Eight o'clock on a Saturday night, and Desmond was babysitting a trio of possum girls. It suited him just fine. He enjoyed babysitting. It helped that all three of them liked him, the youngest especially, who looked up at him from behind her big, round frames with a grin on her face and sisterly admiration in her eyes. Daisy was her name, and together with middle sister Lily and eldest Iris, they were his charges for a second time.

It had been a week ago that Desmond, well-mannered and cunning foxcoon, had watched them initially. Some cold autumn night where the furnace had been running and the sky had been cloudless and starry. Tonight there was rain, quite a lot of it, steady but not torrential. Lily and Iris groused about the rain; the mud would make playing outside the next day messy and difficult. Daisy, who followed Desmond like a shadow, also happened to fall in instinctively with his opinions.

"Rain is nice," she said to her sisters. "It's rel-, relay-..."

"Relaxing, goober," Lily said, and stuck out her tongue.

Daisy stuck her tongue out in return.

"And you're only saying that 'cuz Desmond says so," Iris chimed in. She smiled at her youngest sister. "You're just sucking up to him so he'll get pizza again."

Desmond, sitting at the end of the couch, smiled slyly. "It can't hurt."

Iris, despite punky pink hair, had a somewhat diffident attitude around Desmond. She was pleasant to him, but she feared him. She feared boys in general. Had she known Desmond had molested her youngest sister, she would have hated him outright. Daisy, however, had proven herself an excellent Secret Friend to Desmond. Her lips had been sealed on the matter.

As if he sensed her hidden feelings and her trauma, Desmond gave Iris more than a glance. She looked away from him, back to the paperback novel she was reading. Then Daisy climbed onto the couch, which creaked despite her light weight. She threw herself against Desmond, hugging him, shoving her head under his chin. Desmond laughed and hugged her. "Hey, easy there," he chuckled. "Don't hurt me, I'm innocent."

"So-o-orry-y-y," Daisy cooed. "But can we have pizza again, Desmond? Please?"

"Yeah, Desmond, come on," Lily chimed in.

Everybody turned to look at Iris as if they needed just one more signature for a petition. Sheepishly she lowered her novel, putting her finger in to mark her place. "Um, yeah. Pizza time, right, Desmond?"

"Well, all [i]right,"[/i] Desmond said with a big [i]stop twisting my arm[/i] sigh. But he was smiling. He fished his phone out of his pocket and thumbed through his list of numbers. He said just as he put the phone to his ear, "We're gonna watch a movie, you gotta pick one out."

"What do you mean?" Iris asked, glancing up at him again.

"In my bag there. There's a-." The local pizza place answered; Desmond started to talk to the girl on the other end, putting in an order that would make everyone happy. As he did, Lily and Iris - with Daisy peeking around them - unzipped the duffel bag Desmond had brought along, as if he meant to sleep over. Inside was a portable DVD player and a binder full of movies.

"Whoa, cool," Lily gasped, flipping through the plastic sleeves. "Check it out, [i]Terminator."[/i]

Even Iris was impressed. "Look at all of these. I want to watch [i]Star Wars."[/i]

"Thanks," Desmond said. "Tell 'em to drive carefully, it's pretty wet out there." As he put away his phone, he asked, "See anything you like?"

"Yeah, a bunch of cool stuff," Lily said, grinning at him.

Desmond grinned back. "Well let's pick something. Pizza goes better with a movie."

The foxcoon hooked up the DVD player. The TV was an older console-style model, but it had a single set of RCA connectors on its rear. While he connected his DVD player, the girls - mostly Iris and Lily, with Daisy occasionally weighing in - tried to pick a movie. And in the end, when it seemed like a consensus might never be reached, Desmond asked, "What about [i]Ghostbusters?"[/i]

"Yeah, cool," Iris said. Lily agreed, Daisy emphatically so. That one could be a little bit scary, probably inappropriate in more ways than one, but then he didn't think any of them would be watching it too closely anyway.

The pizza came and Desmond, as he did last time, paid for it out of his own pocket. He gave the delivery girl a generous tip and set the food (one extra-large pizza with everything and stuffed crust, and a box of bread sticks with cups of garlic butter and marinara sauce) down on the kitchen table. Desmond watched, smiling, as the girls all helped themselves. To a lesser degree, Iris and Lily helped Daisy not to make a mess.

For a little while they all stood around the kitchen table and devoured the bread sticks. Iris moved on to a slice of pizza, but Desmond and the other possums ate the sticks until they were gone. Only then did Lily and Daisy care about the pizza.

Lily, getting plates out of the cabinet, looked at Desmond. "You need one?"

"Maybe later," Desmond said. "I'm full of bread now."

"I want one!" Daisy cried. "I'm hungry!"

Lily grinned, coming back with a plate for herself and one for Daisy. "You can't be hungry, you're too fat."

"Am not," Daisy pouted.

"Yeah," Desmond agreed. "Am not." Daisy beamed a smile up at him.

The three possums came to the couch with their plates, and Daisy sat on the floor with hers. The movie was already well underway; just as Desmond had expected, none of them were paying very close attention. But the novelty of having a DVD player hooked up to their TV seemed exciting to them in its own way.

Desmond stood up after a few minutes. "I dunno about you girls, but I'm thirsty now."

"Oh - yeah, me too," Iris admitted. She was gnawing on her crust.

"Uh, yeah. I am too," Lily concurred.

"Me three," Daisy said, and grinned at Desmond. He grinned back.

"All right, all right. Let's see what we got in the fridge. You girls just sit and enjoy this evening's moving picture."

In the kitchen, which was basically part of the living room, Desmond fished a quartet of plastic tumblers out of the cabinet, all in different colors. That was fine; it made his dirty work a bit easier. Like an old-style barkeep, he asked who wanted what.

"Root beer!" Daisy said. And root beer was what she got - a big, fizzing cup of it with ice cubes.

"Two big hands," Desmond implored her as he handed it over. "Be careful."

"I will," Daisy said, walking back to her spot in the floor.

Then came Iris and Lily. They, it turned out, wanted root beer too. "No problem," Desmond replied, smiling. He dropped in the ice cubes. Fished into his pocket. Dropped a small white tablet into each cup. Then came the root beer until the cups were fizzy with carbonation. He gave the glasses both a surreptitious jostle to try and disperse the dissolving medication, and then he handed them off to the possums where they sat on the couch.

