Maxwell responded to the newspaper ad immediately. 

	~

	He scoured through a local paper's classifieds in hopes of landing an odd-job, something to help pay off a recurring debt and to grant himself a little physical labor. Max knew there was nothing wrong with working oneself into a sweat. He knew this because his father, Harper, always talked about earning one's ploughshare by way of dedicated work ethic. Max's dad always insisted that nobody ever made it big by sitting around on their asses pulling their puds to Baywatch re-runs all day long, he'd say that any man worth their weight in spit and shit out to handle working hard not just for themselves, but for their families. Max's dad, of course, also brutally molested and raped Maxwell until his early teens, mostly out of contempt against the young shepcoon for a hit-and-run incident that cost his younger raccoon brother Jordan his own life.

	For years after, the young shepcoon's declining health situation got so bad that he developed an ugly onset of hemorrhoids from being penetrated far too hard and often up his anus by dear old daddy. Max's explosive response came in the form of a shotgun blast through his father's chest, which landed him in a corrupt youth correctional facility, where he was further raped and tormented by the older cubs who'd withstood time itself.

	Max was bailed out at last and mended back to proper health by his future mentor, partner in crime and father figure Antonio Sciorrenzo. Max was grateful beyond his years but also brokenhearted to learn about his only direct relative, his mother, having perished from an eight-ball overdose, courtesy of his own substance-abusing father's influence. 

	No matter how often he tried to remember the positive side of things, the same old horrors he'd witnessed and seen first-hand were unspeakable in nature and always festered deeper within. Eventually, his childhood memories regressed into an unspeakable black void. Max watched younger cubs than himself get sexually abused while staying in the correctional facility for misguided anthro youth, all broken beyond repair. Yet at the same time, he also felt a weird sense of heightened arousal and bitter envy for those who received brutal unwanted love, even the very most aggressive and non-consensual kind. Deep down, Maxwell only wanted to love and be loved in return, to compensate for all his father had stolen from him which he'd held so dear.

	This is why Max latched onto the newspaper ad immediately, posted by someone named Borus Steelfist. Max thought the name sounded like something a superhero's arch-nemesis would be addressed by, but decided to take a chance regardless, a pure shot in the dark. He called in response and arranged a date and time for his arrival to the listed work-site. He was set to assist with post-hole digging on a Sunday, perfect timing. Max had worked on post-hole digging in the past with his own abusive father, so he wasn't a stranger to the process. Besides, the ad had also promised a substantial payout. No way would he pass up such an opportunity to make a little extra cash-on-the-side.

	~

	Upon arriving at the listed address, Max walked towards a large verandah that spanned around a quaint Dutch Colonial house, quaint and modest in design and well up kept. A large elder grizzly bear anthro sat upright perched upon a lawn chair watched the shepcoon with slightly judgmental eyes. Max reached up and shook hand-paws with the stoic gentlefur, feeling immediately intimidated, for he knew this bear-man could easily have crushed his entire arm in his grip if he so felt the urge or inclination to do so. 

	"Maxwell's my name, sir." Max said.

	"Boris." Replied the anthro bear. He nodded and cocked his head towards a pre-assembled line of round oak-wood fence posts laid out in a bundle, spanning the home's outermost property. Max knew there'd be work involved, but wasn't aware of just how much there would be until then. 

	"Let's begin." Borus said, voice low and croupy. He hoisted himself up with a small grunt and handed Max a plastic bottle of icy-cool water, reflecting bright glints of sunlight back into his eyes. Max suspected Borus been through a lot in his lifetime. When he shook hand-paws with the bear-man, he sensed a certain fighter's posterity in the bear-anthro's solid stony demeanor. Maxwell didn't have to be a proper sports enthusiast to recognize that Borus Steelfist possessed an extensive background in world-class fighting. The championship rings adorning his deep-knuckled hand-paws explained plenty enough to him if the Ursidae qualities haven't done so already. Max nodded and smiled, trembling with nerves but hiding his intimidation nevertheless.

	"My pleasure! I'm happy to be of assistance to you today, sir. Your home is very nice! Do you know when it was built, precisely?" 

	Borus grunted and curved his eyebrows in response with a subtle nod and a sustained shrug of his shoulders, nothing more. 

	Max realized the grand stoicism this bear-anthro emphasized and decided against any further small talk, unless he deemed it absolutely necessary. Large and cumbersome, arms spackled with various cuts and scars from his extensive fighter's past, Boris lumbered from the patio and reached down to pick up a post-hole digger. He handed it to Maxwell then bent over and picked up a small spade, brushing off excess dirt from the mini-shovel's sharp puncturing surface. The work took no more than an hour's time. The sky was overcast with a cool autumn breeze blowing in from the west, which made the work much more manageable. Max probably couldn't handle working under harsh overheated conditions, not without a steady supply of water close by at hand, which he silently thanked Boris for. 

