The Wanderers
A young man leads his little sister into a small town, attempting to escape her dark past.
The pair walked into town at a solemn but determined pace - Foxes, similar in many ways. Their family resemblance was obvious between them, even though they were separated by ten years at least; both had long, blonde hair that dangled down to the smalls of their backs, and they both had a prominent snout that gave their faces distinct character, as did the set of their eyes that matched their pace.
Dust and dirt mingled with the foxes' fur, turning the soft, light orange to a burnt orange that would be more at home in the seventies, and the white beneath their chin to a grey. Any car that passed kicked up dust that made them squint their eyes, hold their breath, and added another layer of grime to their fur, but luckily it wasn't a busy road.
The girl, like her brother, was tall for her age, and lanky, her long arms and legs complimenting her slender, flat body. Judging from her appearance, she was about twelve. Her brother, though stick-like, also had taut muscles on his arms and legs, and callused paws from hard work. They both wore raggedy clothes, and a backpack each, filled with their only worldly possessions.
The road, once surrounded by farmland, gradually turned to homes, and then shops, and as the sun slid towards the horizon, they stepped foot on the corner of Tender Avenue and Kindly Street, the main road of the town. The young man pointed to the street signs and shook his head with a grin. The girl raised an eyebrow and shrugged.
They walked down Kindly, facing the setting sun, and came to a stop in front of a bar, named by a glowing, blue neon sign simply as 'bar'. The young man patted the girl on the back, then opened the door and stepped inside.
A haze of clatter and conversation washed over the older fur's senses, the smell of meat on the grill in the kitchens, the stink of despair and booze on the patrons. Some were chatting merrily, others sitting alone in a crowd. Only one boozer at the bar paid the newcomer any sort of attention, and that was only in the form of a glance.
The young fox made his way to the bar, nodding at a pretty young waitress who smiled at him as she handed out drinks. He sat down on an empty stool between what seemed like farmers from their clothing, and moles from their snouts. The bartender - a small, weak looking grey wolf - wandered up to him from behind the bar, and nodded politely.
"What can I get for you, sir?" His voice was almost as weak looking as he was, and only made eye contact for a brief second, as that was his quota, and drew them back to the scratched but polished bar.
The fox cleared his throat. "A big glass of water, and a small glass of beer, please."
The bartender nodded. "Right away."
Two glasses were filled from the same hose, and the bartender pushed them towards him. "Two bucks."
Both eyebrows were raised in surprise at the low pricing. The young fox dug into his pockets and produced the grubby bills. The bartender took them, and watched - curious - as the newcomer downed the water in a few swift gulps, then picked up the beer and sipped on it.
"So..." said the wolf, nervously, "I've never seen you come in here before."
The fox shrugged. "Just wandered in. Lookin' for work if you got it."
The wolf shook his head. "Sorry," he said, seeming genuinely sorry, "I filled the last position here about a year ago. Better than farming, you know?" He smiled, then looked nervously to the two moles surrounding the fox, but they didn't seem to notice. "My... uh... My name is Rolf," he said, extending his paw.
The fox raised his eyebrow, an echo of his sister's earlier gesture. "Rolf the Wolf?" He took Rolf's paw and shook it firmly, almost crushing it.
Rolf took his paw back and rubbed it under the bar, hoping the fox or moles wouldn't notice. "My mom had a weird sense of humor. My brothers are Tolf, Holf, and Volf." Rolf smiled nervously, and they shared a chuckle.
"My name is Jared." He took a sip of his beer. "Me and my sister just came in to town, like I said. You know of anyone looking for work? I can do a bit of everything... pluming, tractor repair, hay bailing..."
The mole to Jared's left grunted. "Bailey is lookin' for a lad to chuck some bales. Bailey's a cheap bastard, though."
The mole to Jared's right grunted back. "I heard that, Denny. I'll have you know your wife's cheap, too! A bargain at twice the price!" Bailey made a lewd gesture with his pelvis, and Denny gave him the middle claw. Bailey ignored it. "So," the mole said, patting Jared on the back with a force that pushed his breath out, "Need some work? I'll work ya hard, and I'll make the pay better if I can work yer sister harder." The mole let out a drunken guffaw, patting Jared on the back again and again.
"My -" Jared began, each word spat out between the harsh pats, "Sister- is- twelve."
The patting and laughter stopped, and Bailey sobered up a little. "Oh... um... sorry... Yah, I can give you some work. I don't know if it'll be enough for a place to stay, though."
