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I figured it would be fun, if unfinished. I'll still need to comb through it and bold and italicize things.", "description_bbcode_parsed": "This story rhymes! I figured it would be fun, if unfinished. I'll still need to comb through it and bold and italicize things.", "writing": "\"Where is that little cannonball?\" The babysitter bobcat called out.\n\n\"Where is that fun-sized snack? Where are youuuu? Come out, come out, come out wherever you are sprouuut!\" She almost sang her words across the dining room table and house, about its noise rebounded across carpeted flooring to her blouse. \n\n\tThe boy did not surrender his location. It was not to be in tonight’s negotiation!\n\n\tSurely he did not want to be found. This did not detour the teen bobcat into finding her prey.\n\n“I know you want seeeex!” She hollered with her mouth cupped to make herself even louder. “Come on out so you can bang my pussy!” With a snort she put her paws to her waist and laughed out loud, admitting to the whole house her intentions of screwing him, nice hot and juicy.\n\n\tA small creak above her hair, she listened. He was there!\n\n\t“I found you!”\n\n\tThe baby sitter ran up the stairs in bashing thumps-a sharp turn to the right-slamming into the door with blazing speed, dragging a pair of legs out from under the bed in squirming bumps. “Boogy Boogy Boogy!”\n\n\tAs soon as he was dragged out horribly from his hiding space, the raccoon boy in question was frightened out of his mind and fell unconscious into the girl’s embrace. “Baa-aa-aaw!~\n\n\tThe bobcat wasted no time in lifting him up to the bed as if he were an equal spouse, dropping the body on the mattress in this house. Bouncing like fresh popcorn that took on too much heat and oil, Greg Benn, the fainting raccoon she was going to spoil.\n\n\t“Let’s get nakie!” \n\n\tSeren Lestat wore stretchy red overall bands hooked on the front, and back ends of a pair of light green shorts. Pink, with flower frillies, adorned her tube top, with a shade similar to the lightness of teenage trousers. Earrings of probable fake gold and a smile with white sharp teeth showed how eager she was to have her way with this charge.\n\n\tGreg Benn, our protagonist also wore clothing that was going to be stripped off soon. Possibly raped, wearing nothing but full moon. Greg Benn wore a buckle belt! Fingers were already working the leather and metal to open the way for his pelt. Blue of Jeans like a good school skipper, tainted that it was now not his, but being pulled down by the zipper. Askew blue and white stripes of cotton made soft fabric scrunch under the paws of a great molesting noble, Greg Benn's shirt and the body was being touched excitedly while he was immobile. \n\n\tWhile Seren Lestat pondered over the whitie tidies she had discovered in the child’s pants with clear intent, a brilliant idea came; she’ll make him consent! “Hey, wanna fuck!?” Her finger hovered then to her victim’s lips, and made them move as if talking as she uttered under her breath, “Ride me sideways like a buck.”\n\n\tThe babysitter threw her hands into the air wildly and shrieked, \"YAY! You won't need these.\" Seren Lestat gave a quick tug at his knickers, pulling the undies down to expose his pecker. \"And I won't need this.\" The left red bungee-like strap scootched down her arm with a giddy little pep.\n\n\tGreg Benn was cheated! The boy roused feeling that his back was seated. What was this to blame? What trickery was this girl doing to his shame?! \"Stop…\" His voice was weak under the cloud of doom, freedom, please! Was there any Greg Benn could seek?\n\n\t\"Or this one.\" The rightmost bungee strap of red color was pulled away from her shoulder then let go. Crack! It snapped back sharply as she giggled and shoved it ways away from her arm.\n\n\tThere was resistance. Not wanting to be a sex addict, Greg Benn pushed her hands to the side, trying to keep her from touching his private parts and turning him into a convict. \"Nooo…\" But his babysitter only laughed and kept moving her paws towards his privates, each time he'd slap them away in a push. \"Ungh, stooopaah…nooo.\"\n\n\t\"Come on cannonball, let's play a puzzle game!\" Seren Lestat got on top of this raccoon child with her body pinning him down. She quickly unzipped herself, but still buttoned up. \"Like a hide'n'seek puzzle game.\"\n\n\t\"I don't wanna. Get off me!\" Greg Benn struggled. She was right in his face, he could not move, he could not defend himself, on the bottom, there was too much to be juggled.\n\n\t\"What goes into what, do ya know?\" Seren Lestat's smile grew wide and corrupt, their noses touching with the sexual tension about too abrupt.\n\n\t\"Noo-Mph!