Nothing about Harry was remarkable, and unremarkable was the way he preferred to be. To Mr. and Mrs. Mardas, he was just one of dozens of dependable young men who stopped in to babysit their darling of a daughter; and to friends he was the quiet one, the one who was fine with anything for dinner and would play or watch anything, not so much out of submissiveness but because he just wasn't the type to make waves.

The day was unremarkable as well. Just another hot July evening in America, with air as saturated with humidity as it could possibly be and temperatures in the low nineties. Even then the mountain lion kept his hoodie on. He was comfortable in the heat, and Mrs. Mardas had left a big pitcher of lemonade in the fridge - mostly for Penny, but Harry enjoyed it too.

"Watch this!" the little bear cried, and she sprinted across the grass. Harry watched, a content smile on his face. Penny tipped forward with arms outstretched and her momentum carried her through a smooth somersault.

Harry gave her some applause. "Good one, Penny," he said. "Just take it easy, all right? I don't want to have to call your folks and tell them you need stitches."

Penny giggled. She strutted up the wooden steps of the porch on which Harry sat. As she passed by him a hint of her scent reached him: a bit of sweaty odor, but also a touch of musk, undeveloped and prepubescent. In that moment Harry became aware of the girl. He turned and watched as she went in through the sliding glass doors. His eyes lingered on her bottom, its cheeks covered by tight blue shorts which rode up, exposing the fringes of her subtly curved behind. By the time she closed the door an erection was starting under his cargo shorts.

"Oh, fuck," Harry whispered to himself as sinful thoughts crossed his mind.

Little Penny came back out carrying two tall glasses of lemonade, ice cubes clinking inside. She handed one to Harry and the big cat murmured his thanks. Penny sat down beside him and drained most of her glass in one long swig. Then she sighed, wiped her lips and chin on the back of her arm, and looked across the manicured lawn. There was an in-ground swimming pool, full of clear water but peppered with leaves. A privacy fence of tall, dark planks shut out prying eyes and hedges ensconced the fence, giving the yard a stately appearance. Harry had previously been awed by the wealth on display, but now his thoughts were solely on young Ms. Mardas.

"This lemonade is so good," she sighed. "You like it?"

The mountain lion sipped. "Yeah, it's all right. Um, more of an iced tea guy, myself," he spoke, just to be saying something. He hoped if he could put enough distance between his dirty thoughts and the present, he could forget that the urges had ever cropped up.

Penny grinned up at him. Her baby teeth were spotless and gapless. "I'll remember that for next time!"

Harry smiled down at her. She was pretty, painfully so to a male with impure desires. Harry had decided he would not act on them; but being chaste did not mean the thoughts wouldn't plague him.

The girl drained her glass to the bottom and pulled one of the smoothed cubes into her mouth. She suckled it, held it in her front teeth, and then spat it into the yard. Harry watched and his breathing tightened. His surreptitious looks at the bear were becoming blatant. He peeked down into her tank top and the glimpse of a soft pink nipple in the waning sunlight was more arousing to him than the raunchiest smut he had ever downloaded.

Penny caught his gaze and smiled, puzzled by his hungry gaze. "Whassa matter?" she asked sweetly. "Do I have something on my face?"

"No," Harry answered in a clipped voice. "I'm, uh-, it's nothing, I'm just thinking-," he turned and blurted, "you have a big pool."

"Oh! Yeah," Penny agreed, giggling. "I love to go swimming. Dad says the PH is messed up, or something, we need the pool guy to come look at it." She shrugged, then scooted over. Her thigh bumped Harry's and his eyes landed on her again. With a sigh she leaned on him, her head coming to rest on his chest. Harry sat still as a statue, but his paws trembled, and the ice cubes in his glass clinked. "You're all sweaty in that hoodie," she said. "It's [i]way[/i] too hot for that."

"It's just-, it's what I have," the mountain lion mumbled. He sipped his drink again but the sugary sweetness now seemed cloying. What he wanted was salty and hot: the sweat gleaming in Penny's fur. He would have settled for a kiss on her back, a predatory lick across her neck, but he would have killed to taste something more intimate.

He took his right paw off of the glass and, with caution as if he were disarming a bomb, placed it upon the girl's hip. Penny showed no reaction, but Harry did: his pulse quickened, his breathing in pace with that, and his erection pushed against his briefs. Her body was soft but taut, fur warm and damp with sweat. He shuddered.

Penny asked him sweetly, "Do you li-i-ike me, Harry?"

"Yeah, sure," Harry mumbled. "You're really-, you know, a good kid..."

The girl giggled, but in Harry's nervous state he thought the noise was malicious - like the sound a demon would make, if it happened to take the form of a little girl. She put a paw on his knee and rubbed up, then down, touching him through the baggy fabric of his shorts.

"You like me, that's good," she said. "Because, y'know, some guys won't admit it."

