A Moonlit Night
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A short story about a serval and his new sitter, at the start of a pleasant weekend together.
“I'm ten years old, Mom. I don't need a babysitter anymore!"
Billy stamped his foot, the serval petulantly pouting in the doorway of his parents bedroom. Billy's mom barely spared him a glance as she adjusted her hair in her mirror.
“Honestly, Billy," she sighed, turning away from the bureau. Giving Billy a flat look, she placed her hands on her hips. “You can hardly be expected to look after yourself. Your father and I will be gone until late Sunday evening. If it were just for the evening, and we were expected to return before your bedtime, then yes, I would feel fine leaving you alone. But it isn't, so you're not going to spend all weekend alone."
“But a babysitter?" Billy cried, flopping against the doorway in the dramatic way only kids could do. “I'm too old for a babysitter. Why can't I just stay over with Mike or Ronnie's families?"
“Because I said so," his mom replied, walking past him like he wasn't doing his best to barricade the doorway. “Now will you get up, please? The sitter is going to be here any moment now."
Billy rolled over, crawling back to his feet and watching dolefully as his mom went downstairs. He didn't understand the point of having a sitter. He was ten, that was old enough for him to start using the sharp knives and cut his own steaks, for Fox's sake! Surely it was old enough that he could be allowed to watch over himself for all of Saturday and Sunday. He would follow instructions, and he could control himself! Billy knew all the emergency numbers, and he could eat healthy, and
If only his parents could
Following after his mom, Billy's tail perked up at the sound of the doorbell.
“Oh, that must be the sitter," Billy's dad said, tugging at his jacket. Dad shared a glance with Mom, both of them looking at the clock. “He's early."
“Maybe that's because he's coming over to cancel?" Billy offered, giving his parents the most pleading, saddest eyes he could manage.
Mom laughed, and went over to answer the door. A human stood on the other side, a teenager with bright red hair tied back and deep auburn skin. He grinned at Mom, waving lazily. His clothes looked two sizes too big, his deep green hoodie dangling off of him, and Billy wondered if maybe he couldn't afford his own, or was too skinny to fit in his clothes properly.
Well, if the sad sitter couldn't afford his own clothes, then maybe Billy was okay with having the guy. It was rude, after all, to leave someone in need, and clearly the guy looked it.
“Hey, Mrs. Calloway," the guy said, looking sheepish. “Sorry I'm so early. I know how flights can be nowadays, so I wanted to be sure that you and your husband left early enough to get a good seat."
Mom laughed, waving him off. “Oh, it's no trouble at all. Actually, this works beautifully. Now we don't have to rush through the gate to catch our flight. Thank you."
“Come along, Billy!" Dad called, glancing up the stairs at Billy. “Come meet your sitter."
The sitter stepped into the house, looking up at Billy. He waved, looking cheerful. “Hi, Billy! I'm Lucas, and I'll be watching over you until your parents come back from their trip."
Billy glared at the sitter, before running back to his room. He didn't want to meet this new sitter, he didn't want a sitter at all.
Shutting the door, Billy wished he could lock it, but no such luck.
Five minutes later, Billy emerged at his parents call. As much as he didn't like this situation, he still wanted to say goodbye to his parents. Hugging them both, he gave them one last pleading look.
“Are you sure I can't look after myself for the weekend?"
Mom shared a look with Dad, before chuckling. “Oh, Billy, no. Not until you're older. Now, listen to Lucas and follow what he says. He comes highly recommended, so in the event of an emergency, go to Lucas. He'll know what to do."
“Have a safe trip, Mr. and Mrs. Calloway!" Lucas said, walking up to Billy. He reached out a hand for Billy, who sniffed and shuffled away haughtily. “I'll be sure to call you if anything happens."
Billy ran to the front window after the door shut, watching Mom's car leave the driveway, not looking away even after it turned the corner.
“Hey, don't worry about them," Lucas offered, crawling onto the couch beside Billy. “Your parents can handle themselves. And just think about this weekend!"
“What about it?" Billy asked, twisting around to glumly sit on the couch.
“Well, for one thing, I'm not opposed to eating pizza for a meal or two," Lucas plied, giving Billy an easy-going grin. “But I will hold firm on the bedtimes, kiddo."
Billy glanced at Lucas warily. “Pineapple pizza?"
“I'm partial to meat lovers myself," Lucas said, pulling out his phone. “How about we get one for each of us? One pizza for you and one pizza for me."
Billy's stomach grumbled at the idea, and he nodded, his bad mood forgotten.
Lucas didn't turn out to be a terrible person, letting Billy do what he liked. They ate their pizzas on the couch, and when Billy dripped sauce on his shirt Lucas shook his head and simply helped Billy take off his shirt.
“Are you really a good sitter?" Billy asked, looking up at Lucas dubiously. Outside, the sun was getting late in the sky, turning the sky into a golden orange. “All my previous sitters didn't want me going around without a clean shirt on."
“I'm pretty chill about clothes," Lucas said, gesturing at himself. As it turned out, Lucas wasn't wearing loose-fitting clothes but a too-large hoodie. Underneath it, he wore exercise shorts and a tank top. “As you can see. I wouldn't care if you wanted to spend the rest of the weekend butt naked, Billy. I don't have the best track record with laundry."
