Compared to most of the men who babysat Penny Mardas, Arthur got off light - and he had no idea just how close he had come to being picked off like a pretty girl in a slasher movie. Her parents had come home early, such a rare occurrence that she could only remember it happening once or twice in the last four years. But Arthur had been spared, and little Penny never forgot that.

It was months later, a cold November night with some of the last fall showers coming down that Arthur found himself back at the Mardas household. His memory of Penny was of an angelic little girl of surprising intelligence; the lion had been happy to watch her and he was happy to do it again.

This time, as soon as her parents were gone, Penny shifted on the sofa and smiled up at the lion. Arthur looked down at her, smiling back, his pretty face puzzled. He asked her politely, "Yes?"

"Wanna see something really cool, Arthur?" asked Penny, grinning.

The lion found her grin infectious and he returned it. Although a very pretty boy with some rather queer interests, he could be crude when the time was right. "I sure do."

Penny giggled and jumped off the couch. She ran off to her bedroom and Arthur waited a moment, looking after her. Then the girl called out, "Arthur, c'mo-o-on!"

"All right, I'm coming," the lion huffed, walking after her. As he peeked into her bedroom, dark save for the reading lamp on her nightstand and the glow of her laptop's screen, he asked her, "What is it? What's so cool?"

"This," Penny said, turning around her laptop on the bed.

Arthur's eyes took a moment to adjust to the screen's brightness. Then he saw what was fairly well-shot gay porn - a girly tiger was having his tight, pink anus slobbered and snuffled by a stallion, whose colossal erection was just in frame.

For a moment he watched, interested, but then he closed the laptop and said sharply, "Penny, you're [i]way[/i] too young for stuff like this!"

The bear's smirk never faltered. She tossed back her hair and tilted her head. "Am I? I eat ass too."

"Wait, you do what?" Arthur asked, staring at the bear, alarmed. "Back that up, what did you say?"

"I, eat, ass," Penny said, speaking every syllable with sharp enunciation. She crawled across the bed, shoving her laptop aside. As she neared the edge of the bed her paw lunged for Arthur's crotch but the lion hissed and stumbled back, falling against the closet doors.

Penny giggled and stepped off the bed. She came up to him with paws out, fingers outstretched, a grin on her face. "I'm gonna eat you-u-ur ass..."

The long-haired, feminine boy held up his paws as if to stop her. He stared at her hungry gaze and demanded, "What's with you? Is this some joke?"

"No joke," Penny growled. She pressed into Arthur and the doors rattled, startling the lion so badly he shrieked. She pulled him down by the collar of his shirt and smooched his lips. Arthur blushed but pulled his head up. Hardly bothered, Penny slid her paws down his belly, perfectly smooth and flat like her own. As her paws passed over the crotch of his skinny jeans, a pleased grumble quaked in her throat. "You're not hard yet, but you're gonna be."

"This isn't happening," Arthur whined, grabbing her wrists. "Quit it."

"Oh come on, Arthur," Penny coaxed, grinning. "You got away once. This time I have to fuck you twice as hard to make up for it! Either you can be a good kitty, or I'll just tell my parents you showed me porn."

Never in his life had Arthur so clearly understood the expression of blood running cold. Suddenly he felt it now, a frigid feeling in his veins and a tightening in his gut. He stared down at her, lips pursed and eyes wide. "You'd do that?" he asked in a tiny voice.

Penny tittered girlishly. She nuzzled into his slim chest and sighed, hugging him. "No-o-o. It's just fun to say that to guys. But I'll be a total brat if you don't fuck me."

"You're being one now," Arthur huffed, looking away from her. "Please just stop?"

"Nope," Penny said. "Come on, you'll love it once I start... everybody always does." Her honey-hued eyes peered sweetly into his and the smile on her face was so demure that Arthur could almost forget how she had just propositioned him. He was so enamored by her darling gaze that he moved when she tugged him toward the bed. He was trembling softly, full of nearly virginal apprehension.

She nudged him into the bed. He stood facing it while looking back at her nervously, as if he expected her to brandish a knife. She pressed against his behind and grasped his loins. Arthur gasped and touched her paws, meaning to pull them away, but he found himself allowing Penny to work instead. He said lamely, "Don't..."

Penny opened his fly and tugged down his jeans. Lacy green panties greeted her hungry eyes. She said with a giggle, "Crossdresser. What a weirdo."

Arthur grunted. "I like how they feel."

"I do too," Penny cooed. "Nice, soft panties feel so-o-o good rubbing on my little pussy."

"Fuck," the lion whined. "Stop it, quit saying shit like that!"

A wicked smirk spread across her snout. "What's wrong, Arthur? Do you feel uncomfortable knowing I get [i]so[/i] wet from looking at gay porn that my panties stick to me?"

The lion uttered a high, reedy whine very unlike his species. He grimaced and closed his eyes. "Oh, fuck, please stop."

Her fingers hooked into his panties around the pouch of the groin. Her soft fur brushed with his scrotum which was taut and flawless. Arthur's body tightened.

