	“Thank you, Mrs. Tana!” Jane said, tucking the fifty dollars into her purse. She always insisted on payment up front. 
	“No problem, sweetie,” said the young rabbit mother. Dressed in a slim black pencil skirt and a red halter, she snapped her tiny ‘going out’ purse closed. Mr. Tana already had the car running. “She’s in tub,” she said with a giggle. “She wanted to look all pretty for her newest babysitter. She’s very excited.”
	Outside, Mr. Tana shouted something impatiently. Mrs. Tana grinned at him and then turned to give Jane a kiss on the cheek. “We’ll be out late. Nikki’s bedtime is 9. Feel free to help yourself to the fridge!”
	Jane closed the door to the sound of Mrs. Tana’s heels clicking on the sidewalk as she rushed to the car. The teenage deer grinned, knowing how bunny parents looked forward to a night alone. Jane locked the door, stopping to look at the emergency numbers taped to the back of it. Satisfied she had everything Mrs. Tana wanted to know in her cell phone, she padded down the hall toward the sound of rushing water. Jane hadn’t met Nikki before, but had been warned that the bunny tended to be precocious. “Precocious” was usually parent code for “walking hurricane,” but fifty bucks for a night of TV and snacks was hard to beat.
	As she neared, a squeak came from the bathroom that made Jane pause. Then she heard a gasp. Jane blushed a little, guessing at the source of the noise. Walking quieter, and thankful for the Tanas’ plush berber, she creeped up on the open door.
	Inside, the bathroom was a mess. Clothes, all clean, had been scattered over the vanity and rug, suggesting Nikki had been trying on outfits. Closest to the tub, at least two full outfits were covered in water from the shower, as the bunny girl hadn’t pulled the curtain closed. The young girl, nine if Jane remembered right, was laid out on the bottom of the tub, one foot propped up on the faucet, the other hooked over the tub’s edge. The showerhead, set to ‘pulse’ was wedged between her spread thighs and water sprayed all over the bathroom as the girl’s hips humped the chrome.
	Jane stared, lightly clutching the edge of the door to steady herself. Nikki seemed too distracted to notice her, but she wanted to be careful anyway. She was mesmerized by what she saw. Nikki was no early bloomer--her chest was flat with puffy pink nipples, and she hadn’t yet grown a pubic ruff, leaving her little clitty and splayed lips easily visible. And yet she was gasping and squealing, letting the steady pulse of the water ride her out on waves of little orgasms. Jane had never seen someone so young enjoying herself like that, so blatantly sexual. She couldn’t look away.
	Her shirt was feeling too tight. She had chosen not to wear a bra--who would notice?--for comfort’s sake, and her nipples were stiffening at the sight in front of her, straining against the cotton of her polo top. She moved back from the door, leaning against the wall right next to it, and lifted her shirt up to free her modest, teenage breasts and yearning little nipples. She lifted her hand, rolling one of the sensitive nubs between thumb and forefinger. She had to bite her lower lip hard not to make a sound.
	Her other hand slipped down, hiking her white pleated skirt up on her hips and jerking her panties down. She rolled her head, straining to peek around the door jamb. As she watched, Nikki changed positions, rolling onto all fours and lifting her cute little ass in the air, all without moving the showerhead from pulsing against her twitching little pussy.
	Biting her lip again, Jane pushed two fingers past her lips, which were soaked with arousal already. Nikki’s pink tailstar was in clear view and Jane stared at it, watching the little girl’s ass bob and squirm as she got off again. Jane let out a muffled little moan as she watched, fingering herself hard enough to fill the plush carpeted hallway with the slick sounds of her masturbation. Nikki twitched and so did she. The girl moaned and arched her hips and Jane quietly did the same. She saw the orgasm approaching and began fingering herself harder, thumbing at her aching clit to catch up. In the tub, Nikki squealed and tensed, ass bucking hard against the showerhead she gripped with both hands. Jane arched up sharply off the wall as she matched the little girl’s orgasm, fluid squirting between her fingers and onto the rich carpet beneath her hooves.
	Jane stood arched, taut, like that for several moments, body trembling as her pussy twitched and squirted around her fingers. When the wave of pleasure faded, she fell back to her feet, letting her ass thump against the wall.
	Jane’s eyes widened at the sound. Luckily, the water had squeaked off at the same time. Maybe the girl hadn’t heard. In any case, the pulsing sound of the water no longer offered an acoustic cover, so she hurried back into the living room, pulling her shirt down and her panties up as she went.
	As she lifted her fingers to her muzzle instinctively, she blushed, ashamed, as she licked them clean. She had just gotten off to watching a preteen bunny masturbate. She was pretty sure people had been arrested for much less than that. 
	“Miss Jane? Are you here?” came Nikki’s voice from down the hallway. Jane moved into the kitchen, straightening her clothes. Down the hall she saw Nikki pop her head out of the bathroom door. Jane waved, happy she had put nearly the entire length of the house between herself and the bathroom. Nikki almost certainly couldn’t see the flushed look on her face from there.
	“Here, sweetie. Do you want some dinner?”
	“Oh! Yes, please! I’m still gettin’ dressed! Sorry I’m late!”