	~

	After the fence posts had been propped up and secured in place with concrete, Max and Borus took a moment to recuperate, returning back to the porch to sit and hydrate. Borus rubbed dirt and grime off his brow with a dry hand-towel tucked away in a leather utility belt wrapped around his waist. The bear gave Maxwell a close observatory glance, from head to toe. His mind seemed to be racing with questions, some of which Maxwell may have had answers for, though he couldn't possibly know for sure. Then the large bear-man talked to him, which shocked Maxwell - he'd gone for over an hour without so much as a clearing of his throat.

	"Got a girlfriend?" The elder grizzly asked him. Max snickered and shook his head, caught off guard by such a random question.

	No bud, but I've got plenty of abused boyfriends back at my old home, care to write their numbers down? I'm sure you could show 'em a good time. Maxwell thought, yet dare not say out loud.

	"No, not exactly. I'm still single, still unclaimed. I like to think it's a safer route than to commit to another person and all the baggage they're bound to carry with them, catch my drift?" Max said in response. He rubbed at his own onyx-blackened shepcoon brow, brushing white fur follicles with his hand-paws as he rubbed at his eyes, squinting shut tight against the rigorous bright glaring sun that carved through a late-evening overcast sky. Cumulous clouds bundled in the long-distant horizon, conveying a heavenly sight to behold. The sun would be setting very soon, Maxwell predicted.

	Borus nodded. He took a long sip of water from his own plastic bottle and stretched his arms up high over his head while sitting in place, popping and cracking tendons. Max thought his joints sounded like tree branches snapping under dead-weight. From a corner of his hazel-hued left eye, Max saw a white presence hovering behind a shut screen door leading into the main foyer of the house. He thought nothing of it, merely excusing it as a passing shadow, nothing more. Then the presence stepped through the doorway and Maxwell's eyes averted to the cutest young feline cub-girl he'd ever seen in his entire young adult life. Not even the most effeminate male cubs in the boarding school looked as cute as this girl had looked to him. Maxwell's heart began to pace furiously and he felt a dizzying sensation rupture in his head, spread down throughout his body, vibrate through his limbs and settle into his crotch. My God, he wondered if he wasn't feeling a profound sense of arousal over the kitten girl standing before his very sight.

	"Ah, Sarana." Borus said to the young feline. She glanced towards Maxwell, fluttering her eyes in a nuanced flirtatious manner. Suddenly Max wanted to get to know her a lot better, his heart was over-encumbered with attraction for her. All other thought had escaped from his mind, including whether or not Borus even had any biological children of his own. Though she didn't look exactly relative to him, Max sensed a father-daughter bond immediately between them and felt a twinge of jealousy spike at his heart. He wished he could be her father-figure mentor.

	"Hi, Mr. B! And who are you, Mr. Raccoon-guy?" The young feline asked with a curious grin on her face, curving her cheeks in a cat-like manner, positively radiant, turquoise-blue eyes brimming with youthful intrigue. Max blushed beneath his fur, cheek tufts simmering with bashful heat. He felt as if his heart would melt if he stared at her any longer.

	"Shepcoon, actually. My name is Max! Pleasure to meet you." Max said. He held his hand-paw out to shake in greeting response and Sarana placed her tail on his wrist, wrapping it around his palm. She giggled and covered her snout, shaking hand-to-tail with a unique hybrid stranger. She looked out to the fence posts and gasped, eyes widening. 

	"Oooh, you finished the job. So you helped Mr. Borus? How nice of you! That means I can play soccer and hide-n-seek and tag and-"

	"Relax." Borus grunted. Sarana giggled and ran to leap off the deck. Max watched as she spun in twirling circular motions upon a healthy jade-green front yard lawn turf, petite foot-paws carving shapes into patches of grass blades, looking Maxwell dead-on the entire time. Max gulped slightly, feeling a bit nervous and under the gun. He nodded and raised his water bottle, bopping it against the smooth plastic held by Borus Steelfist and smirking in defiance. Sarana returned back to the porch and ran up to Max, propping herself against his lawn chair's armrest.

	"You have any friends my age, Mister Max?" Sarana asked him. Max shook his head and chuckled aloud. What could he say? Yes, he had friends younger than her still living in the cub prison from whence he had been bailed out from, care to meet and greet some new playmates? He didn't think it would sound polite or promising to say such a thing in front of a fifty-three-year-old grizzly bear anthro with the scars to prove his dominance in the world-class anthro fighting industry. Max realized that any wrong or false statement he said could usher in a heavy beat-down at the expense of protecting her genuine moral interests.

	"Not too many, to be honest." Max replied, taking a fresh sip of water and re-capping the bottle. Sarana nodded and walked along the edge of the patio deck, holding onto an iron handlebar. She wore a cute fluffy white dress with a billowy skirt. On the dress were stenciled shapes of umbrellas and rain boots, a cute and wholesome opposing contrast to the evening's oncoming sunny twilit heat. "How about you guys? Do either of you happen to know very many anthros my age?"

	Borus shook his head amicably and Sarana laughed aloud. "Of course not! But what if we did? Wouldn't that be interesting, Mr. Borus?" Sarana asked. Max realized that he couldn't take his eyes off her, no matter how hard he tried.

