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Love is something I guess I never really did well with, yet somehow I managed to find the girl of my dreams, get a job and move into a house, all by the time I became an adult. It was odd really, that I found something that I was convinced would never be a part of my life. Here, I'll show you, back from when I met her.

It was mid-July, I had gone in for yet another day of minimum wage work, the only work a Kangaroo like me could get, in a Soup Kitchen, feeding dozens if not hundreds of the city's poor, homeless and needy. It had been shaping up to be the usual crappy shift, until I saw this kid, a Beaver, being harassed by two older guys, a Turtle and a Bloodhound, I went over to check it out, almost instantly the kid hid herself behind me and whimpered. The two blokes walked away, obviously not wanting to risk being banned from the Kitchen.

After they left, I took the kid to the back room, she was quiet for awhile, but eventually she asked for my name, "Milo Ru" I told her. She giggled, obviously finding humour in the fact that I'm a 'Roo, called Ru. After another few minutes of silence she calmly introduced herself as "Parfait", a name that I found fitting for her. Once she had told me her name, she went on to explain how she had ended up having to come to the Kitchen and live in an upturned Banana crate, but some details she seemed to just leave out, not that it bothered me, but realizing she was only Twelve did a number on my view of life, especially my own life.

She had sat next to me by this point, assumedly trying to get into my jacket since the back room was pretty cold due to the A/C feeding straight into it, that and the fact Parfait was only in a set of tattered pajamas. I took it off when she began shivering and wrapped it round her, she hugged me in thanks. By this time my shift had come to an end, not that anybody cared for my absence, I was one in twenty-three workers.

She looked up at me after I took off my badge and asked if I knew of any shelters that could keep her safe, but unfortunately I didn't, so I asked her "How would you feel about a semi-heated sofa with blankets and someone to keep an eye on you?". She was dumbfounded and awestruck at what I had said, she didn't really say or do anything in response for those few moments, as if her heart had skipped a few beats, but in under a second I found her hugging me, tears beginning to form in her eyes.

I carried her back to my place, still in my jacket, she had passed out halfway there, leaving me the challenge of not whacking people senseless with her tail. When I finally got to my front door, I battled to unlock it like a drunk and his car, Parfait began to stir, whimpering in her sleep, having a nightmare I think. When we got in, I set her down upon the couch, wrapping her in my best blanket, from there I proceeded to sit down, with the intention of getting a snack, I failed and fell asleep curled up cuddling my tail.

A few months went by and living with the little Beaver in my home had become pretty normal, save for seeing a fuzzy rear end every once in awhile, that and the impossibility of getting any time to 'relax' alone. She barely left my side at all; sleep, showers and bathroom visits were my only peace at home. After the fourth month, I began smelling a warm, almost delectable scent in the main room of the apartment, usually in the mornings, sometimes after I got home from work, obviously it had been coming from Parfait, but that was none of my business, mainly because I'm a Guy, that and the fact she happened to be Twelve.

A few weeks later, in early November, when I got home from an absolutely terrible day at work, I noticed an unusual wet patch in my bed, a rather fresh one. Parfait was in the shower, or so I thought, so with my curiosity and low-likelihood of getting caught, I knelt down and began sniffing it, in seconds my body was wracked with an intense warmth, I knew exactly what *this* was. After some thinking I turned round to find Parfait cloth-less, looking at me with a lewd smile, obviously she had wanted me to find her bait.

She softly rubbed her handpaw on my muzzle, especially around my nose and maw, growling excitedly she gave me a wink, her paw was covered in those same liquids that made up the wet patch, she knew what she was doing, all too well. I stumbled back, ending up sat on my bed, Parfait already climbing up onto my lap, pushing me down onto my back, leaving me to helplessly whimper, knowing that it was absolutely wrong, but physically unable to combat her advances.