	“Take your time. I’ll make us some sandwiches!”
	Jane huffed a relieved breath, hurriedly washing the sex from her hands as she looked around for a breadbox.

***

	Jane peeked at the clock. 7:14pm. God, and the Tanas said they’d be back late. She was starting to think she should’ve gone without the fifty bucks. She had been unable to look Nikki in the eye through two peanut butter and marmalade sandwiches, and the little girl was starting to pout. Jane currently hid behind a beat-up copy of “Ringworld” by Larry Niven. She’d been staring at the same page for the last twenty minutes. She couldn’t stop picturing the bunny laid out, showerhead clutched in both paws. The deer teen was curled up on the corner of the microsuede couch and Nikki had been clicking through the channels for several minutes, pouting.
	Jane dared to peek over the edge of her book. Nikki was waiting for her.
	“Do you like my outfit?” the girl asked, dropping the remote to twirl.
	Jane stared. In her mind’s eye, the girl twirled nude and she could see her pink tailhole twitching with orgasm. She swallowed, closed her eyes briefly, and put on a sweet smile.
	“You look adorable,” she said honestly. The young bunny had hidden in her room a full half hour after Jane had finished making the sandwiches. The outfit she had finally settled on was a Superman t-shirt and a pink pleated skirt similar to Jane’s that swished up when she twirled. The shirt was a size too small and hugged her closely, and the skirt was prone to offering glimpses of pink panties underneath, which were also too small. Jane tried hard to ignore all of that, and instead enjoyed how the girl managed to look cute in the mismatched outfit.
	“Unf!” came a voice from the screen. Jane’s eyes widened. On the TV, the TiVo menu was opened, and a recorded episode of True Blood was playing in a tiny box in the corner.
	“Ooo! I love this show!” Nikki squealed hopping up onto the couch.
	“Your parents let you watch this?” Jane said, amazed. In the box, someone’s boobs bounced visibly. Jane didn’t follow the show herself, by the plot was obviously riveting.
	“They record it and delete it,” Nikki said with a giggle. As Jane watched, Nikki’s head bounced in time with the character’s breasts. “It’s easy to recover from the trash, see?”
	Nikki demonstrated with a few button presses and “bloop!” noises from the TiVo, navigating to the DVR’s trash folder. Several things hid there, recently deleted. Jane blushed to read some of their titles. She was relieved when the bunnygirl navigated away, but it was only to put the playing show full screen. Sweaty flesh filled the screen and Nikki pressed close to her, peering up in her hair.
	“Wh-what?” Jane squeaked, self-conscious. 
	“I was um...” Nikki blushed. To Jane’s great relief, the scene on the television finally changed to fully clothed characters. “I was just noticing your ears are all kindsa pierced.”
	Jane nodded and smiled, setting her book on the end table. “Yeah? I noticed yours aren’t pierced at all.”
	Nikki nodded. “My mom and dad said I could decide if I wanted to or not... I haven’t decided yet. But, um...”
	Jane cocked her head, curious. “Go ahead, sweetie.”
	“I was jus’ wondering if your, um...” She sighed, exasperated, and looked away, blushing as she gestured at her nipples which were clearly outlined by her tight shirt. “If you got those pierced too? Like the girl on the show.”
	She pointed toward the television where, as if on cue, a pair of pink, pierced nipples were revealed as a shirt left the scene.
	It was Jane’s turn to blush. She tried to ignore her own nipples as they stiffened against her cotton top again. “Oh, no. Just my ears. I have some friends that have theirs pierced, though.”
	Nikki perked her ears up immediately. “Really? Does it hurt? I think it looks so pretty, but I’m worried it’d hurt.”
	Jane shook her head. “My older sister got both hers done. She said it hurts when you get them done, but after that it feels real good, like all the time.”
	Nikki cocked her head to one side, and Jane had to force herself not to giggle at the curious, eager look on the girl’s face. “Real good? Like, good how?”
	Jane opened her mouth, then stopped, blushing, realizing she had talked herself into a corner  She huffed out an embarrassed breath, looking toward the television for a convenient change of topic. Blood dribbled in slow motion over someone’s exposed nipple. No help there. 
	“I, uh... I dunno,” she ended lamely. “Like I said, I don’t have mine done.”
	Nikki shifted, looking directly at Jane’s breasts. Jane swallowed, feeling with one hand for the remote. With a sigh of relief, she flipped the television off. Nikki was still staring, and Jane was all too aware of just how prominent her nipples were.
	“My nipples feel good some of the time. If I squeeze ‘em hard enough. Did she mean good like that?”
	Jane stared. She couldn’t believe this girl’s fascination with sex. With Nikki’s face inches away from her breasts, she could see the little bunny panting a little, as aroused as she was. Instincts warred in Jane’s head and she could feel that the crotch of her panties was already soaked through.
	“Probably,” she said finally, trying to hedge her way out of the conversation. 
	“Really?” Nikki said with a squeak. She flopped back on the couch, cheeks flushed. Jane could see the girl’s nipples stiff and straining the thin fabric of her t-shirt. As Jane watched, the bunny lifted her hand and, with thumb and forefinger, squeezed her own left nipple hard. The girl closed her eyes and moaned. “Then why doesn’t everyone get theirs pierced?” The girl asked excitedly. “I’d love to feel like that all the time! Wouldn’t you?”
