Thoroughfaire Mall-- though it was more colloquially known as The Gala, mostly by middle-aged folks before its rebrand-- was perhaps the most extensive tourist spot in the entire state. It was the largest mall in the region and 5th largest in the entire country; if anyone was in the area, it was a prime spot for all manner of shopping outlets, boutique stores and specialist kiosks, and it was also a hotspot of catering activity thanks to its food court, that was able to seat a hard-to-fathom amount of people. For Margaret Anne, a young wolf pup at the tender age of 10, it was like a dream come true. She loved to wander around the stores, stare in through the windows, and gawk at the sight of new toys and cute little dresses...at least, that's how it usually went.

At that moment, however, she was irritated.

She walked through the ground floor of the mall with no real sense of direction; she and her date, Thomas, had already explored the majority of the ground floor of the mall, already seen all the new things they needed to see, namely new toys down at the toy store, and Margaret was frankly frustrated. She had hoped this would be a little romantic trip for the two of them-- neither of their parents had elected to come with them and they should have enjoyed the freedom of the mall all to themselves, but...Thomas was just too shy. He was the same age as her, same species too, and distinctly boyish, but he struggled to even do the bare minimum of flirtation and affection. It was a miracle he was even holding her hand, but in the time they'd been at the mall-- at least a couple of hours-- she could count on one hand the amount of times they'd kissed-- in fact, they had only done it once. She wanted more from him, but it was like pulling teeth; no matter how much she tried, he just refused to budge.

"W-What do you want to do now?" Thomas looked to her with bright blue eyes, dressed awkwardly in a boyish t-shirt and shorts, befitting a warm autumn's day. Margaret looked over at him with a meek smile, not really feeling the passion-- unlike with her parents, she couldn't wander with reckless abandon, and sometimes had to entertain what he wanted to look at...unlike his father, Thomas didn't dote on her readily.

"Maybe we should go to your house," Margaret suggested. "I'm a little bored...I think we've seen everything new as well."

"You don't want to get food?" He blinked at her in surprise and she shrugged her shoulders.

"I'm not really hungry..." She admitted. "Isn't your mom going to make dinner soon?"

"Um..." He looked down at the particularly childish watch on his wrist, gawking briefly at the time: 4pm. "Uh-huh."

"Let's go." Margaret said it pointedly, with confidence, and Thomas succumbed easily, as he did with the majority of her decisions. From the ground floor of the mall, they turned on a heel and walked back the way they'd come where, at the far end, a large set of doors and a big bright sign signal the exit. It was a few minutes walk from the mall to the usual stop for their bus, and then it was a 20-minute commute from there to Thomas's home. Margaret lived further away, but not by much-- the point of going to his home wasn't anything more than to try and give him some comfort so he might actually be inclined to kiss her, to do more than just feel shy.

Things, however, never seemed to go to plan. By the time they reached Thomas's home, a quick look around made it clear they weren't going to be alone-- his parent's car, a sleek little blue family car, wasn't in the drive, but his brother's bike was left up against the garage door, unattended to. They lived in a good neighbourhood, so the fact it wasn't locked up was something normal, but its presence there instead of elsewhere indicated that Thomas's older brother was nearby; they wouldn't have the entire home to themselves, and that was effectively confirmed as they hopped up a couple of steps to the door and headed inside.

"Yo!" A booming voice befitting a late teen echoed through the bottom floor of the house, originating from the living room, where the noise of the TV at a high volume would have drowned him out, if he hadn't spoken up. Neither of them particularly acknowledged him at first, and for relatively good reason; Thomas's older brother, Jason, was kind of an asshole. Margaret watched as her date kicked off his shoes, and he glanced at her before awkwardly looking down at his hands; even in his own home, he was looking to her for approval, and being a 10-year-old without a whole lot of sense, Margaret could offer nothing but an exasperated sigh-- this was nothing like the shows she watched! A man should take charge! Thomas was sweet, but his shyness was starting to wear on her.

"There you little shits are," Jason grunted, appearing in the doorway leading into the living room before stepping forwards into the hall, glancing between the two of them. "Mags. hey."

"It's Margaret." She corrected him firmly, and his wolf muzzle stretched into a grin, apparently rather pleased with her temper. The two of them had met a couple of times before-- Margaret and Thomas have the same classes, which is how they came to date, and the wolf pup had met Thomas's older brother a handful of times when the teen had stopped by to drop lunch off at school. Jason looked instead to his brother, who merely kept his gaze down to the floor. Margaret wasn't sure if she liked Jason all that much; he could be a jerk, but he was also responsible, like a grown-up, and he had done things for them in the past when he was feeling nice.

"What've you two been up to, exactly? Making out at the park?" Jason teased, causing Margaret to stick out her tongue at him whilst Thomas merely squirmed, too embarrassed to correct him.

