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--The Prologue

Penny broke away from curling her eyelashes to turn up the volume on her stereo. A heavy, repetitive beat thudded from the tinny speakers. Her brother had gotten her into hip-hop, and so far, it was her favorite kind of music yet. She loved to dance, loved to grind and sway her young body to the raw beats. The party at the scrapyard was the perfect place to really move.

And to do some other things, she told herself, and smiled at her reflection. Her mirror had been reduced to a foot-wide surface, the rest of it plastered with glittery stickers in the shapes of hearts and stars, but the face peering back at her was an echo of the beautiful woman she would eventually flourish into. Her tee read Honey and was stylized with a cartoon bee dipping its stinger into an urn of golden honey. Mom did not know about this shirt. She had stolen it, and it was her favorite.

"What do you think you're doing?"

Penny didn't flinch when she heard the male voice. She continued to delicately curl her eyelashes. Standing bottomless at the mirror, she looked like a small hooker taking a break between johns to touch up her makeup.

"Gettin' ready for the party."

"I know the one you're talking about," he warily said. "Christ's sake, Penelope. You're ten."

She huffed. "Ten and a half. I'll be back before midnight. Mom won't even know."

He stepped into the room, appeared in her cramped mirror. The family resemblance was apparent; he was obviously her brother. "And what if she finds out? You think I'm gonna cover for your scrawny ass?"

Penny was satisfied with her eyelashes. She put away her makeup and turned smoothly to face her brother. His eyes fell on her chest and he blinked. "Did you pad your chest?"

"Duh," she scoffed. "It's a bunch of toilet paper in a bra." She brushed past him and dug into her dresser, pawed through her assorted skirts and pants. "And I guess if mom finds out, then I get grounded again. Not like it ever stopped me before."

"Whatever. At least take some rubbers with you," he said on his way out.

The girl picked her favorite skirt out. It was blue and slightly ruffled, and it had a certain elegance even on her prepubescent body. The condoms her brother had given her were in her underwear drawer. She did not reach in there, not even for panties.

--The Story

The party started at eight. Penny didn't get there until quarter after. In the heart of the tetanus-filled junkyard was a crude plaza where the newest scrap was dumped for sorting, stacking, and crushing. It was empty save for morsels, leaving a rough circle of flat, oil-streaked dirt a few hundred feet wide. Paths led into the rows of junked automobiles like a hedge maze, providing ample cover for far more illicit things than drinking beer and blasting music.

Penny mingled through the sparse crowds, passing by cigarette clutches and pot-smoking loners. Although she stood only four feet and some change, the figure she managed to cut was womanly and mature. Her hair was a scraggly ponytail and her pretty face was accentuated by long-lashed, honey-hued eyes. This was not her first party, and she was used to the lewd offers and catcalls. Her love for the attention ran two ways, feeding her desire to be lusted after and petty amusement that so many grown men fell for a ten-year-old with a padded chest.

When it came to parties where she routinely deceived men into acts of pedophilia, Penny had wisely chosen an alias. It was simple and elegant, or at least she thought it to be. At parties, she was not Penelope, not Penny, but Amber. Most men thought it was a lovely name.

While Penny made her way around the throng in the junkyard and looked for the best time and place to enjoy a little dancing by the bonfire some of the men were trying to stoke up, a pair of friends sipped watered-down beer and passed a joint fat with unimpressive ditch weed.

"I thought he was gonna kill me, if it hadn't been for the pizza," the smaller of the pair said. His name was Desmond, and even as he smiled and enjoyed himself, his green eyes darted neurotically. Some might have said it was the pot making him paranoid, but so far the garbage pot had shown no effect on him. It was his natural state.

His friend Ricky, in the middle of a hit, broke off in a laugh. Smoke rolled from his equine nostrils. "Dammit, dude, you fucked me up. I lost it."

"It's shitty weed anyway," Desmond groused. He sipped his beer. "He just took a piece and sat down. I kept thinking he was gonna fucking murder me, but-."

"Was the pussy good?" the horse asked, grinning. "That's all that matters, my man."

Desmond had left out that the pussy was only ten years old. As far as Ricky knew, Desmond had scored with a twenty-something babe of statuesque proportions. "I guess so," he said. "This beer sucks."

"It does," Ricky solemnly agreed. He flicked the joint into the bonfire. "Man, we gotta bring our own shit next time. And where's the girls? This is a sausagefest."

