and dried themselves off.  By the time Robbie had recovered and opened the drain, the squigs were already off down the hall, headed to their bedroom.

He waited for the tub to finish emptying, then shook himself off before climbing out.  He snatched up a towel and dried off, then followed the two out the door.

When he peeked into their bedroom, the squig twins were already fast asleep in their beds.

**********

Finally, silence!  The night had been wild, and Robbie was happy to finally have his charges in bed.  The fox let out a groan as he flopped down on the couch, only his boxers separating his fur from the cushion.  The teen didn’t see much point in getting the rest of his clothes back on until the squigs’ parents were about to arrive back home.  

His bottom felt a little weird from the dildo play.  Not sore or anything, but odd.  Empty, almost.  And with the initial shock of that massive dildo finally wearing off, the teen’s horror was quickly giving way to curiosity.

“No way,” Robbie muttered.  He grabbed the remote and turned on the TV.

Try as the fox might, though, he couldn’t get the thought of that massive dildo out of his head.  None of the movies or shows available for streaming held any interest for him.  They certainly couldn’t get the image of that massive schlong out of his head.

The fox growled and turned off the TV, then looked toward the staircase.  There wasn’t any harm in trying it, right?

Robbie padded toward the stairs, pausing at the bottom.  Was he really going to do this?  He sighed and grabbed the railing.  The fox perked his ears as he began to ascend, treading lightly to keep from making too much noise.  The last thing he wanted to do was wake his charges and have them all over him.

At the top of the stairs he paused again, ears primed.  Silence.  Now to get that toy.

Robbie tiptoed down the dark hall, staying as light on his pawpads as he could go.  He had no idea how deeply his charges slept, and wanted to minimize the chances that they’d wake up.  As he reached the door to the twins’ bedroom, he almost had a change of heart.  After all, that toy was HUGE.  There’s no way it’d even fit inside him.  Right?

But dammit, he had to try!

Cold metal greeted the fox’s paw.  He took a moment to allow his eyes to adjust to the near-darkness in the hall before he turned the knob.  His ears were perked for any sound that might indicate that the pink twins were anything other than sound asleep.

The teen eased the door open, poking his head around it.  It was a clear night outside.  Dim moonlight flooded in from the window, casting the room in silhouettes.  He could just make out the gentle rise and fall of the squigs’ chests in their beds.  Definitely asleep.

Robbie let the door open about half way, then made his way across the room to the pile of plushies.  He knelt down before it.  The dildo still lay atop the pile, just where Belle had left it.  As he wrapped his paws around it, he picked up the sound of the pink twins stirring.

The fox froze.  His ears perked up, and he swiveled his head around to check on the twins.

One of the twins — in the dark it was impossible to tell which — had rolled over, and was wiggling around as they got comfortable again.  Robbie held stock still, hoping that the squig didn’t wake up.

Sure enough, after a few moments of squirming, the cub settled back down.  The teen fox let out the breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding.  He eased back up onto his footpaws and tiptoed out the door.

Robbie let out a sigh of relief as he pulled the twins’ door shut behind him.  Toy obtained.  Now for lube.  The fox slipped back down the hall and down the stairs.  The lamp he’d left on in the living room gave his eyes welcome light to guide him the rest of the way.  He flopped down on the couch and examined his prize.

It seemed even bigger up close.  The fox reverently ran his paws along its length.  A shiver ran down his spine.  He let out a low moan.  His penis began firming up in his boxers just from feeling up the toy.  He shook his head to clear it, then laid the dildo on the couch next to him.

Now for that lube.  The fox crossed the room to the entertainment center and opened the lower doors.  Sure enough, just like Belle said, there was a bottle of lube tucked in the corner.  He grabbed it, then returned to the couch.

How was he going to do this?  It’d be pretty hard to get something that big inside of him.  He noted that the base seemed rather flat, and a plan formed.

Robbie lifted up the toy and carried it to the middle of the room.  The tiled floor made a good, stable surface for the toy.  He pressed it down and let it go.  Sure enough, the toy stayed stationary.  Perfect.  He pulled his boxers down and kicked them off to the side, then got down on his knees next to the toy.