"We were at the mall, shopping...looking at stuff." She told him, causing the teenage wolf to purse his muzzle.

"You hang out there too much," He remarked off-handedly, rolling his eyes. "Damn, Tom, you keep standing meekly there like that and your girl's gonna quit on you."

Thomas said nothing, mumbling awkwardly under his breath, too quiet enough for any of them to hear. Margaret stretched her lips into a line and wondered if she should tell him off for teasing her date, but what Jason said next surprised her, more than she thought it would.

"If you're that scared, lil' bro, I can help break her in for you," Jason half-laughed, half-smirked, glancing Margaret up and down. "Sure she wouldn't mind double the action from the two of us, huh? Whadya say, Marge?"

"Margaret," She corrected him again and then paused, thinking about it for a moment...perhaps she should have mulled over it longer. "But...Okay. Let's do it."

Thomas's eyes bulged wide at the mere suggestion; the fact that Jason had asked to fuck his date shocked him, but what worried him more was how eager Margaret was to take Jason up on the offer. Perhaps it would give him the confidence he needed to fuck her, but he didn't entirely know whether he wanted to or not. Anxiety overtook him as Margaret looked between Jason and Thomas in turn, before Jason took the lead, more or less. With a scoff and a puff of his chest, the older wolf grabbed Margaret's hand.

"If you're not gonna come, Tom, then I'm gonna get to your girl before you." He laughed, a peculiar look in his eye as he stared down at the wolf girl again. Margaret batted her eyes up at him, and to Jason's surprise, she reached out her hand to Thomas, taking it in her own. Spurred on by her encouragement, Thomas reluctantly let himself be led by her towards the stairs, where Jason took the lead in taking them up the stairs, heading from the top down the upper hallway to a room at the far end-- not Thomas's room, but Jason's own instead.

Though Thomas had seen it in passing, but for Margaret, it was the first time; it was grungy, dirty and the walls were plastered with posters of disaster movies and punk bands, painting a peculiar theme of chaos and destruction nestled in a deep-seated loathing for 'the establishment'...though to Margaret, it just looked like a bunch of people screaming on each poster, holding a mic in their hand. Neither cub would understand the nuance, and Jason didn't care to clue them in; his attention was solely on the task at hand, and to that end, he flunked onto the edge of his bed dragging the girl towards him whilst Thomas followed suit, unsure where to place himself.

"We'll go slow, alright? Just the three of us..." He growled his amusement, turning Margaret around to face away from him as he made a gesture to his brother. "C'mon. Kiss your girl, wimp."

Thomas's muzzle stretched into a line, something that Margaret had come to understand was him 'pouting', but he didn't back down from the goading. Leaning forward, he hovered mere inches from the wolf girl's lips and tried to muster the courage to connect the dots, so to speak, but his unease and shyness outweighed what limited bravado he had. In the end, Margaret had to do the work of closing the distance, and she could practically feel Thomas's hand trembling in her own as they kissed. It was sweet, but didn't send sparks cascading within her...but she also enjoyed it. She genuinely liked Thomas, for all her frustrations. Her other hand moved to his side to try and coax him in, but he instinctively pulled away, skittish of intimacy, and awkwardly had to lean his body forward to keep his mouth close whilst the rest of him withered.

At the same time, Jason's hands began to move, his hands groping around Margaret's hips and his fingers pinching the delicate fabric of her dress, marvelling at how she tensed ever so slightly against his touch. Little tickles of interest spread across Margaret's body and up her spine, and she shivered slightly as she felt the teen's large hands grope lower, thumbs trailing around to follow the crease of her ass cheeks, where they met with her slender girly thighs. The dress was just about the only thing separating his digits from her flesh, and with a little flick of his fingers and the right dexterous movement that betrayed some experience, he easily lifted it up, revealing the delicate little girly panties beneath. Her underwear, white and simple, helped to cover up her behind and intimate areas with ease, but Jason's thumbs trailing up to snag into the leg hole of each did the work in revealing more of each cheek for him to ogle at.

After a few moments, Thomas finally started to move, his confidence growing as he kissed his sweetheart. His hand hovered in the air between them, unsure where it wanted to go, before he brought it closer towards her and tried to touch her, aiming for her stomach. To his surprise, however, he missed it, though not for lack of trying-- it was, unfortunately, due to his older brother that he didn't even get a chance to touch her. Impatient and eager to do more, the wolf teen pulled Margaret towards the back and by extension his lap, before he moved the two of them around, lifting her roughly up onto the bed whilst twisting and swinging his body around at the same time.

