FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

--1

From the first moment Saki saw Desmond, he knew they were going to be best friends. Desmond was bigger and older, but he knew exactly what was fun and what was stupid. Desmond loved to play video games with him, and he didn't try to lose like the other babysitters always did. And best of all, at least to a lonesome only child like Saki, was that Desmond had a ringed tail too.

That night was the eighth in which Desmond babysat Saki. The boy's single mom often had to take special business trips, though Saki had no idea what her job was, and she told him not to worry about it, so he didn't. Desmond figured out what Saki's mom did for a living almost immediately. She understood that he knew, and she asked him to keep her cover intact. Desmond didn't consider it part of his babysitter duties to tell his young charge that his mom was a whore, so he kept the boy happily in the dark. In spite of that vow, on that first night when Saki was fast asleep and she came home exhausted with a fat stack of bills in her purse, she felt it was necessary to bribe Desmond. He received a twenty dollar tip on top of his usual rate, doubling his income for the night. On top of that, the MILF raccoon gave him a handjob and let him fondle her tits, a little saggy with age but still pleasant to the touch. He was fine with keeping her secrets.

Desmond, of course, wasn't without his own demons, and a jerkoff from a teen-hungry MILF only alleviated his worries for as long as it took him to pop. Although Saki was a fat little raccoon of eleven years and was at his happiest with a candy bar or controller in his paws, he was quite perceptive. That Desmond wasn't smiling or laughing as much as usual made Saki nervous, and he asked Desmond early and often what was wrong.

"Don't worry about it, buddy," Desmond said as patiently as he could, forcing a smile. It was the tenth time Saki had asked, but with as much sincerity as the first time. The foxcoon patted Saki's shoulder and said, hoping to cause a distraction, "You want to help me order some dinner?"

Saki loved fast food. It was a passion his mild obesity made obvious. "Yeah!" he squeaked, bounding off the couch, nearly colliding with the coffee table. He came back with a dog-eared menu from the local pizza place. As often as they ordered from there, Desmond had put the number in his cell phone and knew by heart what Saki liked but looking at the menu was part of the ritual, and it made the boy happy. What was a surrogate big brother for if not to make him smile?

Soon a large pizza with a side of cheesy bread sticks and a two-liter of Mug root beer was on the way. Desmond always paid for the dinner out of his own pocket. He plainly loved Saki like a little brother. That was why he was often frowning and distant and that night. He looked to Saki like mom did when she found out she had to go visit Mr. Kozlov, a tiger she worked with who was chubby like Saki and had a funny accent. She always looked so upset when she had to see him, and he guessed he was hard to work for. The reality, well above Saki's head, was that Mr. Kozlov was a sadist of eclectic taste. The tiger's fetish for bloodletting and bruising would put Saki through college.

While the pair waited for the food, they watched TV. There were no appropriate cartoons on at that hour, yet as Desmond had learned the second time he babysat Saki, the boy had an affinity for South Park, liking the character of Eric Cartman especially but somehow being smart and polite enough to not emulate him. Desmond wondered if all sons of whores were so well-behaved or if the fat raccoon was just something special. While Saki knelt on the floor grinning and giggling and wagging his ringed tail, Desmond patted him on the shoulder and excused himself to the bathroom.

In secrecy away from Saki's curious eyes, Desmond read his new text. It was from a shark he knew named Aaron. Whenever Aaron contacted him, he was quite affable, almost giving the impression that he could be reasoned with. Desmond had learned the hard way that Aaron accepted only yes as an answer, and Desmond sure as hell wasn't about to start defying him.

Desmond flushed the empty toilet and looked in the mirror, studying himself until he was able to hide his condemned expression. Before the bowl was done filling up, he left and came into the den to see Saki up on the couch, kneeling on the cushions and looking over the backrest at him. "There you are!"

"Here I are," Desmond said, smiling thinly.

Saki narrowed his eyes. His big, banded tail swished challengingly. "Didja wash your paws?"

Suddenly sneering, Desmond grabbed Saki's muzzle and rubbed it wildly, rubbing cooties off on his cute young face. "You tell me!" The raccoon bucked and swatted. He squealed and giggled madly, and they kept carousing until the knock came at the door.

"Sounds like dinner," the fox said, stepping around the couch. Saki bounded after him, took the lead and opened the door.

It didn't take long for Desmond and Saki to put away all of the bread sticks and a healthy chunk of the pizza. "Let's leave some for your mom," Desmond said, leaving the rest on the counter to cool off. "Okay?"

