Tyler lay sprawled out on the couch in front of the TV.  He was too bored to do anything.  His parents weren't home to take him over to a friend's house or the town pool.  His brother, who was supposed to be watching him, instead invited his girlfriend over.  He'd locked the door to his room and made it very clear Tyler shouldn't bother him even if something was on fire.

So Tyler got to do anything he wanted, as long as it didn't involve anyone else, leaving the house, or doing anything fun.  He squirmed, barely paying attention to the cartoon, an episode he'd already seen twice.

Hurried footsteps rushed across the upstairs hallway, and his brother Davis hurried down the stairs.  He stopped by the door to put his shoes on.  "I'll be back in a bit.  Going to the store real quick."  Davis barely looked back to see if Tyler heard.

"Kay," Tyler muttered in reply.  It wasn't until the garage door closed and locked that Tyler thought anything was odd.  Hadn't Ilia been here?  Maybe he hadn't noticed her leave.  Tyler returned to idle daydreaming but was interrupted a few minutes later.

Soft careful footsteps descended the stairs.  Only the loud creak of a stair that Tyler knew to avoid when sneaking downstairs at night alerted him.  Ilia's feline ears and tail stiffened when he sat up towards the noise, but she smiled and forced her slender feline body to relax.  Sleek black fur covered the majority of her body except for a white stripe down her chin and throat.  The tight gray t-shirt she wore didn't quite cover her entire midriff, revealing a white belly as well.  Her black skirt didn't quite make it halfway down her thighs, a fact which held his gaze several moments longer than was appropriate.

Ilia approached the couch, each step a flick of her hips that all but promised to send her skirt just high enough to catch a glimpse of what waited beneath.  Her tail swayed playfully and she smiled down at him.  "Hey, Tyler."

"H-Hello."  Tyler scrambled upright.  Maybe it was because he was a hare and she a feline, or because she was older.  Her large yellow eyes swallowed every detail of him.

They didn't interact often, mostly in forced situations where it felt more like Davis wanted to show off that he did, in fact, have a girlfriend.  Her sly smile and precise considerate movement always made him feel like she was waiting for the perfect moment to pounce.

Ilia wandered in front of the couch, placing herself between Tyler and the TV.  "Davis mentioned you were in sixth grade now?"  Ilia and Davis both just entered high school.  When Tyler nodded, she simply added, "Cute."

One thing Tyler couldn't deny was how pretty Ilia was.  Her sleek fur hinted at an abyss he could lose himself in, and she left a faint hint of orange blossom in the air around her.  The tight shirt she wore clung to her budding breasts, a meager handful but far larger than anything he got to see in his own grade.  She didn't wear a bra, evident by the faint yet eye-catching bumps on the taut shirt.

Ilia tilted her head, measuring him in a quick glance.  "Have you ever kissed a girl?"

Tyler blushed and shrank back into the couch, but her eyes demanded an answer.  He shook his head.

Ilia placed a thoughtful finger to her chin.  "I've spent all morning kissing your brother."  She grinned and took a step closer.  "But I spent a lot of it thinking about you.  He's not very good."

Tyler squirmed.  "Me?"  Ilia loomed over him, her mere presence invoking a sparkly heat within his belly.

"Mhmm.  You're such a cute, soft little thing."  Ilia advanced until her shins nearly touched the couch.  Tyler craned his neck, held captive by her eyes.  "Do you want to see how it made me feel, thinking about you?"  Her paw gently cupped his chin and preventing him from answering her question.  Tender fingers stroked his cheek, then drew his gaze down her body.  Her other hand went to the hem of her short skirt and raised it for him.

White fur extended to her crotch and a short stroke down her inner thighs.  She didn't wear any underwear beneath her skirt.  Very short fur covered her groin and did little to obscure her compact lips.  A thick fluid shimmered along her slit and matted some of the fur surrounding her pussy.  Tyler didn't have time to fully process the sight before Ilia let her skirt fall back into place, and she used his stunned silence to crawl onto the couch straddling his lap.

