The Tamaskan contentedly watched as his daughter - Sage - and her new friend - Penny - giggled and played together in the yard. The swing set creaked gently as they swung. Penny was pushing Sage, playing with her like a big sister; Cory found it appropriate, given Penny's age, which was ten to his Sage's seven-and-a-half.

An unmarried father and artist who paid his bills working from home, Cory avoided most of the single parent pitfalls and had cultivated a warm relationship with his girl. He was new to this neighborhood and had initially nursed the concern he was making life difficult for Sage by tearing her away from her friends. But Penny had been there almost from the day they moved in. She was a cute little brown bear in a yellow skirt and a shirt with a silver, glittery butterfly on it, and she pedaled over on her little bicycle, its pink powder coated frame chipped in spots from drops and crashes. Sage had latched onto her immediately. Cory's new neighbors assured him Penny was just about the sweetest angel anybody had ever known, and that was that; he stopped worrying about Sage being friendless.

Tonight was their first sleepover. It surprised Cory that it had taken so long; he and Sage had been in the neighborhood for a month now. Sage had slept at Penny's house more than a few times. Now, with the go-ahead from her parents, Penny was staying over with Sage.

Cory turned at the sound of an engine. Headlights shone in the front window: the pizza had arrived. He paid with a fair tip for the driver and then called in the girls for dinner. Penny and Sage raced for the backdoor, giggling, sometimes shrieking with laughter. Inside they were almost delirious with the giggles, and they pawed and shoved each other playfully.

The older dog grinned as he took out three plates. "What'll it be, girls? Root beer, iced tea, milk?"

"Root beer, ple-e-ease," Penny cooed.

"Root beer!" Sage concurred.

He served himself and the girls a slice of pizza and a can of root beer each. They ate and watched a movie, Cory on the couch, Sage and Penny on the floor. After dinner was over, Sage eagerly helped him clean up. Penny loitered in the kitchen, doing nothing in particular.

"So Penny, you're in the fifth grade, is that right?" Cory asked as he washed the few dishes in the sink. Sage, standing up on a small stepladder with rubber feet, rinsed and put them neatly in the drainer.

"Uh-huh," Penny answered. "School is kinda fun."

He smiled back at her. "Yeah? I didn't mind it when I was your age. I was always drawing when the teachers weren't looking, though."

"My daddy's an artist," Sage indulgently explained.

Cory chuckled, felt self-conscious. "Yeah, that's right," he said, and passed her a soapy plate. "Hey, Penny, if you're still hungry, don't be shy."

The bear smiled. "I'm fine. I just wanna go pla-a-ay."

Sage suddenly looked up at her dad. Her sweet brown eyes and long, matching hair made her a lovely child, and the spitting image of the mother she'd never get to know. "Can I go play too?" she implored.

Cory hummed thoughtfully. "Hm. All right. I guess you've earned it," he said, and grinned. "Be nice now."

The girls left for Sage's room, giggling and roughhousing. Cory watched them go and felt a warm stir in his chest.

Penny and Sage's play spanned video games, Hot Wheels and claw painting, and these activities stretched well into the night. Cory worked at his computer with his office door open so he could keep an ear on the kids, though in time he tuned out their cries as he focused on his illustrations.

The little bear was enjoying herself even if she was really biding her time. Sage the Tamaskan was fun for a younger girl. She was good at video games - the lame E-rated ones her father allowed her, anyway - and liked sausage and mushroom pizza, Penny's favorite.

But Penny was there mostly for Cory. From the first moment she laid eyes on the handsome, somewhat shy single dad, her heart was set on getting into his pants. She waited for bedtime, wondering when it might actually come; already it was half past eleven and Cory was still working at his computer, a drawing tablet and pen in his mitts.

It was quarter after midnight when Cory poked his head into the room. Both girls were yawning with some frequency, though Penny galvanized herself with the thought of sex. She kept her gaze sweet and girlish; she did not want to give it away in front of Sage.

"Time for bed, I think," Cory said. "Ready for bed, sweetie?"

Sage nodded her head, brown locks bouncing. She put away her Hot Wheels, went into the bathroom and brushed her teeth.

Cory stepped out and came back from the hall closet with blankets and a spare pillow. Penny smiled at him and he smiled back, then laid out a soft pad of blankets for her. "Think you'll need more blankets than this, Penny?"