"Let's just get these off," Penny whispered, tugging down his panties. She nuzzled the small of his back, growling sweetly. As the curve of Arthur's wide, feminine rear was bared, she said with a huff, "What a nice butt. It's so round. Kinda reminds me of another guy I fuck."

Arthur clasped his paws over his loins and he expected Penny to try and touch them. But the bear pushed him against the bed and growled, "Hey, bend over. Up to you if you want to spread your cheeks. I'm happy to do that part myself."

"You weird, fucked-up kid," Arthur whined, draping himself over her adult-sized bed. "I bet you're really an FBI agent. I bet they hire little people to bust-." He stopped himself and huffed.

Penny tittered. "Ooh, to bust what? [i]Pedophiles?[/i] You some pedo freak, Arthur?"

"No!" Arthur snapped. "I'm not!" 

The girl pried apart his ass cheeks. The lion shuddered and gripped the bed, digging claws into the sheets spitefully, though he kept them short and fairly blunt. The cool air on his rim was enough of a pleasure that his penis stirred. The bear's hot breath was an even greater stimulant. He said tightly, "Stop it [i]now,[/i] I'm warning you."

Her tongue slid across his anus, just a soft brush to take the edge off of things. Arthur's rim tensed into a firm pucker. The lion mewled, "Penny..."

Now her broad nose pushed into his pucker, the thick pad wet and relatively cool. She snuffled him and cooed, and so did Arthur, but tentatively. His penis stirred again and finally began stiffening against the bed.

Penny pulled her tongue across Arthur's anus several more times, each swab laying down a more complete coating of saliva. As she ate him, Arthur's noises shifted from tentative pleasure to more clear-cut enjoyment. He murmured, "Penny, please."

"You're enjoying it," Penny said, not teasing but stating the truth. "All you boys love rimjobs. I bet I could make you cum if I did this long enough."

"Probably not," Arthur huffed, flustered. He lashed his tail and said, "But, I guess-, I guess if you fucking [i]have[/i] to, then do it..."

[i]"Now[/i] you want me to do it," Penny snickered. She huffed across his asshole as if she were about to polish it like a lens. Then she pushed her thumbs against its edges and gently tugged it open, exposing a more luscious shade of pink just within and drawing a low, shuddering moan from Arthur. She touched her sticky jowl-lips to his anus and slipped her tongue past the rim, swabbing just inside of his ass.

"Oh! Oh fuck," Arthur whimpered, pushing his face into the sheets. His cheeks were hot. A spurt of precum shot from his cock.

Penny, grinning, wedged her tongue deeper and slurped along the ceiling of his anal cavity. As she drew back her tongue, she sighed across his taint and his balls, warming the fur and flesh. "Your butt is nice," she cooed. "I bet you get fucked a lot."

"Sometimes I do," Arthur admitted, too horny to filter what he said. "It's nice..."

The little girl unhanded his round ass and his cheeks pressed together, obscuring his shiny rim. She nipped on one of them, giving it the gentlest pinch. Arthur took the loving nip without complaint. "So-o-o, you like sex with guys? Is that right?"

Arthur pulled his face off the sheets. Quietly, "Yeah, I suppose I'm gay. I've never really been with a girl before. With-, you know, a woman, not just a [i]girl."[/i]

The bear snickered. She stripped quickly and climbed onto the bed, sidling up to Arthur. The lion tried to pull away but Penny forced a kiss on him. His anal musk was heavy on her lips.

"You're gonna fuck me now," she growled. "I know you're hard after that rimjob."

"Just because I'm hard doesn't mean I want to have sex," Arthur feebly protested.

"Yeah. Roll over," Penny chuckled. "Since you're such a ga-a-ay boy, I'll let you have my butt. You're probably allergic to pussy."

Arthur said nothing as he rolled over. His erection was of a fair size and uncircumcised. He sported none of the small, painful barbs felines were known for; in effect his cock was perfect and subtle. Penny said as much as she leaned over him, touching her nose to his cock. "This is a nice dick. I bet it's gonna feel so-o-o good up my butt."

The lion watched, helpless but uncomfortably aroused as Penny went down on his cock. Her maw was soft and hot and very wet. Her tongue prodded his foreskin, digging under its snug hood to tease around the glans. He moaned and laid back, gazing up at the plastic glow-in-the-dark stars and planets on her ceiling.

Down Penny went, broad bear tongue curling around his shaft, hugging and tugging it. His glans was bared to the inside of Penny's mouth and its head brushed her palate, grinding gently on its ribbed surface.

"Fuh-, fuck, that feels good," Arthur gasped, his eyes closing tightly. He held onto the sheets as if to keep himself from rising off the bed. Thick wads of precum shot into Penny's maw and the bear moaned as she tasted this natural, musky lube. Then she started to suckle. One of her paws cinched around the base of his cock, thumb and forefinger making a loop like a cock ring. Its twin held his balls gently, merely cupping them, and they seemed large due to her small size.

"You are gonna make me cum," Arthur said, speaking of something far-off but approaching. The taboo and fear barely occurred to him; he was just stunned by the quality of her fellatio. Penny gave better head than most of the men he casually hooked up with.