"Ye-e-eah, okay," Saki huffed, but he didn't lose countenance for long. "Let's play some video games now!"

Desmond's matches with Saki went on for just over half an hour when his phone vibrated in his pocket. He said to the little raccoon, "I need to check this, hold on," yet Saki proceeded to blow his brains out after he set down the controller anyway. They exchanged looks, and Desmond smiled thinly. "Accident? Finger slipped?"

"Um, yeah," Saki said, embarrassed. Desmond always made him feel so self-conscious about cheating.

Finally Desmond checked his phone. It was exactly what he expected: urging from Aaron, asking if what he requested was available yet. Desmond replied plainly that he would do what Aaron asked. Phone in one paw, Desmond touched Saki's leg with the other. "Hey buddy?"

"Uh-huh?" the chubby raccoon asked, taking his eyes off the screen.

Saki could see that something was wrong with Desmond. The foxcoon's face was just too weird. His smile was fake and his eyes were nervous like mom's usually were. He frowned and narrowed his perceptive, red eyes. "Desmond! What's--?"

"Don't," Desmond snapped, then forced his smile again. "Please, don't ask what's wrong. Nothing is wrong," he lied. "But now, now I wanna do something new. You up for it?"

The raccoon was perpetually up for new games. Desmond always showed him the coolest stuff, like how to pop his knuckles or how to sneakily fart in public. "Yeah!" he gushed, and he bounced off the couch to turn the electronics off. On his way back to the sofa and while he hugged his tail around his body, he sweetly asked, "What are we gonna do-o-o?"

Desmond looked nervously at the windows. The blinds were drawn and it was dark outside but he could easily imagine Saki's mom coming home early. What would she say to Desmond ogling her naked son? Even a prostitute would be sickened. "Let's, uh," he mumbled, "let's go your room! Upstairs." He stood up sharply and ushered Saki along with both paws. "C'mon, let's go! Move, move, move your fat butt!"

Saki giggled riotously and ran ahead of Desmond, trotting up the stairs. "Okay, okay!" Then he repeated, "What're we gonna do?"

Inside of Saki's pastel-hued room which cutely matched the odd cotton candy shades of his coat, Desmond felt even less at ease. The elevation provided more privacy and the front door was no longer right on top of them, yet he was queasy. He was trembling, trying not to cry, but he kept his smile on.

"All right, buddy," the fox said as stolidly as he could, sitting on the bed. It was adult-sized; clearly his mom intended for him to grow into it. "This is a fun game," he let out a strained breath, "that adults get to play. Let's get started."

"Okay!" Saki beamed.

Do you have to be so excited about this? Desmond thought in a mental groan of distaste. "Oka-a-a-y," he mumbled, thinking of Aaron's demands. "You gotta get naked, first."

A bemused tilt of the head joined Saki's grin, but after a beat he pulled his t-shirt off, exposing his chubby belly. He unzipped his jeans but had obvious difficulty with the button. For the sake of brevity Desmond opened it for him, and he very nearly started to cry. He forced his smile so much that it took on unsettling shades.

With his jeans off, Saki hooked his fingers in his briefs and tittered, "Do I gotta take off my tighty-whities too?"

"Uh-huh." Desmond lamely chuckled. "Everything. Buck naked."

"If you sa-a-ay so-o-o," the fat raccoon murmured and tugged down his briefs. He looked into Desmond's eyes and smiled uncertainly. "What now?"

"Now," the fox said, opening the camera app on his phone, "we're gonna have a little photo shoot." He flicked his eyes up at Saki's. "It'll be fun," he said with all the livelihood of a cadaver.

"Ooh, like I'm a model," Saki cooed, awed by the concept. "Okay, cool!"

Much too earnestly for Desmond's tastes, young Saki posed for all sorts of candid shots. He was a glamorous little thing; a total whore for the camera. Holding his tail around his neck like a feather boa; teasingly covering his genitals; touching his toes and peeking back at the camera with his thick butt on full display. Desmond sent many megabytes worth of photos to Aaron and waited for his reply.

Saki had plainly been having the time of his life. Sporting a beaming grin, he gushed, "This is really fun, Desmond! Can I take some of you?"

Desmond couldn't control himself and he screwed his face up in disgust like somebody had thrust black licorice into his mouth. Saki, who knew full well what that face meant, cowered slightly. "Um, I'm sorry... Never mind."

"Oh, no, no, sweetie, no," Desmond softly groaned, touching his cheek with one paw, grimly clutching his phone in the other. "Buddy, you don't understand..."