"Nuh-uh, I'll be okay," Penny said, then yanked her shirt up and off. Cory looked at her smooth, tan chest for a moment then turned away, not blushing but feeling something approaching embarrassment. Sage was so young and still needed so much adult supervision in matters like bathing and potty time that Cory was desensitized to her smooth, immature body; Penny's unfamiliar body, not so much.

"Oh, do you have, uh, a night shirt?" Cory asked, looking at the walls.

"Nope! I sleep in my underwear," Penny giggled. She slipped out of her skirt and dropped it on the floor. "Mr. Cory, sir?"

He glanced at her, spied one of her little brown nipples and quickly averted his eyes again. "Yeah, Penny?"

The little bear worked very hard not to smirk. With perfect innocence: "I usually get a hug from my daddy before I sleep... can I have a hug?"

Cory exhaled sharply. "I-, yes. Okay, you can have a hug." He knelt down, trying very hard not to examine her chest. Her nipples were soft and he was thankful for that. Delicately he hugged her, but she squeezed back and nuzzled his neck.

"Okay," Penny said, giggling. She laid on the pad Cory had made and pulled the sheet over her nearly nude body. As one last step before sleep, she removed her silver butterfly hair clip and set it with her clothing. "Goodnight, Mr. Cory, sir."

"Goodnight, Penny," Cory said, relief heavy in his voice.

Sage returned with a mouth smelling of cinnamon toothpaste. She gave her dad a loving squeeze and got one back, then climbed into bed. He pulled the covers up to her chin and smooched her between the eyes. Penny almost asked where her kiss was. That, she decided, was laying it on too thick after flashing him.

"Night, girls," Cory said, and flicked off the light.

"Night daddy!"

"Night, Mr. Cory."

Exhausted and just a bit unnerved, Cory had some sipping whiskey before bed. He kept this in the cabinet above the fridge, well out of reach of Sage. Though he believed she was too well-behaved to touch it, having it away from her reach and scrutiny made him feel better.

Under the calming effect of a gentle buzz, he stripped down to his boxers and slipped into bed. He was quickly asleep.

It was one in the morning when Penny joined him. The rustle of his sheets was nothing alarming to him. He assumed it was Sage, who at times woke him up when nightmares frightened her or thunder rumbled. A light patter of rain fell on the roof, but there seemed to be no thunder with it.

A paw brushed his side. Cory yawned and burbled, "What is it, sweetie?"

Penny sidled up to him. In the dark, she felt no different from Sage: a soft little girl with long hair and gentle paws. Cory rubbed her back and asked more firmly, "What's wrong, Sage? Nightmare?"

"I'm not Sage," Penny growled. She gave Cory's lips a lick, brief but sultry.

The dog blinked several times, his sticky sleepy eyelids clicking. It took him a few seconds to process what he was hearing, like an old computer solving a complex formula. He reached for the nightstand and clicked on his reading lamp. Dim orange light was cast onto the bed; Penny's honey-gold eyes glimmered in it.

"What in the hell?" Cory asked, voice quavering, tired mind struggling with his mounting fears and questions. He inched back from Penny as if she were a large spider.

Penny simply climbed over him, laid atop him. Her naked loins pressed sinfully to his. He was boxer-clad, and this single layer of clothing seemed insufficient to Cory. His paws recoiled from her almost daintily. He asked with splayed ears, "What are you [i]doing?"[/i]

"Gawd, you're kinda dumb, huh? I guess most boys are." Penny giggled and smooched his lips. Cory took the smooch passively, but blushed. "What do you like to do, huh? Maybe you wanna skip right to the fucking?"

"What?"

"Ooh, or do you like to eat pussy?" She grinned wide, pushing her broad nose against his. "Mmm, big doggy tongue, yeah, I bet you eat [i]mad[/i] pussy."

[i]"What!?"[/i]

The bear grumbled sweetly. She licked his lips, prodded his jowls with her tongue. He whined submissively, pulled away his snout. Undeterred, Penny said, "I have an idea. This always warms guys up." She rolled off of him and started pulling his boxers down.

He swatted at her but delicately, the way he sometimes play-batted with Sage. It was fatherly instinct that kept him from shoving Penny away and possibly harming her. He grabbed her wrist but she yanked it away in defiance and finished pulling down his boxers with a quick tug.

