beforethefall
BtF - Cards
Content Warning: Age-Difference Cub(9m)-Cub(5f), plushophilia, molestation, role-reversal, overstimulation, threats/coercion, mild femdom, risky situation, caught(!)
Before the Fall
“Cards”
by beforethefall [Inkbunny]#
“But mom, she's just a little kid!” Martin complained as he followed his mom around the house after learning that he'd be expected to keep an eye on the Vanners' daughter while his parents played cards with their friends that evening. They were set to arrive soon, and worst of all, nobody had bothered to give Martin a heads-up until a mere hour before their arrival. It wasn't that Martin disliked kids, in fact he enjoyed the opportunity to revisit his own younger years with his cousins and enhance their own little games with some of his bigger-kid experience and ingenuity. The complicating factor was that he'd just finished downloading Lemmings 2: The Tribes, and he was eager to play it after having spent a whole day of his summer desperately trying to acquire the game from their local bulletin board. It had been a thorough exercise in patience, frustration and agonizing disappointment at being utterly unable to secure an hour-long window of unmolested phone time for the file to come across uncorrupted by call waiting or his mom picking up the phone to call someone.
“It's just for a few hours, Martin! It's not the end of the world. You're nine, she'll think the world of you, you could even show her how to play one of your computer games. She's young enough that she probably won't even care if it's boy stuff, she'll just be happy to have someone to play with."
“Auugh, mooom, video games aren't little kid stuff, she wouldn't even know what's going on," Martin complained, but his mother shushed him immediately.
“That's enough, Martin. You might as well just deal with it, because you aren't getting out of this. You can play your game tomorrow." His mother didn't frequently get out the stern voice, but now that she had, Martin knew fully well there was no discussion left to have.
“Uuuuggghh, fine.” the young skunk huffed, sulking off to his bedroom as he pushed up his glasses.
An hour later, Martin heard a car roll up into the driveway. Martin looked out of his upstairs bedroom - above the garage - to the driveway below, where the boring, standard minivan was parked, and a family of ringtail cats were getting out. The littlest couldn't have been much more than four or five, dressed in a little blue corduroy jumper and a white frilly-sleeved top and clutching a giant, plush purple dinosaur that was nearly as big as she was.
“Martin, come meet the Vanners!” he heard his dad call frm downstairs. The young skunk sighed and rolled his eyes, but checked himself in the mirror quickly on his way out of his bedroom. A blue polo and khaki cargos. Hopefully he'd get away with it; his parents meant for him to be wearing khaki slacks, but he didn't much care for dressy attire; especially in his own home, in the middle of summer. It was always stuffy and ill-fitting and his parents got mad if he got them dirty, which would make playing with the little ringtail even more difficult. The young skunk thumped down the stairs just as the front door opened, and parents greeted each other with their usual exclamations of ‘Welcome!’ and ‘That’s such a cute outfit!' and ‘What a lovely home!’, as Martin fidgeted in the background. He hung close to the stairs, hopeful for the utter impossibility of his parents ignoring him enough to slink back to his room and disappear for the night; they could park the little kid in front of the TV or something while he did something more fu-
“Martin, come say hello!” Martin's mother called, catching his attention just as it drifted off. “Martin, this is Mr. and Mrs. Vanner, and their daughter Samantha.”
“Uh, hi,” the young skunk said, giving an awkward wave to the strange grownups. He flashed a half-hearted smile to the little girl who was grinning up at him, bouncing eagerly with the oversized Barney plushie still in her arms.
“Well, come on in, we'll give you the grand tour,” Martin's dad joked, “Martin, you and Samantha can go play in the den until the pizza gets here.”
“Uh, alright,” Martin sulked, though he caught the evil eye from his mother just as the ringtail family was led past him, then he was left with the little girl staring up at him. He looked back and awkwardly scratched at the back of his neck, where his collar was touching his messy hair. “So, uh, Samantha?”
“You can call me Sam! Do you like dollies? Barney says he likes your shirt, it's blue like my dress!” the little girl beamed up at him. It was almost too cute for Martin to handle; he could feel his teeth rotting already.
“Uh, alright, Sam. You can call me Marty,” the skunk kid said, “Uh…come on, the den's this way,” he said, leading the little ringtail girl through the house. It was down a small flight of three stairs across from the garage in the downstairs hallway, just past the dining room.
"Hi Marty! So do you like dollies? Barney says he loves you!" the little girl squeaked as she followed along at Martin's hip. She was a full foot shorter, and only a third of the weight of the chubby young skunk, and still so young she didn't really have a volume control. Martin had to try anyway.
