Thomas could tell already that he wasn't going to have a good night. He was breaking his rule and babysitting a child over the age of eight. The younger they were, the more likely they were to be passive, more polite, apt to listen to a stranger - even one as unassertive as this shy red wolf. Penny Mardas, [i]Penelope if you want to suffer,[/i] was exactly ten years old. She was an angel before her parents left, a demon the second they were out of the driveway. Penny wanted this, Penny wanted that, Penny wanted to play M-rated video games. She made him order a pizza, the cost of which well exceeded the twenty dollars Mr. and Mrs. Mardas had left him just for pizza. Ten dollars of it ended up coming out of his own pocket. The extra money went towards cheesy dipping bread and a two-liter bottle of root beer. And then when the pizza came, Penny was a brat about even letting him have some. Thomas did not particularly like sausage and mushroom pizza but he was hungry. She was just as bratty about his attempts to have a piece of cheesy bread. The two-liter bottle of root beer was similarly [i]verboten.[/i] "You look like you could lay off pizza for a while," Penny had said, grinning and looking pointedly at his belly. It reminded Thomas all too much of things dad used to say, things which drove Thomas to move out at eighteen. With some whining, Thomas was able to secure a slice of pizza for himself. As he ate, he distastefully watched Penny play a savagely violent fighting game on the console in the living room. "Do your parents know you play-?" "Nope, this is my brother's stuff," Penny brushed him off. She glanced at him the way a driver glances at a passenger, her eyes barely leaving the screen. "So hey, Tho-o-omas." The wolf's ears splayed back. He hated the sudden shift in her tone; bitchy to imploring. She was about to ask for something. "What is it, Penny?" Still playing, and quite well, Thomas thought, Penny scooted over and simply put her butt in his lap. "Lemme sit on you," she said. "Um-, well, I don't know, you're a little bit-." Thomas was unsure just how he would describe Penny. She was wearing only a ratty old t-shirt which looked like it would have fit her father quite well. It was all the girl was wearing, and he thought it was a real step down from the skirt and tee the girl had been in when he showed up. This was clearly a nightgown for a little girl. "Well I'm a little bit [i]what,[/i] Thomas?" asked Penny, and the edge in her voice could have cut diamond. The wolf winced. "You're not heavy. It's not that." "Of course not. I mean," she giggled, "you sure know heavy, don't ya, Tommy?" Thomas grunted. "Just Thomas, please." "Okay, [i]Just Thomas."[/i] She wriggled her bottom into his lap. Listened to his huff. Eventually she asked, "C'mon, do you even [i]have[/i] a penis? Most guys are popping their seams apart by now." A blush so hot it seemed like embers were in his cheeks warmed Thomas's face. He was stricken on two levels: that Penny had pushed his greatest kink button so effortlessly, and that she was doing it at all. She was a child and he was the adult, even if he didn't feel like it. Didn't adults go to prison for this kind of thing? He bit his lip and could think of no satisfactory reply either for himself or for Penny. She wriggled down harder, exited the game, dropped the controller on the couch. Now she reached back and pawed at Thomas's somewhat doughy flanks. "Come on, not even a wiggle down there? Are you gay?" "I'm not gay," Thomas blurted out. His paws held almost piously to the couch, afraid that if he touched Penny he would irrevocably be a pedophile. "I'm-, I'm hard," he whispered, and shame washed over him. "Oh, god, I'm so hard..." Penny sneered. "Oh, [i]no.[/i] You have a tiny prick, don't you?" Thomas said nothing. His silence convicted him. "Well, fuck. I guess we'll have to make it work." She bounced off of him, turned, pulled up the shirt. Like some cheap evening dress, it came off easily and left her small, brown body utterly naked. Pink nipples aimed straight ahead; the lips of her vulva showed a glint of wetness. "Let's see what I'm stuck with." The wolf looked at her as if she were speaking a dead language. His eyes were a pair of cloudy sapphires. A bump, almost unnoticeable, tented his shorts. "Come [i]on!"