"Careful with these. I don't want to have to replace your mom's couch."

"We'll be fine," Iris said. "Thanks, Desmond."

The foxcoon decided not to break the trend. He got root beer for himself, and then grabbed a small plate and took a slice of pizza. He joined the possums, sitting at the empty end of the couch, and he enjoyed the film and the pizza. And he waited, observing the older girls as they drank their root beer. Waiting for a sign, either one of rejection because the bitter medication made itself evident, or drowsiness as it took hold. Until then he was happy to eat his pizza and watch Ghostbusters. There was no rush; mom wouldn't be home until the wee hours.

Daisy drained her cup first and asked for more. Desmond, not wanting to give her a sugar buzz, compromised with half a cup more. Lily drank all of hers eventually; Iris left a few sips, but he wasn't concerned. The roofies were enough to knock out a full-sized adult.

"I gotta go pee," Daisy said, hopping up from the floor. She bolted off and Desmond thought of following her, ostensibly to make sure she didn't hurt herself by running in the house. But there was no sense in risking being a creep with the older girls still lucid.

While Daisy was away, the yawning began. First Iris, then Lily, seemingly in sympathy. Desmond yawned too, even though he was too excited to be very tired. Slyly he asked, "Movie too boring for you?"

"No, no," Lily murmured, and she looked as if she might be having trouble keeping her eyelids up. That was good. "I'm just... I'm sleepy. I was up kinda early, and..."

Desmond nodded sympathetically. "Why not go to bed, then?"

But Lily shook her head. "Nuh-uh. No way, I'm not going to bed at nine o'clock on Saturday," she said with admirable vigor. Iris, beside her, was slumped against the back of the couch, her mostly empty root beer in her hands.

"Looks like someone clocked out," Desmond chuckled. He stood up and took the cup out of Iris' hands. Lily considered her sister, then held her cup out for Desmond to take it. He said as he placed both on the kitchen table, "Gosh, looks like nobody can appreciate a good movie."

The middle sister murmured something, and then she relaxed against the couch too. Her breathing was gentle, a soft snore whistling in her nose. Desmond smiled, sat back down. Daisy, still nowhere to be seen; how long could it take a seven-year-old girl to pee, he wondered.

[i]Might as well sample the wares,[/i] he thought. He slid a paw under Lily's shirt. Her chest was smooth, breasts barely a suggestion on her body, just like Daisy. He leaned close, licked her ear, grumbled into it: "I'd fuck your ass until you couldn't walk if I thought you wouldn't talk about it. God, I'd fuck you..."

His paw slid south. His penis was stiffening as he went, breathing quickening. He was shuddering as he felt under the elastic of her shorts. As it had been on Daisy, Lily's pussy was subtle, virginal, nothing more than a slight cleft. He felt along this groove and the girl showed no sign of stirring. Her prone, unknowing form was tempting, so very tempting, but she was no Secret Friend. Only Daisy could be counted on to be quiet.

The toilet flushed. Like a boy caught masturbating, he quickly freed his paw from her shorts. He smelled his fingers - god, but the girl smelled good down there - and passed it off as scratching his nose when Daisy came into view.

"I really had to go," Daisy said, grinning.

Desmond didn't have the heart to tell her that it was impolite to mention such things. And, as perverted as he was, he found the idea of Daisy making lemonade alluring in its own way. He said, touching his musky finger to his lips, "Shhh. Your sisters are sleeping."

Daisy scrutinized them, eyes squinting behind their lenses. "Sleeping? It's not bedtime."

The foxcoon gave a [i]what can you do[/i] shrug and smiled. He beckoned Daisy up on the couch, and when she carefully knelt beside him (no flinging herself this time), he whispered to her, "How about we be Secret Friends now?"

The little possum's face lit with delight. "Secret Friends," she cooed. "Okay."

Desmond gazed at Lily and Iris. Lily had slumped over onto her sister and it looked as if Iris was holding her. They were precious. Desmond wished he could have had them, and he supposed he could have drugged Daisy too, but it seemed a waste after so carefully grooming her. So the older ones could wait.

"You know what Secret Friends have to do," Desmond said.

Daisy nodded eagerly, her brown locks bobbing. She peeled up her shirt, slid down her shorts. Desmond was all smiles as he joined her in undress. He sat on the couch, naked as the day he'd been born, Daisy beside him in her glasses and not a thing more. Desmond was about to molest the child next to her sisters, in the same room where mom probably spent most of her time with them. The idea was incredibly arousing to Desmond and it reflected in the stiffness of his small penis.

Proving why she was such an exemplary Secret Friend, Daisy clutched Desmond's penis in her soft little hands and began to tug it. Desmond moaned, sat back against the couch. "Oh, Daisy," he sighed. "Oh, you're such a great Secret Friend."

"Really?" Daisy asked, smiling. "You are too!"

At this, a smile spread over Desmond's snout. He was a good Secret Friend, she said, but really, he had done nothing to reciprocate. Which, he supposed, she wasn't ready to appreciate yet - but getting her started young couldn't possibly hurt. Not when she was so well-groomed that she wouldn't chatter about it.

"How come you like this?" Daisy's question cut through Desmond's reverie. Though she was still eagerly pumping - to Desmond she looked a bit like a little farm girl churning the butter - her eyes were on his, her expression curious and lovely for it.

Desmond chewed his lip for a moment, turning it white. As he mulled it over he toyed with Daisy's small, perfect body. His fingers slid over her chest, strumming soft, pink nipples, savoring the smooth plane where breasts would one day make themselves apparent. Desmond thought she looked better without them.

"It's hard to explain, even to a Secret Friend," he admitted. "It's a grown-up thing."

Daisy pouted, and it made her even cuter. Desmond grinned and planted a kiss on her cheek. "Don't be like that," he said, chuckling warmly.

[i]"You'll understand when you're o-o-older,"[/i] Daisy groused. Still dutifully churning the butter. Desmond loved her.

The patter of the rain kicked up outside. Desmond glanced at the front window, though the curtains were drawn. "Well, hm," he murmured, and glanced down at Daisy's inquisitive, round face. Her hands continued to pump, his precum leaking into her digits, but her attention was on his eyes.

