Torsten settled into his seat and picked up his work-issue smartphone. With a finger, he flicked through a tree of addresses, backing out into progressively bigger trees until he was at the neighborhood level. It was six PM in the winter, and that meant the sky was almost black and the air was bitterly cold. With a kind of youthful machismo, Torsten welcomed the cold. He was part wolf, part lion, and his plush mane kept him warm like a natural scarf.

There was one neighborhood left to do and then he was off the clock. He expected to be home by eight, relaxing in his living room under a blanket. Normally Torsten wasn't a delivery driver but the overtime had been too good to pass up, so he filled in for a coworker knocked down by the flu. There was no such thing as too much money in the bank; Torsten was happy to earn it if he could.

His deliveries went quickly enough despite the large cluster of them. The cul-de-sac he finished in was flush with expensive homes. Boxes with Amazon, eBay, Walmart and Target logos on them filled the truck he drove. At least none of them were very heavy - but Torsten was muscular and young. What was only heavy to him required a handcart for the other drivers.

He pulled up to the last home on his list and removed the last three boxes. He stacked them progressively smaller like a pyramid and carried them handily to the front door, his soft breaths puffing vapor into the air. Holding the packages to his chest and tucking them under his chin, he pressed the doorbell button with a knuckle and waited.

The door opened within a few moments. After a moment, Torsten looked over the packages and saw the little girl who greeted him. She was small, maybe nine or ten years old if Torsten had to guess. She was a cute bear and she grinned at Torsten with a full set of lovely white teeth.

"Delivery for Mr. Mardas," Torsten said politely. He liked kids; he hoped for some of his own one day. Sincerely, he asked, "Is he here, sweetie?"

"Nuh-uh," the girl replied. "My brother's here. I guess he can sign if you need someone to do that. He's asleep though."

He stepped in with the girl's invitation and set the packages against the wall. "No, that's not necessary," he said. He turned to leave, then paused. Torsten was quiet, even taciturn at times, but he did occasionally speak his mind when things stood out to him as amiss or inappropriate.

"Aren't you a bit young to be all alone? It's dark out here. I could have been anybody."

The girl tilted her head. The ponytail her hair was tied into dangled behind her back. Looking down at her, Torsten realized he could see down her shirt and glimpse her pink nipples. He hastily looked away and assured himself it was only an accident. And for the time being, that was indeed the case.

"What do you mean [i]a-a-anybody?"[/i] the girl asked.

"I mean-," Torsten had his palm on the doorknob. His truck idled at the end of the driveway. "Uh. I mean, stranger danger."

"Oh," the girl said. She seemed to understand. Then she touched his hip, quickly migrating her paw over to his crotch. Torsten stared down at her, his expression wide-eyed and disbelieving. "You mean like a murderer. Or a [i]rapist."[/i]

"Those are-," Torsten blinked, "those are awfully loaded words for a girl your age." He tried to shoo away her paw but she held on insistently.

"Well you're not a stranger if we know each other's names, right?" She winked. "I'm Penny! Who're you, mister delivery man?"

He leaned against the door. It occurred to him how absurd this was - him warning her about strangers and her turning out to be the rapist. "I'm Torsten," he answered quietly. "Penny, I need to go."

"Can't stay for a few minutes, Torry?" the bear asked. She pulled her loose-fitting pink shirt out and down by the neck, baring her nipples. "Bet you could," she giggled in the pause, "gimme a big package."

The wolf-lion gnawed at his lip until he made its flesh raw. His cold blue eyes studied her nipples and her adult gaze. He fumbled with the doorknob. His penis stiffened, emerging from its sheath undaunted by Penny's age. "What about your brother? Do your parents-?"

Penny interrupted him. "Brother doesn't ca-a-are and my mom and dad are on some dumb holiday cruise." She moved in closer and laid her head on his chest. Her paws slipped under the black khakis he wore and cupped the furry, soft mass of his scrotum.

Torsten uttered a whine of surprise. He pressed against the door so firmly it snicked shut. "I should-, I ought to shut my truck off at least, okay?"

The bear huffed. She pulled up his shirt, nuzzled under it, licked his belly and chest. A low growl welled in her small body. "Do you pay for gas?"

"Diesel, actually, but-, but no," Torsten mumbled.

"Then forget the truck," huffed Penny. She grinned up at him. "Ever fucked a little girl before?"

Torsten knew the course he was on but hearing Penny lay it out bluntly made his blood run cold. His testicles tightened and his stomach flipped as if he had suddenly received horrible, life-changing news.

