Chapter one: the encounter
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I Got the Yiffies
The year is 2007. Events are about to unfold that will change a young raccoon's life forever. Let's watch, shall we?
"Hey, Krys!" Shouted a sleek skunk, with a mild build for a male of his age.
"Yeah, what, 'Peppe'?" Teased Krys, a sexy vixen with black hair that extended to the mid of her back.
The skunk got a little upset and blushed, saying "Would you like to come to the dance with me? I mean, since you've pretty much decimated everyone else's heart... I thought, maybe I'd have better.."
She cut him off there. "No, Jerre, I'm not going to the dance, I have to babysit," She pouted and noticed a shy looking raccoon boy, and immediately broke off the conversation. "Hey, I'll see you later, okay?"
"Oh, okay..." said the skunk, near heartbroken.
Krys Immediately started to persue the 'coon, calling his name. "Christian, hey red-head, Christian!"
The coon turned around, caught a glimpse of his bully, meeped, and tried to escape into the dumbest idea for a middle school; a unisex bathroom. He dove into an empty stall and locked himself in, sat down on the toilet and tucked his knees up to his chest, his tail swished nervously. He whispered to himself, "Please, don't let her find me, please!" Then, the sound came. It was the creaking of an opening door. Then came the padding of foot pads, creeping closer. Christian's heart was beating out of his chest. He heard another sound, the sound of the stall next to him opening and locking. and another fur sitting on the toilet. He let out a sigh of relief. He got up and unlocked the door. He meekly stepped forth and turned, but he didn't get a few steps before he ran into something.
"Gotcha now, red-head!" said Krys, appearing out of the stall he had deemed harmless.
Christian immediatly started to squirm, but to no avail, as she was stronger than he was. "Let me go, Krys, I.... I want to go home..." He was on the verge of crying, just thinking about the tortures he thought she was about to put him through this time.
"No, I don't think I will. I want to 'play' a bit." Krys said this and Christian started crying. "Dry up, I'm not gonna hurt you."
"Wha.. wha.. you're not?" Asked Christian, deeply confused, by what she said, how she said it, and just this whole situation.
"No," She said, then grinned widely. "I want to make up for all the times I've picked on you."
"How?" Asked the now even more confused Christian, ears perked now that the danger has passed, but his tail was still swaying.
"How's about we meet at your place tonight, it's Friday, afterall. My parents already said I could spend the night at a friend's house."
After a short while of pondering, Christian nodded, and then said "My parents are out of town, and I can just ask if I can have a friend over for the night."
"Good, That might work out, and maybe we can be friends. Here, use my phone." She handed him a pink cell phone with a paw print on it.
"Thanks," He said while dialing the number given to him. "Mom? Oh, hi where's Mom? Can I talk to her, please? Thanks." He waited for a while before saying again, " Mom, do you think its okay if I have a friend over? Thanks, Uh-huh, yeah, mhmm," He glanced at Krys, "I love you too... bye." He told Krys that she had said yes.
"Cool, now I gotta stop by my place first so, meet me at the corner store, okay?" She proposed.
"Okay." Said the coon with a little more confidence. "I'll be there, I got some extra money, so you want anything to drink?"
"Sure, just a slurpie, please," She grinned.
"Oh yeah, and can you let go of my shirt?" Asked Christian.
She immediately let go of him and ruffled his hair, "Sure thing."
"RIIIIING!" Went the school bell, signifying the end of the day, and the beginning of the trip to the corner store, which was astray Christians usual route, but was not that big a deal as he was looking forward to the rest of the day.
Christian Took in a deep breath as he stepped outside with his binder and textbooks in hand. "Alright, the corner store, so I go left down Townsend, Right on DeRussey and left again on Hartland, alright, I can do that." He Got his bike, a simple mountain bike he pretty much built himself, from the bike rack and took off down the route he planned; left, right, then left again. The whole trip took about an hour as it was all on country roads, and the quickest route, the one Christian chose, was ten miles. When he arrived, He saw a vixen sitting on the curb of the store. "Hey, how long you been here?"