"I [i]suppose[/i] I could teach you some more grown-up things. I [i]guess."[/i] He gravely regarded her, though his paw was on her bottom, cupping taut cheeks. "You think you're ready, Secret Friend?"

Daisy grinned up at Desmond. Her fleshy whip of a tail was swishing-curling, her hands working harder and faster; she knew Desmond liked it even more when she went faster. "Yeah!"

The foxcoon shuddered, moaned. He closed his eyes and he considered allowing her to finish him, but no, there were better things he could get out of her. New ways to groom her; all it took was the right framing. After a moment, he cupped Daisy's wrists and stopped her.

"That feels good," he cooed to her, "but I want you to do something else. This is [i]really[/i] something only Special Friends do, and only grown-ups for that matter. You think you're up for it?"

Daisy was excited by the prospect of her newest task and she regarded Desmond brightly. "Mhm!"

Desmond smiled and kissed her on the mouth and she kissed back, giving Desmond the same shallow child-kiss she gave her mother. Teaching Daisy to kiss with tongue could have its rewards. Or it could backfire when she tried to slip her mother the tongue. Just one utterance of "Where did you learn that?" could unravel the entire thing. And so he settled for this child-kiss, at least on his mouth, and he complemented it with a fond stroke of her cheek.

He hooked a paw around the nape of her neck. She leaned into his touch, still smiling up at him, brown eyes so bright and loving. As he pulled her down, she moved without complaint even as her face neared his small, throbbing penis. He whispered despite the drug-induced slumber of the other possums, telling Daisy, "I'm going to show you how grown-ups kiss."

"Um-, but-," Daisy murmured. Not exactly fighting him, just uncertain. With Lily or Iris he might have threatened, simply forced his cock where he wanted it, but Daisy was so sweet, innocent. He eased up on her nape and stroked over her hair briefly.

"What's the matter, Daisy?" he cooed. "It's okay. It won't hurt you. You might even like it, and this is going to make me happy."

She blushed, but Desmond doubted if it was a lewd blush. She considered his penis and the fact that it had never hurt her. And then she considered Desmond, and Desmond was awesome in Daisy's eyes. She viewed him like a big brother, full of love and - more importantly for Desmond - unquestioning trust. And it was that trust which saw her nod. Then she said, "Okay. We're Secret Friends."

"Absolutely," Desmond concurred. "And Secret Friends love to make each other happy. Doing this for me is going to make me very happy, Daisy."

"Kissing like grown-ups," Daisy repeated, as if mulling the concept over. She eyed his penis, that small pink root that he seemed to care a lot about. Daisy had enough tact not to say that she thought it was silly-looking with its weird skin-hood and the funny mushroom head it had. It was also very leaky, and Daisy thought that was a little gross because she had been taught how to clean herself up after she peed. But whatever came out of it wasn't pee, so she didn't dwell on it. And kissing, well, Daisy knew what a kiss was.

The girl, without needing Desmond's paw on the back of her neck to guide her, dipped her head and touched her soft lips to his penis. She did not touch it with her hands, the foreskin was not retracted, but she kissed the curve of his glans through its thin, fleshy hood. Desmond shivered, softly moaned; Daisy recognized the sound as a good one.

"Is that how grown-ups kiss?" Daisy asked softly, sweetly. She kissed again, and this time a wad of precum jetted from his cock, though his foreskin slowed it to an ooze. Daisy tasted the bitter-salty fluid and she pulled back, her nose wrinkling from the flavor.

"Sort of, Daisy, sort of." Desmond shifted on the couch. He glanced at the other girls, still out, as they would be for hours. Then down at Daisy again, her lips inches from his penis, her nose and her lips wrinkled in childlike distaste as if she had just sucked the juice from a grapefruit.

[i]"Real[/i] grown-up kisses, you need to use your tongue," Desmond said, keeping his voice level in spite of his quick heartbeat; the excitement was nearly unbearable, the urge to simply boss her around and scare her into servicing him very powerful indeed. It was tempered each time he looked into her eyes, those big brown saucers which regarded him with total faith.

"My... tongue," Daisy murmured. Leaning in again, her nose wrinkling preemptively at the bitter-salty stuff which might leak out again, Daisy stuck out her tongue and touched it to Desmond's penis. She did it as though she were licking a flagpole in freezing weather, and she looked up at Desmond for guidance.

Desmond smiled. His smiles went a long way toward reassuring her. "Not quite, but that's good, too," cooed the foxcoon. He gently stroked her head, fingers sluicing through her soft brown hair, sliding over her ears.

The possum smiled back. She asked without withdrawing her tongue, "'At 'ow?"

It made Desmond chuckle, and Daisy grinned around her protruding tongue. "You're silly. Lucky you're so cute." Then, in his gently instructive tone: "You have to take it inside your mouth, sweetie. Like it's a popsicle or a banana, okay?"

An older child might have offered a dubious look, but Daisy's innocence made things so smooth and simple. Her mouth fell open and her tongue stuck out slightly, as if a doctor had asked her to say [i]ahhh.[/i] As she dipped her head and slowly took Desmond's penis into her maw, she appeared much older, just for a moment; she looked like she knew just what she was doing. Her baby teeth brushed with his flesh, her tongue resting on its firmly throbbing flank. She didn't seal her lips, and for a moment she just held her position, Desmond's penis halfway inside her mouth with her eyes on the blonde, wiry hairs of his bush. That was something else she wanted to ask about, that thatch of hair, but kissing like a grown-up was more important.

Desmond felt like he had the night he had groomed a handjob out of Daisy, which was to say he felt like he wouldn't last long at all. It didn't feel to him like he was exactly headed for a premature orgasm; and if anyone wouldn't mock him for it, it would be Daisy, who didn't know any different. But he did want to enjoy his time alone with her, and so he exhaled slowly, practicing a self-taught form of Lamaze to stave off his climax. It helped that, although Daisy had mouthed his prick, she had no idea what to do with it.