She gave me a soft, loving nuzzle and attempted to unbutton my trousers, but she stopped when I whined "Please don't", seemingly feeling guilty about trying to force me into it. She dismounted and sat next to me, grinding on one of my *favourite* pillows, which happened to smell very strongly of me. Shortly after, I fell asleep, waking a few hours later to find Parfait cuddled up to my side, most of the bed having been soaked by her liquids, likely due to lewd dreams.

I got up and sighed, knowing that she must have become a nymphomaniac out on the streets, a fate many homeless girls share, but she had tried overcoming it, to no avail. I walked myself to the shower, planning what I'd say to her later on, maybe thinking of how we could overcome or sate her desires without doing anything questionable. I spent a good two hours in that shower, just sat on the floor, half-thinking, half-trying not to fantasize about her lithe, soft, overly fuckable body.

When I finally returned to my bedroom, she was hunched over my desk, asleep, covering a half-written letter to me. Carefully, I eased it from beneath her arms and began reading; "Milo, you've taken care of me for longer than I could have ever asked for, and throughout the time I've been here, I've been a burden on you; emotionally, financially and physically. And now that I've gone and tried to force you into a situation like that, I feel that it would be kinder if I just left you, so that your life could return to-". I looked down at the little girl I had become so attached to, and wrapped her in my nightgown, moving her to my bed and setting her down. I wasn't going to let just one incident stop her from being in the safe home she deserved, not ever.

Over the weeks following the incident Parfait was rather humble, seemingly thinking that she somehow owed me for not kicking her out. We had talked a few times and had come to a mutual confession that we both felt immensely strong affections for one-another, we also agreed that she could share my bed with me, and that if she felt the need, she could do as she wished, without stopping, berating or punishing her. Surprisingly she controlled herself, save for the nights she'd suckle on my ears during her sleep, something she always denied having ever done.

Things were rather calm for a few months, that is until my Landlord sent me the letter, the letter that bore the hardest decision I'd ever make in my life, the decision that was to change my life forever. The letter indicated that I had broken my tenancy contract by allowing an unsigned flatmate to stay on his property. I was given two choices, one was to kick Parfait out onto the streets, leaving her at the mercy of the fate I had saved her from, or to move out by the following Saturday, taking her with me.

Obviously Parfait tried to convince me that she'd be okay out on the streets again, but I wasn't going to let it happen, so for two days straight I searched fo an apartment in the city that I could realistically afford and that would allow Parfait in too. In the end I found one, just inside my budget, but it's location meant I'd have to quit the Soup Kitchen job, a welcome sacrifice.

Parfait and I had checked the smaller three-room apartment out about three times before actually signing the paperwork, by Friday evening we'd moved in completely, already looking for jobs in the Newspapers. After a few hours we found one, a daytime security placement at the City's biggest bank, the pay was astonishing and it was a mere ten minute walk away.

Inside the apartment, the decor was bland and everything was much smaller in comparison to the old place, especially the bed, but the mattress itself was some sort of memory foam, something neither me or my 'Daughter'; as she'd been referred to as on the paperwork, had ever experienced before, and I have to say, the first time I led on it, I embarrassingly jizzed a bit in my shorts, something Parfait didn't mind helping me clean up.

A few weeks into the new life and home we had taken a preference to sleeping in just our underwear, due to the unfamiliar heat of the radiators and adjustable Air Conditioning unit, something we didn't have at the old place. Before long we became strongly accustomed to each others bodies, mainly due to showering together, but also the random occasions when we walked in on each other getting dressed or undressed, which wasn't a problem until I began dreaming about her.

Usually my dreams were simply just looking and stroking, but the odd few were a lot more intimate, and it was during one of these dreams that I began grinding against and humping Parfait, who usually slept underneath me so that she wouldn't have to battle me for the duvet. This humping wasn't all too serious until it woke her up, since my tip had been digging at her tailhole through her underwear.

She shrieked and jumped out from beneath me, I instantly awoke and knew exactly what had happened, I began apologising profusely, feeling immensely guilty. She just, kissed me suddenly, I couldn't move or think, I was simply taken by surprise. As she kissed me, she pushed me onto my back, straddling me as she went, her hand-paws holding mine above my head, a soft purr in her panting. We stayed like that until we fell asleep, waking a few hours later in more or less the same position.