"Of course not, I wouldn't ever-," he murmured, but stopped himself. He was looking at her smooth chest. A vision of that smooth plane, those little pink nipples battered over with his semen, plagued his mind. He huffed, whined. "You know I could get in trouble, don't you? Oh, fuck, the sex offender registry. I'd lose my job."

The little girl opened his fly. She did so deftly, and the speed unnerved Torsten even further, since even he had trouble with the button sometimes. "Nobody's gotten in trouble yet," she cooed. "So don't be a [i]weenie[/i] and you won't be the first, okay?"

Torsten watched, his mind reeling with disbelief, as Penny lowered his khakis and then his boxers. Her soft paws cupped his sheath, from which the tip of his cock peeked like lipstick, its hue pink as bubblegum. She kissed it and Torsten gasped. A thick wad of precum disgorged from his penis, slobbered up by Penny like a tasty treat. Then her little fingers pulled on his sheath, tugging it down, coaxing more of his cock into the toasty air of the living room.

"Holy shit, are these barbs?" the girl asked, sounding as thrilled as a lottery winner. "Fucking [i]score,[/i] you must be a cat or something."

"Lion," Torsten admitted, "and wolf."

Her honey-colored eyes gazed up at him. Naughtiness ruled her young face, turning sweetness into wickedness. She looked like a small adult. "Wolf? So-o-o, knot too?"

"Yeah, I've got a knot," the hapless driver said. "But-, but listen. I don't want to-," he considered his words, "put it inside of you, vaginally."

Penny snickered. "Why are you talking like that? You don't wanna put in my pussy? Why not?" As she spoke, she fondled his cock. Its flesh stiffened and grew, and gradually the knot began to plump his sheath. Her paws groped it where it was, causing him to spill more of his slippery precum.

Softly moaning, his wolfish tail beating the door, Torsten said, "I don't want to get anybody pregnant, so no vaginal, I'm not ready for kids yet, okay? Okay?"

The bear made a farting sound with her lips. "I'm [i]ten,[/i] stupid."

Torsten suddenly felt foolish. "You-, yes, you are, I guess." He growled, ears splaying down. "Forget it."

Penny pulled his cock. Torsten yipped with surprise. Then he followed the girl, who tugged his penis like it was a rein for a horse. Torsten whined, "Quit that!"

"Oh shut u-u-up, as if you don't pull on it even harder than this," snorted the bear. When she had him by the couch, she pushed him back onto its cream-colored cushions and straddled him. His cock vanished under her skirt and was brushed against by the crotch of her panties. Her humid heat titillated him through the fabric, which seemed so thin he imagined his cock punching a hole right through. A silly thought, one that never panned out in reality, but the fantasy was there. Tentatively he grasped her hips. Penny cooed, "That's a good boy. 'Bout time you touched me back."

The little bear smooched him and despite his fears, he kissed her back, but gently. His nervousness was painted on his face like a whore's makeup. Penny smiled and nuzzled with him. She cooed, "Relax, okay? You're not gonna get in trouble for this. I just wanna feel good and make you feel good, too."

Torsten nodded, and seemed to calm somewhat. That changed when footsteps thudded in the hall. Having forgotten all about her brother, Torsten tensed and hissed to her, "Who is that? Who's coming?"

Penny brushed him off. "Hi, Eric," she said, just as a taller, older, and male bear stepped into the living room. He was wearing sweat pants, no shirt on his muscular frame, and his hair was messy from sleep. "Eric, meet Torsten. Torsten, this is my gay-fag brother, Eric."

"Mm," Eric mumbled. He shambled to the fridge, ignoring the pair.

"See? He doesn't care," giggled Penny. She kissed the wolf-lion again, then nibbled his jawline. Her fingers closed around his wrists, moved his paws to her taut behind. "You like this?" she asked softly. "You like my butt?"

Eric walked into the living room, lips wet with soda. He looked at Torsten with mild interest. "You into guys?"

Torsten looked at Eric, startled. "Uh, no. I'm not." Then, shyly, "Sorry."

The older bear shrugged. "S'fine." He scratched his behind. "Your truck's running, you know."

"Yes, uh, I know," Torsten said. He squeezed Penny's behind. "I didn't know I'd be in here so long."

"Eri-i-ic, would you go shut it off for him?" the little girl asked. "Do that and I won't tell mom and dad you wash your sex toys in the kitchen sink."

"Fuck you, brat," Eric snapped. But he went out the door, and a few moments later, the blatting idle of the truck ended.

"He means well," Penny giggled. "You eat pussy? Your tongue probably has that cat thing, right?"

Torsten's cheeks felt hot like a fever. He looked away from Penny but the girl caught his muzzle and pulled him back. She planted a wet, obnoxiously loud kiss on his lips that came to an end the same time Eric came back in.