\" It was too late. Greg Benn had taken the bait. With the sly babysitter's question in the air, She kissed him without care. Greg Benn cried and turned his head. In Greg Benn's mouth their tongues have been tied, raccoons prison became the bed. Thrashing about again with his head to escape, to be free! But alas, Greg Benn was stuck there like scotch tape.\n\n\tSeren Lestat only smiled when he thrashed his head, his face was blushed, a color of cherry red. Tongues still tied and touching one another in what belonged to the babysitter, she counted to the number twenty. She humped his body adoringly with her opened zipper in a silly way, with giggles aplenty. Fingers drew to the side of his head and felt to play with his nice fuzzy ears. Opening her eyes though, Seren saw the boy she was taking care of was crying tears.\n\n\t“It’s okay,” She said in a calming way, her tongue slicked out of his mouth for the time being. “It’s only sex.” \n\n\tGreg Benn watched with horror as this girl pushed her tube top down, exposing her bra to him. \"Ah!-I-I don't wanna have sex.\" He pleaded. \"Please, Please don't make me have sex!\" The child raccoon covered his eyes and cried. She was going to turn him into a personal bike ride.\n\n\t“Ooooh...” The older girl chided, “But we haven’t finished the puzzle yet.” scheming of screwing the boy, this was dead set. “Let’s uncover your eyes, You’ll like it.”\n\n\tGreg Benn shook his head. “I like you, but I can’t!” The minor tried his best to explain, “I don’t wanna be hooked on seeeex!” Wailing in a cry, was there anything thing he could do to make her abstain?\n\t\n\tPerversion!\n\n\tThe warmth of warm air arose cloud in the atmosphere, wafting, dripping, waiting for the slench of his cock into the hole. Since those hands moved away to block his eyes against incoming sex attacks, decided it was time to make Greg Been, pay his toll. Doing him was so close, his warm cock slid through the zipper pouch to lay rest against the fabric that could only belong to panty.\n\n\tShe was attempting to penetrate! “Sh-sh-sh-a-a-ack! Noo!” He had to resist *now* ”I won’t let you!” He held his position, holding still the potential sex attack.\n\n\tStruggle awaited after struggle, Seren’s pussy rubbing hot juices, sweating the hot cock within grasp of her snatch became the lubricant tool for her aggressive approach. “Let’s face it, I’m big, you are small. I am strong, you are weak. It's useless to struggle!” She laughed, rocking the tip of his cock against the resistance of the raccoon cub.\n\n\tShe was right, he quietly admitted. It was best to let her force him into sex, in silence he submitted…\n\n\t“NO!”\n\n\tHe used all his strength he could conjure, pulling his legs up to his chest, then locking them in with slippy arms around to keep safe his semen. There won’t be any for this demon! “Never!”\n\n\t\"Hey! Turtling is a cheap tactic!\" Seren crossed her arms in a trut, feeling this was anticlimactic. Pry after tug, shake after tussle, even with her bigger demeanor, this shell she could not muscle. \"I will get you yet!\" Seren Lestat was going to find a way to make him her pet. \n\n\tSeren Lestat left the room in a huff, knowing that his protective shell was going to be tough.\n\n\tGreg Benn was now alone to his thoughts, secretly, for this babysitter he had the hots. Young and bold, Greg Benn should not have given her a flower and told her she was gold. He confessed to her a crush, and ever since it's been a rush. Truly he wanted to remain a virgin, he was told once by a heart surgeon, 'Sex can be addictive, possibly on your life it could be restrictive! All you'll want is the next lay like a drug, seeking out a partner for your life like a thug!' Greg Benn did not want to be something of an addicted druggy on sex, this idea truly made him fear and vex.\n\n\tHe looked in the doorway, and there stood the corrupting bobcat baby sitter, Seren Lestat! She beheld a cain, and only wore a top hat! Off she went in her way, doing showmanship kicks up chest high and parading the hat in a fashion of happy and gay. \"With this cain, I will give you a good lay!\" She gave him a wink, surprised that he might like this kink.\n\n\tWhat was she doing? All this hassle, The babysitter was tearing down his castle. Membrane walls crumbling that was his will, Seren wants this thrill. \"If you do this...I'll cry!\" He whined as the bobcat slapped her thigh.\n\n\t\"Come now cannonball, I *know* you want this.\" The girl turned in about and shook her tits. \"All boys do, I'm trying to help you.\" Coming over to his side, she plopped the top hat on his head. His blush was cute and red.