"H-Hey..." Thomas tried to interject, to protest, but his complaints fell on deaf ears as Jason moved across the bed, scooting Margaret up towards the pillows before reaching for the hem of her dress, loosely and quickly yanking it up her body. The wolf girl squirmed as the fabric slid easily underneath him, scooting up her body to reveal her panties and stomach, and a mixed tickle of anticipation and unease rushed through her as the teen spontaneously wiggled her dress up further and further. She had to lift her arms to let him remove it further, and once it sailed past her head, he tossed it to the side, where it billowed across the short space before hitting Tom right in the face. He spluttered and pulled the dress down to see what they were up to, and his eyes widened in surprise as Jason's hands raked over his date's body, touching up the young girl and stroking down to her hips and up to her flat chest. She had only a little vest to cover up most of her body, and his efforts to lift her dress had hoisted most of it up, so all it took was another light tug to get it to sail past her head too, where he tossed it in the same direction. Thomas ducked the second time and approached the bed, nervously clutching his hands together.

"U-Um, I thought I was going to--" He began, his lip wobbling as Jason scooted up Margaret's body, his legs sliding along either side of her until they settled under her arms. The 10-year-old girl clutched at his thick teen thighs, still covered by a pair of loose shorts, and watched as he worked to unbutton the front, tugging the zipper down.

"Yeah, yeah," He dismissively waved a hand at his brother, before bringing it down to Margaret's head, where it put it between her ears as his other hand delved into his pants. "I'm just gonna break her in a little, relax..."

"But..." Thomas tried to argue, but his words effectively fell on deaf ears. Margaret felt bad too, of course, but admittedly she was more interested in what Jason had to do; he was more confident, more forward and direct with what he wanted to do. After spending a handful of hours with Thomas, cute as he was, she was exhausted by his behaviour, and so what Jason did to her was refreshing, albeit a little scary. After a handful of moments, the wolf's member was wrestled free from the confines of his pants by a rough and roaming hand, and Margaret's gaze fell upon a thick, 6 or 7-inch dick that was humanoid in shape and twitching madly with barely restrained desire. His member hung down horizontally and angled towards her awaiting muzzle, and he gripped the base to swing it up and down, deliberately slapping the front of her face with his cock before moving his other hand further back along her head, angling it up a little.

"C'mon, suck on it a little bit, warm me up." He growled, his words framed as more of a demand than a question or plead. Margaret, seeing no other option and ultimately curious herself, lifted her head slightly thanks to his coaxing and brought her muzzle to the underside of his member; it was hot and twitched vividly just from a little touch along, and all it took was a slight tug of his hips and a shifting of his body to bring the tip, foreskinned and shiny, towards her lips. She opened her young mouth and watched as Jason admired the sight of it before angling his member down towards her awaiting mouth, trying to cram himself inside. He sucked in a breath and hissed as he attempted to worm his way past her teeth, and Margaret put up in some effort to keep her mouth open as wide as she could, scrunching up her eyes as the cock slid along her tongue, smearing saliva all over the underside. Her mouth practically salivated as it entered, though it was more of an instinctive reaction than due to any sort of arousal. The taste was...frankly benign; it wasn't pleasant nor unpleasant, and it was nothing like she was expecting. The member slid deeper until it nudged the back of her throat, and her instinctive reaction-- a quick gagging sound and her throat immediately closing up-- spurred Jason into sliding back, before nudging forwards again, albeit not as deep.

Thomas stood by the edge of the bed, too apprehensive to get up and fool around whilst they were in the middle of things, but too frustrated to just stand there idly watching. He ended up moving around to the foot of the bed so he could have his eyes on the 'prize', as it were-- namely, Margaret's loins. He quietly masturbated himself to the sight of her panties and the outline of her pussy beneath, but it was his older brother who was having all the fun. He rocked his hips into the 10-year-old's mouth and slickened his cock with spit just from a few quick and short thrusts; her tongue had barely moved, but it somehow managed to pool up around his member to make his movements easier. He relished the warmth of her muzzle, but a teen such as him inevitably became impatient and horny; he would have loved to blast down her throat, but he wanted more.

Tugging back, he admired the sight of her open maw, eager for more, before he moved down her body, shuffling and wiggling until he was almost entirely off of her and obscuring what little view Thomas had of his date's body. Jason reached his hands to her legs, intending to spread them, before he inevitably dragged them back inwards so he could grab at the waistband of her pants and pull them down, his eyes finally meeting with the sight of her warm little pussy. Margaret quivered beneath him, her gaze snapping down, coming to the realisation that his large, spit-covered dick was going to cram into her tiny entrance...though this wouldn't be the first time she'd had something in there, though neither of them knew that.

