The skunkdog found himself in the crosshairs of one Penny Mardas, ten-and-a-half years old, visually indistinct from any other little bear. What made Penny unique was the way she looked at him. Royce was no stranger to being undressed by eyes. Seven feet tall, built like a dad-lover's dream with wildly colored hair and a swollen package, Royce saw the look a lot. Especially at the beach, where swim trunks could only cover so much and that wet-dog smell attracted more than it repelled.

Penny had undressed him. She had sat across from him in her little yellow one-piece and she had eyeballed him. The first time he had met her eyes, he took it as a fluke. He smiled a little, embarrassed, and looked away without acknowledging her. There tended to be odd looks when a grown man waved at a little girl.

The second time their eyes met, he thought he saw something, but dismissed it. Little girls did not lust after grown men. He doubted if that flat little bear even had her first pubic hair, let alone knew what sex was.

The third time, there was no doubt. She was thirsty. She winked at him. Royce was shaken. Normally a confident fellow, cheerful and a little brash - and always down for a little fun with the right lady - Royce was now startled by a little girl checking him out. He looked away from her and he studied the ocean. He felt like swimming, but his mind kept coming back to the little bear. What if she followed him out? What then? That bigger, older bear sunning himself near her (Royce guessed rightly he was her brother) wouldn't be there to chaperone her out in the water.

She made the first move. In retrospect, knowing her even the least bit, it seemed obvious that she would. She brushed past him, her thigh touching his shoulder in spite of all the room. "Oops, sorry mister," she said with deplorable innocence.

"Uh, s'okay," Royce murmured, giving her only a glance. He knew he must have looked like a beaten housewife; submissive glances, short answers. He wasn't Royce anymore.

"Hey mister," she said, and Royce winced. "You know where the changing room is?"

"It's-, uh, it's thataway," Royce said dismissively, waving nowhere in particular.

Penny pawed at his arm. She giggled. "Show me, ple-e-ease?"

[i]God, why me?[/i] Royce wondered. He got up reluctantly. Towering over the girl made him feel horrible; her pretty little face was crotch-level. He tried, and failed to come up with an adequate excuse as to why he couldn't help her. "Um, sure, I guess."

Royce knew, of course, just where the changing rooms were. Little pinstriped tents staked down for anyone to use, they stood in many rows, each one barely large enough to fit two adults.

It came as no surprise to Royce that Penny ushered him inside. He looked around desperately, yet also fearfully, hoping in contradictory terms that somebody would save him and that nobody would see. Nobody did.

Penny zipped up the tent and her paws came to rest on his groin. "Ooh. Sheath, huh? I bet you got a huge doggy cock."

The skunkdog whined. He gave up looking for a plausible excuse and settled on a fear-driven response: "I gotta go."

"Nuh-uh," she giggled. "You're part doggy, right?"

"Ye-e-es," Royce answered, looking down at her with worry in his eyes.

She giggled. "So you love to smell butts. Right?"

He looked around the interior of the small tent. Sunlight penetrated it, warming and lighting it, but nobody would be able to see in. "Ummm. Yes."

Penny's one-piece came off and hit the sand noiselessly. She stood on the wooden bench seat. Turned, then slowly, deliberately pulled apart her ass cheeks. Sweat glinted between her round, small cheeks. The pink bud of her anus was especially wet, and even now, Royce could smell its subtle musk.

"Oh, fuck," Royce groaned, and he knelt. Like ripping off a bandage just to get it done and over with, he crammed his muzzle into her ass crack. His wide canine nose snuffled against her pucker, and the smell could only be described as sinful. Penny was prepubescent and so her smell was immature, not fully developed. This rawness was what made her so enjoyable to the skunkdog; not only was her age wrong, but her smell itself was taboo. His eyes glazed over and a groaning whine wheezed from his throat.

Penny giggled. "Ooh-hoo, you're gross, you just go right for it. That's so hot." She pushed back, mashing her winking anus against his nostrils. Sweat from her crack smeared across his wide nosepad.

Royce stuffed a paw under the waistband of his shorts. His cock peeked from its sheath, thick red dogmeat getting ready to play. He fingered the pointed tip, slid his digits under the sheath, stretched its entrance out somewhat. The more he smelled - snorted, actually, inhaling her anal musk like cocaine - the less he cared about her age. He was horny for her, and his desire was almost painful. He felt silly for being so bashful in the first place.

"You sure do love to smell little girl butt, don't you, mister?" she said, giggling.

He hissed, "Keep your voice down, god..."

"Nobody's gonna catch us," she scoffed. "Gosh, you're a dork like every other guy."

Finding out that he had his nose deep in the asshole of a preteen whore did not surprise him. It would have surprised him even more if this had been her first time. She was too good; she was better than some adults he knew.