	"Interesting." Borus agreed, nodding in acknowledgement while considering such a possibility in deadpan silence. After a brief sustained moment of zoning out in potent thought, Borus looked at Sarana with full attentive concentration.

	"Hungry?" Borus asked the adorable energetic young feline. She giggled and nodded, rubbing her belly in a comical fashion.

	"I'm soooo hungry! Can't wait to eat! Are we serving the steak tonight?" Sarana asked, foot-paws plopping down upon hard-glazed oak wood planks with each short-gaited step. Max snickered at her, finding her vibrant attentiveness nothing short of adorable.

	"Sure." Borus replied with a funny smirk on one corner of his rippled bear-man's thick blackened lips. He hoisted himself off his seat and proceeded to walk back inside but not without stopping first to glance over at Maxwell. "Staying over?"

	Max glanced at Boris, then at Sarana. She nodded with excitement and Max shrugged, knowing he'd been hungry even before starting the work. Now he was famished and felt ravenous, though he did his best to hide his cravings out of respect.

	"Ooh, thank you kindly. I think I'll take you up on that offer. A steak dinner does sound like a tasty treat!" Max said, drooling slightly in response to a savory meal.

	"Good." Borus said. He walked past Sarana and rubbed her head gently, fluffing up her tuft of ruby-red hair on her cute kitten's head. She purred in response to her pseudo-father's subtle touch and Boris Steelfist stepped through the home's front-side doorway, letting the screen door swing shut on its own as he disappeared out of sight into the kitchen to begin dinner preparations.

	~

	When Borus had gone back inside, Max could hear rummaging through the kitchen, sounds of Boris retrieve various wares and ingredients to help provide a flavorful marinate unto a proposed tenderloin cut. It was at this moment when Sarana walked casually over to Maxwell and started to play with one of his dreadlocks, like a cute little kitten pawing at a string of yarn. Her curiosity must had gotten the best of her. Max chuckled and adjusted to a curve-shouldered angle, allowing her to continue.

	"This hair is weird. But pretty. It feels spongey, like those pool noodles I like playing with sometimes. How did you do this, Mister Max?" Sarana asked him. Maxwell could smell a very potent, cloying scent emanating from her. Was it her breath? He didn't think so. He wondered if she didn't happen to be enduring a robust phase of fertile heat deep down, a burst of youthful sexuality heightened to an improbable degree. He reached up and twirled at another dreadlock on his head, joining in on her small act of fun. She snickered at him.

	"I didn't do this, actually. It was my own mentor's idea. He thinks it looks good on me for some reason. I help him out by offering a stylish presentation or something, though I couldn't really say for sure. I don't argue with my mentor though because he yells at me if I do." Max said. Sarana's eyes widened and she gasped, jaw agape. She discovered the stigma of verbally abusive men from a disturbing video she watched online accidentally once while Borus was busy working outside.

	"That's scary. Borus never yells at me. He never yells at all. I've never even heard him say more than four, maybe even five sentences at once. He's a very quiet grizzly-man." Sarana said, looking off into the distant horizon, face reflective of her statement. Max realized how lonely she must have been and wondered if she had any siblings or close friends nearby. "He's a very nice grizzly-man though, even if he never talks a lot. He saved me, y'know. A bunch of older men tried to fuck me a long time ago in the city and Borus saved me. They looked so silly! He beat them up so bad they began to cry for their moms! Have you ever been saved like that before? Do you have parents still, Mister Max? Maybe a brother or a younger sister?"

	Maxwell could feel his heart barreling away through his T-shirt. Did she just say what he thought she did? Max could hardly believe his own ears but refused to placate to her devious ways, so he maintained stability and shook his head with a downtrodden whistle. 

	"That's scary. But I'm glad he saved you. And no, I don't have a mom or a dad anymore, unfortunately." Or a kid brother, but the less he revealed to this random adorable young feline anthro girl, the better. What else could he possibly say? What, did it feel weird to get man-handled and violated by those men? Were you aroused by their aggressive advances, kiddo? Has Borus ever made any moves on you like that, perhaps? At that crazy size-playing visual, Max felt an awkward unplanned erection begin to take shape beneath his work jeans and he cursed himself for impromptu timing.

	"Oh God, not now, fuck..." Max whispered aloud. Sarana cocked her head at an angle, speculating his hushed statement.

	"What's wrong?" Sarana asked with pondering curiosity, nose closer to his muzzle than ever before, still playing with one of his blonde dreadlocks. Maxwell got another deep-inhaled whiff of her potent youthful aroma and became aroused, heightened by her charming yet impeding presence. Sarana wan't privy to personal head-space. Her flirtatious urges came to a peak when she stepped back and flashed herself at Max, playing naughty peek-a-boo with him. She briefly lifted up her skirt, flashing a bare exposed groin at him, tiny young vagina damp with sweat and glistening with a hot pink hue. He saw a small mound of fuzzy white fur nestled between her ivory white cat-girl legs just above her clitoral hood and his arousal quickly grew to dangerous proportions. The only minge he'd gazed upon up close had always been seen in porno magazines.

