Penny didn't look up from her 3DS when the car stopped. Her brother said, "We're here. Get out."

The little bear groaned and turned off her game. She left it in the seat when she got out. "This is stupid," she groused. "I coulda stayed home!"

Her brother unlocked the doors. He thought [i]and goddamn, would I have loved to leave you there.[/i] What he said out loud was, "You're ten years old." Quietly, "I don't care how many dicks you can fit in your mouth at once, that doesn't make you an adult. So you're stuck with me, and you're gonna be good."

She grinned spitefully. "Or else what? Huh? You gonna spank me, Eric?"

Eric loved his little sister. He did not love what a relentless whore she was and believed she was going to get herself in big trouble at some point, but it was impossible to stop her from acting on her impulses. He did, however, possess a capacity for hatred which existed in all siblings and he knew how to press her buttons just like she knew how to press his.

"No, because I know you probably like that kind of shit," he said. A grin now, savage and toothy. It was an expression Penny herself could pull with ease. "I'd just make sure you get a new babysitter, one who's about fifty years old and likes knitting. See you fuck [i]that."[/i]

Penny grunted, blushed, scowled. "You're a jerk. You wouldn't do that," she impotently said. "But fine, you win."

The little girl followed her brother up to the office in a sulk. Penny loved to bounce and dance and be a little girl, but not right now. Now she was upset and she made sure her brother knew about it. He asked her when they passed the vending machines if she wanted a drink. "No," she hissed. "I don't want anything."

[i]Maybe you want a swift kick in the ass?[/i] Eric thought and barely suppressed a grin. He stepped up the counter and started to chat with the dog on the other side.

Penny moved quietly around the cramped, hot waiting room while her brother talked about the appointment he'd set up. His car needed an oil change and a few other checks under the hood. Penny could have hooked her brother up with some handy guys if he'd bothered to ask her. Since he never bought her anything and stole the men she fucked, she didn't care if he got bent over at the register now.

The girl sat down in a stiff wooden chair and pawed through the magazines on the table. Car magazines, all boring crap to her. She found a misplaced [i]Hustler[/i] magazine. The bear smiled impishly as she flicked through its pages. Women with flawless bodies were being fucked by handsome men. Cum dribbled off their faces and painted their bellies. That was no fun. Penny liked when the men came inside. Penny shuffled the Hustler back into the magazines, not wanting to spoil the fun for the next person to look through the stack.

Her brother glanced over at her, the dog following his gaze. Then they went back to talking, Eric occasionally raising his voice somewhat over presumed outrages concerning the price of the services. The little girl rubbed her bare, scuffed knees and peered all around the office. Her eye fell on the [i]Employees Only[/i] door nearby. It was ajar, propped open with a dusty old boot to eliminate the hassle of unlocking it every time someone needed to go through. Penny smiled wryly. Mischief and exploration, not necessarily in that order, always proved to be fun.

The little girl got up and wandered over to the door. Next to it was the restroom door. She put her paw on the knob, looked over at her brother, saw his attention was locked on the dog. In a quick move, she opened the bathroom door and shoved it open then slipped through the Employees Only door into the workshop. When the dog looked over, he saw only the bathroom door snicking closed and went back to regarding Eric with tired annoyance. Why did they always have to argue? It was the price of not knowing how to repair your own car as far as he was concerned.

Penny kept to the shadows in the workshop. She felt like a ninja and pretended that was just what she was. Moving from one obscure shadow to the next, every step one of care, she believed that she was a warrior of the night - or maybe she was like Batman now instead of a ninja. Or was Batman actually a ninja?

She slipped around a van with one of its wheels off. She peeked around its bumper, looking one way and then the other, keeping a careful watch out for enemies. She happened to see one, and only one. He was a black jackal dressed in grease-streaked coveralls. Sweat gleamed on his brow and he held a crusty old brake rotor in his paws. He failed to notice the bear and passed right by her on his way to a work bench.

