"You're really good at this," the arctic fox said, a huff in his voice. He was smiling, losing gracefully. "But you don't have to work, either. You just play all day."

"I do homework," replied the little girl, grinning. "And I don't [i]just[/i] play video games. I dance too!"

The fox chuckled. He set down the controller, picked up his paper plate from the coffee table, and had a bite of his lukewarm pizza. "You dance, huh? You do ballet?"

"Na-a-ah," scoffed the bear. "I do [i]real[/i] dancing." She tossed down her controller on the couch and bounced off the couch. The fox expected her to start busting her moves. Instead she darted into the kitchen and came back with a can of root beer from the fridge.

The fox licked his lips. "Hey, could I have one of those?"

She grinned at him. Tossed him the can. When he fumbled and caught it, she giggled and said, "Su-u-ure, Matty-Matt."

"Just Matt, Penny-pen," Matt dryly replied.

Penny got herself another root beer. They went back to their game and pizza, the little girl taking all but one match for herself. And during that match, the girl was juggling the game and the consumption of her fourth piece of pizza.

Matt put down the controller and said again, "You're really good at this." He was frowning this time. "I need a sec. Where's the, uh-?"

The bear grinned. Her expression for that instant was that of an adult, leering and judgmental well beyond the teasing to be expected of a ten-year-old girl.

"You need to tinkle, huh?" she giggled. "I'll show you." Down went her controller again. She lunged off the couch and bopped into the hallway, moving to an inaudible beat, fingers dragging on the walls and tapping on the door jambs. She pushed open the doorway in the middle of the hall and said, "Here you go-o-o."

The tall, stout fox nodded. "Thanks." Inside he went, then he moved to shut the door at his back. Penny held it open. The fox looked back, his stare vacant. "What? What's wrong?"

The adult look came again. Less leering, more... seductive. Matt had seen bedroom eyes before. The look on Penny's face made him feel like a slab of meat on display. His body seemed to chill.

"I wanna watch," Penny said. Her three simple words made Matt feel like his brain had been reset.

[i]No way she said that. I misheard.[/i]

"Excuse me," the fox said, pushing the door again.

Penny struggled a bit but kept it open, her grin wide and toothy. She pushed her little body through the gap and flipped up the lid on the pot. "Come on. I like watching." Her paws groped his crotch. Matt whined and backpedaled. The small of his back struck the toilet paper holder sharply. He yelped and his paws flew to what was quickly becoming a bruise. With her resistance out of the way, Penny yanked down his zipper.

"You are not gonna watch me piss!" Matt cried, and thought [i]there's something you don't hear every day.[/i] He batted at her paws, blushing, ears splayed. "Penny, quit!"

The bear huffed but never lost her grin. "Oh come [i]o-o-on![/i] Let me watch you go pee, that's all." She pulled up her snug pink shirt, the one with a butterfly outline painted on in glitter. Her smooth chest was the immediate focus of Matt's attention. His eyes looked ready to pop out of their sockets. "I'll let you lick my nipples if you let me watch you pee," the girl offered. As if she believed the offer wasn't enough, Penny began rubbing her nipples until she coaxed them into stiffening. They poked into her shirt, unmistakable little bumps.

Matt stared at her, jaws working, no words coming out. Penny undid the button on his fly, pulled down his bottoms, and cupped his furry, white sheath. "Nice," she cooed. "Doggy dick. I like knots." She tugged at the sheath and pulled him over in front of the toilet. Matt moved for her as if leashed, still unable to find his tongue. A thousand concerns raced through his mind, but the loudest of them all was: [i]I'm being turned on by a little girl.[/i]

"Pee for me," she growled. Grin on her face. Looking at him with those vulgar yellow eyes. "And then I'll suck you off."

"Yes, please," Matt finally squeaked out. Penny just giggled.

The fox pushed. He grimaced, struggling to make it happen. He pulled on his sheath and bared the forward few inches of his penis.

"Lipstick," Penny huffed. Her tongue slid slowly across her jowls. "Y'know, I changed my mind."