\n\n\tBut as she was about to pry the arms and legs off from protection mode, there was something that Greg Benn showed; surrender! Crying in a babble, the boy gave up and uncurled to let himself be beaten in this game of scrabble. \"I-I wanted to wait...I didn't want sex. I gave you that flower because I really liked you...for you! Not...this. Not like this.\" Turning his head aside, he was going to allow himself to be used as meat. \"Go ahead, but now...I don't think I want...w-want a relationship anymore…\" In the babysitter's game, he was finally beat.\n\n\tSeren Lestat...dropped the cain. Defeated, she teared up. She backed and with her hands on her mouth, she did cup. What has she done? \"You really didn't want this? I thought you were having fun. I'm…I'm...\" Shaking her head, she turned and left the room, leaving her victim on the bed.\n\n\tHow did she not see it before? All the struggle and crying galore. There was something he heard before, called...playing hard to get? He’d heard it on an old cassette. Perhaps he was sending mixed signals, and this is partially his fault. Greg Benn lay there, thinking of things as he cried salt.\n///////////////////////\n\nSeren Lestat had donned her clothing and wrapped herself in a blanket on a couch, eating ice cream. She replayed those horrendous violations while he screamed. In hindsight, she had done a terrible, terrible blight. At the moment it was a game; She thought all boys wanted sex to take, and wanted to share herself with her new boyfriend her personal cake. Though she only understood a few things about males, this boy was different when it came to riding the rails. Whimpering softly, she would never return here to babysit, after she finishes this banana split.\n\n\tThere was soft padding coming into the living room. This was her doom. She was going to hear how bad she was, and end up crying in her fuzz.\n\n\t“Seren?” Greg Benn said gently. He tried to get his babysitter to listen intently.\n\n\t\"O-oh, hey cannon...I mean, Greg.\" Though she was underage, she could go for a keg. \"I promise I'll leave you alone. You won't see me anymore.\"\n\n\t“Seren, I was told relationships are like a candy store. It’s a lot of hard work, but it’s sweet inside. Maybe we could...work together on this? I still really like you.”\n\n\tSeren Lestat sniffled. Her ice cream had a fudge drizzle. “Banana split?”\n\n\tSoon enough, the raccoon cub sat down next to her and shared dessert. He didn't want to be a pervert, just to take things slow. But he raised many questions and was about to try something new.\n\n\t“Seren, is it okay if I...touch you?” This caught her off guard. This was something she thought was barred. \n\n\t“But why? After what I did, don’t you hate me?” \n\n\t\"I thought I did at first, but then I remembered what my mom said once, 'Love between two people is a shared experience with the mutual accord, do what your heart tells you, it should not be ignored.' I guess she means that even though we won't always get along if we put in the effort, we can understand each other a little...and well, love certainly finds a way, right?\"\n\n\tFinishing the rest of their banana split, Seren Lestat gave in. \"Okay...you little corny cannonball, you win.\"\n\n\tThe raccoon opened the blanket-wrapped sitter, nervously scooted in, and made a titter. Seren's body heat wrapped around his toasted fur, kitty of preying fingers made a delighted purr.\n\n\t“Can I touch you...anywhere?” Greg Benn asked this one questionnaire.\n\n\t“You can touch me anywhere. You can tie me up in a snare, you can pour hot wax on my belly, You can fill me with your hot jelly, you can make me a stool, If you want to you can be cruel, I’ll do anything and everything you crave, but there is one condition; make me your sex slave. I feel bad, I feel horrible! I raped something so adorable! I’m your slave forever, what I did to you can be paid back never.”\n\n\t“Um...Okay. Here I go.” Greg Benn was not sure what it was like for someone else to owe. But he moved, and grabbed Seren Lestat’s hand, in his hand. “I want this to be right.” He gave a command.\n\n\t\"My hand?\" Seren Lestat was confused. With a brow of disappointment, she hoped she would be abused. \"You're a little cheeky!\" Her hopes went down to get freaky.\n\n\t\"What?! I like your hand. Am I not allowed to give it a grip?\" Even in this small action, Greg Benn's heart felt a skip.\n\n\t“Oh, It’s fine. I was hoping for something...more.” She hope she could get him to score.\n\n\t“Well...give me time, please. Maybe...maybe I’ll do more after I give your hand a squeeze.”\n\n\tSeren Lestat tried not to push her bounds, perhaps he will come along in a few rounds. \"Cannonball...you are a sweet boy. When you gave me that flower, I was so full of joy! But chasing you around, I took you for granted. There was something about you that made me feel enchanted. I wanted to give you my all! But...