Jared chuckled, relieved that the man didn't still want to have sex with his sister. "Well, we're used to sleeping under the stars. All we need is enough to eat and maybe buy some new shoes before we hit the next town."
Rolf and Bailey both looked down at Jared's raggedy-assed sneakers, Rolf having to lean over the counter. There were holes in the toes, and Jared's dull and dirty claws poked out.
"Well," said Rolf, meekly, "There's a room in the back of the bar no one is using. Usually it's for when the owner's wife gets mad at him, and he needs a place to stay, but lately he's been reading some relationship books, and I think they're helping, 'cause I haven't seen him in there in a while, and I think he ordered some sex for dummies books, too, 'cause Mrs. Quenn seems a whole lot-"
"OY! JABBERMOUTH," Denny yelled, "Put a cork in it." He started muttering "kid is silent all the time, meak as a kitten, and then once you start him up he just won't shut the hell up." He continued on, but the rest was unintelligible.
Rolf shut his lips tightly, blushing under his fur.
"You mean we can use it," Jared asked, hopeful.
Rolf nodded. He hesitated before speaking, with a glance to the mole. "I'll have to clear it with the owner," he said, almost at a whisper, "but, yah, it should be cool."
Jared smiled warmly, reaching out to shake the wolf's paw once more, this time in gratitude. "Thanks."
The young girl sighed as her brother disappeared behind the door, a gust of wind carrying the scent of sizzling burgers forced out into the street as it closed. She ran a finger through her long, straight hair, wincing as it was caught on a knot, and walked on.
As the street wore on, the shops began to peter out, and the second shop to the last was a mini-mart. The paint on the large wooden letters nailed to the front was chipped and peeling, and a letter was missing entirely, so the shop was labeled 'Kwik St p'. In the small alley between the Kwik-St p, there were a pawful of teens chattering. She walked put on her best smile, and stood beside a horse laughing as he talked. All the teens became aware of her, except the horse she stood beside, who was embroiled in his story.
"And so, hahahahahhahhaha, this guy took his dick, and he put it in this old vacuum cleaner tube, right? Hahaha, and, and, it was the kind that... that... what?" He looked to where they were all staring, right beside his left elbow. The young girl smiled and waved at him.
"What was with that vacuum," she asked, cheerily.
The horse looked embarrassed, and looked to his friends - a cat, a crow, another horse, and a coyote, all young men, except the crow - and got no answers. "um... it... it had this motorized blender thing in the tube to... break down... um... does someone have a little sister I don't know of?"
The group shrugged, shook their heads, or simply said no.
"So... who are you?" The horse was unsure how to handle this situation.
"I'm Jennifer, but I like it when people call me Jenny."
They waited for more, but that seemed to be it.
"What are you doing here, Jenny?" asked the crow, not cruelly, but not kindly, either. It was a slow, cautious inquiry.
"My brother is in the bar, and I was kinda bored. Why did that guy put his penis in the vacuum if there was a blender thing inside?"
The horse whinnied with embarrassment. "Um... I don't think... I don't think he knew it was there."
"Oh," she said, simply.
The cat squatted down to be at more her level, and asked, kindly, "Jenny, are you lost?"
"Always," she replied, and giggled. This drew puzzled looks from the teens.
"Well, there's only a couple a bars in town, why don't we take you there to look for your brother?"
The young fox shook her head. "No, I know where he is."
"Oh," said the cat, baffled.
"Um," said the coyote, "my little brother, um, and his friends, they all play at the playground behind the school, and, um... I think they wouldn't mind another playmate."
"Um," said the second horse, mockingly.
"Shut up, Lance," The coyote shot back.
At the mention of a playground, Jenny's eyes lit up. "Oh! Where?"
"It's down the street a ways," said the crow. "Did you happen to see Tender Avenue?"
"I came in on it."
"Okay, go down Kindly, past Tender, and you'll see a street named Sweet Street. Just follow Sweet Street until you see the school."
"Why are all the names so weird," asked Jenny.
"The older folks," the first horse began.
"Wrinkled old farts," said Lance.
"Hey," interrupted the cat, "Be politically correct. It's the Smoothness Impaired."
The horse shook his head, ignoring his friend. "The old folks thought it would bring in more tourists from the highway. Used to be all the streets were named after old generals. Kindly used to be called Killington Street."