	Nikki pinched herself again, moaning.
	“It feels even better when you let someone else do it,” Jane heard herself saying. Her eyes widened. She certainly hadn’t planned on saying that.
	Nikki stopped, her shirt-covered nipple caught mid-twist in her fingers as the bunny looked up at with her wide eyes. This was it, Jane decided. This was when the girl screams and the neighbors call the police.
	Tense, Jane watched Nikki lick her lips, flat chest bobbing as she panted for breath. 
	The taut silence was eventually broken by one sweet, hopeful, whispered word. “Really?”
	Jane nodded, dumbfounded, and Nikki was already squirming out of her shirt. Topless, the girl backed into Jane’s lap, little rump squirming into her lap with her head pillowed on the doe’s breasts. “Can you twist them for me?” the bunny squeaked nervously. The TiVo remote was back in Nikki’s hands, and she was flipping back down to the Trash.
	Jane trembled under her preteen charge, hands resting very lightly on her bare tummy. What was the harm in a little tweak? The girl clearly wanted it, and she was obviously already adept at keeping things from her parents. Just as that thought crossed her mind, Nikki made a selection from the ‘Deleted’ folder. On the screen, a teenage fox adjusted a camera and laid back, starting to rub her own nipples. Amateur porn? On the TiVo?
	Jane bit her lip, letting her hands slide up Nikki’s body to her immature breasts. She gingerly gripped both nipples between thumb and forefinger, twisting them carefully. The girl in her lap moaned and squirmed her butt.
	“Harder,” the bunny demanded, without missing a beat. “I like to twist ‘em hard.”
	“Really?” Jane asked softly into the bunny’s ear. But she didn’t hesitate, grasping the stiff flesh instead between her thumb and knuckle. She squeezed tentatively, and when the girl moaned, she squeezed harder, adding a slow twist.
	“Nnnnn! Gosh! You were right!” the bunnygirl squealed, hips arching up off Jane’s hips. The girl on the screen lifted her hips and slid her panties off, showing their wet crotch to the camera. Without hesitating, Nikki did the same, leaving her in just the swishy pink skirt. Although she hadn’t soaked her panties, the little girl’s lips were swollen and her clit throbbed. Jane stared, licking her lips, at the needy little flower between the girl’s thighs. 
	Jane released Nikki’s nipples for a moment and she could feel the girl shiver underneath her in response to the cool air touching her twisted flesh. She wrapped her arms around the slender girls waist and turned to face the television. Propping her feet up on the coffee table, she used her legs to hold Nikki’s spread so that her position closely mimicked the foxgirl on the screen in front of her, except for Jane’s own pantied rump wiggling under the spread legs. Jane had a perfect view of the amateur porn and the little girl in her lap both, and in the dark portion of the screen, the reflected beauty of little tailhole was easily visible.
	Jane cooed encouragingly in Nikki’s ear, fingers going back to her nipples. She grasped gingerly at first, then twisted, making the bunnygirl squeal. On screen, the would-be porn star finally slid her hand between her legs to start masturbating, and Nikki immediately echoed her movements. It was pretty clear to Jane where the Nikki had adopted a taste for getting herself off. She would bet there was a showerhead vid somewhere in that Trash folder.
	Jane could hardly believe her position. In her lap, spread like a lewd camgirl, was one of the youngest girls she’d ever babysat--and Jane was twisting her nipples and whispering encouragement as she diddled herself! Nikki got going quick and as Jane twisted one nipple, then the other, she squealed and arched her hips. The girl on the television pushed several combinations of fingers into various holes, while Nikki, in contrast, kept it simple. The girl had three fingers pressed against her clit and was rubbing it in brisk circles as she panted. Jane held her tight, staring over her shoulder, amazed as the girl grew wet, which Jane had been sure she was too young to do.
	The living room grew noisy with the wet sounds of Nikki masturbating and the exuberant squeals that come from masturbating when you know no one is listening. The bunnygirl shifted, planting her feet on Jane’s knees, arching her hips clear off Jane’s lap. Jane held her breath, twisting those little nipples as hard as she dared as Nikki worked at her little clitty. Arched, the girl started to tremble, then she squeaked and began bucking the air wildly. Jane watched in shock as those hips humped the air and a single arc of liquid squirted out from between the girl’s fingers, sprinkling the polished wood of the coffee table they were braced against.
	The bunny collapsed, limp and panting, in her lap. Jane wrapped her arms around her, cuddling her in the preorgasmic glow and self-consciously brushing the girl’s skirt back into a modest position.
	Nikki lay in her lap, smiling and catching her breath. With her clean hand, she grabbed the remote and re-deleted the amateur porn her parents thought her oblivious to. Jane watched silently, until she saw Nikki grab her t-shirt, and was about to wipe her fingers clean.
	“Wait,” she said impulsively, causing Nikki to turn her head to look up at her, confused. Jane reached out, taking her hand by the wrist. Acting purely on instinct, she lifted the girl’s hand, tongue rolling out to slowly clean those three fingers slick with the girl’s arousal and orgasm. She moaned softly at the taste, warm and vaguely spicy, even as the girl in her lap made a face and a quiet ‘ew’ sound.