The phone chimed for Desmond's attention. Saki looked at it, then at Desmond. His tail curled into a multitude of shapes behind him, each new twist making it look like a strip of taffy. "Is that my mom?"

"No," the foxcoon answered. "Hold on."

It was of course Aaron. Very nice, his reply began, and then he congratulated Desmond on finding such a sexy boy. The shark requested two more images, and Desmond winced. He told Aaron without hesitation that he'd take them.

Stiff upper lip, Desmond told himself. Do what he says. Don't want him angry again. With his mind put on an incident not all that far in the past, he rubbed his right shoulder blade, felt the firm scar tissue hidden under his fur. "Hey, Saki, buddy," he said, smile near Joker proportions now, "the modeling agency wants a couple more pics. What do you say?"

"I say I'm ready for my close-up!" the boy cried. It was obvious from his tone how much he'd been wanting to say that.

Aiming at Saki with the phone, Desmond murmured, "Just bend over the bed. Keep your tail up, and, um--, and spread your butt cheeks for me."

"Really? Who wants to see my fat butt like that?" Saki giggled, but he flopped over the bed and promptly tugged his cheeks apart. His tight, virginal anus winked once when the cool air kissed it. "Like thi-i-is?"

"Just like that," Desmond flatly said, leaning in close. He took a very intimate photo of the raccoon's pucker; not a single wrinkle of its young flesh was missed. He set aside his phone, thinking glumly, I wonder how many life sentences all these photos are worth.

Saki looked back and saw Desmond taking off his jeans. He cracked a big, delighted smile over his shoulder. "Ooh! Do I get to take one of you now!?"

"Nnno, sorry," said Desmond. He dropped his briefs and bared his small, uncircumcised penis. The sight of it got Saki's earnest attention.

"Your thingy! It looks different!" he gasped, whipping around to get a better look. He leaned close and giggled wildly. "And it's really little!"

Desmond sharply frowned and grabbed Saki by the shoulders. "Bend over. If you want to--," he hissed and calmed himself. "Look, buddy. If you want to be a model, you need to be professional about it. So hold your cheeks apart."

Saki whined. "I'm sorry!" he cried, then said in a sad, submissive drone, "I'll be a professional..."

It took forever for Desmond to fluff. He ran through all the entries in his spank bank, thinking of everything he'd seen and experienced sexually both good and bad. The remembrance which got him hard was a bit of both: he was thirteen and angry, but too young and small to fight Aaron and his repeated sexual assaults, so he raped Aaron's sister, June. She was give-or-take Desmond's age and so used to Aaron doing the same to her that she didn't fight. It had begun as her offering him comfort and commiseration, but then he saw her developing breasts jabbing into her My Little Pony shirt like ripe peaches and smelled the delicate musk of her maturing body.

Desmond, please. He was clumsily touching her, cupping her young tits. Desmond, no...! Would Aaron have been proud? Or would he have beaten Desmond for daring to touch his property? Neither thought occurred to Desmond as he fucked her. There was actually no time to consider it, since it took only a couple of uncoordinated pumps before he exploded. Oh my gawd, she blubbered, you're ending up just like him, I thought we were friends...

June was conditioned never to speak of sexual assault. Aaron never knew, and neither did mom. It was their dark secret, lumped on top of a rotting mound of countless others, but somehow they stayed amicable afterward. It was as if Desmond needed to let out all of the brutality Aaron had permeated him with, and June seemed to understand after the fact that she was his only possible victim. Or maybe she's just fucked up because of Aaron, Desmond thought, and then came the rueful postscript: like me.

As the thought of savagely entering June crossed his mind, Desmond became instantly hard. He laid his throbbing penis down in the raccoon's ass cheeks; a hotdog in its candy-colored bun. "You can let go of your cheeks now," Desmond calmly said.

The raccoon obeyed and giggled quietly. Desmond snapped a hurried photo of the spectacle. It was difficult to resist the urge to grind into Saki's pillowy ass now that he was in it, but he managed to pull back. He sent the images to Aaron.

Fucking hot, Aaron quickly replied. Can I come now?

"So-o-o," Saki cooed, "am I gonna be a star?"

Yes, Desmond replied to Aaron. He said the same to Saki with no emotion whatsoever, but his smile was enormous.

--2

Saki heard the knock and gleefully opened the front door and reached for the storm door's handle. Aaron looked through the storm door at the little raccoon, giving him a smile full of teeth up to the gums. "Hi there, cutie," he said through the mesh screen.

The raccoon was very excited to meet his agent, but Aaron's smile frightened him. His paw withered away from the handle and he backpedaled, bumping against Desmond.

