Panty Raid

Rhett tapped and swiped on his phone, the 13-year-old Rottweiler working on a problem that had become all too familiar to him in recent years: a very sudden and awkward boner. A few years ago he had started seeing the world around him in a very different light: from underwear catalogues to his classmates, girls had started to suddenly interest the boy in more ways than just as playmates. And during these formative years, he had also found the joys of trawling around on the social media profiles of some of the girls around him, the pup scrolling through FurBook with one hand while sitting on the toilet, his pants and underwear around his ankles and his shirt dishevelled as his other hand was busy pumping his cock, his knot pulsing as he frantically looked for the perfect picture to cum to. Rhett was always a bit of a runt, smaller and shorter than most of his peers, his jet black fur giving way to an orange brown on his chest and hands, as well as the two markings above his eyes. His smaller stature meant that he didn't usually get too much attention from the girls in his school, but that didn't stop his horny mind from coming up with all sorts of fantasies, helped along by the girls' pictures they'd post on their accounts online. He scrolled past a group pic of an otter from his biology class and her friends celebrating her birthday, a picture of her meal that a raven from his math class had taken, and a snap of a bull from his P.E. classes posing with some Dalmatian girl. Rhett was starting to become frustrated, his orgasm teetering on the edge, the dam about to break any second now, and the whole session would just be ruined if he couldn't find a nice shot to finish it off to. Just as all hope was starting to be lost, he found it, the holy grail: a picture of the neighbour's girl, Minna, sunbathing on a beach, the equine clad in nothing except a skimpy red bikini, the 19-year-old Finnhorse's chocolate brown fur contrasting her snow white hair perfectly! With a quiet grunt that Rhett tried to muffle, he shot his load all over the bathroom wall and floor, ropes of cum splattering over the blue tiles. He panted and caught his breath for a moment or two, while his cock oozed the last few drops of cum onto his already drenched left hand, him setting his phone off to the side while he washed up and wiped off any of his baby batter from his fur, the teen unfortunately learning very early on just how obvious cum stains were on his black fur after a few awkward moments shared between him and his parents. 

After a few minutes of washing and adjusting his clothes, Rhett stepped out of the bathroom, beelining it towards his room. The lack of a lock on the door and the unfortunate propensity for his parent to walk in without knocking meant that the boy usually took care of business in the privacy of the toilet, unless it was late enough in the night that he knew everyone else was asleep and that he wouldn't be disturbed. He lied down on his bed, giving a little sigh of relief as he pulled out his phone again, the picture he'd cum to still on the screen as he turned it on, the horse laying on a beach chair with a wide grin on her face, sticking her tongue out towards the camera. Minna wasn't a classmate of his like most of the other girls he liked to gawk at, her being a fair bit older than him. But even still, or maybe because of it, she had captured Rhett's imagination and heart the moment he laid eyes on her, Minna being his first crush. Of course, he'd never said anything of the sort to her, the two rarely even interacting really, beyond the occasional hello on the street. She had been his babysitter a handful of times in the past, though back then he was still too young to properly appreciate her beautiful curves, her thick thighs, and her full breasts, which he regrets thoroughly. Rhett could feel his sheath stirring once more as he stared at the picture on his phone, deciding it's best to put the snapshot away for the time being lest he need to take another visit to the bathroom, he'll soon have his doting mother getting worried he's got the runs or something. Just as he was about to click off the FurBook app, he stopped for a few seconds, before quickly downloading the picture and only then leaving the app, growing your rainy day stockpile is always good after all. The boy settled into an evening of relaxation, popping his headphones into his ears and scrolling through various sites and apps. Few minutes later, he was startled as his bedroom door suddenly flew open, his mother standing there with a wide smile on her face, her mouth moving in a blur. Rhett plucked the headphones out to hear the tail end of his mother's words, piecing together that they'd all be going over to the neighbour's for dinner. Partly disappointed from the disturbance to his evening plans of doing fuck all, and partly exited just from the chance to hang around Minna, he hopped off the bed and tucked his phone away, stopping in front of his mirror to see that his clothes weren't too horrible to be seen in. He could feel a slight tinge at the bottom of his stomach, anxious that he'd in one way or another make himself look stupid in front of the girl. But he brushed those fears away, or at least tamped them down somewhat, a chance to see Minna was something he wasn't about to throw away. Plus, he did have to admit, Minna's mom was a pretty excellent chef. 

