“Mrs. Sun? I’m Fiona McClain. We spoke on the phone.”
        “Oh yes, splendid! Please come in, young lady. And please, call me Ming.”
        Fiona felt her cheeks pinkening as Ming swept her arm to invite her inside. She didn’t look at all like she sounded on the phone. The woman spoke very good English, but still kept a rather thick accent. Fiona had pictured her as a tiny, aging Asian woman, perhaps a clouded leopard or a panda.
        But the young red panda woman before her was neither tiny, nor someone she would describe as ‘aging.’ She had a broad smile and was full of energy. And she was clearly dressed to enjoy herself on a Friday night. She wore a semblance of a Chinese style dress, but it was far shorter than anything Fiona had ever seen in the style, and her ample chest filled it in a way that made Fiona’s mind wander, even though the traditional high wrapped collar of the garment offered no glimpse of what was underneath.
        The fabric was black and sleek, done through with elaborate red embroidery. It very nicely complimented her lustrous, straight black hair and her red fur as well. The mental image the young giraffe hybrid had conjured of a formal older woman popped and drifted away on the wind, and Fiona found herself staring, a little dumbfounded.
        “Fiona?”
        Fiona blinked and her blush deepened. “Oh, I’m sorry. I was just. . .admiring your lovely home, Mrs. Sun. Er. Ming.” She stepped into the house, which was on the small side, but impeccably decorated with an eye for traditional Chinese culture. The decor was neither gaudy nor cheap like so many “Asian inspired” rooms Fiona had seen. It was simple and understated and yet glamorous. And it made Ming’s stunning visage stand out all the more.
        “Thank you very much,” Ming said with a warm smile as Fiona stepped inside.
        Fiona’s phone sang in her purse, and she murmured an apology as she reached down to silence it quickly. It sang again, and again before Fiona could switch it to an inobtrusive mode, but she refused to give it the attention it begged from her. She wasn’t all that willing to take her eyes off of Ming while the woman was still here.
        “Jun is upstairs,” the woman was explaining as Fiona remembered to take her eyes off her full chest. “She is not likely to come down. She resents that I refuse to pay her to sit Xin for me, but I say she is still not old or responsible enough. Xin’s bedtime is 9:30, and she should be able to take care of things herself. No bathtimes or storybooks to worry about for my girls. Just dinner and not killing themselves, mm? Sixty dollars should cover pizza and your fee, and I’ve left that in the bureau for you with a list of phone numbers.”
        Fiona nodded. “Bedtime at 9:30, money’s in the bureau, don’t let anyone die. I think I’ve got it, Mrs. Sun.”
        The woman smiled and leaned forward. “Ming, please. Mrs. Sun makes me feel so old!”
        Fiona blushed. “Oh, gosh, I’m sorry! You’re certainly not old, Mrs--er, Ming. You look stunning.”
        Ming giggled softly and preened just a little bit. Fiona indulged in a little staring, blushing deeper as Ming didn’t seem to mind the attention. She tried to resist imagining the pattern of Ming’s fur under that dress and failed, her mind’s eye filling in the red panda’s lines, her full, bared breasts, her. . .
        “I’m not sure what time I’ll be back. Late, I hope!” Ming winked her and Fiona gasped softly, which made the older woman giggle with delight. “If it’s after two, I’ll double your fee. With my two wild girls, their wild mom doesn’t get out as much and I plan to make the most of it!”
        Fiona gasped again. No, Ming was certainly nothing like she’d expected. She felt awkward, the mother confiding what could only be described as scandalous insinuations with her, even though she was only two years older than one of her ‘wild girls.’ Though, it excited her as much as it embarrassed her, and for once Fiona truly understood the idea of a ‘MILF’ for one was standing right in front of her, grinning wickedly. She felt a familiar warmth in her nethers, and was glad she’d worn a pair of constraining jeans that kept everything in check, especially when Ming twirled to face the door and Fiona got an eyeful of how her dress only barely kept the curve of her ass decent.
        Ming opened the door and turned back around. Fiona snapped her eyes back up to the woman’s face, but was sure she had been caught staring. She blushed deeply, but Ming didn’t seem to notice. “Don’t wait up for me. If you feel like sleeping after the girls go to bed, there are blankets in the hall closet. Have fun!”
        “Aren’t you--” Fiona started, but the door was already closed. Ming was sure in a hurry to get out of the house. Well, a single mother with a preteen and a teenager, Fiona sure couldn’t blame her. Though she found herself envying whoever Ming encountered that night. She wished she’d somehow managed to sneak a picture. Her mom always got a thrill from hearing about and seeing the curvy women that caught her eye.
        Fiona found Xin by following the sounds of battle into the living room. Xin was a cute miniature version of her mother, minus the prodigious cleavage. She was sitting crosslegged in a faded t-shirt on the couch, a wireless keyboard across her knees. On the television, an adorable raccoon girl swung a sword three times her size alongside a bikini clad sorceress and some giant hulking fellow that kept casting blue circles on the ground. Fiona guessed from the hovering names that the girl was engrossed in an MMO, though she’d never heard of one involving bikinis and little girls.
        “Hi, Xin,” she began sweetly. “My name’s Fiona. . .”
