Innocence is Lost
--1
It felt to Rosa like a new child was in her home every time she turned around. A year before and she was delighted to see bright, young faces hip-high; little snouts smeared with dirt and paws gritty from the sandbox. They were always polite and sweet. Yes ma'am, no ma'am, thank you ma'am, and she was happy to make peanut butter and honey sandwiches or help them skewer their juice boxes. She was as jolly as she was overweight with friends of June - her daughter of about ten years, whom proudly told her age in fractions. Her teenage son Aaron would rarely acknowledge the children, being "too cool" for kids, but showed no obvious hostility around them.
Now Rosa's heart sank when she saw a new child. One looked up at her now sporting a precious, yet mischievous smile. His masked face appeared natural offering up such a sly expression. Rosa thought he looked like a fox. She was half right.
"Hello ma'am," he chirped, unfailingly sweet in discordance with his grin. "June said I had to ask permission if I wanted to stay the night, so, ummm," he giggled infectiously, steepling his fingers, "can I? Please?"
No! Leave, please, and don't come back! Rosa held back her tears, feigned a smile. She had gotten good at keeping her composure around the young ones. Before she could offer the foxcoon a reasonable explanation as to why he could not stay, Aaron slunk around the corner and lay his palm upon her shoulder. Rosa tensed and closed her eyes. She gripped the edge of the counter, turning her knuckles white.
"Well, hello there, little man," Aaron smiled. It was the same kind of smile that the fox had innately mastered. On Aaron, a handsome shark with very calm eyes, such smiles looked severe and worrisome. His tailfin swayed, brushing the floor and his mother's fin. "You must be June's new friend. You just moved in, isn't that right?"
"Uh-huh!" the foxcoon said, nodding. "Like a week ago." He darted his green eyes from Rosa's stony face to Aaron's appraising gaze and back again. "Um, so, can I stay, ma'am? I promise I'll be good."
Rosa laughed uneasily. If she hadn't, she would have cried. "Well, I just don't know," said the fat shark, turning to look at Aaron. "It's a school night. This young man should probably rest at home, don't you think?"
Aaron saw the pleading in Rosa's eyes. He disregarded it with a grin when he said to his mother's face, "I'm sure he'll bounce back. He can stay tonight, mom."
"All right," Rosa whispered. "I think I need to go lie down for a bit. You kids have fun," she droned, pulling away from Aaron and walking out. She didn't realize that she had never learned the boy's name.
Granted relative privacy, Aaron smiled and knelt down. He smoothed back his dark hair then held the fox's shoulder in a chummy way. "And what's your name, little man? I'm Aaron."
"Desmond," he brightly answered, swishing his bushy tail. "Thanks for letting me stay. I didn't think your mom was gonna let me."
Chuckling, rubbing Desmond's shoulder, Aaron said, "She worries about silly stuff whenever June's friends are around. You'll be fine, I'll make sure of it."
An awkward silence festered in that moment, Aaron gently kneading Desmond's shoulder as he looked the foxcoon up and down. Desmond was young, perhaps ten or eleven, wearing blue jeans and a dirt-stained green shirt which he appeared to be rapidly outgrowing. What attracted Aaron to Desmond besides his vulnerability was his pretty blonde hair. Most parents would not let a little boy grow such long hair. Aaron was grateful that Desmond's did.
Fidgeting uncomfortably, Desmond wiggled out of Aaron's gentle grip. "I'm gonna go play with June, we left our game paused."
"Sure," Aaron smiled. He watched Desmond scamper off and rubbed his groin thoughtfully. Later, he thought, grinning. But for now... The shark walked boldly into his mother's room, shedding his clothing once inside. Rosa whimpered and turned away from him. She brokenly accepted her fate when he slipped into her bed.
--2
Through the evening, Desmond and June squealed and giggled as they played their games. The muffled, plaintive sounds coming out of Rosa's bedroom were lost under their giddy cries. June had learned to tune them out anyway.
