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A light blow hit my arm and I laughed at the Racoon's reaction to my comment.

"Hey! Leave my sister out of this and I will leave this out of your mother!" he said, gesturing to his groin.

"What?" I asked the uncomfortable Anthro feigning puzzlement. "She does too have a cute rear. I can't help that."

"Jees Rich, she's just turned twelve! What are you looking at her rear for? Besides, you're human!"

I shrugged and let the subject drop, shifting the school bag on my shoulder, trying to spread the load. I did feel guilty for crushing on Tavy's sister. She was awfully cute though; I could barely help myself, teasing her relentlessly whenever she slipped up and presented the opportunity. I tried not to hurt her feelings though, keeping it mostly light, apologising whenever I thought she was offended and hugging her fluffy little body to me, usually resulting in her complete mortification as she squirmed to free herself from my crushing show of playful affection.

A bead of sweat dripped into my eye and I rubbed the stinging moisture away with a sleeve, looking forward to a cool dip in the Racoons pool, my pace speeding subconsciously at the thought and causing the diminutive Tavy to half skip to catch up. I slowed down and apologised, ruffling his cute ears and hugging him to myself as he protested and fought to escape. Funny, I would never behave this way with my human friends, but it was so easy with the fluffy little racoon. I hoped it wasn't because I thought of them as pets and quickly pushed that thought aside.

"I hope Mom dropped off my clothes this morning." I breathed, stepping into the pleasant shade of Tavy's trees as we ascended his driveway. "I think I'm going to melt into a puddle soon."

"Whew, me too!" Tavy replied, "You can wear one of mine if yours haven't arrived yet."

I laughed at the image. Tavy was approaching 5' and was skinny underneath his fluffy exterior. I was already approaching 6'2 and still had some growing to do judging from the way my Mom complained about having to buy me new jeans constantly. I was slightly stocky too, not exactly overweight I thought, but sporting a slight belly that I was a little uncomfortable about. I was by far the largest pupil in my grade, grade 11 that is, and competed for the largest pupil in school. Tavy's offered swimming trunks would probably fit on my one leg. I swung a slow punch back at his shoulder and he skipped out of reach.

Tavy unlocked the door, pushing forward into the cooler house and I tailed him closely to escape the heat, eyes adjusting to the darker room as I searched for the bag my mother had hopefully dropped off. She and Dad were off on holiday for the next two weeks and I would be staying here with the Racoon family, trying not to get into too much mischief out of gratitude for them allowing me to stay.

I found the overstuffed duffel bag under the table and gripped it eagerly as we made our way to the Racoons bedroom, starting the process of stripping as soon as I tossed the bags on the spare bed.

Ready before Tavy, I pulled the racoons tail playfully as he bent his naked ass to slide on his trunks. He yelped in protest and I tore out of the room and down the brief passage toward the pool. Skidding into the kitchen, I collided with Tavy's mom, pure reaction saving my bacon as I reached out and caught her by the waist, picking her up into the air and placing her gently down again when I had checked my forward momentum. Her panic quickly turned to annoyance and she laid her ears flat and prepared to berate me.

"Sorry Mrs Grey!" I apologised quickly, feeling an embarrassed blush spreading up my neck to colour my face in a fiery red tinge. "I didn't hear the car drive in."

"Damn it Richard! You are going to give me a heart attack one of these days! You didn't hear me because I'm parked on the street." She tried to keep her tone stern, but I could hear amusement in her tone as she settled.

Zoey laughed as she watched the exchange from the lounge. "Mom, if Richard is going to be here for two weeks, maybe you should take out collision insurance!"

"Cheaper just to tie a ball and chain to him, maybe that will slow him down."

I flashed a grin at her, repeating a sincere apology.

"That's okay Rich, just watch out where you are going. And please call me Ruth! You are going to be staying here and all the formality is going to set my teeth on edge."

"Yes Mrs Grey, I promise!"

