Jake meets the rake (part 1)
#1 of Once upon an eighteenth.
Here we go again.
Here's another story. Expect diapers and bestiality of some form. Feel free to suggest kinks, but if you really want something written personally for you, a story comission could be discussed.
This first bit's introduction, Go to the other parts for the yiff.
Enjoy.
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Jake slumped back into the cushion of the beanbag chair in front of his television. Strewn across the floor lay birthday cards stripped of checks and cash assets. Together they numbered around four, or even five dollars less than a single game for the white block that sat beside his television. Sighing, the wolf found his gaze straying out the window and over the rooftops to the starry night arranged before a full moon.
Jake looked upon the North star and then closed his eyes, making a wish. His paws clenched together, and he whispered. "I'm eighteen, but I've never gotten close to a girl... I wish I could get laid."
Surly sat back on the rooftop of her appartment taking in the warm night's breeze as she skimmed a list on the screen of her tablet. She finally found one name highlighted. "Today's your lucky day, Jake Vanderdonk." According to her spreadsheet Jake had just turned eighteen, and his math teacher had a cold.
"Mrs. Hornblubber has a nasty old cold, students, so I'll be your substitute teacher. Any questions, class?" Surly grinned to the classroom, as expected.
A bunny in the back raised his paw. "Yeah. Are they real?"
The skunk took about three seconds to issue the bunny a prewritten detention. "I've got one of these written up for each of you. It's actually no problem for me to hand these out like candy. Now, students, I do hope you all are familiar with sustained silent reading. If you're not, you're welcome to as many of these forms as you'd like."
Forty-eight minutes passed and the bell rang. Out of the shuffling students, Surly stopped one with a gentle pat. "Share this with no one, and come alone, kiddo." The note she'd handed him simple showed the address of her appartment. She'd be waiting for him there.
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Jake couldn't tell whether he was jumpier than his tail, but either way he found himself twitching every few steps as he made his way to the address his sub gave him. The address led to an appartment complex downtown, but apparently he'd been expected. Surly stood at the door. "Come on up." With that the skunkess began her way up a staircase to her appartment.
In silence Jake followed, stopping only once the door to her humble abode closed behind him. The livingroom was a lot bigger than he thought, and it had a couple hallways jutting off from it. "Why did you take me here?"
Surly blew a kiss to Jake. "You already know why you're here, you just don't believe it yet." With that she lured him down the hallway and into a door, where a plush carpet and round bed dominated the room's otherwise bland decor. Surly made a show of hopping onto the bed, accidentally slipping as she did so. The skunkess was dressed in a mini skirt and tight tank top. Any movement towards being horizontal showwed off her black panties. "Come on, baby, hop on."
Jake did as he was told, stepping slowly to the bed and gently settling himself beside her. "Like this?" The feline sat, toes fidgeting, paws folded together, and his general form bent forward a bit.
"No, but close. Have you ever... you know..." Surly winked.
"With a girl? Uh... yeah! A bunch!" Jake dug himself a hole, which was better than a bruised ego as far as he saw it. Confidence got the chicks, right?
"Don't worry, honey, I'll show you what it's like, but I need one favor of you." Surly's paw rested on Jake's leg, gripping his thigh through his jeans firmly.
"W-what is it?"
"Just some trivial paperwork, I need you to excuse yourself from school for the next two days. Then there's the weekend." Surly flopped some papers down and began to slide her tanktop off. The boy couldn't resist the view, and there was no way he was going to miss this for school. His name was scratched into the papers, and then he relaxed for the show.
Surly let her tanktop glide to the floor, her breasts swaying free and unhindered by the tight tanktop that once squeezed them tightly together. The pert tips of her nipples showed pink against her black fur. Her bushy tail swished left and right as she put the paperwork aside and pushed Jack onto the bed, pulling his shirt off. The boy sat still as she removed his pants, shoes, and socks. He didn't put up much of a fight when she pulled his underwear down, either.
It was then, when Jack felt the paw move down to grope his stirring manhood, that he was suddenly jolted to alertness by a wet rag pressed against his muzzle. His world went black.