When the last match ended, Desmond stood up in a red-cheeked pout and turned off the console. June giggled and grinned, still holding her controller tightly. "What's the matter?" she teased. "You look angry!"
Desmond puffed through his nostrils. "I can always beat my sister. She really stinks at this game."
"Oh!" June laughed. "You just don't like losing to girls."
"Well--, I, well--! No!" Desmond groused, plopping back down beside her. He folded his arms across his chest. "You cheated."
"Did not," June pouted right back. She slugged his shoulder gently. Desmond dispensed with a growl and pounced her. June shrieked, and they rolled and flopped, battling for superiority with clubbing mitts and instinctive nips.
It was then that Aaron pushed open the door. The children stopped cold in his icy gaze. June noted that he was wearing only his boxer shorts; that meant he was either coming to her for sex, or had just finished with mother. Desmond was mindful of his own rowdiness and scooted off of June, head apologetically hung. "Um," he murmured, "sorry. But she started it."
Aaron smirked and rested against the door frame. Sweat clung to his body. "Did she, now? My sis can be a real tease," he knowingly rumbled. June winced, turning away from both Aaron and Desmond.
Too young and sweet to understand the politics at work, Desmond brazenly stood up and stretched, arching himself like the curve of a bow. Aaron inspected his young body. His penis, satiated by Rosa, nevertheless throbbed once in his boxers.
"I'm hu-u-ungry," Desmond announced, rubbing his slim tummy for emphasis. "Is missus--," he realized he did not know the sharks' surname, "is your mom making something for dinner?"
"No," Aaron sharply said. "She's not feeling well. She told me to order something. D'you want to come help me, Desmond?"
"Yeah!"
"Good. Hey, June," Aaron purred. She whipped her wide eyes onto him as if he had barked her name. "Mom wanted to see you," he shrugged. "Go on."
June uneasily slipped by Aaron in the door frame, but the brother shark had eyes only for the guest. Could have him right here, right now. Split him like a piece of wood.
Desmond began to fidget, disquieted by Aaron's lusting stare. "Ummm."
That broke Aaron's trance. His smirk mellowed into a smile. He stepped forward and patted Desmond's shoulder. "June seems to like you a lot. That's good, I'm happy she's making friends."
Noticeably bothered by the fact that he stood crotch-high to the nearly-naked shark, Desmond wriggled away, sporting an uncomfortable smile. "She's really nice."
"She is," Aaron quietly agreed. "C'mon."
Aaron and Desmond amicably decided that pizza was the best choice and the shark put in their order, talking to the girl answering the phone with an easy, calm charm. Desmond took note of it and grinned when he hung up the phone.
"You really know how to talk to girls! My older brother is like that."
The shark chuckled. He shamelessly reached under his boxers and scratched his balls. "If you say so. I'm just polite." He rested his rear against the counter and put one leg over the other. A quiet moment budded into an awkward two minutes.
June interrupted the silence when she left Rosa's bedroom, pulling the door shut behind her. Desmond's smile lit up at the sight of her but dissipated as soon as she was in the light of the kitchen. Her eyes were puffy and red.
"Um, June, what's wrong?" Desmond uncertainly asked, looking at Aaron for guidance. The brother shark only stared ahead.
"Leave me alone," June quietly said, her voice shaking.
Desmond blinked. More confused than ever, he murmured, "Do you want to play some more?"
"I said leave me alone, okay!?" June barked, starting in a stomping run for her bedroom.
Desmond winced when she slammed the door shut. He verged on tears and turned to Aaron with his face screwed up into an undefinable expression.
"June really feels for mom when she gets her migraines," said Aaron, rapping his fingers on the countertop. "Don't hold it against her, little man."
"Oh," Desmond murmured. "I'm sorry."
Aaron pushed off of the counter and walked near Desmond. He rubbed the fox's head and ruffled his pretty hair. "It's okay. You didn't know, how could you?" He smiled and squatted down, putting his hands on the foxcoon's shoulders. "After pizza, I'll bet June will be fine."