Not losing countenance, Aaron entered, pausing to shoo a moth out the way it came before he closed both doors. He shot Desmond a single, acknowledging nod which the foxcoon timidly returned, and then his attention shifted entirely to Saki. Squatting and putting on a more mellow smile, he tutted, "You're my new model, huh? I have to say, you're a very photogenic young man."

Saki giggled and hugged his tail around his belly. He had no idea what the adjective meant, but he loved the tone. "Thank you!"

Aaron glanced at Desmond. His tailfin swayed and swished. "No fault of yours, little man, but my photographer needs to work on his technique. Some of the shots are blurry." He stood and brushed past Desmond, showing his teeth briefly but clearly enough to make Desmond flinch. "Come on over here, coonie," he urged, sitting on the couch. "What's your name?"

Saki happily introduced himself while plopping on the couch beside him. He clasped his long-fingered paws over his lap and grinned at the shark. His shock at Aaron's species had worn thin. "So-o-o, what's being a model me-e-ean?"

"Ah, well," the shark said, smoothing back what long, black hair of his wasn't tied in a ponytail, "it means a lot of things, really! It's not just about posing and being sexy."

Desmond sat across from them in the armchair, the coffee table dividing the two pieces of furniture. "Sexy?" Saki asked, befuddled. Desmond winced.

The shark laughed politely and started to nominally undress, pulling off his scarf and shedding his fine bomber jacket. He was effortlessly cool and handsome. "Don't worry about what it means. Suffice it to say sexy is something you very much are. Okay?"

"Mmm, okay. I'm sexy," Saki parroted, liking the sound of the word. Any word that had an X in it was a cool word in his eyes. As he reveled in just how cool that word sounded, he amused himself with the fins on Aaron's tail. The shark seemed not to mind his curious, grabby paws.

"Desmond, don't just sit over there like a lump," Aaron warned, sounding like his dad. "You and Saki are going to model for me. Together."

"We are?" the chubby raccoon asked, patently delighted.

"Oh, god," Desmond groaned.

Aaron chuckled, sat back, laced his fingers behind his head. A subtle lump tented his jeans. "I'll direct, you cuties do your thing. But first," he licked his lips, "clothes off. You know the drill."

"I--, yeah," the fox said, forcing himself to smile for Saki. "Be a professional, Saki."

Saki was committed to his modeling career, but the fact was that he rather enjoyed being naked; it was no chore, so he shed his clothing fast, tugging off his jeans and undies in one go with a wiggle of his butt. All this was in sharp contrast to Desmond's slow strip; the foxcoon disrobed without eroticism, suffering shaky fingers and stage fright. Aaron huffed and rolled his eyes, but found solace in the nearness of Saki's tubby, youthful body.

"Hold on now," Aaron thoughtfully said, turning Saki to face him before glancing at Desmond, who was just stepping out of his bottoms, leaving himself naked. He laughed and tickled the underside of Saki's richly furred sheath as if tickling a loved one's chin. "I think he's hung better than you, Desmond. How old are you, cutie?"

"Hung?" Saki murmured. "Um, umm," he ruminated, still a little confused, then triumphantly answered with a big grin on his face: "I'm nine and three-quarters!"

"Gosh!" Aaron tutted, recoiling slightly and slapping a hand on his knee. "Not even ten? Well. Did you know that most models like you don't get started until they're eighteen?"

Saki's eyes went wide as his lower jaw fell open. Aaron had thoughts of jamming his penis into the boy's maw. "Wo-o-ow! Eighteen!? That's--, that's old!"

As Desmond fidgeted, blushing and embarrassed, Aaron idly fondled Saki's plump scrotum. The small raccoon had no apparent reaction to offer. "Old, huh? And what would you say," he cracked a wan smile, tilted his head a few degrees, "if you found out I was twenty-four?"

Suddenly Saki blushed. He put on a huge, humbled grin and clasped his paws behind his back. "Um, uh--! I'm sorry. I don't mind old people..."

The shark laughed disarmingly before he smooched Saki between his eyes. "Seems like it was just yesterday when I was," he paused just long enough for Saki to notice, "helping Desmond get his modeling career off the ground. He was a teensy bit older than you are now."

Saki was bubbling over with questions. He looked at Desmond, beaming. "You're a model too?"

"He is," Aaron tightly said, "but no-o-ow, it's time to be--."

"Professionals!" the fat raccoon proudly finished for him, his smile still glowing.

Aaron eyed Desmond and smiled. "Good little boy you found here. You're getting a commission for this." Desmond looked away and splayed down his ears.