The bear's suckles broke off with a sharp pop. Arthur grunted as blood rushed through his cock, making its length throb fat and varicose. Then she suckled down on it again, making its flesh tighten and its spurts of precum thicken to choked wads. He curled his toes and asked with almost a whine, "Do I still get your butt?"

Again her lips popped firmly off of Arthur's penis and the lion gasped. Penny peered up at him, smiling with all the malice of a hungry shark. She teased a finger along his wet penis. Sweetly, "Oh, [i]now[/i] you want to fuck me?"

"I-I, no, but-, but yes," Arthur bleated, feeling trapped as much in his lie as in Penny's web. He clasped his paws nervously over his flat stomach. "You're just making me so horny..."

"At least you admit it," she snickered. "I've had guys balls-deep inside of me insist they're not pedophiles."

"I'm not a pedophile," Arthur reflexively said, and then looked away from the girl. He whined. "I've never wanted to have sex with a-, a child before."

"Before now," Penny darkly said. She growled playfully, climbing over him again. The lips of her sex brushed his penis and the lion watched intently, again gripping the bed in nervous fingers.

Penny gripped his penis, holding it steady though it needed no assistance. She rubbed it against her young pussy, moaning softly at Arthur's warmth and the precum he loosed for her. Then she suddenly said, "Oops, you're gay. Sorry about the mix-up."

Arthur, blushing hotly, grabbed her legs. "Wait-!"

The bear sneered at him. She leaned low, pecked a kiss on his lips, growled in his face. "Are you gay or not, mister lion? Is this gonna go in my pussy or my butt?"

The lion felt small and young caught in the bear's withering stare. He said meekly, "I [i]am[/i] gay, but-, but I want your pussy..."

"Then you're not ga-a-ay," Penny giggled. "But I guess it's okay. 'Cuz I like it in the pussy way more than the butt anyway."

She rolled off of him and splayed out on her bed, legs wide and arms folded behind her head. As the lion sat up he perused her perfect, prepubescent body: smooth chest, terribly subtle hips, and the delicate line dividing her labia, still so undeveloped and inoffensive. That was until the bear parted the lips with her fingers, opening the tan-furred folds into a vulgar pink butterfly.

"Fuck me," she growled. "You can try eating it later. Right now I want dick."

"I really still don't know how to feel about this," Arthur murmured even as he knelt between the cub's splayed legs. His penis stood proud and straight, the one part of him certain of what it wanted. And when he held it and guided it to the bear's pink sex, the rest of him was galvanized by the sensation of humid, female flesh against his prick. He shuddered, tail swishing in an involuntary show of pleasure.

For the first time in his life, Arthur pressed his cock into pussy. His frame of reference was sex with men and he found the bear's cunt anally tight, enough that its snugness allowed his foreskin to smoothly roll back. Unlike anal sex, her vagina was welcoming and slick, and it warmed his cock as well as gripped it.

Arthur was beginning to smile, even to grin, when the bear spoke and interrupted his reverie. In her soft, girlish voice, she crooned, "Ooh, gawd yes. Isn't this better than putting it in my butt?"

"I guess so," he huffed. "I guess it is."

Penny giggled sweetly. She brought around her taut, smooth legs and pressed her paws against his snout, hemming it in between the dark soles. "Arthu-u-ur, do you like my paws? Aren't they nice and soft?"

Blushing hotly and buried in Penny, Arthur tried to pull free of her gripping feet - and did at first, before the bear caught him again. Her toes played across his lips and nose, and she giggled as she toyed with him.

"Quit-, quit it," Arthur mumbled, squirming and blushing. He nipped one of her feet and Penny giddily shrieked, withdrawing it only to then clasp both feet with her paws. She interlaced her fingers and toes, holding them for a moment; and as Arthur drank in her limber, young form, she let go of her feet and allowed her legs to fall smoothly to the bed.

"You love my legs, don't you?" asked the bear, voice low and sultry. "You just love [i]everything[/i] about me."

The lion started to fuck the bear with firm jerks of his hips. His cheeks were hot, loins hotter still, and the humid heat of Penny's snatch was only making it worse. He leaned over the bear and nuzzled with her, uttering soft mewls as he savored her immature form. "I don't know how to feel about this, it's so-, it's [i]so[/i] good..."

"You dorks are cute when you're all nervous," Penny snickered. Her fingers played over his long dark hair, coming in to cup his neck. She nuzzled his cheek, licked his lips, and said snidely: "You look like a lion, but you don't have a mane."

"Not all lions do," Arthur said quickly and defensively. His penis throbbed inside of her and she gasped for him; Arthur felt big and mighty for just a moment, like a big strong lion with a plush mane. He growled lowly and nipped her throat, just a pinch because his mind was on the disastrous consequences a noticeable bite would have for him. The bear would love it, he knew, but explaining it to her parents would be his undoing.

"I was ju-u-ust saying," Penny sighed, and held onto him closely. She licked his neck which was narrow and delicate. A giggle escaped her. "Actually, you look like a lioness..."