"Okay," Desmond said, finally managing a smile. Aaron drew him into a hug and Desmond unsteadily pressed against the shark's taut, sweaty body. "Umm."
Aaron shushed him. He patted Desmond's butt, just a glancing touch, then released him. "Why don't you watch TV out here? Pizza won't be much longer now. I gotta go find my wallet."
Aaron made himself decent with jeans and a button-down shirt to greet the pizza girl. He flirted and tipped her five dollars. June quietly joined Desmond and Aaron for pizza in the living room; Rosa remained in her room and gently told Desmond (whom crept to the door and sweetly asked if she was hungry) that she would eat some later.
June recovered from her earlier episode and did her homework with Desmond. Helping a dumb, smelly boy with his math got her smiling and laughing again. When they were through, they each had some of the then-cold pizza and played more games together.
It was close to eleven o'clock when Aaron, shirtless, leaned in the doorway again. "Bedtime, kids," he grimly said.
"Aw," June groaned. "But I'm winning."
Desmond grumbled something at June as he shut the console off.
The cute young shark giggled wildly while modestly covering her mouth. "Lemme get out some blankets! You can sleep in the floor, I have another pillow."
Brother Aaron stepped inside and folded his arms. Smiling sordidly at June, he said, "It's rude to make your guest sleep in the floor like that. Your bed's big enough for the both of you."
With flushed cheeks, June looked at Desmond. The foxcoon did not seem bothered; he shrugged at her.
"I don't know," June said, turning back to Aaron. "I mean, I could sleep in the floor..."
"That's no fun either," Aaron said sternly. He brushed past his sister and slipped into June's bed, taking up a good share of it. "C'mere, little man. Lie here - see?" Desmond tentatively joined Aaron, having to press against the shark to keep safely away from the edge. "Plenty of room," Aaron lowly stated as he wrapped an arm around the fox.
"Ummm, yeah," Desmond mumbled. "Ye-e-eah."
Desmond tried to writhe away. At that moment in time, Aaron could resist no longer. He reached down and grasped the boy's groin, eliciting a squeak. "June," he sharply said. "Shut the door."
"Oh, god," June whined, obeying. She moved to sit in her bean bag chair so she could hug her knees, hide her face. Aaron snapped her name again.
"Come here and help me. He's your little friend, you help him out of his pants."
"Stop!" Desmond whimpered.
"Shh," the brother whispered. June began unzipping and unbuttoning his fly with quaking fingers. "Just, shh."
"June!" Desmond cried.
"I'm sorry," June sniffed, the tears in her eyes distorting Desmond and Aaron into a mess of colors. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," she went on, making it her mantra as she tugged down Desmond's jeans. She left his briefs. Aaron liked to take those off himself and she knew it. "I'm sorry. Don't hate me."
"He won't hate you," Aaron cooed, thrusting his hand down Desmond's briefs. He squeezed the foxcoon's package and found nothing stiff there. Aaron wondered if Desmond had started getting erections yet. "You cuties are gonna have something in common when I'm done."
Aaron molested Desmond's developing crotch. Desmond tried to press his thighs together, to no use. The shark then pushed down the fox's briefs and said to June, "Pull them off."
June was still crying, but she obeyed, leaving Desmond bottomless. Aaron sat up on his sister's bed, making it sag under his adult weight. He pulled the boy's shirt off, exposing a slim breast and smooth belly. He reverently stroked the delicate lines and huffed. "You're beautiful."
"Quit it," Desmond yowled. He smacked Aaron's hands but the shark kept stroking. "Please!"
"Grab that lube I gave you," Aaron tonelessly said, keeping his eyes on Desmond. June fumbled through her cute pink dresser and came back with a half-emptied bottle of lubricant. She handed it to Aaron and apologized to her new friend again.