	“Why’d you do that?” Nikki asked quietly once she’d finished.
	“I couldn’t help myself,” Jane admitted, embarrassed. “But you taste amazing.”
	“Really?” she asked, making a face. “I mean, I’ve seen the girls on the video do that, but I could never make myself taste it. It just seems yucky.”
	Jane nodded, nosing Nikki’s cheek affectionately and holding her nearly-nude body closely. “I used to think that, too. Til I tried it,” Jane whispered to the girl. Jane’s body burned with desire, and her panties were certainly ruined. She’d watched this girl masturbate twice. It was time to get serious. With at least four hours until the Tanas got home, Jane wasn’t going to let another moment of this opportunity pass her by.
	“You seem awful good at getting yourself off, Nikki,” Jane said sweetly, sliding out from under the girl’s body. When the girl looked up at her, confused, she clarified. “Masturbating. Diddling. Cumming.” Nikki’s mouth made a little ‘o’ of understanding, and the girl blushed. Jane grinned.
	“It’s time you started letting someone else take care of that for you.” Jane slid off the couch and with a gentle, but forceful push, pressed the girl’s shoulders into the back of the couch. Jane knelt on the floor in front of her, letting her hands pet down the girl’s soft furred body very slowly, fingers tenderly brushing those tortured nipples and sliding teasingly across her bellybutton. Nikki opened her mouth as if to say something, but only a sweet little mewl escaped. Jane grinned. Her hands caressed down Nikki’s narrow thighs until they slid down, cupping under her knees. Jane leaned in close, cotton-clad breasts brushing Nikki’s tummy. “Some things I’m about to do might seem gross or yucky. You gotta trust me. Will you trust me, Nikki?”
	Nikki stared at her, swallowed, and nodded. The girl’s cheeks were still flush, nipples still erect from her recent orgasm and she’d barely caught her breath. Jane giggled with delight at the nod, the sweet anticipation of what she was about to do making her whole body tingle. She gripped the backsides of Nikki’s knees a little firmer and then easily pushed those legs back. She spread the girl lewdly, her fingers nearly able to touch Nikki’s ribs.
	Jane stared. Inches from her nose lay the girl’s delicate cunny, still swollen with arousal and wet from her orgasm. The pretty pink star of her tailhole was visible as well, clenched tight in anticipation. 
	“Hold your knees right there, sweetie,” Jane cooed. The girl complied, holding herself spread. Jane felt a little thrill at commanding the girl to do something lewd, and being obeyed.
	With her hands free, she stroked gently down the girl’s thighs, savoring a few moments to admire the treasure before her. Her mind raced through the possibilities of the night, some so depraved they made her blush, finding that small remaining modicum of shame. Still... possibilities. She’d start slow, though, if somehow eating out the girl you were paid to babysit was ‘slow.’ 
	Jane lowered her muzzle to the spread pussy before her, impressed at how wet the girl had grown and how brilliantly pink she was between her labia, the tiny entrance of her vagina clenched shut and trembling. Jane slid her hands down through Nikki’s fur, finally cupping the pert cheeks of her rump in both hands. She cooed, squeezing, then spread her even more, making the tight hole of her anus distend and gape a little.
	Jane’s tongue lolled out and, very slowly, she lapped up the little girl’s juices, drawing her warm tongue over those glistening folds with agonizing slowness. She felt Nikki tense in her hands, squirm, and try to push her hips forward into the tongue. Jane grinned, electing not to torture the poor thing. Instead, she opened her muzzle wide and pressed forward, encompassing the young girl’s slit in her open mouth. She sucked gingerly, drinking that warm nectar as her tongue lashed out. Without warning, she pushed her tongue past her labia and into that tight little hole, her ears twitching as she heard the bunny squeal above her. She stretched her tongue deep, just able to feel the tissue of the girl’s hymen at her limit, then began to quickly and roughly tonguefuck the bunny’s snug cunny. 
	Jane’s fingers kneaded Nikki’s cute little ass, and it took quite a lot of willpower to keep herself from pushing a finger or thumb into her little tailhole, but she refrained for now. Instead, every few thrusts she pulled her tongue out, giving the girl a long, quick lick, from puckered tailstar to her throbbing little clitty, grinning at how the bunny twitched and squeaked when her tongue touched each sensitive bit. She shifted her muzzle slightly, feeling that hot nub of a clit press against her nosepad. Grinding with her nose, she made sure the little node of pleasure got constant stimulation as her tongue focused on the girl’s vagina, thrusting in roughly and noisily over and over. Nikki was moaning constantly now, punctuated by sweet little squeaks or squeals. She felt the girl lose grip of her spread legs, the lanky limbs falling to Jane’s shoulders. She considered pausing to chide the girl, but the bunny instead wrapped them around Jane’s head, pushing her face roughly into her cunny and humping her face wildly. Feeling the tension rise in the little girl’s body, Jane chose not to stop.
