Penny peeked out of her bedroom window when she heard the truck. Diesel engine, turbo just spinning down as the truck idled up to the house. Its paint was white and some branding marked its sides but Penny couldn't read any of it because of the angle. The sole occupant of the truck stepped out into the heat of the day and Penny Mardas saw all that she needed to see. She was going to have a good day.

Adrian walked to the front door adjusting his tool belt. He was tall and stout, both traits to Penny's delight. His cloven hooves clacked on the driveway. Across his breast was the logo of his contracting company: the outline of a ram's head in profile and the slogan "Taking home repairs by the horns" in slanted letters below. Penny had never had a ram before. It would be interesting.

Inside of twenty minutes, Adrian was hard at work on the back porch. Already a fine open porch, Mr. and Mrs. Mardas desired a full deck on which they could entertain guests. Adrian expected to have it done within a few days. His estimates were rarely wrong.

For a little while, Penny let the ram work. Her parents were about, keeping an eye on the progress. Mother brought him lemonade and ice water frequently. Father stayed out of the way and urged his wife to do the same. Penny wished they'd both be quiet. She waited, biding her time. She brushed her hair, put it up with her favorite hair clip - a silver butterfly - and then painted her claws with bright pink gloss. Penny loved the bright pink. There was something about the innocence of the color men liked.

When her claws were all dry and shiny pink, Penny left her room and crept to the back door. Through the living room was a quicker shot to the rear porch but mom and dad were watching television and getting ready for another one of their boring meetings. The back door in the utility room let her out into the oppressive summer heat. From there she looped around the side of the house, came up the porch's steps, and looked at Adrian as casually as she could. The ram looked up from his hammering, then looked back down.

"I didn't realize Mr. and Mrs. Mardas had a daughter," he said absently.

"No? I'm Penny," she said.

"Adrian," answered the ram pleasantly enough, but his tone was brusque. It was no surprise to Penny when he said, "I'm a little busy here, sweetie. You should go play."

The girl stood over him. For a moment Adrian appreciated the small amount of shade she provided. Then he looked up at her, and this time he studied her more closely. He thought she was just precious. Short, young, bright golden eyes, cute little grin. And the butterflies on her shirt gave her some innocent character. He was happy to see butterflies instead of a band or a video game character.

In spite of her cuteness, he said again, "You should go play. I'm pretty busy, hon."

Penny huffed and knelt close by. Putting her bare knees on the roughened surface of the deck seemed not to bother her and Adrian was subtly impressed. "Can't I watch, just a little bit? My dad never does stuff like this." She smiled. "I like it."

Adrian gained a wry smile. "You like watching guys hammer nails?"

"Not just that," she giggled. "I like guys working with their hands. Doing stuff that's not," she glanced at the screen doors to the living room, "paperwork. And boring [i]computer[/i] stuff."

The ram considered. He leaned a bit closer and Penny caught a whiff of sweaty musk on his body. His deodorant clearly wasn't strong enough. "You can watch, but keep your paws to yourself, and if you're gonna watch me do this stuff," he rifled through his toolbox and pulled out a set of scratched-up safety glasses, "you're gonna wear these."

Penny looked at them dubiously. "How come you're not wearing any?"

Adrian stared blankly at her. He frowned. "Penny, you should go play," he said, putting the glasses back where he found them.

The little girl lingered around even when Adrian started to drive nails again. He was putting down boards, adding to the existing porch. Penny asked, "Hey, how come you're not replacing all these? The old ones look different from the new ones."

Adrian sighed and rocked back on his knees. "Didn't I tell you to-?"

"Yeah, but I'm still here," Penny giggled.

"Okay. Look here, listen." He indicated the old boards with his hammer. "I looked everything over underneath. There's no mold, everything's sturdy, so there's no sense replacing them. Once I stain everything-."

"Stain?"

"It's kinda like a paint but not really, it's-, never mind. Look, once everything's stained, then it'll all look the same."

Penny nodded slowly. "Can I do one of the nails?"

"Maybe later, I'll let you try it on a piece of scrap wood. For now, I don't think so. Not when I'm getting paid for this."

"Come o-o-on," Penny prodded. She pawed at his wrist. "You just, like, swing it! Right? How bad can I mess it up?"