"Shut up," Arthur grunted, but his prick throbbed again. He was blushing hotly and his balls had become a taut coinpurse between his thighs. "I-I'm just a little bit feminine, I'm not a [i]sissy."[/i]

Penny grinned. Arthur both loved and despised the bear in that moment. "Oh, no, not a sissy at all. You just have a big round butt and you lo-o-ove to put panties on it. Not a sissy."

"Oh, you-, shut up!" Arthur hissed, his tail thrashing. He threw his hips into hers as if to shut her up by fucking her into silence. But the bear gasped and whined, becoming even noisier than before. Her toes curled and she bit his neck, sharp baby teeth pricking hard enough that skin was broken. Arthur cried out. "Ow! Hey!"

"Sorry, it feels so-o-o damn good though," Penny crooned. She clung to Arthur, pressing her smooth chest to his, little nipples poking through his fur. She preened his neck, lapping the small bloody spot she had created. All the while her voice softly rose and fell, warbling in pleasure as she took the energetic bucking of the lion.

"God, oh shit," Arthur whined. His back bowed into a deep valley; his head he flung back, sending his black hair whipping against his shoulder blades. "Fuck, [i]fuck,"[/i] the lion bleated as Penny herself whimpered and groaned and preened him. He ejaculated into Penny with a ferocity he found shameful, shooting fat ropes into her prepubescent sex one after another. It was impossible to resist the allure of the child's snug cunt and rotten attitude. He looked down on her blissful, grinning face and felt a kind of peculiar love for the little girl. It was nestled in alongside a sensation of deep self-loathing, and all was tied together with the knowledge that he had crossed a bridge from which there was no going back: he had just slept with a child.

"What the fuck am I doing?" Arthur wheezed, feeling his afterglow taking hold. Beneath him Penny crooned and writhed, moving slowly as if in a daze. He realized with an incredible dose of shame that he had given her an orgasm. "Oh, fuck, oh holy fuck, I'm-, oh god..."

"You're a [i]pe-e-edo-o-o,"[/i] Penny said in teasing falsetto. "It's okay. Lots of guys are, believe it or not."

"Yeah, but-, but not me," Arthur weakly said. He pulled out of Penny and the girl let him go, too satisfied to argue. He stared at her nude, sweaty body - and at her young sex oozing his thick and vulgar cream. He shuddered and sat on the edge of the bed, pointedly avoiding his reflection in the closet door mirror.

Penny sat up with some difficulty. She nestled up to Arthur, gave him a smooch he did not return, and then hopped off the bed and onto the floor. "Hey. You're fine, geez. I'm gonna go and-, well, you'll see. You'll like this!"

"Yeah, I'll like it, that's what I'm worried about," Arthur muttered when the bear had gone. Soon he heard her speaking in the kitchen and he had a moment of panic. He got up and peeked from the hallway, but saw she was only on the phone.

"Yeah," she said, "yeah, and bring some root beer, too. You better be quick, too!"

She hung up sharply and turned to see Arthur. Grinning, she advanced on him and walked him back into the hallway. His back touched the wall and she pressed against him, hugged him, laid her head on his body and sighed.

"I called over a friend," she said.

"A friend?" Arthur sharply asked.

"A guy-friend," the bear elaborated. "He's cu-u-ute. About your age. Little dick, round butt, a fox. He likes guys [i]and[/i] little girls. Like you do!"

Arthur huffed. "Great," he said sourly, sarcastically. "We have something in common."

"That's the spirit," Penny cooed. She pulled him down by his neck and planted a kiss on his lips. "And he's bringing pizza."

The lion murmured. "Well, I [i]am[/i] pretty hungry." He paused, then asked, "Um, where is the restroom? I need to-, you know."

Penny smirked. "Standing up or sitting down?"

"What the hell does-?" Then he became indignant and he snapped, "Standing up!"

"Then hold it in, buster," Penny scoffed, prodding his flat belly. "I wanna watch you and my friend both take a leak. Together."

Arthur gaped at the child. "You're fucking [i]weird,[/i] Penny."

She shrugged. "Who's weirder? Me, or the guys who fuck me?"

"The fuck? You [i]forced[/i] me-"

"Did not, I just... gave you a little helping hand," Penny giggled. "And ate your ass to get you going." She walked into the living room and beckoned Arthur. "C'mon. Let's play some video games. Bet I can stomp your ass in [i]Mortal Kombat."[/i]

For nearly half an hour, Penny trounced Arthur in several different fighting games. Eventually the lion put down his controller - he came close to throwing it at the television - and said in a low voice, "That's enough. I'm done."

Penny sneered. "Sore loser."

"Sore winner, that's what you are," said Arthur with a huff. He stood up and palmed his smooth belly. "Gah, I [i]really[/i] gotta pee..."

The little girl sighed. "Oh, fine, whatever. Bathroom is in the hallway. Crybaby."

Arthur walked off without a word to find the restroom. In the time it took him to return, a stranger had arrived. Arthur flinched at first; he was still naked, and so was Penny. Shock and terror turned his stomach into a cold hard knot and he peered around the corner, looking more carefully, reassuring himself that the girl's parents were not home early.

