The magpie was ten minutes early at the Mardas household. Mr. and Mrs. Mardas walked him through everything after giving him twenty dollars with which to order dinner: her favorite pizza place's number was on the note on the counter, no scary movies, none of her brother's violent video games, bedtime no later than 10 PM. They expected to be back around midnight. Their adult son, however, got off work at 10:30 PM and he would take over.

Then they were gone, off in a fine Mercedes-Benz for dinner and a film. Caust envied them a bit. He didn't particularly like babysitting, it being something he did only for the money, but he didn't hate it either. Children tended to be simple critters; a little pizza, maybe let them stay up a half-hour late and they were your best pals. They were always ready to tell their parents how awesome the babysitter was and the babysitter tended to get a tip then. That was Caust's experience.

He leaned into the bedroom of Penelope Mardas, his charge for the night. He saw the girl sitting on her bed, bobbing her head to music only she could hear in her headphones. She was expertly applying bright pink gloss to the trimmed and buffed claws on her toes.

Penelope - Penny to almost everybody - saw the shadow in the doorway, looked up at the magpie. She smiled at him. He thought it was a cute smile, as far as children went; most of them were rather basic creatures who wore their feelings openly but this bear had an adult quality in her expression. Caust felt like he was looking at somebody his age.

She slid the phones down to rest on her shoulders. The bird heard a repetitious beat with sharp snares coming from the speakers. "Hey, you my new babysitter?"

"Yeah, that's me. Penelope, right?"

The girl rolled her eyes, groaned like someone was ripping gum out of her fur. "Penny. Penny!"

Caust laughed. "Okay, okay." Hands up in surrender, feathery fingers splayed. "Penny." He stepped inside, scaly toes spreading with comfort on the plush blue carpeting. He noted the bear's intense study of his form. "Never seen a bird before?"

"Not up close," Penny admitted, and applied the last licks of gloss to her big toe's claw. Satisfied with her decoration, Penny splayed her toes and compared the color to that of her fingers. "The-e-ere. I love pink!"

The bird turned around, drank in Penny's room. The walls were papered in a neutral beige but posters were thumbtacked to nearly every inch of surface. He recognized dozens of bands and singers, a lot of hip-hop artists, a rock singer with a penchant for leather loincloths and cocaine.

Penny followed his gaze, grinned sheepishly. "I think that dude's music stinks. He's cu-u-ute though."

"I guess he is," Caust said and shrugged. He slid his phone out of his pocket, looked at it, said, "Eight o'clock. How 'bout I get you fed, Penny?"

An expression of hunger unrelated to food flashed on Penny's features. The bird didn't register it. On another adult he would have known sexual desire when he saw it. Seeing lust on a little girl's face was like seeing a dead body slumped back in a chair; the mind was only too happy to believe it saw something benign before it grappled with the real horror.

"Yeah. I'm really hungry," Penny said. She took a moment to blow on her toeclaws, made sure the gloss was dry, then bounced off the bed with her youthful energy. She moved so fast her little brown skirt flapped with the air. Caust got a glimpse of the vibrant pink panties hugging her hip.

Thinking nothing of the peek at her panties and the way her honey-hued eyes lusted after him as though he were a desert oasis, Caust walked out of the bedroom and into the kitchen. "Your mom and dad said you really love sausage and mushrooms. I can't say that's my jam, but hey, you're the boss. We can do a half-and-half if that's-." A paw squeezed his ass. Caust squawked and flinched away as though current had run through his body.

"Nice butt," growled the bear, closing in on the magpie in the kitchen. "I've always wanted to screw a bird."

Caust turned so sharply his lengthy tailfeathers brushed Penny's face. He was aghast to see the girl now topless, flat chest bare and brown nipples pert and perky. She grinned at him, the adult lewdness in her eyes impossible to misconstrue.

"Put your-, put your shirt back on!" Caust squawked, forcing indignity into his voice.