Relief and disappointment struggled to appear together on the fox's face. "You did?"

Penny leaned back on the counter. She peeled her shirt off then tugged down her pink shorts. Her naked vulva appeared, slightly damp, not yet hairy.

"Yeah. After you pee, I'm gonna let you [i]fuck[/i] me." The girl pulled herself up on the counter, butt halfway into the sink. Her fingers spread open her pussylips.

Matt gawped at the pinkness. A dribble of precum fell from his penis. "Penny," he whispered.

"Go pee already," the girl giggled. "Come o-o-on, I saw how much soda you drank. You gotta be full by now!"

A dull ache thudded in Matt's lower body. He pried his eyes off of Penny's pussy and focused instead on the little wicker basket set atop the toilet tank. Polished stones glinted inside. The fox stared intently at one in particular and forced himself to piss, aiming at the bowl without conscious effort.

Penny stared at the stream. Her smile was wide, lips pursed. Fingers between her legs, rubbing the folds of her vulva. "Yea-a-ah. You [i]piss[/i] in that fucking bowl."

The fox tensed. His stream was choked off to a heavy dribble and he winced with pain. Penny giggle-snorted while Matt pushed and reestablished his stream.

"Um-, I have a request. It's a little thing," Matt said, keeping his voice as casual as possible. He was aware of how meaningless it was to try and sound unruffled. Penny had control of him and she knew it as well as he did.

Her foot brushed his hip. Matt tensed again, but this time kept pissing.

"What do you want?" she asked him, smiling still. "I'll probably say yes."

The fox retreated to his study of the stone in the basket. His stream tapered off and he shook his sheath, flinging the last few droplets into the bowl. A few hit the tile around it and went unnoticed. "Uh. I want to watch [i]you,[/i] you know."

Penny's girly giggle came through again. Her foot brushed at his crotch. Tellingly, Matt didn't put his genitals away.

"Watch me what? Say i-i-it."

"You know what," the fox bleated. Then he whined, "Don't make me say it."

She laughed. "So you'll watch me pee but you won't [i]ask me[/i] to pee for you. Saying it is so-o-o bad."

He stared at her. His ears were flat, his cheeks pinkish-red, expression plaintive. He felt like the idiot crook in one of those crime drama shows. Specifically the part where he got grilled by a smug investigator just waiting for him to slip up.

"I guess," he said in a very small voice.

"Ohhh, Matt-Matt-Matty," she tutted. She wiggled off of the counter and pulled her shorts back up.

"Wait-!"

But the bear waved him off. "Nope. Use your words like a [i]big[/i] boy or no pee, no pussy, nothing."

The arctic fox groaned. "Penny, will you-," he looked at the bowl and the murky yellow piss he'd left in it, "will you pee for me?"

She snickered. Her paws yanked him down by the shirt collar and she smooched him huge and wet on the lips. "Thank [i]god,[/i] I was about to wet myself if you didn't ask."

Down went her shorts and the seat on the toilet too. Penny seated herself on the pot, legs parted, shorts around only one ankle. Her gaze fixed on Matt's eyes and then she sighed, noticeably relaxing her young, smooth body. Her piss began as a trickle and graduated swiftly to a gush, the noise of which slightly reverberated on its way out of the bowl.

"So-o-o much better," Penny sighed. She pawed at Matt, her fingers grasping his sheath, sinking into its hole and bumping the penis within. The restroom was fairly small; Matt had nowhere to escape to unless he felt like stepping into the shower. Still pissing, Penny asked him, "How big are you? And," she grinned, [i]"don't[/i] tell me you don't know, 'cause I know all guys measure their dicks."

Matt huffed. "Eight... well, seven. Seven and a half."

"Seven and a ha-a-alf, just like I'm ten and a half," Penny cooed. She squeezed his sheath and pushed it back. The fox's red meat glinted, slick with a dribble of urine and of precum. "I bet you can knot me. We're gonna find out."

"You're not like most little girls," Matt blurted out.