With Desmond's reluctant cooperation, Aaron filled his own phone with crisp, loving photos of Saki in many stages of proneness and offering. He kept Desmond in the frame of most of them, especially the lewdest ones, in which Desmond's woefully flaccid penis was in contact with the young raccoon. One of Aaron's favorite photos was nearly romantic. In it, Desmond was lying back, Saki laying atop him, and their genitals met as Saki lay his head on Desmond's breast.

"I'd say that's a wrap for now," Aaron chuckled. He slid his phone into his pocket and full well intended to put those photos on his computer when he got home. "I'm sure I'll enjoy these for years to come."

"Oh! Okay!" Saki chirruped, and he started to grab his clothing. Aaron touched his shoulder and he stopped cold.

"I never said it was time to get dressed," the shark quietly said. "Not very professional to just assume you're done. Is it, Desmond?"

"No, it's not very professional," Desmond dryly agreed. "But, Aaron, shouldn't we let him get dressed? He's done a lot on his first day." Pleadingly and in spite of the shark's blue-eyed glare, Desmond added, "And he doesn't need to do everything on his first night."

Saki's eyes bounced from Aaron to Desmond as though he were watching a red-hot game of tennis. Ultimately he looked at the shark and noted with a little laugh, a point, and an admirable lack of shame, "Your thingy's hard! Mine does that sometimes."

In a rare display, Aaron blushed and caught himself stymied, but he was too much of a charming sociopath to not segue the remark into something more favorable. "So it is! Did you know, little cutie," Aaron gushed, cupping the sides of Saki's head in his hands, "that Desmond just loves it when it's hard?"

The sudden, glaring scowl on Desmond's face amused Aaron to no end. He laughed but covered his mouth, and he sat back on the couch to make himself more available. "Desmond," he barked, then snapped his fingers. A playboy smile graced his devilishly handsome snout. "Show the little man how much you love it."

Desmond approached Aaron sporting a lifeless expression. Before Saki's plainly curious eyes, he knelt and reached for the shark's fly, dutifully opening it while the aquatic predator grinned and beckoned the boy closer. "Sit with me, little man. Get a nice, close look, because this is a very important part of being a successful model."

Saki's attention was rapt - he wanted to be the best model anybody had ever seen! He plopped on the sofa next to Aaron and leaned very close, nearly sticking his snout in the foxcoon's work. Desmond wanted to shove him away, or to tell him to go to his room and privately say to Aaron what had been on his mind for years, but he didn't. Whether it was a result of loyalty or fear (in fact both), Desmond wouldn't disobey Aaron.

The fox pulled down the front of Aaron's boxers, tucking the elastic underneath his plump balls. Standing before the eyes of Desmond and Saki then was eight inches of swollen, uncircumcised cock, starting gray at its base but fast becoming a reddish-pink hue like the inner flesh of a tomato. Pre beaded on its tip, gleaming dully in the warm lamp light. Desmond hated to admit that Aaron had a nice cock, this in spite of all the evils he used it for.

"Wow, your thing is big," Saki purred. The admiration made Aaron smile, even though Saki's was purely childlike.

"It sure is, buddy. Poor Desmond's is just tiny," he tutted.

Saki giggled. Desmond spared himself from having to answer his inevitable questions by engulfing Aaron's waiting shaft. Immediately he began working on it as if he didn't have an innocent boy leaning close. Smoothly and skilfully, Desmond bobbed and gulped. He filled the air with the sounds of wet suckles, and he twisted his head to shift the textures inside his maw all around the shark's penis. Genuinely and noisily, Aaron moaned.

The raccoon narrowed his eyes. His smile was small, not understanding what he was witnessing. Timidly, "Does that feel good?"

"It's one of the best feelings in the world, cutie," Aaron emphatically groaned. "Desmond, don't be such a pig. Let the little man give it a try. Ninety percent of a modeling career is slobbering knobs anyway."

Desmond pushed down, all the way down, shoving his nose into the shark's slim loins. There he lingered, smelling Aaron's musk and sucking hard, making the tightest seal he possibly could. Aaron's lip quivered and his cheeks flushed. He was torn between scolding Desmond for not stopping, and the bliss of a fantastic blowjob.

The foxcoon lingered a moment more then pulled up, painstakingly maintaining the tight seal with cheeks pulled in and jowls dragging on the shaft. When the throbbing head alone was in his mouth, he popped the seal off abruptly and the shark's cock spat a thick wad of pre which streaked Desmond's chin. Aaron gasped and flinched, grinning enormously, gripping the edges of the cushion. His blush glowed and he was obviously thrilled, but still Saki reacted to the gasp with a concerned look which went ignored.