"Damn..." Jason muttered, his digits pressing against her thighs, squeezing and spreading, whilst she kicked her straightened legs enough to shimmy the panties from her ankles, where they lay on the bed unattended. She grunted, feeling so delicately wet between her legs in ways she had only experienced a handful of times before, and as Jason's hand delved down to feel her up, he too could notice how aroused she was. A wide grin spread across his teen muzzle as he tucked his legs in and shifted to spread hers, settling in between her, and behind them Thomas tried to splutter his complaints, his ears folded against his head before, with a sigh, he resigned to the chair in the corner of the room. He watched the two of them get into a more comfortable and distinctly missionary position on the bed as he removed his pants and underwear, his young lower lip wobbling as he started to touch his little humanoid dick to the site of his date having sex. He wanted badly to join in, but was too shy to stand up for himself...unfortunately for him, Jason was taking advantage of it.

"Good girl. You ready?" Jason muttered, looking down at her spread-eagled, body, admiring her slightly trembling body, her panted breaths, and the sheer heat of her warmth beneath his twitching cock that ling perfectly up against her body, giving her a taste of how deep it was going to go. Margaret clamped her mouth shut, but not before a needy whine escaped her throat. Her body was hot and tingly, her heart hammering in her chest-- she had never felt so horny before, so desperate for his cock...and at the same time, she felt guilty, knowing who was jerking off to the sight of them without getting a chance to participate. Fuck it, she didn't care enough to ask for Thomas to join in; Jason was doing all the work, and she wearing to taste the fruits of his labours-- she wanted to know how he could fill her up. She didn't have to nod, didn't have to beg him; he was just as turned on at her, just as eager to fuck, and with a single slide back of his hips, the head of his cock pressed to her cunt, nudging and smearing as it warned her of its impending penetration.

With a little push and a firm grunt, his member pressed to her entrance, smearing up and down and stretching her lips until her body accommodated him, through use of her own quiet sighs and relaxing muscles. When the tip popped past her entrance, her innards couldn't help but clamp around him, gripping tightly as, with a sharp push, he thrust himself deeper and plunged until he was about halfway in her. She arched her back and gasped, gritting her teeth as pleasure spiked up her body and coalesced deep inside her, sending a delightful hum of pleasure throughout her body. Jason hesitated, smirking down at her arched, quivering body before he thrust forward again, spearing her delicate young frame and hilting all the way inside her, accentuated by a warm, wet squelch.

"Oh--" She gasped out her approval, driven by that feeling of being so incredibly full, and Jason hunched over her, letting out a quiet, lustful growl. His member flexed inside her with throbs of desire and her innards spasmed, squeezing and welcoming him, trying to hold him inside as much as she could...but inevitably, Jason started to pull back, easing a handful of inches out of her until he thrust in again, hilting once more. The way her lower lips violently spasmed encouraged him to pull back and hump again, slowly falling into a short, rapid rhythm. Though she couldn't tell what he was thinking, she knew from the way he relentlessly fucker her that he must be aware, at least on some level, of her experience; no girl could take cock like her, especially not at that age.

Over time, their quietly panting breaths became heavier and heavier, intermingled with the growing moans of their fervent passion whilst all the time, Thomas sat in the chair in the corner, sulking and ultimately still jerking off to the sight-- how could he not, when he could see so much of their sex from where he was sitting, when his young, pubescent body was turned on by the sight of sex alone? With a whine of disappointment he continued to masturbate himself as the two before him gyrated more and more, with Jason pounding his hips in and out and grunting with the exertion of his thrusts as Margaret gripped his shoulders and cried out in pleasure, her innards flexing, squeezing and milking every invading inch as it plunged over and over. The wet squelching of their sex, the loose slaps of his balls against her furry behind, grew into an audible cacophony of panting and straining as their pleasure rose, steadily reaching their peaks.

"Fuck yeah, take it all-- shit...!" The teen wolf arched his back as he pressed down, shuddering from the sheer, unbridled pleasure as his balls tucked up against his body. Margaret instinctively knew what was to come and gripped tightly around him, her little legs barely able to wrap around his slim hips as he orgasmed inside her, pumping rope after rope straight into her young cunt, splattering her inner walls and shooting back around his cock, coating it in a sticky cocktail of his own seed and her pleasured juices. She milked her muscles around him, squeezing and clamping periodically in mind-numbing waves of complete and utter bliss as she climaxed with him, her body going utterly limp on the bed. He sagged above her, his arms wobbling as he sunk to his elbows, and he pressed the weight of his body down against her, rolling his hips to coax the last drop oozing drops of cum from the end of his cock. They laid there for a moment or two, panting and huffing, before Jason rolled his head to the side and smirked over at his younger brother, who had been quietly jerking off in the corner-- it was evident from how shiny and sticky his cock looked like that he'd already cum, but compared to Jason his output was...lacking.

"Damn..." Jason panted. "Your date is a good lay, Tom."

If Thomas's ears could fold down any further, they could have, and he slowly cast his gaze down to the floor as he heard Jason lift himself upwards, the bed creaking under their weight...only for the two of them to start moaning and panting again. Thomas sat there and listened, hearing them fuck again, whilst all the while he cursed himself for not having to strength to stand up for himself.