"Arthur!" Penny called out, turning to the hall. "There you are. Meet Desmond!"

Arthur and Desmond locked eyes from across the living room. The fox's expression was dour, but when Arthur came tentatively nearer, his features began to soften. He said softly, "Hi there."

"Hi," replied Arthur. He stood before the fox - foxcoon, Arthur could see - and was unmindful of his naked body. He sized Desmond up briefly, then said with a thin smile, "You're Desmond, huh?"

"Yeah," Desmond murmured, beginning to smile himself. "Um. Do you want some pizza?"

"We [i]all[/i] want pizza," Penny indulgently said. She flipped open the box and pulled out a steaming, gooey slice. The only toppings were sausage and mushrooms. Desmond took a piece without comment, but Arthur eyed the pizza as if it might be poisonous.

"Who the heck gets sausage and mushroom on a pizza?"

Desmond smirked. "Penelope here." The bear kicked his shin and he yelped. "Ow!"

"Don't call me that, jerk," Penny warned. "And I like sausage and mushrooms! It's [i]good![/i] Pepperoni is [i]bo-o-oring."[/i]

For a few moments the three of them ate pizza and drank root beer from a two-liter Desmond had brought along. Arthur and Desmond often shared glances at one another, and the lion put himself on subtle display, leaning over the island counter and perking out his round butt somewhat.

When they were all fed, Penny wiped her fingers off on a thin brown napkin, then her lips. Finally she said with a growl, "Now get naked, Desmond. You guys are gonna screw."

"Sure," Desmond said easily. Penny eyed him warily then as he undressed.

The bear said as Desmond's shirt hit the floor, "Wait a sec, you're not bitching."

Desmond blushed and paused. Arthur was grinning at him. "Shut up, Penny," the fox finally hissed. "We'll fuck for you. Quit being a brat for once."

"I don't think she can," Arthur remarked. Penny glared at him for that one. The lion thought it was worth the ire.

Penny crossed her arms over her smooth chest. She eyed the two naked men critically like a sculptor about to make her first notch in the marble. "Arthur," she said, grinning, "what do you think of Desmond's little dick?"

The fox huffed, his ears splaying back. But Arthur was quick to sidle up to the foxcoon, girlish hips meeting for a bump. He cupped the foxcoon's genitals in a warm paw and held both cock and balls in gentle fingers. "I like it," he said, looking at Desmond rather than Penny. "Big dicks are pretty overrated."

The bear made a rude noise with her lips. "You're such a dork. Both of you are dorks! Now start kissing for me."

Arthur eyed Penny. Desmond grinned, but the expression seemed weary to Arthur. "Making guys screw, it's her big thing. Just bear with me."

Arthur smirked. He was blushing, penis stiffening again already. He touched his lips to those of the foxcoon and when Desmond kissed him back, he parted his lips, allowing his tongue to join with Desmond's in the shared cavity of their open mouths.

The kiss was a slow burn. Like a fuse sizzling down it was steady and anticipatory until finally the pair had grown familiar enough to press close together; then they were slobbering, smooching, suckling each other.

Penny watched from close by, grinning lasciviously, looking twice or thrice her age as she ogled the smooching boys. She drank in the sight of their hungry, indulgent kiss; savored the suckles and smacks and plaintive moans as they tongued and mouthed. Their paws roamed, feeling across girlish hips, heart-shaped bottoms, and their groins rubbed together - penises obscured from view but grinding like dueling blades.

"Yeah, you guys-, you're [i]good[/i] at this," Penny growled, then drew her tongue along her lips. "Fu-u-uck, that kiss sounds good. Keep it up."

Drifting with Desmond, Arthur's hip brushed with the back of the couch. The lion broke the kiss off, leaving both huffing and with slobbery lips. He said between gasps, "Um, maybe-, maybe we ought to sit down before we fall down."

The little bear's paws curled around Desmond and Arthur's tails, holding both by the very root. As they looked down at her, Penny said slyly, "How about you [i]lay[/i] down?"

"Lie down," Arthur corrected. Penny yanked his tail and he hissed.

Desmond gave Arthur a quick smooch. "Yeah, let's go lie down," he said, a bit of urgency in his voice. "I, um, really want to lie down with you."

Penny let them go and pushed them by their hips. The fox moved first, Arthur close behind. Desmond moved briskly into Penny's room and laid back on her bed, the sheets still distressed from her time with Arthur. The lion joined with him. Side by side, penises frotting in the open air, they began to softly peck and smooch again as their paws met and fingers interlaced.

This time the bear put herself in the way. She knelt in the space between their bodies and grasped both their shafts, both hard as rocks, both dribbling thick beads of precum. She masturbated the boys slowly, rolling back the foreskin on both, her honey-colored eyes alternating between Desmond's small cock and Arthur's. Then she looked at their faces, their handsome snouts locked in lustful smooches and tongue-wrestling. She licked her lips again and said in a low voice, "God, you guys are so-o-o hot..."

For a moment Penny held their cocks, then she leaned low, smelled them, suckled them briefly - first Arthur, then Desmond. Both lion and foxcoon welcomed her attention, each softly grinding in the short time they spent in her mouth. Finally Penny said, "I want to see you guys fuck. Arthur, you're on top."