Adrian frowned. "Worse than you'd think. You could crack the wood or bend the nail, maybe even snap it off. Been known to happen. Suppose it flies out of your fingers and hurts someone. I don't wanna be on the hook for you knocking those pretty teeth out."

"Fi-i-ine," Penny huffed. Adrian went back to hammering. Penny, grinning, dug into his toolbox. Within just a few seconds, Adrian had his hand on her arm.

"Penny. Seriously."

"What's this?" the bear asked. She held his level curiously. "It's got water in it! It looks like Kool-Aid."

Adrian explained what she was holding, then he showed her how to use it. "Look. You adjust the piece you're working on until the bubbles rest between the lines. See, water [i]always[/i] finds its level point."

"Cool," Penny cooed. She started to look through his toolbox again, but Adrian was quick to stop her. "Aw, come on."

[i]"Listen[/i] now, sweetie. You need to go play. I've got a lot of work to do," said the ram rather kindly. He liked Penny's curiosity. "If you really want to learn about doing this, I'll see what I can do later."

Penny looked up at him with a smile. Her honey-hued eyes glinted in the sunlight. "I bet you have a girl of your own. You sound like my dad does sometimes."

Immediately Adrian began to blush. He looked back to his work. "Um, no, I don't have any kids."

The bear looked at the sliding glass doors and saw no sign of her parents. Grinning, she nuzzled up to Adrian. His body was hot, sweaty, a bit smelly. "No-o-o? I bet you'd be a cool dad."

"Thanks," Adrian said, chuckling and embarrassed. "Penny, I [i]really[/i] have to work on this. Your mom and dad will be upset with both of us."

Quite suddenly, Penny's paw clutched the ram's crotch. His genitals were massive; his somewhat loose-fitting jeans helped him to conceal his endowment, but the way he knelt pushed his crotch into the fabric. "What's [i]this[/i] tool do?" she whispered.

Adrian grimaced. He dropped his hammer and it tumbled into the grass below. "Oh-, crap. Penny, let go, stop that before your parents-!"

The girl let go, giggling. She got up and walked down the steps. Adrian, still kneeling, watched her closely with suspicious eyes. "I was just messin' with you," she cooed. She picked up the hammer and offered it to him through the slats. From above Adrian saw down into her shirt easily. And he saw now how lewd her eyes were, how her grin was so unmistakably adult. "But you have a big dick, don't you? Can't blame me for tryi-i-ing."

"What in the fuck," Adrian wheezed. He took the hammer. Then the glass door slid open and the ram flinched, nearly dropping the hammer again. Out stepped Mrs. Mardas with another glass of lemonade.

"Adrian, we've got some business to take care of. I'm sorry to ask, but could you look after Penny for a bit? Oh, her brother should be home within a few hours, then he'll take over."

Adrian looked up at the lady bear. Her figure was enviable for a middle-aged woman; some plumpness to be expected of a bear but her yoga and exercise kept her relatively slim. "Oh-, I'm not sure if I could-," the ram swallowed, "you know. Keep an eye on the girl [i]and[/i] work."

Penny watched her mother from the ground. Her paws rested on the supports and her nose stuck through, giving her the look of a small prisoner.

"Well, Adrian, if you wanted to take a break for the day so you can keep an eye on our girl, I think we wouldn't mind that." She smiled.

"I suppose I can do that. All right," Adrian said. He began to pack up his tools.

"Great, thank you! You're getting such a good review for this." Mrs. Mardas sauntered off inside and closed the door behind her.

Adrian sipped his drink and looked down at Penny. "Whatever you just did," he said defensively, "don't get any ideas. No."

Penny smirked. She leaned closer. "You sure about that?" she asked, and no longer did she sound like the little girl who had cutely asked what this and that did. "'Cause I think you [i]like[/i] me."

"I did," the ram huffed, blushing. He picked up his toolbox and walked down the steps, around the house, up the driveway. Mr. and Mrs. Mardas were just getting into their Mercedes-Benz as he put his toolbox away in his truck.

"Adrian," mother said. "We left some cash on the counter for dinner. Penny's not hard to entertain, all her babysitters tell us she's just a perfect angel."

The ram smiled. He felt a kind of helplessness he hadn't known since he'd first graduated from college without a clue.