[/i] Penny snapped her fingers; Thomas flinched. "Whip it out, come on, let's go!" Thomas was trembling. He nodded earnestly, yes, he could listen - listening, obeying was one of the things he could do without a hitch. He lifted his chubby butt off the couch and pulled down his shorts. Underneath them waited a pair of tighty-whiteys. Penny shrieked with giggles. "Oh, my gawd, you wear those things? Seriously?" She grabbed for them, pulled down their spotless white fabric with brusque fingers. The waistband slid over Thomas's penis without so much as a catch. And as soon as Penny saw it, she sighed and shook her head, deep disappointment radiating from the gesture. "That's [i]sad.[/i] My one babysitter, he's three-and-a-half, but he's a lot shorter than you. It [i]fits[/i] on him. You just look sa-a-ad with that little thingy." The wolf squirmed, whined. A bead of precum emerged from the tip of his small red rocket. The shaft throbbed promisingly and the droplet fell to the carpet, landing noiselessly. "Peh-, Penny, please," he bleated. There was a note of lust in his voice. Hunger, voracious hunger. His eyes studied her with terrible enthusiasm, his mouth salivating as his blue gaze perused her flat chest and taut labia. "Oh, god, Penny." A grin, wide and sharklike, peeled up Penny's petite jowls. She tickled Thomas's chin with a finger, touched his lips, nudged it inside and prodded his tongue. Then she pulled it back and wiped the drool off on his cheek. His eyes remained affixed to her. "You like it when I make fun of your dick," she said in quiet revelation. "I get it." Thomas said nothing. What [i]could[/i] he say? The girl had solved him like a math problem. His snout dropped, resting between his moobs so he looked down at his pudgy gut. Penny lifted his chin and enforced eye contact. She looked incredibly adult in doing so. The wolf believed for one moment that she couldn't be a child. She was too mature for it. "Lick my pussy," she said slowly, paws cupping his ears. She pulled him closer. Bumped his nose into the mound of pubic area. Furry but not hairy, still painfully youthful, it bore a subtle smell of femininity. "Maybe I'll let you put that sad little dick in me after." The wolf wanted to cry. Not in fear or worry, those emotions had burned off like fog under the radiant sun. His tears would have been of exultation, of joy that he had met someone who, regardless of age, knew his place, knew how to use and abuse and control him. "Anything," he cooed, and his long tongue slopped across her mound. "Oh, god, anything for you. I'm your pet. I'll be your pet." Penny tittered girlishly. Her legs slightly parted and she tugged his ears. "Pet, huh? You wanna be my [i]pet.[/i] Well that's a new one." Thomas ate her young cunt. He mouthed the tender folds, licked them, licked between them. Her taste was young and immature, her pussy radically different from any other he had tasted. He had been with women, grown women, and all had their unique taste. Unique stink. Everybody knew the fish joke but there was more to it than that. Penny was unique as well - and he could taste her age. It was wrong, but she was the mistress and he the pet so it was right. His tiny cock twitched and drooled. Its precum ran down its shaft, glazed over its small knot, and finally soaked into the dense fluff of its sheath fur. "Mmm. Lick me-e-e," Penny growled, rocking on her flat feet, pushing her mound into his mouth. Her paws were getting more familiar with his ears, grinding them in chubby little fingers. Despite her age and her lack of pubescence, she grew wet with desire. The liquid was slightly musky and Thomas drank it down, hungry for his young mistress and her perfect body. "Touch me," Penny whispered in a soft, compelling voice. And at once her fat pet obeyed. His paws roamed her legs, fondling, squeezing thighs and buttocks and even lower. Then higher, rubbing her belly, thumbs brushing over her navel then her nipples. Twiddling, tweaking while his tongue lapped and lips mouthed her, penis leaking, a soft whine in his throat. "Good boy, [i]pet,"[/i] Penny said, relishing the phrase, gaining a sneer. "Y'know, I have an even better idea than this. Sit back. Si-i-it back." Thomas eased back into the sofa, sitting on the edge at first, then leaning into the seat. He looked at Penny blushing and nervous, his brow sweaty, penis jutting beneath his gut like a trailer hitch. "Anything you want," he whispered. He added with a gratified shudder in his voice, "Mistress." The girl blushed and laughed. Her paws flew up to her mouth and she giggled, rocking on her heels. "This is we-e-e-ird," she groaned. "But I like it!" "I'm-, I'm so glad you do," the fat wolf said quietly. "What do you want me to do? Anything. Anything, mistress." Penny's mind raced with the possibilities. Yes, it was true she'd been with men who would do anything she wanted. Desmond, her favorite babysitter by far, was pretty much her slave. But