"About five minutes, no problem really." Krys replied, grinning. Her red fur glowed in the sun's light and her black headfur gleamed in it as well.
"You still want that drink?" offered Christian, getting out his wallet from his jean pocket.
"Sure, just make sure its not over full, okay?" Cautioned Krys.
"Okay," obligued Christian, a little confused on why, as he had always liked over filled slurpies.
The two walked into the store together. Christian told Krys to get her a slurpie, and him a pop. He walked over to the counter to prepare to pay. "That'll be Six dollars 'n eighty cents," said the rather plump rabbit manning the register.
"Here's a ten," Said Christian. The lapine immediately counted out three-twenty and gave it to him. "Wait a minute, Krys," Said Christian as the vixen came to his side at the counter.
"What?" She asked.
"How in the world did you beat me here when I got a head start, AND chose the fastest route from school?"
"That's easy," She said cooly, pulling out a keychain with a single key on it. "I drove here."
"In what? You're only 14!" He exclaimed.
"You're about to see, we need to get going anyway, it's getting late," She said.
The two walked out of the store and around to the side where a nice go-cart type vehicle that was clearly customized sat. Christian stood there with his muzzle agape untill he could say "Is this what we're going to my house in?"
"Yep,"
"And of my bike?"
"We can strap it on top, don't worry, I've done it before," she said as she made her way to the rear of the vehicle, which was, luckily, a two seater. She pulled out some bungie cables and draped them over her shoulder and said, "Go get your bike."
"Okay, but I love this thing... if it falls off, you replace it," he threatened.
"I could probably fix it," she laughed.
"Okay," replied Christian, shaking his head as he brought his bike over.
The pair hefted the lightweight bike onto the Go-cart and strapped it on. Satisfied that it was securely strapped on, Krys motioned Christian into the driver's seat and gave a brief tutorial on how to drive this vehicle. "This is the ignition, this is the headlights, this is the gas, this is the brakes, alright, now that should to it, I took out the clutch and made it automatic. I'm good that way." She bragged.
"You don't have to be like that, you know," said the raccoon, trying to act cute. "Aww, you's just a wittle guy, gimme a hug!" she said, suddenly lunging at Christian.
"Ack! It Burnses us!" He teased.
She pulled away and threw him in the seat and sat in her seat, slurpie in hand. "Drive. Your house, now."
The change of tone in her voice frightened him a bit, so he did what he was told. "Okay."
"Good," she said.
So the two drove in near silence for about 20 minutes before Christian's house even came into sight. Once Christian pulled into his driveway and parked the buggy, he got out and turned it off, giving the key to Krys. They then walked up to the front door together. Christian opened the door, letting Krys in. "Well, welcome to my home."
"It's nice," she said, looking at the marble tile floor that felt so smooth beneath her bare footpaws. "So, what are we gonna do?" She said this with a smile on her face.
"What do you mean?" asked the only slightly confused Christian.
Krys closed the front door and drew the shades so no one could see inside. She then put a paw on Christian's shoulder and guided him to sit down on the couch. She then told him in a firm voice, "Take off your clothes."
Christian, now blushing, was flabberghasted. He could hardly speak, let alone move when she pushed him back and straddled him at the waist. "What... did... did.. you say?"
"Take off your clothes, raccoon." She said with a playful, yet serious glare.
Feeling trapped again, he reluctantly took off his hoodie, and then his tee shirt, leaving his surprisingly well toned body bare to the vixen. "Get off of me, if you want my clothes off, I can't do it with you sitting on my pants."
"Wow, well put, but I get what you mean." She gets off and takes her own shirt off. Her ample breasts were now bare, as she was not wearing a bra, probably another thing she went to her house to do, as dress code at school requires a bra.
The coon got up and un-fastened his pants, he then unziped them and lets them fall around his ankles before he kicks them off. He was wearing boxers underneath, and his sheath was aching and bulging under them. He looked up to see the vixen beat him to the finnish line, her completely nude in front of him, and on her knees. He blushed deeply, and he pulled his boxers down and off and threw them off to the side. "What have you, err, in mind?"