This sort of kissing and dry humping became deliberately more frequent, but she began wanting more, the powerfully invigorating scent had come back ten times as strong, and it was really beginning to take it's toll on me. On my compulsory day-off work I woke her up by slipping my paw down between her thighs and rubbing, this had the desired effect as she began to stir, but as I began pulling her panties of she squeaked a bit; almost sounding hyper-excited and began purring.

After she was 'naked' I removed my shorts to reveal my fully unsheathed 'Roo cock, all eight and a half inches of it. Upon seeing this she squeaked excitedly, yet made absolutely no movement, assumedly wanting me to take charge for once, which obviously hadn't been my strong suit.

I carefully manoeuvred myself so that I was between her half-lifted legs, she had gone silent by this point, only her pounding heartbeat within earshot. I stared intently into those beautiful eyes of hers, getting lost for a few moments before changing my focus to her smooth-furred crotch, her lightly glistening cunny seeming completely untouched; something I found oddly titillating, I pressed a finger to it, slipping the first inch of my short-furred digit into her, eliciting whimpers and squeals of delight from the naughty Beaver who had once appeared so innocent.

I wriggled my finger a little before pulling it out and licking at it, it tasted good, undescribably good, a sort of warm sweetness mixed with liquid passion, I had to get more. I plunged tongue first between her thighs, lapping at her honeypot, loving it's aphrodisiac-like effects upon my own body, loving the squealing moans that Parfait just couldn't control.

After a few minutes of my oral siege her whole body tensed up, she let out an extra loud squeal, her cunny walls tightening upon my tongue in orgasm. It was a few moments before she recovered, hardly able to talk straight, she spluttered out "I-I-I f-fucking love you!", she then relaxed as I began stroking my cock, it twisting and writhing as a roo's cock does, my balls swollen extra big, ready to breed for the first time in their humble existence.

After she begun breathing normally again I pulled her near, my tip instantly drilling into her, before long all eight inches had sunk into her, she was barely containing herself, but she knew there was a lot more than simple 'pushing in' to this lovemaking session. I leaned over and kissed her on the lips, my affections greeted by her unskilled tongue and soft arms wrapping around my neck.

As I broke the kiss she whined, obviously having enjoyed what had turned out to be her first kiss. I placed both of my paws on her thighs, wanting to make sure she didn't move too much, digging my dull claws in a little. A few soft thrusts and she was squeaking, that set me off, I began humping, starting slowly but getting faster and rougher, deriving intense enjoyment from hearing her blissful moans and whimpers. It felt so good, her hot, tight cunny trying to milk my cock with each thrust, it wasn't enough though, so I began slamming harshly into her, shaking her small frame.

Her delighted noises becoming more intense, her tail whacking the bed hard behind me. I kept ramming, intent on breeding this young Beaver who had so expertly seduced me, my climax approaching fast, hers too, her walls convulsing insanely, knowing their reward was on it's way. I thrust in as deep as possible and kissed her, blowing my immensely fertile seed into her womb, a lot of it leaking out onto the bed, her climactic shrieks dampened by my maw pressed against hers.

It was a good few minutes before I stopped cumming, but even then I didn't pull out, for fear that a flood of seed would further drown the bed. I don't remember much more since we both fell asleep shortly after, but I recall promising my eternal loyalty and love to her.

A good few more times did we consummate our love, over a two month period, and a good few times were we complained at for making noise after ten in the evening. We fully admitted our love to each other after the first time we mated, and we even began planning to get married when she turned sixteen. Though the greatest thing was finding out that she had become pregnant with our offspring, something she loved so strongly.

What happened after that you wonder? You'll have to wait, even I don't know yet, it hasn't happened yet. When it does, I'll tell you.

Milo Ru is property of Marshall Shining

Parfait is property of Gothbunnyboy and/or Ketzio11