"Guess not," the girl said with a shrug. "Sec." She shivered as her stream came to an end. Penny blotted herself with some paper, flushed the whole mess away and bounced off of the seat. "Mkay, come with me. Let's go somewhere more comfortable so we can [i]fu-u-uck."[/i]

"God," Matt mumbled. "What am I even doing?"

The bear grinned up at him. She walked along in front of him in the hall, carrying her clothes. Her small brown body moved with youthful energy, every step a skip. "Getting your dick wet, [i]duh."[/i] She peered into her bedroom, Matt peering with her. Even in the dark, the bright girly decor was obvious.

[i]"Hmm,"[/i] hummed Penny.

"Hmm what?" Matt asked, trying - failing - to keep his voice level.

"Hmm, nah. I wanna do it in the living room this time." She spun on her heel and trotted into the living room. Their game was still going, albeit paused. The pizza was even colder than it had been when it showed up and their cups of root beer were completely flat.

Penny palmed the backrest of the sofa from behind. She looked back at the tall arctic fox, her grin impish. The tuft of her tail wiggled above her taut brown butt. "You eat the pink?"

Matt looked uneasily at the front door. To this point he had been holding up his unbuttoned and unzipped jeans like he was keeping a towel around his waist. With a shiver of excitation and a bit of shame, he let the pants drop. His boxers clung onto him, tucked just below his sheath. His penis peeked from it.

"I eat pussy," he said guiltily.

"A-a-and the stink?" She grinned.

"The [i]what?"[/i] Matt blurted, but he knew exactly what the brat meant.

Penny pulled apart her butt cheeks. The pink bud of her anus greeted his eye, rim tight and perfect. "Do you lick buttholes too?" she explained.

"I-, I do, yeah," Matt grunted. The fox knelt behind his young charge. He felt more like a child than the ten-year-old bear. It was like being a horny teenager all over again, his brain manipulated into stupidity by his lust. He nuzzled into the crack and found her smell delicately feminine, lacking the musk of pubescence.

Matt's tongue loped through her crack, moving against the grain of the fur, causing it to stand up. Her anus was noticeably different in texture and he blushed when he tongued it. Penny cooed. She petted his head, over his ears.

"Good, nice," she sighed. "Mmm. I lo-o-ove being rimmed. I like having my pussy licked too."

"Which do you want?" Matt asked, head spinning with what seemed to be countless options when in fact he had only two. Simply fucking her never crossed his mind. Neither did putting an end to the whole scene.

The small bear smiled. Her smiles had a way of capturing the appropriate innocence of her age and the adult lewdness of her behavior. "Why don't you do [i]both[/i] with that big tongue of yours, Matty-Matt?"

He huffed, not meaning anything with it, but the girl seemed to tense as his hot breath blew across her rump. Without speaking, he held onto her hips and thought how absurd this was - how small and young she was. Something his mother used to say drifted through his thoughts: [i]if it seems too good to be true, it probably is.[/i] And then he thought of another one, the one about gift horses and their mouths. That one never made much sense to him. He lapped through her crack again, but on the next lap he began lower, far lower, between her thighs. The mild taste of young cunt was unfamiliar to his tongue. He moaned quietly. His penis was completely exposed.

Penny lifted a broad, flat foot and bumped its dark pad to his penis. Inarticulately she rubbed his shaft, smearing its precum onto her sole. She asked him, "You like bear feet?"

Confused by the syntax but not interested enough to clarify, Matt murmured between her ass cheeks, "Mmhmm."

"Good, good," sighed the bear. She let her foot drop. Her paws played with his head, his ears. "Hey... hey, you wanna put it inside me?"

"Do I?" the fox countered, but he sounded afraid, not accusatory. He rocked back on his knees and looked up at her. His eyes were desperate, his whole expression begging for guidance.

Penny turned, looked down at him, smiled her two-faced smile again. She patted him between the ears. "You do," she assured him. "You wanna fuck my brains out. And you want to knot me."