Desmond the foxcoon smiled primly. "You like sex with guys."

Ricky smiled back, but with considerably more malice. "Yeah, but I can fuck your ass whenever I want. I came here for poontang."

The fox began to laugh, then the sound dropped off into a hiccup-like squeak. He stared past Ricky, looking near the rising bonfire. Among a group of college-aged men of assorted species, jerking and stomping and twisting to a hard drums-and-bass beat, was the very same girl from his story. Her chest was a little thicker, but it was undoubtedly her. "Oh, fuck."

"What?" Ricky turned, followed his friend's stare. He grinned when he saw what Desmond did. "Oh, shit, man. Behold the shorty."

"Dude, that's-, it's her."

"You hit that? I thought she was like six-foot-seven." He didn't take his red eyes off of Penny. "Dude, nothing wrong with short girls. Shit, I bet a girl like that makes your tiny prick look huge."

Desmond grunted. "Fuck off." He considered withholding his warning, but his good nature got the better of him. "Ricky, look, you don't want any of her."

He looked back at Desmond skeptically. A grin formed on his lips. "Oh, I got you. You don't want me stretching out your piece." He snickered and gave Desmond a big kiss on the cheek. "Don't worry, dude. I bet she'll still be able to suck you off."

"No, Ricky, seriously-," Desmond said, but gave up when the horse trotted off to meet the girl. He slugged down the rest of his watery beer then followed after Ricky.

Penny didn't pay attention to Ricky, but she immediately noticed the familiar, naturally masked face of Desmond. She came out of her dance sweaty from the fire and the exercise. "Desmond!" she cried, and passed Ricky to hug the foxcoon. She squeezed around his middle then pulled him down by the thick cord of his Dutch braid. Their lips met, hers parting, tongue swabbing his jowls. "I didn't think I'd see you here. But it's so nice that you came." A devious smile, one very familiar to Desmond, flashed across her face.

"Guess you weren't bullshitting me, Desmond," Ricky said. Penny looked his way, kept her paws on Desmond. "Nice to meet you, baby. We got something in common, I see."

"What? Desmond?" she asked, smiling.

"Nah, sweet asses." The stallion palmed Penny's ass, squeezing her through the skirt. Desmond groaned, but Penny tittered and pressed into the stallion's touch. "Desmond was just telling me what a babe you are. Heard you're a beast in the sheets."

Penny smiled slyly at Desmond. He looked like he would have given anything to be somewhere else at that moment. "Maybe I am. Question is, you gonna try to find out?"

Ricky's grin was wide and toothy. A lump grew in the crotch of his jeans. His grabby, drunken hands slid up Penny's body but the bear smacked them down just short of her padded chest. "Nah-ah. Nobody touches my boobs. You can keep going for my butt, though."

Ricky contentedly returned to palming the bear's behind. Unlike her breasts, it had a curve, albeit one mostly made of baby fat. The stallion huffed, blowing across her demure hair. "You got a ni-i-ice butt. Goddamn, I love shorter women."

"Desmond does too," Penny said. She groped his crotch, and her grip held him in place when he tried to pull away. "Desmond says my ti-i-ight little coochie makes his dick look so big."

The stallion snickered immaturely. He felt around her hips and touched her delicate mound, fingers separated from it by only the skirt. "Sounds like something Dezzy would say. I think his thumb's bigger."

"Fuck off, Ricky," Desmond snapped.

Penny pinched the glans of Desmond's penis. His white plaid shorts gave him little protection against her small, insistent fingers and the pain caused him to hiss and crumple inward. His paws shot to her shoulders, but he knew better than to put even a tiny bruise on her. "Be nice, sweetie," the bear said with false affection. "Your friend's having a good time. Why can't you?"

Desmond stared at the bear's warm honey eyes. Meeting her gaze made him feel no more empowered than looking away would have made him feel. Ever since the first night he had babysat her, he had irrevocably become her property. "I guess I can. Amber."

"Thanks, Desmond," Penny replied, sneering with the emphasis. "Hey, horsey! Let's go smash somewhere."

Ricky's mind jumped at the possibilities, but his hands were slow to release her body. His fingers dragged over the general area of her loins on their way off of her. He remained near her, leaning over her enough that he could have kissed Desmond. "No argument here. I'm about to bust a nut just standing here."