        The ten year old, tongue sticking cutely out of the corner of her mouth, didn’t reply as her character on the screen slashed away at a huge monster made of rocks. Fiona shrugged and walked around her to a vacant chair, careful not to get between her and the screen. A sulky teenager who wouldn’t come out of her room and a video-game-engrossed little preteen? This was going to be the easiest forty bucks she’d ever made. She found herself hoping Ming got lucky tonight and stayed out past two. Eighty bucks in one night? She could finally buy those new jeans she’d been eyeing.
        Fiona fished her phone back out of her purse, glancing sidelong at Xin. The girl was focused on the screen, and her tongue was sticking out of the other corner of her mouth. She wasn’t paying Fiona a lick of attention. Even still, Fiona grabbed a throw pillow from the couch and sat it in her lap, trying to be nonchalant. She was pretty sure the insistent buzzing of her phone had been from her mom and she didn’t want Xin glancing over and spotting her secret bulging in her pants.
        Fiona’s mom was out at a concert, dressed in a way that Fiona would’ve considered embarrassingly inappropriate just a few months ago, a too-tight vintage shirt whose logo was distorted by her tits, and thoroughly ripped jeans that revealed the bare curve of one butt cheek. Fiona could still barely comprehend the sort of relationship she’d been lured into with her own mother. They’d both been lonely since dad had left, and they’d been rather distant from one another, until that day in the coffee shop. . .
        She shivered, her feminine sex clenching needily at the thought of her mom penetrating her for the first time. The first of dozens of times since then. But as much as they each indulged in each other, leaning on one another to sate themselves, the real adventure they’d had together had been in sharing the details of their own conquests. Well, her mother called them conquests. She was a little too shy for that. Her mom seemed to find a new teenage girl each week to bury herself in. Fiona had only had a few other partners. But sharing the intimate details of each new adventure was as exciting as that first penetration, a new, unexplored taboo.
        Fiona thumbed her phone open and found seventeen new messages from her mother, all images. There was still thirty minutes before the opening act took the stage, hours before the headliner, but her mom had wasted no time. As always, she’d found a shamelessly pandering boy band concert, the kind that had teeny girls Fiona’s age--and younger--flocking the stage, squealing and screaming to the slick haired man-boys on stage that they loved them.
        Her mom loved it. Surrounded by squealing girls in tight shirts, many of whom peeled off bras or other articles of clothing to throw on stage. There were other moms present too, dragged along as enforced chaperones for young daughters, and plenty of single women unaware that they were growing out of the demographic, enough so that she rarely stood out.
        Fiona flipped through the pictures slowly. One of a girl who couldn’t have been older than twelve wearing a tube top with nipple piercings easily visible through the thin cotton. Several of a group of excited schoolgirls outside the venue who were jumping up and down in excitement, flashing panties and one startlingly nude bottom. One of Annabelle in the girl’s restroom, standing in front of the mirror, her cock out and hard against the belly left bare by her tight, midriff t-shirt, the panties of girls in the stalls clearly visible in the background. The next was at an awkward angle and Fiona had to twist her phone to interpret it. It was the young girl from the first picture, her mouth shoved full of Fiona’s mom’s tongue, looking alarmed to have a picture snapped of her. 
        The pictures were tame so far, but they’d only get more explicit as the night wore on. Fiona shivered, looking forward to seeing who her mother picked to bury her cock inside. She wondered if the girl would turn up tomorrow at breakfast. Annabelle rarely brought her girls home. She enjoyed the thrill of filling them publicly, like their tryst with the otter twins. But a few of the sweetest she’d brought home. She’d never gone as far as to broach the subject of a threesome, but Fiona knew it was on her mind. She swelled at the thought. She liked her girls buxom, full-chested like Mrs. Sun, but she’d never turn away the opportunity of sharing one of mom’s little barely-teen sluts.
        After thumbing through all of the pictures two or three times, including the two new ones that arrived while she was looking, Fiona was rock hard in her jeans. She had to hold the pillow in place to keep it from teetering off the bulge of her shaft. She glanced up at Xin, who had barely made a sound aside from the occasional grunt and light, hurried breathing as she fought her way through monsters with her party. She wondered if the girl was too young for her mother’s tastes. She was a good two years younger than any of the pictures Fiona had received, but her mom frequently commented about how excited young girls made her.
        Fiona watched Xin for a long time, deliberately trying to feel the way her mom did, trying to get worked up over the girl a few feet away, who even had the waistband of her panties visible above the pants that sagged below her tail. Despite her already heightened libido, the visible panties, the thought of her mother, and the idea of being basically alone in the house with the girl, she couldn’t really summon much to get excited over. The girl simply had nothing fun to hang on to. Even her butt would offer little purchase.
        “What?” the little girl asked.
        “Hmm?”
        “You said something?”
        “Just introducing myself. I’m the babysitter, Fiona.”
        The girl rolled her eyes. “Duh.”
        Yep, no arousal at all. “Enjoying your game?”
        She sighed dramatically. “No loot for me. Now I have to queue again. Is it dinner time?”
        Fiona checked the clock. It was still pretty early. “Maybe soon. What do you think your sister would like on her pizza?”
        Xin wrinkled her nose at the idea. “Pizza? She probably won’t care.”
        “What, don’t like pizza? We could order chinese food.”
        Xin turned from her game and leveled Fiona with a cool look, brow arched. “Pizza’s fine.”
        Fiona bit her lip, trying not to giggle. She couldn’t decide if the little girl was infuriating or hilarious. “I’ll call it in in a half-hour or so.”