Desmond did things with an attitude. Thomas was eager to obey. And she actually liked how fat he was; fatties were cute, their asses tended to be nice and plump. Not to mention the sweat. The bear licked her lips slowly. "Follow me, pet," she ordered. Thomas did follow his young mistress after shedding his clothes in the living room. He followed her into what he thought at first was her bedroom, but upon closer inspection belonged to her brother. It was a rather chaste and simple room with a closet, bed, and a few bookshelves. Penny threw open the closet and pulled out a storage tote big enough that she could have fit in it with ease. She unclasped the lid and bent over as she rifled through its contents. Thomas stared at his young mistress and her upturned, round ass. The glint he caught of her anus sent fresh throbs of desire through his small cock. What he would have given to fuck her in either hole. Even for only a moment, which he believed was all he needed. He would have lasted seconds in such a perfect little girl. The girl stood up holding a medium-sized dildo. Uncircumcised, blue in shade, surface busy with fake veins and base plump with fake balls. Thomas's anus tensed at the sight of the toy and he looked to his mistress uncertainly. "I wanna see this go up your butt," she growled. As if expecting him to balk, she said, "You said anything." Thomas nodded quickly, his cheeks red as beets. "I-I like anal sex sometimes," he admitted. "Anything for you." Penny grinned. There was that rush of power again, positively electrifying. She pointed at the bed. "Lay down, Thomas. Uh, pet." The wolf did lay down. His chubby ass wobbled as he came to rest on the bed which smelled strongly of a bigger, more masculine male. Laying in the smell exhilarated Thomas; his mind raced with thoughts of a big, gay bear hungry for his fat ass. It startled but did not surprise Thomas when Penny pulled apart his ass cheeks. Between them he was swampy and musky. He did not remark as much to her. She was in command and it was his place to be played with and manhandled. Never a pet's place to tell master or mistress what their inhibitions were. "You're musky and nasty," Penny said, a note of lust thick in her voice. Suddenly her nose jabbed into his pink anus. He gasped, tiny prick throbbing against the unfamiliar bed. She smelled him, snorted him, then lapped his anus. Slobbered it. An expression of embarrassed, yet sublime pleasure washed over his features. "Oh-, oh mistress," Thomas crooned, eyes closing. "Ooh, god, yes..." "All guys like being licked," the little girl growled, grinning like a demon. Her snout was slick with sweat. She smelled his slobbery hole then lapped it again, dragged her tongue all through the crack. It occurred to her how absurd it was - her, a girl of ten, thirsty for smelly man-ass when she should be playing with her Barbies. She slobbered her pet's well-slobbered anus again. Smacked her lips on its rim, listened to his moan with a smirk. "Good thing you got such a fat, nice butt. Makes up for that sad, sa-a-ad little peepee of yours." "I'm sorry it disappoints you so much, mistress," Thomas whimpered, but there was no mistaking the gratification in his tone. What he really said was [i]please god more of that please.[/i] Penny knelt, straddling his leg. His fat thigh rubbed her pussy and she ground into it as if it were a saddle. She slipped a paw into his ass crack and dug a finger into his rim. Thomas crooned, toes curling. "Yeah, you [i]better[/i] be sorry," she growled, grinning resplendently. "Why should I even let you stick me with that little thing?" "Why?" Thomas bleakly asked. "Well-, I don't really know why..." She roughly fingered him, stabbing the digit in deep, not going for the prostate. Just fingering. "Better think of a reason, 'cause I might just have you fuck me with this dildo. C'mon, pet, time's running out! Ten, nine, eight..." Thomas whimpered. His cock was throbbing, leaking like mad, and the smells were so good - the male smell, the little girl smell, the smell of pussy still on his "...seven, six, five..." lips, musky and nasty and wet. Thomas's mind was a blank, but that wasn't really true. Penny, his new mistress, she was everywhere in his thoughts and left him no room to think. And that finger, jabbing into him, it felt so good because it was hers and "...four, three, two-o-o..." Thomas knew he was a pedophile. He bit his lip. Whined. As Penny reached one - which she would have dragged out with fractions - the wolf wailed as if pleading for his life, "Because I need it, mistress!" The little girl snickered. "You need it, huh? That's