	She was teasing him while her mentor was busy inside the kitchen of their refurbished rural home, preparing a savory steak dinner. Max was perplexed and astonished by her taboo charm and voyeuristic notions, embarrassed and horrified over the prospects of being discovered, walked in on and exposed by the adult of the household. Max had only wanted to help Borus out and make a quick dollar or two, little did he know of this adorable young complication to his overall sexual stability.

	"What are you doing?" He asked, knowing damn-well what she was doing, but opted to play out this subtle lapse of young passionate discovery with benign ignorance afloat. Max had hoped and begged that she wouldn't stop. Deep down, he hoped that she would continue to flash herself at him, to tease him and prod at his predatory urges with merciless repetition. 

	"Nothiiiiiiiing..." Sarana said, voice lilting into adorable hysteria. She giggle-snorted and walked in a sultry stride over to Max. She turned around and before Max could say another word, Sarana plopped her petite kitten-cub's body down on his lap without warning. Max's bottled water fell from his hand-paw, bouncing upon the polished wooden surface of the deck. She pressed her body up against his, feeling her butt snug in place upon his lap. Max inhaled deep as Sarana reached down to fondle at his bulge with concise determination. In response, he reached his arm around her chest and dragged his hand-paw against her belly. He didn't even think about his actions, acting out upon pure uninhibited impulse. She moaned at his soft, sensual touch as his hand-paw dragged further up her belly, tucking beneath a folded hem on her adorable autumn-time dress. He fondled at her neck and chest, pinching small nubs to stimulate her senses. Sarana's undeveloped breasts felt luscious, nipples firm and rigid - very healthy overall for a young feline her age. 

	Sarana gasped and giggled with a naughty edge beneath her breath, grinding and swirling against Maxwell's shepcoon lap in a teasing fashion, gifting the young dog hybrid a cub's lap-dance. From inside, Max heard a clattering of pots and pans, drawers sliding open and shelves closing shut. He hoped that Borus wasn't searching for a butcher knife to kill the perverted bastard feeling up the young cat-girl who had been taken into the grizzly bear anthro's own protective custody.

	But of course, he also knew that his anxiety-ridden mind could make up all sorts of horrific uncertainties. 

	~

	"Mister Borus beat the tar out of those men, you know. He made them cry for their mommies. Wild stuff. But before he did, they did this sort of thing with me. To be honest..." Sarana paused, offering a brief sustained moment of silent foreplay with Max. She craned her head back and rubbed her cheek against his fuzzy shepcoon neck, licking at his chin. "...I didn't want them to stop. Even though they acted very scary and said lots of swear words. They may have hurt me, but they may have also made me feel really good, too. Can you make me feel good, Mister Max?" She asked him, whispering softly into his twitching upright German shepherd's ear.

	Sarana licked at Max's snout and grabbed hold of his boob-fondling wrist, squeezing his hand-paw tight in her grip. Her other hand-paw was still rummaging against his groin and Max finally decided to give into temptation, knowing damn-well the risk such an act posed against not only towards himself but to her and others as well. Max risked a severe beat-down from Borus and prominent criminal charges from the proper authorities as he pinched at her small undeveloped nipples. She squirmed in his lap, feeling a heightened sense of arousal flood over her body. Though she was very young, she wasn't a stranger to sexual satisfaction. Even at an early age, she was exposed to the vices of self-pleasure and masturbation, often lying flat on her belly beneath a blanket in the dark of Boris's studious country homestead living room, watching cartoons and fingering herself numb and moist, fantasizing weird sexual fantasies with Fritz the Cat and Sylvester from the Looney Tunes, among many other childhood fantasies. A favored pastime of her not-too-distant upbringing. 

	"Mmm, that feels good." Sarana whispered. Her whiskers tickled Max's earlobe and he felt his erection grow past his pant-leg. He also felt his shepcoon knot swell at the base of his groin, but ever-so-slightly. She turned her head towards him, bright red hair dragging against his shoulder and they poked their noses together. She smiled wide and tickled her whiskers against his own. Max puckered his lips and kissed her on the cheek, then veered towards kissing her mouth. Their lips touched and her tongue was pressed against his in an instant, savoring a seductive wet sloppy exchange of saliva. He began to thrust without thinking twice about it, bouncing her upon his lap. He felt his dick press against her youthful bum and she yelped and purred in response, trying like mad-crazy not to cry out too loud. She also didn't want Borus to hear what was happening on the deck between the young anthros. The less he was made aware of, the better. He covered her mouth with his hand-paw to muffle her moaning and she licked his leathery hand-paw digits, caressing his grip with loving candor.

	"Mister Max, when those men attacked me, they all said they'd love to fuck my pussy raw. What's a pussy? I thought we were called that, like a nickname. Is that what they meant, that they wanted to, uh... 'do' me? And why raw? What does raw have to do with anything?"