She shook her head at me and gave up.

Tavy walked into the kitchen, hugging his Mom on the way past in greeting and told her the two of us were going for a swim.

Ruth shook her head. "Sorry Tavy, I booked an appointment with the skin specialist and managed to get a gap today! I've had enough of your scratching! We are going to get some cream for that rash, but we have to be quick! Richard, please would you look after Zoey for a bit?"

"Mom!" Zoey and Tavy protested in unison.

Ruth held up her hand silencing the two of them. "No time, Tavy, go get dressed!"

Tail sagging, Tavy turned and headed back to the room.

"We will be about two hours Richard." she turned to Zoey, "I'm not asking him to babysit you Zoey. Just making sure he behaves responsibly, and judging from just now, maybe I should have asked you to look after him!"

Zoey grinned, mollified and stuck out her tongue at me.

I stepped out and pushed her onto the sofa, turned and sat on the little Raccoon, making sure not to apply too much weight to the struggling Zoey's chest. "That's okay Mrs Grey, she won't move an inch!" I chuckled, fending off snapping teeth and claws and placing a little more weight on the outraged Racoon until all she could manage was a resigned laugh and slapping my side and legs.

Tavy returned and the two locked the front door behind them and left.

I stood and told my slightly flattened charge that I was heading for the pool, remembering that I needed a towel. "Please could I have a towel Zoey?"

"Sure," she replied, I'm going to swim too, I'll bring it out with me."

I smiled and ruffled her ears as I had done with Tavy earlier and her claws managed to connect with my exposed flesh this time, leaving a raised welt and a shocked look on my face. Zoey laughed and made a hasty retreat as I threatened to chase her.

I made my way to the pool more sedately this time and dived into the cool water, gasping a little at the temperature difference, slowly relaxing as my heat dissipated.

Zoey tore out of the house in short time and charged at the pool, flinging the towels onto the grass before plunging in and having a similar reaction when she surfaced.

Grinning, I splashed water at her before she could recover and Zoey coughed as the splash entered her muzzle, her ears lying flat in anger and her lip raising to expose her teeth as she prepared to retaliate, her arms wind milling in an ineffective attempt to overwhelm me with water. I laughed and turned my back to her and she jumped on my back, the sharp claws on her feet making me wince as she scrabbled for purchase on sensitive skin. Reaching behind me, I pulled her forward and threw her forward, eliciting a half excited, half scared screech as she soared through the air to splash harmlessly several metres away from me.

I perused and she hastily exited the pool and tore around the bricked edge, her soaked tail flagging in excitement as she successfully evaded me. Concerned, I stopped moving and shouted a warning to be careful of the slippery bricks. Too late! Zoey scrabbled and slipped, her torso crashing painfully onto the corner of the pool, head cracking onto the unforgiving paving and she rolled into the water. I was at her side in what seemed like moments, picking her out of the water before she could take a breath. Pain covered her expression and she coughed lightly and began to cry.

I adjusted her position, holding her tiny form to my chest and headed for the steps. Her ear was bleeding, fortunately from a cut, not internal. I ran the fall through my head; trying to relieve pressure on the places I thought she would be sore. Walking toward a towel, I bent my knees to retrieve one, balancing to hold the sobbing Raccoon and found a place in the shade to lay her down.

She still looked slightly dazed as I settled her on the grass, making sure her ringed tail was not pinned in an uncomfortable position.

Her sobs were turning into a loud wail and I tried to comfort her and inexpertly assess the damage at the same time. Zoey was holding the side of her head with her left hand and seemed to be protecting her right wrist. I did my best to sooth her, trying to get her to respond to me. After a minute she settled a little and I began again.

"Where are you hurt Zoey?" It was not easy to see damage through her thick matted fur covering.

"My head," she whimpered, "my arm is sore and my hip."

"Do you think you broke anything?"

She shook her head slightly and tried bravely to supress her sobs.