Penny followed him at a distance of a few feet. Her sneakers were mostly quiet on the cement floor. She thought as she caught up to the jackal, [i]the best ninja the world has ever seen![/i] And then the jackal turned around unexpectedly. His eyes fell on Penny and he stared at her, unblinking.

"Um, hi!" Penny said, grinning in the embarrassed manner of a little girl. Her paws clasped behind her back. "Ummm... I, uh, was looking for the-, the toilet."

The jackal was silent. He began to smirk.

"The toilet, you know? I gotta pee," Penny muttered, losing her grin. "Come o-o-on, mister, don't tell my brother I was back here, please," she whined suddenly.

It made the worker laugh. The sound was good-natured. "All right, all right. I ain't gonna narc on you, kid, but you gotta get your little ass out to the office real quick. I assume you're Eric's kid?"

"Kid!" Penny scoffed. "I'm his sister. Gross. Eric's way too much of a dork to be a dad."

"Not a very nice way to talk about your brother," the jackal said, but he lowered his voice to add, "He's kind of a dork though, yessum."

Penny giggled. She moved closer. "You know my brother?"

"Used to go to school with 'em. He always was worried about that rice-burner of his." He saw the confusion on Penny's face and said, "Ah, don't worry about that." As he turned back to the bench, he said, "Uh, so, I don't blame you wantin' to scoot away from him. You can stay back here if you wanna. Just don't touch nothin' looks important, kid."

"Nothin' looks important," she murmured, putting her paws up on the workbench. "Hey, mister, what's your name? I'm Penny."

The jackal looked down at her and smiled. "Penny, that's cute. I'm Dusty." He stuck out a greasy paw and Penny shook it, smiling and blushing. "Hey, that shirt," he snickered, getting a good look at it. [i]"Kocaine Kahnso,[/i] ain't he awful raunchy for a little girl like you? Shit, why's he even got shirts in your size?"

"I like his music and he's dreamy," Penny said defensively, folded her arms over her shirt. "Don't you like his music? Everyone does!"

Dusty shrugged. "Little too noisy for me. You oughta listen to some country, kid, might like that. Maybe."

[i]Country is for dorks,[/i] Penny thought. Dusty was pretty handsome and seemed cool so far. She didn't want to call him a dork. "So-o-o Dusty... you fix cars?"

"Yes, I do," the jackal answered. "Ah, hell. Looks like this rotor's toast. Gonna have to replace the whole god-, goshdarn thing."

Penny grinned. "Goshdarn, huh? What a silly fuckin' thing to say."

"Foul mouth you got, kid," Dusty replied, smiling tightly. "Shit... you talk like a trucker, wearin' a shirt like that, and it looks like them shorts of yours are just about painted on. You ain't exactly a normal little girl, are you, Penny?"

The girl clambered up onto the bench, parking her butt on its surface. With a smile on her face as innocent as fluffy white snow, she pulled up her shirt and showed Dusty the buds of her breasts. Brown nipples soft in the heat greeted his stare. She asked, "You like to fuck little girls, mister Dusty?"

Dusty huffed. He looked around, then back at Penny's tits. No - tits was wrong, these were hardly even mosquito bites, but the intent behind them was what riled him up. He leaned in and slurped a nipple. It stiffened and Penny cooed, rocking back on her round butt. "You [i]do,"[/i] she said, smiling slyly. "Gawd... I meet so many guys who don't even hesitate. Honestly, I kinda prefer the ones who do. But you're okay. What do you wanna do?"

The jackal suddenly picked Penny up, an arm under her butt and its twin around her back. Her shirt was still pulled up so her bare chest rested on his coveralls. He carted her into the employee bathroom, a tiny cell with a toilet and a flimsy door. There was no roof; it was open to the rest of the shop above. There wasn't even a holder for the toilet paper, just a naked roll sitting on top of the sweaty tank. Dusty dropped the lid and sat Penny on the pot.

