Qitarah clutched her teddy bear to her chest as she slept. Her body twitching as she dreamed. In her dream she was standing in front of a tall man, his fur brown and his eyes bright yellow. The eyes pierced into her and frightened her. But they also sent an odd warmth flooding through her. 
When she woke, she realized she had wet the bed. 
“Oh no!” she said aloud. Throwing Mr. Bonk off the wet bed, she jumped off the bed and gathered the sheets as quickly as she could. But it was too late, Momma walked in and saw that she was doing.
“Oh, Qit, look at the mess you made…” She set down the basket of laundry she had been carrying on the dresser and walked over to Qitarah.
“I so sorry Momma! I had a bad dweam!” she said. 
“No excuses girl, come here,” Momma set down on the side of the bed and grabbed Qitarah’s arm, pulling her over and onto her lap. She lay the little girl out on her stomach over her legs and pulled down the little girls wet PJ bottoms. 
“No Momma! Please!” 
Whack!
“Ah! Momma! No, I din mean to!”
Whack! Whack! Whack!
After Qitarah’s little rump was red from all the swats, tears streaming down her pink cheeks, Momma rubbed at her sensitive butt. Qitarah’s body shivered and she sobbed from the punishment.
“I… I sorry M-Momma…” she sputtered.
“I know, baby. But you need to learn your lesson. You are three-years-old now, no more wetting the bed,” she said. Then her fingers wondered over Qitarah’s rear, rubbing at the little girl’s smooth volva. “But since it’s your birthday…” she let the sentence die as her fingers slid into Qitarah’s slit. She let out a moan as the warmth spread through her, her heart seeming to pound in her private parts.
“M-mmomma…” she panted. 
“Quiet now,” she said, giving Qitarah a swat, making the little girl squeak. “Now move your tail sweet heart.”
Qitarah moved her mouse tail out of the way, knowing what her mother would do. Sure enough, she felt the warmth of breath on her butt as a finger slipped inside of her. She cried out, her heart pounding as heat brightened her cheeks. Her breath came short, her mother’s finger moving slowly in and out… In… And out… 
Qitarah’s body gave a mighty shudder as her mother’s tongue slithered out and along her labia. The big warm tongue of her mother’s traveled up and along her slit, poking against her little butt hole. 
“Momma! You so dirty!” She cried, even as the pleasure filled her tiny frame, pressure building inside her. She loved this moment that mother gave her. This climb of excitement, it was like swinging on a swing set, getting higher and higher… Until she got the courage to jump off. She never did, but this reminded her of the up and down motion. 
Up and down…
In and out…
Qitarah let out a scream as her body released, ripples of heat and contractions working their way through her little frame.
“Momma!”
“That’s a good little slut.”
The words frightened her and made her drop instantly from her orgasm. The voice was a growl and sounded angry.
“Ark!” Momma said, setting Qitarah aside on the bed. “You’re home!” She flung herself at him. Qitarah watched Momma as she kissed the man, Ark, passionately and embraced him. Qitarah watched as his hands grabbed handfuls of Momma’s rear. While she was confused and frightened, Qitarah was still very much turned on by this show of passion as Ark pushed Momma against the wall and pressed their hips together tightly. Qitarah had never seen Momma act this way, the way her cheeks blushed, her body undulating against the man’s as he gripped her to him. 
“I believe the little slut over there is old enough for Papa,” he growled against her mouth.
“Yes, sir,” she said, her voice breathless.  
“Good,” he said and moved over to Qitarah. 
“She does still have her hymen intact. I was saving that for you, dear.”
“A virgin huh?” Ark said, moving towards the little girl. “Haven’t had anyone fuck you hard yet have you?”
“Fucked?” Qitarah looked down, but Ark came up to her and lifted her little chin with a finger, rubbing it with his thumb.
“You’re not a whore yet, but don’t worry, you will be.”
“What’s a whore?” Qitarah asked, looking up into his bright yellow eyes.
“A good little girl that makes her daddy happy,” he said, reaching for his pants.”
“I don’t have a Daddy though. It’s just me and Mommy. She uses her fingers. But not very many, it hurt the first time.”
“It will hurt the first few times, but you’ll get used to it and be a good little slut,” Qitarah watched as he pulled out a thick, long thingy that was darker than his fur. She watched as it grew and stood up on its own. “And I know plenty who might want to be your Daddy… Though for the moment, I can help you with that will problem,” he said, almost lovingly as he stroked her short black hair.
“You’ll be my Daddy?” She said, looking up at him with her bright green eyes.
He nodded and leaned in, pressing a kiss to her cheek. 
“What’s that?” she pointed at the thing pointing at her between his legs.
“Oh? That’s your Daddy’s cock. Go on, don’t be afraid, Daddies love it when their little girls play with it.”
She bit her lip and shakily reached out to touch the tip of it. It was very warm and strong. 
“Use both hands sweetie. Rub the whole thing, it makes me feel good. You want your Daddy to feel good, don’t you?”
She shook a little. He still frightened her even with his sweet words, but she wasn’t sure why. She grabbed hold of it with both hands, finding that it have a little. It was stiff under the flesh, but the flesh itself was soft. Ark reached over and grabbed her mother’s behind and pulled her close. 
“Rub your little girl while she rubs me, woman,” he said with a little growl. Something that scared Qitarah but seemed to make her mom very happy. Momma walked over to Qita and slipped onto the bed, kissing her little girl on the head.
“You’re doing great, baby, why don’t you try and taste it…?” she said, pressing a hand to the back of Qita’s head. She pressed her little girl closer to the cock as she slipped her hand down the girl’s panties. Qita should as her face was pressed closer, her mother’s fingers dancing over her privates, making her feel good again. 