\" Seren Lestat looked sad, \"... instead, I made you bawl. If holding my hand makes you content, then I'm happy with the time spent.\"\n\n\t\"S-Seren...\" Greg Benn was in thought. He tried looking at everything he was taught. Will playing with the babysitter make him a sex freak? Yet, his heart told him other critiques. Did his mother not tell him to follow his heart? This is where he would make a new start.\n\n/\n\tGreg Benn smiled and lifted the covers by Seren's feet. He found her zipper and gave it a pull that was discreet. Head under coves, he gave her panties a lick.\n\n\t\"Nyah! C-cannonball, you're gonna want me to have your dick.\"\n\n\tMore and more the boy licked her panties, the soft cotton blossomed into tasteful candies. His tail wagged with an uproar, she was allowing him to explore. Be damned if he turned into a sex maniac, he’s not going to wait until the day he gets a heart attack.\n\n\tSeren the bobcat bit her lip. The boy's tongue went into a slip and did her heartbeat skip. \"Let me know if there is anything I can do for you. I want to make it up since I made you feel so blue!\"\n\n\tGreg nodded with enthusiasm, being pressed a frantic tongue, The pleasure of this sure was new since he was so young. But the boy dug and dug, found a new drug! Be damned if this causes him to use narcotics, but as long as he has Seren Lestat, he has his fix of erotics.\n\n\t\"N-now cannonball, we might need to get you off too, ya know. It's not F-aaah! F-fair if only I come, you might need a blow!\" Seren was tempted too hard to claw the couch, like hiding evidence of merriment into a pouch.\n\n\tGreg Benn had dug his tasters in and painted upwards. Licking her wonderful, and ticklish navel, past up the delicate tummy fur, between her breasts, up to one side of her neck. Greg Benn the Raccoon beheld the girl he crushed on, her emerald green eyes, sharp, and yet...submissive now. They were different eyes than he saw earlier. He looked deeper into Seren Lestat's eyes. They were childish. Almost...unsure? No. She just does not want to hurt him. A submissive fear of her power, that she has given up entirely to him. That sharpness in her eyes though, it had shown a fang of supremacy, she had used against his body not so long ago.\n\n\tBut now she was giving him her fangs of control, as if letting him get revenge to make her atoll. What if he gets abusive? What if he starts to hit, rape, and insert things into this now defenseless girl, things that are protrusive? What would that make him? Is it any better than when Seren Lestat raped him on his bed after forcing him to faint? There were now a lot of different emotions. He now recognized anger.\n\n\tSeren Lestat saw back into Greg Benn's brown-amber eyes. There was something brewing in those eyes. Seren Lestat grew smaller and meek. But as they stared each other down, Greg Benn drew closer, and closer. The raccoon child pounced on the bobcat teen, knocking her over as the girl gave no resistance at all, Greg Benn began to force kisses on Seren Lestat. One tiny paw grabbed her breast, the bright green tube top doing nothing to hide her fur but cringle under his perverted grasps. As the cub climbed on the teen babysitter, she gave gasps of molestation, so long as her boyfriend has fun with this new sensation!\n\n\tGreg Benn forced one of her red stretchy overall bands out as far as it could go. Stretching, stretching, snapping it won't be enough to have due what is owe. Pulling down the tube top the raccoon boy exposed breast, to swallow that boob whole is his new quest.\n\n\tThe teeth as they gnaw! The way he squeezes way too hard as playdoh through the claw. if this harsh treatment continues, milk could draw! \n\n\tGreg Benn forces his entire body down on her one boob with grasping palm grabbing areola to the knuckle. As he pressed into Seren Lestat's chest, her tits squashed outward while her other breast remains as untouched as wild honeysuckle.\n\n\tGreg Benn broke the button securing the strap! Tearing it off like gift wrap, he said, \"This broke. Whenever you're here you have to let me give your boobs a stroke.\"\n\n\t\"Yes Master.\" the babysitter Seren Lestat gave no quip no matter how hard he grabbed her fatty tissue, then the pain endured might lead to a fuck screw; or ground his teeth upon the areola and nipple tower. The tips are especially glistening hard from rough play overpower.\n\n\tGreg Benn found her breasts to be spongey and plump. Atop her areola was a hardening pink nipple lump. To him, her body was now sold. It was wanted that her breasts were rolled.", "writing_bbcode_parsed": ""Where is that little cannonball?" The babysitter bobcat called out.