With shaking paws, Robbie opened the lube.  He poured a generous amount over the toy, watching the viscous liquid flow down the sides.  Once he was satisfied, he put the bottle down and rubbed his paws up and down the toy, getting it nice and slick with lube.

“Moment of truth,” he whispered.

His knees quaked as he stood up.  Was he really about to try to take this monster inside him?  He squated down over it, holding the shaft steady with a paw.  A soft groan slipped from his lips as he found his tailhole with the tip.

“On three,” he whispered.  “One.  Two.  Three!”

Robbie gritted his teeth and bore down onto the massive toy.  His eyes bulged as he felt his ring stretched almost to breaking around the massive shaft.  Crap!  This thing felt even bigger inside!  Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea.

He moved to straighten his legs to climb off the toy, and slipped on a puddle of lube that had flowed off from the toy.  Stars flew before the fox’s eyes as he went down, and suddenly found himself fully impaled on the massive cock.  His back arched, his face contorted into a silent scream as pain and pleasure overwhelmed the teen.  The last thing he remembered was the cold tiles meeting his shoulders.

**********

Light seeped in through the fox’s eyelids.  The sounds and smell of cooking turkey bacon reached the fox’s nose.  That smelled good.

Wait.  Why could he hear it sizzling?

Robbie’s eyes popped open.  He sat up and looked around.

Where was he?  This wasn’t his house!  Sure, this couch was comfortable, but it wasn’t his.  He rubbed his forehead, and the realization dawned on him.  He was at the squigs’ house.  But wait.  What time was it?!

Two pink flashes ran down the stairs.

“Morning, Robbie!” Beau and Belle called.  The two barely paused as they raced past the fox into the kitchen.

Robbie groaned and got his feet on the floor.  He was wearing his boxers again, but he didn’t remember putting them on.  The last thing he remembered from last night was—

The fox froze.  He looked at the spot on the floor where he’d left the toy.  No sign of it, or the lube, or anything.  He blushed as he stood up.  He stumbled into the kitchen, sleep still clinging to his limbs and fogging his vision.

“Morning, sleepyhead,” Josh said.

Robbie blushed deeper and raised a paw.  “M-mornin’,” he muttered.

“Sorry we got in a little later than we expected,” the fennec said.  “We do appreciate you staying the rest of the night, and we’ll compensate you accordingly, as promised.”

“Uh… n-no problem?” Robbie said.  He was a little confused.  They hadn’t called to say they’d be late, did they?

Two big paws landed on the fox’s shoulders, nearly making him leap from his skin.

“Don’t worry,” came Stuart’s husky voice.  “We called your mom and let her know you’d be spending the night.  And we cleaned up the mess.”

Robbie shuddered as the wolf slipped past him toward the table.  He rubbed his eyes again and looked toward the table.

Beau and Belle were already seated, scarfing down eggs and bacon.  The pink twins were as naked as they were at bed time.  As Stuart sat down, he noted that the wolf was wearing only a pair of white briefs.

“You’re welcome to join us for breakfast,” Josh said.

“Th-thanks,” Robbie said.  “But I think I’ll—”  His stomach growled, and the fox reversed course.  “— just have a little bit before I go.”

As he sat down at the table, the wolf addressed him again.

“I trust that Beau and Belle were good for you last night?”

“Y-yes.  Uh, very,” Robbie said.  His inner ears burned as he thought about just HOW good those two had been.

“Can Robbie be our babysitter from now on?” Beau asked.

“Yeah!  Please, daddy?” Belle sang.

The wolf grunted, then looked at the fox.  “Well?  What do you say?  Think you can handle being the regular sitter for these two?”

Could he handle it?  Robbie wasn’t sure about that.  But as he considered it, he felt the twins’ footpaws rubbing against his legs under the table, and the memories of last night came flooding back.  A rush of blood fled southwards.  “Y-yeah.  I think I could do that.”