When he felt like he had stabilized himself somewhat, Desmond laid a hand on Daisy's nape and shoulder. "So, grown-ups kiss with their tongues," Desmond said, smiling down at the girl, eyes half-lidded as if he had grown as tired as the other possums. "Close your lips around it, that's important - just don't bite me, okay?"

"Uh'ay," Daisy burbled, trusting in Desmond, happy to do what he liked, even as bizarre - and gross - as his interests were. To keep herself steady, she planted her hands on his thigh, and she looked a bit like a girl peering over the edge of a cliff. She pursed her lips around his shaft and swabbed it with her tongue, swirling it around her maw, slurping it. The flavor of it was like the clear fluid it leaked: bitter, a bit salty. A musky flavor, though she didn't know that descriptor. And it was leaking so much precum, making the taste even worse, making her nose wrinkle in distaste. But Desmond was moaning, and he was also squirming somewhat. Daisy recognized it as the same restlessness he'd shown when she stroked him. That had been not long before the sticky white stuff.

Inside of Daisy's humid maw, against her young and clumsy tongue, Desmond's penis pulsated so harshly that he thought it might burst. He was breathing slowly, harshly, and his exhalations were sometimes underscored by needy moans. He felt over Daisy's smooth back, stroking down to her bottom which she had perked out. First he felt over the smooth lines of her behind, then momentarily down her thigh. He gazed across the empty seat to the slumped and dozing body of Lily.

Over the movie and the rain slapping the windows and Daisy's sloppy but eager kissing practice, Desmond heard his heartbeat thudding in his temples, not as a headache but something like a current thrumming in his body. His nerves seemed electrified and his balls were so taut, he thought he could feel the sperm and semen churning inside of them.

"You're doing great, Daisy," Desmond cooed. "You're such a good Secret Friend, and an amazing kisser. Just keep doing that... keep kissing it."

"Muh-huh!" Daisy agreed, pausing to peer at him from the tops of her eyes. She was smiling around his cock, drool escaping from the corners of her maw. Desmond smiled back and he ruffled her hair fondly. He thought of telling her to fondle his scrotum, but that idea, like so many others, could wait. A handjob then, a blowjob now, and he thought before the night was done, he might even sample her pussy. Possibly her anus, too; Secret Friends had Secret Kisses, after all.

"Oh, sweet little Daisy, you just keep that up," Desmond murmured, reaching across to sweet, sleepy Lily. Under her shirt, over the glass-smooth plane of her breast, stopping to twiddle small pink nipples along the way. Daisy was beautiful, but so was Lily. So was Iris. Even their mother had a sad, quiet loveliness to her. The four were like the same woman in different stages of life.

Daisy's mouth was beginning to hurt, but listening to Desmond's moans and his sweet, soft words were the encouragement she needed to tough it out. It was just the kind of thing you did for Secret Friends, and Desmond was the best - not to mention the only - Secret Friend around. And she liked the idea of doing anything she could to be more of a grown-up. Daisy performed only the most basic acts of self-exploration, but Desmond's penis rubbing against her tongue, leaking its bitter-salty stuff that she had to constantly swallow, gave her a sensation which was not pleasure, but similar to it. She was enjoying the game Desmond had started her playing.

As Daisy practiced her kisses, Desmond fondled Lily. He slid his fingers down her belly now, over her navel, clawtip sliding into it like a stylus following the groove of a record. Under her shorts, over the delicate line of her pussy. And now he allowed his finger to part these smooth, and so far unmolested pussylips. He watched Lily raptly for the slightest sign of rousing, but she was still, her breathing slow.

Desmond's finger entered the tight channel of Lily's vagina. To Desmond's finger the circumference seemed no more than that of a pencil, and the muscular walls within were forbiddingly tight but the wet warmth invited him. His penis was throbbing, beating hard, about to explode, he was sure of it. Teeth clenched, he eased his finger deeper, deeper, opening her vagina for the first time. He knew if she had been awake, she would have cried and told him to stop. And he knew that when she came around, her vagina would be sore from this molestation, but he couldn't stop himself.

The fox's finger was halted by the fibrous wall of Lily's hymen, her virginity given physical form. Desmond exhaled shakily; he could take no more. His penis flexed, seemed to fight Daisy's slobbering tongue like an enemy in a thumb war. "Oh-, oh god, Daisy," he said, the words coming out in a bleat of hot breath. He peered down at Daisy, who peered up at him in turn, eyes big and bright, her expression still trusting, still dear to him.

Then Desmond ejaculated, and Daisy's eyes as well as her cheeks bulged slightly. Desmond found the sight so cute that he grinned, and he cupped the back of her head though she did not pull up. He cooed to the possum, "It's okay! It's okay," Desmond said, orgasm putting a strain in his words. His entire body was quivering and hot, sweat oozing through his fur despite the autumnal chill inside and out. He freed his finger from Lily with a tug and he licked his dirty digit, suckling it, smelling the prepubescent pussy imprinted on its fur and pad.

Desmond's semen filled Daisy's mouth and she made a whining, uncomfortable noise. It was salty and hot; it made her think of the time she had forgotten about the Go-Gurt her mother had put into her kindergarten lunch and how it had soured in the heat. She wanted to pull back - but her Secret Friend hadn't told her to. Her tongue still swirled and swished, but now it was an effort to escape the wad of salty semen in her mouth which the thought of bad yogurt kept her from swallowing down. Desmond's reassurance, just two words, calmed her considerably and kept the nervous tears at bay, but she looked at him from the tops of her big saucer eyes, seeking grown-up guidance for her first grown-up kiss.

The foxcoon slid his paw down her nape and shoulder. He said in a calming, but authoritative voice, "Swallow that, Daisy." More gently, then: "It's good for you. It's that sticky stuff... don't you remember the sticky stuff? It won't hurt you."

As if the cum were bad medicine, Daisy swallowed hard; Desmond's semen, blended with her drool, thumped its way down her throat in what felt to her like a fist-sized knot. Once it was out of her mouth, she relaxed considerably. She began to tongue his penis again, earnestly giving it her best grown-up kisses even though it was softening, getting smaller and flimsier to the point that she was bullying it around her mouth.

Desmond let her go for a minute or so. He was still savoring the smell and the taste of Lily's sex on his finger. There was no question about it: he would have to fuck her before long. He wasn't even sure he could contain himself and only fuck her in the ass; he might have to pop her cherry. At the very least he'd lick her. Her taste was wonderful secondhand.