He pressed his thighs together and covered his genitals with his paws in an effort to shut out the bear. Penny giggled and pried away his fingers, nuzzled the soft mound of his sack, and inhaled the rich scent of his musk. She cooed, "Ooh, your balls smell nice. I bet your butt smells even better."

Cory whined. "M-my butt? Penny, what are you doing?"

The girl grinned at him, her perfect baby teeth gleaming like rows of knives. "I want to fuck, dummy. You guys can be so dumb."

The dog's mind was a rush of jumbled thoughts. He managed to blurt out, "Aren't you ten?"

"And a half," Penny proudly corrected. "Come on, just say yes. I won't stop until you give in, ya know. Just roll over? Make it ea-a-asy?"

A valid concern finally made its way to the surface. "But what if Sage comes in?"

"I locked the door," Penny said. "And she won't have a [i]reason[/i] to come in unless you keep chattering. Shush."

Cory found himself refusing to believe what was happening; little girls just didn't act like this. But he rolled over, slowly and smoothly, and his tail flagged above his round behind.

Penny sighed at the sight of his rump. She straddled his thighs mannishly and planted her paws on the cheeks. Kneading them, squeezing, appraising him like meat. She cooed, "You have [i]such[/i] a nice butt. I've wanted to taste it since I first saw you."

"My god," Cory breathed. "Seriously? You're-, this doesn't make any sense, you're just a kid."

She pulled apart his cheeks and parked her nose against the rim of his anus. It was snug and pink, and as she smelled it she cooed. In response to her bumping nose, his rim tensed sharply; Penny only smelled it harder, grinding her flaring nostrils against the bud.

"You're sniffing me," Cory gasped. "Oh, holy-, oh wow." The tip of his cock peeked from his sheath, leaky with precum. The dog nuzzled into the sheets and whined.

Penny dragged her tongue smoothly over his anus, spreading a fine coat of saliva. Then she licked it again, and again, thickening the coating until his asshole and the white, fluffy fur around it gained a lustrous sheen. Cory allowed himself a soft moan, and he shamefully whispered to the bear, "That feels good..."

Penny grinned. She prodded his asshole with her tongue's tip, dug it in, opened him. Cory cringed and huffed. His tail fanned his anal musk around the room. His penis emerged slowly and steadily against his belly, the bulb of the knot yet to come.

The bear's tongue swabbed through Cory's anal walls, then suddenly she pulled it back. She smooched his pucker, gentle and silent kisses sending great waves of pleasure through the dog's body. He whined into his pillow, and he felt both like a victim of rape and a deviant for enjoying the pleasure being forced upon him.

The bear slipped her paws under Cory's pelvis and brushed his fat, varicose penis. She growled lowly, "God, it's fucking [i]huge.[/i] That knot's gonna hurt like hell when you put it inside me."

"I'm not-, I [i]can't,[/i] you're a child," Cory feebly argued, keeping his eyes shut like a pup shutting out some imaginary evil.

She clambered over Cory, straddling his back as if she expected a horsey ride. Her young sex, wet and hot, rubbed against the middle of his back and made the fur damp. Into his ear she whispered, "I've never seen you with a girl over. I bet you haven't had pussy in months."

"Sh-shut up, shut up! That's none of your business," Cory hissed, his cheeks red hot.

"I think it i-i-is," tittered Penny. "C'mon mister artist, paint me. Ooh la la, I bet little girl pussy [i]inspires[/i] you."

"Shut [i]up,"[/i] Cory groaned. His cock ached in her paw; the bulb of the knot was growing, thickening. He whined helplessly, "Oh my god..."

Penny's girlish laughter sounded so innocent, so like Sage, that Cory felt a pang of heartache over what he was considering. He gnawed his jowl, whined; and Penny nibbled his ears, growled into them, and all the while rubbed her groin into his back.

"Your fur feels so good on my pussy," crooned Penny, every word dripping lust. She dipped her head alongside his, licked his cheek. Her lips had a dusting of his anal musk.

Cory had smelled his own behind before on the noses of his partners, male and female. It always titillated him, and on Penny's nostrils it was especially thrilling. Taboo lust electrified the Tamaskan. He met her gaze shamefaced, ears splayed flat.

"You can never tell anyone about this," Cory said, sounding far more plaintive than he wanted to.