	Max couldn't comprehend the words to reply to her adorable and blissfully innocent childish questioning, so he instead buried his tongue deeper into her succulent young kitten's mouth, drowning into her with deep heated passion. They broke their kiss and she stood up, hoisting her bum free from his lap. Max exhaled and cupped his groin to sustain the raging hard-on that had erected a very obvious tent-pole in his jeans. Sarana ventured to run around the corner of the deck, then stopped and beckoned at Max to follow her, bending her index finger towards her and wiggling her shoulders. He couldn't possibly resist an invitation from this cutie, not after going as far as he did with her. He took great care not to run too fast along the porch, opting to take small secluded steps towards her. Sarana continued to flash herself to Maxwell, exposing a youthful vagina that he'd only dreamed about in his wildest fantasies. He often rubbed one out in the cub's detention center, begging for a means of escape from the perjury of his own rapists, even if it meant having to fuck another, as opposed to becoming the fucked one often.

	"Come get me, doggy! Woof woof!" She said, reaching down to spread her vulva, exposing youthful vaginal folds to Max. She was teasing him to high holy heaven and enjoying every moment of it. His arousal nearly caused his heart to implode upon itself as he followed close behind her, urging himself not to act too far out of line if it could be helped. She would eventually tease him to the grave if he didn't act responsibly. Maybe she was just screwing with him a bit, youthful shenanigans, which he'd react towards in a favorable and respective manner, maintaining his dignity and hers as well.

	~

	All at once, his dignity became a lesser priority.

	Sarana pulled her dress clean off her body, right over her shoulders, to expose herself fully unto him. By then, they'd ran upon a small supply shed nestled right behind the house, lined with various digging tools. Max hoped Borus didn't need to return a pickaxe or a spade to this closet, for if he did, he'd most likely stumble upon the hired helping hand shagging his feline underage pseudo-daughter balls-deep. Max didn't even suspect the situation would boil down to such intense and rigorous heated lengths, but he also never imagined his own father could sleep at night, knowing how frequently he'd be apt to rape and violate his own son.

	Sarana rolled her cute summer dress into a bundled ball of cloth and threw it at him, swinging the shed door open to rush inside a cool shaded confined space. Max caught her dress in his hand-pawed grip and sniffed the article of clothing deep, wallowing in the potent scent of her young cub-girl's estrus. The scent of her hormones, accompanied by a slight vinegary scent of urine, drove him wild and he too began to strip down, removing his work-shirt in a blazing fast display of excessive speed, hanging it off a nearby meathook dangling from a rusty chain. 

	Max watched as Sarana hoisted herself upon a large wooden stump which doubled as a step-stool in the supply shed and spread her legs, wagging her ruby-red tail and curling her cute pink toe-paws, pitch-black fur upon her feet, legs shimmering with ivory-white fur, fluffy and soft. Her neck maintained a similar black-furred hue similar to her foot-paws. She kicked a small patch of dirt around beneath her feet, producing swirling dust motes. An angular ray of twilit sunset burned orange, red and vermillion into the shed, illuminating the swirling motes floating before Maxwell's line of sight. Sarana's bright turquoise-blue eyes glanced upon Maxwell with hunger and wanton intent. She beckoned unto him more, inviting him to come closer and have at her however he saw fit. The inside of the shed sweltered with dense late-summer heat, causing Max to pant slightly, despite nearly stripping himself naked before her.

	"Aren't you worried about Borus catching us like this?" Max asked the horny young kitten, folding their clothing with sloppy haste and placing their linens down on a nearby wooden countertop, beside a cast-iron vise-grip teeming with rust, part of a large workbench that occupied roughly a third of the shed itself. "What if he kills me and punishes you for this? Some would call what we're doing a totally taboo crime."

	"Not a chance. Borus will stay busy with dinner for a couple hours. That's how he is. He tries hard to make me happy and it works. He is very... meticulous, I think? Yeah, I think that's the word I want."
Sarana felt herself up. "He's not the fastest cook, but he can prepare an amazing steak dinner. You'll see. You'll love every bite of it." Sarana said. Her voice maintained a sense of whimsy and crass indulgence.

	"As much as I'd love to taste that meal, I think I'd like to try tasting you first. I'm sure you are just as scrumptious as anything he can prepare. Maybe even better." Max said. He felt as if he might faint from light-headedness, with all the blood in his head rushing down into his dick. "Would you like that?"

	Sarana's eyes grew wide with anxious excitement and she pressed her palms flat against her mouth, giving him an over-exaggerated nod, tittering beneath her breath while staring out at him through eyes set in a bashful blushing face. Max couldn't recall having seen a cuter sight in his life than what he'd witnessed in her right then and there.