The coyote scoffed. "Sucks that they changed it. I feel like breaking something every time I see the street signs."
The crow patted him on the shoulder. "Awww, we wouldn't want some little ol' street signs making an affront to your masculinity, now would we?"
The coyote opened his mouth, as if make a retort, but stopped suddenly.
"Here," said the crow, "Why don't I take you. There's a lot of wrinkled folks out there what lost their mind to age."
"Smoothness impaired," moaned the cat, trying desperately to get someone to notice his cleverness.
The crow didn't seem to notice, or care. "They might try to do nasty things to such a sweet thing like you." She extended her wing, and Jenny took a feather in her paw."
Jenny cocked her head to the side, and raised an eyebrow.
"Um, I'll come, too," said the coyote, and from his eagerness, Jenny figured he had a crush on the crow.
"My name's Cindy," said the crow as the three walked out of the alley, "and this is Jack."
The coyote gave a nervous little wave from the other side of the crow.
"Okay," Rolf the wolf said, spreading his arms as if he were a king showing off his kingdom, "This is it." It was a small, narrow room, barely big enough to fit two people, let alone the cases of beer stacked in the corner. There was a cot in the other corner, with warm, comfortable looking blankets and a fluffy pillow. On the other side of the room, there was a small shower stocked with soap and shampoo, barely visible through the hazy glass of the door. A single, uncovered light burned brightly from high up on the wall, next to the door, and a small rectangular window near the ceiling let in what little light there was from the fading day. Jared grimaced at the porno magazines spilling out from under the bed; they would have to be hidden before Jenny came in.
"Now, the owner says you can stay here for five bucks a day, so long as you don't steal anything, and feel free to use the shower." Rolf grinned and patted Jared on the back, raising a cloud of dust. "No offense, but you probably should take him up on that offer. The day hasn't been kind to your fur. I know, once, when I was workin' on my dad's farm, I got so dirty I had to shower three times before all the dust got out."
Jared had noticed Rolf's soft, sleek, healthy looking fur.
"I take great pride on how clean I am in such a crap town as this, but, some how, I still can't get laid for the life of me. I was thinking of moving to the city, but it's so expensive there, and I'd never find work," Rolf was yammering again. Somehow Jared didn't think that the wolf was talking to him any more, but, rather, at him.
He took in a deep breath, noting how clean and cold the air was compared to outside or the bar, and listened politely as Rolf continued on.
"And Sheena, that's the pretty young thing serving drinks out there, she said that her cousin had to give pawjobs in the back of alleys to make ends meet, but I think she just-"
"I CAN HEAR YOU JABBERIN' FROM HERE," Denny shouted from the bar, "SHUT IT!"
Rolf shut his mouth and hung his head, ashamed his tongue got the better of him.
"It's perfect," said Jared, meaning the room. "Only five bucks a night? That's great."
The wolf nodded, keeping his mouth firmly shut.
"Well, if you don't mind, I was gonna take you up on that offer of a shower."
Rolf nodded again, and waved his silent goodbye. Jared smiled and shut the door behind the wolf as he left. He let out a sigh, and tossed his bag to the other side of the room, which wasn't a far journey at all. He pulled his dusty shirt off and tossed it on the floor, followed by his pants and underwear, which were also dusty. He dared to sniff himself, and immediately regretted it.
"Rolf told me you might want to know where the-" said the waitress, poking her head in, and stopping as Jared turned around in the middle of a surprised jump, and she was faced fully with his naked body. He immediately covered himself with his paws, and she looked to the ground, but it was too late - she had taken in an eyeful.
"I'm sorry," she said, smiling bashfully, "I didn't mean to - I - um... You can use washer and dryer in the next room, if you want."
"Uh." said Jared," Thanks."
"My name is Sheena, by the way." She extended her paw through the door, taking a quick, shy peek to see what Jared had uncovered when he shook her paw.
"Jared," he replied, and quickly let go to cover himself again.
"Well," she said, "okay. That's it." She slowly retracted her head through the door. "If you need anything, just holler, and, um... I'm sorry"
"It's okay," he said.
"Bye," she called as the door closed.
"Bye," said Jared, to the bare wood of the door.
He looked down, to make sure he had covered himself properly, replaying the embarrassing event in his mind. He didn't noticed in the moment due to embarrassment, but she was a leopard, which was quite unusual for this kind of rural area. He grinned to himself as he realized she was intentionally trying to get him to uncover himself when she shook his paw.