Penny laughed, pushing off of Desmond. She looked up at Ricky's chin and wished for just an extra foot of height - enough that she could stand high enough to kiss the horse quickly, with a little swab of tongues to top it off. In lieu of what she wanted, she did an about-face and put a paw on the powerful bulge in Ricky's jeans. Her touch was fleeting, lasting only a second before she pulled away. The mere skim caused him to grunt boorishly. She had an enormous smile on her face when she sauntered off. "Let's go this way."

Taken by horny frenzy usually seen better in desperate male virgins, Ricky tailed Penny closely. Desmond followed the horse a few paces behind, his penis stiff but his hackles up. He often glanced back at the party, expecting a red and blue strobe to start lighting up the road to the scrapyard. We don't care about the underage drinking and all that racket, we're just here for Desmond Lankett.

Eventually the girl stopped among the piled derelicts. The crushed and cubed cars blocked the sound of the music so totally that the air was still save for the chirping of nighttime insects. The area she had chosen was little more than a corridor some ten feet wide, and a cubed car sitting lonesomely in the aisle made for a decent if not lumpy place to sit.

"All right, lemme see that pee-pee," Penny said, pulling off the seductive tone in spite of her childish term. Ricky started to unbutton, but Penny pushed away his hands and did it for him. Her smaller fingers moved nimbly on his fly, and soon she pulled apart the denim flaps. His cock throbbed at her under a tent of gray boxer shorts.

"Mmm, yeah, now that's a nice big dick," Penny crooned, shooting a quick but acrid look at the fidgeting Desmond. He glowered back at her, but she placidly turned her attention back to Ricky. Her fingers coiled around the waistband of the horse's boxers. "Let's see it," she cooed, then gave the underwear a sharp tug downward. Ricky's equine penis was malleable enough to bend until the elastic cleared its bulk. Its folded length snapped back and walloped Penny in the chin, sending her head back and shaking a startled cry from her lips. Desmond covered his muzzle to hide his smirk.

"Sorry!" Ricky said, laughing. "Shoulda warned you. First time with a horse dick?"

The bear rubbed her chin, worked her jaws. She flicked a tooth with her tongue and found it loose. Deciding it would be unsightly to spit out a baby tooth in front of her new friend, she let it be. "Uh, yeah," she replied. "I mean, I've seen them before..." Young, brown paws wrapped around his cock, so thick that she could not touch the heels of her palms around its bulk. The black flesh throbbed, its unflared head oozing gobs of scent-heavy precum. "But gosh, it's big. I thi-i-ink it might be too big for my coochie."

"Not to worry," Ricky spoke, voice made prideful by Penny's awe. "I'm sure you can figure something out."

I bet I can. She lapped the head of his penis, shuddered at the powerful equine taste. "Mm, I bet you cum buckets, don't you?"

"Guys, can you hurry this up?" Desmond asked.

"Shut up, lots of people are doin' this," Penny snapped. "Nothin' wrong with a couple adults having fun, right, Ricky?"

Ricky grinned. "Free love and all that shit, right!" He looked at Desmond and winked. "C'mon, dude, why don't you join in? At least jerk off."

"I'd rather not."

"S'matter, Desmond? Don't think I'm sexy anymore?" Penny asked him. Her smile oozed deviant lust, but her eyes were cold and threatening, at least to him. "Take it out. Let it breathe. Maybe if you let it get some fresh air, it'd grow." Ricky found this very funny, but Desmond winced.

While Desmond obeyed, freeing his very small and very stiff cock from his tacky shorts, Penny savored Ricky with lollipop slurps. Owing to her craving for his liquid musk, she localized her attention to the flaring head. Ricky let his shoulders rest on the wall of scrap. A deep sigh passed his lips. He drip-fed the girl from a seemingly endless store of precum.

"Fuck, man," said Ricky with a puff. He closed his ruby eyes, smiled peacefully. "Desmond, good god. Why didn't you tell me about this chick? Fuckin' love bears, dude."

The foxcoon rubbed his small, uncircumcised penis shamefully. His head was still on a swivel, changing views with the live sex act and the roomy scrapyard corridor every few seconds. "Um. Dunno," he muttered.

"It's 'cause, mmh," Penny slurped again, "he wants to keep me all to himself. 'Cause I make his cute little dick look huge. Isn't that it, Desmond?"