Billy grinned, quickly shucking off his jeans too. Lucas laughed while Billy sank his butt cheeks into the couch, wiggling at the freeing feeling of just being in his underwear. His parents were strict about his clothes, and didn't want anyone wandering the house in anything less than full dress. A quick glance at the windows and Lucas hummed.
“I can close the blinds if you're that worried?" he offered, and Billy nodded. Even if his parents weren't home, his neighbors were, and Billy was certain that they would know and they would tell Mom.
Later that evening, after Billy had eaten half of his pizza, he began to nod off, too full to do anything but sleep. Lucas chuckled, gently nudging Billy up.
“Come on, kiddo," Lucas said, helping Billy to his feet. He gathered up Billy's discarded clothes, carrying them up the stairs while Billy sleepily followed. “I think you need to sleep off some of that food."
“Yeah," Billy said, yawning. He fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.
Groaning, Billy blinked open his eyes, looking out the window. The sun had set, his bedside clock reading that it was almost ten at night, and he really needed to pee.
Wandering out of his room, Billy left the bedroom door open as he went to the bathroom, taking care of business. When he was done, Billy looked at the laundry hamper, where his clothes for the day lay. Recalling Lucas's words, he felt daring enough to take off his undies, adding them to the hamper before going out to find Lucas. He didn't feel tired at all, after his nap, and he wondered if Lucas would relax about the bed time enough for him to play some video games.
Billy was halfway down the stairs, cautiously seeing if the window shades were still closed, when he heard the thump.
Pausing, Billy frowned. He padded the rest of the way down the stairs, looking around.
“Lucas?" he called out, tail twitching in instinctive interest. The thump repeated, and his tail went straight up, eyes going wide. “Lucas? I'm coming to find you!"
Billy wandered into the living room, where he saw a pile of clothes. Lucas's shirt and shorts lay in the middle of the room, looking hastily taken off. Billy poked at them, lips curling when he found a pair of red boxers among them. The boxers were damp, especially at the front, and smelled... nice. Billy brought them close, taking a curious whiff of the musky smell, and squirmed at the feelings that it brought up in his little cock.
“Lucas?" Billy asked, and the thump responded. “Are you naked?"
“Billy?" Lucas called out from behind, voice gruff and rough. “Look at you. So beautiful."
“Lucas?" Billy turned around, freezing when he saw the wolf. It was huge, nearly reaching the ceiling, with fur a bright red, like Lucas's hair. The wolf grinned, and Billy took a step back.
“Hello, Billy," Lucas said, the werewolf stalking closer to Billy. “I'd like to play with you."
Billy took another step back, tripping over Lucas's clothes and falling onto his back with a cry. Lucas dropped to all fours, sniffing along at Billy.
“Wh-what is this?" Billy asked, looking all over Lucas.
“I'm a werewolf," Lucas replied, his wet nose poking at Billy. All his sniffing tickled at Billy, and he giggled, squirming when Lucas focused his attention between Billy's legs. He licked at Billy's cock, tongue large enough to drag over his cock and balls both. Lucas growled, and Billy froze at the sparks of pleasure that ran through him at the attention. “Forgot it's a full moon. Oh, Billy, you smell amazing. And you taste incredible."
“Are you gonna eat me?" Billy squeaked, staring at Lucas in fear. Lucas laughed, guttural and deep.
“No, Billy. I'm not going to eat you." Lucas grinned. “I just want you to feel really good. Can you get on all fours for me?"
Billy nodded, too stunned to question anything, and squeaked again when Lucas crawled over him, lifting his tail high. He felt something huge and warm and leaking rub along his butt, squeezing between his cheeks and spreading them wide open. It felt good, really good, and Billy lifted his tail higher as the tip of whatever it was pulled back and poked at his tailhole.
“This might hurt at first," Lucas said, growling in Billy's ear. “But trust me, you'll feel really good soon after. Now, relax."
The thing—Lucas's own cock, Billy realized with a gasp—pressed against his tailhole, spreading the sticky fluid that couldn't be pee all over it. Billy did his best to relax, and gasped when Lucas's cock slowly slid inside, the fluid dribbling out lubricating the way. Billy yowled when more than the tip made it inside, and a heavy paw over his mouth covered the yowls. It felt so huge, and so warm, and the more of Lucas's cock slid into Billy, the more stretched out he felt.
Lucas's cock dragged over something inside of Billy, and he shuddered, his own cock stiffening at the sensation. It felt like lightning was shooting all about beneath his skin, making his fur all stand on end. It felt so good, that Billy wanted it to never stop. He wanted more, wanted Lucas to keep making him feel so good.
Billy whined when Lucas stopped sinking his cock into him, and bucked his hips back when Lucas began to pull out. He didn't want that, he wanted more!
“Don't worry," Lucas chuckled, nipping at Billy's ear. “There's going to be so much more where this came from."
Lucas began rocking his hips, rutting into Billy's tailhole, while Billy closed his eyes and lost himself to the pleasure.