	"I've always wondered what it felt like! Please, lick me right here!" Sarana said, trembling with excitement while fingering her tiny clitoris, exposed and pluot-hued. Max licked his lips, reached down to pull his jeans free and kicked them free from his ankles. He knelt down on a dirty wooden floor in front of the young feline and reached up to massage and caress her slim, lithe belly. She moaned aloud and reached down to grab hold of his dreadlocked head, shoving his muzzle between her thighs. Oh fuck, here we go! Max thought as his snout pressed against her mons and his lips made contact with her labia folds, forcing Sarana to gasp and twitch. Max's tongue slid against the meaty folds of her tender young vagina and she spread her legs wider, holding both her limbs outstretched to her sides as her naughtiest parts were licked and violated by the hired helper. A flushing wave of arousal swept over her and her ears began to ring in response to the profound extreme lust she felt brimming within her groin, casting gnarly vibrations of raw pleasure throughout her entire body.

	"Aaaah, this feels nice! Ticklish but nice! Gosh, that really tickles!! Staaaahp!" Sarana giggled and laughed with glee, a healthy young kitten's sound. Maxwell felt more aroused than ever and plunged his muzzle deeper, forcing his tongue into her vaginal orifice. His snout pressed against her clit and he inhaled and exhaled deep through his nostrils, blowing warm air against her tiny sensitive swollen vaginal cyst. He swirled his tongue around inside her pussy, pressing at every corner he could afford to identify, hoisting her upon the stepstool with his hand-paws grasping her young saucy thighs. She wrapped her thighs around his neck and crossed her legs behind his head to gain a sweeter angle. Her tail twitched and jerked against his chin as he sucked and slurped at her swollen heated young cunt, savoring ever tremble and shiver and orgasmic jolt she gave him in response, craving her nuanced raunchy taste and her firm taught tightness. Max moaned aloud and sucked on her exposed clitoris, wallowing in the warmth of her young superior kitten's kitty. He felt a small squirting sensation spray upon the roof of his mouth, flavorful and creamy, then he opened his maw wider to smother his tongue even deeper into her cub-slit. Sarana humped against his face, riding his tongue hard and embracing his cunnilingus with leaps and bounds while recovering from her squirting orgasm, feeling a flood of many more climaxes threatening to burst free. His warm damp bristly canine tongue felt incredible against her most sensitive areas and realized how much better this had felt to her than sharpening a carrot into the shape of a knotted dick to be played with ever could. This wasn't just a random veggie or toy, not her finger or the dining room table's firm corner edge. She had real flesh embedded in her; a real tongue with muscles and veins and nerves nestled deep inside her most private nether-regions. She could even feel his pacing heartbeat echo through his long canine's tongue while probing inside her. Sarana wanted to squirt a lot more upon his face, bury his forehead in a torrent of feminine discharge, but he had other plans in mind. He parted ways with her vagina briefly to catch a wheezing breath, licking his lips clean of her feminine spunk.

	"Fuuuuck, you taste incredible!" Max said before plunging back into her to continue licking at her pussy non-stop. Sarana felt slightly perturbed by his rude language, but she also felt a profound sense of overwhelming lust flood across her entire body. She recognized his intentions and his loneliness in life, his sexual deprivation made her feel bad for him, enough to even register a sense of relativity. Sarana reached down to stroke him off, wrapping her small feline hand-paws around the base of his large shepcoon shaft. 

	"You are licking me so deep down there and it feels soooo good. When will you try putting yourself into me, Max? I want to feel your fat prick in my butt." Sarana asked in-between shivering lilts and yelps of raw pleasure. Max giggled at her naughty words, wondering how she'd found out about naming a penis a prick. Perhaps she'd snuck her way through a dirty magazine or two within Boris's safe-keeping?

	Max yanked his tongue free from her red swollen heated vagina and slid his lips down her sweat-dampened taint before pressing his saliva-moistened tongue into her tailhole. Sarana nibbled at her lower lip and tugged at her red hair, enduring Maxwell's heated anilingus and feeling a strong sense of orgasmic satisfaction brewing deep within her. He lubricated her tailhole with his tongue, tugging on her wavy red cat tail while pinching at a nipple. She squirted on his muzzle, sopping his face with her creamy orgasmic discharge.

	He thought his libido had become supercharged in reaction to this cat-girl's naughty advances. Now that he found himself tongue-fucking her in a hot muggy supply shed, his benign intuitions had been proven real after all. She was not only lonely, but desperately in need of a hot penetrating from a well-hung knotted canine anthro. Max understood immediately that the sexy anthro-child named Sarana craved dog-knot and would go to great lengths to ensure he could bury his own well-sized shepcoon knot deep inside her. The only catch was that he had to be quick about it, not to be heard or discovered by Borus the grizzly bear, he who could easily break Max's shepcoon body in half with limited effort. He also had to ensure they didn't make too much of a mess in the shed; limited traces of aftermath.