“Hey, you know what Barney really loves?” the skunk asked as he stepped down into the den and soon realized the little girl probably needed a steadying hand to help her down the steps. She grabbed his hand without question and started methodically picking her way down, one step at a time.
“What does he love?" she wondered, looking around the wood-paneled den curiously. The room was carpeted with a comfy if dated brown shag carpeting, a comfortable old brown couch and dated, dark wooden furniture. It was a cozy, dark space with an old console television hooked up to a VCR, and a small library of tapes to watch.
“He loves…inside voices! Think you can talk quietly for your visit?” the skunk wondered, sure it would prove too much a challenge for the girl.
“Oh,” the young ringtail girl giggled, hugging her stuffed dinosaur. “I can do that, I think,” she whispered, and Martin laughed.
“You don't have to whisper, but, yeah - good job. So what kinda' stuff do you like other than Barney?” the skunk boy wondered, desperate to do anything other than talk about the saccharine purple dinosaur any more than he had to. He sat on the sofa and fidgeted with his polo shirt, unbuttoning the second-to-top button to give himself a little more breathing room. The little girl stood in perpetual motion, swinging side to side which caused her little skirt to twirl around her legs.
“Ummmm, cartoons! And My Little Ponies and playing pretend is a lot of fun,” the little girl giggled. “Wanna play games? My mommy and daddy are playing games with your mommy and daddy,” she observed.
“Uh, I dunno. What kinda game? Boys don't like silly girly stuff. Maybe we can watch a movie, or something.” Martin suggested, not particularly keen on getting drug into a-
“Tea party!” The little ringtail girl giggled, her ears perked as she beamed up at him with her big, green eyes. She looked around and started wandering through the den, fetching props.
“Ugh,” the young skunk groaned, knowing fully well he'd have to appease such a young kid, or risk pouty tears or worse, “…Only if you promise that we can do something else after we eat dinner?” the skunk asked, as he watched the little cacomistle girl set places using naught but a coaster set, a pillow, some candles for ‘teacups’, with one of Martin's mom's big scented candles as the ‘teapot' atop the well-worn old coffee table.
“Kay! Sit down, come on! The party is about to start!” the little girl simply quipped without so much as a thought. Martin doubted she would actually comply when it came to it, but it gave him hope as he eased down from the couch and onto the pillow she was urging him toward. She plopped her big Barney plushie down beside him at the coffee table and straddled it, parking her butt on her Barney plushie's big belly in a manner that Martin thought looked…dirty, almost. It was a mild thrill, a little stirring in his stomach he'd never expected to have as the girl straddled the plush toy and parked her backside low on its belly.
“So, uh… what do people do at tea parties?” Martin wondered, lamely picking up the mason jar candle in front of him to look into it.
“Ummm, they dress up all fancy and they drink tea and eat little tiny sandwiches! And they talk about all the friends that their neighbors have over,” the innocent little cacomistle quipped, before giggling. “We're already dressed all fancy!” Martin had to laugh at that.
“Okay, yeah. Sounds fun. So who do your neighbors have coming over?” Martin wondered, as he watched the little girl laboriously tipping the bigger candle like a teapot, pouring them both imaginary tea. When she settled back astride her plushie again, Martin immediately realized why it struck him as dirty the first time. The little ringtail girl, just barely school-age at most, and dressed in her cute, clean little jumper and blouse, gave a downright lewd squirm of her hips as she snuggled in atop the plush. Martin knew fully well what he saw as she settled back in at his side and picked up her ‘teacup’ with as innocent an expression as ever, and Martin struggled to compose himself as she chattered to him.
“Oh, Martha is always having the gardener over, I tell you,” the little girl started. It was obvious she was parroting some gossip her mother had talked about, but it was amusing enough that Martin couldn't help but grin.
“Oh, that Martha. I can't help but wonder why her garden's in such shambles, with that gardener over all the time. I guess he can't do much work if he spends all his time over there inside." Martin played along, amusing himself in the process as he watched Sam continue squirming on top of her plushie. He'd never before even considered that girls might enjoy playing with themselves like he did, and certainly hadn't yet thought about the ways they might achieve that, but with what he saw, it immediately made sense.
“For serious!” Sam giggled, mimicking sipping her tea, and Martin remembered to do the same, even going so far as to lift a pinkie, just how she did. “You know, that gardener boy is easy on the eyes,” she giggled, obviously not understanding the phrase sufficiently.