"Can I fuck you? Can I?" the jackal asked, keeping his voice low as he hurriedly undressed. The coveralls came off and his musky scent filled the stall. He had the stench of a hard-working man whose sweat stayed bottled up in his uniform. Sweat soaked through his wife beater, his armpits rank. And as he lowered his jeans, it came to light that his crotch had a powerful smell too.

"Yeah, you can fu-u-uck the shit out of me," Penny crooned, legs swinging over the edge of the toilet. "You smell nasty, though."

"I'm a nasty jackal and you're a nasty little girl. Seems like we're a pretty good match," Dusty tartly said. "You gonna get naked?" he asked, his redneck accent turning the word into [i]nekkid.[/i]

"Yeah, mhm," Penny agreed, and unbuttoned her shorts. Dusty watched with a hard-on in his boxers and a hitch in his breath as the girl's shorts slid down. No panties, just the delicate split of cuntlips and a mound too immature to grow pubes yet. Dusty knelt quickly in front of the toilet. He pushed his snout between her thighs, inhaled the smell of her young box, shuddered as a shot of prepubescent musk lanced his brain like he'd been spearfished.

"Oh, holy fuck," he breathed into her loins. "Oh my god, you smell-, goddamn."

[i]You're smelling a little girl,[/i] his atrophied conscience warned him. [i]All those horses on the farm and those men you fuck every weekend, maybe He would've forgiven that, but this is it, buddy. You're definitely going to Hell for this one.[/i]

Dusty didn't care about eternal damnation when there was an opportunity like this in front of him. He smelled her again and then pulled on her hips. He canted her back, brought her pink anus into view, buried his sniffer in its bud. Another deep snuffle and he was done. He wanted the little girl and that was that.

"Are you smelling my butthole?" Penny asked, giggling. "Gro-o-oss. I've had other boys do that. I just lick buttholes, I don't smell them."

The jackal's eyes glinted like chocolate diamonds when he heard her speak. He had the face of a man whose lotto numbers had just come up. "You eat ass?" he asked in a tiny voice, lips moving against her vulva.

"Oh yeah," Penny replied, grin big and toothy. Her legs swayed, heels bopping the toilet. "I didn't at first, but man, butt is tasty. Almost as good as cock."

"I'm gonna kidnap you," Dusty said with a choked laugh. "Oh, god damn. Where the fuck do I begin?"

Penny reached down and made the choice for him. Her fingers spread the lips of her cunt, bared vibrant pink as if she were a flower offering its bud. "With your tongue, silly. And I like it deep. The bar's really high for cunnil-, cunny-, ugh."

"Cunnilingus," said Dusty with a smirk. "But you and me, we can just call it what it is: snackin' on pussy." Dusty went right to snacking, slopping his big jackal tongue up through her cuntlips. Pink dragged on pink, girly wetness exchanged for slobber. Penny tasted like she looked - young - but there was a hint of adult to her. She had the taste of a girl for whom puberty lurked just around the bend, but for the moment she was safe from its aching bones and pimples and weird smells.

The girl's free paw stroked around Dusty's crown, pawing over a smooth head and pert ears inlaid with plastic hoops. Penny had an urge to stick her fingers through the hoops like she did with Eric's key ring or olives at Thanksgiving, but she resisted it. She said, "Cool piercings, Dusty... I wanna get some too."

Dusty took over spreading the lips of her cunt. It added to the cunnilingus, having to part her himself with that peace sign gesture to bare the sweet pink inside. His tongue dug into her vagina proper, prodding and stroking up the bevel of its entrance. As he did so, Penny gasped and pressed back into the toilet tank. Her legs sprayed, one sneaker bumping the flimsy stall. "Oohmigawd," she whimpered, and bit down on her lip. "Mmh, gawd. Gawddamn."