“Open,” Momma said, and Qita wanted to obey. Opening her mouth, she let the cock slide into her small mouth, barely able to fit the pink part of it. Then Momma added her mouth to it, licking up and down the cock, spreading saliva around it.
“Suck it you little slut,” Ark said, his breath getting a little short.
Qita began to suck on the cock like a straw. She shook as the pleasure began to build in her again, her hands wondering over the cock as she sucked and panted through her nose. She found the danglies below the cock and squeezed at them gently, feeling the shapes in her little fingers. Ark gave a growl and she stopped, fearing she had angered him.
“Good little whore, play with your Daddy’s balls,” he said, running his think fingers through her soft black hair. “Let’s see how deep you can take it…” he said, pushing himself deeper into her mouth. Qita’s jaws stretched wide. As the cock hit the back of her throat, she coughed and groaned, trying to pull away.
“Good girl,” Momma said, slipping a finger inside her. Qita’s eyes became heavy lidded as she was overwhelmed with the new sensations. Ark pulled out and grabbed the back of Momma’s head. 
“Show this little whore what you can do you slut,” he said. “Take my cock deep in your throat.” 
Momma opened her mouth and moved her own head into the cock. Qita watched amazed as the cock disappeared completely into her mom’s mouth.
“She’s going to eat it!” Qita said, standing quickly, her pants pulled down from the movement. Momma looked at Qita and pulled away. Confused, Qita watched more closely, seeing Momma’s throat expand slightly as the cock filled her throat. 
“That’s it you bitch,” Ark said, his voice shaking a bit. When Momma pulled back, she gave a loud gasp and lines of spit stretched from the end of the cock to her mouth. “Good girl…”
Qita shook with a mixture of confusion and anticipation. 
“Have you taught her how to make Momma happy?” He asked, pushing down his pants all the way.
“Oh, I can make Momma happy, watch,” Qita loved this part. She lifted up Momma’s shirt, grabbing at the nipples that poked out of her bra. Momma took off her shirt and bra, letting Qita suckle at her nipples as she reached for her pants and unbuttoned them. Ark reached down and ripped off her pants and panties. 
“Stick your hand in Momma,” he said. 
“I-I get to touch Momma’s private parts…?” Qita said, looking up at Ark.
“Do it,” he said, pushing Momma’s legs wide open. Qita stared at her mother’s privates, having never seen any before, she was fascinated. She reached out and ran her fingers over the crinkly hair that covered the outside. She wondered why she didn’t have hair down there. She pressed deeper, curious, and found moist pink folds that she could play with. She grabbed at a ball of it at the top of her mother’s privates. Her mother moaned and grabbed Qita’s hand, guiding it to pleasure her. Qita moved her hand freely with her mother’s, wanting to make her as happy as she could. When she pushed Qita’s hand down, Qita found a hole in her. Confused again, she pushed into it. 
“Just like that, such a good girl,” her mother said breathlessly. 
Qita pushed in deeper, making her mother cry out. Frightened, Qita looked up to her mother’s face, wondering if she had hurt her. But her face looked like her own when mother had fingered her in front of a mirror to show her what pleasure looked like. Biting her little lip again, she pushed as deep as she could, her arm encased to the elbow in mother’s hot, wet hole. Her mother moaned again.
“Move your arm in and out,” Ark said, stroking his cock.
Qita did, moving slowly. But when her mother let out a gasp of, “Faster,” she moved faster and as deep as she could reach. 
Encouraged by her mother’s cries of pleasure, Qita moved harder and faster. Feeling her mother’s hole clench around her arm. Ark said words of praise and encouragement to the little girl as she fist fucked her mother. Curious, she even started moving her fingers inside her and as Momma screamed her pleasure, Qita’s arm felt squished tight, a jet of liquid shooting out of her mother and against Qita’s face. 
Qita pulled her arm out of her mother and looked at her slick arm, the fur matted from slick movement. 
“Such a good little whore,” Ark said, petting Qita’s head. “Now Daddy is going to show you what little whores are expected to do. Spread her legs for me…”
Momma grabbed Qita’s short legs and spread her wide, leaning down and kissing her little mouth. “Be a good girl now…” Qita felt the end of the cock press against her privates. If she had a hole like Momma, he was going to push inside her. And he did, and it hurt. Qita began to cry as pain increased with every push against her little hole. 
“Momma it hurts!” She whimpered. But Momma just watched with shuddering breath as he pushed even deeper. Then, with a mighty thrust, he was as deep as he could go and Qita screamed. “Owwww!” she whimpered. She cried at her little hole being stretched wide to fit his big cock inside. 
“Such a tight fucking cunt,” Ark said, his breath now huffing out of him steadily. Qita panted as the pain slowly ebbed away, but it still burned. She continued to cry even when Ark began to move inside of her, slow, then fast, and hard. Pain became pleasure as his big cock filled her up and stroked every part of her, like Momma’s fingers but so much bigger. She cried out, not in pain, but pleasure now. Tears still ran down her cheeks but only because it was becoming so intense. He pounded into her little—cunt, in, out, in and out—until her body tensed tighter than it had ever been before. The orgasm swept through her frame, shaking her so hard her body moved of its own accord.  When her body exploded for a third time, Ark gave a roar and Qita felt warmth hitting her insides. He panted over her, holding her tiny hips to him as his cock shrank and he pulled out, the warm stuff starting to drip from her little hole. 
“Clean her up bitch,” Ark said to Momma. Momma nodded and dipped her head between Qita’s legs. And as her mother’s tongue ran over her abused privates, in and all around them, Qita was brought again to orgasm. Tired beyond anything she had ever been before, Qita lost consciousness, her body still twitching and convulsing from the orgasms.