Nothing about babysitting sounded too difficult to Elliot. A rabbit in his late twenties of doughy build and gentle demeanor, Elliot got along well with the children he happened to meet during his day job as a barista. More than once, Elliot had put a smile on a young face by giving away a free cookie; he liked to see the little ones light up. He liked even more that their accompanying parent oftentimes tipped Elliot as thanks.

That was how Elliot had found himself propositioned to work for the Mardas family. Out for a morning of clothes shopping, the lovely Mrs. Mardas had stopped into a coffee shop with her precocious daughter in tow. Mrs. Mardas ordered an iced coffee for herself, hazelnut- and caramel-flavor, and for her daughter a juice box.

When he brought over Mrs. Mardas' freshly-poured iced coffee and a chilled box of Hi-C from the cooler behind the counter, the little girl beamed a smile up at him. Perfect baby teeth shining, honey-hued eyes warm and spotless, Elliot thought she was beautiful - for a child. He was quick to remind himself of that when her beauty struck him, and it troubled the rabbit that he felt the need to make this mental corrections. He was no pedophile, and that was that.

"Here you go," said the rabbit, smiling. Pink all over with a plush mop of hair which obscured his eyes, he looked like a lump of strawberry ice cream shaped into a rabbit. The earth tones of his uniform did little to distract from his pinkness, and if anything made his coloration even more outstanding.

The little girl said as she skewered her straw into her juice box, "You're all pink, you look silly."

Elliot chuckled easily. There had been a time jokes and remarks about his appearance bothered him. High school had made him callous with regards to teasing. He said playfully, "I ate too much taffy when I was your age. Be careful!"

She giggled - and Elliot thought the noise was musically pleasant. He reached into the clear case full of fresh cookies beside the register and asked, "What's your favorite kind of cookie?"

She looked up at her mother. The older bear smiled. "Well go on, Penny - you know what you like."

"Um, macadamia nut, please."

"Ooh, you have great taste," said Elliot, who immediately was hungry for one such cookie himself. He pulled out the cookie and slid it into a paper sleeve emblazoned with the coffee shop's name. As he passed it to her, Mrs. Mardas surreptitiously slid a ten dollar bill across the counter. Elliot smiled and tucked it into his tip basket, which bristled with so many bills that it resembled some sort of square-leafed thistle.

"Tha-a-anks, mister," Penny cooed, beaming up at the rabbit. "You're nice!"

"Aw, I try to be. The taffy made me really sweet," he teased. "You guys have a nice day, okay?"

It would have been the end of Elliot's interactions with Penny. He would never have known the kind of hellion the little bear was if the next customer had not come in when he did.

Of average height, slender build, long blonde hair and raccoon markings, the foxcoon was a regular face at the coffee shop. He came in each morning for a coffee, always something different, and he never said very much except please and thank you. Elliot recognized him but did not know his name. He was preparing to greet the fox when the bears did it for him.

"Desmond!" Mrs. Mardas said, startling the foxcoon who had not seen her on his way to the counter.

"Oh-, Mrs. Mardas," he said, smiling. "Uh, and Penny."

"Hi-i-i, Desmond," Penny giggled, and she squeezed the fox around the middle. Desmond patted her head with an awkwardness Elliot understood; being hugged by children, even relatives, was an uncomfortable scene. But the little girl's energy at seeing someone who seemed to be a friend made Elliot smile.

Elliot listened without meaning to as he tended to other customers coming and going. Mrs. Mardas asked him how his boyfriend was; Desmond said that things were just fine; she asked him if he could make some time to watch Penny this weekend; he regretfully told her he had plans.

"Well, that's all right, you do have a life of your own," Mrs. Mardas said, smiling. "Please, say hello to Arthur for me."

"Yeah, say hello to Artie," Penny giggled.

"I will," Desmond murmured, and he left without ever getting his coffee.

Immediately Mrs. Mardas turned to Elliot. With a break in the flow of customers, the rabbit had her undivided attention for better or worse. He smiled and asked, "Anything else I can get you?"