Ilia leaned in and kissed him.  Their lips met tenderly, Tyler's slack and trembling while Ilia slowly built up from a teasing, exploratory kiss.  When he didn't pull away, she slowly slipped a hand around the back of his head and leaned into him.

Tyler didn't really have thoughts in that moment.  His brain reveled in the overwhelming onslaught of novel sensations.  All he knew was that he never wanted her to stop.  Tyler didn't know what to do with his mouth or his awkward paws, but Ilia didn't seem to care.  She dominated his lips with hers, soft until she interrupted the kiss to nibble on his lip or sneak her rough feline tongue into his mouth.

Her breasts squished against his chest, and she positioned one of his paws on her hip, to which he instinctively took hold.  Ilia giggled.

"You're just as shy as your brother, but you're much cuter."  Ilia took his paw and slid it up underneath the front of her shirt.  The tight shirt bunched up around his wrist and lifted as Ilia nudged his elbow.  Not until his hand slid up her torso and his fingers brushed the bottom swell of her tits did he finally got the hint.

"There you go," Ilia whispered into his ear as he awkwardly explored one of her firm breasts.  It felt wonderful in his grip, too wonderful to do more than awkwardly squeeze and grope her chest in all its plush glory.

"It took your brother months to work up the courage to ask me for sex.  That's why he scurried off, you know.  I told him to go buy condoms."  Ilia broke the kiss to whisper into his ear.  Her hot breath tickled his mottled gray and brown fur.  She nibbled lightly at his large floppy ear.  "I'm going to let him fuck me when he gets back.  You know what sex is, right?"

Tyler gasped at the way her sharp teeth grazed his cheek.  His body felt like it might vibrate into a state of pure energy and explode.  Ilia kissed him on the bridge of the nose.

"Do you?" she pressed.

Tyler wasn't positive he contained a single drop of knowledge beyond how much he wanted Ilia to keep doing all the things she was doing to him, but he nodded anyway, because he thought that was what she wanted to her.  It wasn't a complete lie.

"Well aren't you a naughty little boy."  She giggled.  "Good."  The paw on the back of his head tightened, as did the one curled around his back.  Her claws teased his hide.  "Your brother will be back soon, but I'd much rather give my virginity to you."

Her paw uncurled from the back of his head and trailed down his heaving chest.  A jolt shot through his belly as her fingers trailed across his belly button.  Deft paws found the drawstring to his shorts and gently pulled until the knot unraveled.

Tyler whimpered and squirmed as her paw slipped underneath the waist of his shorts.  Ilia made a shushing noise against his cheek and gently ran the back of her paw across his small erection.  Pleasure squeezed his entire body tight, and for a brief instant he thought he might pass out.  Her finger found the tiny little pouch of his undeveloped balls and tenderly stroked them.

Ilia moaned into Tyler's ear.  "Help me get those shorts off and you can have it."

It took a moment for Tyler to breathe.  He reluctantly withdrew his paw from the front of Ilia's shirt.  It didn't really matter to him what she meant.  He wanted anything she wanted.  Ilia gave him just enough room to shimmy his shorts down around his knees before she settled back into his lap.  The warmth of her body radiated against his fur, her crotch hotter even than his.

Ilia wriggled closer.  "It's okay if you don't last long.  Your brother doesn't.  He came before I could even get his pants off the first time I touched him."  Ilia grabbed his narrow hips and pulled him toward her until his rigid length nudged the soft wet folds between her thighs.  Ilia clung to him.  "Go ahead.  Put it in."

Something hot and slippery and soft and breathtaking pressed against his small erection.  Tyler gasped and buried his face in Ilia's boobs.  He clutched at her back.  Instinct urged his hips to motion but the uncoordinated jerky thrusts accomplished little.

Ilia purred into his ear.  "Here, let me give you a hand."