        ***

        Jun slinked down the stairs quietly. She was modestly dressed in an outfit carefully designed not to be scandalous if she got caught leaving, but modifiable into something suitably slutty for the concert tonight. Stupid babysitter, she thought ruefully. She was way too old for a babysitter. And if her mom wasn’t going to pay her the forty bucks to sit on her butt and make sure Xin didn’t die, she was going to go enjoy herself while someone else did.
        She peeked around the door from the foyer. The babysitter and Xin were sitting, each engrossed in their own activity, the only sound that of Xin’s Elin slayer decimating her enemies as she farmed gold, waiting on her queue. The giraffe teen had her long neck bent over a phone, her chestnut cheeks a little ruddy through the fur. Texting her boyfriend, Jun thought acidly. Maybe Xin would burn the house down while the giraffe girl was sending ‘cute selfies’ to whoever was on the other end of that conversation. Maybe then Jun would seem like a better choice.
        Jun turned her back on the living room and slipped open the bureau drawer as quietly as she could, pulling out the three twenties and shoving them into her little black wristlet. Mother would be so upset when she realized she’d forgotten to leave money for the babysitter. So forgetful. Maybe it’s better to just let Jun sit after all. She could use the money.
        Jun smiled. Her plan was flawless. For tonight, she got to go out to the concert she’d thought she couldn’t afford, and tomorrow, she would reap the benefits of her mother’s supposed forgetfulness. She turned toward the door and tripped. Frowning, she bent down to tie the laces on her Converse before heading out.
        “Oh, there you are! I was just about to come up and ask what you’d like on your pizza.”
        Jun froze. For such a tall creature, the babysitter was awfully quiet. She finished tying her shoe and stood up. The babysitter cocked her head curiously.
        “Are you going somewhere?” she asked, noticing Jun’s shoes and wristlet.
        Jun shook her head quickly. “No, my feet were getting cold upstairs, so I came down for my shoes. And I keep this on me,” she wagged her wristlet, “at all times so Xin doesn’t go digging through my phone.”
        “Oh, okay,” the older teen said easily. “So, pizza?”
        “Vegetarian. No jalapenos.”
        “Sounds perfect.”
        Jun flashed a smile and tried not to fidget until the tall giraffe turned back toward the living room, already dialing the phone. When the pizza place answered and the girl turned the corner, Jun slipped out the front door. She didn’t stop running until she was around the corner of the block, then she texted Juliette.
        Finally, she let herself breathe, thanking her lucky stars that excuses had popped onto her lips so readily. She always stammered when lying to mother. She couldn’t lie to that woman to save her life, or at least her night out. The guileless, sweet-smiling giraffe had been much easier to deceive.
        She unbuttoned her blouse, bare underneath, and tied it snugly between her breasts. She wished she had a mirror, and in lieu of one, spent considerable time squeezing her little tits together and tightening the knot on the shirt until she finally managed to coax a little cleavage up between the buttons. She was still rolling her skirt shorter when Juliete’s older brother pulled the car up to the curb. Jun jammed herself into the backseat with three of her friends, and didn’t give the easily deceived giraffe a second thought as they rolled off toward the concert, with still plenty of time before the headlining act.

        ***

        “I don’t think you’re listening to me,” Fiona said testily. “When I ordered the pizza, I thought I had money, but I don’t. No, I don’t have a card or a check to pay you with. There was supposed to be cash, and there’s not!”
        There was an awkward silence as the teenage ringtail who was holding her pizzas hostage--for the money she owed him--shifted uncomfortably on his feet. Behind her, Xin was obediently checking all the bureau drawers for the money, although they’d both thoroughly searched. It wasn’t there.
        The ringtail rubbed the back of his neck and smiled crookedly, his eyes briefly flicking down her body. Oh god, he wasn’t going to say what she thought he was, was he?
        “You know, in the movies, when the cute girl can’t pay for the pizza. . .” he trailed off suggestively.
        She crossed her arms over her breasts, her eyes darkening. “Yes?”
        “Uh. . .you know,” he added awkwardly, his eyes shifting over Fiona’s shoulder at Xin, who had given up the search and turned to listen to the conversation. Well, at least he had a tiny fraction of decency.
        “No, I don’t know,” she said, her tone naive even though her eyes were full of murder. Would he really give voice to such a crude offer?
        Sure enough, the ringtail leaned forward, whispering. “They have--”
        She slammed the door on his nose and he yowled on the other side of it. She locked the door and turned toward Xin.
        “In the real world, when the cute girl can’t pay for pizza, she finds something else to do for dinner.”
        Xin smiled a little. “Good luck,” she said skeptically.
        Good luck, indeed. The kitchen was barren of anything that she could just pop into the microwave. There were no fresh vegetables, which truly dismayed her, and no bread for sandwiches. Of raw ingredients, there was a bounty. Flour, eggs, milk, a few packages of meat that looked both fresh and expensive, but Fiona had no idea what she could do with them. She was far from being a cook. Ultimately, she settled on rice. It was hard to screw up rice, although she did manage to burn the bottom layer. She added a packet of frozen vegetables despite her distaste for such things, and then added some of the bamboo shoots she found, which didn’t look appetizing to her, but which Xin asked for.