Desmond relaxed on the couch. He sighed. "You can stop, Daisy. You did a great job." He smiled down at her, watched as she spat out his penis. She wiped her lips on the back of her arm and beamed her smile up at him.

"Secret Friends!" she exclaimed, giggling.

"Secret Friends," Desmond agreed, warmly. He sat up, moving sluggishly with his orgasm so recent. A whim struck him, a filthy one, but Daisy was so carefully groomed that he felt invincible. Of course, fucking the little possum was something he relegated only to fantasy, invincible or not.

The foxcoon leaned in and kissed her flat chest. He flitted his tongue over a nipple and she giggled. Her fleshy hands pawed over his head and his ears, smoothing down their edges. "Tickles," she squeaked.

"Oh yeah?" he cooed. "What about this?" Nibbling down her belly, listening as her giggles and her titters came in shrill notes. Smooching her navel, flitting his tongue into its crease, listening to shrieking giggles as her hands pawed and pushed on his head.

"Tickles, quiddit!" she squealed, giggling wildly.

Lower. Kissing her pubic bone as it subtly appeared on her prepubescent body, the painful womanly expansion of her form years away. Her giggles were more reserved, but she showed no discomfort; her Secret Friend could do no wrong. Desmond drew his tongue along her young sex and she squeaked, but there was no pleasure in her reaction, and he expected none. It was only surprise, only more funny tickles. He smelled her soft, delicate labia, drinking in prepubescent possum musk; Daisy was like an unripe fruit or a wine not yet aged, enjoyable but terribly subtle. He kissed her sex, wriggled his tongue against the lips, and she gave no reaction. Desmond dared not play with her pussy any more aggressively than this; he kissed again, cooing as he did, "One day."

"Huh?"

He smiled up at her, and he looked a little silly to her with his snout so close to where she peed from. She giggled. "I'm just so happy we're friends, Daisy."

[i]"Secret[/i] Friends," the possum indulgently corrected.

"Of course. Secret Friends." Desmond winked a green eye at her, gave her bottom a gentle pat, and straightened in his seat. "But you know what, Daisy? There's something [i]else[/i] Secret Friends can do for each other. Think of it as," he considered, then smiled, pleased with himself and how quick he was on his feet, "a secret handshake. A special way we can greet each other when it's just the two of us."

The young possum's smile, already bright, seemed to become particularly radiant at Desmond's mention of a secret handshake. It only seemed fitting for Secret Friends. "Okay!" she agreed, leaning in close as if she meant to kiss him. So close that he could smell her briny cum breath, she asked him lowly, "What's the secret handshake?"

Desmond grinned. He pecked her on the nose, paused to smell her face; the reek of his semen on her lips and her breath excited him the same way a tagger felt examining his latest street masterpiece. He cupped her soft hands in his furry paws, but merely stroked over her knuckles with his thumbs. "Actually, it's not so much a handshake. More like a secret [i]sniff."[/i] Again he kissed her. She was irresistible to him, especially with afterglow warming his mood.

For a moment the foxcoon regarded Daisy with a calm eye while he held her hands like a lover. Everything about the child was perfect, from her smooth lines and flat breast to the girlish but naive way she carried herself; a typical little girl, but that was where her allure was.

"Um," Daisy murmured, but still she smiled.

"Sorry. I'm just looking at you," Desmond blurted, then laughed softly. "You're just so pretty. I'm lucky to have you as my Secret Friend." He placed his paws on her featureless hips. "Turn around, sweetie," he cooed, nudging her as he spoke. She turned obediently and looked over her shoulder at him.

"Okay," Daisy said, agreeably.

Like her pussy, her bottom's curve was subtle. Desmond cupped the cheeks in his greedy paws, easily vanishing both. And then he pulled them apart, exposing the crevice between: gray fur no more coarse than peach fuzz between, pink flesh seeming to glow through, and a small pink anus as delicate as a tulip bud.

Blush warmed Daisy's snout; she was unconcerned about her chest, even her loins, but to have her bottom scrutinized was a source of shame for her. Even having it examined by Secret Friend Desmond was embarrassing. She asked meekly, "Um, wh-what are you doing with my butt?"

Desmond licked his lips, smeared saliva across his sticky jowls. Even having finessed a blowjob out of the child and some tentative cunnilingus too, Desmond believed, and rightly, that butt stuff crossed a line. Yet he was already there, and the girl's grooming would keep her cooperative. He was certain of that. It just needed to be presented properly.

He unhanded her small, gray bottom, hiding her anus from view. Daisy unsurprisingly turned back around, doing so with some hesitancy. She looked up at him from behind her lenses, asked him quietly, "Um, so, what now?"

"Well, now," murmured Desmond, palming his knees, "I think it's bedtime, sweetheart."

Daisy whined. She glanced at her sisters as if for support, but they were out cold. It was so unlike them, but the young possum thought nothing particularly strange of it. She didn't even know she was being molested. "Don't wanna," she puffed.

Now a sly smile from Desmond. Daisy couldn't help it; she smiled back. Desmond's foxy smiles were infectious. "You don't want to go to bed, do you?" he tutted. "Well, I [i]suppose,[/i] for a Secret Friend, I can work something out with you."

The girl smiled wider and leaned in close. Desmond smelled the cum on her breath and his heart fluttered. "Yeah? I can stay up late?"

Desmond teased a finger over her nipple. She giggled but didn't fidget. "Yeah, if you win a little game. How's [i]that[/i] sound?"

She tilted her head. "What game?"

"A little game called Truth or Dare, ever heard of that? I bet your sisters have played it."

"Oh, um," the little possum considered, biting her lip in a way that was incredibly precious, "I think so... I wanted to play but big sis wouldn't let me." She glanced at Iris and huffed.

Desmond winked a cool green eye at her. "Big sis isn't awake to say no. Wanna play? Winner gets to stay up to midnight and eat more pizza."

"Okay!" Daisy agreed, delighted. Her tail flicked.

Smiling, Desmond got down on the floor with her. He turned off the DVD player and the TV - nobody was awake to appreciate the perfection that was Ghostbusters, he lamented - and sat with his legs parted, scrotum hanging on the floor.