"Or what?" Penny asked, paws on her hips. "Look, mister birdy-bird. This isn't my first-, you know," she traced a hoop with her finger.

"Rodeo," Caust suggested. His heart raced, back pressed against the fridge. Some plastic letter magnets clattered to the floor.

"That's it," Penny said. "Now my first rodeo. And so far, I've made a [i]lot[/i] of guys really happy. You don't wanna be the one who goes to jail and ruins it for everyone, do-o-o you?" Then came the tilt of her head and the smirk on her lips, weaving together girlish innocence and adult condescension.

The bird snapped his long beak and squawked. "I don't-, I'm not a pedophile," he protested lamely, unable to pry his eyes from her featureless breasts. "Oh, god."

Penny tittered girlishly. She inched in close to the bird, leaned on him, smiled up at his nervous face. Her smooth breasts rested on his belly, her chin on his chest. "Come o-o-on... gawd, I'm not gonna tell anyone. You think I wanna mess up a good thing?" Her paws felt around underneath his tailfeathers and he grimaced, swatted at her, but Penny was persistent. "Come on. I'll lick your butthole. Don't you guys love that?"

Caust shook his head. He felt hot and nervous, felt like a pedophile and hated himself for it. His hands squeezed the lip of the counter like it was a roller coaster's lap bar. "This isn't happening," he groaned. He looked all around the kitchen for something to help him, a talisman with which he could ward off this demon child and bring back the innocent little girl he was supposed to babysit.

"Gawd, don't be such a prude," Penny groaned. She felt around his thighs, up into his groin.

Caust squawked and tensed. He grabbed Penny by the wrists, pulled away her paws with his adult strength. "Jesus Christ, kid!"

"Yeah, you'll be saying that when you cum all over my face." Penny spoke with a grin to match her sex-filled tone of voice. She wriggled her paws out of his grip and stepped back. Caust pointedly remained against the counter.

"Okay. Fine." The girl turned on her heel, inclined ever so slightly and tugged down her panties. Their waistband stopped just beneath the curve of her bottom, still young but hardly flat. "I'll let you put it in my butt. Just for you."

"No!" Caust snapped, but his eyes fixed onto her ass cheeks.

The bear pulled apart the cheeks. Her pink anus winked. "You su-u-ure?"

"Oh, god," Caust grunted. He was getting hard. Coaxing his brain to think of dentist appointments and gore did no good. Penny occupied every nook in his mind. Never one to suffer a pedophilic thought in all his life, the magpie found Penny alone painfully desirable. He felt like a priest suddenly discovering the pleasures of flesh after a lifetime of chaste servitude.

The bear looked over her shoulder, grinning still. Wiggled her bottom, wiggled her tail. "Tight, unfucked bear butt... never had a-a-anything but a tongue or a finger in it. All yours, birdy-boy."

Caust snipped his beak, hissed. He looked around the kitchen again, imagined a SWAT team busting through the door as soon as he put his fingers on her. He thought of an old television show he used to watch and how he laughed at desperate pedophiles being met with police officers instead of the girl they expected.

"Please don't get me arrested," requested Caust slowly and monotonously - the tone one of resignation. He moved closer to Penny, erection growing stiffer in his shorts. "God, this is a mistake."

Penny laughed. She wheeled on Caust and hopped off the ground. Her wet, sticky lips smacked his beak for a kiss. "I knew you wanted some! Come on, let's do it in my room."

The magpie imagined he was a condemned man on his last walk. His eyes followed Penny's rump hungrily, watching soft brown cheeks wiggle and grind together as she skipped giddily to her bedroom.

Penny bounced onto her bed. It was big for a girl of her size. Caust supposed her parents got it for her knowing she'd grow into it. He was sure Penny enjoyed the large size for another reason.

"Lemme see your dick!" Penny playfully demanded, up on her knees, grabby paws reaching for him. "Gonna suck on you. I like sucking dick."