The bear sipped her coffee, as chatting Desmond up had been thirsty work. Then she smiled and said, "This may be a bit odd to ask so suddenly - but Penny quite likes you, and so do I. Would you care for make a little extra money this Saturday, dear?"

Elliot's mind hit on something filthy. He almost smirked, and he definitely blushed. Then he asked, "Oh? What might that be?"

She wanted him to babysit. Elliot, barista by day and gamer by night, had agreed tentatively.

Thinking it over now, four days later, Elliot wondered why he had hesitated. The girl was an angel. Sweet, well-mannered, obedient. He ordered pizza - sausage and mushroom, her favorite - but she didn't mind when he had pepperoni, bacon, ham and onions added to half of it. She was delighted that he played video games with her. The newest installment of [i]Mortal Kombat[/i] was her favorite. Though mom had strictly forbidden M-rated games, Penny pleaded and Elliot found it impossible to argue with those cute honey eyes.

Of course, it had been a trick. Penny was not new at the game. She slaughtered Elliot, figuratively and literally. At the end of every match, Penny was the victor and she maimed his character each time with a fatality finisher.

Looking at his character's headless, spurting neck, Elliot murmured, "Something tells me you play this a lot."

"So-o-ometimes I do," Penny tittered. She turned to Elliot, beside her on the couch, and stuck her tongue out at him impishly.

Elliot stuck out his tongue right back. Penny giggled wildly, then lunged up and smacked a smooch on his lips.

"Um-, okay, now," Elliot laughed. "None of that."

The bear tilted her head. "Why, what's the matter, Elliot?" Penny asked, appearing genuinely curious. "Don't you like kisses?"

The rabbit set down his controller. "Well-, see, kisses are okay for-, um... you can kiss your mom and dad, and I guess-, I guess your aunts and cousins, and-"

Penny slowly gained a wry grin. As she grinned, Elliot's words failed him. Elliot had been around plenty of children of all dispositions, had seen grins and frowns aplenty, but in Penny's expression was a strange adult quality. Beholding the coyness in her gaze made him feel like a piece of meat, sexualized in a fashion he was unfamiliar with.

"Um... Penny," he muttered, cheeks red as beets.

"You're su-u-uch a dork, Ellie," Penny sneered. She pushed herself on him. Though he was big and plump, he was also as unassertive as a broken housewife. As he laid back on the couch he softly whined and kept his paws to himself.

The girl kissed him again, lips grinding on his pronounced overbite. This was not a gentle, sweet peck but the beginning of a raunchy kiss. As if to make the message clear, Penny palmed the groin of his shorts and squeezed the semihard rod of his penis.

"Holy fu-, holy crap," Elliot whined, too startled to realize the absurdity of maintaining PG language around a sexually voracious cub. "I don't, uh, I don't like little girls..."

"Really? Your cock is getting hard," Penny giggled, showing a hint of her innocent facade. "Feels pretty [i]small[/i] too. Good thing you want to fuck me. Since I'm a kid, I'll make it look so-o-o big."

"Holy shit, oh, holy shit," Elliot wheezed, cheeks hot as embers and penis stiffening at an alarming pace. "Please-, please no."

"Please [i]yes,[/i] more like," Penny snickered. She pushed another kiss on him and this time her tongue slipped under his overbite, curled over its edges. As she pulled back her tongue she cooed to him, ground against him. Nose to nose, she asked, "You like Desmond?"

Elliot was shuddering, cock almost fully erect and he could do nothing to stop it. "Desmond, who is-?" Then he remembered the foxcoon. He said, "Um, he's okay? We're not friends or anything..."

Penny giggled. "Oh, you [i]will be[/i] after tonight, though! I'm gonna make you guys fuck." She pushed off of Elliot and made her way into the kitchen, skipping and dancing with effortless grace and endless energy.

The rabbit sat up slowly. Standing was out of the question; his legs felt like a certain famous gelatin dessert. But his long lop ears could listen well, and he overheard Penny on the phone.

"That's right, I want you to come visit, and come [i]quick.[/i] This guy is so-o-o horny. He asked me not to tell you, but he said he wants to fuck you so hard that you won't be able to walk!"