In the end, Royce only wanted to smell her, and smell her he did. His nostrils dragged down to her pussy, and he smelled that too. Its scent was so delicate, and that made it even more vulgar than the rawest, smelliest spades he had ever snorted. He tugged his shorts under his balls and he jerked off. His thick red rocket spurted huge amounts of precum into the sand.

Penny looked over her shoulder and grinned. "Ooh man, that thing is [i]big.[/i] If we weren't in a changing tent I would [i]so-o-o[/i] let you knot me."

"Y-you like to be knotted?" Royce said, almost gasping the words due to the way he kept snorting. "Holy fuck. Oh my god, you're something else." Then his nose packed into her anus again, and he shorted her so hard that he almost made himself dizzy. Shuddering, he felt up her smooth leg, up her belly, and over her flat chest. His big paw covered her, one finger enough to censor both nipples. The shame he felt fondling her flat chest did not outweigh the pleasure it gave him.

Penny reached back and held onto Royce's head. She pawed at his ears, rubbed them down inside. Ear rubs melted all of her boytoys; this big, burly new one was no exception. Royce emitted a grumbling, growly sound and his wide, bushy tail brushed against the tent.

"I lo-o-ove to be knotted," the little girl growled. "I bet you could fuck me so hard. You're so big and muscular... and I bet your butthole smells good."

Those last words gave Royce pause. Sometimes a girl seemed too good to be true, and right now, Penny did. Girls who ate ass were common enough, but ones who smelled it? That was rare. Especially perfect girls like this bear, this horrible preteen slut Royce didn't even have a name for. He loved the little bear. He paw slid up and down his cock, its twin squeezing the bulb of the knot, an exceptionally sensitive part of the canine penis. He was shuddering, snorting her hard and deep. The thought [i]Oh shit, I'm a pedophile[/i] came and went; Royce felt too good to care.

The burly skunkdog came with a deep, almost braying groan. His cum was not pent-up; he fucked often and treated himself to semi-regular masturbation when pussy was unavailable. But his big balls made for a big mess, enough to splatter across the sand and the bench, even shooting up and splashing on Penny's leg. All the while Royce snorted from her pucker, partaking of that delicate ass musk even more savagely than before as his orgasm sharpened his senses to a razor edge. He whimpered as he sampled her stink under these circumstances; it was simply unfair he could not fuck her. He wanted to bounce her in his lap. He slurped across her asshole for the first time, and then a few more times. Her pussy, he slobbered almost as an afterthought.

As Royce fell back on his knees, panting and blushing profusely, Penny turned and grinned down at him. She ran a finger through the cum clinging to her thigh, swirled it in the mess, brought it to her lips, suckled it clean. Royce's eyes followed her digit every step of the way.

"So my name's Penny," she said, rather flatly. "I want your name."

[i]Officer Penny here, you're under arrest, pedophile,[/i] Royce thought, almost in a panic. He forced himself to relax. He thought of terms like [i]entrapment.[/i] It calmed him somewhat.

"Uh, I'm-, my name's Royce."

"Roooyce," Penny said slowly, and giggled. "That's cute. Like Rolls-Royce?"

"Yeah, that's right," Royce said. He looked at the bear nervously. "Why did you-? What's my name gotta do with this?"

The bear giggled. She pointed down, and at first he thought she was pointing at his erection, still throbbing and hard. It would be that way for some time. "You got a phone, right?"

Royce eyed her. "Yes."

"Get it out. I wanna give you my house number."

The skunkdog stared at her with frank disbelief. "Your house number," he repeated.

Penny huffed, rolled her eyes. She looked more like a teenager than a cub. "Look, dummy." She hopped down into the sand, and then sat on the bench. "You can babysit me. Just call, like, later, and ask for Eric. Make sure you ask for Eric. He's my brother. Just say you're one of his friends. Then tell Eric you want to babysit me. He'll be a bitch about it but he'll make it happen."

Royce took his phone from his pocket, even unlocked its screen, but he seemed reluctant to enter her number. "How do I know you're not some cop?" he asked, the paranoia creeping back.

"Do I look like a cop? You're such a dweeb. Gawd. I wanna fuck you, not get you arrested!"

Finally Royce capitulated. He saved the number as a nameless contact. "So... I just call?"

"Yeah. And try not to make it sound like you're calling 'cuz you wanna set up a booty call with Mr. and Mrs. Mardas' little girl," she teased. She leaned in and smooched Royce on the lips. The dog blushed. Penny giggled and said, "Your nose smells funny."

"I guess it does, yeah," he murmured. The kiss had startled him; he liked it. He watched, feeling helpless and weird, as Penny dressed. She smooched him again and left.

Some time later, Royce left too.

Later that night, he called the Mardas household, and he asked if Eric was around.