"I'll take care of her," he said flatly, and let himself in the front door. Mr. and Mrs. Mardas were gone. Adrian saw the back of Penny's head over the sofa, the television on, some video game on the screen. Adrian felt like a character in a horror movie, trapped alone with the vicious killer.

Staying mindful of his sweaty clothes, he pulled out one of the wooden kitchen chairs and parked it near the cream-colored sofa. Everything in the Mardas household spoke of money and Adrian felt like a man outside his class as a guest in the home. Working there was a different matter from lounging around.

Penny looked over at him. She paused her fighting game. "You can sit on the couch," she said. "As if sweat is the worst thing I've ever gotten on these cushions."

"You're a weird child, aren't you?" Adrian asked flatly. "Grabbing me by the-, what you did out there, do you just try to get a rise out of people? Little attention seeker?"

The bear sneered. She resumed her game. Although the controller was a bit large in her paws, she was a skillful player. "Nuh-uh. I like cock," she answered.

He winced. "Jeez. Don't say that, you're-, what? Eleven?"

"Ten," she corrected. "And a half."

"Ten-and-a-half is too young to be liking-," Adrian blushed, "that."

"Cock?"

"Yes, that," the ram huffed. "God. When does your brother get home?"

She giggled wildly. "Oh, settle in, Adrian. You've got some hours yet. And don't think you're safe from me then, 'cause my brother loves dick just as much as me. And he doesn't care when I fuck guys."

The sheer vulgarity coming out of Penny's mouth was deeply offensive to Adrian. He disliked foul language. Dirty words at times passed his lips - everybody hissed them when they happened to smash their fingers with a hammer - but the ram firmly believed words like cock, dick and fuck should not come from the mouths of babes.

"Watch your language," he said firmly, "or I'll wash your mouth out with soap."

She paused again and looked at him. A bit of worry had infiltrated her gaze, even though her mouth had the nervous, awkward grin some gained when confronted. "You [i]will?"[/i] she asked him, incredulous.

"If I had a daughter, you can bet she wouldn't be as foul-mouthed as you," Adrian stated. "And this video game, look at this. It's so violent. What is this, [i]Mortal Kombat?"[/i]

"Yes," Penny murmured.

"Turn it off, this is for adults for a reason."

Penny huffed. She pouted, bit her lip, grumbled. "Fine. Jerk."

While the bear turned off the game and turned on the television receiver, Adrian leaned back somewhat in the chair. He felt a small amount of pride.

Penny put on a cartoon channel. Adrian nodded and said, "That's better. Now, uh," he stood and looked down at the bear. "Where's the restroom?"

"Oh, all that lemonade catching up with you?" Penny giggled. "I bet you'd like to kno-o-ow."

Adrian grunted. "Penny!"

"Oh, [i]fine,[/i] gawd. Y'know, all you guys are the same deep down, you get so grumpy if you don't get what you want, when you want it." She hopped off the couch and walked into the hall, practically skipping. She waited to see if the ram would scold her for running in the house, was disappointed when he didn't. He just followed quickly behind her.

"Here you go," Penny said, gesturing grandly into the hallway bathroom. "Don't splash on the floor!"

"Thank you," Adrian gruffly said. He walked in and shut the door. Hurriedly but carefully, he lifted the lid, opened his fly and pulled free his thick black phallus. It dangled nearly to his knee. Aiming into the bowl was easy.

Penny listened at the door. When she heard the ongoing splash of a piss stream, she opened the door - unlocked, as Adrian was used to living alone - and said, "I wanna wa-a-atch!"

In a panic, Adrian jerked to the side and pissed on the wall. The muscles in control of his urine tightened down and the ram winced in pain. "Penny!" he snapped. "What the hell!"

"Oh, you splashed on the [i]wall,[/i] that's a good one," Penny said, the giggles beginning.

"You scared me," Adrian groaned. He kept his back to her and started to stuff his cock away but the bear moved around him, grabbed his hips, and got a look at him.

"Omigawd, it's so big," she gasped. "Lemme touch it, I wanna touch," whined the bear, paws grabbing at his dark meat. "Foreskin is awesome!"

Adrian had a feeling of unreality, as if this was simply too bizarre to really be happening. In his lapse of thought, Penny got hold of his penis. She stroked it and her paws were so soft and warm that Adrian allowed the touch even once he came back from his brief mental vacation. Then he quickly swatted her paws off and hissed, "Stop it, quit that!"