“Oh, I bet he is. Especially if he's a skunk,” Martin grinned, trying to keep up with the theme. He couldn't believe he was getting hard as he watched her continuing to squirm and wriggle against her plushie.
“Oh, very much!" the little girl played along, "Skunks are pretty even if some of them smell bad,” she giggled.
“…Do I smell bad?” Martin immediately wondered, almost worried. He wasn't exactly sure why he was worried what the little ringtail thought of him, but the pang of self-consciousness was common to all skunks; scents were a tender subject. He almost shied away as Sam leaned in beside him and sniffed at his arm a few times, looking extremely thoughtful.
“No, you smell like a boy. I smell like a girl! Wanna see?” she asked, holding her hands up. Martin laughed at the absurdity of the offer.
“Aw, how can I resist?” he asked, leaning down and making a show out of sniffing at her hands. She smelled like flowery body wash and lotion, she must've just had a bath. "Oh, you smell flowery! Almost how my tea smells,” Martin grinned. He picked up the scented candle ‘teapot’ and offered it to the ringtail girl, and she sniffed inside.
“Eee! It smells almost TOO flowery!” she giggled, “The tea is all flowers!”
The doorbell rang, jolting Martin enough that he nearly dropped his mom's candle, and he hastily put the lid back on and put it back in its spot as he heard his dad going to deal with the pizza guy.
“Oooh, pizza's here! What's your favorite kind of pizza?" Martin asked, realizing how hungry he was. The distraction was helping his boner go away too, at least until the ringtail girl stood with an excited little note of a squeal that was surprisingly conservative in volume.
“Pepperoni!" she said eagerly as she went out to see the pizza transaction get made; she must've been as hungry as he was. As he stood to follow her, Martin's eyes went the Barney plush that the girl left behind; right atop its belly, a dark, damp spot showed plainly on the green felt of the chubby plushie's stomach where the little girl had been sitting. Martin cursed the near instant regrowth of his erection in his pants as he limped awkwardly toward the dining room, where parents were already calling his name.
Martin's thoughts quietly spiraled as he sat awkwardly at the table, eating and awkwardly chatting with the adults at the table; interspersed with frequent though mercifully brief erections as he thought back to what he'd seen. Halfway into his second slice of pizza, he found himself quietly formulating a plan as he looked across to the cute little ringtail girl and wondered, more and more, if his plan might actually pay off. He'd never tried anything like this before, and had no idea what he was doing. He just knew that getting caught would be disastrous, beyond anything he wanted to even think about…but the little ringtail seemed so very…primed for what he had in mind. The end of dinner couldn't come fast enough. Martin finished his pizza with a few eager bites, and finished his lemonade in a couple quick gulps.
“May I be excused?” Martin asked, doing his best to mind his manners.
“What's the hurry?” his father asked with a little laugh.
“I, uh. I wanted to look for a movie and set something up in the den. I was thinking we could do a movie fort like we used to do when I was little,” Martin said. It was an easy play, his parents loved setting up a big sheet tent with him between the sofa and recliner and snuggling in to watch movies when he was little.
“Aww, glad to see you've come around since earlier. Knock yourself out, hon. The big blankets are in the cedar chest,” his mom said, and Martin tossed his paper plate into the trash as he got up from the table.
“Thanks, Mom! Sam, you gotta give me a few minutes to get everything set up, okay? I'll come get you,” Martin said with his biggest kid-friendly smile. Sam just beamed around a mouthful of half-chewed pizza.
“Kay!”
Martin rushed to the den again, stopping by the chest behind the sofa to grab the oversized blankets he remembered fondly from years back, when the whole family would crowd in to watch movies in blanket forts in the den. It went up as easy as ever, and soon there was cozy tent erected in the den, strung between the couch and loveseat and providing a cozy bit of shelter with a clear view of the television. He paused as he eyed the Barney plushie still laying beside the coffee table, and as he pulled it under the tent he gave in to the almost-instinctual need he felt to press his nose to the soft, green felt and breathe in the smell of that little girl that had been infused into its fabric. He shuddered as he caught that flowery, sweet scent again and felt his skin getting hot under his fur, unsure why he was shaking slightly; though he had a pretty good idea why his slender erection was rock-hard yet again in his shorts, and showed no sign of slacking, now. He pulled down a few pillows from the couch to serve as cushions, and fished though the VHS collection for the one movie that his family owned that might stand a chance of keeping a little girl sufficiently occupied.
His plan staged, Martin adjusted himself in his pants until he could walk relatively normally, and headed for the dining room with his biggest, most charismatic Disney prince grin as he knocked on the doorway, and stuck the Barney plushie into the room, puppeting it.