Aaron licked his teeth and pulled his shirt up and off. He removed his jeans too but left his boxer shorts on. An enormous lump throbbed in them. A smudge of pre soaked through the fabric, growing larger all the time.
"Roll over," Aaron commanded. Whimpering and sniveling, Desmond did as he was told, burying his face in the bed. June took his paw and squeezed it, whispering her apology again.
Not minding his sister's breakdown, Aaron pulled one of Desmond's butt cheeks to the side, exposing an unmolested pink anus. He drizzled lube on it. The ring clenched, and Desmond cried out in shock. The sound put a smirk on Aaron's face and he started rubbing the lubricant in, smearing it around the ring then pushing his finger inside.
A hiss escaped Desmond like a steady air leak. His toes curled up tightly and his tail, so big and bushy, lashed from agitation. "That hu-u-urts," he bleated into June's comforter..
Aaron pumped Desmond slowly and firmly, then added a second finger. He paused to add lube before digging in more roughly, spreading his fingers often and as far as possible. Desmond's small anus was soon gouged by the shark's fingers. The fox squeezed June's hand and cried with worsening desperation.
"Please, please stop it," Desmond whined. "Aaron!"
"Don't," June quivered into Desmond's ear. "He won't--, that's not going to help," she murmured. "Aaron won't stop, not until he's done. Just lay still." Desmond sobbed.
"See, you're a good friend," Aaron said with no condescension. "Coaching your little buddy through a traumatic event like this, that's very noble." Praising June, he continued to dig into Desmond's asshole, reaming the virgin anal flesh out and smearing lube along its surface. After a few long moments, he stopped and wiped the excess lube off on Desmond's fuzzy thigh.
Whimpering at an idle and leaving tears in June's comforter, Desmond pitifully asked, "Is he done?"
"No," June answered in monotone. She did not apologize again.
Aaron shucked his boxers and bared his dense, circumcised cock. It earnestly drooled pre all over itself; Aaron expedited its lubrication with a coating from the bottle. When his cock gleamed, he showed his teeth in a grin; those gleamed too. Reveling in his own cruelty, he yanked Desmond away from June, making him squeal. He rolled the foxcoon onto his back and exposed his smooth belly and inoffensive genitals. Aaron muscled his legs apart; finally the boy started to fight.
Instinct spurred Desmond to throw his fists and swipe with his claws. But his claws were trimmed and filed down by mommy, and his punches flew in wild arcs because of his watery eyes. Aaron suffered a glancing blow across the nose at worst. "Hold still," Aaron barked, trying to force his cock up in between Desmond's thighs.
The fox was not having it. He screamed for help. He lashed and squirmed, once swatting June across the face. She fell startled on her behind and started to cry, but at what Aaron was doing, not Desmond's flailing strike.
"I hate you! I hate you!!" Desmond screeched. "Help! Somebody help!" Rosa heard his screams and rolled over in bed, crying impotently into her pillow.
For once, Aaron's smirk buckled into a disgusted frown. This was a part of rape he did not care for: physical violence. Forcibly entering a screaming cub was one thing, but striking a child into submission was never a joy. He smacked Desmond's small snout open-palmed. In spite of the fuzzy fur on the boy's face, a sickening crack resounded. Desmond's screaming warbled and died, replaced with graceless blubbering. Aaron smacked him again on principle then growled, "Do not raise your voice again, Desmond. Do I make myself clear?"
"Yuh--, yuh--, yeh--," Desmond tried to answer, but he kept blubbering. Aaron rubbed his head sweetly and shushed him.
With Desmond lying still save some gentle squirms, Aaron butted his penis up against the boy's pucker. Holding his cock steady and gripping Desmond's pelvis, he pushed forward and began gouging open the boy. Desmond started to cry and fuss again but nervously clapped his own paws over his snout when the fear of being struck again swelled with his reddened cheek.
"Puh--, please, don't hit me again. Please."