Harry unhanded her hip, but seemingly in response the child slid her paw further north and cupped his groin. A high noise escaped the mountain lion, some pitiful sound between a wheeze and a whimper, and he stared down at her.

She grinned at him, baby teeth all shining, ponytail-tied hair lolling to one side. Her paw kneaded softly and the material of his shorts was thick, but her soft young fingers excited him more than any lurid touch ever had before. He said nothing to her and his breath hitched in his throat.

A tittering little laugh escaped her. She took her paw off of his groin and he missed its presence there, and while prudence had long since abandoned him, he was at the very least too shy to ask her to touch him again.

The girl stood, and her hips were just about eye level to Harry. She peeled down her shorts which clung stubbornly to her sweaty-sticky loins; then Harry noted her lack of panties and his mind raced with the implications.

"Darn things," she chuckled, a very adult-sounding laugh. She bent and slipped a finger between her sex and her shorts, peeling the fabric away; her soft round behind, perfect in seemingly every way, brushed the mountain lion's snout. He recoiled instinctively at the first bump, but then he nosed in. Huffing, mewling, he smelled the edges of her cheeks and crack.

With her shorts around her ankles, Penny made no effort to straighten or sit. Sweetly she asked, "Do I smell? It's kinda hot today."

The impulses racing through the mountain lion's brain telling him that what he was doing was against the law faded out, and the vacated space was filled by the sweaty musk of the small bear. He touched her small, brown butt timidly; she giggled, and the fluffy stub of her tail wriggled.

Harry was breathing heavily across her behind. He spread the cheeks slowly, as if expecting to be busted at any moment by her parents or a nosy neighbor. He eyed her small, pink anus, and then he glanced around the yard, at the pool which shimmered with dusky sunlight.

Satisfied that he was acting in privacy, albeit still as nervous as a prom night virgin, Harry nosed into her opened crack and touched his quivering nostrils to the star of her anus. Softly Penny cooed; she whispered to the lion, "Like my smell? You like the smell of my butthole?"

"Yes, yes I do," Harry breathlessly answered. He was snuffling her scent, that musky, earthy smell of swampy summer ass mingled with her prepubescent body odor. He nosed her perineum and followed it down slowly, and then he smelled also the split of her pussy's soft young lips. He trembled badly and his penis throbbed, disgorging wads of precum with each of its pulsations.

Penny playfully growled. She wriggled her taut brown butt against his snout and Harry mewled, nosing her puckered entrance once again. Her sex had a pleasant musk but her anus sported a richer scent, where musk and the sweat in her crack came together to give her the kind of vulgar stink only a musk lover would savor.

"Take your cock out," the bear said, all the childishness gone from her voice despite the high pitch of her voice.

By then Harry was out of questions to ask and defenses to put up. He unhanded her ass cheeks but kept his snout between them. The fly of his shorts was cumbersome and he only bothered with it when he intended to wash them, so he simply pulled them down, briefs along with them, and his modest penis sprung free.

Out of all the ways Penny could have looked at Harry's cock, she chose to bend all the way over and peer between her legs. Her hair dangled to the deck's steps, her tank top fluttered up her flat breast and caught on her chin, and her bottom perked against the mountain lion's hungry nostrils. She said with a girlish giggle, "Ooh, a kitty dick - barbs! It's been so-o-o long since I had barbed dick..."

"Keep your voice down," Harry hissed, sounding equal parts sexually frustrated and terrified at the idea of being caught.

Penny laughed. "Oh, nobody's gonna see us. Don't be so high-strung." She straightened with ease even a limber adult like Harry found enviable, and then she turned to face the nervous, blushing cat. She was smiling but her honey-colored eyes were wickedly intent. She cupped the back of his head, ruffled between his ears, and then she cooed: "Lick my little pussy, Harry."

"God, yes, okay," Harry bleated. He wanted the cub so completely that he offered no fight. He spread the lips of her sex with shaky fingers and then began to slurp and smooch, his rough feline tongue raking over soft vaginal flesh and the hooded button of her clitoris. Some women had an adverse reaction to feline tongue when it came to cunnilingus and Harry was ready to stop if she cried out, but Penny only moaned and leaned over him. She brushed his penis with a foot which was dainty in size and slightly tough on the pad, but having his penis touched at all by the lascivious child caused Harry to spurt a thick wad of precum.

Harry's jaws parted. He mouthed her small peach, moaned into it, teeth prickling and satisfying Penny in a ticklish manner. She giggled for him - her giggles were adorable and infectious, they made the edges of Harry's mouth pull up - and said words entirely divorced from her girlish register: "I've gotta piss [i]so[/i] badly and your teeth are making it wo-o-orse..."

The mountain lion did not hesitate to answer her. His only pause came from the slurp he gave to all her most taboo flesh, dragging his tongue across the bud of her asshole, over her perineum and up the split of her pussylips. Her salty-sweaty flavor was still thick on his tongue when he mewled, "I'll drink your piss, Penny. I'd love it."