“Mister and Missus Vanner, I presume?" he said, with a goofy impression of the dinosaur, "I'm Prince Barney, and I've come to escort Princess Sam to the very special and fancy theater night that we're hosting in my castle tonight,” the skunk boy said, eschewing all sense of shame or embarrassment; this was going to be worth it. He wasn't expecting the delighted squeal from the young ringtail though, and his ears reflexively pivoted back at the shrill noise.
“Eeee! Princess!” she squealed, eagerly slipping out of her chair with only a pizza crust left on her plate. The grownups laughed and he even caught an appreciative glance of acknowledgement from his mom through the mirror as he helped the plush toy take Sam's arm and escort her out of the dining room to the den. Sam was bouncing giddily along at his side, and Martin couldn't help but giggle a little himself at her excitement.
“We have a very fine film in store this evening, Princess Sam! A very fancy and elegant story of a girl named Belle and a great beast in a castle! Is it one that you know?" he wondered. Sam was eager to respond as they strolled into the den, with the little ringtail arm-in-arm with the Barney plush.
“Uh-huh! Beauty and the Beast! I know all the songs!” the little girl bragged, as she looked around the transformed living room. “Oooh, big tent!” she said, eagerly moving to climb inside as she broke character and let go of her plushie's arm to grab it and carry him with. Martin just followed her into the relative privacy and laughed, kneeling in the back of the tent, behind where Sam was already getting comfortable with her Barney plush again, just how she had earlier. Martin let her get comfortable and scooted closer behind her, until he was kneeling with his knees nearly touching her feet, and he pressed Play on the remote control to start the movie.
“Hey Sam,” Martin said, watching the little cacomistle fidgeting atop her plush, “You really like your Barney plushie, don't you?”
“M-hm!” the little girl said, still squirming her hips atop Barney's belly as the movie started.
“What if I told you that if you're really good and don't look,” Martin started, having to pause for a moment to steel his nerves. “…And you promise to keep it a secret, I could help him make you feel nice, like when you sit on him?” Martin couldn't believe what he heard himself asking, even if he'd spent the last half hour devising the plan and steadying his frayed nerves. It sounded so debauched; so uniquely and specifically perverse that he was almost outraged at himself for having come up with it, and then shame began to well up in his gut in the moment of silence that followed his question.
“You can..? Really?" the little girl asked, her eyes already locked on the TV. Martin was glad she wasn't looking at him, at this point.
“Y-yeah, I can. Just let me borrow him? You can lay on these pillows to watch the movie though, and…uh, Prince Barney will be right here to make you feel nice the whole time, okay?” the skunk said, his voice wavering nervously. His heart skipped a beat as she sat up and pulled the plushie out from under herself to offer it over.
“Oh, okay! And we can watch Beauty and the Beast!” the girl quipped, making Martin smile.
“Yeah, just make sure not to look so you don't miss anything in the movie, okay?”
“Okay!” she said, just in time for the first song to start. Martin bit his lip as he helped her get snuggled onto her belly atop the pillows, and shuffled forward to nestle the Barney plushie against her backside. His fingers trembled as he pressed the plushie in and against her, squishing it to her rump under the fluffy base of her tail. It was awkward, and he was feeling his way blindly along, but surprisingly, the little girl didn't even flinch as he reached his quivering hand to lift the back of her dress up and bare the back of her cute little blue panties and her soft-furred thighs, the young skunk staring in awe at the beautiful sight laid before him as the girl that view belonged to was transfixed by the television.
Beneath the black fabric of the corduroy skirt, the little girl's panties just snugly wrapped her backside and the plump, puffy folds of her little pussy, a remaining little line of dampness in her panties showing as the girl straddled the pillow. He took the plushie's tail and gently slipped it up between her thighs from behind, and a hand compressed it to her panties, grinding it against her lightly as the little ringtail girl's tail twitched with the song, attention wholly captivated by the cartoon. Martin shivered again, and adjusted the aching tent in his pants as he worked the Barney plushie's tail in back-and-forth motions, clumsily trying to stimulate the young girl with absolutely no experience or guidance. Minutes passed with the clumsy fumbling, but as he shuffled forward and experimented with turning his palm over, he was able to smash the toy's tail against that tightly-wrapped muff more effectively and soon could smell the sweet, immature arousal growing on the little cacomistle, her seemingly too-intense body heat radiating against his fingers in the close proximity.