"Don't be such a [i]dork,[/i] Adrian," Penny giggled. "Come on. Why don't you pee for me? Just lemme watch."

He looked at the piss on the wall. Guiltily he pulled some toilet paper off the roll and sopped it up. It didn't appear to have soaked very far in. He tossed the paper into the bowl and growled, "Get out, Penny."

The bear folded her arms. She looked at him sternly, but she was grinning. "Adrian, come o-o-on... piss for me and I'll leave you alone. Promise."

"Promise?" Adrian huffed. He couldn't believe he was going to deal on her terms. He thought about her soft young paws and hated himself for it.

"Promise," the bear cooed. "I just love to watch guys pee."

"Weird kid," the ram murmured. He stepped up to the bowl again. In front of her, he had to force himself to relax. Even then his bladder proved to be shy, so he pushed a bit. Grunted. Cords stood out on his neck. Finally the stream started up again and the piss was dark and foul-smelling, the way it always was when he worked in the heat.

Penny watched closely, smiling tightly, lewdly. "I'm gonna hold it," she whispered, "so don't freak out."

Adrian wanted to tell her not to touch but he liked those bear paws. And when she held his penis, he kept pissing with not even a wrinkle in the stream.

"Gosh, it's big," whispered the bear. Her words were small against the splash of his piss. "You smell so musky too. I bet your balls smell amazing."

"Whatever you're doing-," Adrian grumbled, then gave up.

He kept pissing until the stream gave out. Penny shook him off. Then she pulled his meat to her lips and took its tip past her lips, sucked him, cleaned him of the dribbles of piss lost in his foreskin.

Adrian gasped, hands going to the wall and her head. "Penny," he shuddered. "Penny, don't. Please."

The young bear suckled softly as if his glans were the nipple of a bottle. She pulled off, lips smacking, and gazed at him with amorous eyes.

"Adria-a-an," she purred, "you like little girls, don't you? Don't you want a little girl of your own?"

"Not like this," the ram said, speaking nearly in a whine. He looked at himself in the mirror, looked away shamefully. He pushed the lever on the toilet and his rank piss vanished. "I'm not a pedophile," he said quietly to himself.

She stroked his penis and tugged back its foreskin. "Mmm. Your dick is so bi-i-ig. Gawd, I think this is the biggest one I ever saw on a guy who wasn't a horse."

"Oh, god," Adrian sighed. "Penny. Penny, go to your room."

"Adrian-."

[i]"Now,[/i] Penny," the ram said, using his earlier wash-your-mouth-out-with-soap sternness.

Penny sighed. "Fi-i-ine. It would've been fun though. All the guys tell me they never thought they'd like a little girl so much." She nuzzled with his cock, kissed it as if saying farewell to her beloved, then sauntered out of the room.

Adrian closed the door again. He considered. After two minutes in contemplation, he walked out of the bathroom. Light shone out of one of the rooms in the hall. Adrian peered inside to Penny's room, at the posters of singers and the bed covered with sheets decorated with butterflies. His cock was still out. Penny looked up from her handheld video game and eyed him warily.

The ram huffed. "On your bed okay?"

"Totally," Penny said, starting to smirk. She turned her game off and set it aside. Parting her legs and pulling up her skirt revealed a lack of panties. "You like my pussy?"

A blush heated Adrian's cheeks. He didn't believe he had been this awkward during even his first time. He undressed slowly, as if he might change his mind at any second. Their eyes remained locked until Adrian lowered his pants, then his boxers. Penny eyed his low-hanging scrotum and giggled.

"Damn, your balls are [i]fat.[/i] I bet you got enough cum in those to paint a car." She knelt on the edge of her bed and beckoned him over. "C'mere. C'mere and tu-u-urn around."

"Why?" the ram defensively asked. Bottomless, his cock hanging flaccid but fat, Adrian was everything the young bear wanted and more. He moved closer to her, regarding her the way a cop would an armed robber. When he was close to the bed, he repeated, "Why?"

"'Cause," Penny unhelpfully answered. She pushed his hip. "Turn around, come on!"