"You like that, you goddamn [i]love[/i] that," Dusty snarled, but quietly. He spoke into her cunt as if he were spitting his dirty talk into a phone's mouthpiece. "I never had a little girl before. Am I doin' good?"

"Fuck, you're doing [i]so[/i] good," she whined, and then giggled. It had an airy, giddy sound. "Gawd, Dusty."

Dusty reached up, stroked over her chest through the shirt. Her nipples were stiff and he felt one through a silkscreen letter. He growled, "Yeah, honey - you with some nice barbells through these little nips of yours. That'd be good on you."

Penny tugged up her shirt. "You think so? My babysitter says he loves just licking them. I think they're fine the way they are..."

"Up to you," Dusty said with a wink. "That's just my opinion, kid." Dusty went back to the box, his tongue prodding into the girl. He dragged his tongue over luscious pink and pulled it over her clitoris and its hood. "You squirt? You squirt when you cum, Penny?"

The bear looked away. Her cheeks were almost glowing. "So-o-ometimes I do... it's not pee, I swear."

"Pee's good," Dusty said without hesitation. He was already a pedophile - how much more depraved was some watersports? "Did you really have to pee or was that just bullshit?"

Her eyes snapped to his. She let go of her shirt and bopped him on the head. "Gross, you want to drink my pee! Why do so many guys like that? I tried it and it's-," she stuck her tongue out, face screwing up into utter repugnance, [i]"blech!"[/i]

Dusty laughed. "It's one of those acquired tastes. You want [i]blech?[/i] French people eat snails, try that on for size."

"Oh my [i]god,[/i] that's gross," Penny said, and started to giggle. She remembered where she was, what she was doing, and clapped a paw over her muzzle. She tried to think about unfunny things. Trouble is, everything is funny to a ten-year-old.

"Yeah, so don't go telling me pee is [i]that[/i] nasty, ya little brat," the jackal said, sneering at her. Dusty had a pretty good sneer, almost as good as Penny's when she was particularly lustful. "So you gonna wet my whistle or what, kid?"

Penny wrangled her laughter back to little hitches and hoots before too much longer. She petted over Dusty's head, ruffling up short fur which had no real grain to speak of. "All ri-i-ight, I guess, if you really wanna be that weird... weird, weird grown-ups. I get the weirdest ones."

Dusty smooched her young mound. There was some confidence in the way he smooched and licked her now. "You're gettin' guys who'll plow a little girl. Pretty much starting at weird."

The girl grinned as she mulled over the thought. "Guess you got a point! Doesn't make you any less of a weirdo, though." Her paws closed around his ears and she fingered the piercings, again suffering that strong urge to slip her fingers through them. She didn't do it, but she did grasp his ears and pulled him closer to her muff until his lips were, as she gauged it, close enough.

"Mm, that's good, go for it," the jackal muttered, then opened his jaws, teeth glinting like so many knives, making him look like a werewolf about to take a chomp of flesh from the supple girl. His sticky dark lips wrapped around her vulva, tongue pressing past the lips against the mild bevel of the vagina. It was flat beneath her little piss slit like a carpet waiting for an esteemed guest.

"So weird," Penny said almost silently, and then began to piss, the stream coming on slow but building up fast. Its color was dark, the girl poorly hydrated, preferring Mountain Dew to water. Its flavor was as strong as some men Dusty drank with and the sting of it shocked him but it thrilled him too, made his prick even stiffer under his grubby work jeans. He guzzled down her piss, not minding the droplets that escaped out the sides. Dusty was a man who never sweated the details. In this case, all he worried about was the main line of that strong golden stream.

Penny let out a long sigh, almost as long as the urination itself, and eased further back on the toilet. The tank was cold as a block of ice and she found it pleasant to rest on. "You're a [i]wei-i-ird[/i] doggy, Dusty," the girl said, smirking down at him, but her evil expression was just a thin mask over a look of sublime relief.