Elliot cringed. Evidently Desmond's reaction was amusing because Penny shrieked laughter. Then she conceded, "Yeah, well, maybe he didn't say it [i]exactly[/i] like that, but-, just get over here, dork!" She was laughing when she hung up, giggling by the time she came back to Elliot. Right in front of him, she peeled off the pink tee she had been wearing since he arrived. Too flat for even a training bra, Penny was naked beneath, and the smooth plane of her chest broken up by pert nipples drew the rabbit's gaze immediately.

An adult's lurid grin on her face, Penny toyed with her nipples. Small and pert, of a brown shade like light coffee, they titillated the rabbit. He gnawed his lower lip with his overbite and softly whined. Though small, his penis pushed noticeably against the fabric of his shorts.

"What, you some kind of pedo?" Penny asked, smirking. "Looking at my little flat chest like that. Gawd. I bet you'd love to lick my nipples, huh?"

The rabbit cringed again. He squeezed his kneecaps and found himself wondering how anybody was supposed to cope with being seduced by a child.

Penny's paws, small and soft and padded, curled around Elliot's shoulders. She pulled him downward, cooing as she did, "C'mon, Ellie, lick my nipples. Lick the-e-em. You want them so badly, I know you're dying for it..."

Elliot's nose brushed her smooth chest. It was incredible how smooth she was and this was accentuated by the silken quality of her young coat. Shuddering, unable to converse in even monosyllable, Elliot allowed his tongue to drag across a nipple and its surrounding velvet fur. The bear moaned, perhaps overmuch, but Elliot's penis oozed a wad of precum regardless of her authenticity. His eyes shut but his tongue licked again, and he shuddered as he submitted to the cub.

"That's a good bunny," Penny cooed, rubbing his ears, stroking their length lovingly. "Lick me, Ellie, li-i-ick my chest. I'll even let you lick my little pussy, if you want to."

Elliot whined, staring at the child through fuzzy hair, and Penny gazed back, peering at the mop of his hair to where she guessed his eyes should be. The giggle she gave was soft and sweet, ill-fitting for a sexual predator in the body of a child. Down went her paws to the waistband of her pants. They were a pale pink with white and yellow butterflies fluttering across their fabric - pajama bottoms, loose-fitting but warm. She eased them down her nearly featureless hips and did a shimmy to help them downward.

No panties to contend with, nothing to get in the way of Elliot's crisis of sexuality. He eyed the split which was her sex, smooth and delicate without curls of censoring pubic hair. His head was again held, guided by Penny's soft paws, and his quivering nostrils touched her pelvis, overbite brushing pussylips. Elliot whined again; Penny shushed him, said teasingly, "You love little girl pussy. You know you do, dweeb."

Elliot's eyes closed, as if being unable to see the child made him less of a pedophile. Under his protruding overbite slipped his tongue, its surface smooth young cuntlips dressed in tan fur so thin and delicate that the the pinkness of her flesh showed through like a blush. Softly Penny cooed and she palmed his ears, ruffled his hair. "Yeah. Yeah, lick me," she quietly growled.

The idea of arguing faded into nothingness. Elliot was ashamed but intensely horny and his nostrils drank in the immature vaginal scent of the girl more than his tongue caressed the folds of her sex. Several moments passed before Penny asked slyly, "You like my smell?"

"I-, well, well, see," muttered Elliot, who rocked back on his knees and cupped his clothed genitals. His penis ached, but taking it out seemed an irreversible step: he worried if he showed her his penis, if she touched his naked cock, then there was no hope of ever convincing himself he was not a pedophile.

"I just-, I really love smells..."

Penny smiled. The tuft of her tail wriggled. "You do-o-o, huh?" cooed the child. She traced a finger around his crown, leaving short-lived furrows in his mop of hair. "Well, I like smells too... I bet a chubby guy like you [i]sweats[/i] a lot."

Elliot stared at her, mouth agape. "You, uh, want to smell me?"