"I'll go first," said Desmond. "Truth or dare? You have to-"

"I know, I kno-o-ow, I snuck in and watched big sis play it," Daisy said, grinning. "Ummm, truth!"

[i]Of course. Got the feeling I'll be doing all the heavy lifting here. Not that I mind too much.[/i]

Desmond feigned consideration. Then he said, "How many Secret Friends do you [i]really[/i] have?"

"Just you!" Daisy said at once, urgently.

"Just me, huh?" A grin.

"Yeah. My turn! Um, truth or da-a-are?" She was kneeling in front of him, leaning close. Had she had breasts and clothes on, Desmond would have been peering into her cleavage.

Desmond licked his lips. He wondered what kind of dares a seven-year-old might come up with; probably silly ones, at least until he poisoned her mind a bit more. "Truth."

It took her a moment to consider this. She looked at the window, both listened to and watched the rain trickle down its surface. "Umm. How old are you?"

The foxcoon chuckled. "I'm twenty-two." He reached out, brushed her hair from her eyes; she was impossible to resist touching. "Truth or dare, Daisy?"

Now the possum grinned. "Dare!"

Desmond grinned back. He had good reason to do so. "Oh yeah? I [i]dare[/i] you to kiss my foot." And he lifted his leg, held out his fairly dainty paw to her. The beans of his pawpads were vibrantly pink, especially noticeable against the black of his fur.

Daisy wrinkled her nose in distaste, but with admirable enthusiasm, she smacked a noisy, wet smooch on the biggest pad of his paw: [i]"Mmmwah!"[/i]

The foxcoon giggled, his toes curling around her snout momentarily. She giggled with him and flopped back, her butt cheeks bumping on the floor, sending a minor vibration through the mobile home.

"Eww, your feet smell."

"They do not," Desmond protested. "Your turn now."

"Truth or dare!" she cried, smiling at him, blushing.

[i]Let's see what you can come up with.[/i] "Dare me."

Seeming to follow Desmond's precedent, Daisy began, "Lick my..." And then she trailed off into thought. She repeated her tic of studying the window and didn't notice his perked ears and dirty smirk. When she came back she said proudly, "Lick my [i]bellybutton."[/i]

"What, again?" Desmond scoffed, as if to say [i]no problem.[/i]

"Wait! I wanna-"

"Nope, no take-backsies, not unless you want to forfeit and go to bed." He advanced on her on all-fours, smiling.

Daisy groaned. "Fi-i-ine. That's not fair."

"Sure it is." He nosed into her small, flat stomach. Kissed her navel, dipped his tongue into its subtle crease. He shivered as he licked her, and she shivered back. He rested on his knees and asked her the question.

"Um... truth," she murmured.

He licked his lips. "Truth, then. Do you like it when I lick you?"

She eyed him uncomprehendingly, but she was blushing. Desmond thought she was precious when she was flustered. She was precious most of the time. "Uh, um... I think so. It tickles. And it's kinda weird."

Desmond considered pushing the point but let it be. Making her too uncomfortable was his ticket to prison. He smiled, and she smiled back. "Your turn, hon."

"Truth or dare, Desmond!"

He sat back again, spreading his legs, small genitals calm for the time being. "Give me a dare. Think of something good."

Daisy needed only a few seconds to consider. She even grinned at him, apparently delighted with her grotesque dare. "You gotta sniff my armpits!"

Desmond recoiled in feigned horror; he even splayed back his ears. "Your [i]armpits,"[/i] he gasped. "Daisy!"

"Do i-i-it!" she said, wildly giggling and holding up her right arm. A little sweat glistened in the fur. "Or you gotta go to bed and [i]I[/i] stay up late!"

The foxcoon grumbled and groused under his breath, but he was grinning, and so was she. He liked how she was playing. He touched his snout to her armpit and he snuffled her like a big friendly dog. A little shudder passed through his body; her body was prepubescent, so her BO was slight, but the perverted fox gladly drank in the musky smell.

"Your thing is getting big," Daisy observed.

"Oh, that happens sometimes," Desmond said flippantly. "You can help me with it again, if you want to."

The girl giggled. [i]"After[/i] I beat you. I'm not going to bed early."

Sitting back, still savoring his whiff of her armpit, Desmond asked: "Truth or dare, sweetie?"

Feeling bold, she said "Dare!"

The fox grinned, lifted his own right arm, and beckoned her over. "You have to sniff [i]my[/i] armpit now."

Daisy wrinkled her nose as she had before the foot-kiss. She protested: "Nuh-uh, I already said that!"

"So? I can pick it too," he said, and stuck his tongue out. Then he reached for her, and he tickled her briskly with his blunt claw tips.

The possum giggled and pawed at his arm. When she swatted him away, she acquiesced. "Okay, oka-a-ay. I bet you smell funny."

"Totally funny," he concurred.

Daisy moved in close. She huffed to show her distaste, puffing out her cheeks, making them look quite pinchable. Then she shoved her snout into his armpit, into greasy sweaty fur smelling strongly of musk and BO. What deodorant the foxcoon used had seemingly worn thin; there wasn't so much of a hint of it. She whined, but she gamely snuffled his pit for several seconds, just as he had done to her.

She gasped as she pulled back, then said to him, "You stink."

He grinned and prodded her shoulder. "So do you, missy. Now then, truth or dare?"

Daisy's brown eyes met his in a challenge. "Dare!"

The foxcoon's eyes flitted to Iris and Lily passed-out against each other, like party girls full of liquor and barely supporting one another. He thought of pushing Daisy to molest Lily. The idea was brief and vivid, a power fantasy quickly dismissed by his rational mind.

Cupping his scrotum, Desmond said, "I dare you to lick my balls." The confusion on her face came immediately and he said, indicating his balls, "This. This here, sweetie."

"That's not a ball," Daisy skeptically said, but - being her Secret Friend - she gave him the benefit of the doubt. "But okay." She leaned close and pluckily slopped her tongue over Desmond's furry scrotum, leaving a stripe of drool. And then she kissed his stiffened penis, and she said with a girlish titter, "Kissing was fun."

Desmond ruffled her hair, smiling. He said, "Your turn now."

