Sarah let out a frustrated sigh as she flopped down onto the hotel room bed.  Naturally, since she was the only girl on her soccer team, the coaches felt it necessary to get her a separate room.  And so that's just what she got -- a small, separate room, and thanks to a quirk in the booking, on the opposite side of the hotel from the rest of her team.  Much as she loved soccer, she couldn't wait for this stupid tournament to be over.

She sat up as she heard the sounds of other cubs outside.  Maybe one of the opposing teams was roomed nearby.  She ran to the door and checked out the peephole.  Sure enough, a bunch of cubs were flowing into the rooms around her, some of them wearing soccer jerseys from another school.  Maybe she'd be able to find some company for the night, after all!

She decided to wait until she could catch one of the boys alone.  It didn't take long.  Almost as soon as they were in their rooms, a door opened, and a wolf boy came out.  "Guys, I'm gonna go for a quick run!" he called, pulling the door shut behind him.  Perfect opportunity!

As soon as she saw his door closed, Sarah opened hers and poked her head out.  "Hey.  You here for the regionals?" she asked, hoping that her voice didn't sound too feminine.  It wouldn't do to give away her secret now.

"Yeah," the wolf said, stopping outside her door to stretch.  "Where's your team at?  I know you're not with our school."

"Oh, there was some mix-up with the reservations and the rest of my team's on the other side of the hotel," Sarah said.  She looked up and down the hall, then said, "Hey, how about you head into my room for a lil pre-game fun?"

The wolf raised an eyebrow.  "What kinda fun?" he asked.

Sarah giggled and checked both ways down the hall, then dashed up to the wolf and gave him a little grope.  "How about this kinda fun?" 

Martin squeaked and blushed at the grope, and looked both ways himself, then grabbed her paw and ran into her room, pulling her along with him and shutting the door behind him.  "Screw running, yiff's more fun!" he said.

The vixen grinned, and walked the boy over to her bed, slipping a paw down into his shorts and groping him through his underwear.  "What's your name, anyway?" she asked.

"Martin," the wolf replied, murring softly as he reached out and groped her.  His eyebrows raised as his paw didn't encounter anything like what he was expecting.  Almost immediately, he pulled his paw up and slipped it right down into her underwear, his fingers slipping lower... "FUCK!" he hissed.  "You're not a boy!"

Sarah murred softly, a murr that switched immediately to a disappointed groan as the wolf's paw retreated from her privates.  She gasped as he stepped back suddenly, forcing her paw out of his pants.  "Well, no.  No I'm not."

"No way I'm doing a girl," Martin said, trying to slip past the fox.

Sarah moved to block him.  "Why not?  You gay or something?"

Martin grunted as he tried to slip past her.  "Well, yeah, as a matter of fact, I am, now get out of my way!" 

Sarah ran to the door and stood in front of it.  "Your team know?" she asked.

Martin let out a frustrated groan.  "No, now get out of my way!" he said, lunging for the door.

"I bet they'd like to know," Sarah said.

Martin froze at that.  "You wouldn't," he said.

Sarah giggled softly.  "Oh, maybe I would.  Why?  Whatcha gonna do about it?"

Martin's face went pale, his ears and tail drooping.  "You can't!" he hissed.  "My dad would kill me if he finds out!  And if the team knew, it'd only be a matter of time before he heard.  You can't tell anyone!"

The vixen grinned.  She had the wolf in her grasp now.  "Oh, fine.  I won't tell.  On one condition."

"Anything!" Martin said.

Sarah grinned and pulled off her t-shirt, her sports bra quickly following, then unbuttoned her shorts and pulled them down along with her panties.  "You have to fuck me."

Martin's jaw dropped.  "Anything but that!"

Sarah crossed her arms and shook her head.  "Just one little fuck, that's all I ask.  Is that so much to keep your secret?" 

"Yes!  Yes it is!" Martin said.

Sarah rolled her eyes.  "Come on.  Have you ever even tried it with a girl?"

"Eww!  No!  Why would I want to?" Martin shot back.

"Well, how do you know you don't like it if you've never even tried it?" Sarah asked.  "And hey.  If you do it with me, here, now, no one has to know, right?"

Martin sighed and put a paw to his face.  He considered that.  Clearly this girl wasn't going to give up.  He gritted his teeth and growled, then sighed.  "Fine.  Whatever.  I'll do it."

Sarah grinned and leapt at him, throwing her arms around him and giving him a quick peck on the lips.  "You won't regret this," she whispered as she took his paw and lead him over to the bed.  

"We'll see about that," Martin muttered as the vixen led him to the bed.  When they reached it, she released his paw and grabbed his pants.  He batted her paws away.  "Nuh uh.  I do that."

Sarah grinned and grabbed his wrists.  "I don't think you understand the situation here, Marty.  You're gonna do exactly what I say, or I tell your team.  Got it?"

Martin growled again, but let his arms go limp.  "Fine, whatever.  Just make it quick," he said as he pulled off his shirt, thankfully without protest.

The vixen giggled and tugged down his track shorts, grinning at her first look at his boxers.  Of course, she wouldn't be looking at them for long.  She slipped her fingers into the waistband of his undies and tugged them down, letting out another giggle as she revealed his flaccid penis.  "Ooo, someone's circumsized!" she said.

