Compared to some of the jobs Adrian did in the summer, installing a slide for an in-ground pool was simple work. The ram liked working with his hands. He felt no shame coming home from work sweaty and musky. It indicated to him that he had put in an honest effort. The first four hours of the job went smoothly. Adrian had up the frame of the slide and part of the chute. Occasionally he took a break where he sipped water in the shade of the porch. Not once did he have to urinate; all of his moisture was rolling out of his pores, soaking his clothes. Adrian was athletic and fit, but even he admitted that he was a sweaty fellow. Adrian was putting on the next part of the glazed chute when he felt a paw on his hip. He didn't flinch, but his mind turned to an encounter from just a month ago, a little girl named Penny Mardas with a thirst for grown men and an age still measured proudly in fractions. He turned his head and saw the fox. She was small, smiling, red eyes glinting like rubies in the sunlight. She had lovely blonde hair and was dressed in a frilly pink skirt and a purple tee to match. "Hi-i-i. You're doing a good job." "Well, thank you," Adrian said, smiling politely. He forced Penny out of his mind; Penny was an outlier as far as little girls went. This darling, whatever her name was, was not Penny. "I do need to keep working, though, sweetie. Why don't you go play?" "Nuh-uh. I wanna stay here with you," the small fox giggled. Her voice was high and sweet, almost musical; Adrian felt a pang of fatherly love brought on by her voice, and he believed the child could make for a fine singer. "My dad's at work and my mom is drunk. You gotta play with me." The ram studied her for a moment. His heart took on a strange flutter of a beat and his blood, in spite of the immense heat, began to feel as thick and cold as mud. This girl was not Penny, but in her gaze, Adrian saw the same adultness Penny had exhibited. This little princess in her pink skirt was undressing him with her eyes, and he suddenly believed - suddenly [/i]knew[/i] - that she was wearing no panties under that skirt. [i]Don't flatter yourself, Adrian. That was Penny. Penny is no little girl; she's some kind of thousand-year-old demon in a child's body. Penny Mardas is the[/i] exception, [i]not the rule. This girl just wants to play. Her mother is a lush and her father is away. Just be nice to her. Just take a minute to play with her and bill her negligent parents for some extra time. Just-[/i] The vixen pawed at the thick outline of Adrian's penis. The ram froze on the spot and stared at her stupidly. She giggled, "Ooh, wow, it's so [i]thick.[/i] What color is it? Is it pink?" "You-, you need to [i]go-,"[/i] Adrian bleated. "Ooh, or is it [i]black?"[/i] the fox crooned. [i]"My[/i] thing's black." She stepped back but Adrian was not thankful. The reason for his lack of thanks was because she then grabbed her skirt and yanked it up, flashing him her crotch (indeed no panties) and crying gleefully, "See? Black!" Black it was. Between the fox's legs was a plump black spade, a canine vulva. Adrian was familiar with them from images only. Between its dark lips was a gradient towards pink leading inside and the ram had no doubt that it could be his. "Oh, no," Adrian whispered. He looked around at the yard - massive and well-groomed with many trees and a stockade fence with a hedge to boot - and then down at the vixen and her swollen canine vulva again. The fox giggled so girlishly and innocently that nobody would have ever suspected she was flashing a grown man. She let the skirt go and pressed in close to Adrian. Taller than Penny had been by nearly a head, she was able to lay her face against the ram's chest. She hugged him firmly and swished her big, silvery-blue tail. "Don't you want my pussy, mister?" she cooed. "I bet you'd like it. Other guys tell me it's so-o-o soft and tight." "Listen-, listen now, sweetie," Adrian said, naked desperation in his voice. "Whatever you do with other boys your age, I don't care, but I'm [i]not[/i] your age and you need to let go of me." The girl grinned up at him. Devilishness was in her eyes, reminding him so strongly of Penny that he wished to be back at the Mardas household, because at least there he knew what he was dealing with. There he knew the little girl's older brother wouldn't snitch as long as he got his ass pounded. Adrian didn't want to find himself balls-deep in this vixen's spade only for the girl's fat mother to bumble her way out, hungover and irate. "You're right, you're not my age," the vixen agreed. "If you were, I'd make you pay for it." The ram stared down at her, unblinking and deeply offended by the very notion of this beautiful little girl whoring herself out. He asked timidly, "You prostitute yourself?" She giggled. "Guys pay a lot for sex. It's funny. Sometimes it feels good, too, but they never make me cum." She swished her tail and growled. "But grownups can." Adrian huffed. "This has gone on long enough." He grabbed her wrists and pulled her arms away from his body. The