	Fingers tangled in her hair as Nikki arched her back, her little butt thumping against the couch as the thrusts of her hips lifted her clear off of it. Jane sucked harder, hungry for that sweet, spicy fluid as her tongue fucked that little hole faster and harder than before. She felt Nikki go taut and Jane gripped her tightly by her buttocks as the bunny thrust her hips forward, her body tight as a bowstring as she arched upright on Jane’s shoulders. Jane pushed her tongue as deep as she could manage a half second before Nikki’s muscles clamped powerfully around her tongue. Nikki didn’t make a sound as she orgasmed, her body motionless for the first several seconds as her cunny spasmed wildly, flooding Jane’s mouth with a startling rush of a thick, sweet liquid that squirted out of her.
	As the first still, intense moments passed, Nikki’s body became motive again, bucking in time with the powerful spasms of her pussy. The happy shrieks out of her were loud enough that some distant part of Jane’s mind worried about the neighbors. Fluid smeared Jane’s face as the girl thrashed on her shoulders for several seconds, the doe’s tongue unable to keep up with the powerful bucking, so she simply enjoyed the sight instead, licking and sucking at whatever she could manage.
	Then, abruptly, she was done. The bunny went limp and fell onto the couch with a thump,	leaving Jane kneeling, panting, grinning, so coated in girljuice that even her collar was stained. She stared down at the bunny, devouring her nearly-nude form with her eyes. Jane didn’t realize what she was doing until her phone was already in her hand. The rational portion of her brain warned against creating evidence, but that portion was largely subdued by the aching need between Jane’s thighs. She wanted to be able to drink this sight in for the rest of her life, so she snapped several pictures of the limp, preteen bunny’s passed-out body, including close-ups of her pussy, which dribbled juices, and the tight pucker under her tail. 
She checked the time on her phone before returning it to her purse. 8:01pm. Still plenty of time. Her loins ached, and the room smelled just as powerfully of her own arousal as it did of the little girl’s squirting orgasms. She pulled her panties off, folding the wet little things before she set them on the coffee table.
	She admired the panting, sleeping form for several more seconds before bending over in front of her. She cupped the back of Nikki’s head and leaned in, forcing her tongue past the girl’s lips to kiss her hard, filling her mouth with the taste of her own sex.
Nikki moaned once in her sleep, some instinctive part of her beginning to return the kiss before she awoke, startled. She jerked back but Jane’s hand kept her in place, forcing the kiss on her. She calmed quickly, closing her eyes and allowing herself to be kissed, her tongue slowly responding with eagerness if not experience. Jane grinned and released the girl’s head and ended the kiss. Nikki stared at her wide-eyed.
	“There, that didn’t taste too bad, did it?”
	“Is... is that what I taste like?” Nikki asked, licking her lips tentatively.
	“Mmhmmm,” Jane cooed. She moved back, sitting on the sturdy, mahogany coffee table. “Now, I think we can both agree you’re being a little selfish, don’t you think? You’ve cum three times, and I’ve only had one.” She licked her lips, tasting the little girl on them.
	“Three?” Nikki asked, then made a little ‘o’ with her lips as she realized. Jane loved watching the girl blush like that.
	“Mmhmm,” Jane said slowly. “Now it’s Miss Jane’s turn.” She leaned back, spreading her legs for the girl and letting the white skirt ride up to her hips. Unlike Nikki, Jane had a cute tuft of pubic ruff on her mound, though past that she kept the fur near her lips shorn close, making her glistening lips contrast lewdly, bright pink in the surrounding brown fur. Jane grinned as Nikki stared. Likely the girl had never seen a real pussy so close before, at least not in a sexual situation. Jane scooted her hips forward, revealing her tailhole as well, then reached down with one hand to spread her lips. She shivered, her arousal deepening as she exposed herself to the preteen, a small puddle of juices collecting on the polished mahogany under her butt.
	“Y-you... you want me to lick you, too?” 
	Jane closed her eyes, the sound of Nikki’s voice making her shiver. She smiled at the girl, who was just sitting up on the edge of the couch, her eyes never wavering from Jane’s pussy. “Definitely,” Jane cooed, her voice like honey. “But not right now. I had something else in mind... “ She spread her lips wider, her opening twitching with anticipation. “Put in two fingers, like you saw that girl on TV do.”
	Nikki scooted off the couch, sitting on the floor between Jane’s spread legs. Jane watched her lick her lips then raise her hand. The girl’s eyes widened slowly as she sank two fingers inside of Jane. Her muscles clenched down around the fingers and she gasped happily, the touch like electricity on her slick folds.
	“Yesss,” Jane hissed, panting. She tried to calm her breathing. She wanted to take this a long way, and it wouldn’t do to cum already. Swallowing, she concentrated on the girl in front of her. She reached down with one hand, gently grabbing Nikki’s forearm as her other hand kept her lips spread for the girl.
	“Now another...” Jane whispered. Nikki’s tongue poked out of her lips as the girl leaned forward, staring as she wiggled her middle finger in towards her first two and slid it in as well. “Another,” Jane said urgently. The obedient bunny squeezed her fingers in around themselves, working her hand back and forth to get the pinky in as Jane squeaked and tried to hold still. 