Tyler couldn't see what she did.  His face pressed into the firm embrace of her clothed breasts.  The heat lifted away from his crotch, and she carefully wrapped her fingers around his young cock.  Ilia angled his tip away from his body, then lowered herself onto it.

The sensation of her dripping wet pussy spreading around the tip of his tapered shaft, then reluctantly admitting him deeper into her tight sex rewrote Tyler's purpose for existing.  The way her silken insides squeezed his small cock made every other moment of his life feel colorless in comparison.

He mewled into her tits, and Ilia growled happily against his shoulder.  For a moment, they both panted, neither daring to move.  Her insides squeezed, and his slender shaft twitched in response.  Tyler trembled beneath her weight and only managed to gently rock her hips upon his lap.

"You're the first boy that's ever been inside me," Ilia whispered, her quiet voice tight with pleasure.  "I'm glad it's you."  She raised her hips.  Even slight motion amplified the brilliant desire coursing through his young body.  Her pelvis only rose an inch, but that gave enough space for his hips to jerk upwards.  Thrusting between her tight folds and the way her body shuddered from the impact of his hips took hold of Tyler's body.  He couldn't stop himself.

It only took four quick thrusts before he cried out and pulled Ilia into his lap.  Short stubby claws desperately clutched at her back, holding her down upon his twitching cock with all the desperate energy his first orgasm could conjure.

Tyler let out a series of short squeak into Ilia's breast as every muscle in his pelvis contracted in a satisfying rhythm that delivered him absolute bliss.  Every ounce of his being went into that brief penultimate moment.  Then his young body melted into the soft embrace of her feminine curves and the molten pleasure simmering in his belly.

Ilia didn't let go of him.  She panted and clung to his trembling body, one arm wrapped tightly around his back and up the back of his head, the other close around the small of his back.  "Did you just cum?  Already?"  She squeezed him harder, giggling.  "That was so fucking hot.  You're so much cuter than your brother."  Her hips wiggled in her lap, and her pussy clamped down hard around his sensitive little prick.  "You also lost your virginity before he did, and I'm going to make him use a condom.  You get the full experience."

Ilia slowly climbed up out of his lap despite his numbed effort to hold onto her.  His limbs no longer had any strength in them.  Her skirt hid everything from view, but his small tapered cock glistened for them both to see.  Even Tyler stared.  He'd never really gotten an erection before, at least not while he was in a position to examine it.  Not like this.  His pink shaft glistened with the same slippery fluid that wet Ilia's pussy.  The fur around his sheath lay damp and matted as well.

Ilia bit her lip, grinning.  Her tail swished back and forth with excited energy.  She knelt in front of the couch and pressed her face into his crotch before he could try to pull up his shorts.  Her paws slid up his hips and her snout sank between his thighs until her nose pressed against his tiny balls.  She slowly licked at them.

Tyler whimpered and took hold of her arms.  His hips trembled.  Something about seeing someone put their face so close to his privates, a predator no less, sent wonderful electricity through his body.  Every time her eyes rose to catch his gaze, and a smile crept across her lips as she dragged her tongue over his balls, brought him closer to that amazing feeling experienced while inside her.

She licked his balls for a long time before moving up his sheath and licking the fur she'd left damp.  Her nose brushed the base of his cock, but she kept her tongue to his fur, grooming her fluids from his sheath.

Tyler was fully hard again.  His cock twitched towards her, but Ilia slowly repeated the same motion, dragging her tongue up his sheath until only her nose stroked the base of his cock, even as it pressed towards her.  It felt wonderful, but she withdrew each time he felt that white haze threatening to descend across his mind.  All he wanted was her to keep going up his shaft, yet her grip on his hips tightened to hold him in place if he so much as shivered.

He couldn't help it.  His body quivered as that feeling approached.  Tyler whined, but Ilia neither slowed or hastened her slow licks until she pushed him right up against the barrier of release.  The she interrupted to speak, her voice a low seductive purr.

"Did you like having sex with me?"