"Yeah. Truth or dare?"

The foxcoon fondled his small penis, still wet with a bit of her saliva from the kissing practice. Daisy watched him, big brown eyes full of curiosity. "Dare me."

Once more Daisy peered away, consulting the rainy window pane. "Ummm. I dunno."

Desmond, like a character in a stage show consulting the audience, murmured under his breath. "I just hope she doesn't make me lick her between the thighs... that was [i]awful."[/i]

Daisy made a show of pretending not to hear, but her ears twitched, and she regarded him from the corner of her eye. [i]"Hmmm,"[/i] she droned. "I think I have an idea."

"Uh oh," Desmond said, feigning worry. It was almost impossible to fight off a smile, but he managed.

The little possum grinned at him. As if the idea were her own, she sat back and parted her legs, mimicking him. Deviously she said, "You gotta lick me-, um, between my legs! On my thing!"

"Not your thing," Desmond groaned, penis twitching.

"Yes!" Daisy giggled. "Or you gotta go to bed!"

The foxcoon groaned again. But he leaned in close, and he touched his snout to her immature loins. His nose brushed the topmost edge of her sex. "I'm [i]not[/i] gonna lose. I'll do it, even if you smell funny."

The girl grinned and pawed at his head, playing with one of his angular ears. "I don't smell funny, you do. Lick me or you gotta go to bed."

Desmond huffed his hot breath across her pussy. Then he began to lap gently, tongue dragging over young labia, saliva wetting thin fur. Daisy murmured quietly; Desmond couldn't gauge if the sound was one of pleasure or simply confusion at strange feelings. He just licked her, letting his tongue part her lips without spreading them intently. Forcing open Lily had been one thing; Daisy was apt to rip and cry.

After perhaps thirty seconds, long enough to set a decent precedent, Desmond withdrew from between her legs. He sat back, licking his lips. "There. You little weirdo. Happy?"

"I got you good," Daisy giggled. "I pee from there."

Desmond stuck out his tongue, blew a little fart at her. "Yeah? Well, I pee from this." He fingered his small prick. "And [i]you[/i] had it in your mouth."

"Ewww!" Daisy made a [i]ptooey![/i] noise, then giggled. "It's my turn now! Truth or dare, Desmond!"

Too horny to help himself and believing her into the game enough to comply, Desmond flipped smoothly onto his paws and knees and hiked up his bushy tail. He said while he pulled one of his ass cheeks to the side, "You have to smell my butthole."

The possum peered at Desmond's round bottom, and for a moment she sat frozen. Desmond started to worry that he had finally gone too far and he was already trying to think of ways to salvage it. What he settled on, if worse came to worse, was to press her and ask if she still wanted to stay up late.

"Um, okay," she murmured. "Is this a thing Secret Friends do?"

"It sure is," Desmond cooed. "I wouldn't ask you if you [i]weren't[/i] a Secret Friend. This is super-secret stuff. You have to put your nose right against it and sniff."

Daisy exhaled. "Okay." There was trust in her voice, but nervousness too. It made Desmond think of her at the dentist's office, promising to be brave for mommy. She leaned closer, but slowly, like she expected his small pink pucker to bite. Then she nestled her nose into his crack, and she liked how soft his fur was. It was nice and warm. Cuddly, relaxing. She smelled his musk already and didn't know what to make of it; it was a weird smell. A little like dirt, but there was something else to it. Something about it was wet like how she and her sisters smelled after they played in the pool. As her nostrils touched his anus the smell intensified, and her small body shivered at its first dose of anal musk. But like a small, nervous creature peeking out of its burrow and sensing danger, she recoiled and said, "Okay. I smelled it."

Desmond peered back at her, the curve of his own ass just in his view. He smiled at her and she smiled back in the nervous, caught way of a typical child. "You barely smelled it. You need to do it for [i]at least[/i] a minute."

Daisy sighed. "But- but..."

"Yes, butt," Desmond said, and wiggled his round bottom side to side. Daisy started to giggle and Desmond found it so infectious that he joined in. He was still giggling with her when he said to the possum, "Come on, Daisy, don't you want to stay up late? Or do you want to be a loser?"

"Okay, oka-a-ay," said Daisy, almost whining - but she was still smiling. Still happy, still enamored with Desmond, so far as he could tell. Again she leaned close to his upturned bottom. Her smile leveled off and she studied his bottom, at the same time cupping its cheeks in her hands. She pushed them apart slowly the way she quietly opened her toybox when mom was asleep. Desmond's small pink anus wrinkled at her, and the way it did so made her giggle softly, made her think of how Desmond had screwed up his nose when had to smell her armpit.

"Get in there," cooed Desmond, sweetly and softly. Tail swishing, fanning his mature musk to her. "I dared you, you have to do it or you lose."

The young possum slid her snout between the pillow-soft cheeks of Desmond's ass. She was oblivious to the finer points of Desmond's ass, blind to his girlish sex appeal; to her the act was only gross and weird, but she trusted Desmond, her Special Friend who bought her pizza and let her stay up late.

"Um..." Shallow, tentative sniffs gave way to deeper inhalations. Desmond smiled at her rapid progress. His tail flicked, and then he draped it over her back, hemmed her in against his musky ass.

"That's it," he cooed to the child. "That's what you do. You're such an awesome friend, Daisy, you're the best one I've ever had. I love what a great Secret Friend you are. And you can never, ever tell anybody we do stuff like this, because that's what makes it special, all right?"

"Mhm," mumbled Daisy. Well over a minute had passed. Her brown eyes were glassy; her pointed nose had sunk into Desmond's rim which softly smooched and wriggled her snuffling nostrils. Her breathing was slow and steady as though she were in restful sleep; but a wetness as subtle as morning dew began to form in her young sex. Desmond's anal scent caused her the faintest arousal.

Desmond was absently keeping time by glancing at the clock on top of the TV. Two or three minutes had passed while Daisy smelled him, breathing deeply and softly cooing with her exhalations. Desmond thought that she probably sounded the same way when she buried her nose in a flower.

"You can stop whenever," Desmond said, grinning. His tail flicked and his penis throbbed slowly, sensuously against the pile of the carpet. Daisy's sniffing nose teased the sensitive nerves of his anus and gave him pleasure. "It's been, like, five minutes."