	Jane cooed little words of encouragement and hissed out a shallow breath as all four little fingers worked inside of her. Together, they were just about as big as Jane’s favorite toy, and she was comfortably snug around them. She ground her hips slowly for a long while, letting Nikki watch as her fingers pushed in and out of the older girl’s spread lips with Jane’s hand guiding the motions of her arm.
	Then Jane let her lips go, wrapping her fingers around Nikki’s hand instead, which was slick with her arousal by now. “Now,” she murmured. “Like this.” She pushed Nikki’s thumb against her palm and pulled on the girl’s arm with her other hand. The whole paw sank inside her with little resistance and Jane cried out softly with delight. She kept pulling, her lips stretching around a few inches of the girl’s wrist. Jane rolled her head back, tongue lolling as she felt the girl’s hand fill her, twisting, fingers daintily exploring her insides.
	“So warm,” whispered Nikki, in awe. “And wet.”
	“Make a fist sweetie,” Jane instructed, her whole body quivering when she felt Nikki obey. “Gooood. Now pump it into me, like you felt my tongue doing to you.” She made eye contact with the young bunny, issuing a command and knowing her little plaything would obey. “Do it hard. You won’t hurt me.” Nikki’s head bobbed obediently and Jane released her hand and arm, leaning both hands back to grip the edge of the coffee table. 
	Nikki slowly drew her arm back until Jane could feel her entrance taut around the bunny’s wrist. On the floor, Nikki shifted a little and grasped the edge of the table by Jane’s leg for leverage. Then she thrust, hard, and Jane cried out with pleasure as the fist and arm filled her, sinking deep. Nikki pulled back and thrust again, and again. Jane babbled encouragement, urging the little girl to go faster and thrust harder. The preteen caught the hang of it quickly, pounding her little fist into Jane’s body, which quivered and thrust in return. Jane peeked at the little girl to find her staring, lips slightly parted, at Jane’s taut lips, moisture peppering her face as she pumped her fist into her babysitter so forcefully.
	Jane cried out in pleasure, fingertips digging little trails in the underside of the table as she gripped it, lifting her hips off the wood to thrust in time with Nikki’s pounding fist. Nikki’s knuckles barely kissed her cervix on each thrust. Jane had never been so filled before, and the few, fumbling guys she had been with were rapidly paling in comparison to her new, favorite plaything. Suddenly, something inside her taut vagina shifted and wave of new sensation crashed over her making her gasp. She looked down. Nikki had found a more secure way to brace herself for leverage and now twisted her arm sharply with each thrust, causing her knuckles to roll over new places in Jane’s tight tunnel. The doe tried to murmur her approval, but words were becoming difficult. Instead she lay back, shoulders and head hanging off the table as her hips thrust greedily down Nikki’s arm. 
	Her body tensed and began to shake as she started to cum. Not the tight, taut thrusting orgasm she had experienced in the hall, but a more intense eruption of pleasure that started subtlely and wrenched control of her body away as it ramped up. Jane gasped softly with surprise, shaking and then bucking as she came. Her cunt clamped down powerfully on Nikki’s arm but the girl refused to stop, diligently pounding her fist against the tense muscles, her movement restricted to only an inch or two but producing a profound effect in the doe. A familiar heat and tightness swelled in Jane’s loins as she began to squirt for the second time that night, something she rarely did in general. With her vagina shoved full with Nikki’s arm, the thick juice jetted out of her at high pressure, one squirt arcing over the girl’s shoulder and onto the couch, while another sprayed her square on the nose.
	Jane reached down, grabbing Nikki’s arm near the elbow and holding it tightly in place, with the girl’s knuckles pressed against her cervix. She arched up off the table, thrusting her hips on the arm lewdly as she ground through the last, incredible peaks of her orgasm, body so tense she was sure Nikki’s arm ached inside of her. Still she squirted, her thick fluid peppering Nikki’s flat chest and mixing with the pool of her arousal on the table. She gasped and squealed, making eye contact with the little girl beneath her and finding a look of eager delight and awe. The sight of the girl so happy with her arm buried inside her pussy made her clench again. The edges of her vision faded suddenly and the last thing she heard before losing consciousness was the lewd, wet sound of Nikki’s arm pulling out of her body.

***
	Warmth pressed against Jane’s body. She made an ‘mmmm’ sound and nestled into her cuddler. Her hand slid down, finding her partner’s butt. She couldn’t help it. She was an ass-girl, through and through, and a good cuddle was even better when she could grope a nice rump, whether her partner was male or female.
	The giggle made her ears twitch and swivel. It was incongruous with the feel of a nude body against her, a bare ass in her hand. She opened her eyes to find Nikki’s violet eyes staring back at her. She inhaled sharply as consciousness finally surged back fully. Her loins ached deliciously, and the rump under her fingers, though little, was eager and responsive. She dipped a finger between the cheeks, teasing Nikki’s tailhole, and felt the girl tense under her. Nikki moaned and Jane grinned with delight. She peeked at the clock over the girl’s shoulder. 10:12pm! How long had she slept? Then again, how long had Nikki fisted her? That orgasm sure felt like it had lasted an hour. She sighed, shivery with recollection.