        She stuck the pot in the sink to let the burnt rice soak as Xin took the bowls out to the table, then went upstairs to tell Jun that dinner was ready. She was nowhere to be found. Fiona put the pieces of the puzzle together readily and stormed back downstairs to the dining room.
        “You can thank your sister for taking our money for dinner. When she gets back.”
        Xin didn’t seem surprised. She giggled around a mouthful of rice. “You let her escape right under your nose? There goes your babysitting fee.”
        Fiona rolled her eyes, but the girl was right. She couldn’t very well collect her money when she’d lost one of the children she was supposed to be sitting. “Doesn’t matter,” she said. “Jun took that, too.”

        ***

        Annabelle leaned back against the wall of the venue, having stepped outside to take a little breather. This concert was crazier than most, and as usual her floor ticket had paid off. She hadn’t found herself a target for the night, not yet, but being down there, young girls pressing against her from all sides, screaming, gyrating, ‘dancing’. . .it was an intoxicating experience.
        She couldn’t hide the bulge in her jeans any longer, which was why she’d stepped out. She had to calm down before her erection gave her away and she was carted out of there. Already, one of the security guards had been casting her warning looks. The impala, dressed in a crisp white shirt and black tie rather than the usual tight black ‘SECURITY’ t-shirts, had caught her bending over and whispering into that little twelve-year-old’s ear. Luckily he hadn’t found her a moment before, when her tongue had been probing the girl’s throat.
        She’d hoped to spend the evening with that slutty little skunk. She’d never imagined nipple piercings on a girl that young. For that matter, she’d never done more than shove her tongue down a twelve year old’s mouth, yet, and she was eager to go further.
        But as much fun as they’d had making out, the girl had said she wouldn’t go past a blowjob. Too bad. She was looking for much, much more out of the night, though she’d gotten the girl’s cell number just in case her prospects didn’t improve. She’d been careful not to give out her own number.
        She breathed in the cooling air of the night, feeling the rhythmic thumping of the music through the wall against her back. She turned, calm enough to go back inside, when she saw a group of late comers running up to the front door a couple of hundred feet away. There were plenty of late arrivals, plus people milling around the main doors who didn’t have tickets at all, but this group of youngsters stood out as they weaved through the crowd with a purpose, intent on getting into the concert. A tall boy, perhaps college aged, left them at the edge of the crowd, headed back for the car park and leaving the four girls by themselves.
        Annabelle stared at one in particular. So much for having calmed down. She throbbed at the sight of this girl, even from so far away. A red panda, she had dark fur clear up the back of her legs as if the lines were designed to pull your eyes to her ass. Her skirt wasn’t serving much purpose at all. It was rolled so short that the bright pink of her panties was easily visible, even from here. Her white oxford was probably a modest one when it wasn’t tied between her breasts. Annabelle found herself wondering if there was a bra under that tied shirt, and doubted it. The other girls, a deer and a feline, were dressed similarly, but none had gone quite as far as the panda. Annabelle watched, and the girl tugged at the back hem of her skirt, which did nothing to cover her ass any better. Annabelle smiled. The girl knew just how sluttily she was dressed, and was embarrassed by it. Probably excited, too.
        Annabelle adjusted herself in her jeans, hoping to make the bulge less obvious, and turned toward the side doors, showing her bracelet to be let back in. She didn’t waste time turning toward the front of the arena and was waiting nearby to see the girls walk in. She imagined she could catch the scent of them, but really the whole place was loaded full of pheromones, sweat, perfume, pot, and vomit that it would’ve been impossible to identify their individual scents. Well, she planned to have that panda’s scent deep in her nose by morning.
        The red panda wasn’t as young as her earlier quarry, but still not old enough to drive, and the most notable difference was a budding set of breasts that the knot in her shirt forced into cleavage, and that suited Annabelle just fine. Her friends were all dressed to lesser degrees of scandal, one in a halter that would surely be untied from behind at least once before the end of the night, and all three of them in shorts. The shorts were tiny, young rumps barely squeezed into them, the effect making their teenage legs seem unnaturally long, especially on the doe.
        Annabelle eyed the doe as the girls made their way through the crowd in her direction. She was tempted to change targets. But the doe was the most conservative of the three. She wore a white oxford like the red panda’s, except hers was buttoned all the way down, tails loose so that she only offered occasional glimpses of her denim-hugged ass. The doe was demure, and focused on her friends.
        That panda, however, was eager to be seen. She was a curious mixture of excitement, nervousness, and embarrassment. She would tug the hem of her skirt down, then a moment later make sure it was rolled up as high as she wanted it to be. She would catch eyes with one of the rare boys present and follow his gaze, and always pouted when he moved out of sight with the girlfriend that had dragged him here in the first place. She was hardly paying attention to her friends at all.
        The girls were consulting their tickets, pointing in different directions to find their seats as the first opening act’s music pumped through the walls. They were about to duck inside the arena when the red panda’s eyes finally met hers. Annabelle smiled, a thrill running down her back. The girl’s eyes nearly slid away. She was straight, and looking for boys, but Annabelle made a quick motion to capture her attention.  She lifted her eyebrows and wiggled her fingers, then traced a line with one finger down between her breasts and lower. . .
        The red panda blushed, trying to look away, trying to not be interested, but then Annabelle’s finger reached the bulge in her pants. She giggled, watching the girl’s eyes widen. Even from this distance, she could see the panda’s nostrils flare. A girl tugged her arm, and she turned to say something over her shoulder. Making an excuse, Annabelle hoped.