"I hate you-," he caught himself about to say her real name, "Amber."

Penny was flush with power. Ricky fell in line as a dumb guy just out to get laid, and Desmond was firmly under her thumb from previous efforts. Bringing grown men to heel with her growing body gave her an incredible thrill. I can make these two do anything I want, she reminded herself. Suddenly her placid licks on the head of the horse's cock seemed far too tame. She dipped her snout lower, slopped her tongue over his smooth, ebony scrotum. Sweat and his body's natural grease furnished his balls with a dull sheen and a musky flavor. Penny found the latter deeply gratifying.

"You never licked my balls," Desmond said in a petty grumble.

The bear slurped a second time, stroking her tongue across the musky expanse of Ricky's heavy ballbag. "These are oranges," she said, and finished with a pitiless comparison, "yours are grapes."

"Got you there, dude," Ricky chimed in. He watched Penny work through eager eyes, his smile as broad as ever. "God. Work those nuts, baby. Slurp me like I'm a honeycomb."

Desmond hissed. "I'm gonna tell your-." He stopped in mid-sentence, his angry face turning blank. Who could he tell? Her brother didn't care, and her parents would have him on the fast track to a prison cell before the week was over. "Your boyfriend," he said feebly.

Ricky laughed so sharply that he almost giggled. "You got a boyfriend? Hope he doesn't beat me up. Pretty hot, though - girls who cheat on their guys."

"Oh, he knows what I do," Penny said, effortlessly weaving Desmond's lame lie into her own complex web of bullshit. She jerked Ricky off dismissively. "He knows all about this stuff. He loves it. Sometimes he even watches." Her honey eyes fell on Desmond. "I let him fuck Desmond once. Poor foxy-coon is just mad that it's been so long."

"You little shit," Desmond grunted. His cheeks were red, ears flat.

Penny laughed and so did Ricky. She smooched the plump flare of his penis, let her fingers linger on it when she pulled away. "Mmm. Your cock is nice. Love the color." Exhibiting her childish energy, she bounded up onto the cubed car and wheeled on Ricky. "Hey, surprise!" she cried, and hoisted up her skirt. The velvet lips of her pussy greeted him in the dim light. A thin trickle of moisture seeped from their meeting point. "Hope you know how to eat pussy. Desmond might not look like a lot, but he sets the bar pretty high."

The horse pressed against the waist-high cube, shivering when his penis touched the cold steel. His nostrils touched down just above her snatch and he shivered again, this time from her developing female musk. "Something about you smells good, baby."

"I wonder what it could be," came her dry reply. She dropped her skirt over his head and giggled. "Less sniff-sniff, more lick-lick!" A seductive grumble rising from deep in her throat, she pushed her loins into his snout, made her pussylips smooch his nostrils.

"Gawd, yeah, sure," Ricky panted, and went straight to work. In the utter darkness below her skirt, he played her by touch and smell and taste. It was not difficult; the shapes of her body were obvious to his experienced tongue, only smaller than he was used to. Penny was the first child Ricky had ever licked, but not the smallest partner ever in his life. The title belonged to an exotic fennec dancer he and Desmond had shared on vacation in Amsterdam. Ricky thought of her as he traced the unmistakable structure of Penny's loins using the thick slab of his tongue.

The bear sighed, smiling at her own duplicity. She wondered how many other girls who still measured birthdays in fractions could pull off a con like this with so many men. She had related as much to Desmond one evening, and he silently formed his own opinion: most of the men knew exactly what she was. Ricky's stupidity was authentic, but it seemed impossible that all her targets were so easily tricked. Not that Desmond could condemn them when he enjoyed her so much.

Desmond watched them in the full moon's glow. In a few hours - once it reached its apex - it would be a chalky spotlight. For now it put off a hazy glow which made bodies fuzzy and movements ghostly. He touched his small penis with guilty fingers. He both lamented and admired that the girl had him completely flogged.

"Desmond, hey," she said, snapping him out of his musing. "I wanna try something new. Come lick my butt."

"Mm, Amber, I'd lick the hell outta your butt." Ricky's attempt to volunteer was met with a patronizing rub on the head. He returned to slathering the supple peach of her vulva.

"Come o-o-on, Dez. I bet you like to lick buttholes." She looked over her shoulder and batted her slutty eyelashes his way. "Please?"