I sat on the grass, and looked for any other bleeding, relaxing slightly as she settled further.

"Sorry Zoey, that looked really sore." I lay a hand gently on her shoulder, still concerned about injury as my eyes checked her over. My eyes widened and my head snapped up to her face with an expression of guilt and shock.

"I'm fine, not so sore anymore." She explained. "What? What's wrong?" Zoey asked, worry seeping into her expression again.

I hesitated. "Um, nothing's wrong. It's your costume; it's not covering you properly."

Her expression changed to one of confusion and then comprehension and her hand darted down to pull the elastic material back over her raised spade. "What are you looking over there for?" She shot at me.

"I'm sorry! I wasn't trying to!"

Zoey looked up at me angrily; I lowered my eyes in discomfort. "Hey! That's not fair! If you get to see mine, I want to see yours!"

I felt my eyes widen and my gaze shot up to meet hers in disbelief and I felt my trunks start to tent in reaction; my furious blush now spreading to my chest. "W-what?"

"You heard me," she was struggling to suppress a grin and maintain her angry expression. "You saw my cooter and now I want to see your thing!"

I looked around guiltily. "Um, I'm not sure that's such a good idea," I choked. Heavens knew I wanted to play along, guiltily I realising I would at this stage be exposing a 12 year old to my erection. I tried to protest, my rod having other ideas as it gradually attempted to press its way out of my trunks.

Zoey sat up with a determined look, "Show me!"

I closed my eyes, changing my position to kneel, my hand pressing down on my member to contain it in my trunks.

Zoey reached over and tugged on the elastic. I gradually let her have her way, the traitorous appendage springing free and rapidly growing to full attention now that it was given space.

Zoey gasped, staring at my pulsing pole as it bobbed eagerly in front of her.

My mind was beginning to fog with arousal; I closed my eyes and tried to cover myself again. The attempt was rather hopeless as I would need it to relax again before I could force it back under cover.

Zoey reached a furred hand forward and touched the sensitive flesh, my eyes snapped open at the sensation. This was the first time I had been touched in this particular area by a girl and my hips bucked in automatic response.

Zoey drew in her breath.

I wanted to melt into a puddle of excitement and embarrassment, trying to lean away but her grip was firm, she used her free hand to feel the pre semen forming on the tip and my arousal seemed to redouble as she played with the slimy substance, rubbing it between her fingers and bringing it to her nose curiously to sniff at it.

"Cool!" she grinned up at me, her expression changed now to one of lust. "Would you like to touch mine?"

I swallowed hard and nodded nervously.

Zoey sat on her rump, not letting go of me and pulled her swimming costume aside, looking into my eyes and waiting expectantly.

I slowly extended a hand between her thighs, unable to tear my eyes from her tiny opening. It looked different from a moment ago when I had first seen it, puffier. My hand shook as I came in contact with the soft, damp, protruding cone. It was covered in silky fine hair except for a tiny area around the opening and I squeezed it gently, this time it was Zoey's turn to close her eyes and she let out a small high pitched gasp.

"Do you like how it feels?" she whispered hoarsely.

"So soft," I replied nodding, "and warm!"

Zoey grinned more wickedly than I thought possible in such a young girl and moved her attention back to my rod, deliberately pumping her little fist on my sensitive flesh with purposeful motion.

I shuddered, "Who taught you how to do this?" I asked gruffly, trying to keep my eyes from rolling back into my head. My index finger started probing her tiny opening. I slipped into the tiny slit more easily than I would have guessed, her wet heat drawing me in tightly and she spread her legs a little wider to accommodate me. My heart thudded in my chest as i pulled out to hold my finger up to my nose smelling the rich scent of the little Raccoon.

"I watched Tavy doing it in the shower once. I started rubbing my cooter and he almost caught me when the white stuff shot out of his Willy and he opened his eyes. I ran back to my bedroom but I kind of wished he had caught me."