About ten minutes later, Rhett, his mother, and his father were all gathered outside of their neighbour's front door, listening in as a set of footsteps approached. The teen gulped as he could recognise the form behind the door's frosted glass, Minna's smiling face greeting the family as she opened the door, inviting them inside. His parents stepped in first, greeting the girl as they went further into the house. Rhett just about held his breath as he followed behind them, squeezing past Minna as she held the front door open. He had forgotten just how tall she was, him only coming up to her neck. The situation was only made that much worse, or that much better depending on how you'd look at it, by the particularly tight t-shirt she had chosen to wear, her tits only a hair away from Rhett's face as he stumbled in, coughing up a slightly awkward greeting to her. Thankfully she didn't at least seem weirded out, still having a warm smile on her face as she closed the door behind him, so either he managed to not screw up within the literal first second of seeing her, or she just had a good poker face. Either way, Rhett followed his parents to the kitchen, smelling the delicious scent in the air already, the table set for the six of them with a whole roasted chicken and sides sitting in the middle. Minna's parents shook hands with and hugged his parents, before directing their attention to him, Minna's mom even patting Rhett on the head, leaving his cheeks burning a light shade of red. With the formalities finished, they all sat down, Rhett's family on one side of the table while Minna's family was on the other. He calmed down considerably once the meal started, the delicious food helping his nerves somewhat, though he still tried to not pig out and stuff his face as much as his stomach was telling him to do. 

The next hour or so went by as everyone enjoyed the dinner, only some occasional light conversation breaking the munching. After the plates had been cleared, some coffee and cookies were brought out, the dessert leaving some more room for discussion now that everyone's mouths weren't quite so preoccupied. Apparently the celebratory dinner was for Minna's parents managing to make some sort of a large acquisition within the business they owned, the conversation quickly turning into shop talk about taxes, shipping costs, and banks being a humongous pain in the ass. Seeing both Rhett's and Minna's eyes slowly glazing over, the parents excused the two from the table, letting them do as they'd like while the adults chatted business over a few glasses of wine and whiskey. Minna sat down on the living room sofa, switching on the TV as she relaxed, Rhett awkwardly standing in the middle of the room. She glanced over at him with a little giggle, patting the space next to her, "Come on, you can sit down, I don't bite." The canine stiffly let out a short laugh as he sat down, his hands clutching each other on his lap, just about squeezing hard enough to cut out circulation, beads of sweat running down his face as he stayed completely still. Minna meanwhile was laying back, one hand on the armrest while the other was draped over the backrest, her eyes mostly focused on the miscellaneous signing contest playing on the TV, occasionally darting over to the nervous Rottweiler. Sitting next to her, Rhett could smell her perfume, an incredible scent of vanilla and chocolate enveloping him. After several minutes of staring straight ahead, he made the risky decision of peeking towards the girl, making sure his gaze wouldn't linger too long to make it obvious. Her snug t-shirt was cut rather low, not leaving too much to the imagination as he previously already took good notice of. She also had on a pair of tight jeans, her thighs just about bursting out of them, her seemingly not content on the chicken legs being the most delicious set of legs on show this night. And just under her was the pièce de résistance, a juicy set of buns that'd make anyone's mouth water just at the thought. God, what he'd give for his face to replace that seat right now! He'd definitely let his... he was staring, he was staring right at her, looking her up and down, and she was looking right at him. Immediately going beet red, Rhett jumped up from the sofa, muttering about needing to go to the toilet before running off, hoping to God that Minna hadn't noticed him staring for long, or the rather large bulge that was quickly growing on his jeans as he clambered upstairs. 

Rhett panted and grimaced at his stupidity, his breath getting caught in his throat. He was absolutely mortified of having to show his face to Minna again tonight, to the point that he was thinking of how he'd be able to climb down and escape from the second story windows. But a minute or two of calming down and breathing set his mind straight, or at least helped it along somewhat. His shame was still burning on his cheeks, but his mind was otherwise preoccupied already, mainly in regards to the hard-on he was sporting, his jeans uncomfortably tight as his knot was on the verge of popping out of his sheath. What he needed right now was a good session of jacking off, that'd clear his mind, surely. Rhett walked over to the bathroom, about to step inside when he noticed another door ajar at the other end of the hallway, Minna's room. A wave of perverted thoughts flooded his brain, his ears perking up to confirm that the parents were still all sitting and talking in the kitchen, and that Minna was still relaxing in front of the TV. He could go poking around in her room, see what all he could dig up. No one would ever know about it, at least not if he was sneaky and quick. Overwhelmed by the curse of horniness, Rhett changed course from the bathroom, slowly and carefully sneaking into Minna's room, squeezing through the cracked open door, her lights still on. Her room was pretty much what he was expecting, a few band posters scattered about the walls, a writing desk on one end of the room and a bed on the other, some wardrobes near the door. The room smelled of her as well, the same vanilla and chocolate perfume she was using clinging to the walls. But he could smell something else as well, something much different, but also much more pleasant, at least to his nose. His heart was beating like a drum as he skittered over to a small blue plastic basket in the corner of the room, cracking it open. Rhett's eyes lit up like a puppy dog as he reached into the basket, a shaking hand pulling out the treasure he had found: a pair of delicate pink panties, very recently worn and filled with her scent. He immediately stuffed his muzzle into the underwear, letting his tongue drag across the fabric as he hectically shoved his other hand down the front of his pants, wrapping it around his painfully erect cock. Within a few seconds, his fly was open and his boxers were pulled down, letting his red rocket fly free, drops of precum staining the carpet below as he sniffed and huffed. "If I knew you were that into my sweaty panties, I wouldn't have showered today." 