The child snickered and there was nothing childish about it; Harry was unnerved by how effortlessly she swerved between child and adult in her mannerisms. He mouthed her again, tongue prying apart the lips, dipping into the snug channel of her vagina. He began masturbating, his precum helping his padded fingers to slip across his cock's small rubbery barbs, these many tweaking sensations causing him considerable pleasure.

Penny cupped his ears in her paws and without warning began to urinate. Like a boy trying to piss through an erection, it took some willpower; her arousal saw her begin with barely a trickle, but when Harry tasted those bitter droplets he opened his maw fully against her loins.

"So many guys love when I pee for them," she said rather slyly as the stream picked up. Despite his open maw, Harry managed to lose some of the golden fluid; little rivulets of piss dribbled down his chin and darkened his hoodie where they spattered. "Buncha weirdos..."

Harry shuddered. He exhaled through his nostrils and gulped down the bear's urine. His paw glided up and down his penis rapidly, the excitement of the act making him so horny that he couldn't imagine pacing himself. Harry knew, as his thighs pushed together and his toes curled, that he would not last long; a part of him wanted this to be done, as the fear of being caught worsened with each passing second, but his fear couldn't compare to the lust he felt for the seductive cub. He guzzled the piss she gave, he wore it gladly on his chin, and he tugged at his cock.

Softly Penny ground against his drinking maw. She cooed, "Ooh, so much better." Her paws felt over Harry's head, smoothing back his ears and rubbing around his neck, letting her paws roam. As her stream faltered into dribbles much the way it had started, she said with a grumble in her voice, "Hey, eat me out again... lick my pussy, Harry."

Harry found Penny's bodily flavors enhanced by the foul taste of urine in his maw. He attacked the girl's sex hungrily, slurping deep into her vagina, allowing his teeth to prod and prick. Deep, lustful swabs dragged prepubescent flavors out of the child, who whined and crooned and held onto his head for support. He slurped across her asshole, getting at the bud from below, tasting sweat and sampling the anal musk which had started all of this. The entire time he jerked himself off, feeling the onrush of his orgasm very close now. He breathed in Penny's scents both anal and vaginal, but her pussy was what he doted on with his barbed strip of a tongue.

Piss was thick on Harry's breath but he soon tasted her orgasm which came with a squirt of a clear but musky fluid. It coated his tongue and he groaned as he sampled it; he listened to the girl's gasping, shuddering climax and he felt across her small body without trepidation, groping her round behind in a greedy paw.

"Fuck, I'm-, I came so hard," Penny gasped. "Fu-u-uck..."

Harry was tongue-tied with pleasure. He stopped eating the girl but he pushed his snout into the space between her thighs. He could smell her anal musk, which seemed to grow stronger as his climax hit, as his senses heightened. He hissed as he shot a fat few spurts of cum onto the trodden grass at the foot of the steps. His cock seized several times, and with each seize came another plump rope. He said in a quaking voice between her thighs, "Oh, [i]fuck,[/i] I did too. I just came so goddamn hard-," he blushed and he almost stopped there, "b-because of your-, your smell, and your piss..."

Penny was too satisfied to be an abhorrent little bitch. She giggled but sounded out of breath. She petted Harry's head and she said, "Let's, um-, l-let's go and clean up. You can throw your hoodie in the washer or something, it's-, oh, man, it's [i]covered[/i] in pee."

So it was, and Harry knew the mess needed to be cleaned, but the unremarkable mountain lion was too satisfied and too happy to be particularly concerned. Penny sat down beside him, and they both recovered from their potent orgasms, both still bottomless and stinking of urine. Harry sipped his lemonade, but after drinking from Penny's private reserve, its sweetness was especially off-putting. He offered it to Penny and she was only too happy to guzzle it down.

She wiped her lips on the back of her arm and leaned against the mountain lion again. She sighed, "Holy fuck. It's [i]hot[/i] when guys drink my pee. Most of them just wanna watch me do it."

"I've never had piss in my mouth before," Harry admitted. "But, well, for you, I couldn't say no."

The bear grinned. She kissed his smelly lips and leaned against him. After a few moments she stood, and she picked up her shorts. "Hey, Harry. Let's go get cleaned up."

Watching Penny's naked bottom bounce before his eyes started Harry stiffening up again. He stood and tugged up his shorts and he followed the girl inside, ice cubes clinking in the empty lemonade glasses.

He found Penny in the bathroom as he expected he would. She was entirely nude, adjusting the water. The mountain lion reached for her naked young form. He squeezed her bottom, his favorite part of her by far, then trailed his fingers over her nipples. Excitement had stiffened them into taut nubs and the girl gave a petite moan.

"Come on, Harry," she growled. She pulled away and stepped into the shower.

Harry peeled off his piss-stained hoodie, took off the sweat-soaked undershirt beneath it, shoved down his shorts and briefs without a second thought. And then he joined the girl, first to get dirtier, and then to get clean.