Tyler blushed.  Of course he had.  It had been the bet experience of his life.  But her eyes held him, demanding an answer.  "Y-Yeah."

"Did you even consider getting me pregnant?  Do you want me to have your babies?  I could tell Davis they're his."

Davis.  Tyler had all but forgotten he even had a brother, that Ilia was his girlfriend.  What would happen if he found out?  Tyler squirmed, more concerned by the frustrated energy intensifying in his straining cock.

"He'll probably be back soon.  Do you want him to find us like this?  Why don't you hurry up and cum for me - be a good boy."

Tyler whined again and tried to bring the tip of his cock closer to Ilia's lips, but she avoided his attempts and continued to lap at his sheath.  Hearing her talk went a long way in getting him closer though.  His squirming quieted as the building pressure drew his attention inwards.

"Mmm, um."  Tyler wriggled.  His hips bucked which only brought him further away from what he wanted.  Instinct warred with the pragmatic need to surrender to her.  "I-Ilia-"  Her name felt taboo on his lips.

It didn't matter.  Tyler moaned as her nose stroked the base of his cock and he came.  A few clear dropplets dribbled from the tip of his pink cock.  Ilia continued licking his sheath and let his infertile cum drizzle her snout.  It wasn't much.

"Well at least I guess you won't have to worry about getting me pregnant for now."  Ilia nuzzled his groin and let his cock twitch against the side of her muzzle, purring without a care for the scent of sex his cock left upon her fur.  "Think you can cum one more time before Davis gets back?"

Tyler's head still spun.  Ilia's muzzle nestled into his pelvis felt so nice.  He nodded with only a vague awareness of what was asked of him.  He'd do anything for her.  She shimmied up his body to bring herself face to face with Tyler.  Some of his cum still shone atop the bridge of her snout.  She kissed him.

"I'll let you do the work this time.  When you're ready."  Ilia winked at him, then climbed onto the couch and laid herself out, head on the far armrest with her sleek feline body on full display.  Her shirt remained scrunched up against the underside of her breasts, nipples stiff peaks begging for him to run his fingers across.  The hem of her short black skirt draped across her thighs, but the way she spread her legs invited him to reveal her soft white fur and the opportunity to mate again.

A smile crept across Ilia's face as she watched him gawk at her beauty.  A dainty paw swept up her exposed white tummy and carefully lifted her tight shirt up and over her breasts.  Tyler's small tapered length twitched at the sight of her boobs in full view, their gentle curves and dark nipples obstinately poking through the silken fur that would otherwise obscure them.  She arched her chest and gently bit her lip, teasing a predator's sharp fangs.

Tyler nearly tripped over the shorts still around his knees, then nearly toppled onto Ilia attempting to wrestle them from his legs.  She giggled when he stood up from the couch to eventually toss them aside.  Embarrassment from his awkwardness, his small erection bobbing openly for her to see, stung his cheeks, but she watched him with good-natured amusement, her chest bared and legs parted, waiting for him to slide between them.  The cushions sank beneath his knees as he hesitated.

Soft fur caressed his thighs as he knelt between her long slender legs.  She was taller than him, older, so pretty.  Tyler's paw trembled as he inched closer.  Her legs parted easily around him as he advanced.  She didn't say anything, only smiled, as if to reassure him it was okay, that he could do anything he wanted.  He actually preferred when it had been her taking the initiative, but he wasn't about to turn down another chance to be with her.

Slowly, as if afraid her skirt might rip, Tyler lift the black garment to carefully expose her lithe thighs and finally uncover her sodden lips.  He lift the skirt up onto her slim belly to get a full view of her body, chest and sex both on display for him to admire.

Once again he found himself paralyzed by the sight of her despite the warmth of her fur and elsewhere to sink into.  He was surprised she hadn't made more of a mess of his own fur.  Her dark lips shone with lust, and a strand of her clear fluids clung to the inside of her left thigh, not yet soaked into her fur.