	Nikki burrowed against her chest, face pressed into her proud little B-cups. Jane shifted to catch the bunny’s eartip in her mouth, suckling softly as she teased that little pucker under her finger, pressing against it, threatening to push inside. Just feeling and listening to the girl react under her touch threatened to make her cum again. She squeezed her thighs together, sighing happily through her nose. With deliberate suddenness, she moved her hand away from Nikki’s rump and released the eartip from her muzzle. The girl whined and arched against her. The feeling of control that gave her made Jane even wetter.
	“Time to put you to bed, sweetheart,” Jane said in a serious, nonchalant tone. “It’s well past your bedtime.” Jane was thrilled to feel the girl squirm to look up at her and hear the soft whine. 
	“But...” the girl started. Jane had been hoping she would. She lifted her hand and gave her ass a sharp smack. The girl yelped, and Jane grinned, apologizing for the spanking by gently rubbing the girl’s butt afterward.
	“No buts,” she said in her ‘obey-me’ voice. “Go lay on your bed while I check and see if there’s a game we can play to get you to sleep.”
	Nikki started to protest again, but stopped and tensed as Jane lifted her hand threateningly. The bunny hopped up and scampered down the hallway. 
	Jane stood, following at a leisurely pace, her legs more than a little wobbly. Peeking in, she nodded approvingly to find Nikki laying on her pillows, nude. The girl’s discarded pink skirt lay on the floor near the bed, stained from their earlier activities. She passed the girl’s room to the door at the end of the hall. Not locked; good. Some parents she sat for were a little protective of their privacy. She slipped into the master bedroom and flipped the light on. She looked around, assessing the room. Chest of drawers. Closet with a high shelf. Space under the bed. All contenders. On a hunch, she went instead to Mrs. Tana’s bedside table, which had three drawers. Opening the bottom one, she found a large Crown Royal bag which was definitely not hiding booze. Jackpot.
	Jane spent the next several minutes very carefully searching the room. The Crown Royal bag had some useful things, but not what she wanted. After a half hour, she finally decided Mr. and Mrs. Tana did not own a strapon. Well, fifty bucks would buy her a decent one at the strip mall up the street. Next time. She half-lidded her eyes, grinning, letting her mind make some awfully explicit plans for ‘next time.’
	Jane meticulously put everything back in its place, all except for one of the things she’d found in the purple velvet bag. She closed the door as she stepped into the hallway. Ears perked, she could hear the girl’s heavy breathing. She clopped down the hall to stand in the girl’s door. As she’d guessed, the girl lay there panting, fingers and cunny coated in her slick nectar.
	“I should spank you for starting without me,” she said, tsking. She had to hide her smile when the girl pouted and whimpered. “At least you got off lying on your back. I hope for your sake some of that girljuice found it’s way to your butthole.” She swung the cord that was wrapped around her finger, bringing Nikki’s attention to the buttplug that was hanging from it. It was the littlest she could find in Mrs. Tana’s fairly impressive collection of butt toys. Still, it seemed enormous compared to the girl who lay panting on the bed, staring at the thing.
	Jane reached down, unzipping her pleated skirt and letting it fall away, pooling at the girl’s door. “Ass up for me, sweetie,” Jane commanded, walking toward the bed, letting her hips sway deliberately. She loved the way Nikki stared at her, and loved even more how she obeyed so readily. The girl rolled onto her stomach and pulled her knees under her, lifting her ass while keeping her shoulders against her pillows. Jane couldn’t help the soft moan the sight elicited from her. As she’d guessed, plenty of Nikki’s moisture had trickled between the her cheeks, making her little tailhole glisten.
	Jane climbed up on the bed. She fully intended to plug that little hole with the vibrating toy she’d found. Instead, the spade-shaped latex fell to the comforter, momentarily forgotten as Jane’s hands softly squeezed Nikki’s uplifted cheeks. Without hesitation, or quite realizing what she was doing, she lowered her muzzle below the girl’s tail. She kissed her tailhole softly, hearing the bunny squeak out, surprised, “What’r y-unnnhh..”
	The little preteen’s question was interupted as Jane  thrust her tongue out, driving the narrow muscle right past that clenched ring and into the girl. She kneaded the girl’s ass with her hands, groaning at the taste of her sex and clean flesh. Her tongue thrust roughly, stroking deep inside the girl several times before she drew away.
	“Perfect,” Jane cooed, panting. The tailhole glistened with her saliva now, and the ring had relaxed, open and inviting rather than nervously clenched shut. She scooped up the buttplug and pushed it inside the girl before the opportunity passed and she tensed up again. The pink latex slid into her with an audible pop. Jane could see the ring clench powerfully around the narrow base. Nikki’s back arched and she rolled her hips backward, squealing. Jane gave the small circle of exposed latex a little push to ensure the toy was secure. Satisfied, she pushed the girl roughly onto her side. Any movement made the bunny writhe and squeak from the unfamiliar toy wedged between her cheeks. Jane smiled, grabbing Nikki’s petite foot in one hand, and the corded controller to the toy in her other. 
	Lifting Nikki’s foot, she placed it on her shoulder and slid forward over the girl’s other leg. She tested Nikki’s upraised foot and was impressed by the girl’s flexibility. She lifted the foot to a right angle easily as she shifted the rest of the way up Nikki’s thigh. Both girls sighed sweetly when one’s wet lips met the other’s. 