Her stream began to taper off and Dusty lapped at it, slopping his tongue into the acrid gold to taste her most potent offerings. Dusty knew from years of degenerate experience that the last of the piss was the most rotten of it all, that being where the body's toxins were kept like the sludge at the bottom of a tank. Penny's flavor there was especially rank, the potency making Dusty shudder like a good hit of cocaine usually did.

The stream wilted off into nothing but Dusty was there to suck it down. He licked over her piss slit, saving her the trouble of blotting clean. When the girl was done and the cleaning concluded, he slathered her young cunt in general, just slopping his tongue over its light brown lips again and again like an angry painter slapping paint down. His tail wagged, fanning a scent of anal musk which he often had in revolting abundance.

Penny took notice of his smell, grinned, patted his head. "Is that your butthole? I can smell it, it's like a-, it smells funny."

"It's my [i]stank,[/i] kid," Dusty proudly claimed and grinned up at her, gleaming knives on full display. "You got a stank too. It's just not as good yet. You'll get there, kid, you'll definitely get there."

"Yuck, I hope not," Penny giggled. "I'd never wanna smell like you."

"Fuck you, kid." Another grin.

She smiled. "In a sec. I want to suck your dick first." Penny slid forward to the edge of the toilet and tugged on Dusty's ears. "So get u-u-up. And get it out!"

Dusty swatted away her paws, chuckling. He said as he rose, "Fuckin' greedy brat. Isn't it enough I drank your pee?"

"Nuh-uh," Penny said, watching with paws clasped before her loins as Dusty opened up his greasy jeans. He let them fall down and Penny grabbed him through his boxers, cooing as she did, "Wow, it's so big!"

It wasn't Penny's immature size making Dusty seem big; the jackal was hung and his prick tented his boxers almost to the edge of their elasticity. A smear of precum darkened the light green fabric to a jade hue. The smell of sweaty crotch and anal musk from the back proved to be even thicker at this level of undress. Penny's young nose wrinkled as she drew in close to the clothed meat. "Gawd... do you shower?"

"Once a day," Dusty lied. The real figure was something like once a week, but even he had his moments of shame. The rankness Penny was tasting with her nostrils was only two days old, however. "Got me a good stank, kid. So you gonna suck that dick?"

The bear nuzzled into Dusty's covered cock. She cooed at the warmth. Even the repugnant smell was growing on her. "Yeah," she sighed, sounding dreamy - like a girl in love. "Oh, [i]man,[/i] your cock is huge... my babysitter's is like, three inches."

"Poor guy," Dusty laughed. "Yeah, honey, no problem with that shit here. I measured that sucker a month ago. 'Bout nine inches of jackal prick coming your way."

Penny's tongue dragged hungrily over her lips. She jerked down the jackal's boxers and gazed wide-eyed at the meat beneath them, that fat red rocket and the big, sweaty balls underneath it. "Ho-lee-shit," she breathed, touching her broad nose to the tip. "God, it's big..."

"Sounding a little afraid there," Dusty chuckled, running a paw through Penny's curly brown hair. "You getting cold feet on me?"

"No, um-, no," Penny answered immediately, but not in a way which filled Dusty with confidence. Her fingers curled around the shaft, stroking down to the knot. If the rest of the shaft was intimidating, the knot was terrifying. Penny had never been knotted and her pussy ached just from looking at Dusty's knot. "Actually, kind of," she murmured, meeting his eyes sheepishly.

Dusty smiled sadly. "Ye-a-a-ah, I thought maybe I was a lil' too big for you," the jackal admitted. "But I bet you and me can still have some fun, sweetie."

Penny cracked a grin. She kissed Dusty's cock and dragged her tongue over the pointed tip. Thick precum smeared across the surface of her tongue, delivered its bitter and vaguely metallic flavor into her buds. "Yeah, we sure can," she huffed, stroking up and down the shaft with greedy paws. "It's too bad, I bet this thingy feels amazing." She emphasized what thingy she meant when she groped his knot. "Isn't it a doggy thing?"