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It had been roughly 2 months or so since that day, but things hadn't necessarily gotten better. Despite being so openly betrayed by Margaret and his brother, Thomas conceded to them after the fact and forgave them. To his surprise, Margaret had asked him if he wanted to be her boyfriend just a couple of days later, and he had eagerly taken her up on that offer-- betrayal aside, having a girlfriend not only gave him status, but confidence...plus, he genuinely liked her, and hoped she might change for him. He couldn't be more wrong about that.

Oh a cosy Friday afternoon, Margaret and Thomas had left school and headed for his home, hoping to spend some quality time together, at Margaret's behest. Thomas was still reeling a little from the way she and Jason had done things together, and it often showed in his 'performance' in the bedroom, or rather lack thereof, despite Margaret's coaxing. Once again Jason was home, but he was 'busy', supposedly, and had a couple of friends over, so he didn't have time to entertain them or bully his younger brother. The two of them had adjourned to Thomas's bedroom as soon as they entered, and had remained there for a handful of hours, just talking and hanging out. Margaret didn't have a whole lot of hobbies, so Thomas attempted to entertain her by showing her some video games or toys...which was fine in and of itself, but Margaret inevitably grew bored, and by extension, Thomas grew wary.

"Um..." Thomas spoke up as she was showing her a game, noticing that she was kind of bored with what he was playing, and he scooted slightly on the bed to better face her. She tilted her head at him, wondering what he was so apprehensive about, and she shuffled on the bed, smoothing out her dress and straightening out her dark green cardigan.

"What's the matter?" She asked him, watching as the boy squirmed on the bed, wearing a Minecraft-inspired hoodie and shorts. He scooted to move onto his knees, putting his hands on his lap, before he looked up at her with his head pointed down, effectively shooting her with a strangely 'puppy-dog-eyed' look. She resisted the urge to pull a face.

"You know when you...did things with my brother?" He cringed at the words, but she nodded along and he continued. "You looked like you, um, knew how to do that stuff already. How many people have you...?"

"Oh," She knew what he was asking, and she wasn't ashamed of it. "Yeah. I've lost count, but quite a lot. Um...the principal, Jason, Merric from math class, Coach Randy..."

"E-Even Coach Randy?" Thomas grimaced and the light left his eyes a little at her words, causing Margaret to feel strangely uncomfortable. She thought that Thomas had been on board with it all, but...perhaps she was mistaken, and a feeling of guilt sam through her. She scooted towards him and he stiffened as he approached, before slowly relaxing, glancing at her out the corner of his eye.

"Have you done stuff with...with other people when we've been, um, dating?" He tentatively questioned, looking down at his hands still. Margaret couldn't find the words to console him, not in a way that would admonish her of what she'd done to hurt his feelings. To her surprise, he looked neither distraught nor angry; there was a peculiar sadness on his face that didn't seem to go deeper nor fade. She puts an arm around him and slowly leans into him, causing him in turn to do the same-- he cuddles against her and sighs, putting an arm around her back and relaxing somewhat when she cuddled a bit into him. Part of her pitied him, the other felt like she had an obligation to make him feel better.

"I'm sorry." She apologised, but it was only half-hearted; she didn't really have any intention of not having sex with other men, not when it felt so good for the both of them...she had only been dating Thomas for a couple of months, it simply wasn't that worth it to give up her 'lifestyle'. He leaned against her and hummed something like approval or appreciation for her apology, nuzzling into her side. The two wolf pups sat there for a while in silence, quietly cuddling, whilst they heard the clamour of laughter from Jason and his friends downstairs. Outside, the streets were quiet as the sun started to set, and for a moment in time, it was just the two of them.

Thomas leant a little further into the girl's body, his hand snaking a little further down, and his interest became clear. Frankly, Margaret was surprised he was being so forward; she guessed it must be because of how he'd heard how many men satisfied her, but she didn't care for the motive. Instead, she worked with him, shifting and leaning away as she pulled him by an arm. She slipped down against the bed and shuffled her way up to the pillows whilst plucking at the hem of his hoodie, tugging and lifting it slightly. Thomas visibly trembled as his stomach was exposed with a flushed expression, started to try and undress her in turn-- most of that was by way of pulling up her skirt until it was around her waist, exposing the panties beneath, before he started to pluck at the button that kept the skirt itself up. She squirmed, allowing him to do as he liked, as her young fingers raked up his body and underneath his top, groping at his stomach and chest and feeling the fluff of his fur. She admired the way he shuddered from just her touch alone, but had a feeling that there wasn't going to be much more to him...whether she would have her expectations subverted was hard to say.