"Yeah," Desmond murmured, wiping off his drool on the back of his arm. "I guess it is."

Desmond scooted aside and Saki took up his spot. He grabbed Aaron's penis in both his young, soft paws and swished his banded tail in apparent delight. "Ooh, it's really big... I kinda like how it feels!"

"You'll like even more how it feels in your mouth," said Aaron, resplendent in his pedophilia.

That soft prod was all the raccoon needed. He was ready to be a great model. He put his lips to the head, then his tongue, and he blinked at the flavor. Saki of course had no idea what to expect, but the bitter flavor of fishy precum was more than a virgin tongue could handle. He recoiled and stuck his tongue out, squinting his eyes like he'd sucked on a lemon. Desmond thought with palpable relief, thank god, he doesn't like it.

But on Aaron's face, an expression Desmond had learned to fear quickly formed. It was the look of dissatisfaction he earned when sex wasn't going his way, and it always led to terrible things. Desmond unconsciously rubbed his shoulder again and felt across the jagged scales of his scar tissue. "Why'd you stop, little buddy?" he asked, and already, he had shucked most of the friendliness from his tone.

Saki picked up on the annoyance in the shark's tone and splayed down his ears. He was still holding the predator's shaft in his grubby paws. "Well, um--! Um. This tastes kinda weird. Can we ple-e-ease," he clasped his paws before his chin, spindly raccoon fingers interlacing cutely, "go back to taking pictures...?"

"No," Aaron said firmly, leaning forward with such a start that Saki flinched back. Desmond did not. He knew what was coming - he knew who the shark's rage was aimed at and merely sat passively, waiting for the storm to pass. He was taken by surprise when the shark balled up a fist and punched him in the top of the head. The blow reverberated inside of his skull, and suddenly Desmond understood the phrase he got his bell rung! He barely made a sound, just flopped onto his side in a daze.

Saki screamed and scampered back, starting to whimper and cry. "Desmond!!" he shrieked, looking helplessly at the fox, wanting to help; looking at Aaron, feeling terror and hate, and not knowing what to do about any of his feelings.

"This is your fault, Desmond," Aaron snapped, "so you fix it!"

"How is this my fault!?" Desmond snapped right back, but he was crying and rubbing the bump growing under his hair. Aaron stood and let his bottoms fall down but appeared no less imposing for it. Erection standing tall, he glowered down at the foxcoon and his gaze asked do you remember what I did to that shoulder of yours? That was all it took: "I'm sorry! I'm sorry, Aaron, please! I'm sorry," he blubbered. "I'll fix it, I--, I'll fix it..."

Desmond turned his frenzied eyes on Saki. The tubby boy no longer saw Desmond as a friend, and he backpedaled again. "Nuh, nuh-uh," he whimpered. In his backwards motion, he scuffed his hip on the threshold to the kitchen and startled himself into a shrill cry.

"I'm sorry, Saki, I'm so sorry," Desmond whined, lunging after the chubby raccoon. He grabbed him by the shoulders and when he started to squirm and blubber, Desmond looked back at Aaron with pleading eyes. The shark shook his head and pointed to the floor before him.

"Saki... Saki, come on. Come on, buddy, please. Do what--, do this for me, please?" Desmond murmured, sounding more and more desperate as the raccoon continued to fight and weep. "Saki, please!"

"I don't like him!" the little ringtail yowled. He snapped at Desmond's wrist, narrowly missing with his needle-pointed teeth. "He hit you...!"

Desmond uttered his well-trained response: "It was my fault." Suddenly made angry and cold, Desmond literally dragged the raccoon over to the shark by his armpits. Saki thrashed and squealed. When Aaron knelt down and grabbed him, he reacted as if somebody had put a big, venomous tarantula on his belly.

"NO!" Saki yowled, sobbing and sucking snot. "No no no no NO-O-O!"

At this earsplitting final cry, Aaron clenched his teeth and viciously backhanded Saki across the face. All at once the boy shut up his screaming, descending instead into choking, yelping sobs. He pressed firmly against Desmond then, nuzzling his girly breast, squeezing him like a teddy bear.

Desmond looked uncomfortably at Aaron as Saki's hot tears soaked into his fur. He petted the raccoon gingerly as though touching a leprous family member.