"God, do I," Matt affirmed. He leaned in and nuzzled her belly, then just above her mound. "You smell good. Your pussy is so nice."

"You're a dork," Penny snickered.

Matt looked up at her with a hurt expression.

"You're still cute, just a [i]dork,"[/i] the bear cooed. "Lay back. I'm gonna ride you."

The fox nodded eagerly. "Yeah, please-, please do that." He looked back at the carpeted floor. "Um, do you have a pillow I can-?"

Penny pushed his shoulders and sent him down to the floor. Matt thudded against the carpet. His grunt was short - all surprise, no pain. He looked at the bear with what he wanted to be annoyance, but his eyes were so busily scanning her that he could only show the naked lust he felt. He said quietly, "God, you look amazing." Then came the qualifier, "For-, I mean, for a little girl..."

"And you look hot," Penny said, standing over his hips, "I mean, for a total fucking dork."

Matt grumbled and looked away. His ears splayed petulantly back.

Down knelt Penny. She grasped his penis and steadied it, bringing herself down to its pointed tip. It spread the lips of her pussy easily in spite of its size relative to her young body. The tightness of the bear was incredible. Matt's grumpiness melted into the forbidden sex. He slid his fingers through the carpet, writhing and cooing.

"Oh-, jeez, this is better than anal," the fox huffed.

"Yeah, I'm [i]tight,"[/i] growled Penny, satisfaction ruling her tone. She was still sliding down, feeling twinges of pain from Matt's size, showing none of them. Matt wasn't the biggest babysitter she had ever had but the stretch was still good. Her paw slid down his penis ahead of her vagina and eventually cupped the knot. As her vulva's lips came to rest on the bulb, her paw and its twin slid up under Matt's shirt. She rubbed the fox's taut belly absently.

The fox squirmed and squeaked out a giggle. "Stop it, I'm kinda ticklish."

"Coochie-coo," giggled Penny, giving him a very deliberate tickle around the navel. The fox swatted at her and she stopped, putting her paws on his chest instead. Their eyes happened to lock. She grinned and said to his hungry gaze, "Bet your knot can get inside me."

Matt's blush was vibrant and hot. He started to talk and Penny began riding. His words dissipated into a moan and then his jaws clapped shut. Eyes closing, paws grasping Penny's shapely but small thighs, Matt allowed the girl to work. To take his innocence in a way he had never expected to experience or enjoy.

"I've had trouble with some girls," he said, voice quiet, reverent. "Too big for some of them. Um, not just me. Knots in general."

"Mhm," Penny murmured. Her honey-hued eyes were half-lidded. Her nipples, pink little buds, stood out on her smooth breast like dials. The ride she gave Matt was slow and smooth - the kind of ride an experienced girl gave, the fox realized.

"God," the arctic fox whispered. "Oh, god, that feels so good." His toes curled. His tail, a tremendously bushy stalk of white, swished along the carpet and made a whispering of sound. "I bet you do this to a lot of guys, don't you?"

The bear chuckled. "Ooh-hoo yeah, I sure do," she said, and the sleaze in her voice caused Matt to smirk. The small bear wriggled against the fox's knot. Her back arched, breast pouting out and dark hair hanging in playful curls over her shoulders. For a moment she looked like nothing but a small adult, not a child, and the fox felt across her pert nipples, tweaking the nubs with his claw tips.

Penny huffed. She held onto Matt's wrists, held his paws on her chest. For a few moments more she gyrated on the fox, her vertical movement negligible. Matt whined to her, "C'mon, don't tease me now..."

She giggled. "Why don't you take over? I bet you have a better chance of gettin' that knot inside me."

The fox slid his paws down to her hips. He squeezed them, felt her pelvis through her soft, delicate girl flesh. "Yeah, I'll fuck you, I'll try and knot you. Yeah."

Penny nodded. She pulled herself off of the fox, her pussy giving up his shaft easily, leaving it slippery with vulgar honey. She stood and leaned on the back of the couch again. Butt perked, legs spread, pussy glinting and throbbing. She growled to the fox, "Fuck me, big boy. Dork."