"Jackal," Dusty said with a hint of defensiveness, but he was grinning at her. "But, um, not just jackals. It's a canine thing. Dogs, foxes, you know."

"My babysitter's a fox and he doesn't-."

"Certain guys," Dusty added quickly, and shrugged. "I ain't no DNA expert, kid. Just play with my dick, would you?"

The bear tittered. "Oh, sure... now I can tell the police you made me do it." Her grin was short-lived but so malevolent that Dusty's heart sped up. Then the girl went to work, taking in what she could handle in her tight young mouth. Four, almost five inches fit nicely in her maw. Her tongue slobbered the underside, slathering outside of her mouth on a few extra inches. In four-legged times, her tongue would have let her plunge deep into honeycombs; as a two-legged slut it let her work a dick like no other creature on Earth.

Dusty stroked over the girl's ears and through her hair. His tail wagged, fanning around his noisome anal musk. "Shit, yeah," he breathed to nobody, his eyes drifting shut. "Good girl, kid."

So did Penny's honey-hued eyes close. One paw diverted to her loins where she teased herself, played with pussylips still wet with jackal slobber. The other remained on Dusty, palmed his knot, rubbed his balls. Penny had a horse friend and he was much bigger than Dusty, but the bear liked the unique shape of the jackal's penis and his sweat. As she drank in more musk and swallowed his precum, she found herself liking his so-called stank as well.

"Christ, girl. You suck a mean dick."

Penny's cheeks were warm and a smile twisted up the corners of her mouth. She knew already that she was good at blowjobs, but extra praise never hurt. She pulled back leisurely and then ran her lips down the side of Dusty's prick, sticky jowls dragging all the way to the knot. She kissed the bulb on its side and nosed further down, putting her nostrils against the slack orifice of the sheath. The stench inside caused her to recoil, nostrils flaring, but after a second to steel herself she pressed back in and huffed the sheath.

A powerful, adult stink assailed her nose. She was too young to know how exactly to take it but it made her shiver the way a lick across her nipples often would. She fingered his sheath, holding it open, touching the wet pink flesh inside of it. Her tongue slid between the root of his penis and the flesh of his sheath wall. A taste of pure musk, salty and somewhat earthy covered her tongue. As she pulled back, shivering, she growled, "Your dick-tube thing. It smells weird. I kinda like it."

"Sheath. Learn the terminology if you're gonna lick it," Dusty said with a smirk. "Girl, if you're gonna smell shit, why don't you [i]actually[/i] smell shit?"

Penny stared at him, seemed offended, and then started to giggle. "That's fucking [i]gross!"[/i]

Dusty snickered and ruffled her hair in a friendly gesture. "Yeah, it's gross. I'm joking, but you ought to give snorting ass a shot." He patted a cheek and winked at her. "C'mon, kid, you're already pretty fuckin' nasty. Go for my shitbox. Give it a kiss."

[i]"Gro-o-oss.[/i] I'll lick your butthole if you quit saying shit like, well, [i]shit!"[/i] Penny said, pouting a little bit. "That's just [i]gross."[/i]

The jackal turned around and whacked her face with his tail. Its fur was oil-streaked and the girl shrieked, swatting it away as if it were a spider. "Jerk!"

"I sure am," Dusty agreed, a big smile on his face. He pulled apart the cheeks of his ass and exposed Penny to the brunt of his anal musk. It wafted into her face, hot and nasty and thick. His pucker winked and wrinkled at her, the jackal clenching it for effect. "How ya like my asshole? Cute, isn't it?"

Penny strongly considered telling him to stop but there was something alluring in the scent, something her immature senses were only just beginning to understand. She leaned forward, closed the small gap between her snout and Dusty's buttocks. Tentatively her paws touched the jackal's cheeks. "This is [i]nasty[/i] and if anyone catches us, I'm saying you forced me to do it."