"Where is that fun-sized snack? Where are youuuu? Come out, come out, come out wherever you are sprouuut!" She almost sang her words across the dining room table and house, about its noise rebounded across carpeted flooring to her blouse.

\tThe boy did not surrender his location. It was not to be in tonight’s negotiation!

\tSurely he did not want to be found. This did not detour the teen bobcat into finding her prey.

“I know you want seeeex!” She hollered with her mouth cupped to make herself even louder. “Come on out so you can bang my pussy!” With a snort she put her paws to her waist and laughed out loud, admitting to the whole house her intentions of screwing him, nice hot and juicy.

\tA small creak above her hair, she listened. He was there!

\t“I found you!”

\tThe baby sitter ran up the stairs in bashing thumps-a sharp turn to the right-slamming into the door with blazing speed, dragging a pair of legs out from under the bed in squirming bumps. “Boogy Boogy Boogy!”

\tAs soon as he was dragged out horribly from his hiding space, the raccoon boy in question was frightened out of his mind and fell unconscious into the girl’s embrace. “Baa-aa-aaw!~

\tThe bobcat wasted no time in lifting him up to the bed as if he were an equal spouse, dropping the body on the mattress in this house. Bouncing like fresh popcorn that took on too much heat and oil, Greg Benn, the fainting raccoon she was going to spoil.

\t“Let’s get nakie!”

\tSeren Lestat wore stretchy red overall bands hooked on the front, and back ends of a pair of light green shorts. Pink, with flower frillies, adorned her tube top, with a shade similar to the lightness of teenage trousers. Earrings of probable fake gold and a smile with white sharp teeth showed how eager she was to have her way with this charge.

\tGreg Benn, our protagonist also wore clothing that was going to be stripped off soon. Possibly raped, wearing nothing but full moon. Greg Benn wore a buckle belt! Fingers were already working the leather and metal to open the way for his pelt. Blue of Jeans like a good school skipper, tainted that it was now not his, but being pulled down by the zipper. Askew blue and white stripes of cotton made soft fabric scrunch under the paws of a great molesting noble, Greg Benn's shirt and the body was being touched excitedly while he was immobile.

\tWhile Seren Lestat pondered over the whitie tidies she had discovered in the child’s pants with clear intent, a brilliant idea came; she’ll make him consent! “Hey, wanna fuck!?” Her finger hovered then to her victim’s lips, and made them move as if talking as she uttered under her breath, “Ride me sideways like a buck.”

\tThe babysitter threw her hands into the air wildly and shrieked, "YAY! You won't need these." Seren Lestat gave a quick tug at his knickers, pulling the undies down to expose his pecker. "And I won't need this." The left red bungee-like strap scootched down her arm with a giddy little pep.

\tGreg Benn was cheated! The boy roused feeling that his back was seated. What was this to blame? What trickery was this girl doing to his shame?! "Stop…" His voice was weak under the cloud of doom, freedom, please! Was there any Greg Benn could seek?

\t"Or this one." The rightmost bungee strap of red color was pulled away from her shoulder then let go. Crack! It snapped back sharply as she giggled and shoved it ways away from her arm.

\tThere was resistance. Not wanting to be a sex addict, Greg Benn pushed her hands to the side, trying to keep her from touching his private parts and turning him into a convict. "Nooo…" But his babysitter only laughed and kept moving her paws towards his privates, each time he'd slap them away in a push. "Ungh, stooopaah…nooo."

\t"Come on cannonball, let's play a puzzle game!" Seren Lestat got on top of this raccoon child with her body pinning him down. She quickly unzipped herself, but still buttoned up. "Like a hide'n'seek puzzle game."