Adrian huffed and turned. His eyes fell on the closet, its mirrored doors closed. In the reflection he saw those small brown paws begin to palm his hips. He closed his eyes, shamefully avoiding his reflection. Then he felt Penny's paws on the taut cheeks of his ass and he grumbled, "What're you doing?"

She pried them apart. Down inside lay the prize: Adrian's anus, snug and pink and glinting with sweat. His entire crack was swampy and the smell she excavated was peaty and sharp. "You're so-o-o musky," the bear growled. In went her snout as though Adrian's crack were a honeycomb. Penny's tongue dragged through the crack, smearing in slobber and stealing sweat. Adrian shuddered, bit his lip, but could not stifle a gentle bleat. He bent somewhat and perked his bottom into her face, albeit unintentionally.

"Penny," he said, his voice in that confused place between praise and condemnation. "Good god, Penny..."

"You taste so good," the little bear huffed in his crack. "Fuck, you [i]smell[/i] so good too." She slobbered through his crack then dived on his anus. Her lips smooched it, sucked it, gently pulled at its rim. The ram bleated again, his cock growing quickly stiff. Precum dribbled from its bared glans and he put a hand on the back of her head.

"Holy-, oh my god," the ram shivered.

"So-o-o good," moaned the bear. Her tongue prodded his anus, then slathered it, making it wink and clench as if in defense. Penny pulled away but nuzzled his ass cheeks, smelling them, kissing them, licking them and leaving long stripes of drool. "Your butt is perfect."

"You're unbelievable," Adrian gasped. His tone was one of admiration.

Penny giggled. She planted one more longing kiss on his asshole then drifted back, laying on her bed with legs parted. Just as the ram turned to face her, his cock stiff and ready, the bear eyed it and said, "If you had a little girl, would you want her to be like me, Adrian?"

The ram grunted and blushed. "I don't-, god, I can't-." As he struggled to speak, he reached for Penny but stopped short of touching her. His fingers trembled, aching for her forbidden fruit. His cock drooled its lubrication on the bed.

She bumped her feet into his penis and began to knead it. Adrian shuddered. He arched his back and let the girl work. His member drenched her soft soles in precum. "C'mon, Adrian, yes or no. If you had your own little girl," she ground her left foot along the underside of his cock, her right into the glans, "would you want her to be a little slut like me, or not?"

Adrian gnawed at his lip, making it raw. He looked up at the ceiling and saw glow-in-the-dark plastic stars stuck to it. The idea struck him as cute. Then he looked down at the bear, eyeing Penny, this adorable little girl with her glow-in-the-dark constellations, her pink butterfly t-shirts and her thirst for musky ass. He realized, quite clearly, that he found the girl utterly repulsive in the same way he found hot, nasty, greasy food repulsive: a guilty pleasure, something to eat in shameful secrecy.

"I wouldn't want her to be anything like you," Adrian said, "but if she were, good god."

Penny tittered. She pushed a sole over his glans. Adrian began to grind into her feet. "You saying you'd fuck [i]your own[/i] little girl if she were a slut?"

The ram huffed. "I would." He skewered her with the last stern gaze he had to offer. "Satisfied?"

She smirked. Her legs parted and her fingers tugged the lips of her pussy apart, baring the pink of her vagina, letting its unique smell loose into the air. "Not until your cum is dripping down my legs, big boy."

"Why are you so foul-mouthed?" Adrian asked, shaking his head.

"Really, [i]that's[/i] the thing you get all mad about?" she asked, and started to giggle. "Oh my ga-a-awd, just get over here and stuff me, would you?"

Adrian crept onto the bed carefully, expecting it to buckle under his adult weight, but it held up with barely a creak. As he climbed over top of her, getting between the girl's splayed legs, he considered what he was doing one final time. It was too late to stop now. They had already had sex - her slobber was on his asshole, his penis. He lusted after her small, brown body, eager to caress and lick every line, every sinewy limb. He nuzzled with her, his dangling goatee tickling her. The kiss she pushed on him was firm, hot, tongues tangling up, fighting. Adrian moaned softly. He gripped his cock and guided its dark meat to the bullseye.