Caust's erection throbbed under his shorts. He stood near the edge of the bed and wordlessly offered himself to Penny. The bear opened up his fly and yanked down his shorts. Boxers too, no use for those, not around Penny.

When her eyes fell on his penis, she sank into pause. It was familiar to a point: a stiff phallus with a scrotum below it. The shape was tapered, thin at the tip but thicker as it went down. Almost like a dog's dick but without the big bulb at the bottom.

"Weird," Penny said, but reached for the throbbing cock without delay. She leaned in close, mouth hanging open as though waiting for a spoonful of honey. His cock slid along the wide, smooth plane of her tongue and he shuddered. Her lips closed around it, mouth started to suck, tongue twisted and slobbered him as if he were candy. The paws were small and soft, gripping what didn't fit in her young maw, grasping his familiar balls.

"Good-, good god," Caust breathed. "I'm going to jail."

Penny snickered around his meat. Her sucking mouth popped off his cock with a wet and noisy smack; Caust tensed and grunted, the nerves in his penis stimulated as blood rushed into his member in the wake of the suction. "Naw! You're okay! Here, lay back. Lay ba-a-ack and let [i]Frau Doktor[/i] Penny perform zee operation."

She pulled Caust onto the bed, ignored his fussing and pushed his head against the pillows and plush toys. She straddled him then, cunt resting on his penis, only her panties in the way of sex. Her paws slid underneath his shirt, caressed his slender avian body and savored the downy birdfur of his breast.

Peering into his furtive eyes, Penny asked in her best phone sex voice, "Tell me what gets you the hardest. Tell me [i]everything."[/i]

"Not going to prison," Caust dryly said, sarcasm the only defense he had left. His eyes futilely searched the bedroom, all dark save for a glass butterfly nightlight. It cast enough of a glow to make Penny visible.

The little girl took his hands by the wrists and pulled the palms into her flat chest. Rather than scales, Caust sported birdfur all along his hands, making them more akin to fuzzy paws. She cooed to him, "Not gonna go to prison. C'mon, why would I do that? I send one babysitter to prison, the whole thing falls apart! My folks would never leave me alone with one of you guys again."

"I-, I guess that makes sense," murmured the bird uncertainly. He pushed into Penny, felt her smooth chest. His fingers strummed her pert, brown nipples. "You are just-," he huffed, spoke very softly, "you're very attractive. But I swear I'm not a pedophile, if you were any other girl-." He swallowed, his throat horribly dry and tight. The rest of the words withered and died. [i]If you weren't a bear,[/i] he found himself thinking.

Penny tittered, sounding her age. "If you we-e-ere," she growled, "I wouldn't be about to fuck you. Pedos are [i]creeps![/i] I like guys like you." She bopped his beak and giggled. "All shy and nervous and [i]oh, please, don't send me to ja-a-ail where I'll get raped in the butt!"[/i] Another laugh, more shrill, almost witchlike; Caust flinched, feared the girl as much as he lusted after her. "Tell me what you like!" Penny demanded, her voice only barely playful.

The bear leaned in and smooched Caust. His beak seemed to interest her for the way she nuzzled its firm, black surface. When she pulled back and climbed off of him, she said, "Just tell me, come on. Don't get all shy, gawd. Your cock's already been in my mouth."

She pulled his boxers and shorts off around his scaly feet and left him bare from the waist down. Penny dived on him as suddenly as a cheetah bolting after a gazelle, young mouth slopping open and shut around his scrotum in a smooth motion. Her cheeks bulged around his balls and slobber filtered down through the soft, downy fur like drizzles of syrup.

Caust huffed, fingers digging into the plush pink comforter. "You don't mess around," he croaked. "Are you, um," he closed his eyes and vividly pictured a battering ram coming through the front door, "are you into ropes? Bondage?"

Penny's mouth, suckling and hot, slowly released the bird's scrotum. Its fur bore a lopsided coat of drool. "What, like," she smacked her lips, gripped his cock in her paw, "tying you up? So you can't move? Where's the fun in that?"