"Uh, [i]duh.[/i] You think I want to ruin a good thing?" The bear snickered, rolled off of Cory, and laid back with legs splayed and young sex glinting. "Your asshole smells really good. You go to prison and I can't sniff it anymore. Just 'cuz I'm a kid doesn't mean I'm stupid."

"I never said you were stupid, anything but," Cory quickly said. He knelt beside her, gazing at her smooth chest and pert brown nipples. At the sight of her he began to softly pant. Saliva dribbled from his dangling tongue. "Oh-, oh fuck. I can't believe I'm this turned-on by-, uh... by you."

The young bear eyed Cory's turgid cock. Its size put a grin on her face: ten, perhaps eleven inches of knotted red rocket, precum dribbling copiously from its tip. She tickled it there and said lustfully, "It's so big and [i]hot.[/i] Holy shit. I was gonna be happy even if you had a little dick but you're [i]hung,[/i] dude."

"Um, thank you."

Penny snickered. She strummed her nipples, cooed. "Start with these, dork. Maybe give me a little kiss, too?"

Agreeing verbally seemed unacceptable to Cory; but he lowered his head, braced himself with an elbow on the bed. He nosed her chest, shuddering as his nostrils slid through brown fur as delicate as down on a baby bird. Then he slurped slowly, lapping across the flat plane of her chest, crossing both nipples in his lick.

Penny's moan was low and cooing, sincere enough to Cory's ears. After several slow laps, savoring the child as if she were candy, Cory brought his sticky lips near hers. He thought the kiss would be difficult to begin, that his reservations about being with a child would nag him, but the kiss came easily. He moaned as his broad tongue entered her maw and swabbed its insides; and it sent shivers racing up his spine as Penny kissed him back, musky tongue and lips locking with his.

The bear's small and persistent paws caressed him, groped his bottom possessively. Cory perked his rump into her grip, tail flagged high. He touched her but haltingly, caressing her chest, sliding fingers down to her navel. She caught his wrist and escorted him lower, brought his digits to the lips of her sex. It was there Cory hesitated but only for a few seconds. Then he eased a finger between her young folds, fingerpad brushing flesh as pink as bubblegum.

Penny retreated from the kiss; her muzzle was caked with mixed saliva. She huffed, mewled, shared breath with him. "Finger me," she whined. "Just a little bit. And then-, then you can put it in..."

Cory's finger eased into Penny and her pussy proved to be the tightest he had ever explored. He found himself doubting if his knot could fit into something so virginally tight. He nuzzled her, kissed her delicately. His thoughts shifted to his daughter and the small, dark vulva between her thighs. Of course Cory had seen it, had washed it, doing what any decent parent would for his child. Only now Cory was aware of his girl not as his offspring, but as an object of desire. The thought made him shudder. Now he pushed a second digit into Penny and she squealed for him. She threw her arms around his neck.

"Oh yeah, you know what you're doing," she whined, and peppered his handsome snout with smooches.

"I want to fuck you rotten," Cory grumbled. "God... oh, god, I can't believe I'm into this..."

"You better believe it," giggled Penny. She gazed at him with a blissful, almost deliriously pleasured expression. "You love little girl pussy."

"Yeah, y-yeah," the dog muttered, fingers sinking to the knuckles. Gently he spread them and Penny cooed, her paws playing over his neck and shoulders, caressing sensually as a lover would. He kissed her lovely, young face and he thought of how Sage's lips felt when she gave him sweet little smooches. His penis throbbed, precum jetting from its tip.

Cory slid back his fingers and kept them spread until the very end when he pursed them for the exit. He did not need to see how wet they were; he could feel the cloying warmth and stickiness of her vaginal secretions. He stuffed his fingers into his maw, suckled them, and shuddered as he tasted Penny's sex secondhand. He had eaten pussy before, from delicate cherries to well-loved MILF muffs woolly with pubic hair; but Penny's taste was uniquely immature, a taboo flavor like the meat of an endangered creature. He whimpered as he indulged in her taste, and when he freed his well-licked fingers from his mouth, he looked down to meet her predatory eyes, her sharkish grin.

"You're a horrible little bitch, aren't you?" Cory asked, his voice loaded with conflicting emotions: admiration, revulsion, and lust in a cocktail of ambivalence. His penis stood fat and proud, free from the conflicted feelings in his brain. It wanted Penny unambiguously.