        She waited until she was sure the girl was breaking away from her group, then turned as if she were going to leave. She wanted to make the teen chase her. She’d be hard to miss in a crowd. She was nearly a foot taller at the shoulder than most girls here, but her proud neck pushed her height nearly to seven feet, making her truly tower over the preteen and barely-teen crowd.
        She didn’t have to wait long before the red panda came pushing through the crowd to her side. She didn’t pause in her stride, looking ahead as if she barely noticed. She had a destination in mind. 
        “Uhm, hey.”
        Annabelle bent her neck a little, turning to grin at the girl. “Hey yourself.”
        “Uhm. . .”
        Annabelle reached her destination and place her hand on the small of the teen’s back, then pushed her around the corner. The girl landed with her back to the wall in the short, angled hallway that led into the deserted men’s bathroom. She bit her lip, looking eagerly up as Annabelle approached. She shivered at the look in the young girl’s eyes. 
        The girl pushed off the wall toward Annabelle, and she caught the little thing by the shoulders. She made a soft, needy sound, and Annabelle shivered as their bodies pressed together for the first time. Annabelle inhaled deeply and could smell the girl’s need. Season. Perfect timing.
        “Not yet,” she whispered, and turned the girl by her shoulders, giving her ass a firm smack. When she didn’t go at once, she pushed her again, hard, and followed her into the men’s restroom.
        A teenage boy stood at the sink, washing his hands, and stared red-faced at the two of them. Neither Annabelle nor her prey paid him any attention as Annabelle pushed the girl again, this time into the handicapped stall at the end. She wondered if the boy would stay to listen, maybe beat himself off in the next stall. She hoped he did.
        The girl leaned against the handrail, biting her lower lip, breathing heavily. Her shirt had come untied during the pushing and the wrinkled ends hung open, only barely concealing her nipples. Annabelle grinned predatorily and locked the stall, pulling her phone out of her jeans pocket to take a picture for Fiona. In lieu of finding her own date, her daughter had taken a babysitting job for the night. Considering the girl’s eye for big breasts, she wouldn’t be likely to find any interest in her charges either. Annabelle felt it was the least she could do to keep her sexy little daughter entertained. 
        Still holding her phone with one hand, she unzipped her pants with the other, grinning at the girl, licking her own lips as she let both of their anticipations rise. Then, she pushed the girl hard, and the teen squealed as she thumped up against the wall, the hand rail making her hips push out. Annabelle tugged the shirt off the girl’s shoulders, revealing the little tits the girl had been working so hard to show off.
        “Is this your first season?” Annabelle asked with interest, snapping a picture of the girl’s tits for Fiona before grabbing one. She snaked down her long, sinuous neck so that she could bite at the little pink nips without bending over. The girl squealed, lifting her hands, stroking along the curve of Annabelle’s neck.
        “N-no. . .my second,” the girl whispered. Then, “Please. . .”
        Annabelle twisted her neck to the side and bit the girl’s other nipple a little harder, enjoying the way she squealed. She made a soft sound in her throat, her thick tongue snaking out to slide over both of the girl’s breasts. “Mm, did you go out trolling for cock last time, too, or am I your first?”
        The girl whined, arching her back and staring down at Annabelle’s tongue, shivering, grinding her hips into the air eagerly, though Annabelle refused to stand close enough for the girl to buck against her. “No, I. . .I just used my fingers.”
        Annabelle slid her fingers down the girl’s body and was gratified by the way she arched and gasped. In the gaps between their conversation, she could hear the sound of flesh slapping against flesh as the boy jerked himself off in the next stall. He wasn’t even going to make it to the good part, Annabelle though, noting his already frantic pace.
        “And it wasn’t enough, was it?” The girl shook her head. She gasped as Annabelle’s fingers slid up her thighs, under her skirt. “Poor girl. You need someone to fill you up properly. Tell me your name.”
        The girl blushed at Annabelle’s assessment but didn’t deny it. She clenched her jaw for a moment as Annabelle grasped her panties and slid them down. “Jun,” she whispered.
        Annabelle smiled and lifted her hand, curling her her fingers so that they brushed Jun’s labia for the first time. The girl gasped, lifting up on her tiptoes. “I’m only going to warn you once, little Jun. I don’t intend to be gentle.”
        Jun squeaked with a tingle of fear. The slapping sound nearby grew to a frenetic pace, and in the next breath, they both heard the barely-stifled grunting as the boy shot his load. Jun’s eyes shifted to focus over Annabelle’s shoulder, realizing what she’d just heard and blushing deeply. Annabelle drew her fingers away. The girl was incredibly wet. Good. She’d need to be. 
        Annabelle gave Jun’s panties another tug and they fell away from her slender thighs to the floor. Her other hand popped the fly of her already unzipped pants and drew her cock out. Jun looked down excitedly, eager to see, but Annabelle stepped closer, letting her feel it press against her belly instead. Free of its denim prison, it drooled copiously into Jun’s fur. The panda whimpered, her hands coming up to rest on Annabelle’s hips, the girl growing more nervous by the second, but still eager.
        “It feels so big,” the girl whispered, and Annabelle chuckled a little at the cliche.