Matt knelt behind her a moment, admiring the lips of her cunt. He smiled, stole a lick across her young snatch. Penny quietly moaned and the fox's smile widened, his pride bolstered by the eager cry.

He stood behind the girl and guided his meat to her now-familiar cunt. Entering the second time was even easier; Penny was stretched and slick. He went in deep, knot kissing up to her folds. Moaning quietly, shivering with pleasure, Matt leaned over the girl and kissed her on the snout. Penny tilted back her head and kissed him in return, her lips briefly meeting his, sticky jowls bonding.

"Fuck me-e-e," hissed Penny. Her fingers caressed his head. Young and gentle, a lover's touch. "Come on, Matty-Matt..."

He moved smoothly. His balls swung, fluffy and white like a pair of snowballs. His knot mashed into her underage vulva with each push, his force gentle but gradually increasing. A sound like a suck rose out of the penetration, a wet smack greeting each push inside.

"Ooh yeah, ye-e-e-ah," sighed the bear. She draped herself over the couch, stood on her tip-toes, wiggled her tail. Her fingers slithered around the button of her clitoris, pushing and pinching it, giving herself familiar, reliable pleasure. "Mm, I'm gonna cum, you're gonna make cu-u-um, Matty."

Matt huffed. Moving faster, bucking harder, knot bumping her vulva as if knocking, asking for entry. Its size compared to her small body seemed like an impossible fit but already the lips were parting, giving the knot more and more purchase with each repetition. The bear moaned, whined, her sounds an enthralling mixture of pleasure and pain.

"Ooh, Matt, ooh Matty-Matt," bleated the girl, rocking on her feet, pushing her bottom against him. "Ooh, gaw-w-wd, fuck me..."

"Yeah, I-, I'm fucking you, I got it," Matt panted, sucking breaths in hard and hungry. He pulled her hips, pulled her back into his thrusts. The fox moved fast and hard, fucking her the way he'd fuck another adult. Penny took it, whimpering but moaning. Her taut body had no jiggle, no give, but she took it and implicitly begged for more. His knot socked against her pussy and his balls brushed her thighs, snow white fur whispering along her creamy brown coat.

"Uh-, oh fuck," Matt grunted. His ears splayed back. His posture was hunched, bestial, and Penny looked especially tiny inside his bulk. Over the girl's whines and moans, Matt panted and growled. He pushed into her, pounding his knot against her vulva, pushing her body against the couch.

"Oh [i]fuck,"[/i] Penny gasped, pinching her clitoris. "Ooh-!"

The girl's climax was incredibly wet. She gushed around Matt's ramming cock and the sex became markedly more noisy, the wet smacks vulgar in the cozy living room. She gasped, whined, arched her back. Her paws flew to the couch and she held onto it like she was on a roller coaster. "Fuck, oh fuck, fuck," the girl bleated. Her legs shook and she rested all her weight on the couch.

Matt's jowls pulled back for a toothy grimace, his oh-face. He bucked against the girl, used her overflowing natural wetness to give the last push that he needed, and in went his knot with a soft wet pop. As the bulb gouged open Penny's cuntlips, the girl shrieked and then groaned deeply as if in sudden relief. Matt draped himself over the girl, feeling panting and sweaty and overwhelmed. His semen gushed inside of the bear, overfilling her young and infertile body. Dribbles of his mess escaped his knot's plug but the brunt was contained. He hugged Penny close to his heaving chest and thought immediately about how much doing so reminded him of hugging his young nieces and nephews. He let go of her and sheepishly laced his fingers over his stomach.

"I can't believe I just did that," he said, still huffing.

Penny, sounding tired but satisfied, giggled. She tossed back her head, throwing her hair out of her eyes. "I sure ca-a-an. I'm gonna be walking funny for days. Thanks."

"You're welcome," the fox mumbled. "Am I still a dork?"

"One hundred percent dork," Penny assured him. "But that's fine." She straightened, leaned into Matt. "I like dorks. Dorks try harder."