"Way to kill a boner," Dusty muttered, but the threat had the opposite effect on him. He had the general idea that she was teasing, but supposing she wasn't was sexy in its own right. Being busted jerking off was one thing; being busted with a preteen sucking the sweat off your shitcutter was another thing entirely. That was the kind of act that ended lives in a hurry. "Get in there and do your thing, kid."

As if she were about to dive underwater, Penny sucked in a breath and shoved her face into the jackal's ass crack. Even with her lungs filled to capacity, Dusty's musk infiltrated her nose and its potency overwhelmed her. She exhaled sharply and coughed, almost gagged, but got herself under control. Dusty's smell put tears in her eyes with its vulgar ripeness. She clenched the lids down but droplets squeezed free.

"Too much for you?" Dusty asked with some pride in his voice. "I'm a pretty stanky jackal, I know."

"Oh-, oh gawd," Penny blurted, pulling her nose back. The musk clung to her nostrils inside and out. She wiped her nose on the back of her arm and shuddered. "You're so smelly!"

There was no coercion involved when Penny went back in. Her nose ground into the sweaty, smelly ring and a fresh puff of musk was unleashed for her. She inhaled it immediately and felt a very strange, somewhat ill feeling down in her belly. It went further than her stomach, sparking something fluttery all the way down to her loins. Was this why boys liked to smell her? She couldn't understand it, not yet.

Although her eyes were watering badly, Penny didn't need them to know where she was and what she was doing. She snorted off of Dusty's anus and fought back the urge to cough. She had no way of knowing, but her technique was that of a pot smoker. She filled her lungs and exhaled only when she couldn't hold it anymore - ideally without coughing.

A slickness began on her cuntlips. Snuffling Dusty was both repugnant and incredibly arousing to the girl. She licked over his asshole - rimming was at least familiar to her - but the jackal's musk was inescapable and now she was tasting it. The flavor was no different from the smell; earthy and tart, something she would never be able to adequately explain.

"That's it. There you go, kid," Dusty said sweetly, beginning to masturbate. His paw glided with ease on his long, strong dogcock. Precum and saliva marbled its surface. His anus wrinkled against Penny's dragging tongue as if smooching it. "You don't have to keep sniffin' me, honey. You can just lick that butthole."

Penny figured that was the case but she wanted to smell Dusty. It was horrible but good,and suddenly she understood the term [i]acquired taste[/i] which her father used on her the first and only time he let her sneak a sip of beer. The look on her face then - wrinkled and teary as if she had bitten into a lemon - was similar to the look on her face now.

Penny alternated slobbering slurps with deep hits. Her young body trembled in response to the smell and flavor of the hardworking jackal. More men should smell like this, she decided. She needed more guys in her life who worked their asses off, not just prettyboys who had cushy jobs. She dragged her broad tongue over the back of Dusty's balls [i](oh god they're so fucking big they stink so much it's so fucking good)[/i] and through the split of his ass crack. His anus was lingered upon and then she kissed it, one smooch becoming another. Her tongue prodded the ring, started to open up the tight pink muscle.

Dusty expected a rimjob - not to have his sphincter smooched like a lover's eager maw. A dreamy grin spread across his face and he crooned for her, speaking no words but that primal lustful language. His masturbation produced a constant, wet smacking sound.

The girl reached down and stabbed two fingers up into her young cunt. She wanted Dusty's dick in there but she knew she had limits; might not kill her, definitely hurt too much to be fun. Her fingers did a better job anyway. The tips knew just how to curl to hit the g-spot, as her babysitter called it, something he could hit with his tongue and usually his little cock. Her toes curled as she viciously masturbated. Her tongue was beginning to work its way into Dusty's anus, smelly anal flesh parting to permit her slick oral muscle. The musk grew stronger and fresher as she got her tongue deeper into him.