Desmond huffed. "How come I'm always the bottom?"

"Beca-a-ause your cock wouldn't make it past Arthur's cheeks," Penny said, smirking. "Your cock barely gets past [i]my[/i] cheeks."

Arthur giggled and Desmond grunted. "Shut up, Penny. Fuck you." But then he rolled onto his back and he let his legs drift apart. He said as Arthur knelt between his thighs, "Be gentle with me, okay?"

The lion smiled. He leaned low and pecked a kiss on Desmond's lips. "Of course I'll be gentle. You're too pretty to be rough with."

"Oh [i]gag,"[/i] Penny groaned. "Get to the fucking!"

"I need lube," Arthur sharply told the bear. "I'd never fuck a guy dry."

"She's got some in her dresser," Desmond said. "She steals it from her brother."

Penny waved it off. "I don't [i]steal[/i] it, he's just got tons of the stuff. He's always putting toys in his butt." She knelt on the bed, grinning a mouth full of evil, perfect teeth at the lion. "Either wa-a-ay, you're not using lube. You're gonna [i]lick[/i] him."

The fox and lion locked eyes briefly, and then awkwardly let their gazes drift. Arthur murmured, "I guess I'm okay with that."

"Of [i]course[/i] you are," Penny cooed. "Desmond has a nice butt. I lick it myself sometimes." She leaned over the foxcoon, kissed him on the lips. He was passive but Penny seemed not to mind it. Her fingers strummed across his penis, and then she sat down near him. "Come on, Arthur, Desmond's butthole needs to be lubed up."

Arthur, nodding, leaned low between Desmond's parted thighs. The fox gently asked, "Do you want me to roll over?"

The lion shook his head. "This is just fine," said Arthur warmly, and he nosed under the snug white purse of Desmond's sack. Mildly he smelled Desmond, enjoying the scent of the other male without making a show of it. Nosing lower, pushing his pretty snout in tighter, Arthur swabbed his tongue across Desmond's anus. The many tiny barbs in his tongue tugged at the foxcoon's anal ring, pulling it open and teasing its surface. Desmond lifted his legs and uttered a shaky moan.

"Yeah, yeah, you [i]use[/i] that rough tongue," whispered Penny, speaking to Arthur as she nuzzled with Desmond. She kissed him again. This time the fox kissed back, and Arthur listened - not without some voyeuristic pleasure - as the foxcoon and the bear suckled and smooched.

For his part, Arthur tongued Desmond's tight anal ring lovingly and thoroughly. Though his barbs were rough, he laid down a heavy coat of slobber and he spread it on thicker and thicker with each slurp. Under his skillful licks, Desmond's pucker tensed and seemed to smooch at Arthur's tongue. The lion kissed it back several times, allowing his soft lips to drag on its ring and give gentle suckles.

"Ooh-, fuck, you eat good ass," Desmond huffed, broken out of the kiss with Penny.

Penny giggled. "Him or me?"

A shiver from Desmond. He caressed her young body, rubbing her chest, pawing at her messy loins. "Both of you."

Arthur's cheeks were hot both with blush and from the smothering warmth of Desmond's furry thighs. As he pulled back, he gazed upon the glinting rim of Desmond's anus - small and shiny, like a piece of pink hard candy. He wiped his mouth delicately with his fingers and asked the fox, "Are you ready for me, Desmond?"

Penny answered for the fox, holding his cock as he held her behind. "He's ready," she growled. "Fuck him, Artie."

The lion grunted. "Just Arthur, please."

A giggle from the bear. "Oh come o-o-on, [i]Artie.[/i] Don't you wanna fuck my friend Dezzybo?"

"Shut up, Penny," Desmond snapped. His blush was hot, ears pinned back as far as they could go.

"Um, Dezzybo is actually kinda cute," murmured Arthur, smiling. He pressed in against the foxcoon, holding his erection steady, nudging it under the sack of Desmond's scrotum as he had done with his nose earlier. Moving by touch and texture, he prodded until he felt not fur but the fleshy ring of Desmond's anus. There he paused, ready to sink in. Desmond shuddered, eyeing him plaintively - needfully, Arthur believed.

On a whim the lion leaned down and kissed Desmond. It was brief and sweet. At its conclusion the fox said meekly, "Your muzzle smells good."

Arthur grinned. "Considering your butt smells pretty nice, yeah, I'd say my muzzle [i]does[/i] smell good."

"Get to the fucki-i-ing," groaned Penny. She batted at Arthur's rump as if to spur him. "Come on! I'll be in puberty before you jerks nut."

Desmond smirked. "Better give the princess what she wants."

Arthur grinned in return. He nosed Desmond, smooched him. "Sure thing, Dezzybo," he giggled. Just as the fox began to scowl, Arthur was on his way inside. The foxcoon shuddered, groaned as his anus opened for the lion; he whined softly, arms grasping the lion, legs closing in like a fuzzy pincer.