Rhett screamed and stumbled down, falling on his ass with a thud as he spun around, seeing Minna standing at the door with a devilish grin on her face. "Everything alright up there?", Rhett's mom asked from downstairs after hearing the scream and the fall, Minna smirking as she leaned back to shout, "Yeah, everything's fine." With that she closed the door behind her, stepping up to the stuttering canine laying on the floor, unzipping and pulling down her jeans, revealing her bare equine lips, sopping wet and glistening. "I was kind of hoping I'd get you up here somehow, that was a lot simpler than I was expecting." Minna giggled as she sunk two of her fingers into her pussy, moaning as she thrust them in and out a few times, before pulling them out, a large strand of her sticky juices hanging off of the wet fingers. With one swift motion, she stuck them into her mouth, sucking them clean with a wet pop. Rhett was still laying on the floor, mouth completely agape and his shaft spraying shot after shot of precum, the teen on the verge of popping a vein. Minna just laughed as she removed her jeans, throwing them off on her bed. Next she pulled off her shirt, leaving only a white bra on her body, otherwise entirely nude. She walked over to the boy, turning around and sitting down, straddling his lap with her back towards him. "You wouldn't mind helping me with the bra, would you?" Rhett swallowed, feeling the heat of her pussy radiating on his dick, drops of her honey slathering all over his crotch, praying this wasn't just a dream, or if it was a dream that he could at least get off before he woke up. With a shaky hand he reached up, grabbing the bra hook and unlocking it after a few seconds. "Mmh... thank you!", she swung her leg to turn around to face him, letting her bra down, revealing the two perfect melons, her nipples perked up, "Now it's my turn to help you."

Minna ran her hands down Rhett's chest, slipping them under his shirt, before finally making it down to his shaft, his knot pulsing with the need to release. She grabbed his cock, dragging the tip over her slit, drawing lustful moans from the both of them, her juices and his precum smearing all across her crotch as she teased the poor boy. Finally she lowered herself slightly, letting him slip inside with an audible squish, his canine cock disappearing halfway in her pussy. She remained still for a few moments, gathering herself, before starting to ride Rhett, biting her lip as not to make too much noise. He was on the brink of exploding, doing everything in his power as not to shoot his load too early into the entertainment. Minna leaned down, taking the boy's hands and placing them on her tits, him needing no further instructions before he gently started squeezing them, rubbing her nipples with his thumbs. She nudged her muzzle up to his, moaning into his mouth as she kissed him, pushing her tongue into his mouth. Rhett was overwhelmed, her tongue wrapping against his, her delicate and amazingly soft lips pressing on him, his hands grabbing her tits, and her bone buried deep inside of her cunt. Literally everything he had ever dreamed of was suddenly all happening at once, his brain only able to process the situation enough to know what he was supposed to do, his hips pistoning up against hers. Minna dropped entirely down on his cock, his knot burying itself between her lips as he felt the first waves of his orgasm wrecking his body, his legs shaking as ropes of cum shot deep inside of her. She grinded and gyrated against his knot as his seed poured into her pussy, some already leaking out, white globs covering Rhett's crotch as he grunted and groaned. With clenched teeth, the last few drops of cum were squeezed out of the pup, Minna getting up onto a squat, rivers of cum and pussy juices leaking out from her as soon as his cock was pulled out. Rhett was absolutely spent, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he caught his breath. But Minna wasn't quite done with him yet, scooting forwards and pinning him down by straddling his face, pushing his muzzle at her messy slit. Surprised by the move, he coughed and spluttered for a few moments as a flood of his cum and her honey poured all over his face and down his throat. After regaining his senses, Rhett pushed his tongue into her, lapping at her cunt and dutifully swallowing everything she had to give as Minna panted and moaned. He explored her walls with his tongue, his hands wrapped around her wonderful thighs, her breathing growing more and more erratic, before a gush of her sweet honey squirted out all over his muzzle, her pussy clamping down on him, squeezing and contracting in rhythm with her orgasm. He could do nothing except swallow everything pouring into his mouth, him starting to feel light-headed with her thighs squeezing on his neck. After a few more seconds, Minna rolled over onto her back next to Rhett, the pair breathing raggedly, just staring up at the ceiling. 

After a few minutes of resting, the two were starting to come back to their senses, Minna gathering up and putting back on her clothes. Before she zipped her jeans on however, she grabbed the pink pair of panties, grinning as she rubbed them on her pussy, even slipping them fully inside, the underwear completely soaked by the end of it. She tossed it over to Rhett, winking as she straightened her shirt, "You can keep those, for the nights that we can't meet. And we are going to meet some more, you can bet your ass on that. Now come on, we're missing the show." Rhett stuffed the panties into his back pocket, following close behind her as they walked back downstairs, the pair crashing onto the sofa. Their parents were still drinking and laughing in the kitchen, blissfully unaware of what was happening just minutes ago. Minna wrapped a hand around Rhett's shoulder, pulling him closer to her as they both yawned, the glow of the TV illuminating the room.