"You asked what I like," Caust defensively answered.

"Okay, fine! Fine." She grinned at him, teeth perfect and straight. "Oka-a-ay. Lucky I know how to tie a knot." Penny smooched his cock, gave it a loving, slow [i]mwah[/i] before she scooted off the bed. She shed her skirt and panties to make herself fully nude. Caust unbuttoned and slipped out of his shirt not because he particularly cared about having sex in the nude, but because he didn't want cum on his shirt.

The girl went through her closet for a moment, picking through cute outfits on hangers and humming a tune as she did it. Finally she said, "Mm, this should do it."

Caust looked at the wool scarf Penny returned with. Every bit of five feet long, it looked like overkill even for a fully-grown bear. "My grandma [i]lo-o-oves[/i] to make scarves," she droned, her tone a verbal shrug. Up on the bed, she patted the bars carved into her headboard. "Okay, grab on! I'll tie you in."

With a shiver of arousal, the magpie obeyed. Penny cinched the grandmother-made scarf around his wrists and the bars, knotting him in snug enough that he could not escape, but his flow of blood remained uninterrupted. He tugged at the bonds. He complimented her with a hint of surprise, "Ah, nice work, honestly. I've been with grown men who can't do it half as well."

"Thanks!" Penny giggled. "And wait! Men? So you like guys?"

"I-, yes," Caust blurted. "I like anal sex, okay? God."

"Oh ma-a-an," Penny laughed. "Hey! Don't move. Be [i]right[/i] back!"

Caust watched her bounce off, eyes following her butt. He writhed in bondage and his eyes fell to his penis. Suddenly a pang of terror hit him: tied up, naked, and in a little girl's bed. He started to imagine what would happen if headlights shone through the window but closed his eyes, shut out the daydream. "Penny? Penny!" he called out, keeping the worry in his voice to a minimum, but he was trembling, the fear impossible to fight off completely. It was incredibly exciting.

"Comi-i-ing! Hold on, gawd!"

Ten seconds, twenty, thirty. A minute. Caust clicked his beak and hissed with agitation. Instead of wilting away, his erection throbbed. Was the girl doing this just to make him sweat? Was she really that evil? Caust didn't rule out the idea. He liked her even more.

Penny sauntered back into her room clutching a dildo of significant size and a bottle of lube. As she came closer, he was able to see that the toy was canine, its knot tremendous. Caust's anus tensed with anticipation. "Jesus fuck, that thing's huge," he breathed. "Is that your mom's?"

"Brother's," Penny corrected, snickering. "My brother is a huge buttslut. Big dude, goes to the gym, but he's a [i]total[/i] pillow-biter." She knelt on the bed and started to slather the lube on. It drizzled down the toy like a candy glaze. "I tried this one once, in my pussy. Gawd, it hurt. I don't think I got down more than, like," she set aside the lube, brought the toy to Caust's anus and notched its pointed tip into the rim, "maybe three inches."

The captive bird squawked mostly from the chilly temperature of the lube. He was experienced, probably experienced enough to handle such a toy, but Penny's young and eager paws worried him. As the toy began to press in, opening the trained ring of his anus, he let out a long caw. He said quietly at its conclusion, "That's good, that's really good, but go slow. Anal sex is-, you have to go slow..."

"I [i]am[/i] going slow! I know how to put something in a guy's butt, for god's sake," Penny snapped. "I mean, I've seen them do it. Gawd. Shut up." Her paws fumbled with the base of the toy, curled around the knot, used it for leverage like the hilt of a blade. Seeing the silicone flesh slide into the magpie's anus warmed her already hot cunt, made her wet and ready.

"Ooh, hell, that's a good stretch," cawed Caust, splaying out his legs in lieu of spreading his wings. His scaly toes spread wide, then began to curl. "Mm, your brother's got good taste."

"My brother's a dick," Penny said, snorting a laugh. "He finds me with guys and he like-."