Still quivering with a blend of excitement, terror and arousal, Martin drew back again and moved the plushie out of the way, then cupped his hand on the young girl's crotch from behind, pressing his palm to the damp panties and feeling the little girl's warmth radiating from her crotch as he panted, and felt her squirm. The squirm wasn't uncomfortable; he could tell she was pushing back to him for more, and he eagerly returned the favor by swiping two fingers over the damp panties that perfectly wrapped her little groove.
“Hey, Sam,” Martin whispered as he leaned over the cacomistle's back.
“M-hm?” the little girl asked. It was innocent as ever, nonchalant and even perky.
“…Maybe I can help too. Can I do that while you watch?” he asked, and Sam giggled.
“Kay! I tickle," she giggled as Martin's fingers plied against her through the panties, and Martin laughed with a breathy little huff as he urged the little ringtail's hips back, getting her to sit up on her knees and stick her butt back at him.
“Yeah, I'll make it feel real tickly,” the young skunk panted. In all his nine years, Martin had never seen a moment like this coming. He'd never seen a girl's parts before, but his friends had talked about them quietly in the back of the playground at school plenty… His fingers caressed over the kit's tiny little slot, before slipping up to her panties' waistband, and slowly nestling them down from her hips. They peeled down inside-out, gliding down her hips only with a bit of resistance as Martin worked them bit by bit, until the little girl's pouting, puffy little folds were exposed and he laid eyes on what, to that point, was the most positively arousing sight he'd ever seen in his few short years alive. A clear trickle oozed down the groove of the little girl's sex in the dim lighting, and her outer folds shifted ever-so-subtly together as she fidgeted her hips again and giggled.
Martin couldn't help himself. He was beyond the point of no return; he had to have her. His finger caught the trickle and smeared it back into her groove, the skunk leaning close to inspect this new treasure closely. Her folds were soft, almost too soft, and as pliant as bread dough. As he pressed his fingers to the barely-slicked, fine fur on either side of the fold, her outer lips peeled apart with a sticky split to reveal supple pink flesh within, tiny, delicate little petals of clean, pink flesh inside glistening with more of that honey-scented slickness. He blindly explored with a finger, smearing the trickle of slickness through her flesh deeper, and as felt his way along, his fingerpad nestled into a dimple that threatened to swallow his finger at the back of her sex, just south of the little pink pucker of her butthole. The little ringtail girl squeaked and giggled to him.
“Eep! Nyeh, Marty..! That feels funny,” the little girl giggled quietly.
“Told you it was gonna tickle,” Martin said, trying to play as casual as he could, but his voice wavered with anxiety. His heart was pounding so hard he could hear it in his ears. He could feel wetness in his underwear, too, and knew he'd have to free himself soon. “Try to stay quiet though okay? Just…just cuddle up and imagine Prince Barney making you feel nice okay?”
“Okay Marty!” the little girl trilled as Martin probed his finger against the dip he had found, and worked his blunted claw inside with a surgeon's tender touch, then probed deeper yet. It was hot, and slippery, and it seemed to fit his finger just right. Then, she squeezed back against his finger, a sensation that made Martin's heart skip a beat; he'd never realized a girl could do that, that it… that it might squeeze on a boy, in there.
He didn't even realize he was unfastening his cargo pants' fly or pushing his briefs down until it was out; his slender, three-inch cock stood up proudly from its sheath, his underwear tugged under his taut young balls. He had to. He had to. He was dribbling slickness, faintly skunk-scented musk oozing out of him in clear, slimy drizzles as he shuffled forward, until his knees were on either side of the little girl's. He leaned forward and strained to reach, but managed to touch his tip to her folds, just where his finger had disappeared a moment ago. Then he gently guided Sam to squat a little more, and pressed his naked, pink flesh to hers. Both gasped faintly as the little girl's tender young body provided only the slightest resistance, before she swallowed his glans up into the slickness-glazed folds of her perfect little pussy.
Martin froze there, terrified the girl might cry out in alarm or fear or pain, but as his boyhood twitched and throbbed in desperate need, just barely tucked against her, the only reaction was a giggly croon from the little girl, and a subtle squeeze around him. Martin timidly drew back and kissed his tip inside her again, and this time she rocked back against the sensation. Martin wasn't expecting it, as he saw the little cacomistle arch her back, putting herself on more open offer to him with her panties around her knees and her skirt pulled up around her waist.
Oh my god, she really wants it, Martin's mind raced, and instinct grabbed the skunk's hips as the thought registered; he was powerless to resist the call of nature. His hips rolled forward slowly, and his rock-hard little cock effortlessly split the little girl's buttery-slick, snug folds until it was hidden entirely within her, and his sheath smashed to her stretched little pussy as Martin suddenly discovered the most pure, natural pleasure he could achieve.