Aaron stroked his penis, keeping his erection alive. "Enough of this fucking crap," he testily said, ripping Saki from Desmond's arms and sparking his crying all over again. The doomed ringtail fought as hard as he could, kicking and thrashing, clawing at anything he could get his mitts on, but his mommy kept his claws trimmed and filed and although he was a big, strong boy, he was no match for a grown adult who worked out.

In a coldly efficient manner which Desmond knew every nuance of, the shark held down his wiggling prey by the shoulder blades and pushed his cock between those fat, candy-hued cheeks. "Put something in his mouth, would you? That screaming," he grunted, "it's giving me a migraine."

"Saki, please--, please, stop screaming, don't cry anymore," Desmond feebly said, petting the raccoon's head.

"That's not what I told you to do!" Aaron barked, slinging spittle Desmond's way. "I'm about to stick it in and he's already screaming, you think he'll stop?" he sarcastically asked.

Aaron was right and Desmond knew it. Following a quick and panicked look around, he found his own briefs and looked at them guiltily. "I'm sorry, Saki," he uttered, barely heard over the boy's sobbing. There were no shortage of opportunities to gag the raccoon, so Desmond almost casually shoved his wadded-up briefs into the boy's mouth, forming a knot of cloth. Saki whimpered miserably around them, most certainly finding his situation revolting, but he couldn't make anymore terrible cries.

"Thank you," Aaron sighed. "Sweet peace at last." He pried apart the raccoon's cheeks and bared the cute, virgin anus he'd seen in Desmond's photographs. "Ah, very nice. There really is no substitute, you know?" he said wistfully, looking at Desmond from the tops of his eyes. He hawked and spat, dropping a huge wad of drool on the raccoon's pucker. "How I love these little boys. First time is the best time, if you ask me." Saki squirmed and made an ill noise.

The shark started to snicker at the sound Saki made. He rubbed the blunt tip of his shaft on the boy's pucker, smeared that saliva all around. He snidely said, "Better enjoy that drool, little man. It's all the lube you're going to get." Brutally and without lingering a second more, the shark pushed forward and speared open the boy's unmolested anus. Even with Desmond's briefs jamming his maw, Saki dispensed with a blood-curdling cry of pain and confusion. His anal muscles tensed and writhed around Aaron's invading member, and as his rectal walls were spread open to permit the shaft, they too clenched and felt the raw pain.

When he saw the doleful look on Saki's face, Desmond choked up and began to sob into his paws. Aaron paid no mind to the emotional sissy. He bottomed out in Saki fast but rested his balls on those of the cub for a moment. He then pulled back his dense shaft, making Saki's poorly-lubricated ass tense from the worst pain imaginable. The boy let loose uneasy, sickening sounds of discomfort, and he nuzzled the carpet helplessly.

God, please, let his mom come through the door. Let her come home and put a stop to this, thought Desmond, and he blubbered even more.

"Uhhhn, gawd, you're tight," Aaron crooned, his rhythm a steady and brutal one. Again and again, his hips slapped the little raccoon's ass, making the cute, thick baby fat jiggle. He leaked pre heavily, cock drooling like a passed-out drunk, but it wasn't enough to keep the pain at bay. Saki was too young, his anal passage too small. That Saki was even younger than Desmond had been the first time Aaron had him sickened the fox.

The predatory Aaron leaned low over Saki and humped more vigorously. His tailfin swished and lashed in the air, and his toes began to curl. "You're gonna be a good buddy of mine these coming years, Saki," he said in his strained trying-not-to-pop-yet voice. "You're already a great model, and I can tell you've got the assets it takes to be a real star..."

But Saki had abandoned the modeling game just as soon as Aaron lost his temper and hit Desmond. That act of violence against somebody he loved was all it took for him to decide that the shark was bad news. Knowing that Aaron hurt Desmond like all mom's boyfriends hurt her was one of the worst parts of it for Saki. He felt sorry for himself - he knew what was happening was bad and that it was supposed to hurt - but in a remarkable show of empathy for a preteen, he felt bad for Desmond too. He reached up to the crying foxcoon and grabbed his elbow, then his arm when he let it down. He held Desmond's paw, and foxcoon cried even more.

No moment was too touching for Aaron to abandon a good fuck. He grunted and brayed as a climax neared. Anal sex was a treat, a tight cunt even more so, but no matter the orifice, taking what he wanted from a young one got him off like nothing else. He knew it was deviant and rotten, but wasn't that the fun of being evil? He grinned at the notion of just how badly he was fucking up the cute ringtail. He reveled in the trauma the poor boy would deal with later on. It had been a treat to watch Desmond develop into a paranoid, skittish fuckup, and now so would Saki. He snickered to himself.