"He catches you? He's caught you?" Caust asked, alarmed. He tugged at the scarf; his cock twitched, shot precum across his naked belly.

Penny grinned. The low light and the shine of her teeth and golden eyes conspired to give her a demon's appearance. All she missed was a set of horns on her crown. She gave the toy a ruthless thrust forward, sent a lance of pain through the bird's body. His legs came down and he writhed, cawing and croaking as the pain leveled off and became raw, gay pleasure.

"Of course he catches me! He used to beat guys up," she laughed, voice nostalgic, "and he, like, is really a burly guy, so he put some of them in the hospital."

"Oh my god," Caust moaned, eyelids drifting down. "My bones are hollow, you know that?"

Penny laughed girlishly. Caust thought it didn't suit her appearance at all; she was definitely a demon. He was certain of it.

[i]"Used to!"[/i] she affirmed. "He just fucks them now. Well, kind of."

"Kind of," Caust repeated. "Your brother's gonna kill me, isn't he?"

"No," she groaned. Pushing the toy still, her efforts finally came to a halt when the bulbous knot touched against Caust's anus. She dragged her tongue across her thick, sticky lips then asked, "So you ready for the rest of this thing? It's huge."

Caust closed his eyes, huffed. "Is he gonna mind about this? His toy?" His cock, still twitching and needful. The smell of Penny was thick in the air and he wanted her.

"Nah... he'll just leave it in when he sits on your dick." Penny started to shove, pushing with all her might against the toy like she was playing a backwards game of tug-o-war.

The magpie squawked in surprise, isolated tears of pain sprouting in his eyes. "Hey! Hey, I didn't tell you-!"

The bulb of the knot, fat and lubricated, pressed open the rim of the magpie's anus and slid inside. What felt like an apple to Caust passed through his asshole and he squawked loud and sharp. It settled in just behind the ring, plugging him up while his anus tensed and flexed around the thinner base of the toy. In the aftermath of the knotting, Caust huffed and writhed, penis dribbling its mess all over his belly and loins.

"Wow, it fit," Penny said, sounding not surprised but dryly humorous. "Now let's take a look at that dick. I bet I could blow on it and you'd cum."

"Cuh-, close, damn close," Caust wheezed. "God, that knot is so-," he squirmed, clenched his ass, made his sensitive anal muscles writhe along the shaft, "your brother's good if he plays with toys like that."

The young bear walked over Caust, a foot on either side of his writhing hips. Her cunt glinted in the nightlight's glow. "I don't want to talk about my brother while we fuck," she warned, sounding like a small adult. "So shush."

"Yeah. Shush," Caust agreed, looking at the bedroom window. He thought he saw raindrops. Rain was nice; Penny was nicer. His eyes turned back to her underage cunt.

Penny lowered herself gracefully. Her fingers curled around Caust's penis and cupped its tapered shaft reverently. She guided its drippy length to the lips of her pussy. A soft rub on their delicate split was just enough to draw a shiver from Caust before she let him inside.

The magpie's penis slid slowly and smoothly into the bear, pink walls gripping pink meat. A low caw rattled from his beak and his eyelids drifted, then clenched shut. Penny moaned to him, sweet little bear noises as her jailbait cunt swallowed him up inch by inch. She said with a giggle as she neared the bottom, "It's stretchin' me out, it's kinda like a cone."

He snipped his beak, tugged at the bonds. Their presence and his helplessness only excited him further still. Within Penny's humid vagina, his penis flexed and shot a spurt of precum. "You're so tight," he hissed. "God, that feels amazing."

Penny came to rest on Caust. She leaned closer and smooched his beak, a giggle in her throat and a glint in her eye. "See? It's no fun if you just want it right away, but [i]making[/i] you want it," she grinned wide and wicked, "now that's fun."

Caust gazed at the ceiling. He realized she had glow-in-the-dark stars stuck all over. The effect was surprisingly pleasant. "You're a messed-up child," he said, looking at the glowing plastic stars. "So, so messed-up."