It was incredible.
Martin's arousal responded to that delicious, snug heat with strong, eager throbs. He'd never been so hard before, he'd never felt this good before, nestled down to the balls inside a little girl only half his age. His hands went to her hips and he caressed them, pulling them back against his pelvis as he felt his tip kissing the back wall of the little girl's pussy, just barely undersized for the skunk boy's immature cock. Sam gave a little whimper and fidget against him, and Martin nearly choked on his panic.
“Y-you, uh, y-you okay, Sam?” he asked, not daring to budge, or even slightly suggest that she should be uncomfortable. His mind raced for excuses. It was an accident, he fell and it went in, he couldn't get comfortable, he fell asleep and was sleepwalk--
“Feels good,” the tiny cacomistle's voice giggled. Martin felt another feeble squeeze around him, and he shuddered as his hips worked ever-so-slightly to stir his boyhood inside her tight little tunnel.
“Ohgosh, yeah….m-me too, Sam. J-just let me keep making us feel nice, okay? D-don't tell anyone,” Martin whispered. He looked down in the dim, flickering light of the TV to see his boyhood glistening with her juices as he pulled it back, her pussy's petals blooming around him as her body clung to his, trying to keep him inside as he slid back. The sight alone made him desperate to plunge forward again; so he did. “Nnh…! Ooh, you're so good at this game, Sam."
“Keep making tickles," the girl plead plainly, and instinct gripped Martin again, making him thrust slowly once more. He gasped as he kissed that deepest point inside her again with the precum-drooling tip of his little cock.
“D-deal. Am I better at it than Barney?” Martin whispered, before realizing. “Oh…you can have him back to cuddle, here…” the skunk whispered, leaning down to hand Sam her plushie. She giggled and clutched it to her chest, rubbing her face against the plushie's.
“Uh-huhh…but I still love Barney more,” she said, as her arms wrapped around the plushie and she nuzzled down into its fur. She was still watching the movie, but Martin could tell she wasn't paying attention to it, now..
“Fair trade,” Martin half-laughed. “I'm gonna go faster, okay? Just tell me to stop if you want me to, otherwise I'll keep goin',” the skunk panted. His bushy tail twitched behind him, laid up against his back as his hips pulled back and pumped again, smearing his drizzling slickness to the back-wall of Samantha's warm little tunnel.
“M-hm,” Samantha crooned, breathing deeper. Martin gripped her waist lightly, rocking his hips, pumping slowly. Every draw back bloomed her folds around him again, and Martin stared between them at the astonishing sight of his boyhood sliding in and out of the little girl's hot, tender body as she vocalized sweet little noises back to him.
It happened so suddenly Martin never even felt it building. Something with the way Samantha squirmed against him and pushed back, just as he hilted himself and felt his tip bowing her back-wall inward. He shuddered and gripped her tight, and grunted a hot breath out as he was suddenly overwhelmed by his instinctive needs. His tense young boyhood jerked inside her, and he felt it fire a hot squirt of cum straight through the little girl's cervix as she squeaked and squealed in glee, face thankfully buried into her Barney plushie's body as Martin grunted and bit his lip as he climaxed. Stiff, shuddering jerks of his hips accompanied several eager squirts of his immature cum into her tiny womb as his boyhood flexed so hard it ached, before he gasped and, nearly instantly oversensitive, withdrew himself from her heat and fluttering tightness.
Her tiny, perfect little pussy gaped for just a few smoldering fractions of a second before it slowly winked closed, with a pearly drizzle of potently scented skunk cum that only made Martin harder, somehow.
“Oh, f-..w-woah, sorry Sam. I got, uh…I got too tickly with you,” the skunk stammered, trying to find some way to explain what had happened. The little girl finally looked back over her shoulder and whimpered.
“Feels tickly, Marty..! Don't stop,” she whined, and Martin blushed hotly.
“I, uh…I can't, Sam. I got too tickly,” he desperately tried to explain. He was blindsided by what he heard next.
“Nooo, don't stop or I'm telling,” the little girl urged, pushing her hips back. Martin's eyes widened.
“No, no no, don't tell, I, uh…”
“I wanna cuddle like Barney,” she said. Martin trembled in his spot, a pearly drizzle from his boyhood dripping down to stain his pants.
“I, uh…it's too tickly, Sam, m-maybe in a few minutes?” Martin plead, still feeling aftershocks of climactic throbs in the root of his almost-sore erection.