your reason, [i]little[/i] wolf?" "God, yes, I need it," Thomas affirmed. And he didn't beg. Begging was not what pets did. He made his case. Now he deferred to the wisdom of his youthful succubus of a mistress. Penny hummed in thought, and still fingered Thomas. She glanced at the toy. At his fat ass. She pulled back her fingers, picked up the toy, and thought - not without some disgust - at how many times it had been up her brother's ass. And up her pussy, without his knowledge. She shrugged and tossed it like a basketball during a free throw, and it thudded into the tote. "Yes!" Penny hissed. The wolf waited, blushing, leaking. "All right. All ri-i-ight, fine, I guess that's a good reason," she huffed. She nudged him, got him out of the bed where he stood and stared at her, his somewhat pear-shaped body desirable to her. She laid in the warm indentation he had left and gazed at his penis. It was cute, she supposed. "Okay. Fuck me, pet." She rolled onto her back, parted her legs wide like the wings of a butterfly, then parted the lips of her vulva to him. The musky pink glinted in the mellow incandescent glow of her brother's lamp. As Thomas climbed over her, his breathing thick with lust, Penny warned him, "You better make me cum." "I'll try. I'll try so hard, mistress," said Thomas, his voice heavy with gratification. He touched his small penis to her young pussy, brushed it on the tan lips with a moan. Promisingly, Penny huffed to him. He entered into Penny easily, smoothly. She was wet and so was he. Her vagina was like slippery velvet, gripping but not halting him. His knot bumped her pussy's lips and he looked to her eyes for guidance. "Uh-huh," she assured him, brushing his face, stroking over his hair. She kissed him with lips which smelled of anal musk and sour sweat. Thomas kissed back desperately, his tongue brushing Penny's lips. Penny's tongue invaded his mouth and his knot invaded Penny's pussy. Both wolf and bear crooned, going tight together. Then the thrusting began, jerky and hasty. The girl was unbearably tight and hot and perfect. The perfect mistress - a girl of only ten. It seemed insane to him but it was true. "Mistress," Thomas bleated into the kiss. "Good boy, good pet," Penny whispered alongside the kiss, words muddied but discernible. "Gimme that little dick. Fuck me. Tiny dick. Tiny fucking dick." "Tiny," Thomas concurred, voice quavering. He fucked her, pounded her as much as one could pound with four inches. His knot socked into her again and again, embarrassingly easy to achieve. His fat joggled and wobbled in his gut and thighs and ass. A fresh coating of sweat oozed through his fur and his breathing grew especially labored, the soft wheeze of a fatty's exertion. But Thomas was not exhausted, not nearly so. He was still a good wolf who could perform, he was just a little soft. "Mm, you're not-, not gonna-," Penny murmured, fragments of teasing words catching like fishbones in her throat. She pawed all over him, writhing, whimpering in ecstasy. Tightening, clenching, vaginal juices basting Thomas's small cock. "Not gonna make me cum," she managed to squeak out, "b-but keep trying, keep try-, ooh." Penny's orgasm was obvious but Thomas appreciated the effort she made to humiliate him. He kept fucking her, plowing her tightening channel. A wet splattering noise came through the sex as he fucked her squirting passage. He nuzzled with her, whispering to her, "Mistress, I'm sorry, I'm so so [i]so[/i] sorry that it's so small, but it's-, it's-!" Thomas grimaced, whimpered. He pushed into her, gave her everything his fat, laboring body had to give. Knotted cock plugging and unplugging her, sticking and unsticking her. Fucking her damn hard for a ten year old, experienced little slut or not. Her paws groped at his flabby body, pushing on his moobs, gripping his flanks, shoving as if trying to keep him away but her fingers dug in, held him possessively. The wolf pushed into her a few more times and he buckled, grunting, against the bear and her brother's bed. Sweat rolled off of him and the smell of his body odor began to overwhelm his smears of deodorant. He came hard - for someone so small, of course. The spurts were small but earnest. Penny huffed into his ear. Nibbled on it. She said quietly, placidly, "Good pet. Good pet. You-," she huffed, "you did your best with that," a giggle, "pathetic, sad little cock." Thomas's breathing gradually slowed but remained labored. He felt as if he'd run a marathon. It was a good kind of exhaustion, though. He nuzzled into Penny's face and kissed her cheek. "Thank you," he whispered. "Thank you, mistress."