"Coming from a guy with his weird bird dick in a little girl," Penny retorted. She began to move her small hips, bouncing smoothly on Caust. The magpie joined her in a soft moan. "Your dick feels really nice."

Caust writhed again, little more than a squirm. His anal muscles struggled around the toy, trying uselessly to push it. Doing so gave the bird pleasure. Tender nerve endings in his anal flesh were awoken by the stretch, their signals constant.

Penny's paws reached back for Caust's legs, found them, and braced on the knees. "Keep your legs up, keep 'em up for me," she huffed.

The magpie obliged; Penny was in control. He settled back into the girl's cozy bed, head resting comfortably on the plump pillow. The girl was good, there was no questioning that, and her body was tight, her underage pussy easily the most snug he had ever felt. He muttered, "This isn't how I expected to spend my Saturday."

She giggled. When she spoke, her words were warm, the vocal equivalent of a languid stretch. "I bet you were gonna spend your Saturday trying to get laid with some lame adult."

"Probably," Caust shamefully agreed.

"Got me instead," Penny sighed. "And I'm better 'cause I'm [i]wrong."[/i] Another giggle, then a sigh. "I kinda like having you tied up. You can't do a thing unless [i]I[/i] say so."

"Uh-huh." The magpie curled his toes, tensed the rest of his muscles. "I hope you'll let me cum, at least. I think-, I think I've earned that much, right?"

Penny snickered. Her arms pushed harder still on Caust's legs, shoved them slightly apart, though the magpie kept them mostly upright. She bumped her toes into his face, pink claws clicking against his beak. "Nuh-uh! Lick my toes and [i]maybe[/i] I'll let you cum, though!"

Feet were good; feet were probably the magpie's favorite thing, his shameful little kink which most would indulge but many would question. Penny's feet, foisted on him with such dominance, were better still. He parted the halves of his beak and dragged his tongue across her toes, lapping over the pads. One foot slipped just inside his beak and he slurped over and between the toes, flossing them but only absently. Just having the feet pushed on him was the best part.

"You like feet!" Penny cried, laughing, riding.

"Yeah, yeah, so what?" Caust groused, going right back to it. He lamented that he couldn't suck her toes. He settled for licking all over them, top and bottom.

The little girl giggled. She kept pushing her toes into his beak and her bottom down on his loins. The all too familiar throb of a man's cock was something she loved. Knowing she could not only talk grown men into pedophilia but make them crave her was thrilling, but more than that, she loved sex. Some girls got into it later, some never cared for it at all, but Penny just loved everything about sex.

She bounced on him harder, quicker, rhythm losing some smoothness, making up for it with energy. The magpie didn't care. He pushed against the bed with his legs to try and add to the exuberant sex and he licked all over her small toes, matting down the fur with saliva and making the pads glint.

"You're gonna cum, I can feel it," Penny growled lowly. "I'm gonna cum too. Mmhmm," she shivered, the phone sex voice back again, "I'm gonna cu-u-um..."

"Ye'h, yea'h," Caust burbled around Penny's feet, the magpie as happy as he could possibly be.

"That tickles," Penny tittered, toes wiggling. "I like it."

Caust liked it too. He liked everything about Penny from her toes to her pussy to her attitude. He wanted to babysit the girl again and he didn't want the sex to end, but he was close. Her tight box and cute toes had their way with him. The stretch in his ass made it even harder to pace himself. His cock twitched within Penny, pushing against the girl's vaginal walls. He cawed around the toes and clenched his fists around the bars of the headboard.

The bird's climax was sharp and potent. His cock flexed within Penny as it squirted, each contraction of his penis bringing with it a thick spurt of semen. His beak hung open, Penny's toes on the rim, tongue hanging free.

Penny crooned, "Oh, [i]yeah,[/i] cum in me. I love it when guys blow inside me." Still moving her little body but slowing down, the girl all too aware of how tender a man became after busting his nut. She settled into his lap and snickered. "I didn't get to cum," she said.