Desmond was challenged to decide if he hated himself or Penny more at that moment. He decided he must hate himself more for the way he nearly tripped over his own panting tongue to get to her. He bumped the crushed car opposite Ricky and lifted her skirt to bare her brown ass. Despite mosquito bite breasts and boyish hips, Penny sported a beautiful pair of ass cheeks. Desmond put his head under the curtain of the skirt, bumped his nose into the crack of her ass. Her scent was still thin with her small age; her behind lacked the musk of even late puberty. The sweaty scent which was present still made his tiny dick spit and twitch.

The foxcoon's long black fingers cupped her cheeks and tugged them apart. Desmond couldn't see the winking, pink star of her anus, but much like Ricky operating just opposite him, he knew how to feel his way around her. His tongue probed the virgin orifice, causing it to clench defensively.

Penny gasped and bit her jowl, flushing it white. "Mmf. Feels weird." She petted Ricky's head through the skirt, in particular the knife shapes of his ears. He responded with a snort, a flick of his tail, and his tongue punished her with rough laps. "Keep that up, horsey. Keep lickin' me... did Desmond tell you I'm a squirter?"

"Nuh," Ricky mumbled into her small box. "Hot."

"Harder, Desmond, pretend like it's my pussy," Penny demanded. Gentler but with an exulted strain in her voice, Penny said to Ricky, "Yeah, I hear it's really rare. Or some guys think it's pee. I dunno. Either Desmond likes pee or it's something else." Her laugh was sudden and girlish.

Ricky eased back just a centimeter from her snatchlips. "Pee's hot too," he said without shame. Then his fingers busied themselves on her muff, spreading the lips with a gesture like a peace sign. Exposed pink emanated a sharp smell, almost a stink which was wholly unique to pussy. Ricky sucked it down with his hungry nose then dragged his tongue through her, giving Penny's inner pussy the most vulgar attention imaginable.

Penny's legs nearly buckled. She braced one paw on Desmond's cranium, its twin on Ricky's. "Mm, shit!" she gasped, then blushed at having uttered profanity. Her eyes briefly darted around as if she expected dad to round the corner, ready to censure her for upwards of twenty minutes - or until she pooched her lip, sniffled, and gave him the doe eyes.

"Like that, baby? Do you?" Ricky grinned enormously. His fingers dug into her lips, forcing them wider, causing Penny pleasurable pain. It all evened out from his slobbering slurps. Desmond's stroking tongue on the delicate but far less erogenous bud of her anus added to the bliss in its limited way, but Ricky was the star of the show.

"Yes, ye-e-es," Penny crooned, just beginning to feel the familiar loss of control that came with a good orgasm. It was not upon her yet, but she felt it nipping at her heels like a beast, ready to wolf her down in one gulp. A whimper squeaked past her lips. She rested her weight entirely on Ricky's head. "Ooh. Oh, gosh," she said between hungry gulps for air. "So good, horsey."

Ricky ate up her pussy and rapturous cries in equal measure. His tongue was too thick, too clumsy to slide very far into her but the combined satisfaction of skillful cunnilingus and her very first rimjob left her growing body overwhelmed with stimuli. The only thing she would have liked more was to have her nipples twiddled and licked, and she hated that her disguise made that impossible.

Desmond and Ricky threw themselves into their work, driven by the girl's whimpers. Penny pushed Ricky with her hips, pulled him with her paws. Desmond packed his muzzle into the shallow cleft of her bottom. His tongue slopped time after time over her winking anus. Fingers roamed her legs, stroking, groping, rubbing; Desmond and Ricky both took their fill of the flawless girl's slim legs, taking in her youthful sinew with greedy digits, often overlapping the same furred flesh as if in competition.

"Ooh-hoo, gawd," whimpered the little brown bear. Her eyelids closed tight and her face contorted into a look of total sexual delight. Her legs, presently the playthings of both men and their greedy mitts, shook as if in terror. Her heart fluttered as climax ravaged her body, causing vaginal flesh to quiver and paws to cinch down tight on Ricky's head. Her orgasm was potent, and she unloaded a quick yet heavy squirt of musky liquid mostly around, but partly into Ricky's slavering yap. It rolled down his chin, soaked his shirt around the neck like a sweat ring brought on by hard work.