	Jane clutched at Nikki’s leg, hugging it against her as she began to grind down, feeling her wet, pubescent labia spread and press against the girl’s immature slit. A hum emerged from the preteen’s body as Jane thumbed the wheel on the controller, bringing the toy buried in her ass to life. Jane gasped, feeling the vibrations through Nikki’s cunny. The bunnygirl gripped her pillow and began writhing, minor orgasms suddenly rocking her body.
	Jane murmured approvingly and began grinding herself into the girl in earnest, greedy for the sensation of her pussy melding with the preteen’s little slit, clits sliding past one another and occassionally kissing, sending an electric shock through both their bodies.
	Jane thumbed the setting higher and higher until she reached the max. Nikki’s fur trembled from the power of it. Jane humped her hard, mercilessly, while the girl thrashed on the bed, overcome with the sensations gripping her. The vibrations, the feel of the little girl’s cunny, and the sight of her thrashing set Jane off quickly. Orgasm gripped her quicker than she could have guessed and she began bucking her hips into the small child under her. Both girls creamed intermittently, thickening the mess of fluids where their bodies joined. Jane clutched Nikki’s leg with both arms as she fucked her, cunt spasming again and again, the little girl’s room filled with wet sounds and the angry buzz of the toy rammed inside the girl’s pucker.. 
	The muscle-clenching, squirting spasms didn’t release Jane for several minutes as she arched there over the girl’s body, using her as a wet, warm, vibrating toy to get herself off on. Finally she collapsed off her, stretched over the foot of Nikki’s full bed. It was still a while longer before the whimpering, writhing, and wet sounds reminded her to grope around and find the controller, thumbing it off to give the girl some peace. The angry buzz gone, the room was silent except for the two of them panting in harmony. Jane managed to sit up, looking over to find the girl in a deep unconsciousness that would eventually segue seamlessly into a heavy, satisfied sleep. 
	Jane sat on the edge of the bed and fingered herself off to another little orgasm as she pulled the toy oh-so-slowly out of the sleeping girl’s ass. A ‘Hello Kitty’ digital alarm clock on Nikki’s dresser informed her it was 11:29pm. 
	Jane smiled contentedly and set the toy on the dresser. She retrieved her skirt from NIkki’s floor and her still-wet panties from the coffee table and dressed herself. Then she tucked Nikki’s nude body under the sheets. She had to flip the comforter, which was soaked with girljuices.  She washed her hands and face in the bathroom, along with the toy, which she then placed back carefully in its hiding spot. 
	The couch and coffee table, and the floor between, took several minutes to clean and stain blot. There was nothing she could do about the fingernail trails she’d left, but being on the underside of the tabletop, she hoped no one would notice. She did the dishes and folded the clean clothes that Nikki had scattered around the bathroom, putting the soaked ones to dry on the edge of the tub. Then she checked the TiVo and redeleted the episode of True Blood as well as the amateur porn. Finally, she turned on a little pot of potpourri she found on a sideboard by the front door, hoping it would disperse some of the lingering scents of girlsex. 
	12:04am.
Jane helped herself to another sandwich and a soda, then fell into a deep, sated sleep watching ‘Teen Mom.’

***

	The door creaked open and Jane managed to convince her eyelids to do the same. An infomercial greeted her on the television. 3:19am. She looked up and offered a tired wave to Mr. and Mrs. Tana. She wasn’t sure, but Jane thought Mrs. Tana’s skirt was on backwards, and the tie Mr. Tana had left in was nowhere to be found.
	“Hi, sorry we’re so late!” Mrs. Tana said in a medium whisper. “Was she any trouble?”
	“Oh, no ma’am. Dinner, some TV, and a couple games. She was down by about 9:45. I tried to get her down on time, but she can be very insistent.”
	Mr. Tana smiled at her and moved into the kitchen. Jane heard ice clinking into a highball glass.
	“If you could convince her to sleep at 9, I’d call you some kind of sorceress. Here. Since we‘re so late.”
	Jane stared down at the two twenties and a ten that Nikki’s mother pressed into her hand. Jane blushed, shame tugging at the back of her mind.
	“Oh, Mrs. Tana I couldn’t! She really wasn’t any trouble at all.”
	The rabbit woman shook her head firmly. “I won’t hear another word about it. You’re sweet to refuse, but I insist. Do you want to claim the couch till morning?”
Jane picked her purse up from the couch and stashed her unexpected windfall. “Oh thank you, but it’s just a quick walk through the old park. Thank you!” she squeaked excitedly, shouldering her purse.
Mrs. Tana bent over to kiss her cheek, making Jane blush all over again. “How’s next Friday sound for another hundred?”
	“Hundred?” called Mr. Tana from the kitchen, surprised.
	“Hush, Mike. When’s the last time we came home and Nikki was asleep?” Mrs. Tana turned back to Jane, eyebrows lifted hopefully.
	“Sure! I was hoping you’d ask me on again!”
	“Perfect!” Mrs. Tana yipped happily. “Good night then! See you in a week!”