“Noooo, now!” Samantha complained as she turned to look at him with a bratty pout. Martin winced; she was getting louder, he had to do something to appease her quick.
“Okay, okay- uh, I'll do it,” Martin mumbled, horrified at the little girl's sudden urgent insistence, coupled by her threat. He scooted forward and trembled a little with newfound nerves as the little girl giggled and hiked her tail up again, showing off her cum-drooling pussy. Martin arched his hips and pushed his tender, oversensitive dick back to her pussy, and hesitated just as he felt the electric jolt of hypersensitivity as his glans slipped in. “J-…just let me go slow, okay?”
The little ringtail girl squirmed her hips at the probing, but Martin hadn't expected her next move. She made it look effortless; she backed onto him and, despite Martin's best efforts to draw his hips back and recoil to keep the oversensitive tingling at bay, Martin swiftly found the girl sinking back onto him until he was hilted in her again. She had him backed in against the couch and wholly vulnerable, completely unable to withdraw himself. The little cacomistle giggled and squeezed back in until Martin felt his tip kissing her cervix again, and he bit his lip to keep from vocalizing as each twist and squirm of her hips sent a fresh aftershock through his sensitive flesh.
“I-I don't think this game is a good idea, Sam,” Martin mumbled as he huffed. Sam ignored him, with a slow rock in his lap that slipped him almost-out before she pushed back and squished his balls to her body again, hilting him again. Martin gasped sharply, and shuddered as he felt himself throbbing, the electric jolts of hypersensitivity making his back arch and hips jerk and tremble all on their own.
“Nuh-uh, you have to make it tickle like Barney or I'm telling mommy you touched my no-no,” the little girl warned him, and Martin whimpered under his breath. What had he gotten himself into? The next bounce of the ringtail girl's hips was faster, and went straight into another pull up as Martin pressed his back to the couch and gasped again. The hypersensitivity was fading slightly, but a new dread was building as the girl purposefully bounced against his lap; she didn't know when to stop.
I've created a monster, Martin repeated in his head, staring down at the little cacomistle girl bouncing back against his lap roughly, hilting him over and over with an urgent, eager smashing of his balls against her body. Each bounce of her hips strung a fresh smear of his cum between their bodies, strands of it clinging to her outer folds and his sheath, until she shoved back eagerly and forced them together again with a lewd, wet squelch. Martin wanted nothing more than to sit back and try to recover. He felt a cramp of too-tense muscle at the root of his erection, and realized he'd been flexing himself unwittingly. He tried to relax, and his hips shuddered beyond his control. He had to do something or he felt like he was going to explode.
“A-ah, h-hey Sam, I…I uh…y-you wanna try a different way? I-I need to stretch," the skunk begged, and Sam giggled.
“Okay! Be my Barney!” Sam giggled as she pulled away and made room for Martin to move. He hesitated, just sitting back and panting for a few moments. He wasn't sure why he was sweating; she was doing all the work. He could smell the distinct funk of skunk-sex in the air trapped under the little tent, and he was soon dreading the idea that one of their parents might check in on them. For now, the card games were continuing in the other room, blissfully unaware; he could hear them shouting and joking around still. Martin trembled as his aching erection faltered, and he turned to lay out on the shag carpet with a grunt as he stretched out and pushed his pants and underwear a little lower. His polo shirt already had spots and splatters of semen on its bottom hem, and his briefs' waistband was soaked as well.
He hesitated to say he was ready, but Sam didn't seem to need that encouragement; she had already shuffled her underwear off and climbed over him before he could. The little girl giggled as she sat back into his lap, bending his half-softened erection under her little groove, smearing a fresh drizzle of the skunk's seed back against him as she blindly smeared herself against him; obviously pleasuring himself on the skunk boy's faltering erection without any real goal or purpose. Martin was thankful for the break and just tried to relax as he panted and the little girl ground against him, smearing his seed back into his fur. He didn't even care anymore, overwhelmed and exhausted.
“Hey Marty! D'you think Belle an' Beast play like this?” the little girl asked as she smeared the skunk's boyhood between her folds again, smashing it against his pelvis. Martin was biting his lip, and took a second to respond as his hands found their way to Sam's hips.
“I…I bet they do a lot, y-yeah,” Martin mumbled, half-giggling. The reprieve from the girl's tight little tunnel was welcome, he was still half-hard and aching but the overstimulation of his hyper-sensitive flesh was fading. “How do you think they do it?”