He turned on the water in the shower, and stuck his paw in the stream, waiting for it to warm up. He sighed as he remembered how good running water felt - how good it was to have a shower, a bathroom, a bedroom a house, a steady place to live - and, not for the first time, felt a pang of homesickness. But, as usual, other feelings lined into place as soon as that one hit, and he remembered why he had taken his sister away from all that.
Cubs crawled over the vast play structure like ants on a mint dropped on the floor. Jenny's wide eyes sparkled with wonder at the huge, sprawling playground. It was all made of wood, and cut to look like a castle, at some points three stories high. There were tubes for talking to people all over the playground, and bridges linking structures made to look like ships, airplanes, and cars. Everything was connected - a haven for those who played games like Lava Monster. Small, smooth gravel crunched under her torn and dusty shoes as she reverently approached the structure, as a crusader would the Holy Grail.
"Oy! Timmy! Over here," called the coyote.
A young coyote, eleven or twelve, came shooting out of one of the many slides, and called back, "It en't dark yet! Mum said I didn't have to come home until sunset!"
The other kids didn't pay any attention to the shouting - they all go through the same thing, almost nightly.
"You don't have to come home, you goober, just come over here for a second."
The boy shrugged and dashed over, little rocks spraying away from his bare paws.
"Where are your shoes," asked Jack.
"The kids an' I are playin' Shoe-Thief."
It sounded like the best game ever, to Jenny, and she didn't even know how to play. Her footpaws longed to be rid of her shoes.
"If mum finds out you lost your shoes again, she's gonna pitch a fit."
Cindy grinned and stayed out of the conversation. She was enjoying the show.
"Well, mum says if she finds another nudie mag under your bed again, she's gonna chop off your willy!"
Cindy let out a guffaw, and Jenny had to cough to suppress her snigger.
"Hey," Jack shouted, and aimed a half-hearted kick at Timmy, who easily dodged it. "Little brat. Listen, this is, um, Jenny. She's new in town, and, um, I want you to make her feel welcome, okay?"
Timmy looked over at Jenny and returned her wave. "Are you sure you don't want to get rid of her so you can be alone with Cindy?" He made kissy faces, and dodged another kick. "Don't think I don't know about that picture you have of her in her underwear."
Jack's eyes bugged out and he aimed a more earnest kick at his brother, who giggled and dodged again. "Get out of here," he barked, kicking gravel at his brother.
"Come on," he said, waving Jenny over, "I'll teach you how to play Shoe-Thief."
Jenny grinned with glee as she followed the young coyote.
"A picture of me in my underwear," said Cindy, accusingly.
"Um, well," said Jack, hating whatever karmic forces were responsible for giving him a chance to be alone with the girl of his affections, and then poisoning it with his little brother. "Um..."
"So, here's what you do," said Timmy, leading Jenny into what now was turning out to be a labyrinth made of wood and fun. "You take off your shoes, and hide them somewhere. Then you go looking for other people's shoes. If you find some, you can only take one, and you bring it back to your shoes. The person with the most shoes when the first kid has to go home wins."
"Don't you get splinters," she asked, looking down at the wood beneath her now bare paws.
"Nah, it's pretty smooth. Feels good against the footpads, but don't try to turn too fast, or you'll slip."
She took a few testing steps, and loved the feel of her foot-pads sliding along the smooth wood. She imagined her self gliding through the structure, like a figure-skater on ice.
"Come on, I'll show you a good place to hide your shoes." He crawled up a platform, and into a shaft that led to another floor. He led her through a complex maze of stairs, bridges, tunnels, slides, and a set of monkey-bars before they found themselves inside what was made to look like an old sailing ship. It was near the back of the playground, and the only entrance was a trapdoor in the ceiling. It was dark, but the wooden walls felt comfortable and warm, like they were hugging her.
"Jimmy doesn't like to come in here, 'cause he's closet-phobic, and Rachael is afraid of it 'cause she thought she saw the boogey-shark in here."
Jenny smiled and kissed him - a quick peck on the lips.
"I, um, uh, um..." he stammered, but Jenny kissed him again, longer this time, her lips pressed against his. He fidgeted, not knowing what to do, but she wrapped her arms around his waist and pulled him in close.
"Have you ever had sex before," she asked, grabbing his paw and forcing it between her thighs.