My breathing shortened at the lewd thought of Tavy's sister wanting to be caught and my erection flexed, depositing another bead of pre onto her furry paw where she used the fluid to coat my shaft. I looked into the dark band of the racoons eyes hungrily. "C-Can I taste your pus... thing?" I asked haltingly.

A look of surprise crossed her face and her eyes widened as she considered the request, her expression growing naughtier as the idea penetrated her mind. She nodded and leant back onto her elbows, her legs rising into the air, exposing her smooth slit more effectively and revealing her cute little tail hole in the process. Higher function ceased entirely in my brain and I leant forward, lowering my face between her legs and breathed her scent deeply before carefully lowering my mouth over the slippery Raccoon cone, my senses reeled, the sensitive nerves in my tongue revelling and the taste buds salivating as I pushed into her tiny hole, sucking on her soft fleshy mound greedily as I stretched her entrance little by little with my probing tongue.

I looked up to see the cute raccoon's enraptured expression and she placed her hands on my head, pulling me into her soft warm crotch. My tongue revelled in the flavour, lashing faster to lap out a bead of excitement forming in her depths, her stomach muscles flexed and relaxed in waves of pleasure.

Zoey shuddered and tried to muffle her voice as an orgasm washed over her, her premature slit depositing a savoury sweet gush of liquid, the slippery fluid coating my mouth while I savoured it before swallowing it eagerly. Her legs were twitching erratically and her elbows gave way as she sank to the towel underneath her, begging me to give her a break.

Reluctantly I pulled my mouth away, sucking on her silky mound one last time before pulling away. The view from this distance was intoxicating and I was now completely possessed with lust (and possibly too many porn movies); I pressed her legs upward, onto her chest, lowering my mouth again to sample her still winking starfish.

My nose pressed against her silky slit as I extended my tongue to her musty ring, circling the puckered opening. Zoey looked up in shock, gasping at the foreign sensation, shock registering on her face. Truthfully, I was expecting an unappealing flavour from the region but my expectations were pleasantly misinformed and I attacked the forbidden region eagerly. She had a slightly woody flavour, and surprisingly little smell as I probed and pressed into her opening. My mouth began to water and I thrust my tongue deep into her musty hole, pressing her open and eliciting a mixture of confused and excited noises from the cute Raccoon as I pressed my face hard into her fluffy butt, wishing I had a longer tongue to explore her dark crevice further.

Zoey thrashed again, gripping her cheeks and pulling them wide as another orgasm broke over her young body. Zoey was unable to supress her scream this time as she convulsed on the ground, her ring muscles gripping tightly around my tongue trying to pull me into her bowels. Gradually her cries softened, her young body giving in and she passed completely out, her head thudding into the soft grass.

I pushed myself back up, hardly believing what I had just done, but no less horny as I looked at the girl lying spread in front of me. Looking around guiltily, I took my member into my hand, spreading her little vulva with the left and proceeded to finish myself before lust drove me to even deeper madness. The lewd sight of her pink entrance drove me quickly to release and I scrambled to catch the semen before it could splatter on her silky coat.

Shock caught up with me at that point, I frantically looked around to see if we had been observed. Seeing no one and steadying my breathing, I looked back down to the unconscious girl, trying to burn the image of her compromised position and tail region into my mind, absorbing every texture, every crease and direction of the hair. Satisfied, I reluctantly pulled her swimming costume back into place, becoming aroused once more as I marveled at how the fleshy spade pressed the material out in an inviting mound.

Quietly, I stood adjusting my member in my trunks, retrieving my towel and laying it alongside hers and then walked to the kitchen. I fetched a plate of cookies and 2 glasses of lemonade, drinking one of them and carrying the rest out to lay by her sleeping form.

Settling down next to the pretty Raccoon, I played the events back in my mind, drinking in the sight of her restful form before the heat and slumber drew me to peaceful oblivion.