"Maybe," the bear was quick to say. She grinned. Headlights shone through the front window. Elliot saw them on the wall and started to panic but the bear turned on her heel, pulled apart the cheeks of her ass and said firmly, "Don't worry about that, sniff my asshole!"

"But-, but there's a car-," Elliot bleated. "You need to get dressed!"

"It's just [i]Desmond,"[/i] Penny groaned, and with the emphasis shoved her spread ass against the rabbit. Like a wedge, his short, broad snout packed between her cheeks and his nosepad touched the bud of her anus. Its flesh was snug and pink, clean but musky - all of the things which Elliot craved. Instinctively he grasped her legs and he noted the tightness, the smoothness, how she was toned yet girlish. They were ballerina legs, he thought.

He snuffled her anus, devoured her scent, and shuddered between his greedy hits. His cock pulsated, leaking so strongly that he felt as if he had lost control and wet himself. He sucked a particularly hard hit off her anus, then said in a quavering voice, "Oh-, oh holy fuck, it's so-, [i]so[/i] good..."

"Bet your big, tubby butt it is," growled Penny, grinning broadly.

The front door opened. Elliot flinched but Penny held him by his ears, pulling them around as if she meant to tie them like a belt across her hips. "No, you keep sniffing me," Penny growled.

Elliot did; he was only too happy to do so, nerves aside. As a rabbit who ate ass to surreptitiously sniff it, who sometimes fingered himself so he could sample his own stout anal musk as he masturbated, Elliot was a shameful but voracious sniffer of ass. The asshole of a beautiful and terribly seductive cub, even more so.

From behind, Desmond asked, "What the fuck, Penny?"

The rabbit looked back at the foxcoon with a blush in his cheeks and paws over his groin. "Um, hello," muttered Elliot.

Penny snickered. She patted Elliot's head, sauntered over to the foxcoon, pulled him down by the collar of his shirt and planted a kiss on his lips. Elliot watched, feeling a twinge of wonder as Desmond kissed back without hesitation.

"Desmond, this is Elliot. Elliot, Desmond. You dorks met at that coffee shop."

"Hi, Elliot," Desmond said.

"Hello," the rabbit answered.

The little bear sidled up to Desmond and cooed, "Ellie here was just snorting my ass. Turns out he loves to sniff ass."

"Boy, that makes two of you," Desmond huffed.

"Three of us," Penny giggled. "Don't let him fool you, Ellie, Desmond loves to sniff ass too. He's fucked up like you."

Still kneeling, Elliot asked, "Um, so, what now?"

The bear smiled at him, then turned her smile on Desmond, who wordlessly began to undress. Elliot, following the example laid out, undressed as well. His fears of showing his naked penis to the child had gone, driven out by his snuffling of her musky behind. What was left was a subservient, albeit nervous rabbit.

Both boys stood nude for Penny, small genitals on display, the rabbit a hint larger than the foxcoon. Penny gave both of their small, uncircumcised cocks a visual inspection, then said with a giggle, "Desmond, you lose again. Now kiss for me!"

Elliot glanced at Desmond's penis and smiled. It was very rare he was the bigger one; but bullying was not in his nature, and if anything, being bigger was embarrassing in itself because of the attention it might bring his way. He covered his penis demurely, then absently asked, "Kiss?"

"Penny likes gay porn," Desmond said dryly. "Especially live shows."

"Mmhmm," Penny cooed. "So get to kissing. And rub those [i]little[/i] dicks together."

Elliot moved closer to the foxcoon, smiling and blushing. Desmond was cute, he thought - there were certainly worse guys to kiss. He leaned in, made to peck the fox, but Desmond kissed him abruptly and Elliot uttered a squeak of surprise.

Desmond's arms slid around Elliot's back and Elliot held him in turn, finding pleasure in the fox's twinkish lines and downy fur. Desmond's fingers slid down to the doughy cheeks of Elliot's bottom and squeezed both. He said with nose touching the rabbit's, "Your ass is nice and soft."