Penny snickered. She splayed her athletic legs, the legs of a dancer. Then she spread her pussylips, the cunt of a preteen whore. The humid pink yawn of her exposed vagina drew Cory immediately. As if his nose were magnetized to her pussy, he bumped its broad pad to her sex and he inhaled her prepubescent musk. He paid out a few inches of his tongue and he began to slurp and mouth the child, caking her pussy in thick canine slobber. Penny cooed for him, moaned his name, but softly: she knew to be quiet, even when his tongue raked into her, even when it slid across her anus and over the bud of her clitoris.

"Oh, [i]fuck,[/i] Cory," she moaned for the dog, who grumbled and growled and devoured her cunt. His paws found her thighs and held them, savored their sinewy smoothness and the perfection of her unblemished fur and flesh. He gazed up her small, bucking body, looked into her honey-hued eyes which glinted both with lust and domination. He realized he belonged to Penny, that he could never say no to her when she demanded sex from him. And for the moment, the way his cock pulsated and left an ever-widening stain of precum on the bed, he was fine with servitude.

She pawed over his head but dug her thumbs into his ears. Cory groaned in a sexual manner, stopped, and closed his eyes. He breathed hoarsely against her pussy as she dug into the cups of his ears. A grumbling, giddy puppy-noise rose in his throat but he choked it back to little more than a cough. He said, shuddering, "Fuck, you're [i]good,[/i] yuh-, you know how to work the ears..."

"O-o-of cou-u-urse I do," Penny growled. "I know it drives [i]a-a-all[/i] you doggy-boys silly." She kept going, kept rubbing, watched his flagged tail wag. "Good boy, good doggy," Penny cooed. Cory was like a liquid in her paws. His tongue was lolled out, his breathing on her box heavy and hot. She whispered to the Tamaskan, "Now gimme that bi-i-ig bone like a good boy. Bury it." She took her hands off his ears and she giggled at him. Penny loved the silly look on his face and the way he seemed to be feeling aftershocks from her ear-rubbing.

Only after a few seconds to recover did Cory manage to climb over the girl. He looked down at her uncertainly, his cheeks warmed by blush, his tender ears splayed down. His penis hung over her loins and her belly, a cock of a very healthy size for his frame but colossal compared to the child. He asked her as she toyed with its leaking, pointed tip, "Are you sure about this, Penny? I don't want to hurt you."

The concern in his voice was genuine and it made Penny smile. She pulled him down by the sides of his head with fingers covered in precum. When he was near she pecked his nose. Cory, smiling, kissed back on her lips. "You're such a big, dumb sweetheart. I'll be fi-i-ine. I've been taking big dicks since I was, like, eight."

Cory shook his head in disbelief, but he chuckled too. "Sheesh, Penny... you're not like most girls your age, are you?"

Penny fixed him with an unnervingly adult stare. Cory blinked and recoiled slightly. She began to grin. "Less talking, just fuck me, doggy. Don't stop 'til the knot's inside."

The Tamaskan gripped his penis the way he had thousands of times before. He gave it a little stroke and spread around his own precum in a small ritual he tended to perform before he penetrated somebody; except now he was doing it nervously, and his heart was beating hard and fast, the rhythm of a virgin with sweaty palms. He touched the pointed head of his dog dick to her delicate labia. Just the sight of his cock resting on the loins of a little girl made him spurt a tremendous wad of precum. He shuddered at the way his cock flexed, and he admired the glaze he left on Penny's pussylips.

He said softly, "Here goes." And in he went, the subtle point of his cock parting her lips and entering into the slick, hot channel of her vagina. Firm young muscles gripped him, massaged him, made him groan so loudly he immediately cringed, worried he had startled Sage awake. Then he gazed at Penny's dreamy, lusty face; she was beautiful as a child and as a sex object. He kissed her lips, her chin, her throat. Pressed his teeth harmlessly into the soft babyflesh and grumbled for her. It was something he did for Sage when they played and teased; Cory didn't realize he was doing it to Penny now.

"Oohmigawd, it's so big," said Penny in a small, awed voice. She hooked her taut legs around his waist, a loose pincer more like a hug than anything else. Simultaneously she rubbed his head and his ears, not giving an encore of the ear rub and the debilitating pleasure that went with it but merely brushing over them on her way over his crown and down his neck. She pecked little kisses between his eyes. In a whisper she said, "I can feel your heartbeat, you okay?"