The aquatic predator bucked in balls-deep one more time. There was great gusto in that last thrust, he thought; a real sense of finality as he groaned and slapped it in. Underneath him, heaving in that way both the young and the old do when sobbing, was Saki the raccoon. Still young enough to measure his age in fractions and so innocent to think Santa was real and his mom wasn't actually a hooker with a penchant for taking stiff ones up the ass and jerking off the underage babysitter. Aaron blew his load into the boy and let loose a deep, relaxed groan. He closed his eyes and started petting over Saki's prostrate form, finding the soft fur and chubby figure perfect when seen through the lens of his building afterglow.

"Mmm, god! I'd been chasing that dragon for years," he crowed. "I haven't enjoyed a boy that much since I raped you, Desmond."

"God dammit," Desmond whined. "What--, what are you gonna with him now?"

Aaron straightened up and slowly pulled his waning shaft out of the boy. His penis glistened with a veneer of spent semen, but of course the brunt was oozing out of Saki's anus, which was swollen up and reddened like a welt. "You're gonna give the little guy a bath and convince him that if he tells mommy about this, then mister Aaron will have to come back and do bad things to him and mommy both. And then mister Aaron will put Desmond in the same shallow grave for not doing what he was told."

"Jesus Christ, Aaron," Desmond breathed over the sound of Saki's weeping, which had become quiet and broken since the shark stopped.

The shark rested on the couch, reached for the remote. His pants were still around his ankles. "Get after it already," he nagged, not even looking at Desmond. "I haven't been caught yet and I don't plan on it now. You can either take care of this for me," he finally looked at Desmond and smiled, "or I have some pics of you dry-humping a cute little ringtail."

Desmond scowled dangerously. He sucked snot, but his face was resolute. "You wouldn't."

"To save my own ass? I would. Don't think I won't." He turned back to the TV, finding a commercial for a cleaning product more interesting than the child on the floor and his watery-eyed partner in crime. "I have enough evidence to pin every single one of those rapes on you. Not a single pic of me grinding up against kids. Do what you're told."

And so Desmond bathed Saki in shameful silence. Desmond offered to make it a bubble bath, but Saki just shook his head.

When he was clean, the raccoon had no desire to go see Aaron again, so he went right to bed. Desmond followed him.

"Saki. God. Saki, I'm so sorry," Desmond groaned in the privacy of the boy's bedroom, kneeling beside. He'd already tucked him in.

There was a strange expression of resignation on Saki's face. If he had cracked even the slightest smile he would have looked profound. He only appeared depressed beyond his years as it was. "It's okay," he said to Desmond, but of course it wasn't. He rubbed the foxcoon's wet snout and said, "Mommy's boyfriends hit her like that too. And then she does what they say even though she doesn't wanna. So it's not your fault. It's his."

Desmond choked up. Saki sat up, gave him a squeeze and a nuzzle and reiterated, "It's okay."

"God dammit, Saki. It's not okay."

The boy let go of Desmond and settled into his bed. Desmond automatically reached for the covers and pulled them up under his chin again, then gave him the gentlest of smooches between the eyes. "You can't tell anyone, buddy. Not mommy. Not anybody."

"I know," Saki said quietly, patiently. "If I do, he'll hurt you, right?"

Desmond only looked at him guiltily. It was confirmation enough for Saki.

"My mommy, she's strong. She gets hurt a lot but says she does it for me. So I can get hurt for you. I really like you." He managed a smile. "Um. Can you plug in my nightlight?"

The foxcoon was blubbering, speech impossible. He tried to say anything for you, buddy, but it came out as a stupid mush of syllables that he trailed off on toward the end, just sobbing. He knelt down and plugged in Saki's nightlight, and the wall and ceiling were lit up by a purple-blue glow.

"Thank you," Saki quietly said, rolling over to face the wall. "Goodnight."

"Goodnight," Desmond managed to say.

As Desmond sat down on the couch, Aaron finally stood and pulled up his pants. "Hey, tonight was good," he said, tossing the remote in Desmond's lap. He didn't care that he tapped the fox's crotch with it and made him wince. "Next time you babysit him," he nodded toward the stairs, "gimme a call. I'll let you get sloppy seconds on his ass."

The fox said nothing then, and he said nothing until Aaron left, just sat there staring vacantly at the TV. When Aaron was gone, Desmond cried for a little while, and then he went and ate some cold pizza. When Saki's mother came home in the early AM, Desmond got himself another handjob, and the night hurt a little bit less.