"Uh, um, yah," he said, lying through his teeth, "Lots." He felt stupid, his paw just sitting there between her legs. It was warm there, almost hot.
She impatiently unzipped her pants, and slid them down, exposing her pink cotton panties - brand new, only because Jared gave up sewing the last pair back together. She grabbed his paw again and put it between her thighs, guiding his fingers, making them rub her young cunny through her panties. She gasped with satisfaction, and, when she was sure he could maintain the rubbing on his own, she unbuttoned his pants, pushing her paws down them and grabbing at his boy-cock. It was partially erect, but as soon as she touched it, it sprang up to full force in her paw, making her giggle. She kissed him again, squeezing his paw between her thighs, her panties damp with her juices.
She stopped him, taking his paw away from her and raised it to her nose, sniffing it, then licked each finger clean. Timmy grimaced, obviously a little grossed out by that, but also hypnotized by her actions. Then she kneeled down on the smooth wood, taking his pants and tighty-whiteys down with her. He stood there awkwardly as she looked over him, enjoying the sight of his naked lower-half. She gave the tip of his dick a kiss, and he took in a deep breath sharply. She licked his shaft slowly, and he shuddered as he let out the breath. Then she put her mouth around the tip, clamping down slightly with her lips. Her tongue slowly rolled over the tip, and Timmy moaned. She slid her lips down his shaft, slowly licking it as it further disappeared in her eager mouth. Her bright eyes looked up at him in the gloom, and she murred and smiled around his cock, glad to see his surprised, happy expression.
He suppressed a small giggle. "It tickles," he said, for some reason feeling that he owed her a comment.
She leaned back and wiped the drool off the corner of her mouth, then took off her panties, the crotch wedged between her young folds, sticky with her juices.
"Lay on top of me," she commanded, beckoning him to her with a finger. He complied, with a slight error. "No, no, no, facing me," she said to the back of his head. His ears twitched with humiliation as he turned around, his face inches from her. He noticed every detail of her face - her fur was slightly coarse, needing a good washing; her teeth, while sharp, were in need of a brushing or two; her eyes were the loveliest shade of green he's ever seen, darting back and forth, no doubt noticing every detail of his face, as well. Her smile was mischievous and genuine.
"Now what," he asked eager for more.
"Stick your penis in my..." she got embarrassed at having to say the word.
In the distance, muffled by the thick timbers of the ship, another cub could be heard playfully yelling, "Shoe-Theif!" Timmy suddenly got a case of cold feet, afraid of getting caught, and remembering half-heard conversations and tidbits from TV. "Can't you get sick from doing this? I heard that you could."
Jenny was taken off guard. She hadn't heard that, so she shook her head. "Just... just put it in. It's what you do when you really like someone."
Timmy nodded. He had just met her fifteen minutes ago, but she was so cute, and he liked her a lot already. His mind was filled with fuzz, and the heat coming from her was making him feel hot, as well. With a deep breath, swallowing his apprehension, he reached down and guided the tip of his boy-cock to her young cunny. He made his first pelvic thrust towards manhood, unfortunately trying to penetrate her urethra.
"Ithoughtyoumightneedsometowels," Sheena blurted out, once again catching an eyeful of Jared naked. She held out the fluffy white towels like a city-girl would hold a bag of manure - at arms length, her head turned to the side, eyes clenched tight; the only difference was that rather than trying to suppress vomit, she was trying to suppress a smile.
Jared blushed, this time making sure to wrap his tail around himself, the damp, clinging fur hiding his important bits. He took the towels and hurriedly unfolded one, dumping the rest on the floor in his haste.
"You've seen me naked twice, now. I'm beginning to think you're doing this on purpose," he said, chuckling nervously.
"Nope, not," she lied. The first time was an accident, but the second she had hovered outside the door, waiting for the sound of water rushing through the pipes to end.
Jared picked up the other towels, tossing one on the bed while he used the other to dry the rest of his fur out. Now that she had time to gaze, she started to adore the way his muscles rippled under his fur, and now that he was clean, she really liked the color of his fur. And for some reason, the length of his hair reminded her of the length of something else, and it made her loins ache. He was such a pitiable creature as he sat down on the bed, letting out a sigh, as though it was the first time he's sat down in years. The fact that wasn't staring at her - mentally undressing her - enticed her even further.
"So," she ventured, closing the door behind her, "what brings you to our little corner of the world?"
"Corner? I thought it was the middle."
"Middle?"
"Of nowhere."