        “That’s enough talking,” Annabelle replied throatily, and the girl made a shy little ‘oh’ of agreement, just before Annabelle’s thick tongue thrust past her lips. The girl squealed, or would have, but Annabelle didn’t hold back at all. She’d warned the girl that she intended to be rough. She pinned her to the wall by her shoulders and thrust her tongue deep into her throat. The girl shuddered, trying to jerk away, gagging around it three or four times before the reflex subsided. The little ones always gagged, at least at first. Like any giraffe, Annabelle’s tongue was both quite long and quite thick, and she loved training her new little sluts with it. Jun’s fingers scratched at her hips spasmodically as Annabelle fucked her throat soundly for over a minute until the clenching, reflexive muscles relaxed.
        She slid her tongue deep then, shoving it down the girls throat as deep as she could, tasting acid. The girl shuddered at the invasive sensation, her body arching, unable to whimper or breathe while Annabelle had her filled like that. She drew it out long, letting the burning need for oxygen add to the girl’s other burning needs. She was clawing at Annabelle sides desperately when the tongue finally withdrew, and Jun gasped hoarsely for air, whimpering.
        While the teen clung to her, trying to refill her lungs, Annabelle slipped her hands down the backs of her thighs and lifted her. She was so perfectly slender that it took no effort at all to lift her off the ground, especially when she was too distracted by breathing to resist or kick out in surprise. The handrail provided a barely suitable ledge to rest the girl’s ass on, freeing Annabelle from holding her up completely. Annabelle reached behind the girl and pushed her tail through the small gap between the rail and the wall. It would pinch the bone painfully if she tried to push away. Annabelle intended to only let her down when she was finished with her.
        The girl had her breath back, but was staying quiet, biting her lower lip, letting Annabelle control her body. Annabelle smiled at her, the crooked tip of the cock resting on the girl’s mons, leaking into the short fur there.
        “Grab your legs,” Annabelle ordered, and the girl obeyed, gripping her legs behind the knees. Annabelle kept her from falling over by pressing her back against the wall hard with one hand. With the other, she took pictures of the girl, showing her full body and eager, slutty face, with Annabelle’s cocktip resting on her nethers, then getting closeups of the way her positon spread open her needy little cunt and pink tailhole. She sent them all along to Fiona, but she’d be wanting those last two herself, for later. She put her phone away, then. She wouldn’t have a free hand to operate it anymore. She hoped Fiona would be alright with just pictures of the aftermath.
        She leaned forward and her cock slid up Jun’s belly, leaving a trail of sticky pre. Their lips met, and Annabelle was no more gentle this time, but Jun was more willing, cocking her head back in a way that let the giraffe’s tongue slide down her throat easier. Annabelle’s shivered with delight at the girl’s eagerness to accommodate her.
        She reached down to either side, her hands gripping the handrail so that her arms kept the girl’s legs pinned back, knees almost touching the wall. Then she pulled her hips back and let her crooked cock tip drag through the girl’s fur, then drop between her outspread legs. She nestled against the girl’s tailhole at first, the little pink hole just at a height and angle that it begged to be penetrated. Annabelle shivered, wanting to oblige it, but anal play would have to wait. What this girl’s body needed was to be mated.
        Hands occupied, she used her hips to shift her position and thrust forward. The girl was so tight and so slippery with her season that Annabelle’s cock slipped right past it without purchase the first four times, the girl squealing with pleasure and frustration each time.
        The fifth time, her thrust hit home. Jun squealed, then stretched, but only barely, her virgin hole just beginning to accept Annabelle’s adult girth. A second thrust, and the right-angle crook of Annabelle’s shaft tore through Jun’s hymen. Annabelle kept pushing, not pausing for a second after the moment of penetration, pushing in deeper straight through Jun’s pain.
        Jun might’ve screamed then, but Annabelle filled her throat with her tongue, enjoying the way it contracted as the girl tried to cry out. She was incredibly tight, but not half as tight as that otter’s asshole had been. The slickness of her season made everything slide in smoothly despite the incredible pressure around her girth.  Annabelle kept thrusting until her crook hit cervix.
        Annabelle drew her hips back, the angle of her cock dragging along the tight walls of Jun’s tunnel, the girl thrashing against the wall, though Annabelle wasn’t sure if that was from pleasure or pain, still fucking the girl’s throat into silence. She didn’t quite care which it was, either. 
        Annabelle pulled her tongue out with a lewd, wet sound, and the girl gasped a deep breath, then two. When she tried to suck in the third, her mouth was full of tongue once again, and Annabelle thrust both her cock and her thick muscle into the girl at once. She tightened her grip on the rail, building a rhythm, pounding into the girl so hard her back slapped against the tile behind her. Jun tried to cry out but could only suck and swallow on Annabelle’s tongue, which she thrust down the girl’s throat in counter time to her hips.
        She drove in deep on each stroke, stretching her mercilessly and thumping into her cervix as though enough force would let her penetrate her even deeper. To her delight, Jun lost none of her tightness as Annabelle fucked her so roughly, the ring of her cunny clenching so tight along Annabelle’s shaft that it squeezed her precum into the girl’s warm snatch. 
        Jun clawed frantically at Annabelle’s back, rending holes in the vintage t-shirt she wore, and Annabelle drew her tongue out quickly, realizing it’d been quite some time since she’d let the girl breathe. She gasped in air, her throat hoarse, then arched her back, tossing her head back so hard it bounced off the tile.