"Keep going, put it in," Desmond huffed. He kissed and nibbled Arthur's girlish face; Arthur kissed and nibbled in kind, returning the preening, feeling a budding affection for the prone fox.

As his penis sunk fully into the snug, saliva-lubed channel of Desmond's rear, Arthur sighed. He relaxed against the fox, though only to the extent that he let his weight rest on Desmond. His legs remained taut and he began thrusting slowly yet firmly, testing the lubrication, ensuring the foxcoon would not feel pain. He studied Desmond's long snout closely, watching for discomfort, ready to stop at a moment's notice - but Desmond's expressions were warm and pleased.

"Oh, so fucking ho-o-ot," Penny cooed. She knelt nearby, fingers knuckle-deep in her box. A clear viscous fluid dribbled off of her paw and the room smelled of her immature musk. "Fuck him, Artie. You fuck that fox."

"Quit calling me Artie," Arthur grunted.

"Fuck me, Artie," Desmond cooed, grinning, although his ears were splayed back and his cheeks felt very hot to the lion. His paws, soft and black with pink pads dragged across the lion's naked back, making channels in the fur. He pecked a smooch on Arthur's frowning face then nuzzled him, cooing and softly whining.

The lion purred for Desmond, the sound thrumming in his chest and in Desmond's by contact. His tail swished, tuft swinging in the air. Desmond's tail brushed with Arthur's hip and thigh before coiling around the lion, and there it arched over the small of his back like a big fuzzy caterpillar.

Penny leaned close to their kissing faces. The little bear pushed herself on Desmond with a slobbery tongue kiss and the fox returned it eagerly, huffing as the bear's broad tongue suppressed his own. Penny growled - snarled in fact - as she took from Desmond what she wanted. Her paw, slimy with her own fluids, snaked into the warm space between the fox and the lion. She clutched his penis and thumbed its tip like a fighter pilot on the trigger; and she dragged her tongue across his neck with a predatory air, uttering at its conclusion, "You're so hot when you get fucked, Desmond."

Desmond huffed and shut his eyes tightly. Arthur thought his expression was precious: cheeks nearly glowing, ears splayed back, mouth panting softly. The fox said in a low voice, utterly subservient to the small bear, "I love when you're like this."

A giggle, girlish at first then disconcertingly wicked, rolled past Penny's grinning lips. She nuzzled with Desmond, then with Arthur, and kissed the lion on the lips. "Fi-i-inally he admits it. Desmond [i]loves[/i] little girls, but me especially." As she said this she looked sidelong at Arthur, her grin smug and seemingly too mature for her young, cute face.

"Shut up," Desmond groaned, pushing Penny by the chest. "Don't be such a goddamn brat all your life."

Penny snickered and pushed back on his snout. She laid beside the foxcoon then and cuddled up to his prone form, getting close but keeping out of the way of the bumping, bucking lion. She nuzzled his neck, caressed his belly and groin. Desmond in turn grasped her rump, sliding his paw over the small brown curves of her cheeks, teasing his fingers into their cleft.

Arthur nuzzled with Desmond and Penny both. His thrusting into the fox was quickening and his steady breathing began to catch and huff. He licked Desmond's cheek, rough tongue doing more than preening the fur. Softly he asked the foxcoon, "You okay, Desmond? You feel good?"

"Yes, I do," Desmond quietly answered, speaking gently near the rim of Arthur's ear. His paw not on Penny's body slid over Arthur's long black hair, sluicing it through his digits. It was a testament to Arthur's grooming that Desmond encountered no knots in the strands.

Young Penny smooched Arthur, then Desmond, then Arthur again. She was giggling, cooing and grinding against Desmond, rubbing her loins against his hip. "Who's gonna cum first?" she asked slyly. "My money's on Artie..."

"I'm close," Arthur admitted, feeling that oh so familiar tightness in his balls and the pleasurable tingle in his loins at large. He mewled and growled, feminine hips coming in again and again, cock gliding in and out of the fox's tight anal walls. Desmond was coaxing an orgasm from him without trying. Arthur kissed Desmond firmly, and again their tongues swabbed in a familiar way.

Penny watched eagerly, paw on Desmond's penis, masturbating him hurriedly to beat Arthur's quickening pace. Her honey-colored eyes were narrow to the point of being slits and the expression on her muzzle was lurid. She said nothing but she stared at their kiss, envying the slobber and suckles. Her paw worked Desmond's small, but eager penis with familiar skill; nobody knew the foxcoon's cock like Penny did.

Arthur, huffing into the smooching and smacking kiss, pushed into Desmond with all of the force he could muster. His toned legs allowed him to push quite firmly - more than hard enough to fuck the fox. His eyes drifted to Penny and he thought about how he had fucked her, too. Pedophile thoughts made him shudder and her gaze made his skin crawl. His eyes closed and he clung onto Desmond, trying his hardest to ignore the brushing paw of the bear and her hungry breath on his face.

Desmond held fast to Arthur. He no longer held Penny though the girl voiced no complaints. She was only watching happily as her favorite fox was fucked, and she masturbated him with her quick paw, willing him to a messy finish.