With a grunt, Thomas slid back and moved his hand down, tugging his hoodie up over his head and dropping it to the side, exposing the small shirt he had on beneath that had easily ridden up when he undressed. At the same time, Margaret's skirt came easily undone and separated at the front, and with a squirm she tugged her sweater up somewhat, lifting higher and higher until they passed her flat chest and slightly budding breasts. She was almost entirely exposed to him, and all it took was to lift her arms up, allowing him to pull at her sweater and ease it over her head. Thomas's hands were trembling; he was terrified of what they were going to do, yet continued regardless...or perhaps his trembling was out of excitement.

"Why don't you start by warming me up first?" Margaret suggested in a quiet, sultry whisper, as Thomas yanked his shirt over his head and stared down at her semi-naked body, only her crotch obscured by her mixed pink and white striped panties. He hesitated at her words, glancing from her face to down her body and back again, before he slowly obliged. He scooted his legs back on the bed, shuffling and wriggling his knees down until he was lying almost flat on his front, propping himself up on his knees. He bent his arms inwards as his head drew closer to her crotch, and with his thumbs he plucked at the waistband of her underwear, pulling it up and over the roundness of her rump and tugging it up enough to expose her pussy. He buried his snout against it without hesitation, despite looking apprehensive earlier, and his tongue clumsily slipped around as Margaret squirmed, letting out a hum of approval. She sat up a little so she could fully remove her panties from her legs, having to bend her knees tightly to get them to her ankles whilst all the while Thomas licked, smearing his tongue up and down her pussy from bottom to top and back again. She quivered from the sensation-- he was doing a pretty good job-- but with her underwear removed she could fully spread her legs, which only served to heighten to growing, tickling pleasure she felt in her young loins as Thomas started to try and push his tongue inside.

"Mmh, right there..." Margaret mumbled, closing her eyes and spreading her legs out further as Thomas pressed and sunk his tongue inside, managing to barely stuff in an inch or so before he couldn't seem to get in any further. Part of him felt insecure, like he couldn't quite satisfy her in the ways others had, but that didn't stop him from trying, despite his anxiety-- he pushed and pressed as much as he could, until his tongue ached from the exertion, whilst his hands reached to grab her body, to touch against her thighs and down to her hips. Margaret shifted and moved, sucking in breaths, humming her approval, whilst all the while he slathered and licked, groaning against her lips. Unbeknownst to her, his cock was throbbing away madly within the stiff confines of his shorts, desperate to be free, to do what he'd been unable to do months ago...hopefully, should he last long enough, he might just get to do it.

After a handful of moments, much to Margaret's disappointment, the boy slowly started to pull back. In his eyes, he'd done all he could to sink deeper, and didn't understand she needed more than just a little nudging and a bit of spit to get going, but she kept her mouth shut and watched as he lifted himself up, awkwardly pushing at his shorts to slip them past his boyish hips. He grunted with the exertion of pushing them down and briefly tensed as his cock got caught against the waistband, before it sprung free, still confined to his underwear. Those quickly followed suit, however, and his stick little dick bounced up and down in the warm air, hovering barely a handful of inches from her. She looked down at his body and back up again, grinning at him as he slowly lowered himself down towards her. His mass nudged around her private area, pressing and smearing in clumsy, awkward ways until it finally found some kind of purchase against her slippy, wet lips-- it flung to the side, rolling off her entrance due to its moisture, before with a nudge he found the mark again and pushed, sucking in a breath as her hole opened up to welcome him inside.

Thomas shuddered against her and pressed his body down to hers, whimpering against her neck as Margaret breathed a sigh, hooking her legs around him. She shifted under him slightly to adjust and felt him sink deeper, though not nearly enough to satisfy her...unlike other men she'd been with, he wasn't wild and rough, nor was he romantic or affectionate...he was, in a word, inexperienced, and it showed in the way he pushed all the way to the hilt and merely nestled there, as if he were unable to move. He grunted every so often against her neck, intermingled with sudden gasps and gentle quivers, whilst all the while he remained fully embedded in her. She wondered after a while whether she had pulled him in too close and couldn't move, but when she relaxed her legs he still declined to lift himself up. After a handful of moments, however, he started to shift and his hips lifted, but with it came a shaky exhale, followed by a very quick plunge down and a longer, deeper sigh. Margaret didn't understand at first, but the reason became clear when she felt the vivid twitching inside her experienced pussy-- he had climaxed already, just from a single thrust.

It was difficult for Margaret to hide her disappointment, which is why she was thankful that he had his head buried against her neck and wasn't looking directly at her, for she was unable to stop herself from scrunching up her face. The little throbbing of his young cock felt warm inside her and surprisingly smug, but did little to satisfy her, especially now that he was already done. He sighed against her neck, lifting his head up to lick at her cheek, before he moved higher to try and kiss her. She accepted it, of course-- though disappointed, he was still cute. He nestled into her for a few moments longer, panting quietly against her body, before he slowly pulled back and abruptly rolled, swinging to the side and flopping onto his back. A hum escaped him, one that sounded rather exhausted, before he turned his head to look at Margaret, grinning sheepishly at her. By that point, she had smoothed out her expression and she smiled back at him, doing a good job of suppressing her disappointment.