Elliot kissed the foxcoon, lips parting. Desmond kissed back, tongue feeling around Elliot's overbite, brushing over the surface of the rabbit's tongue. Elliot quietly moaned, quick to assume the submissive role. He inched in closer and his cock brushed the small, stiff root of Desmond's penis. Then came Penny's paw, gripping them both together, making the tips grind. Both boys shivered at the penile contact.

"You guys are leaking [i]so-o-o[/i] much," Penny said, awe and lust in her voice. "Gawd, Elliot, you're messy."

Penny's comments only deepened Elliot's blush. He retreated deeper into Desmond's kiss, giving the foxcoon laps in return, grinding against the smaller, thinner fox, savoring the soft moans and coos his surprise partner made with every touch.

Soon Penny's paw drifted away from the two small penises. Across Elliot's broad thigh she went, stepping around behind him where she palmed his ass cheeks. Even with Desmond staking a claim on them, there was plenty of land left to grab; Penny pried them open with her small, insistent fingers and said with a lusty snarl, "Fuck, look at how sweaty you are, Ellie."

It was a source of embarrassment for the rabbit, his tendency to sweat right through his clothes. He pulled out of the kiss abruptly and said to the hungry bear, "I'm-, uh, I'm sorry, I can't help it. I just kinda get swampy."

"Relax," Desmond said, smiling. "She enjoys it."

"The coonfox speaks the truth," Penny said grandly, then giggled at her own wit. Suddenly she packed her snout into his crack, nostrils crushing into his anus which was small and pink, glittering with a spotty coating of sweat. She smelled his rim, grumbled hotly, dragged her tongue up through his crack and over the pucker too. Elliot gasped and Desmond nuzzled with him, planting soft kisses along his neck and jaw. Elliot whimpered, tail tuft wriggling, penis throbbing with life.

"Smells so-o-o good," Penny mewled. "I love when guys are kinda chubby." She ground her muzzle against an ass cheek, cooing as she nuzzled. "I can't decide who's gonna fuck who now. Bu-u-ut I don't think Desmond would even make it past these big cheeks."

Elliot leaned firmly into Desmond, penises rubbing like clashing blades. He nosed the foxcoon's neck, soft blissful whimpers rising up his throat like wheezes. "I-I, uh, I can top... or bottom... I'm okay with either, I mean."

Penny kneaded Elliot's cheeks. Pulled them apart, let go of them, watched them clap together and wobble like big pink gelatin molds. She giggled. "Dezzy, what do [i]you[/i] think?"

"I guess I could get fucked," Desmond bashfully said.

"Then let's do tha-a-at," sing-songed Penny, and then she gave a smack to Elliot's ass. The rabbit yelped and Penny giggled riotously. "Your butt jiggles [i]so much![/i] It's hot!"

Elliot rubbed his butt, then murmured, "Um, do we-, do we do it here?" He glanced around the posh Mardas living room and thought it unwise to sprinkle cum on the carpet.

"Let's do it in my room," Penny said. She walked briskly to the hall. Elliot followed, Desmond taking the rear, both walking with small, stiff cocks wagging.

With the practiced eye of a director, Penny ordered Desmond to lie face down on the bed and Elliot to kneel behind him. Kneeling on her small swiveling desk chair, backwards so that she hugged the backrest, she growled, "Now eat Desmond's butt! Get him all slobbery so you can fuck him."

If there was one thing Elliot could do well, it was eat ass. He pulled apart Desmond's cheeks with the love of an artisan baker working dough. Desmond's small pink anus was an alluring thing. Elliot was shy with the opposite sex but had no such fear of males, though being in a ten-year-old girl's tacky bedroom kept the rabbit somewhat on edge.

Elliot touched his quivering nose to Desmond's anus. An inhalation, then a shudder, and his small but stiff penis flexed. "Ooh-, oh, you smell good."

"He does," Penny agreed, growling lustily. "Eat him, though... don't sniff him."

It was hard not to sniff, and so Elliot cheated and did both. Between his slobbery slurps he touched his nose to Desmond's increasingly polished rim. Anal musk wafted into his nostrils, thicker and richer than Penny's because Desmond was an adult. Penny's musk was prepubescent, undeveloped, but there had been pleasure in that as well.