"Sorry," Caust said around her toes. "If you wanna, uh-," he felt dozy and stupid after his orgasm, voice that of a drunk, "you want to untie me, I could lick you."

The bear pulled up slowly. Caust's erection had already begun to wilt away, receding into the warm slit it exited his body from. "You could lick me while you're tied up," Penny said slyly. She leaned forward, smooched Caust's beak, giggled. "You just wanna be untied."

"We [i]are[/i] done, right?" the magpie asked, a note of nervousness pepping up his drowsy voice. "So you can untie me anyway."

She smooched him again. Penny was beginning to like his beak quite a bit. "Or I could leave you tied up and go take a shower!"

"Penny!" he squawked.

Penny snickered. She bounced off the bed, started to dig through her closet again. She came out with a large green nightshirt and walked to her dresser. As she dug through her panties, Caust yelped in a totally alert voice, "Hey, come on! What if your folks come home?"

"They won't," she said calmly. "Hey, what do you think?" She turned on the lamp on the nightstand, held out two pairs of panties. "Yellow or pink?"

"Pink," Caust answered without hesitation. His eyes were imploring and puppylike. "Please untie me?"

"I love pink! Yellow is cute too, though," she sighed. "Hey, you want me to leave the light on?"

"For god's sake, Penny," Caust groaned. He wondered if she was this much of a pain in the ass to her brother.

"Wha-a-at?"

Caust closed his eyes. "Untie me. Please?"

"I will as soon as I get out of the shower. Promise," she giggled, and then she left the room. Caust heard water spraying less than a minute later.

Within five minutes, lights flashed in the window and Caust's heart jumped to his throat. Was it lightning? He listened for a rumble and thought absently [i]hurry in the shower Penny, don't want to get zapped.[/i]

"Was just lightning. It's just lightning, I'm good, she'll just untie me when she gets out-."

The front door squeaked open. In came someone cussing about the fucking rain. Not Mr. or Mrs. Mardas, for sure. The magpie didn't know if he should feel relief or even more worry.

Down the hallway went a wet bear in a motor oil-stained uniform. He walked past without looking in, then his steps paused. Backpedaled. He looked inside.

"I can explain everything," Caust said.

He was Penny's brother, the resemblance clear as day. Six feet tall, handsome, muscular, and he had his sister's eyes. He shook his head. "For fuck's sake," he huffed. "Stealing my toys."

"It wasn't my idea," Caust offered.

The brother walked off and Caust felt a bit of relief. He wasn't dead, that was good. The big bear seemed more annoyed with his sister than murderous. Good, then maybe he had an ally.

When the brother bear came back in, he was dressed for a casual evening at home: sweat pants, no shirt.

"Hey, you came back. Can you untie me, man? Please? She tied me up."

"You like having that dildo up your ass?" the bear asked as he slid down his sweat pants. He wore nothing under them. Fat, uncircumcised meat flopped into view.

The magpie's eyes fell on the bear's handsome penis. "Yes, I do," he admitted.

"Yeah, well, so do I," the bear huffed. He climbed onto the bed, straddled Caust just like Penny had. A burly, work-toughened paw began to grope and fondle the bird, coaxing flaccid meat hard again. "Cum in my ass and I won't beat you into a coma for fucking my sister."

"Yes, fine, deal," the bird blurted.

When Penny came back to her bedroom in a cute blue bathrobe, her brother was putting her bed's springs to the test. Like a bigger, meaner version of her, he was slamming his round, brown ass down on Caust's pelvis again and again. A look of tentative pleasure warmed the magpie's features.

"Oh, hey! You met Eric," she giggled. "You like him? I told you he's a big faggot."

"Shut up and order some pizza, Penny," Eric grunted. "I ain't ate anything all day, and it better not be some sausage and mushroom bullshit."

[i]"Yes,[/i] Eric," Penny sighed. She giggled again. "Hey, be careful with him," she teased, lingering in the doorway. "He says his bones are hollow."