"Yeah, so what?" Martin said.  "You don't have a dick at all, so nnnn," he said, sticking his tongue out at her.

"Uncut ones are more fun," she said, flicking it with a finger before she wrapped her paw around it, stroking it to try to get him hard.

Martin bit his lip, and sighed.  "Yeah, fine, that's true," he admitted.  "My boyfriend's uncut."

Sarah giggled, staring at his cock as she kept stroking it, trying her best to get it hard.  "Well, think of him, 'cause you're not leaving here till you've fucked me!"

"Well, you're not helping!" Martin said.  But he shut his eyes and tried to imagine that it was a boy's paw on his penis instead of this girl's.  It took a little, but he finally started to stiffen.

"See, there ya go!" Sarah said, stroking him until he was at full erection.  She then pushed herself back onto the bed.  "Tell you what.  I'll let you do me from behind so you don't have to look at me or anything.  Sound ok?"

Martin sighed and climbed into the bed.  "Whatever," he said as he scooted up to her.

Sarah giggled a bit.  "That's a good boy.  I'll even let you pick if you use a condom or not."

"Oh, fuck no," Martin said.  "If I'm gonna have to fuck a chick, I wanna feel it.  Plus, then it's your damn fault if I knock you up."

Sarah couldn't help but to giggle.  Yes, she'd have to leave out the part about her being infertile, for his ego's sake.  "Well, then, whenever you're ready," she said as she lifted up her leg.

Martin humphed and looked at her.  "I, uh... what am I supposed to do?"

The vixen giggled.  "Do you need help finding my pussy?"

"Look, if you want it in you, you're gonna have to throw me a bone here!" Martin said.  "I've never done this before!"

Sarah rolled her eyes, then slipped her leg over Martin's legs, pulling him close and reaching down between his legs to find his cock.  "Here, let me show you," she said, angling herself so his tip was pressed against her moist folds.  "I think you can figure it out from here."

Martin groaned and gritted his teeth.  Without a word, he grabbed the female around her waist and pushed his hips forward, gasping as he felt his cock sink into her warm, moist depths.  It was a lot squishier than he had expected, and... actually not all that unpleasant.  He shook his head quickly to put that thought out of his mind as he started thrusting into her as fast as he could, eager to just get it over with. 

Sarah bit her lip to keep herself from moaning too loudly.  She had to admit, the wolf wasn't that bad considering it was his first time with a girl.  Though it couldn't be that different fucking a pussy from an ass, and if this boy had a boyfriend, he'd probably had his share of ass.  He didn't seem to be a bottom, at least.  Not with the way he was taking control.

Of course, it didn't last long.  Martin's thrusts soon got too energetic, and on one withdrawal, he accidentally pulled all the way out.  "Fuck, I'm not in there anymore, am I?" Martin said when he realized this.

Sarah rolled her eyes and reached down, grabbing his cock and guiding it back to her pussy.  "There you go," she said, letting out a little squeak as he pushed right back in.

Martin thrusted a few more times, then slowed down and whispered, "Look, could I at least do your butt?  That's something I'm more familiar with."

"Nope!  Pussy," Sarah said, pulling him in tight with her leg around him.

Martin sighed and shook his head, and resumed his quick pace, his balls starting to slap against her with each inward thrust.  His eyes widened, and he bit his lip to bite back a moan as his orgasm snuck up on him.  He pressed his hips hard against Sarah's pussy as he came, his cock twitching wildly in her as he filled her with his seed.  As soon as was finished, he whispered, "Fine, I came in you.  Can I go now?"

"Nuh uh," Sarah said as she grabbed one of his paws and guided it down to her sex.  "Not till I've cum, too."  She guided his fingers to her clit, and whispered, "Rub here until I tell you to stop.  And keep thrusting if you can."

Martin screwed up his face in disgust as he felt the wrinkled folds of the girl's clitoral hood, but did as she asked, flicking his finger over the nub and trying his best to keep thrusting into her with his quickly flagging erection.  His thrusts soon proved futile, as his rapidly softening cock slipped from her pussy, followed by a little flow of his semen.  "Guess that's all the thrusting you're getting," he whispered.

Sarah panted and shut her eyes, then grabbed his wrist and guided his paw lower.  "Then you slip a couple fingers in me to replace them!"

Martin groaned and rolled his eyes, keeping them tightly shut as he slipped two fingers into the now-sticky, moist cavern of the horny girl's sex.  Thankfully, his position made him inadvertently tease her clit from the inside with his fingers, and barely a minute later, the vixen was shuddering through her own orgasm, biting down on a pillow to stifle her moans.

As she came down from her peak, she sighed and patted Martin's arm.  "Alright, Martin... you can go," she whispered.

"Thank fuck," Martin muttered, immediately pulling his fingers from her sex and running right to the bathroom to wash off the sexual fluids.

Sarah giggled as she rolled onto her back, and slipped a couple fingers into her cunny, fingering herself as she played back the feel of the wolf's cock inside her.  She looked up when he got out of the bathroom, and watched him get dressed.  As he reached the door, she said, "Just so you know, even if you didn't fuck me... I wouldn't have told."

Martin froze, then looked back at the vixen, his face contorted in rage.  "You... you... cunt," he hissed, and he threw the door open, slamming it behind him.