"That was great." He murmured, rolling to his side and cuddling up against her, his head pressed to her shoulder. She hummed, not wanting to really vocalise too much in case she didn't sound genuine, and thankfully Thomas bought it, satisfied. She lay there for a moment as the two fell into another quiet silence, and the boy's breathing began to slow. When Margaret turned to get her cell phone, she realised that the boy was completely and utterly asleep, tired from 'having sex' with her. She sat up, grimacing at the lack of proper satisfaction-- was this a girl's equivalent of being 'blue-balled?'-- before she unlocked her phone and browsed, briefly, on social media. Her little ears twisted to listen to the sounds of Thomas's breathing, wondering if had woken up as she moved, but she came to realise two things: the first was that he was completely passed out, and the second was the lack of boyish laughter coming from downstairs. Curiosity got the better of her, and she slid from the bed, taking Thomas's hoodie and sliding it over her smaller frame; it did a perfect job of covering all the important parts without feeling too revealing, and so it was all she wore as she quietly left the room, heading downstairs.

As she suspected, Jason's friends were nowhere to be seen inside. She could hear the laughter beyond, however, and a quick peek down the hallway to the kitchen, where there was clear sight of the backyard through the back door, all but confirmed they were messing around outside. The sun was still out, but none of them were playing sports or throwing around some of Thomas's outdoor toys-- instead, they were just sitting around talking. It seemed cosy, and if she were older, she might have hung out with them...but as it was, Thomas was waiting upstairs, and all she wanted was a snack.

Padding into the kitchen, Margaret pushed herself up onto the tips of her paws and reached for one of the high cupboards above the counters, just barely managing to pull open the door to see the snacks inside. On a higher shelf sat a theatre box of candy and she grimaced, straining to reach it, before she relented. She was about to turn for a stool from the island counter she could hop up onto, but all of a sudden she felt a hand on her shoulder, sliding down to her back. She jumped and yelped, whirling around on the spot, only to be greeted by someone familiar; Jason.

"Pussy," Jason laughed at her, before looking up to the cupboard. "You after the Tamales?"

"Can you get them for me?" She batted her eyes at him and he pulled a face at her, somewhere between a smirk and a grin, before he reached up and grabbed them, placing them on the counter behind her. With a giggle and turned, vocalising her thanks by way of wiggling her body. Jason's hand moved back to her shoulder again and he leant over slightly, sniffing the air as his hand trailed down to the small of her back.

"You had sex, didn't you?" He asked with a growl and she stiffened, surprised, before she relaxed. She could feel his hand sneaking in under her sweater, toying around her back towards the base of her tail, before he crouched low enough to take a good handful of one of her small cheeks. He squeezed and she giggled, squirming against his grip.

"So?" She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye as she popped a few pieces of candy into her mouth, chewing thoughtfully as he examined her.

"I'm just surprised," Jason continued. "He finally got laid, huh? Bet he was disappointing, wasn't he?"

She didn't know if she necessarily wanted to answer that question, and he seemed to be able to tell she felt embarrassed about it. He leant forward a little further, his muzzle hovering inches from her right ear as his thumb slowly delved into the crack between her cheeks, spreading her ass apart with his hand. She sighed harshly through her nose and couldn't help but push back against his hand a bit-- she was still horny and unsatisfied, after all.

"He was awful, wasn't he?" He murmured quietly, growling subtly against her ear. "Bet you wish it was me that fucked that tight little cunt."

"J-Jason..." She half-whined, half-laughed, clamping her muzzle shut when he withdrew his hand and snuck it across her hip to her front, his fingers sliding down towards her wet entrance. His digits rolled in circles and plunged, pressing against her needy lips, fingers separating her underage pussy. She quivered slightly against his touch but surprisingly kept her composure.

"You're so wet," He murmured. "Damn, he couldn't even satisfy you? Bet you thought about me all the time...I can give you what you want, baby."

She felt guilty, but also thrilled. Something about the way he spoke to her was a huge turn-on, to the point where she couldn't resist. She pushed against him again, nudging her hips up and down, and he bowed his head to lick at her cheek, up to her ear, before his other hand moved. Where one pulled back from her crotch, the other snapped to her side, pulling upwards towards her armpit. The other joined suit on the other side shortly thereafter and with a grunt he hoisted her slender, light frame upwards, until her stomach slid over the tip of the kitchen counter. He pushed her forward with both hands and effectively bent her over it, causing her to put her hands in front to steady herself as her legs dangled off the edge, a good handful of inches off the ground.