Captivated by the sight before him and without considering what he was doing, Tyler ran his thumb down the wet heat of her lips.  Ilia's tail jerked, but she purred and wiggled her hips.

"Better hurry," she cooed.  "Your brother could get back any moment."

Tyler didn't want to look away from the intoxicating sight of her, but the urge to experience her insides again gave him the courage.  When he crept closer, Ilia's tail curled around his butt in encouragement.  His knees nudged her thighs apart until she had them spread wide enough for his hips to fit between, but kneeling kept his small dick well out of reach of its goal.

His horny overwhelmed brain wasn't in the state to solve even simple problems.  While anxiety crept into his chest and desire deafened his thoughts, Ilia came to his rescue.  She tugged the front of his shirt until he tipped forward.

Tyler squeaked when he landed on all fours crouched over her, now very, very close her yellow feline eyes.  She smiled back at him.  Her breath tickled his whiskers.

"Don't be shy."  Ilia cupped his cheek, kissed him lightly on the nose, then curled her paw around the back of his shoulder to guide him closer.  Tyler let her pull him into an embrace with his weight atop her body.

Limbs curled around him like the leaves of a carnivorous plant.  Arms wrapped his shoulders and back, a paw curling up the back of his head.  Her legs locked around his butt and squeezed to shift them both into the perfect position.

Tyler whined in pleasure, her body, the sense of total embrace, and how her pelvis ground her messy heat against his sensitive length.  For a second he thought he came already, but despite the wonderful sensation, wet fur pressed against his length and not the tight silken folds of her pussy.

"Please," Ilia whispered into his ear, her voice a seductive desperate whine that suppressed any lingering hesitation, a command he couldn't ignore.  A paw clutched his face against the side of her throat, and he struggled to move while ensnared in her embrace, but instinct managed to position himself at her entrance, and he took her in the moment of that blissful sensation of her body surrendering to the narrow tip of his cock.

All he could do was jerk forward.  His hips nestled between her thighs, burying his length in one sharp motion.  Ilia gasped in delight as Tyler thought he might melt, his vision blurring.  He trembled on the verge of orgasm, desperate to not let it end so quickly, terrified of the thought of losing her embrace.  He didn't care if Davis came home to see them like this.  She was all that mattered.

Ilia stroked the back of his head, allowing him to calm even if her body undulated against him, her chest arching upwards to grind her breasts against him, her legs tightening around his rump in a futile attempt to force him deeper.

"You're such an adorable little thing, aren't you."  Ilia panted into Tyler's ear.  "I'll let your brother think I got wet waiting for him, but I'll be thinking of you when he's inside me."

The sound of her voice vibrated through his body and mind.  Pleasure leapt at the soft purr in her tone, how every word made him feel wanted and special, even at his own brother's expense.  She would think of him.  His hips bucked against her soft body, demanding he seize the opportunity to breed her.

"It's okay," Ilia whispered.  Her paw descended his back to cup his butt.  "Let it out.  I'm going to make your brother eat me out before he gets his chance.  Do you think he'll notice your cum in me, or will he assume it's me getting wet for him?  I bet he'll taste your cum and love it, thinking it's me."

Her claws bit into his butt, not hard enough to pierce his hide, but enough to trigger his hips to leap away from their sharp points and towards her pelvis.  It overcame Tyler's already tenuous restraint.  Instinct took hold of his young body, and he quickly rut her.  Blunt claws on his hind paws dug into the couch cushions for purchase to let his hind legs drive himself into her.

Ilia cried out in delight but Tyler didn't hear.  His mind emptied of thought to withstand the unrelenting ecstasy of her crushing embrace.  Limbs squeezed around him tight enough that he couldn't breathe, and somehow her inner walls even tighter around his small pulsating cock.

"That's it!  Get me pregnant before I'm stuck with your pathetic brother's runts."

Of course Tyler had never thought of having kids, but in that moment, hearing her words, his young body yearned to fulfill her request.  He needed to feel that overwhelming glorious relief again.  Tyler buried his face in her chest and whined as he surrendered himself to another abrupt orgasm.

