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I recently moved into a new neighborhood not too long ago, with the help of a couple friends of mine, since I haven't had a driver's license, let alone a permit, since god knows when. Actually, I never had one. Ever. I didn't know what to make of this place, really. It seemed to look like any other: buildings, people, sidewalks, you know. It was pretty baron for the most part...except for a badger that was leaning against one of the sides of the garage door, which was opened. His Mustang convertible showing off its bright, red paint, which glistened in the sunlight. It appeared to be that he was my new neighbor. Yay.

He looked pretty smug, kinda full of himself. I looked at him for a split second and he shot me a glance back, returning it with a sneer. He supported a black tank top with white outlines, and ripped jean-shorts with a green belt attached to them. He also wore a necklace with what appeared to be a Prince Albert piercing. I found that pretty awkward. He also had a piercing on his left ear, with a cobalt bead holding it together.

I ignored his sneer and continued moving my things. They weren't too heavy, but they were still hard to handle sometimes.

"Yo man, what kind of shit do you have in these boxes? Bricks?" My friend, Marty asked. He was one of the two friends that were helping me. A rabbit.

"Papers, actually," I responded. "School papers."

"What're you keeping them for?" he grunted.

"Drawing material, dude. You know I can't afford a sketch pad right now."

He rolled his eyes and kept walking, carrying my supposedly heavy boxes.

Derek, a fox, grabbed one of my heavier bins. He was pretty strong, for a twig. I mean, I'm not exactly built myself, but at least I appear to be one. If anything, Marty was the bodybuilder in our little group.

After about two hours lifting, sweating, and heaving, we finally got everything in.

"There....*huff*...done." Marty panted.

"Thank...*huff*...God," Derek agreed.

"Oh, c'mon guys, it wasn't that bad." I smiled.

"Maybe for you." Marty glared. "You took all the light ones. Pussy."

I just laughed it off and dug in one of the kitchen bins for the sodas. Hmm...what to choose: Root Beer, Orange, Grape...I decided one of each. I tossed the grape to Marty, orange to Derek, and, of course, Root Beer for myself.

We relaxed and drank for a good half hour or so, chattin' it up like we used to back in high school. Ah, high school. Those were the days.

Another half hour later I decided to let them get on their merry way. I would've made them help me unpack, but the rental truck was being charged by the hour.

We waved each other goodbye as I watched them disappear into the distance. I dropped my arm, smiling wide, and placed my paws into my pockets, making my way down the sidewalk. It was a beautiful day, and I wanted to spend it doing some kind of outdoor activity instead of wasting it by staying inside and unpacking. I can do that another time.

I glance to my left and notice that the badger has now disappeared. I shrug and continue walking, breathing in the fresh air. It was nice to have a quiet neighborhood for a change. Now I wouldn't have to worry about noisy dogs or car horns or any of that other crap. I was free now. I smiled wider and began imaging my future. Boy, will it be swell. I'll have a job, make some new friends, and start on a clean slate (not that I had a bad rap in my old neighborhood).

I walked for about half a mile or so and started to make my way back. That was when I saw the badger again. We locked eyes a little longer this time, his face still stern. What is up with this guy? I decide to pluck up the courage to talk to him.

"H-hey there," I stammer. "It's nice out here, isn't it?"

He returns my greeting with a grunt. He keeps his focus on me.

I feel a slight bit of tension and start to make my way back to my front door. Not two steps afterwards, he finally speaks.

"What brings you here?"

I freeze. "I just wanted to get out of my old neighborhood. You know how it is."

"I'm pretty sure I don't," he retorts.

"How long have you been living here?"

"All my life, boy."

"Is that so?"

He nods. "Ever since I was a young'un."

"I see. What's it like here?"

"Quiet, peaceful. Not that it matters to ya. What is this, twenty questions or something? What'chya want?"

"N-nothing, sir. I was just being friendly."

"Sure you were. Get your ass over here." He points to the ground in front of him.

My body starts to shudder. My heart begins to pound. My God, what is he going to do to me? The smart move would be to walk away, to finish what I started, but I don't. I couldn't. There was something about this badger that had intrigued me. I walk up to him slowly, head lowered slightly, eyes still on his.

"W-what're you gonna do to me?" I ask, worried.

"Nothing at the moment." He grabs my ass with one paw and squeezes it. I yelp in surprise. "But I'll let you know when I need you. When I call you, you better answer. Got it?"

I nod, shakily.

"What's your name?"

"Jake, S-s-sir."

"Okay. You can go on home now. Get out before I change my mind and claim that ass of yours."

I blush and rush hurriedly towards home. What the fuck just happened?

The next morning, I wake myself from a dreamless sleep. I yawn and then scratch my side, hair astrew. I walk to the bathroom and look in the mirror. God, I look hideous. I search for a brush from one of the boxes and manage to find one, brushing my hair in soft strokes. Afterwards, I start at myself for a little longer, fluffing my hair up and swishing it around randomly.

I make my way down the stairs and search for some cereal to munch on. I put the milk and such in the refrigerator first thing. Last thing I wanted was spoiled milk first day of moving in. I sit contently at the table and begin to munch on my breakfast. It tastes good. The milk makes it even better. I swig it down and them go back upstairs to shower and such.