She giggled. "Can't it be both?"
Jared nodded. "I guess it can. Here," he said, folding the last clean towel and putting it by the bed, "have a seat."
She obliged, straightening out her skirt before sitting down next to him. The entire time Rolf was on the phone with the bar's owner, he'd been trying not to stare at her; only catch glimpses. Her fur was a pale gold, spotted with black. Her hair was brown, pulled back in a ponytail, and her smile was warm and friendly, but the part he noticed most - what he was trying so desperately not to stare at - were her supple legs, long and slender. For some reason, the way she crossed her ankles, tucked under the bed, drove him crazy. He found it absolutely endearing.
Remembering himself, he nervously cleared his throat. "So..." he wanted to ask her what a cheetah was doing in this part of the country - continent, even - but the subject of species could be very taboo to some people. His 'so' was left hanging, lost, confused, lonely.
"So," she picked it up for him, "what brings you here?"
"Uh..." he scratched the bridge of his muzzle bashfully, unable to look her in the eye, "Well, we came from Janson down the highway. Saw this place and decided it would be a good place to find work." He silently cursed himself for using 'place' twice in the same sentence like that.
"Well, I'd say you picked the right place. Why are you two wanderin' around?"
"Um... That... That's kinda personal," he said meekly.
"Oh." If he took that to mean she was offended, that would be fine with her.
"I just... I don't like to think about it. And the less I tell anyone, the less Jenny is going to be reminded about it. Not that she needs to be, but..."
"Jenny?" She hoped her tone was questioning without being too rude.
"Oh, my sister. She, uh, she probably found the nearest group of kids and made herself new friends. She's good at doing that."
Sheena smiled, putting her arm around the fox. "If she's anything like you, she's fantastic at making new friends."
Jared blushed and looked away. "Thanks, haha."
There was a moment of shared awkward silence.
"So, how old is your sister?"
"Twelve. Just turned a couple weeks ago." He chuckled, "I had to get her tampons for her present." Mentally slapping himself, he continued on, hating himself for being so bumbling around this woman. "But don't tell her I told you that. She would be so angry with me. Haha, it was all I could afford, really, well, that and a cupcake with a candle, but... I'm going to stop talking...
Sheena giggled. "Awww, it's sweet. A little too informative, but sweet."
"So, what about you? What is a smart, pretty girl like you doing in a town this small?"
Sheena sighed and shook her head. "I couldn't get money for college, and... you'd want to stay here, if you heard what my sister has to do to make it in the city... but apparently she likes it there... I've been saving up, thought I might take a few classes, but, I don't even know what I want to do there. You know, you grow up thinking that you'd have everything magically figured out when you hit a certain age, and... well... no magic yet."
Jared nodded, his attention drifting to her arm that was still around his shoulder. Her fingers were digging under his fur, nestling down on his shoulder, touching his skin. Something about it - about her, as well - made him his mind go blank. He leaned over and kissed her, on the lips.
After a few moments, they parted. He had kissed her, but she was kissing back, and her tongue was in his mouth for just a second, and it tasted of stale peanuts and something else.
"Well," she said, looking down his chest to his lap, the folds of the blanket now raised in to what very well might have been - and was - the beginnings of an erection, "that was certainly... Forward," she concluded, wanting to say, "Magical."
"I..I... I'm sorry," he said, pulling away slightly, wondering how his arm had snaked itself around her. "I shouldn't have... I mean... It's just..." Not wanting to draw attention to it, he slowly lowered his other arm to cover the bump in the towel.
"Don't worry about it," she said, trying not to notice his efforts in concealment out of politeness. "Sometimes the farmers get a little grabby around here. I'm just glad you didn't grab my ass and call me sweetcheeks."
Jared laughed, perhaps a bit harder than he wanted to. "The night is still young," He said, and winced as soon as he did.
"I'm sorry," Timmy moaned, rubbing his shoulder where Jenny had punched him. "I didn't know."
"Next time, be more careful," she grumbled, rubbing herself in a completely non-sexual way, trying to ease the pain, "and go lower. The one you tried was where my pee comes out."
"Ew," Timmy said, but then his heart fluttered when he realized she said, 'next time,' meaning there would be another chance. It was kinda weird, and it worried him that someone would see them doing it, but he liked the way it felt - the way she made him feel, the way she smelled, her fur, which, if you looked past the dirt and tangles, was soft and warm.