vixen never stopped grinning. "Don't be silly," she said. "You want some." "What I want is irrelevant," Adrian defensively huffed. But oh, he was getting harder by the second, and it was all because he had glimpsed that spade of hers. Canine pussy was a bucket list item for him; canine pussy on a little girl, although substantially better, was something Adrian was much too ashamed to admit he craved. "I'm telling your mother." She watched as he started for the sliding glass door on the porch. Following a few steps behind, she said calmly, "I'll tell her you touched me first." Adrian ground to a halt like an engine starved of oil for too long. He looked back at her with reproachful eyes. "Mhm. I'll tell her you made me take my underwear off and, well," another giggle, "then I'll start to [i]cry..."[/i] Between Penny and this child, Adrian's interest in siring a girl of his own was rapidly dwindling. He turned, legs somewhat shaky, and sat on a deck chair. "If you did do that," he said, thinking back to Penny and her little racket, "you'd never get laid again. Your parents would never leave you alone again." Finally the girl's grin faltered. No, it didn't just falter; it turned into an outright scowl. Adrian resisted the urge to smirk. [i]There. Didn't think of that one, did you? Little brat.[/i] "Fine, I [i]guess[/i] you're right. I won't tell anybody." Down but not out, she slid into his lap and paid no mind to how he stiffened up. She kissed him on the chest and cooed, "But I can still make you feel really good. Ooh, I practice a lot." Her paw found his penis again - and how hard to miss it was, for it was big even when flaccid, bigger still swelling with blood. It filled his somewhat loose jeans (Adrian did not like loose pants but made obscuring his gifted loins a priority) and made their denim tent up conspicuously. If not for the drenching amount of sweat permeating his clothes, the copious ooze of his precum would have already been apparent. Adrian held onto the seat of the chair as if to keep from floating off of it. His mouth was an ungainly grimace, nostrils flared, eyes slits. His mind raced over and over with thoughts of the vixen's spade, that flawless fortune cookie, and oh, it could be his. He need only grab it. "You remind me of another girl," Adrian said lowly. The vixen smirked. She tugged up her tee and Adrian saw not two, not four, but six smooth teats on her belly. Higher went the shirt, baring tits no bigger than mosquito bites, bringing her number of nipples to a respectable eight. Each was pert and flawless. She strummed along the right row, cooing as she did. Then she purred for Adrian and Adrian alone, "I bet I'm sexier than her." [i]Smooth-chested bear with a thirst for ass or vulgar princess vixen with a spade between her thighs? Quite a toss-up, quite a dilemma. But Adrian, you love them both, being the go-getter you are.[/i] The ram huffed and shut away his rambling thoughts, finding he did not like to examine himself in such hateful detail. He supposed that as much as he enjoyed women his age, he was still a [i]pedophile,[/i] the term which ended careers and cut family ties. He desperately pushed away the label. It was not his fault, was it? Penny had given him no choice, had forced him... had raped him, he supposed he could say, yet he knew it was not true. Just the same way he knew this vixen was not forcing him to do anything. It was him all the way down. And it was him, him alone, when he curled a tough hand around her thigh and slid it up, up, up against the grain of velvet-smooth fur. Going up, top floor, fortune cookies and degeneracy in small sizes. Knuckles brushing plump cuntlips immature enough to be sickeningly alluring, mature enough to plump with arousal and moisten at a welcomed touch. "Ooh," she cooed. "You're touching me." There was no surprise in her voice, none at all, and for that Adrian was... not annoyed with the vixen. In fact he was enamored with her. He admired her persistence, her assurance that things would go her way. The ram huffed across her face. He gave her a chaste kiss like an uncle planting a smooch. His fingertip traced the split of her cuntlips and fingered delicately her hooded clitoris. Her legs squirmed open, then clamped defensively together. "What's your name?" he asked her softly. "Don't make me," he hesitated just a moment, and decided on a whim to emphasize his request, [i]"fuck[/i] you without a name." Just the word - [i]fuck![/i] so naughty, so final - made her shiver. She giggled airily. "Mmm. I'm Christine. But you can call me Chrissie." "That's a lovely name," Adrian said with true fondness. Again fatherly ideation churned in his head. Christine - such a sweet name. A strong name, he believed. A good name overall. And, looking at the silvery-blue fox, feeling her naughty paws and her thick vulva, he thought it was a suitably naughty name for a naughty girl. It had a ring to it; he could imagine her as a twenty-something with legs for miles, round breasts, and a heart-shaped bottom. He could picture it so clearly, the beautiful vixen she would become, and he had no earthly way of knowing that Christine would grow up to become Kahnso, an addled wreck of a woman whose life expectancy would be measured by the tabloids in grim terms such as [i]not much longer now[/i] and [i]on death's door already.