"Ricky, stop, stoppit," Penny said between greedy gulps for air. She pushed off of his head, pushing him back and pressing herself into Desmond's still-slobbering tongue. Desmond abruptly pulled back his snout and his head from under her draped skirt, looking very guilty about what he had done. Penny patted his head sweetly. To Ricky, who was wiping his lips on the back of his arm, she cooed, "You sure know how to eat a girl. Now lemme do something for you."

"I do what I can," Ricky said modestly. He helped the girl down from the crushed car, then leaned down and stole a kiss, transferring some of her delicate flavor onto her lips. It was far from the first time she had tasted herself on a man's breath. "Whatcha gonna do for me? You're good and all, but I don't think I'd fit in there."

"Desmond fits," Penny said, not looking back at the blushing foxcoon. "Here. I've always wanted to try this."

The skirt came off, and it became Desmond's duty to hold onto it like a man holding his wife's purse. Both fox and horse admired the girl's half-nude form, her shapely legs and pert bottom no less alluring now. She planted her paws on the crushed car, looked slyly at Desmond, and winked. To Ricky she purred, "C'mon. Put it in."

Ricky laughed coyly. His hands busied themselves stroking his fat equine phallus, needlessly fluffing his stiff meat. "If you say so, but-."

"Not the pussy," Penny cut in. Quickly and with a pang of urgency, "And not my butthole, either!"

Desmond frowned as realization set in. "Hey, you said you'd let me have your thighs first."

"I say a lot of things," the sassy bear replied. "Sniff my skirt and play with your little dick. The grown-ups are busy right now."

The horse snickered. "This bitch is really fun, dude." He bumped his flared cockhead to the bear's pursed thighs, their inside fur slippery from her orgasm. A slow push gave him ingress, forcing open her legs. His fingers closed around her hips and he held her still, doing the work for himself. "Mm. God. That feels a lot better than I thought it would..."

"Same for me," Penny said, beginning to smile at Desmond. The top of Ricky's penis dragged sultrily across her pussy, the nerves of which were still electrified from climax. "Mmm, Desmond, you gonna jerk off or what?"

Desmond stared at Penny and began to masturbate. His self-abuse was slow at first, almost mechanical, but it was difficult to masturbate out of spite. He began to enjoy himself, but limply held the skirt at his side.

Penny, jostling with Ricky's smooth thighfucking, batted her eyelashes at Desmond amorously. "Aren't you gonna sniff that?" she asked him. "I thought you loved the smell of my little pussy. Pretty sure that's what you said before."

"You're horrible," Desmond groused, raising the skirt to his nose. It took a moment for him to locate the front, but when he did, he pressed its inside to his nostrils and inhaled like an urchin sucking paint fumes off a rag. Penny's musk was thin, almost incidental from the lack of intimate contact between the skirt and her young box, but it was there. His keen nose picked up on the scent and it worked its magic in his needful male mind. His masturbation grew more desperate, and Penny smiled craftily.

"Gawd, Ricky. You sure do love my thi-i-ighs," said Penny with a croon. The stub of her tail wriggled. "You gonna cum for me?"

"Ooh yeah, you fuckin' bet," he affirmed. His smile was gone, in its place an expression of concentration - and immense lust. "Christ, girl, there's something about you feels so wrong." That hung in the air, amusing Penny greatly. Desmond was lost in his snuffling of Penny's skirt. Precum ran through his fingers like droplets of rain. "Yeah, just feels wrong, but good. Fucking love screwing girls who cheat on their guys."

Penny cupped her muzzle and giggled sedately. "Mhm, yeah. That's what makes it feel so wrong. Hurry up, Ricky."

Ricky was already hurrying. His thrusts were quick, smooth, a little unsteady. Thigh sex was as new to him as it was to Penny, but the motions were the same despite his somewhat crouched stance. His balls swatted the backs of her knees and caused a repetitive, muffled report. Each time he pulled back, the flare of his penis caught between her supple legs and he was milked by the squeeze. Fantastic wads of precum slopped from his cock's slit, splattering into the thirsty dirt beneath.

The girl was not entirely passive as Ricky made use of her legs. She tightened them as she saw fit, yet otherwise left the work up to him. It seemed fair to her that the horse should be the one doing all the work; she was doing her part simply by being there, gracing him with her presence.

She looked at Desmond, found him doubled-over and jerking off briskly. He looked like a junkie furiously snorting the last of his stash. Knowing she had such an effect on the foxcoon was a very special pleasure. Desmond was her favorite out of dozens of partners. "You better hurry up and cum, Desmond," she said. "I want that skirt back when Ricky's done."