He caught his breath as she spread her legs again, exposing herself to him. "Try it again, okay? This time I'll help you."
He was going to protest, but she took hold of his cubhood, making his inner resolve turn to jelly, and his penis rock hard. She guided it gently between her legs, pressing it against herself. It was soft, yielding, and as his head was lead further in, sticky with moisture. Also, very, very warm. She let go and wrapped her legs around him, gently pulling him in. He stared in amazement as he watched his penis disappear inside of her young mound. He felt how warm it was, and how tightly she was wrapped around him. It was like a big, wet hug for his penis. It was good - great, fantastic, even - but he felt silly just laying there on top of her, with his willy in her hoo-haw. Was this all there was to sex?
She saw his nervousness, and licked the bottom of his muzzle. "You don't know what to do next, do you," she giggled.
He couldn't fathom what it was, and making something up on the spot seemed potentially disastrous. In shame, he hung his head and muttered, "no."
"That's okay," she said, wiggling her hips in a way that made Timmy shudder. "Just kinda... pull it out, but not all the way, then push it back in again. Like you're doing a push up, but without bending your arms."
He tried to comply, pushing himself up, hating how cold his member felt outside of her. He lowered himself, and she whimpered as his member delved in to her once more.
"I-I'm sorry! Did I hurt you?"
"No," she breathed, "it felt good. Do it some more."
"Are you sure this is okay," he asked, still worried that all of this was tremendously wrong somehow.
"It's okay," she said, slightly annoyed. "Me and my boyfriend used to do it all the time before we left home," she said. "Now do it faster," she commanded.
He complied, humping her faster as she moaned and whimpered under him. She smiled and kissed him every once in a while, but he couldn't keep from thinking that they were going to get in trouble, or sick, or both. And what was with the boyfriend comment?
She wrapped her legs around him, squeezing him and forcing him in deeper. His breath grew heavier with exertion, and she licked his muzzle, her pussy tightening and squeezing his cock. His knot formed, and she moaned with lust as he worked it in to her, working purely on instinct now.
Once inside, he closed his eyes tight and bared his teeth, letting out a quiet yell as he rutted her. He noted that she, to, was yelling, kissing his neck and the bottom of his muzzle. She let out a series of barks as he thrust in to her, his cock spurting out an explosion of hot seed inside her. She mewled out loud as she came, too, her stretched young puss milking his cock.
Exhausted, Timmy slumped down on top of her, his knot pulling on her cunny. She let out a breathy groan and smiled as she held him to her, patting his back. They lay like that, panting, catching their breath, holding each other and dozing off, until they heard a perturbed shout.
"Timmy! Time to go home! Don't make me come find you!"
Timmy's eyes shot open. His cock quickly went flaccid, like a deflating balloon, and fell out of Jenny's cubslit. He grimaced at the slimy mess between them, realizing that his fur was soaked with sweat and her juices, all combining in a slimy mess. Jenny giggled and took his underwear, giving him a quick wipe down.
There was a banging on the side of the ship. "Timmy, you in there?"
Jenny giggled again, smiling as Timmy pulled his pants up - being very careful not to catch any fur in the zipper - and stuffed his soiled underwear in his pocket. Jenny jumped up, still pantsless, and kissed his cheek. He blushed furiously, and climbed on to the deck of the ship, not sure what to say.
Jack nodded at him. "You look like a mess. Mom's gonna kill you."
Timmy's ears twitched, and he rubbed the back of his head.
"Where's that fox girl?"
Jenny popped her head out the deck-hatch, just out of Jack's view, shaking her head and putting her finger to her lips. Timmy could see she still was without pants, and his heart skipped a beat.
"She, uh... she left."
Jenny smiled and nodded.
"What?"
"She's not here?"
Jenny nodded and smiled.
"She went to find her brother," he continued.
Jack scratched behind his ears. "Well... okay, whatever. But if she turns up murdered, it's your head, not mine."
Timmy nodded, jumping down from the ship.
"Why are your underwear in your pocket," Jack asked.
"Why's your fly down," Timmy asked.
There was an odd pause as they watched each other.
"Touché," Jack said, then turned to head home.