Cory exhaled across her throat. Barely half of his cock was inside of her, but he was giving her more. Her lubrication and his own combined into a hot, slick mess and his cock did not drag on her pink walls. It only throbbed against them, giving wonderful pleasure to the cub as his cock brushed the thousands of tender nerve endings within her. In turn he was milked by her walls which fit him like a second skin, welcoming him deeper.

He said, shuddering, "I feel amazing. I'm-, I'm good. Your pussy, it's, um-."

"My pussy is the best," Penny said, speaking with the expected smugness of a ten-year-old girl who had figured out life, or at least sex. She slid her paws to his bottom and held his cheeks, pulled them apart and allowed the chill air to lick at his saliva-covered anus. His rim clenched before she let his cheeks go.

Cory couldn't disagree with her self-assessment. He straightened and he peered down at her just as his knot bumped the lips of her pussy. Now that he was buried within her he paused and simply admired her; and he told himself that her behavior was what made her so desirable, that he could still look at his little girl and her thick vulva the same innocent, fatherly way when this was over.

Penny licked her lips and locked eyes with Cory. She felt over her smooth chest and she twiddled her nipples, both of them very stiff and glinting with his saliva. "C'mo-o-on, doggy," she whined, though she had a big grin on her snout. All of her baby teeth were perfect; the fatherly part of Cory was impressed by her good hygiene. "Fuck me with that big, [i]fat[/i] rocket ship..."

Cory began to move his hips in a slow, smooth rhythm. The grip of Penny's young sex sent shivers racing up his spine, and his tail wriggled and wagged in sympathy with his pleasure. He held onto her hips, and although her femininity was subtle, she was incredibly attractive to him. He gazed over her appreciatively, gaining a small smile, one she returned with a quiet giggle.

"Yeah, ooh yeah," Penny puffed, her eyes fixed on his, gaze half-lidded. "You're so good, you're awesome at this."

"Uh, thanks," mumbled Cory. He draped himself over the child and he hunkered down, started to throw more weight into his thrusts. It seemed impossible for her to take so much cock comfortably; but there she was under him sluicing his plush fur through her fingers, cooing and moaning and curling her toes. Cory's thoughts drifted to his own little girl. A lewd thought flashed in his head, quick and subtle as a bolt of lighting on the horizon; he thought of how tight her spade must be. And then the thought was gone, his attention back on Penny, but Sage lingered in the back of his mind.

As if to try and force Sage out of his mind, Cory devoted himself to Penny. He kissed her musky lips and slid his tongue over her baby teeth. Penny grumbled for him, petted him about the head and shoulders as she suckled at his tongue and teased it with her own. Her smoldering gaze remained fixed to his, and in her eyes Cory saw far more than just a little girl's bright and curious stare. He was sure he was looking at an adult.

Her paws slid down his back. Her pink claws raked gently through his fur and teased him. He shuddered in the kiss and he pushed his knot firmly against her pussy; Penny groaned for him, her first show of something besides unanimous pleasure, but then she began to fondle his ass again, to grope and pinch his pliant cheeks. Cory grumbled back at her and he pushed with his knot again, pushing hard, forcing it against her the way he did with all his partners he intended to knot.

Penny yanked her snout away from his, gasping in the open air as slobber flew from her sticky lips. "Ooh-, oh, fuck," Penny grunted, a strain in her tone. "Fu-u-uck, dude..."

"Shit, yes," Cory uttered, humping, pounding her, the bed creaking underneath. The rain had kicked up, it beat hard on the windows, but Cory was ignorant to it. He was watching Penny with a lover's lurid eyes, savoring every detail of her preteen beauty and her cringing, whining display, that look of pleasure-pain only a knot could provide. "God, Penny, you're beautiful."

She giggled but the noise had a clipped quality to it. Her body was bucking against his and her legs again pincered around him, curling toes meeting over the small of his back. She bit him suddenly and sharply on the chin, growling hotly as she did; Cory gasped from the pain but he grumbled with her after a moment. He had been knotted and he knew how it could hurt; he had given the same desperate bites in the heat of the moment. He let Penny have hers.