[/i] For now she was only Chrissie. "What's [i]your[/i] name?" Chrissie asked, speaking sweet and soft, nuzzling his neck and smelling his sweat. "Adrian," he answered quietly, as if ashamed of his name. The ram slid a finger into her spade. The lips of her vulva were thick, sticky, almost clammy in spite of their immense heat. Within was a pink channel of gripping, slipping wetness. No two vaginas ever felt the same to Adrian, and Chrissie's more so because of its outer shape. How badly he wanted to mouth her spade, suck it. Punch his tongue into it. Vulgar thoughts flowing like cold honey turning warm; slow to start, almost glacially so, but turning to a rich and indulgent flow. Adrian shuddered and he kissed her, this time brushing his tongue across her lips. Chrissie tongued him back and whimpered sweetly. "Ooh, Adrian," she purred. "Your finger is so big. I love grown-up fingers." Nuzzling with him, rubbing her sweet little fangs on his handsome face. Her paw gripped his cock through jeans which had become constrictive despite their slack. The ram's cheeks were red-hot. He hooked a capable arm around her small body, cupped her chin, raised it gently and fondly. He gazed into her eyes as he ran his thumb slowly along her cheek. "You're a beautiful girl, Chrissie," he said quietly not for a fear of being overheard, but because the words were for her alone. Intimacy warmed his smooth baritone voice. Romance swam in his calm eyes. "You're [i]beautiful.[/i] More beautiful than any grown woman I've known." Chrissie's cheeks warmed - Adrian felt it - and she looked at him almost stupidly, so stunned she was by his quiet declaration. "I-I am? Really?" Chrissie asked, sounding like someone unsure of accepting a lavish gift. In almost the antithesis to such sweet words, Adrian's finger curled in her young cunt and its tip dragged along the nerve cluster of her g-spot. She whined, curled her toes, tensed in his lap. "Ooh, fuck," she hissed, nuzzling into Adrian's handsome snout, feeling lust of course, but also something approaching love. Puppylove to be sure, fondness for Adrian brought about by his careful words. "Don't talk like that," Adrian said softly. "You're too young to talk that way, sweetie. And too pretty for it." "I'm sorry," Chrissie murmured, grinning sheepishly. She nuzzled with him. Kissed him. "D'you, um," she drew her tongue over her jowls, "you want to do something else? Maybe you wanna [i]lick[/i] me?" Adrian's breathing quickened imperceptibly. He was not surprised the vixen had hit on his desires so easily; he was only excited at the prospect. She saved him the trouble of proposing it. Slowly he drew back his finger, and he nodded. The heat of the day was intense but the only heat he was aware of was her body pressed against his. Compared to the depths of her cunt, the summer air was nippy. "I do," the ram agreed. "Show me that spade. That beautiful spade." The ram imagined her proceeding any number of ways. Lying back, getting to her paws and knees, dragging him inside and right past her drunk, passed-out mother so they could do their deed in the little girl's cool bedroom. But Christine surprised him. She wriggled in his lap, hooked her paws around his neck, hoisted herself up. She stood on his knees with sure-footedness the ram found impressive. Adrian nosed under the pink ruffle of her skirt on his own. "Very creative," he said, and was stricken by the smell of her sex. Immature, not ready for breeding, but tart in its way; very much like Penny in that regard. His thoughts were on the bear for a moment, and then as he drew his tongue across the lips of her spade, Penny faded from his mind. Chrissie was all he wanted now; Chrissie's plump black spade and cute little teats. Chrissie cooed softly and sweetly, sounding so like the little girl she was that Adrian was unreasonably aroused. He prodded his tongue into her, splitting the lips with it. A runnel of feminine wetness lolled down his tongue like sap down a tree trunk. His burly hands cupped her rump, squeezing soft round cheeks, making them dimple. His erection genuinely ached in his jeans. Each probe of his tongue into Chrissie's sex brought on savage visions of sex. Laying her back on the warm concrete. Throwing her legs open like the doors of a mansion under siege. Plowing her like a beast, heaving and snarling and huffing. He groaned helplessly and palmed her behind. Chrissie's paws played over Adrian's head, stroking his horns with phallic connotations. "Ooh, Adrian," she cooed, "your horns are so-o-o big and strong." "Mhm," the ram answered, blushing. Adrian was proud of his rack, perhaps needlessly so - he couldn't control how his horns grew anymore than he could influence his height or the size of his penis - but he was