Desmond, used to being the bottom in Penny's games, pulled Penny's small, fluffy pillow under his chin and sighed. A smile was on his face, eyes closed, tail softly flicking and swishing as Elliot alternately sniffed and snacked. He said, "This guy eats pretty good ass. Nice pick, Penny."

"My mom picked him," Penny said, snickering and shifting her weight side to side, making her chair lazily twist with her. "Ellie-e-e, you about done lubing him up? I wanna see your little dick inside his butt!"

Elliot, nose parked in Desmond's anus, reached between his fat thighs and tweaked his rather inoffensive penis. From inside of Desmond's ass crack he said, "Y-yeah. Yeah, I think I'm done. He's so slick. And he smells so good."

"He really does," Penny wistfully said. She cupped her young sex, began to tease her lips. She shivered as she played with herself. "Mm, hurry up, Ellie."

The chubby rabbit reluctantly pulled his snout free. He crawled over Desmond and was both aware of his weight and reverent towards Desmond's fine body. His penis slipped into Desmond's crack; the foxcoon's snug cheeks gripped him just enough that his foreskin was tugged back. Plush orange fur teased his glans and he leaked thick wads of precum into Desmond's warm, fluffy crevice. He shuddered and whined, gripped his cock, guided it forcefully to Desmond's slick hole. Just getting past the foxcoon's ass cheeks proved troublesome but Elliot managed it.

Elliot plunged into Desmond without a word, but the two shared a moan. Elliot's was more drawn-out, almost musical, but Desmond's was something of a grunt. He hugged Penny's pillow and shuddered.

"Fuck. You're kind of a chode," the fox huffed.

"I-I know, sorry," Elliot murmured, sinking in as deep as he could go. Three inches was what the rabbit had to offer, but those three inches were exceptionally thick - the chode Desmond had mentioned. "Gawd... but your butt feels good. I haven't been on top in, um, like a couple years at least. So I'm sorry if I'm not great at this."

"You're fine," Desmond said, shushing the rabbit sweetly. "Just move your hips. Take it slow, yeah?"

"Fuck that," Penny cackled. "I want you to [i]fuck[/i] Desmond, this slow stuff is [i]lame."[/i]

Elliot's cheeks felt red-hot by his own measure. He glanced at Penny, whose soft brown body was only partially obscured by the backrest of the chair. Fingers buried in her little cunt, wetness loping down her thighs in slobbery ribbons. He shuddered and leaned into Desmond, letting doughy, sweaty rolls of fat rest on the coonfox. Beneath him Desmond huffed but moaned. As if reading Elliot's mind, he said, "Don't worry about smushing me, Elliot. I kinda like guys with some meat on their bones."

"Yuh-, yeah, sure," Elliot replied, some relief in his voice. His hips moved clumsily. More than once his fat prick popped out of Desmond and the foxcoon cringed each time. Elliot was always quick to profusely apologize, and each time he shoved it back inside, invariably causing Desmond to gasp or whine again.

Penny watched the awkward sex for a few minutes. Seeing Elliot fuck up was half the fun; he was cute and insecure, definitely not a top. Desmond could at least put on a show when he was the top, little prick or not. As she slipped her fingers in as deep as they could go, she thought of making them stop. Make them start over. Desmond eating Elliot's fat and smelly ass; Desmond struggling to get past Elliot's big ass cheeks with his little dick. The idea was cute. She strummed a nipple, softly cooed. Finally she decided she was tired of the games. She hopped gracefully off of her chair and knelt on the bed.

"Get off, dork," Penny said, shoving Elliot's hip with sticky fingers.

"But-, I'm trying to screw Desmond like you asked," Elliot feebly protested even as he pulled out of Desmond. This gentler exit still made the foxcoon wince; Elliot muttered, "God, I'm sorry."

"It's fine," Desmond hissed. He lay there, tail swishing, huffing. His anus was somewhat reddened and swollen, but still a pucker - no gape.