	He licked his chops clean of her fresh new cum-drenched burst and dragged his tongue against her body, from her cunny up her belly, against her navel, between her young mosquito-bitten nubs where he made a quick detour, sucking on her nipples and swirling his tongue along the edge of her petite areolas, breasts so cute and undeveloped. He licked along the jutting ridge of her shoulder, reaching the slender curve of her jaw. Max returned to passionate kissing while Sarana masturbated him with casual attentiveness, brushing the tip of his dick against her clit, stimulating herself with his slippery wet erection, musky and leaking fresh pre-cum. Once he'd leaked a tiny bit of his aromatic pre upon her thigh, she repositioned her body comfortably upon the step-stool stump and wrapped her legs around Maxwell's hips, hoping he'd fuck her ass so deep and raw.

	She licked at Maxwell's neck, urging him on. "That's what those men wanted to do. They kept telling me that they wanted to fuck my pussy, they wanted to lay me down and smash my underage twat with their fat dicks. One guy even said he wanted to tongue-punch my fart box. Isn't that a silly thing to say?" Sarana said, giggling with uncontrollable delight and hilarity. The sounds of her laughter, coupled with the overwhelmingly satisfying taste of her sex smothered upon his lips, drove Maxwell into a new, uncharted territory of arousal he'd only ever dreamed about before.

	~

	He pressed his body against hers, sliding his erect dick in her slippery anus. Sarana felt his girth penetrate her puckered anal ringlets and moaned aloud, begging him not to quit while caressing his chest and cheeks, insisting unto him to go on, to continue and never quit or slow down for a moment.

	"That feels... so weird, but... very good... do me like this all day!" Sarana said with a warm loving smile, hoisting her lower body closer to Max as he wrapped his arms around her chest, pinning her in place while thrusting his dick up her extremely tight tailhole once, twice and then repeatedly. He hit a non-stop streak and went haywire, poking and prodding into her with great speed and durability. She wrapped her arms around Max's chest to hold him closer to her body, locking finger-paws together in a fold against his nape as he fucked her up her butt with strong persistence in a spread-eagled missionary position, hugging her body against his with tender dominance. 

	Maxwell slammed himself into Sarana's underage cub-girl tailhole with reckless abandon, not even caring if Borus found them in the midst of young underage buggery. Max wanted to sodomize the kitten-girl for as long as it took, even if it meant running the risk of forced castration from her protector and badass former fighting champion. Maxwell recalled how all those glistening championship rings twinkled with bright deep-pitted gemstones upon Boris's finger-paws, illuminating the dirt surrounding the fence posts. Maxwell wasn't born yesterday and his intuition did well to keep him in check, so he had to act cautiously.

	He also happened to notice Sarana flashing him during the entire fence post installation, though it was from her upstairs bedroom window and Borus never saw anything, thank goodness. Max wondered how different his day would've been if Borus had witnessed such a perverse act of voyeurism and teasing nude exposure.

	~

	"OMYGODOMYGOD OH YES!! Do me, Mister Max! Do me HARD!! Right up my butt!! You feel soooo much better than our neighbor's husky!" Sarana said, eyes wide with excitement and body struggling to keep up with his thrusting paces. Max thrust deeper upon hearing her wild confession and Sarana squeezed her clenching grip around his waist with her thighs, curling her ankles behind his own shepcoon rear end, feeling his tail wagging against her youthful toe-paws. Her claws scraped trails through his thick matted raccoon fur as Max felt Sarana reach back behind him and attempt to finger his own anus, perhaps to stimulate his pleasure tenfold. At that rate, Max was certainly apt to cum within mere seconds. He rubbed his hand-paws across her muzzle, groping her jaw and letting her suck and lick on his finger-paws, savoring his sum-slicked leather finger-paw tips and drooling down his wrists with sloppy persistence.

	"Your ass is so tight, I love fucking you moist like this, oh fuck fuck, goddammit you're gonna make me cum so fucking deep, fucking beautiful hot sexy little kitten, I love how tight you feel, I love fucking you so much, fuuucking fuck!!" Max said. He sped up and felt his knot shove deep into her exquisite young tailhole, relishing in her unbelievable tightness and how she'd clenched herself up in response to Max's knot insertion, teasing him with merciless urging. He'd hoped she received her fill of him at last and wondered who or what might have gone this deep inside her last. Maybe nobody, perhaps he helped her break her own personal record for most girth inserted. 

	"You shouldn't swear so much like that, it's rude!" She said in between gasps and shrieks of sustained passion. He rubbed at her navel and felt a tiny bulge growing in place from how far his dick had been knotted inside her, becoming even more aroused at the prospects of his true intentions. He felt his cock slosh through warm jizz, nestled within the confines of her young tight tailhole. 

	"I'm sorry, love, but it's true, you feel so fuuuuu-" Max sustained his final word as he felt a tingling phantom sensation creep up in his testicles and before long, he'd drained his nuts entirely in a deep flashing shivering orgasm that bent the entire universe askew, screwing with his equilibrium and forcing him into a cum-drunken state, grunting and growling with bright heated feverish lust. Colors flashed bright and vivid in his eyes. Depth and clarity ran amok as he witness the most visceral details in his surroundings. All while he felt his knotted dog-cock squirting cum very deep into Sarana's cute young eleven-year-old feline asshole. Max savored every intricate sensation, presuming he'd never get a chance like this again for a while, if ever again. 