Jenny had always prided herself on her flexibility, despite not being a cat, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't lick her own sex. Instead, she patiently waited on her side as another glob of Timmy's seed spilled out of her, rolling down to her inner thigh, where she eagerly lapped it up, her lips pressed to her fur, tongue licking and cleaning until she was sure her fur was free of every last hint of his seed. She repeated this process again and again, each lump of semen leaving a slimy, warm trail, until there was nothing left but a thin layer. She pressed a finger into her young sex and swizzled it around, scooping up Timmy's seed like it was frosting in a bowl, taking her finger out only to suck it clean and start anew.
_ He_ showed her how to do this - how to clean herself while he watched, making sure every last drop of his seed was gone. He loved it, and would murr happily as she lapped up every drop. It had been two years since she had last seen him, but she still did it after every time, loving the familiar taste of man mixed with her own juices. Some men watched her as she did it, eyebrows raised and stomachs turned. Others grew aroused again, and started the whole process again. Some joined in, cleaning her of their own seed. But none of them felt the same way as_ he_ had, and every time, she felt a confusing pang of despair.
She patted his shoulder, resisting the urge to kiss him again. She wanted nothing more than to reach down and grab his obvious erection, then straddle him and... well, do many things. But instead she patted his shoulder. "I think you'll like it here," she said. "And I think I'll like you being here. Not quite 'dark and mysterious,' but a good start."
He smiled at her. "Thanks?"
"And if you stay here long enough, we could probably get your sister put into the school. I know a couple of the teachers there. Really nice people."
He nodded as if it were a good idea, but knowing that they'd be gone before the summer ended, and that he didn't even have any sort of documentation for her. He hadn't planned that far ahead. "I would like that very much," he said, being as truthful as he could.
"Well," Sheena said, standing, "I should get back to work, and let you get dressed." She smiled and turned, flicking her tail behind her. "If you get hungry, let me know. I'll see what I can sneak in for you." With that, she gave him a wink and darted out the door.
Jared let out a sigh and stood, grabbing the towel and scrubbing the last bit of moisture out of his fur. It had been an eventful day, and he felt great to be clean once more. He sighed again, looking down at his still erect penis and counting the days since he last had an orgasm. Sitting down on the cot, he murred as he thought of Sheena's slightly perfumed scent, and the way her lips were so soft and warm on his own. He took his member in his paw and began to stroke, imagining the cheetah doing for free what her sister did for a living.
"OhsorryIthoughtyouwouldbedressedbecauseSheenawasinherebutIguessnotsoI'lljustleaveyoualoneuntillyourdonedon'tworryaboutit!"
Jared only caught a glimpse of Rolf as the wolf hurried out, shutting the door behind. He rolled his eyes. "Great," he said to himself, "by the time we get out of here, the whole town is going to see me naked."
It wasn't far from the truth.
"Oh, you don't have to leave," said Rolf. "Don't worry about it. It happens, you know? I walked in on the owner in there a couple of times, just going at it, and this one time my mom walked in on me trying to suck my own," he said, and stopped when Bailey let out an angry growl.
"Don't worry about it," said Jared, giving a wave. He felt slightly sullied by putting on his dirty old clothes after taking a shower, but he only had the one pair of jeans, so that's what he used. "I'm just going to find my sister. Is there a playground around here? They're like a magnet to her."
Rolf was subdued into a whisper. "Uh, yah, just go down past Tender until you get to Sweet Street. You should find it from there."
"What is with the street names," Jared asked.
Rolf shrugged and bobbed his head towards Bailey, "Old people."
"Did you make any new friends," Jared asked, his sister's hand in his. She happily skipped beside him as they walked down Sweet Street, nodding and beaming.
"MmmmHmmm. There's a cute boy named Timmy. We played Shoe Thief."
"I've never heard of that game before," he said, glad to see his sister in such a good mood.
"Oh, it's the best," she said, suddenly an expert in the field. "I'll teach you some time. Did YOU make any friends?"
The fox chuckled and rubbed the back of his head, ruffling up his dark hair. "Yah, I guess I did. And I got a job. And a place to stay!"
"No box in an alley?"
He nodded. "No box! It's small, but it even has a shower we can use and everything."
"Cool!"
The worries of his day gone, he lifted his slim sister like she was a box of feathers, and placed her on his shoulders as they turned on to Tender Way, being sure to move his hair out of the way, first. Breathing in the country air, he decided that maybe they'd stay longer than he originally thought.
Jenny, her groin rubbing against the back of her brother's neck, was glad she had taken the time to clean herself back in the ship.
Passing the post office, they both failed to notice the missing child poster on the bulletin board, with a picture of Jenny's bright, beaming face.