Under Penny's direction, Desmond got off the bed and Elliot took his place, but on his back. There the rabbit lie, wondering why the bed was sized for an adult, penis stiff and wet with a thin veneer of drool and precum. Desmond's anal scent was thick on its stubby length.

"Um, s-so, is Desmond gonna ride me?" Elliot lamely asked, gazing at the foxcoon standing nearby.

"No-o-ope," said Penny, clambering onto Elliot's pudgy frame. She straddled his hips, brushed her rear against his small but turgid cock. [i]"I'm[/i] going to ride you. And maybe Desmond can get sucked off or something."

Elliot gawped at the bear and her smooth, flawless body. Horrible pedophile urges crept from the back of his mind where they had retreated once he started to smooch Desmond. He was absolutely certain that this night would end with a prison sentence.

"Penny, I'm not-, please, I'm not a-"

"Yes you are," Penny said dryly. She gripped his cock in a firm little paw and held it steady, though it was so stubby and thick that it needed little bracing to begin with. She rubbed her young sex against its head and Elliot shuddered with a low, wounded noise. His fingers bunched up the sheets in fists. He grimaced and his blush seemed now white-hot.

As Penny opened her pussy with Elliot's fat, short cock, she loosed a long and low moan. Elliot whined, writhed, toes curling. Precum gushed into the child but she was already wet enough for the both of them. Her pussy was so tight, so smooth, like a sleeve of velvet. It gripped him with force he did not expect.

Elliot bleated, "Oh, fuck, I've never been with a girl!"

Desmond smirked crookedly and knelt on the bed. "What, you mean a little girl? Like Penny?"

Penny gained a devilish grin which seemed right at home on her young face. She came to a rest upon Elliot's loins and sighed with pleasure. "No-o-o... Ellie's never been with a [i]woman,[/i] period. Right?"

"Ye-, yes," said Elliot in a small voice. "I never thought my first time with, um," he hesitated, "a woman would actually be with a kid."

The bear giggled. She started to bounce, moving slowly, gently. Whether it was because of the stretch or because she didn't want to overwhelm Elliot, only she knew. "Well, sorry to tell you it's a-a-all downhill from here, Ellie. I've got the best pussy you'll ever feel."

Desmond sidled up to Elliot. It took some doing as the bed was only twin sized and the wide rabbit was squarely in the middle. He kissed Elliot's cheek and cooed, "Honestly, she's not lying. Penny's an awful little shit, but she's such a good lay."

"Thanks, Desmond," Penny replied with heaps of sarcasm. "I really appreciate the support."

"Fuck you, Penny," Desmond snapped, and slid an arm over Elliot. His paw brushed the rabbit's moobs on its way to his flank. "Hey, just try to chill, okay? Just enjoy it... that's all you can really do until she decides you're done."

"But I'm-, I'm not a pedophile," Elliot lamely said. Even he was unconvinced by his plea. "Oh, fuck, I'm gonna go to jail."

"No you're no-o-ot, dummy," Penny huffed. Pleasure thickened her words somewhat. She strummed her nipples at the top of a bounce and softly pinched them as she lowered herself. "Oof, fuck. Your dick's so thick, Ellie. Almost too big for a little girl." Elliot whined again.

Penny leered down at the rabbit's face. His expression was plaintive, mouth open, tongue lolling somewhat as he panted. He pawed at Desmond as if for comfort but his eyes were fixed on Penny. Even through the obscuring mop of his hair, she seemed to be staring right into his eyes and he found himself unable to avoid her stare.

"Ooh, Ellie," crooned Penny, the lust in her high, prepubescent voice sending dueling chills of pleasure and revulsion down the rabbit's spine. She placed both paws on his chubby belly, tickled around his navel, and said after his involuntary titter, "I think Ellie needs some [i]butt[/i] to sniff if he's gonna cum." She spoke without removing her eyes from his. "What do you think, Dezzy?"