        Annabelle groaned with delight as she felt Jun tighten and spasm around her, the girl’s whole body shaking as she came. Annabelle quickened her pace, leaving her tongue out of Jun’s mouth now, the sweet little ‘ah!’s of each thrust turning her on. Jun clenched her teeth, her body tensing again, her cunny squeezing spastically around Annabelle’s cock, gripping her so tight it set her off sooner than she expected.
        Annabelle arched her head back on her long neck and slammed into the uplifted girl one last time. Her balls clenched up and her shaft swelled so thick that Jun squeaked in alarm just before Annabelle blew her load. She gritted her teeth, shuddering as pleasure crashed through her, intensified as she felt how quickly her surge of seed filled the girl and came squirting out of her stretched lips. Jun squealed with pleasure, her hips jerking up lewdly to pummel her own cervix on Annabelle’s tip as she came.
        After just a few moments, they were both still. Annabelle felt Jun sag against her, and her cum made soft, wet splats as it dribbled out of the panda and onto the floor. Annabele rolled her hips, stirring her cock in the little girl’s cunt, making more of her seed spill out. Jun shuddered and gripped her tightly, her tunnel squeezing weakly around the circling cock as another, much milder orgasm shook her. 
        “Fu-uck,” the teenager whimpered, shuddering and squeezing around Annabelle’s shaft again. Then, “Thank you.”
        Annabelle murred, tilting the girl’s chin up with a single finger. When their lips met, Jun had her lips parted and her head tipped to let Annabelle’s tongue sink down her throat, which it did, violating her esophagus roughly for a slow minute, drawing out to tease her tongue, then thrusting back in deep again, before she finally pulled back and let the girl breathe, their lips parting with a pop.
        “Don’t thank me yet, sweetie. We’re far from done.”
        Jun’s eyes widened gratifyingly and her body shivered. Annabelle grinned, and for one wild moment, wondered if she could get away with fucking this girl in the middle of the concert. It was loud, dark, and full of bodies that would be writhing just as much as theirs. Too risky, she decided sadly, but her cock had restiffened at the thought, and Jun was quietly whimpering as it stretched at her recently virgin pussy.
        Still, Annabelle grinned at her captured prey and leaned down to lick at her nipples, her tongue long enough to reach both at the same time if she stretched.
        “We haven’t even gotten to the rough stuff, yet.”

        ***

        Fiona sighed as she waited outside Xin’s room in the upstairs hallway. She fidgeted with her phone, having to resist looking at it. Over thirty pictures awaited her, unopened, waiting only for Xin to be asleep and Fiona to have a little privacy. It was half past eleven, and with Ming planning on staying out until past two, Fiona ought to have plenty of time to herself, if only the little brat would go to sleep. Fiona had already had to confiscate a PSP and a reading light, and the last time she’d checked on the girl, she’d been laying in the moonlight, straining her eyes to see her book.
        The fact that Jun still wasn’t home wasn’t making her any less anxious, though she didn’t see what she could do about it. If the girl had any sense, she’d get home before her mother and deal with Fiona instead. Hopefully at least a little of the babysitting money was left and they’d be able to work out an agreement.
        She glanced at her locked phone for the time. Twenty til midnight. It’d been an hour since she’d checked on the girl without a sound, even rustling, from the room. It was time to peek again. She crept down the hallway, a plush rug silencing her hooves, and peered through the cracked door.
        She waited. She watched the coverlet rise and fall. Fiona held her breath, watching the slow rhythm. Finally. She was asleep. She pulled the door closed as carefully as she could. If the girl should awaken for whatever reason, she wanted to have at least a little notice. She hoped she could hear the door from downstairs.
        She resisted the urge to run back to the living room, creeping quietly until finally she fell onto the plush chair and kicked her feet up on the ottoman. She already had the dishrag from cleaning up after dinner draped over the chair’s arm. She popped the buttons of her fly and wiggled her jeans down her hips. Once again her size was a hindrance rather than a boon. Anyone smaller could’ve threaded their cock through their fly to get themselves off, but she was so big she had to pull her jeans down past her butt to ensure nothing pulled uncomfortably. It made the whole thing more risky. If Xin should wake up or Jun should finally get back home, it’d take a lot more time and effort to stuff herself back into her jeans and pull them up. There were very few chances to be discrete when your masculinity shared equine genes.
        She was tempted to beam the pictures to the television so she could get a big screen experience of her mother’s adventure, but she refrained, not wanting to have one more thing to worry about if she were to get caught. She settled for the small screen of her phone and leaned back into the chair, her fingers lingering on the limp shaft of her cock, just barely aroused enough to have spilled out of her sheathe.
        She flipped back through the first dozen pictures her mom had sent to get herself warmed up, stopping to admire and examine the pierced-nipple twelve year old skunk, anticipating more pictures of her. The girl was completely flat-chested, her piercings and a suggestion of plump nipples the only things with definition under that tank top. The prospect was a little disappointing for Fiona. She knew her mother liked her girls young. Anyone older than Fiona herself was barely worth a second glance. Her tastes had kept sliding that way, as if she had been daring herself to go younger and younger. This little skunk was quite a dare for her, and even though the skunk herself did very little for Fiona’s libido, the idea of her stretched around her mom’s cock got her own twitching warmly.