"Don't get any jizz stains on the goddamn couch," Eric growled. "Dad blamed me for the last one. Next time-."

"Next time wha-a-at?" Penny giggled. She laid her head on Torsten's shoulder and smiled at her brother. Her hips ground against the driver's crotch. Torsten shivered, huffed, and held on snugly to Penny. "You gonna tell mom and dad you've been letting me get stuffed by guys for the last three years?"

The older bear snorted, said something very rude but unintelligible under his breath, and left for his bedroom. Penny snickered, then gave Torsten a celebratory kiss on the lips. "What a dork."

"Should I go?" Torsten asked. There was a hint of hope in his voice.

[i]"No-o-ope,[/i] you got stuff to do right here. Packages you gotta deliver, presents we gotta open." Penny stood over his lap and slid down her panties, baring the delicate split of her pussylips and the slight, young musk that went with it. Torsten smelled her, but quietly. The only sign he was partaking was the flare of his nostrils.

Penny smiled and leaned in, steadying herself with the back of the wolf-lion's head. "You like my smell?" she asked in a low, conspiring voice. "You do-o-o. You like the smell of little girl pussy. Want to keep my panties?"

Torsten grimaced. His expression was almost comical, and the reason made sense: she may as well have been reading his thoughts. He touched the frilly pink panties stretched around her knees, fingered their soft material, and thought of the smell clinging to them - the same smell he was sniffing from the source right now.

He murmured, "M-, maybe, but I don't know if-, I'm not sure I should."

The little girl bent over. Torsten envied the way she could move so smoothly. Still young, none of the aches and twinges that plagued even a well-built and healthy adult like himself. She smooched the bridge of his muzzle, then her tongue slithered along the pad of his nose. Broad and slobbery, pink and hot, it laid down a streak of drool Torsten found more exciting than irritating.

"If you want my smelly panties," she growled, voice small just for him, "then you can just trade me for your boxers. Then we can both smell each other whenever we want."

"Oh my god," Torsten wheezed. "Oh, shit."

Penny straightened, put a knee on the back of the couch, and ground her young muff against Torsten's lips. The driver shuddered, moaned. He smelled her hard and deep, then his tongue slipped across her folds. Like his penis, it was the best of both worlds with its broad canine form and feline hooks. Penny made a noise between a moan and a whine as Torsten licked her.

Emboldened and incredibly horny, Torsten firmly parted the lips of her cunt and he slathered the pink within - the two holes and the button of her clitoris. Hungry, starving for the girl, Torsten growled and dug his tongue into her vagina, probing deep with his oral muscle.

"Fuck, oh-ho fuck," Penny whined, her grin toothy and enormous, eyes squinted shut. "Fu-u-uck, that tongue is the best, it's the best."

Torsten, snarling now, stabbed his tongue deeper. Harder. Fleshy hooks raking her walls, causing her to squeal and gasp. He smelled her and tasted her and she was all that mattered to him. Suddenly she pushed his head back and demanded, panting, "Fuck me. Fuck me!"

The wolf-lion had forgotten that part. In a less sex-hungry state, he might have been embarrassed. All he could do now was act on his urges without a hint of self-awareness. He manhandled her, taking her down to the couch. She whimpered, writhing for him. He yanked off her panties, tossing them aside, giving no thought to the garment. He was on top of her, kneeling on the couch and drooling on her prone, upturned neck. He touched his pointed cock to her slobbery cuntlips and in he went, wedging open delicate girl flesh in the crude way Penny desired.

"Awh, fuck," bleated Penny, who writhed under Torsten, cunt tight and hot and appallingly wet. Torsten's barbs slipped in easily going inside. Then his knot touched the lips of her cunt, mashing into them, and the driver pulled back. Like one-way tire spikes, the barbs bit in for purchase on the way out, but their bite was gentle, their texture more rubbery than firm. Penny yowled with unexpected delight and pawed over Torsten's uniform-clad body. Her feet kicked the air either side of him.

"Like that, right? Love those barbs, don't you?" Torsten snarled, voice low but in an almost murderous tone. He lapped her neck and his prey drive flared like heartburn. Torsten had never given more than a lovebite in all his life, but Penny's smallness was enticing to him in a most unexpected way. He nuzzled her neck, nibbled it, growled into it. She was small and delicate and she was all his, oh yes, his to do with as he pleased. To a lowly FedEx worker, that kind of power high was incredible. He moved his hips hard and fast. Muscles he used for lugging boxes he now used for pounding Penny.