The tears cascaded down Desmond's cheeks, soaking his fur, saturating the whitish-tan color of his snout down to a muddy brown. He sniffled, sucking snot. His breathing caught and shook in his throat, and his pitiful noises made June cry too. She was hugging her knees and sobbing into them.
"I won't hit you if you're good," Aaron said, sweetly and fondly. It was the same voice that called Desmond little man and asked him what toppings he liked on his pizza. "And oh, gawd, you're good," the shark lasciviously moaned.
Entering Desmond was a hard endeavor. The fox's young rectal walls had never known such a stretch. They writhed and gripped, pushing against Aaron's lubricated penis as it dispassionately ground in. Though Desmond curled his toes and clenched his teeth, he kept his voice quiet. He longed to beg for help, to cry for mommy and for Aaron to stop, but he did not.
Aaron licked Desmond's cheek, shuddering at the taste of the foxcoon. His thick cock bottomed out in the sweet young fuckhole which had innocently wandered into his life. He bumped his nose to Desmond's and said, "You're taking it well. This will get easier. You'll come to like it, I think."
"Stop it, please," the fox whined.
Souring his face and raising his hand threateningly was enough to make Desmond shriek and cover his muzzle. "Don't hit me! Please!!"
Down on the floor, June wailed. Aaron ignored her and nipped Desmond's paws as they covered his face. "I'm going to start fucking you now." The tone he used was blunt, without passion, but his grin was huge, eyes smoldering with malice. It was the face of a demon, but Desmond was spared looking into it. In spite of not knowing what fucking was, Desmond did not ask. The terror of being struck again had welded his tongue down.
Letting out a long, huffing moan, Aaron withdrew his shaft from the boy. A noise of relief passed Desmond's lips, but clearly the foxcoon did not understand. He did as soon as Aaron stuffed it back in, and his vow of silence broke sharply when he shrieked, sounding utterly betrayed, "I thought you were done!"
"You have a lot to learn about sex, little man," the brother laughed, voice jolly and fun. It was not a laugh to be associated with the violent rape of a small child, but Aaron was delighted with the situation. As Aaron bucked, Desmond screamed and thrashed as if he had never been smacked.
Like a hunter whom did not wish to spoil the meat, Aaron restrained the lad instead of slapping the taste out of his screaming mouth. He held his neck firmly, giving it firm pulses when the foxcoon fussed in particularly shrill ways. For the most part, Aaron enjoyed his plaintive cries and considered them to be part of the experience. Like the throttle on a chainsaw, he wrenched down on Desmond's neck a bit to heighten the pitch; released to let him ease off and suck in some air. The bonus to squeezing his neck was that Desmond's anal and rectal muscles clenched down when he was choked. Aaron found his seat of power over the boy heavenly.
Grunting in pleasure, grinning ear to ear, Aaron smacked his hips against poor Desmond over and over again. His rhythm was steady and firm, just like his hand. June bawled but Desmond's screams had begun to lose their vigor. The fox was descending into inelegant blubbering. He pawed at Aaron's wrist helplessly and cried out, "Stobbit, ple-e-ease!"
"Soon," Aaron groaned, letting his eyelids roll down. "Oh, Christ, so soon." Sooner than he realized, in fact. Popping Desmond's cherry after a romp with Rosa, June broken in the wake of it all? The teenager reveled in his own might. He brayed in pleasure as he shot his load into Desmond, disquieting the fox further but causing him to make a disgusted yelp instead of his typical screams.
Desmond couldn't ask what Aaron was doing. He thought he knew what the wet warmth was, but even the grossness of that preconception didn't really sink in. Above all, he felt shocked and hurt. Every noise he made tapered off into sniveling sobs.
Aaron held Desmond close and licked his cheek, then his forehead. "Shh, shh, it's over now," he cooed, rubbing the boy's flank. "You were so good, cutie."
The next morning, Aaron would bully the fox into silence as he did with all of the others; and later that night would come yet more new experiences for the young man; but for the moment, as both children sobbed, Aaron savored his afterglow and lovingly held Desmond.