proud, and he was happy Chrissie appreciated them. His tongue wriggled into her. Then he drew it back and huffed across her spade, inhaling the young yet promisingly musky smell. "I can't do this anymore," he shuddered from under her skirt. His eyes rolled up to meet hers, looking at her ruby gaze past pert nipples. Her expression started to sour, to pout, and Adrian felt his heart swell for the girl. She looked adorable. He saw her in a manner which was not sexual, as a little girl upset that she did not get the video game she wanted or had been denied precious ice cream. The ram, with his fatherly ambitions, wanted to just squeeze her up and spoil her rotten. Her spade leaked against his lips. No innocent picture could last, not like this. He picked her up under the armpits and set her down. She continued to pout, but when Adrian unbuckled his belt and opened his fly, her features softened, expression becoming a look of wonder. "I thought you couldn't," she said, sounding hurt. "I mean I can't keep licking you. I want to-," he considered his words. He did not care much for swearing. "I want you. I [i]want[/i] you, Chrissie, more than just licking you. Okay?" A knowing grin spread over her face. "Ohhh, I get it. Yea-a-ah. Cool." She bit her lip and she watched closely, like following a magic trick, as Adrian pulled down his boxers and tucked them underneath his scrotum. His genitals were massive, his penis at least a foot in length with balls the size of ripe oranges. "It's black!" she cried, and giggled wildly. "And it's friggin' [i]huge![/i] Omigawd, that's so hot!" Adrian blushed and grinned. He moved down to the spotless concrete pad and beckoned her down. Chrissie laid and he moved over her on all-fours, a primal stance, his cock dribbling copious amounts of precum. The liquid left a thin trail like a fuse wherever his cock waggled. Chrissie pulled up her skirt and splayed her taut legs wide as they would go. Her spade glinted, wet with its own moisture and Adrian's slobber in crude mixture. The ram touched the rounded helmet of his glans to her thick cuntlips. His foreskin bared only part of it. "Inside, put it inside me," the vixen whimpered. Her paws slid down Adrian's chest daintily. Adrian gripped his shaft. In his fist, it seemed to swell even more. Veins busied its surface and the dribble of precum choked back to heavy, irregular squirts. He pushed forward and Chrissie's box opened to him with sinful ease. Chrissie was young, tight, but so very experienced. It was Penny all over again; a little girl with the experience of an adult whore. Chrissie's plump cunt grasped his cock like a hungry but passive maw. Its tightness made his foreskin roll back, baring the full helmet of the glans. The pink channel of her vagina welcomed him deep inside, and the vixen cooed, moaned, and arched her back subtly. "Ooh, Adrian," cooed Chrissie, her voice soft and musical like birdsong. She kissed him on the lips, enjoying his musky mouth. "You feel so-o-o good, Adrian..." "So do you," Adrian puffed, kissing back, desperately smooching her. Nuzzling her chest, her neck. "So do you, my god." Packing his member into Chrissie caused her belly to gain a subtle hump. The vixen felt over it wonderingly and Adrian grinned and blushed, the feeling of his cock being stroked through the girl's body like hearing sounds through a thick pane of glass. He touched her wrist, gently stroked it, parlayed his touch to a circling rub on one of her teats. "You're going to be a beautiful woman," he cooed. "I'm already beautiful," Christine answered in a huff. "Jerko." Adrian laughed. He had to. The girl's pout was cute - and she had a point. She was beautiful. Beautiful enough to make Adrian fuck her here and now, where her fat mother could stagger right out onto the patio and catch him in the act. The ram forced risky thoughts from his mind. He started to move his hips back, then forward. Back again, in again. Christine's sex remained a snug channel of loving flesh and sturdy muscle, gripping on all sides with its wet maw. The vixen whined and cooed alternately. Her legs hooked around his hips loosely. "Oh, you're good, you're good," said the fox in soft, whining words. She grabbed his horns and pulled him down. The ram was ready for her; he smushed his lips into hers and the kiss deepened immediately, tongues coming into service like playful snakes. Her paws drifted down his body, over the seat of his jeans and under the waistband. For not the first time in his life, Adrian had a little girl worshiping his sweaty ass. Precum drizzled into Chrissie and supplemented her demure wetness. Sucking noises clapped in the wet, still summer air. She was whimpering, bucking hips against his, pulling on his ass. Sliding her fingers between the cheeks, touching haltingly on his anus. Adrian huffed and tensed. He looked in her eyes a moment, conveying nothing she could read. Then he broke off the kiss with a small, impish grin on his face. "You know how sweaty I am? I'm pretty smelly too." Chrissie grinned back at him. The grin was devilish, toothy. It was the same grin that she would be known for as an adult as she lived out life to its worst excesses. "I was gonna smell your butthole, so I [i]hope[/i] it's smelly," she growled, a challenge to the adult. Adrian chuckled. He smooched her cheek, huffed against her. "You're full of surprises, little girl. I think I can make time for a sniff later. But first... but [i]first..."