It was the lion who came first. He hunkered down against the foxcoon as he pushed his aching member in a final time. Mewling into the kiss, purring deep in his breast, Arthur shot into Desmond many thick and hot ropes of semen. Even after fucking Penny he proved very productive, surprising even himself. He held the foxcoon closely and although he broke out of the kiss, he nuzzled and peppered Desmond's snout with smooches, whispering his thanks, his appreciation for such good sex.

Desmond was not passive, but quiet. His eyes were clenched shut and his teeth bared. He shuddered beneath Arthur, savoring the lion's load and the bear's wildly tugging paw. With a labored grunt Desmond came, shooting into Penny's busy mitt, making a mess also of his belly, his pubic hair. He muttered as he shot his wad, "Oh shit, oh-, oh fuck..."

"Good boys, good bo-o-oys," Penny cooed and giggled. "Oh, [i]fuck,[/i] you guys were good... this was like the best gay show ever." She rolled onto her back and brought her sticky paw to her lips. In full view of foxcoon and lion, Penny suckled Desmond's seed from her digits as if it were warm honey. She moaned indulgently as she enjoyed this tribute.

"God, what a slut," Arthur said, partly with disgust - and with admiration, even a bit of love.

"That's Penny," Desmond snidely added.

The little bear snickered. She wiped her fingers - now merely slobbery - on her chest and belly then sat up. She said to the pair, "So who needs to go pee?"

"Penny!" Arthur groaned, screwing up his expression.

"I do," Desmond said, sounding defeated in the way he had earlier.

Penny, grinning, leaned over and pecked Arthur's cheek. "You better have to pee too, Artie. Or else Desmond can just hold it in."

"I'm not going to do-, whatever it is you want involving urine," the lion said as prissily as he could, his afterglow still comfortable but his indignity running high.

Desmond smooched Arthur softly. "It's too late to argue with her now, you're already in too deep. Just do what she says."

"Yeah, just do what I say," Penny reiterated, smirking broadly. "Come on! I just wanna watch..."

Arthur groaned. He said nothing but pulled out of Desmond slowly; his flaccid penis came easily, causing Desmond no pain.

"Good boy, Artie," Penny giggled. She led the foxcoon and the lion both into the hallway bathroom, both males moving lazily like cattle. In the bathroom, Desmond stood at one side of the toilet. Arthur, following his example, stood opposite. The spotless porcelain waited between them.

"Oka-a-ay," said Penny, taking up the middle and lifting the seat. Her paws then played around their sticky groins, alternately groping and palming their flaccid penises. Neither the fox or lion showed a sign of arousal - not that Penny expected one, but the little girl loved to touch and fondle regardless. "Gentleman, start your engines."

Desmond grunted as he pushed; trying to get going so soon after a climax was easier said than done. A dribble of urine began from his penis, soon becoming a light trickle. Penny held his penis loosely but helpfully, aiming him into the bowl.

Arthur watched Desmond for a moment. Then he started to push himself, and with roughly the same amount of effort he managed to get a trickle from his penis. He huffed, put a paw on the wall, and bore down again. A heavy squirt of urine arced from his penis, bisecting Desmond's smaller, steadier stream before easing off.

Penny cackled. "Don't cross the streams!"

"Shut up, Penny," Desmond snapped.

Penny snickered. She guided Arthur like she guided Desmond, and she watched them alternately, her eyes full of childlike wonder as the urine flowed. She held their penises firmly - but just enough that she could feel the rush of the liquid inside. Her stubby tail wiggled. She rocked on her heels a bit, looking as if she might be bored, but her intent expression promised she was anything but.

"Ga-a-awd, look at you guys pee," she sighed. "Desmond, you always pee really well. But [i]Arthur,[/i] you're so good."

"I-I'm good at peeing?" Arthur blurted, and for a moment his stream was choked off by embarrassment. He winced and forced it again, not to satisfy Penny but because he ached inside and wanted to finish.

The bear sighed. "I don't mean, like, skill... it just [i]looks[/i] so nice. I love seeing guys pee. I'unno why."

Neither fox or lion had a snide comment ready. They simply finished, Desmond first, then Arthur. Penny gave their cocks gentle shakes, and then she mouthed them - Desmond briefly but thoroughly, then Arthur with much more indulgence. Her tongue swabbed across his glans, stealing away the droplets of urine held in place by the hood of his foreskin. As she pulled back her maw, smacking her lips off of Arthur's penis, the lion was just beginning to stiffen again. He was deeply ashamed but found he could not deny his lust for the child.

Penny sighed and hugged them in close, forcing them to hem her in. "Now I want you guys to fuck me, together." She palmed their behinds and giggled. "Arthur can fuck my mouth. Desmond, you get the pussy. Artie had it already."

"You're insatiable, aren't you?" Arthur scoffed.

Desmond, leaning over Penny, smooched the lion. "Penny's pretty fun to share, with the right guy, at least."

Arthur blushed and grinned. "Am I the right guy?"

The foxcoon smiled. His eyes were coy, half-lidded. "Maybe you can give me your number before we're done. We can find out if you are over dinner sometime."