Penny's young sex opened for him haltingly. He pushed firmly to enter her. She winced, shuddered, raked her painted claws down his back. He felt their blunt points pressing through his shirt. Thought to ask if she was okay, but she was the one doing the kissing. She was bucking against him. Adrian knew body language. He had made women, older and much bigger, writhe and buck and scream for him. He had come out of bedrooms with channels dug into his back and bites taken from his neck. Penny clawed him. She bit his tongue. She gave all the signs.

The kiss deepened and so did the penetration. Slobber caked their mouths and his precum filled her, moistening and slicking her, adding to the gratuitous wetness she already had inside of her deep, pink channel. Entering into Penny was like the few times he'd had anal sex; overtly snug, nearly unpleasant for both parties. But Penny's vaginal walls were wet and receptive unlike anal flesh. However tiny she was, she welcomed him into her deepest reaches. His hips pressed to hers and the pressure within was enormous, fat black ram cock gouging her insides in a way only equine flesh had done before.

The girl broke out of the kiss shuddering, whimpering. Adrian saw tears in her eyes and felt his fatherly instincts swell. He began to nuzzle her, to pull back, whispering as he did, "I'm sorry, it's hurting you. I'll stop. I'm sorry."

Penny whispered back, bliss underscoring her voice, "No, no-o-o, don't stop, it fucking [i]hurts[/i] but I love that. Do it." Small brown paws pulling his broad, burly shoulders. Rubbing his neck. Feeling over his rack of horns. "Do it, fuck me, Adrian... fuck me, daddy."

The ram blushed. "Daddy," he grunted, an ironic smile twisting his lips. He pushed into her again, balls dragging on the bed, leaving uneven streaks of musky sweat. "You're a whore, Penny."

She kissed him, cooing. She pulled up her shirt, wiggling to get out of it, leaving on only her skirt. Adrian summed up her prone young body and felt the skirt added an element of lewdness pure nudity would have lacked. He nuzzled her small, undeveloped breasts, licked a nipple, satisfied an urge he'd felt previously on the deck.

"Ooh yeah, lick me there," cooed the bear. Her legs rubbed his hips as if she were a cowgirl gently spurring her horse. "Quicker, Adrian. C'mon. Fuck me, daddy. Fuck me hard."

Quicker, harder, Adrian putting his stout muscles to work. Soft bleats entered into his exhalations. His breath was humid and hot as it washed over her smooth chest, air conditioning doing little, the bedroom still growing hot with their sex. The bed creaked mild protest. Adrian's eyes rolled back. He kissed a nipple, gently pinched it between his teeth as if it were cud, and gave it the most subtle of tugs. Penny squealed for him and pulled on his great, curling horns.

"Ooh yeah, ooh Adrian, daddy," whimpered Penny, her mouth smiling, not grinning but smiling in sublime pleasure, the tears stopping. Her young form heaved beneath his great mass. She felt all through sweat-soaked fur, unleashing musk and body odor, filling her room with ram stink. "You're su-u-uch a good daddy, you're [i]my[/i] daddy."

"Goddamn right, I'm your daddy," Adrian huffed, blushing but smirking, investing himself wholly in the father-daughter fucked-up mess. Pounding her, going at her with speed and ferocity - ramming her, a pun that always came to mind, one he never voiced lest it turn out to be too much of a groaner for present company. His balls felt as fat and heavy and overloaded gym bags. Like gym bags, stinking of crotch and exercise, full of tart masculinity. He felt them beginning to tighten and his cock beginning to tingle with the oncoming pleasure of climax. He licked her chest again, tongue loping wildly over the smooth plane interrupted solely by those little pink nubs. His tongue slathered up her neck, chin, over lips. And then the kiss was on again, hot and wet like a summer thunderstorm.

Penny writhed. She whined, pawing at Adrian, pulling his horns, groping his ass, feeling him anywhere she could and any way she pleased. Whining into the kiss, "Daddy, daddy, love you daddy," pushing him for everything he was worth, working him harder than most of her babysitters dared to go. But most of her babysitters weren't day laborers with strong muscles and large endowments.

Her orgasm struck her as viciously as a punishing hand. Her body went taut as rigor mortis, her legs twisting, toes curling, paws locking on his ass cheeks and squeezing like she planned to wring a glass of juice from them. Her young cunt squeezed and squirted and seemed like it was milking Adrian, and the ram grunted, he moaned, his mouth breaking out of the kiss with a gasp as hungry for air as a diver breaking the surface. Slobber clung to their lips and made them shine. Adrian bleated, "Oh-, god."