The vixen ignored what he had said as his sheath and balls were bigger and more tantelizing than she had thought. She looked up to him and said "Get ready," and tested the taste of the raccoon's sac. Meanwhile, he let out a slight moan, and sat down on the couch. She continued to lap at his balls untill they were slightly covered with her saliva. She then took an orb into her mouth and began to suck on it, rolling it with her tongue. The tip of his cock began to peek out of its fuzzy grey hiding place. He let out a louder, more throaty moan than before, only to be greeted by a giggle around his testicle. His entire head was out now, pitch black and glossy. It was engorging with blood at a rapid rate. She saw it coming out, and reached a paw out and grabbed the two maybe three inches that were out and began to stroke it, increasing the pleasure that was being recieved by the raccoon. He squirmed, moaned, groaned, and curled his toes as he almost came right there, but she had other plans. he was now fully erect at a respectable six inches long. She pushed the stuff off of the coffe table, fortunately, nothing on it was breakable. She lay on front, with her rear presented to Christian. She said, "Yiff me."
"But, I don't have a condom," he said, clearly disappointed.
"I don't care, take my pussy for a bit, then do finnish up in my ass," she said nonchalantly.
"You sure?" He asked, not wanting any mistakes.
"Yeah, just do it." There was that tone of voice again.
"Alright, alright, I'll do it," Christian sighed, getting behind Krys, placing a paw on either side of her hips. He positioned his cock at her pussy lips and slowly pushed forward, into her, causing her to moan loudly in pleasure. He also let out a slight moan, athough it was more like a groan.
"Deeper, ohh, come on, give it to me!" She demanded, laying her face on the table.
They were soon hilted. The vixen gave Christian the okay to go, so he started to slowly piston in and out, massaging almost every bit of her inner-region. "Ahh, you're so tight," said Christian. He felt a tingling sensation around his loins, dreading the impending orgasm. He Reluctantly pulled out with a "SLLURP!"
"Aww, What's wrong, that all you.." Krys was cut off by a muzzle exploring her pussy, lapping and licking around her clit. This sent waves of pleasure and heat surging through her body. "Ahhh!, S... S... Stop!" She pushed him off of her to ensure she maintained control. "I didn't tell you to do that!" She said.
"I... I.. I thought, you'd like it," said the coon, now frightened.
"Oh well, just fuck my ass," She said, smiling back at him.
Christian thought he sensed a bit of sarcasm, but cast it aside and prepared to take Krys' tailhole. He positioned his tip at the ring of muscle, as his rod was already lubed from Krys' juices. "Ready?" He asked.
"Yep," She said, bracing herself.
"Alright, here we go," He said as he pressed forward, spreading her tight ring apart. Slowly but surely he was making progress.
"You can go a bit faster, I can take it," she said, Her eyes closed tight.
"You sure?" He asked, not wanting to hurt her.
"Yeah, I'm sure." She said again.
"Alright," he said, grinning. Christian quickly hilted himself, recieving a sharp yelp.
"Not that fast, oww!" She cried, as the sharp pain tore through her backside.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to," he said, meaningfully.
"Its okay, you can start now."
Christian happily obligued and slowly began to work his hips back and forth, pushing and pulling his member in and out of his new mate's tailhole. The volume increased, as the moans and groans from both parties became more frequent. Christian was the first one to show signs of orgasm, as he started to pant loudly and he wrapped his arms around her and began to thrust as hard as he could, hitting her G-spot each time, which brought her to the high he was at "Almost.... Ahh!" Yelled Krys, "Keep that up, kid!"
"Ahhh!" Screamed Christian, releasing his raccoon semen into Krys' no longer virgin ass.
"Mmmmm!" moaned Krys as she orgasmed loudly.
They stayed like that, panting and resting slightly. "Lets get cleaned up, wow, I'm tired."
"Sounds like a plan," said Krys, "Lets go take a shower."
"Okay!" He said enthusiastically. They then took off toward the bathroom together, what they did in there is a different story.