	The cute young feline cub-girl rubbed at his chest and neck and kissed him passionately while he bricked his load ever-deeper into her sexy tight anus, filling her with his multiple cum shots, drowning in succulent bliss for days and days on end. He never wanted to break the tie, though realistically he knew he would have to soon. He relaxed and held her balanced upon his lap like a baby cradled in his arms.

	"So this is what it would've felt like if those men had done me? MMmm, I'm soooo so happy they never got a chance! Borus beat them bloody and it was wild but he rescued me, so that felt awesome. Borus always tells me those men would've caused me way more trouble if they did..." Sarana said. Max heard her voice echo through a deafening droning hum, a somnolent buzz that crept into his ears in the midst of his soul-purging climax. She slurred her words slightly from sustaining multiple orgasms while having her ass pounded hardcore. Max wondered if she felt as bliss-induced as he did and in an instant, didn't doubt it for a moment. He just kept thrusting into her gradually, heeding the exuberant call of his own explosive orgasmic reaction while probing his knot inside her sexy young body.

	Max heard the screen door slam shut from outside. He clapped a hand-paw over her mouth and held his breath, sustaining absolute silence from them both. The shed door had been left wide open and he knew for sure he'd watch a large behemoth with bloodied brown fur creep around the corner of the doorway, wielding a dripping-red crimson butcher's machete, eyes permeated with fire-drenched hatred and harrowing rage. He waited to witness a murderer's gazing beady eyes tucked away into Borus's face, waited to make direct visual contact with him, even with Sarana's nude violated body penetrated and locked in place upon Max's drippy crotch.

	"DIIIINEEEERRRR!!!" A booming, bellowing Grizzly's voice called out. Borus had a very deep pair of lungs intact to be able to project such a loud, carrying voice. This impressed Maxwell to no end. He wondered if the bear anthro wasn't involved in more than just prize-fighting, maybe even baritone opera singing, for he had the range to handle himself accordingly in a live play-acting ensemble if the need ever arose. Sarana licked at Max's hand-paw and he caressed her cheek in his grip, exhaling a relieved sigh from between his lips.

	"Oh good, time to eat... thank you for making me feel good, Mister Max! That was fun! Um... you, uh, f-fucked me really good." Sarana said, giggling at her own words while flushed with embarrassed, sounding obnoxiously cute to Max. She brushed her cheek against his with tender intimacy, purring softly as their fur clashed and brushed follicles, producing warmth and electric friction. She licked his muzzle and lay perfectly still against his lap, wallowing in their sperm-drenched aftermath. Cum dribbled from her tailhole, leaking profusely past Max's swollen dog-knot to drip down upon the surface of the oak wood stepstool log that now held them both upright in place. Her swollen pussy leaked with profuse filmy estrus, reaching down to finger herself off a bit and squeeze at Max's testicles. Sarana felt a deep emanating sense of satisfaction sooth her nerves and relax her strained muscles, as she lay knotted firmly against Max's slender shepcoon body, slightly dirty from the workload he'd tended to earlier.

	"I'm not the only one, Sarana." Max whispered into her ear, kissing her forehead and hugging her close, wondering when the tie would break. His stomach grumbled and suddenly he felt ravenous, ready to eat even the smallest of table scraps. He supposed this swift random act of intense hot young cub buggery helped promote his appetite and he felt even more grateful than ever before. He couldn't wait for the chance to cut into the cooked grain of a healthy well-seasoned steak, one thing he'd always been deprived of throughout his entire life. Of course he would take his sweet time, chewing every bite, savoring every forkful of food, all the while relishing in the undeniable pleasure of Sarana Steelfist, soon-to-be-adopted daughter of the prize-fighting grizzly bear anthro named Borus. Max felt incredible lucky to have answered the newspaper ad.
	
	~

	In the end, he realized the true reward wasn't even in the payment, but in paying it forward unto her. Sarana flirted and flounced before him and he answered in the most perverted way imaginable. Yet she seemed not to mind nor care, even insisting that he return back again for more work at a later date, long after their tie had broken and Max worked diligently at cleaning up after their wild heated sexual romp. Sarana stood idly by, getting her dress refitted so as not to cause any concern or provoke curiosity in Borus when they returned back inside the house to eat dinner. Max supposed he was a shining beacon of light to illuminate Sarana's world a bit, to help promote her longing sexual gratification and to help her feel incredibly satisfied, which she most certainly did.

	Borus served the young furs vanilla ice cream for dessert and Max woofed it down in record time, earning only a grunt and a nod from the large grizzly anthro and a chuckle from the feline, so adorable and silently turned on by the shepcoon's crafty antics. Her eyes shone bright upon him, brimming with love and hope and adoration for the hybrid canine anthro. There was also an undercurrent of coy naughtiness reflected in those pearly-white kitten-girl's oculars, so fetching and enticing.

	Maxwell hoped Borus had plenty more work for him to help out with.

	END