\t"I don't wanna. Get off me!" Greg Benn struggled. She was right in his face, he could not move, he could not defend himself, on the bottom, there was too much to be juggled.

\t"What goes into what, do ya know?" Seren Lestat's smile grew wide and corrupt, their noses touching with the sexual tension about too abrupt.

\t"Noo-Mph!" It was too late. Greg Benn had taken the bait. With the sly babysitter's question in the air, She kissed him without care. Greg Benn cried and turned his head. In Greg Benn's mouth their tongues have been tied, raccoons prison became the bed. Thrashing about again with his head to escape, to be free! But alas, Greg Benn was stuck there like scotch tape.

\tSeren Lestat only smiled when he thrashed his head, his face was blushed, a color of cherry red. Tongues still tied and touching one another in what belonged to the babysitter, she counted to the number twenty. She humped his body adoringly with her opened zipper in a silly way, with giggles aplenty. Fingers drew to the side of his head and felt to play with his nice fuzzy ears. Opening her eyes though, Seren saw the boy she was taking care of was crying tears.

\t“It’s okay,” She said in a calming way, her tongue slicked out of his mouth for the time being. “It’s only sex.”

\tGreg Benn watched with horror as this girl pushed her tube top down, exposing her bra to him. "Ah!-I-I don't wanna have sex." He pleaded. "Please, Please don't make me have sex!" The child raccoon covered his eyes and cried. She was going to turn him into a personal bike ride.

\t“Ooooh...” The older girl chided, “But we haven’t finished the puzzle yet.” scheming of screwing the boy, this was dead set. “Let’s uncover your eyes, You’ll like it.”

\tGreg Benn shook his head. “I like you, but I can’t!” The minor tried his best to explain, “I don’t wanna be hooked on seeeex!” Wailing in a cry, was there anything thing he could do to make her abstain?
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\tPerversion!

\tThe warmth of warm air arose cloud in the atmosphere, wafting, dripping, waiting for the slench of his cock into the hole. Since those hands moved away to block his eyes against incoming sex attacks, decided it was time to make Greg Been, pay his toll. Doing him was so close, his warm cock slid through the zipper pouch to lay rest against the fabric that could only belong to panty.

\tShe was attempting to penetrate! “Sh-sh-sh-a-a-ack! Noo!” He had to resist *now* ”I won’t let you!” He held his position, holding still the potential sex attack.

\tStruggle awaited after struggle, Seren’s pussy rubbing hot juices, sweating the hot cock within grasp of her snatch became the lubricant tool for her aggressive approach. “Let’s face it, I’m big, you are small. I am strong, you are weak. It's useless to struggle!” She laughed, rocking the tip of his cock against the resistance of the raccoon cub.

\tShe was right, he quietly admitted. It was best to let her force him into sex, in silence he submitted…

\t“NO!”

\tHe used all his strength he could conjure, pulling his legs up to his chest, then locking them in with slippy arms around to keep safe his semen. There won’t be any for this demon! “Never!”

\t"Hey! Turtling is a cheap tactic!" Seren crossed her arms in a trut, feeling this was anticlimactic. Pry after tug, shake after tussle, even with her bigger demeanor, this shell she could not muscle. "I will get you yet!" Seren Lestat was going to find a way to make him her pet.

\tSeren Lestat left the room in a huff, knowing that his protective shell was going to be tough.

\tGreg Benn was now alone to his thoughts, secretly, for this babysitter he had the hots. Young and bold, Greg Benn should not have given her a flower and told her she was gold. He confessed to her a crush, and ever since it's been a rush. Truly he wanted to remain a virgin, he was told once by a heart surgeon, 'Sex can be addictive, possibly on your life it could be restrictive! All you'll want is the next lay like a drug, seeking out a partner for your life like a thug!' Greg Benn did not want to be something of an addicted druggy on sex, this idea truly made him fear and vex.

\tHe looked in the doorway, and there stood the corrupting bobcat baby sitter, Seren Lestat! She beheld a cain, and only wore a top hat! Off she went in her way, doing showmanship kicks up chest high and parading the hat in a fashion of happy and gay. "With this cain, I will give you a good lay!" She gave him a wink, surprised that he might like this kink.