Oftentimes the butt of Penny's jokes and the bottom in her live sex shows, Desmond was pleased with the rare dominant opportunity the bear had laid out. He smiled and started to straighten up, kneeling beside Elliot then straddling him, facing Penny. The rabbit gave no protest as Desmond sat down; he wriggled his snout into the foxcoon's crevice and took some comfort from the adult, male scent Desmond's anus offered. It was his only respite from the girl.

Elliot's nostrils quivered against the bud of Desmond's anus; Desmond quietly moaned and gyrated against the rabbit's short snout. He said warmly, "Good idea, Penny."

"I guess I have to be nice to you [i]sometimes,"[/i] she said with a giggle - one tinged with her usual deviousness. She felt her way slowly up Elliot's gut, brushing the undersides of his moobs before returning to the rolls of his stomach. Her hips bounced against his at a brisk pace, driven by her athletic legs and boundless, youthful energy.

Underneath Desmond, Elliot snuffled and whimpered; and under Penny, he squirmed with his legs and bucked his hips irregularly, penis throbbing hard in what seemed to be the hottest, snuggest hole he had ever put it in. He pawed around Desmond's mature body and tried to take comfort in molesting an adult, but Penny dominated his thoughts even as Desmond's anal musk filled his sinuses. Elliot's balls became taut, toes curling, and he bleated from underneath Desmond's soft round ass, "I'm not a pedophile, please-, please don't let me cum inside of her!"

Penny snickered and even Desmond grinned. He planted a kiss on Penny's lips. It surprised the little bear but she returned it, fondly stroked Desmond's cheek, and cooed intimately to the foxcoon, "Aw, I knew you loved me."

"Don't remind me, you little bitch," Desmond replied, smiling and blushing. Penny grabbed his penis and tugged it quickly; nobody handled Desmond's cock as well as she did. Even Desmond, though he never would admit it, knew the girl was good at jerking him off.

With a sudden cry and sinuses full of Desmond's musk, Elliot spurted his cum into the child. The short length of his penis belied the fact that he was messy when he came. The cum he pumped into miss Mardas was so thick and voluminous that Penny slowed her bounces to nearly a halt, and she groaned with the kind of satisfaction only a well-creamed cunt gave her. She said as she picked up her pace again, "Ooh, fuck, what a big mess. I bet you only cum like that for little girls..."

"Nuh-, no, no," Elliot bleated, curling his toes further and twisting his legs inward. His orgasm was leveling off, leaving Penny so full of cum that it rolled down Elliot's cock in thick strands. His penis became terribly sensitive but Penny kept riding, showing no signs of stopping. The rabbit grunted and writhed but was too submissive to shove Penny away - and enjoyed the stink of Desmond's musky anus too much to want him off. "No, I'm so-, I'm too sensitive!" Elliot blurted out. "Oh, fuck, stop!"

Desmond, grinning at Penny's smirking face, forced his rump down on Elliot's face. The rabbit's voice was muffled into obscurity and his breathing sharpened. He said as he circled one of Penny's nipples with a blunt claw, "Once he goes soft, want to ride me?"

"Su-u-ure," Penny sighed. She closed her eyes and let out a pleasurable coo. Her paw on Desmond's penis slowed; her palm was slippery with his precum. "I should make you do this more often, you're great at being mean when you want to be."

Desmond kissed her again. "I learned from the best, didn't I?"

The little bear giggled. She cupped the back of his neck in both her soft paws and smooched him big and wet. She wriggled against Elliot, who groaned miserably under the foxcoon. His ankles were now crossed and he was trembling; his penis felt so tender and overworked that he feared it might fall off. Only then, as Penny was still and kissing Desmond, did his cock finally soften.

Penny pulled off of the rabbit and said with a huff, "Lame, he's already done."

The foxcoon was unfazed. He shifted on Elliot who grunted under his smothering ass. Reclined somewhat, small but hard penis jutting out from his loins, he wordlessly offered himself to the bear.

Penny smiled. Dripping cum where she went like a snail trail, she straddled Desmond, coupled with him, added her weight to the rabbit's face. With Elliot whimpering and snuffling for air against Desmond's winking anus, both the foxcoon and the bear shared in the pleasure.