"Oh man, fuck," Dusty whined and whimpered, tail wagging back and forth above the girl's bobbing head. "I'm gonna nut, I'm gonna fuckin' nut so hard if you keep that up, girl."

Penny wanted him to cum - but on her. She would stop soon, yes, and she would turn him around. Her paws would work him to completion and she would aim that big jackal rocket ship down at her smooth chest and even her pussy. He would spackle her with that thick baby gravy of his. She thought about the cum now, soupy and salty and so totally naughty. Girls her age were supposed to play with dolls, not cum.

The door swung in and barely missed Dusty's face in the cramped stall. He looked up, heart leaping into his chest. He thought with grim finality [i]this is it, going to prison, life's over, pedo's gonna get stomped to death behind bars.[/i]

It was Eric. He had to piss, something he was about to bring up in apology when he saw the compromising position of the jackal and the familiar whore who now peered around his hip, muzzle gleaming with sweat, teeth showing in a nervous grin.

"Christ's sake, Penny," Eric grunted. "I thought you were in the other bathroom!"

Penny's paws played with Dusty's legs. She didn't realize she was doing it. "Um, oops, I got lost," she said, a verbal shrug if there ever was one.

The muscular bear closed his eyes, rubbed his temples, sighed. "Get your goddamn clothes on and get out."

Dusty watched her dress up, cock still out and losing its stiffness. Terror had a way of doing that to a guy. She was smiling, however, and she pulled him down for a smooch. His stink was mighty on her lips. "Seeya, Dusty. I like your," a grin, "shitcutter."

"Out!" Eric snapped, exasperation putting a razor edge in his voice. When Penny was gone, he shut the door and turned on Dusty.

The jackal didn't doubt that he could beat up Eric. The bear had a reputation for being a faggot and a bullying victim at that. This was a very understandable, adult fear he felt: Eric could now destroy his life if he wanted to.

"What's it gonna be, Eric?" Dusty asked, sounding defeated. "You gonna bust me?"

The bear brushed past Dusty. "Stay put," he muttered. He opened up his fly, pulled out his uncut cock, pissed into the toilet. Dusty would have loved to watch under other circumstances. Prison on his mind like a plague, he stayed respectfully quiet.

"All right," Eric said, shaking off then flushing. He wheeled on Dusty, his eyes - a darker shade than Penny's, like browned honey - glowering at the jackal. "You fuck guys?"

Some relief entered Dusty's expression. He managed a smile. "Yeah, I do."

Eric let his pants fall, slid down his boxers, turned to put his paws on the toilet tank. His stubby tail wriggled above his ass. It was nowhere near as taut as the rest of his body, instead quite round and fat. "So fuck me, then, or I'm telling on you."

"Aw, no, anythin' but that," Dusty snickered, his relief complete now. "Ya' want the knot or not?"

"Duh," Eric snapped. "Hurry up and fucking do it, would you?"

As Eric got what Penny couldn't, the little girl moseyed out into the workshop and saw her brother's car parked over one of the lifts. Another worker had taken Dusty's place, this one a dragon with a green hide and no coveralls on his body. His white beater was smeared from top to bottom with engine grease. The stuff streaked his dragon hide like war paint.

"Hey, mister," Penny said, smiling as he turned to look at her. His red, wicked eyes scanned her up and down. "'Cha doin'? This is my brother's car."

"New brakes," the dragon said, eyeing her still. "Hey, you can't be back here. Come on, this way."

Penny let herself be led as far as the tool chest in the middle of the workshop. Then she grabbed his long, tapered tail and gave it a gentle tug to stop him. As he turned around, expression severe, she pulled up her shirt and giggled. "Do you like little girls, mister dragon?"

The dragon's expression changed in an instant. He needed only a second to think it over. He picked her up and carried her to the other side of the shop, past the racks of new and old tires. Dusty may not have been able to fuck her. The dragon, with his musky asshole and greasy, uncircumcised cock finished what the jackal started.