[/i] The ram's rhythm was hitching. The vixen was just too snug and perfect for him to really last; but considering the risk, he did not want to drag it out for too long. His big balls felt tight and his cock tingled, feeling almost the way it did when he edged. He nuzzled with her and whispered into an ear, "I want to cum inside of you, Chrissie. Can I do that?" "Heck yeah, you can," the vixen cooed. "Totally do that. Cum inside me." Chrissie teased his anus. Adrian was no bottom; in fact he considered himself quite straight despite a few encounters in college and a night spent being ridden by Penny's older brother. But he enjoyed Chrissie's attention, and would have enjoyed even more her tongue prodding inside of him or her nostrils flaring against his anus. He clenched his rim against her digits and he humped her hard and fast, his lungs heaving and heart racing to give him the stamina he needed. "Ooh, man, oh man," Christine whined beneath him. "Oh-, oh fuck," she whispered. Adrian was too occupied to scold her. Her small body writhed, bliss overtaking her. The subtle pain of sex was outweighed by the awesome pleasure; Adrian's thick meat reamed her small spade open in a way most men - adult and child - could not. Her eyelids rolled down like shades over bright windows. Her smile was wide and toothy, and a thin line of foamy, rabid drool drizzled down her cheek. "Mmmfuck," she murmured through pursed lips and meshed teeth. "Mmmohmygawd, fuuuck..." Christine's orgasm was a slow burn. She whimpered as it struck; her cunt clenched like a toothless, biting maw on Adrian's shaft and she writhed, feeling impaled upon him. Whimpering, tears oozing from her pursed eyelids. Pain from clenching on something so big but pleasure beyond description; Adrian made her feel an ambivalence towards sex which only a stallion had previously caused her. Adrian grunted at the vixen's sudden tightness. It was that final push he needed, tipping him over the edge. He gasped, mouthed her neck, gnawed it absently with flat herbivore teeth. He plowed his shaft into her a final time and again put a hump into her belly. Then he came, cock shooting a cataclysmic amount of seed into her immature sex. The vixen mewled and writhed as she became Adrian's cumdump. It filled her, flooded her, and oozed out in great, slow-moving ropes like silvery-white honey. She pawed at Adrian's ass, her fingertip just slipping into his sweat-smeared anus but no further. Adrian's tightness precluded a good fingering. The ram, only peripherally aware of the finger, nuzzled with Christine and kissed her cheek. He whispered to her in the still air, as cicada song began in the trees, "Thank you, Chrissie. Thanks for that." "Mmm, thank [i]you,"[/i] the vixen sighed. She circled Adrian's anus a few times, then withdrew her paws. She thought of the musky smell that must be on her paws but the urge to smell him had wilted after her orgasm. She looked up at him with bright red eyes, a tiny smile on her face. "You were so-o-o good." Adrian kissed her lips, then straightened up. It was pleasantly obscene, the way his cock speared open her thick spade; he thought it was something he would like a photo of if it wouldn't mean child porn on his phone. "I should get back to work now," he said softly. "Yea-a-ah, I guess you should," Chrissie admitted. She watched, again like observing a magic trick and looking for the gimmick, as Adrian drew his cock out of her. Sticky, webbed cum marbled its black surface. She felt around her spade with smelly fingers and marveled at her gape. "Jeez. I must be so open right now." The ram grinned, feeling some pride. "I'm pretty big. Sorry." She giggled, bounced up to her feet with a speed and ease Adrian envied, and gave him a big wet smooch between the eyes where he knelt. "I have an idea. I'm gonna tell my daddy I want, uh, new bookshelves in my room." Adrian looked at her, not quite understanding... and then the realization washed over him. He chuckled and winked. "Bookshelves, huh. I think I could put some nice ones up for you." "Mmhmm. And I'll be right there," Chrissie purred, stroking over his horns, "to tell you [i]just[/i] where I want them." The ram shivered. He held her legs, the insides of which were sticky with his drooling cum. It loped out of her in obscene tendrils. "You're irresistible," he sighed. "I know," Chrissie tittered. She kissed him again between the eyes then backed up a pace. "See you later." Adrian watched her go, skipping her way back into the house. He made himself decent, washed his mess off the patio with the garden sprayer, and went back to work feeling a little lighter between the thighs.