For all her quivering and moaning, Penny was still Penny, and she uttered a giggle. "Ooh," she cooed, nuzzling with Torsten, planting a couple kisses on his snout, "oh, you [i]love[/i] fucking little girls, don't you?"

Torsten's aggressive countenance broke, replaced by something wide-eyed and alarmed. He blurted out in horrible realization, "I guess I do." His hips slowed, his knot resting against the lips of her cunt. He looked at her critically, as if seeing her for the first time. She kissed him again and he flinched.

"Don't stop now," Penny said, not pleading but commanding. "You already put it inside me, you gotta finish u-u-up now." A devilish grin materialized on her face. "Or else."

Torsten's heart froze momentarily. He tasted adrenaline. "Or else?" he asked in a small voice.

Penny giggled. She bucked against Torsten, pushed her cunt into his knot. Shivering, she cooed, "Or else you get blue balls, duh. What'cha lookin' so scared for? I'm not gonna tell anybody."

[i]Could've fooled me. God, this is stupid, so goddamn stupid,[/i] Torsten thought. His rhythm resumed, but he was shaky now, feeling like he had his first time but without the hair trigger. In time, he began to kiss her again. Gently, almost haltingly at first, then more lavishly. He peppered her cheeks, between her eyes, her lips most of all.

"You're an awful kid," Torsten groused. "One-hundred percent certified awful."

"But I'm a good fuck, huh?" was Penny's counter, as her smooth, taut body writhed sensually against his. Her paws caressed him through the thin and breathable uniform. Her claws were short and blunt, grinding along his muscles like pebbles as a part of some exotic massage.

Torsten couldn't deny her boast. Not when she had him feeling so sensual, had driven him so wild just moments before. He nuzzled with her and his cheeks were hot, so hot. He licked her neck and said on a sigh, "You win. You're great."

"I know," the bear replied, smugness in her voice. She slid her paws through Torsten's plush mane, then down his back, along his spine. "You're gonna make me cum, know that? 'Bout to make a [i]little girl[/i] squirt."

The wolf-lion huffed. He bit her on the neck, a gentle-but-threatening gesture the bear accepted with a gasp, then a giggle. She knew as well as he did there would be no blood drawn.

Torsten hunkered down over Penny. Firm thrusts mashed his knot against her small pussy. The distinctive slap of bodies colliding filled the air of the tasteful, large living room, ill-fitting like a smell of rot in such fine surroundings. Penny's voice, unmistakably immature, rang out with encouraging terms for the driver: "Harder, fuck me [i]harder,[/i] put that fucking knot inside me."

His tail wagged uncontrollably. The pressure was building, making him giddy and anxious. There was a hint of nervousness in his mind, a worry not fully-formed that her parents would come home or her brother would burst in and spoil the moment. That had become his main concern, slowly and quietly but totally: the moment would be killed and his balls would end up proverbially blue.

"Fuck, those barbs," Penny mewled. She pushed her young body to his eagerly. Torsten felt her nipples pressing through his uniform and he wanted to lick them, suck them. There was so much he wanted to do to this horrible child, but there was no time. He was close.

"Yeah," Torsten grunted, growled. "Oh god. Yeah." He was nuzzling her hard, kissing her cheek intermittently. Barbs digging into her cunt, knot beating on the lips, precum leaking steady and slick.

The wolf-lion grimaced, showing teeth up to the gums. Drool dribbled onto Penny's prostrate neck, turning tan fur dark. He held onto her with the same passion and possessiveness as any adult and pulled her small hips into his driving, beating knot. Over and over he bucked, Penny mewling, gasping, crying out at once that she was cumming. The wetness was sudden, the tightness unmistakable. Torsten kept drilling his meat into her, fucking her senseless, pounding her as she gasped and whined and clutched and clawed at him.

Viciously, Torsten knotted her. The sudden wedging of so much stiff pink meat inside of the girl made her scream - but she did it into his mane, muffling the cry. He felt a pang of worry, as if he'd harmed her, but then she started to kiss and nuzzle him, telling him in so many words how amazing he was.

Torsten's climax was fat and hot. His seed filled her prepubescent body and the knot kept it inside. The thick, loping strands washed into her, the heat and the volume leaving her crooning and moaning in unguarded bliss. She panted into his mane, against his neck, whispering to him - telling him he was amazing and perfect. Torsten loved every word. His tail wagged to the eagerness of the words as if he had regressed to an idiot cub himself. He licked her cheek gently and said to her, "I can't believe how good that was. You're something else."

Broken out of her reverie, Penny giggled and said, "Am I still one-hundred percent certified awful?"

The wolf-lion smiled. He smooched her on the lips. "Hundred-and-ten," he assured her.