"I'm fucking cumming," Penny groaned against his neck, and Cory's ears splayed while his cheeks warmed up. He listened, grinning and still working his knot against her, as she growled and grumbled and whined for him. She writhed and bucked, pushing her loins at him, trying to hasten the knotting. "Oh my god, Cory, put that fucking knot [i]in[/i] already, I'm so close, I'm so-o-o fucking close...!"

"Say please," Cory said between grunts, but despite his smirk he was panting with exertion. His balls felt as heavy as grapefruits and his knot seemed like it was the size of a bowling ball. He smashed it against Penny who wriggled and panted and licked the droplets of blood she had freed from his skin. He was close too, maybe even as close as she was, and he wanted the knot inside as badly as she did. In Cory's opinion, sex without knotting was pointless.

Hunched over her as tightly as he could be, all but vanishing her little brown body under his own, Cory gave Penny the harshest fucking he could muster. Underneath him the child whimpered and cried out, both dog and bear forgetting about the sleeping, innocent girl in the bedroom just down the hall. Cory grumbled and snarled, licking her face and huffing hot dogbreath across her snout. "Sh-shit, shit!" the Tamaskan snarled. He pushed and pushed against her tight pink cunt, his pointed tip digging at her deepest reaches, spurting precum incessantly. Suddenly his knot, butted up against the folds of her pussylips, wedged its way into her and plunged into the pink with a wet sucking noise.

Penny opened her mouth to squeal but she mashed her jaws against the crook of his neck and shoulder. Cory felt the scream in his bones and it pained him to hurt the girl, but then she threw her head back and she gripped his shoulders. She said haltingly, "Oh-, oh my fucking-," then she came. Her box seized on his cock and she squirted, wetting his loins with her musky fluids. Her eyes rolled back as if she'd been possessed by a demon and she groaned in deep, adult pleasure.

Cory observed her display only dimly; he was shuddering, teetering on the edge of his own orgasm with his balls tight against his groin and his cock buried entirely in the child. Her clenching, wet cunt was the last straw. He clenched his jaws and hissed through his teeth as he suddenly and savagely came, blowing fat ropes of his doggy cum deep inside of Penny's young pussy. It overfilled her like too much cream in a pastry; seeking the path of least resistance, a jet of cum spurted around the dog's knot, leaving a snail trail on the bedsheets.

Still ejaculating into Penny, Cory hunched against her and trembled. He licked her snout softly and watched as she sunk into her afterglow; how her pretty young face softened as the pain leveled off and the pleasure along with it. He asked her in a quivering voice, "You okay, Penny?"

"Hell yeah, I'm okay," she cooed, and wrapped her arms around his neck. She kissed his lips and Cory, already having fucked the child, kissed back easily. Their tongues teased and rubbed briefly, saliva passing between their maws. As Cory withdrew from the kiss he smiled and simply observed her. After a moment Penny giggled and squeezed his neck in her arms. "You were really good."

"Um, you too," Cory uncertainly said. "Uh, so... what now?"

Penny shrugged. "Well, we have time to kill before your knot softens up..."

"Not that," Cory said, embarrassed. He nuzzled with her, sighed. "I mean, now that we've done this, what happens next?"

The bear smirked. "I dunno. When can I sleep over again?"

Cory blinked. "Is it that simple?"

"Duh." She pecked his lips; he pecked back and relaxed a bit more. His knot was still a fat, throbbing mass inside of Penny but otherwise he was calm. "You dorks always overthink this stuff... just lay with me. Let's listen to the rain."

Cory rolled onto his back and Penny rolled with him in a coordinated effort. She rested atop him and he held her close. It reminded him of the way he held Sage when the storms scared her. The connection made him uncomfortable. His mind was on her little, smooth body which he'd seen so many times in the bathtub, in the doctor's office. Smooth chest, little pink nipples peeking through fluffy fur, and the dark peach of her vulva between her thighs.

Penny nipped his chin. "Hey. Earth to Cory."

"What? Sorry, I was thinking about something."

She snickered. "I said your name three times, dingus." She licked his lips and draped herself over him once more. "Never mind, it wasn't important." She yawned now, finally tired. Eventually, she knew, she'd have to clean herself up and go back to Sage's bedroom. And as much as she wanted a second round, there was no sense pushing it. Not when she knew she had the dog on the line already.

"Let's just listen to the rain, then. Like you said earlier."

Penny closed her eyes and tucked her chin under his. That sounded like a fine idea to her.