\tWhat was she doing? All this hassle, The babysitter was tearing down his castle. Membrane walls crumbling that was his will, Seren wants this thrill. "If you do this...I'll cry!" He whined as the bobcat slapped her thigh.

\t"Come now cannonball, I *know* you want this." The girl turned in about and shook her tits. "All boys do, I'm trying to help you." Coming over to his side, she plopped the top hat on his head. His blush was cute and red.

\tBut as she was about to pry the arms and legs off from protection mode, there was something that Greg Benn showed; surrender! Crying in a babble, the boy gave up and uncurled to let himself be beaten in this game of scrabble. "I-I wanted to wait...I didn't want sex. I gave you that flower because I really liked you...for you! Not...this. Not like this." Turning his head aside, he was going to allow himself to be used as meat. "Go ahead, but now...I don't think I want...w-want a relationship anymore…" In the babysitter's game, he was finally beat.

\tSeren Lestat...dropped the cain. Defeated, she teared up. She backed and with her hands on her mouth, she did cup. What has she done? "You really didn't want this? I thought you were having fun. I'm…I'm..." Shaking her head, she turned and left the room, leaving her victim on the bed.

\tHow did she not see it before? All the struggle and crying galore. There was something he heard before, called...playing hard to get? He’d heard it on an old cassette. Perhaps he was sending mixed signals, and this is partially his fault. Greg Benn lay there, thinking of things as he cried salt.
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Seren Lestat had donned her clothing and wrapped herself in a blanket on a couch, eating ice cream. She replayed those horrendous violations while he screamed. In hindsight, she had done a terrible, terrible blight. At the moment it was a game; She thought all boys wanted sex to take, and wanted to share herself with her new boyfriend her personal cake. Though she only understood a few things about males, this boy was different when it came to riding the rails. Whimpering softly, she would never return here to babysit, after she finishes this banana split.

\tThere was soft padding coming into the living room. This was her doom. She was going to hear how bad she was, and end up crying in her fuzz.

\t“Seren?” Greg Benn said gently. He tried to get his babysitter to listen intently.

\t"O-oh, hey cannon...I mean, Greg." Though she was underage, she could go for a keg. "I promise I'll leave you alone. You won't see me anymore."

\t“Seren, I was told relationships are like a candy store. It’s a lot of hard work, but it’s sweet inside. Maybe we could...work together on this? I still really like you.”

\tSeren Lestat sniffled. Her ice cream had a fudge drizzle. “Banana split?”

\tSoon enough, the raccoon cub sat down next to her and shared dessert. He didn't want to be a pervert, just to take things slow. But he raised many questions and was about to try something new.

\t“Seren, is it okay if I...touch you?” This caught her off guard. This was something she thought was barred.

\t“But why? After what I did, don’t you hate me?”

\t"I thought I did at first, but then I remembered what my mom said once, 'Love between two people is a shared experience with the mutual accord, do what your heart tells you, it should not be ignored.' I guess she means that even though we won't always get along if we put in the effort, we can understand each other a little...and well, love certainly finds a way, right?"

\tFinishing the rest of their banana split, Seren Lestat gave in. "Okay...you little corny cannonball, you win."

\tThe raccoon opened the blanket-wrapped sitter, nervously scooted in, and made a titter. Seren's body heat wrapped around his toasted fur, kitty of preying fingers made a delighted purr.

\t“Can I touch you...anywhere?” Greg Benn asked this one questionnaire.

\t“You can touch me anywhere. You can tie me up in a snare, you can pour hot wax on my belly, You can fill me with your hot jelly, you can make me a stool, If you want to you can be cruel, I’ll do anything and everything you crave, but there is one condition; make me your sex slave. I feel bad, I feel horrible! I raped something so adorable! I’m your slave forever, what I did to you can be paid back never.”

\t“Um...Okay. Here I go.” Greg Benn was not sure what it was like for someone else to owe. But he moved, and grabbed Seren Lestat’s hand, in his hand. “I want this to be right.” He gave a command.

\t"My hand?" Seren Lestat was confused. With a brow of disappointment, she hoped she would be abused. "You're a little cheeky!" Her hopes went down to get freaky.

\t"What?! I like your hand. Am I not allowed to give it a grip?" Even in this small action, Greg Benn's heart felt a skip.

\t“Oh, It’s fine. I was hoping for something...more.” She hope she could get him to score.