I turn the faucet on and let the water run as it starts to warm up. I place a paw under it, making sure that it doesn't get too hot. I adjust it every now and again, and then make a satisfied nod.

I place myself under the warm water and let it cascade over me, matting my fur. I grab the shampoo and start lathering my hair, and then slowly cover the rest of my body, lathering it up as much as I could.

Afterwards, I place my head back under the shower head and let it rinse the soap off me. I scritch my head and ruffle my fur a bit, making sure that all the soap washed out.

I step out and grab a towel, drying myself furiously, making my fur puff up. I place the towel back on the rack and grab the hairbrush, brush, brush, brushing away the mad scientist look.

I finish off by brushing my teeth and then applying deodorant, making sure that I look my best.

I waltz back into my room and dig through a few boxes, trying to find my clothes. I manage to find some and put them on, breathing in deeply and sigh happily, ready to start a new day.

I start organizing my boxes when I hear a couple loud wraps on my door. I open it cautiously, seeing that it's the badger I met yesterday.

"May I help you?" I asked.

"Yes, you can. I need you to wax my car."

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me. I told ya I'd call ya if I needed anythin', and that thin's my car. Now get goin'."

I grumble under my breath as I follow him to his car, which is parked sideways on the lawn, hood facing towards us. The wax was placed next to the front left tire. My God, this is gonna take all day...

I start to grab for the wax when the badger suddenly pins me down on top of the hood, his weight pressed up against me.

"What're you doing!?" I shouted.

"Shut up, boy," he growls in my ear. I felt something rub against my ass. I quickly realize that it's his erection, throbbing.

My breath caught in my throat, my cock suddenly stirring. I start to pant a bit. The badger humps me slowly, breathing deeply into my ear. He wraps a paw around my head and begins to insert his tongue into said ear, wriggling and writhing inside of it. My cock hardens instantly. His thrusts begin to move a bit faster.

"W-what about th-the neighbors?" I pant.

"I want them to watch," he churrs.

Without moving his body off mine, he begins to unzip my pants, pulling them and my underwear down enough till they fall freely. I can still feel his. But not for long, as he starts doing the same for himself.

His torso lifts off of me for about a second.

Am I free? Can I get away? No. His pelvis is still pinning me, his thick meat in between my cheeks, hot-dogging me.

I feel his paws grab the back of my shirt and lift me up momentarily, pulling my shirt off.

What the fuck is happening!?

His paws then grab hold of my hips and spits on my ass, using one finger to lube me up. I clench almost instantly from the invasion.

"Open up," he threatens. I try, but little did he know that my asshole is stubborn in the morning.

He does it again. And again. And again. Until I'm fully slicked up from his saliva. He pins me down with one paw on my back as he spits on his cock and starts stroking it, lubing himself up as well.

"Prepare for a good ass-fucking, boy. Because once I'm through with you, you won't be able to sit for a week, hopefully months!"

I gulp and pant, my heart still pounding. This feels so unreal. Being fucked, in public, on the hood of a car. Again, what. The. Fuck.

Before I could think anymore wayward thoughts, I feel my ass stretch, slight pain coursing through my body. I clench in response, but the invader pushes itself I, then out. In, then out. Over and over. I could feel my belly bulge from his size. Fuck, he's so big. My God.

I feel his balls slap against me as he picks up the rhythm, grunting. He leans on top of me again and breathes deeply into my ear again.

"I'm gonna fuck you so good," he rasps. "I'm gonna fill you full of my pups. Your ass is mine. All mine, got it?"

I couldn't answer. I was too entranced in the experience. His cock was so thick. His balls felt heavy. His breathing. His gripping. His invasion. It was all beginning to become too much.

I started to leak, my tip becoming covered almost entirely. I had no idea how long we were going at it for. It seemed like hours. All that I knew was, the longer he was fucking me, the harder he got. He threw his torso off me and gripped my hips harder, spreading his thighs wider, giving it his all, desperate to fill me full.

"Here it comes, bitch. Here it...fucking...comes..." He growls loudly, almost shouting, making some of the neighbors look outside, looking at us.

I blush beet red and moan loudly, my cock getting close to its own orgasm.

I felt his cock throb and pulsate, surging as he released his load deep inside of me, over and over, filling my guts full with badger seed. The constant throbbing was almost strenuous.

He grabbed my cock and began to stroke it, leaning down on me once more, rasping in my ear. "Cum, fucker. Cum for Daddy. Let everyone see what a little bitch you are. Go on, do it!"

I couldn't help it. I couldn't hold it in much longer. I moaned as loud as I could, like the little bitch that I was, shooting over the entire hood, almost to the wipers. Three pumps. Four pumps! After about five or six, I was spent.

I laid, plastered on the hood, realizing that my cum was gonna stick to my fur, but not really giving a shit. I got fucked, and I got fucked good.

I couldn't remember much of what happened afterwards, except for the river of semen that expelled out of me after he pulled out, my ass feeling like a gaping hole. I think I collected some in my pants. Whatever, I don't really care. This badger took my virginity, and it felt good. Sure, I may be the laughing stock of the town now, but I don't care. For I have become, and always will be, the badger's bitch.