He joined her before she settled into her afterglow. He drilled into her and kept drilling, his cock plugging away as it twitched and shot. Tremendous ropes of cum glutted Penny's cunt, filling her in a way again only comparable to horses. The thick white cream overfilled her, running down into Penny's ass crack and over Adrian's fat, throbbing balls. And he kept cumming, the mess incredible, the sheet a lost cause. Adrian had already begun to think about how he would have to toss it in the washing machine. Penny broke him out of his thoughts with gentle kisses on his snout.

"Oh, oh holy [i]fuck,[/i] you fucked me so-o-o good, daddy," crooned Penny, her smile wide, eyes closed. Her arms fell away and she lay slack, her breathing quick but slowing, little chest rising and falling with the cadence of her breaths.

"Good lord," Adrian huffed, speaking more of himself than of his relief and his mess. "I can't believe I just did that."

"Mmm, [i]believe[/i] it, buddy," Penny giggled. "You fucked my brains out."

Adrian straightened. He looked down at the penetration. Semen bubbled out around his cock like broth boiling over the rim of a pan. Sheepishly he pulled back. Already his penis had gone somewhat soft, but Penny still winced as it left her body.

The little girl sighed and folded her arms behind her head. Her posture conveyed utter relaxation. As she caught her breath, Adrian got up. He had to piss again. By the time he came back, Penny was sitting up again, semen drooling from her cunt in thick strands. The sight filled Adrian with ambivalence - shame and pride.

"Adrian, I got a question for ya," the bear said, smiling up at him.

"What is it?" he answered cagily. He looked at his pants but surprised himself by deciding to stay bottomless for the moment.

Penny giggled. She palmed his penis. Adrian winced and said to her, "I'm still sensitive, don't."

"Sorry," the bear said. "Um. Do you fuck guys?"

Adrian blinked. "No. Not really."

"Not really or not at all?" She grinned.

The ram sat beside her. She sidled up to him, nuzzled him, and despite himself he smiled and hugged her.

"It really, [i]really[/i] isn't a thing I do often. Once in college."

"Desperate times," Penny snickered.

Adrian snorted. "I suppose it was like that. Why do you wanna know?"

The bear looked up at him with a surprisingly innocent smile. Adrian made a mental note of how manipulative little girls could be.

"Well, see, there's this sex toy I want and my brother won't buy it for me 'cause he's a bitch. But!" She triumphantly raised a finger. "I bet if I could get him laid with a hunky, smelly ram, he'd do me a favor."

Adrian screwed up his face into a scowl. "You want me to have sex with your brother so he'll buy you a sex toy?" His tone indicated he had never heard such an outrageous idea.

"Well, yeah!" she scoffed. "My brother is, uh, kinda hot I guess. And a total buttslut. He's not gonna fuck you, he'll just sit on your cock. Come on, a hole's a hole, right?"

"Penny," the ram said, and couldn't help but chuckle.

"Come on," the girl cooed, nuzzling with him. "Wouldn't you do anything for your little girl, [i]daddy?"[/i]

"That's emotional blackmail if I've ever heard it," the ram said. "Penny..." He looked at her soft, honey-colored eyes. Finally he huffed and looked away from them. "For you. Fine. I'll do that. But listen to me, I'll have you know I'm doing this because my feelings are being manipulated."

"By a pro," Penny pridefully said. "Hey, you wanna order that pizza?"

Adrian chuckled. He affectionately ruffled the girl's hair. "All right. Yeah. First, get dressed and get these blankets off your bed. We're gonna wash 'em."

"One step ahead of you," Penny said.

Still without pants, the ram called for pizza in the kitchen - Penny's parents had written down her favorite, sausage and mushrooms, on a notepad by the phone - and Penny tossed her blanket and sheet into the washing machine along with a measure of soap. Adrian came to check on her progress and found her walking away from the filling machine.

"Already going," the bear said, smiling.

"You didn't get dressed," Adrian clucked.

Penny nudged his penis. "You either."

Adrian chuckled and sat on the sofa. Penny cuddled up into his lap, her skirted body resting on his. Soon they would dress and wait for the pizza. But not yet. The ram nuzzled and kissed his little girl.