\t“Well...give me time, please. Maybe...maybe I’ll do more after I give your hand a squeeze.”

\tSeren Lestat tried not to push her bounds, perhaps he will come along in a few rounds. "Cannonball...you are a sweet boy. When you gave me that flower, I was so full of joy! But chasing you around, I took you for granted. There was something about you that made me feel enchanted. I wanted to give you my all! But..." Seren Lestat looked sad, "... instead, I made you bawl. If holding my hand makes you content, then I'm happy with the time spent."

\t"S-Seren..." Greg Benn was in thought. He tried looking at everything he was taught. Will playing with the babysitter make him a sex freak?  Yet, his heart told him other critiques. Did his mother not tell him to follow his heart? This is where he would make a new start.

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\tGreg Benn smiled and lifted the covers by Seren's feet. He found her zipper and gave it a pull that was discreet. Head under coves, he gave her panties a lick.

\t"Nyah! C-cannonball, you're gonna want me to have your dick."

\tMore and more the boy licked her panties, the soft cotton blossomed into tasteful candies. His tail wagged with an uproar, she was allowing him to explore. Be damned if he turned into a sex maniac, he’s not going to wait until the day he gets a heart attack.

\tSeren the bobcat bit her lip. The boy's tongue went into a slip and did her heartbeat skip. "Let me know if there is anything I can do for you. I want to make it up since I made you feel so blue!"

\tGreg nodded with enthusiasm, being pressed a frantic tongue, The pleasure of this sure was new since he was so young. But the boy dug and dug, found a new drug! Be damned if this causes him to use narcotics, but as long as he has Seren Lestat, he has his fix of erotics.

\t"N-now cannonball, we might need to get you off too, ya know. It's not F-aaah! F-fair if only I come, you might need a blow!" Seren was tempted too hard to claw the couch, like hiding evidence of merriment into a pouch.

\tGreg Benn had dug his tasters in and painted upwards. Licking her wonderful, and ticklish navel, past up the delicate tummy fur, between her breasts, up to one side of her neck. Greg Benn the Raccoon beheld the girl he crushed on, her emerald green eyes, sharp, and yet...submissive now. They were different eyes than he saw earlier. He looked deeper into Seren Lestat's eyes. They were childish. Almost...unsure? No. She just does not want to hurt him. A submissive fear of her power, that she has given up entirely to him. That sharpness in her eyes though, it had shown a fang of supremacy, she had used against his body not so long ago.

\tBut now she was giving him her fangs of control, as if letting him get revenge to make her atoll. What if he gets abusive? What if he starts to hit, rape, and insert things into this now defenseless girl, things that are protrusive? What would that make him? Is it any better than when Seren Lestat raped him on his bed after forcing him to faint? There were now a lot of different emotions. He now recognized anger.

\tSeren Lestat saw back into Greg Benn's brown-amber eyes. There was something brewing in those eyes. Seren Lestat grew smaller and meek. But as they stared each other down, Greg Benn drew closer, and closer. The raccoon child pounced on the bobcat teen, knocking her over as the girl gave no resistance at all, Greg Benn began to force kisses on Seren Lestat. One tiny paw grabbed her breast, the bright green tube top doing nothing to hide her fur but cringle under his perverted grasps. As the cub climbed on the teen babysitter, she gave gasps of molestation, so long as her boyfriend has fun with this new sensation!

\tGreg Benn forced one of her red stretchy overall bands out as far as it could go. Stretching, stretching, snapping it won't be enough to have due what is owe. Pulling down the tube top the raccoon boy exposed breast, to swallow that boob whole is his new quest.

\tThe teeth as they gnaw! The way he squeezes way too hard as playdoh through the claw. if this harsh treatment continues, milk could draw!

\tGreg Benn forces his entire body down on her one boob with grasping palm grabbing areola to the knuckle. As he pressed into Seren Lestat's chest, her tits squashed outward while her other breast remains as untouched as wild honeysuckle.

\tGreg Benn broke the button securing the strap! Tearing it off like gift wrap, he said, "This broke. Whenever you're here you have to let me give your boobs a stroke."

\t"Yes Master." the babysitter Seren Lestat gave no quip no matter how hard he grabbed her fatty tissue, then the pain endured might lead to a fuck screw; or ground his teeth upon the areola and nipple tower. The tips are especially glistening hard from rough play overpower.

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