"Yeah, I'm gonna fuck you real good, so you won't think about anyone else." He murmured, his teen hormonal instincts driving him as, behind her, he started to unbutton his jeans, wrestling his hand inside his pants to pull his already achingly-hard cock free, whilst the other pushed her sweater up a little to expose her ass a bit more. Margaret wiggled, excited her apprehensive.

"What about your friends?" She pointed out, aware they were outside talking and laughing.

"They can wait." The thought of them catching him in the act flew over his head, or perhaps they just didn't care, as he firmly grasped the base of his cock and pointed it down, smearing the head of it across her entrance; she was the perfect height when she was bent over the counter, and she couldn't suppress the shudder of delight that rolled over her when she felt herself being stimulated. She didn't want to entirely admit it, but she was desperate for it. Her tail wagged fervently and she wriggled her behind, huffing and whimpering with need. Jason teased her for a handful of moments longer before he, too, could no longer resist. With a grunt, he pushed into her slippy wet entrance, and easily sunk inside.

A sigh escaped him, intermingled with her own gasp of delight, as he pushed further and further until his cock was mostly in her, with just an inch or two yet to taste the warmth of her insides. He squeezed her hips with his hands, fingers digging against malleable flesh, and with a grunt he pulled back an inch before slamming into her again, causing her to gasp. She arched her back, stomach pressed to the counter, as a tickle of pleasure and satisfaction ran up her spine-- it was everything she ever wanted, and she couldn't help but stretch her legs out and moan with delight as he pressed into her. Lust swam through her, her innards clamping and gripping down, and slowly but surely Jason eased into eager thrusts, driven by his hormones and the desperation for sex.

They bucked and gyrated like wild animals, each short, rapid thrust eliciting a growl from either wolf as Jason pounded his teen cock away, the entire length slick with her juices and his pre-cum. She welcomed him readily, her lips gripping to every pistoning inch, her hands curled against the countertop as each slam of his hips drove her thighs against the edge, keeping her firm and steady. The wet sounds of their sex, slick and audible, bounced around the acoustics of the kitchen with only the occasional laughter and loud conversation serving as a backdrop alongside the quiet hum of the refrigerator. The two of them became caught up in the sounds of their mating, in the moans and growls as, over time, Jason's thrusts became quicker and harder, and Margaret's moans became louder and louder. She didn't care if the other teen boys outside heard her-- frankly, with how horny her 10-year-old body was, she would have loved for them to join in, to use and satisfy every orifice-- at that moment all her inhibitions were lowered and she was instead filled with complete and utter ecstasy.

"Oh fuck...yeah, you like that, baby?" Joson murmured, rolling his head back and closing his eyes to relish the feeling. "Shit, I'm gonna cum soon..."

"M-Me too...please don't stop...!" Margaret breathlessly begged, feeling her insides flex and quiver, every muscle in her body clenching and unclenching as spikes of dizzying pleasure shot up her body and made her body feel light. With each passing second the pleasure grew stronger, making her entire body prickle as she struggled to suppress the loud moans that escaped her muzzle, but it seemed like Jason cared little for how much noise she made, for he took was grunting and huffing to vocalise how much he was enjoying it.

Margaret trembled, a familiar feeling rushing over her before, quickly and abruptly, her entire body tensed up in an instant, relaxing all at once immediately after. A heavy and laboured sigh escaped her as everything but the tight canal of her cunt felt like jelly, whilst her pussy spasmed and milked his thrusting member as he drew closer to release. Shortly after she climaxed, he plunged inwards and his fingers dug against her slender cheeks as he finished too; thick teen spurts pumped straight into her, shooting deep into the heated warmth of her satisfied pussy, oozing around inside her until it started leaking out down the underside of his member and down his balls, his load too plentiful for her young body to take in so easily. It dripped, but only barely, as he dragged back, letting out a sharp sigh of contentedness as he withdrew from her completely. She would have liked him to stay a bit longer, but his friends were no doubt waiting, as Thomas was likely expecting her when she arrived.

"Thanks for the fuck," He panted, one hand grasping her ass for a moment before he backed off, and she heard him shuffling behind her to dress himself back up. "I need to head back out. Feel free to hit up my room later, if you want."

Margaret shifted and turned, watching as he winked at her before striding back towards the back door, adjusting his jeans before opening it up. He shouted out the those beyond and they laughed, before he headed outside and shut the door before even hearing her reply. The wolf cub took a moment to recuperate, to take a deep breath and relax, before she took the box of candy and headed back towards the hallway, making her way upstairs. When she reached Thomas's room, she found him fast asleep still, lying on his side. She stood there for a moment, glad he didn't wake up, before she crawled in bed beside him with the candy and laid down. She turned, and Thomas did so too, putting his arm around her and cuddling into his back. 

Margaret closed her eyes, unaware that Thomas was wide awake, and had heard everything...yet he said nothing. The two fell asleep shortly thereafter, the fate of their relationship written in the stars.