Daisy burbled what seemed to be acknowledgment, but continued to smell Desmond's anus for a minute longer. Her breathing remained slow, as though she had drifted off, but her eyes were open, albeit half-lidded. A droplet of colorless and odorless fluid dripped from between her labia.

When the possum pulled back her snout, she did so slowly, and her eyes remained fixed on Desmond's anus. Something had changed in the girl, and she regarded his puckered hole as if it had magical properties. She rocked back on her knees and she shivered; her nipples were stiff.

"Your butt," she murmured. "It smells... it smells... um, it's nice."

The foxcoon sat before her and smiled. His cheeks were reddened with a blush; compliments tended to warm him up. He palmed his small cock. "Does it? Thanks, Daisy. That's a nice thing to say."

The girl covered her face, but she giggled. "Oh, ple-e-ease don't tell anybody I smelled your butt."

Desmond chuckled. "Daisy, I would never. We're Secret Friends, we don't tell on each other."

She peeked at him from between her fingers. Desmond mimicked her, hiding his face behind his paws but peeking back, and Daisy shrieked with laughter.

"Quit it!"

"Make me, butt-smeller," Desmond said, then stuck out his tongue.

Daisy groaned, then grinned. "Truth or dare? My turn!"

"Dare!" Desmond said, grinning right back.

It came as no surprise to Desmond when she gave him her dare. It was a delight, however, like a winning lottery ticket. She energetically flopped onto her belly, pushed herself to her hands and knees, and hiked up her fleshy tail: "Smell [i]my[/i] butthole now! For [i]at least[/i] a minute!"

Desmond licked his lips. He leaned close to her small and, for the time being, boyish butt. He pulled apart the cheeks and spied her delicate and vibrantly pink anus between them.

"If I [i]have[/i] to."

"You do, or you lo-o-ose." She giggled and wiggled her bottom in his paws.

Desmond nosed into her crack. Her smell was delicate and hygienic, but there was a hint of anal musk. It would grow when she entered puberty, just like her breasts and her curiosity would grow, but it was the immaturity that enticed him. He touched his nose to her rim, pink kissing on black; he smelled her firmly, his sniffs deep and huffing. His cock throbbed, spitting precum on the carpet.

"Oh, ooh yeah," Desmond whispered. He pushed harder against her, and Daisy uttered a squeak. His nose did not enter her, but it did cause her anus to spread slightly. The delicate musk glands in its muscles expressed their unripe scent and Desmond imbibed her smell eagerly.

Daisy, unused to giving musk or having her anus teased, quivered and gave her first tentative moan. Her pussy was not ready for sex and her anus was never meant for it, but its many tender nerve endings and Desmond's grinding, flaring nose excited them, sent pleasurable signals up her spine in waves. Another droplet of wetness fell from her sex.

The minute passed but neither the fox or possum seemed ready to call off this round. He palmed her young form, caressing short, taut legs and smooth buttocks, over the subtle wings of her pelvic bones. He felt across her sex and was startled by the wetness which speckled her cuntlips. But he doted on her anus, smelling it, tasting its bouquet.

"That-, that feels good," the possum said, voice almost a whine. "It feels funny. Why's it feel like that?"

"Because," Desmond whispered, almost musk-drunk despite her mild flavor, "that's how Secret Friends make each other feel."

She smiled. With her blush and her half-drawn lids, she looked twice her age. "Secret Friends make each other feel good," she affirmed. "Um... so this is what it's like when I pull on your thing? Or kiss it?"

The connections she made pleased Desmond. As long as she remembered the sanctity of being Secret Friends, that was fine; she was practically grooming herself. He planted a kiss on her anus now - she sweetly moaned for it - and then he nuzzled into her ass cheek, savoring her innocence, her perfection.

"You got it," he cooed to her. "It's just like that, but better. It makes me so happy when you do it."

"I like when you're happy," Daisy said, peering back at him. No longer was she self-conscious of her bottom. Now she thought she might explore it on her own.

Desmond smiled at her. Love was in his gaze. "I like making you happy, too. That's what makes us-"

"Secret Friends!" Daisy said, and grinned.

The foxcoon rocked back on his knees. He said to the child, "Okay, Daisy. I think that's enough truth or dare, let's call it a draw. We both win."

"Okay," Daisy said. She was bored with the game anyway, but the butt stuff was now at the forefront of her mind. "Um, want me to pull your thing?"

Desmond chuckled. He had a dozen ideas. One of them was sliding his cock between her ass cheeks; not to fuck her, sadly no, but to hotdog her. And maybe he would, the night was young, but his thoughts were on her musk which still hung in his nose.

He laid back on the carpet, peering up at the plain ceiling of the mobile. He beckoned Daisy close and she leaned over him, smiling and reaching for his penis. She gave it a few firm tugs, and Desmond sighed. He almost closed his eyes, almost let her service him as he'd taught her to. But her ass enticed him.

"Sit on my face, sweetheart," he said.

Daisy giggled. "Why-y-y? You gonna smell my butt some more?"

"I mi-i-ight," Desmond growled, and he tickled her belly until she giggled and smacked at his paws.

"Okay, okay!" the possum said, and stuck out her tongue. Then she stepped over Desmond, moving cautiously. She stood over his head and looked down her flat body at him. He stared up at what was unarguably a finer view. "So I just, um, sit?"

"Gently," Desmond said, picturing her flopping down and breaking his nose. [i]"Gently.[/i] But yes."

"Mmkay," Daisy said. She was smiling as she lowered herself. Blushing as her butt brushed on his snout. She felt it slip between her cheeks, felt him moving around, positioning himself. Then his nose was against her rim, again snuffling and huffing. Daisy watched his penis as it twitched and drooled. She remembered what he'd said; how the clear stuff meant he was enjoying himself. If that was true, he really liked being sat on.

"Like this?"

"Just like that, sweetheart," Desmond sighed. He closed his eyes, palmed her legs. "Oh, god, Daisy. I love you."

She tittered. Her anus felt good again, that strange pleasure making her tingly and hot. She touched her young loins just tentatively, and she sighed.

"I love you too," she warmly said. "You're such a cool Secret Friend, Desmond."