His small cock danced inside Ilia's drooling tight pussy even as urgency drained from the rest of his body.  He fell into her soft body, his head cushioned by her breast.  Long legs curled around his bottom and locked his hips tight against her pelvis.  A paw gently stroked the top of his head and flattened his large floppy ears.

Utter peace rolled across his body in the hot afterglow.  The blissful heat of her wet sex encompassed his spent cock.  He felt her clenching around him and the continuous subtle movements of her inner walls massaging his cock.  All he could think about was how long it would take for him to be able to do it again.  He didn't want to let her go back to his brother.

"You were amazing," Ilia whispered into the top of his head.  "You're so much cuter than your brother.  I'm glad we could be each other's first."  She hugged him tight and gently ground her pelvis against his, forcing her lips to the very base of his sheath and smearing her lust between their joined bodies.  "I should probably go."

Tyler wriggled closer into her arms and hid his face in her breasts, which earned a soft laugh, but Ilia's legs released his butt and her paw fell away from his head.  After one last moment enjoying the comfort of her body, Tyler reluctantly withdrew his cock from her, slick folds tight around his sensitive shaft.

Fluids shone on the matted fur surrounding her tight little slit and dripped down to wet the base of her rippling tail.  Ilia bit her lips, pointed fangs sharp white against the black outline of her muzzle.

Ilia rose and pushed Tyler onto his back to loom over him.  "I wish you could spend all day fucking me."  She held a paw on his chest to keep him pinned down, then lowered her face to his crotch.

Her rough tongue dragged over his sheathe and cute little sack where some of her fluids had dripped.  Tyler knew she shouldn't be putting her face there.  Shouldn't lick and kiss him in those places, but his body writhed despite his best effort to tell her she didn't need to do such a thing.  Taking the focus away from his still exposed shaft rekindled the fire in his belly without overstimulating him.

Even when Ilia spoke, she didn't let that stop her from nuzzling and rubbing her muzzle into his groin.  "Think you can cum for me one last time?  You've been such a good boy already.  I know you can do it for me."

Tyler could.  He would.  It was easy to think because he didn't have to do anything.  Her tongue danced across all the most sensitive parts of his anatomy until he teetered on the brink.  When Ilia suddenly wrapped her lips around his small pink length and took him all the way to his slender base, when her tight mouth immobilized his throbbing shaft within her muzzle, he came.

The feeling of her snout pushing into his pelvis heightened the pleasure of it.  He didn't even notice grabbing the back of her head in his paws and jerking his hips into her face, of burying her nose in the soft fur of his groin so she couldn't breathe.  His tiny length twitched furtively in an attempt to deliver his infertile load between her lips.

As his orgasm faded, nearly too did his consciousness.  Ilia purred against his belly, then crawled up his body.  Only a passionate kiss stole Tyler back from impending slumber, his body wholly and utterly drained.  A strange mixture of tastes bore into his mouth as her tongue ambushed his.

"I knew you were the real male.  Such a good little boy for me, aren't you?  Fuck."  Ilia panted heavily.  Her hips trembled on the verge of settling once more into Tyler's lap.  "Unfortunately I have to go pretend to want your pathetic brother.  At least I'll get to make him lick your cum from my pussy before he looses his virginity to your sloppy seconds.  But he'll never get to cum in me, that's only for you."  Ilia bit him on the ear hard enough to make him whimper.

Then she got up, took stock of her clothing, brushed a few wrinkles out of her shirt and skirt, then smiled with the full force of a feline's mischievous allure.  "I'll see you again soon."

Ilia was barely gone a minute when the outer garage door slammed, and Davis hurried upstairs without acknowledging Tyler's existence.  Perhaps he might have noticed the dense musky scent of sex lingering in the air if he had.  His footsteps rushed upstairs and disappeared behind the soft click of his bedroom door.  It was only then Tyler realized he hadn't even put his pants back on.