"Just-, about there," Desmond struggled to say.

"Jesus, these fucking thighs," Ricky bleated. He unhanded Penny to grab fistfuls of the cubed car like she did. He humped away, taking full advantage of the support the car gave, fucking her youthful thighs as vigorously as he would a proper fuckhole. Penny thought it was a shame that she was simply too small for that kind of cock.

Ricky's hand reaching for the false advertising in her shirt caused her to flinch and smack it back. "Nobody touches those." She was flustered, frowning. "Hurry up, both of you."

Desmond needed no prodding. He grunted like a wounded animal and shot his tiny slop onto the uneven ground. Penny watched, regaining her grin. Desmond was always adorable when he came. "Good, really good," she purred, barely loud enough for either of them to hear.

The stallion's girlyboy hips smacked Penny's immature backside a few more times. His motions were growing clumsy and mechanical, as if he were a robot on the verge of seizing. He winced, bared his teeth, gripped the car for support. One last time, he bottomed out in her thighs. Had his cock been inside of her, it would have been somewhere around her liver. The sheer size of his throbbing meat was not lost on Penny, whose eyes became glued to the flared head. It appeared to breathe rather than throb, and she reverently cupped its swell. One reason she did so was simply to touch it again; the other was to point it down. She did not want to ruin her favorite shirt with semen stains.

"Ooh, gawd," Ricky said, voice was almost a whimper. His two-toned hair dangled in his eyes, heavy with sweat. Penny's thighs gripped his prick, pinching it tight, but not tightly enough to stop the flood of his climax. Fat ropes slopped from his twitching cock, splattering the the little white Prius which the cube had once been.

Penny groped his cockhead, massaging it as he climaxed. A grin had fixed itself on her snout. Her fantasy was short but quite vivid: herself as the owner of the cock. It was silly, but hard to resist with so much swollen meat jutting from between her thighs. Its black flesh pulsated against the tender lips of her vulva, adding tangible pleasure to the quick story in her head. It was over when Ricky said, "Shit, that was good. Lo-o-ove me some shortstacks."

Penny watched Ricky's cock draw back, felt his hard, thin, sweaty body pull away from hers. She stood smoothly and ignored Desmond, who watched her guiltily with his small, flaccid cock still out. She wheeled on Ricky and pulled him down for another smooch. "Is that what I am?" she quietly asked, her tone sweet. "I thought I was just a pretty little girl."

Ricky grinned. "You're definitely that, yeah. Just a fine piece of ass, too." He demonstrated his point with a pat on her ass. "How come I can't play with those cute titties, though?"

"Ricky, shut up," Desmond pleaded.

She warned the fox, "Desmond, be nice." Smiling at Ricky, disarming him with her gentle face in the pale, fuzzy moonlight, Penny stroked Ricky's long snout. "You wanna know why? I'll tell you, but it's a big secret."

"Tell me, tell me. I'm good at keeping secrets."

"Okay, but first!" She reached into her shirt, pulled out the wadded toilet paper, and handed it to a suddenly dumbfounded Ricky. "Clean up your dick. These should do fine."

The little bear smooched his cheek, sauntered over to Desmond, and took back her skirt. "Thanks for keeping it safe," she said to the foxcoon, and gave him a smooch too. She buttoned up her skirt as she walked off.

"Dude." Ricky stared into the paper. "Dude, what the fuck. Tell me she's fuckin' with me. Tell me she's not-."

"She is," Desmond soberly replied. "Ten. Ten years old." He pulled up his shorts. "She got me a few weeks ago. And now she owns you, too."

The stallion shook his head. "Dude. Du-u-ude. Not fucking cool. Not cool at all." He cleaned his cock, wiping off the congealing spunk. For a moment he thought of what to do with the paper, then simply dropped it. Jizz napkins seemed pretty benign in a scrapyard full of dead cars leaking fluids into the soil. "Desmond... man."

Ricky pulled up his jeans, then slid his arms around Desmond in a loose but needful hug. "Goddamn, Desmond," he muttered. "So what happens now?"

"Well," Desmond paused and considered, "now she'll want you to babysit her, so her parents will pay you twenty bucks to watch her when they go out."

The horse considered this too. "Huh. That sounds pretty awesome, actually."