“Uhhh,” the girl stalled, squirming her clit against the belly of Martin's boyhood. He could feel the tiny little firm nub smearing against him, “I think they do it…backwards!” she said, without qualifying her supposition further. Martin wasn't about to question it.
“Yeah, I think you're right,” he mumbled as the movie droned away nearby. Martin gasped again as the little ringtail girl squirmed forward and he felt his boyhood slip back to her entrance, then she pushed back and giggled as he sunk back in so effortlessly it shocked Martin. “H-haa~!” Martin gasped, unprepared. He was still only barely-hard, but the girl bore down on him and squeezed as she squirmed and wriggled her hips on his, and he found himself hardening again quickly.
“Mnfff, you're a warm Barney…he doesn't have pointy parts,” Sam giggled as she sat upright in his lap, still hugging her plushie against her chest.
“Still love your Barney more?” Martin asked as the little cacomistle fidgeted in his lap and worked his renewed erection inside herself.
“Uhhh…” Sam thought as she straddled Martin's hips and gave a testing bounce, figuring out the motions as Martin stared at the cute little ringtail. If it wasn't for the scent of semen and sex in the air, or her discarded panties lying on the floor nearby, the way her dress fell masked the way Martin's shirt was pulled up, and his pants pulled down. It might go so far as to be mistaken for an innocent cuddle in a questionable position. But then the little ringtail found the right angle and started to bounce with an eager, energetic rhythm, and Martin's eyes rolled back in his head at the new gliding of the little girl's warmth over him, fast and relentless.
“Nnhhaaa, Sam,” Martin mumbled, his back arched slightly, “T-that's really tickly,” he panted, and she giggled again. “I-it, nnh, it's okay if it's hard to decide, w-we need to hurry up though so we don't get in trouble…"
She didn't respond, and Martin was quietly thankful for that fact. He just closed his eyes as she bounced atop him and took charge, the little girl eagerly working his hard young dick. He dreaded stopping her; her threat of telling their parents still hung heavy in his mind, but moreso, he didn't want the moment to end as she worked him relentlessly. He groaned, and his back arched as she rode him eagerly with short, swift bounces that clapped their semen-smeared groins together again and again. Every drop of her hips crowded his tip to her cervix again, and Martin spread his legs to let her grind harder against him, to try to reach just that extra little bit deeper as the girl giggled with delight.
She rode him for longer than he ever thought he might last inside a girl. The movie ran along, and by the time Martin was aware of it, the big moment of the movie was coming up, the villagers rallied, a tense soundtrack swelling as the little ringtail whimpered out a delightful little noise as she rode him hard. He was getting close too, he felt the familiar tense deep inside him, surprised he was about to go twice in such a short period, without ever really going soft between. He panted and looked up to the little girl again, and saw she was looking down at him, panting through her cute little open muzzle just how Martin must've looked to her.
“Mmff, tickly!” she whimpered hushedly into her plushie's fur, trembling as her bouncing hastened to the point it started to devolve into shaky, shuddering little jerks atop him.
“Y-Yeah, m-me too Sam, hah, a-ah!” Martin panted breathlessly; he could feel her tiny body shuddering and trembling inside, and the kiss of her cervix to his tip made his eyes roll back in his head again. He gritted his teeth at the tense, tight little contractions of the tiny little girl around him and took over for her from beneath, grasping the little girl's hips and shuddering as he dug his heels against the floor and bucked up into her in rapid, eager thrusts. All caution had been abandoned as the skunk huffed and groaned with the effort. Sam gave a giggly little squeak and a crooning, moaning little whine out loud as Martin clenched his teeth, and suddenly grunted as his hips arched hard against her and he smashed himself to the hilt one, final time.
The urgent, desperate throbs of his second climax coursed through him as the little girl squirmed back against his crotch at her own peak. Martin groaned out with a shuddering vocalization as her tense climax milked him for every last shot his body could deliver with his cock smashed to her cervix and pulsing straight into the tiny little girl's womb with hard pulses of his watery, immature seed. Sam squeaked and whimpered and gasped out adoringly in her own right as her body fluttered around the skunk and desperately trembled atop him, as both cubs shared an intense, prolonged climax together.
He never even noticed the lights turn on. It was the desperate, panicked voice he heard from the end of the blanket fort that got his eyes to open, where he saw a middle-aged cacomistle woman staring, horrified, right at him, while his cock was still balls-deep in the little girl and straining to continue shooting thin shots of his watery, immature cum straight into the little girl's womb as she sat atop him.
“What the fuck?! What are you doing with our daughter, you little pervert?!”
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