        She moved on into the new pictures and, as expected, found more of the skunk. The little girl’s hands on Annabelle’s clothed bulge, the two of them kissing again with the girl’s mouth open to show how deep her tongue was, and then one of the girl pushing her chest forward as Annabelle pulled her tube top down enough to show off those piercings. Fiona stared at how plump and prominent those nipples were now that the girl was aroused, each done through with a fake diamond stud, the crowd of the concert visible just a few steps away in the background as Fiona’s mom exposed the girl right there in public.
        Fiona groaned in appreciation, her hybrid stallion-giraffe cock stirring to life at the sight. Despite the girl’s flat chest, Fiona couldn’t help but be aroused by those puffy pierced nipples and the sheer audacity of them doing that in public. She gripped the base of her cock as it grew to half hardness, jutting up from her lap.
        She thumbed to the next picture, wondering if her mom would do more out there in the crowd or if the picture would shift to a new venue. She was disappointed. Her mom was still out in the crowd, but the skunk was nowhere in sight. Instead, the picture was zoomed in and grainy, capturing a picture of thighs in distinct shades of dark red and dark brown that led up to a pair of exposed pink panties. 
        The next photo was zoomed out, showing Fiona the owner of those pink panties, her butt hanging out of her skirt for anyone to see as she walked with three of her friends. Wait, was that. . .
        The next picture confirmed it. Jun! Now she was standing in a bathroom in the same white shirt Fiona had seen her in earlier, except it was wrinkled as if it had been tied up, and it hung open, the inner curve of both breasts exposed. The perfectly normal school dress code skirt she’d been wearing in the house was rolled up to a scandalous shortness, and her hips were thrust toward the camera so that Fiona could see the pink crotch of her panties.
        She growled, her ire rising even as her arousal did. So that’s where Jun and the money had gone! Jun had clearly snuck out with the cash to pay for a ticket to the same concert her mother was at. That little brat! That little. . .
        Slut. Fiona grinned. Her mom, all unknowingly, had clearly targeted Jun, and there was no denying the willing, aroused look in the teen’s eyes in the picture. She was about to get everything that was coming to her, so to speak, for cheating Fiona like she had.
        She quickly grew fully erect over the next few pictures, particularly the close shot of both the girl’s holes, some of Fiona’s mom’s precum visible dribbling down beside her lips. Fiona groaned in pleasure at the sight, stroking herself in earnest now, her own precum drooling messily down her shaft, lubricating as she pleasured herself. The pics skipped ahead, from teasing, to a messy shot of Jun’s stuffed snatch drooling cum. Fiona gritted her teeth, shuddering with pleasure at the sight of her mom’s huge shaft buried in the girl who had gyped her. And she’d barely gotten to the bulk of the pictures. Fiona was all too familiar with her mom’s stamina, and there were several pictures of Jun drooling more and more cum in a half dozen different positions: bent over the sink, with Annabelle’s thumb in her ass, held in Annabelle’s arms in front of the mirror with her full weight sinking her down onto the giraffe’s cock, Annabelle sitting on the toilet with Jun in her lap., among others. Jun’s lower half grew messier and messier with cum. In the final picture, sent only a half hour ago, the girl was passed out on the floor, her shirt missing, skirt pushed up around her hips. Her cunt was stretched to gaping and white semen pooled under her ass, coated her thighs, and matted the fur around her tits, too. Mom had jerked off on the girl’s chest even after she’d passed out. 
        Fiona huffed softly, staring at the used girl’s gaping cunt, her hand pumping hard and fast on her shaft. In that position, Jun looked so much like that slender little otter, except covered in so much more cum, her cunt used so many times that she gaped. Fiona zoomed, letting the girl’s drooling pussy and cum-coated asshole and thighs fill the screen. She groaned as her balls clenched and she huffed her breath frantically through her nose. She tensed, hips lifting up off the chair, her free hand scrambling for the towel at her side.
        The front door unlocked with a click. Fiona squeaked with alarm, fingers trembling, dropping the dishtowel, but she couldn’t make herself stop. As the front door opened some thirty feet away, she groaned again and draped her long neck back against the chair as she busted, cum shooting out of her so hard it painted her neck along with the shirt she’d been hoping to protect with the towel. She whimpered, eyes clenched shut, knowing Ming must surely see her, but too caught up to care, her fist still pumping as her cock lurched a second and third time, unloading her hot seed with a relief so deep that she groaned loudly.
        “Mmm,” said Ming above her. “You should have said you were so hung, I would not have had to go out!” Her words were sloppy with alcohol. Fiona heard the rustle of cloth hitting the floor. Humiliated, she couldn’t bear to look.
        “Mrs. Sun. . “ she began, but stopped as she felt something wet and warm on her ankle. Her eyes fluttered open to see Mrs. Sun  straddling one of her legs, kneeling on the ottoman.
        “Ming,” the woman corrected her, grinding against her ankle. Fiona gasped softly, feeling a stranger’s cum ooze out of the woman’s snatch and into her fur. Ming had found company at least once that night already. The red panda’s hands reached out and snatched her thick cock out of Fiona’s hands, squeezing and rubbing it before it could soften after her orgasm.
        Fiona panted, trying to keep her wits about her, but staring at Ming’s naked tits and the woman’s experienced--if drunk--hands on her cock made it surge back to fullness in moments. Ming’s tits swung with weight, capped by puffy nipples as prominent as that skunk girl’s, except with a plush mass of flesh behind them.
        “Jun snuck out. She has. . .she took the money you gave me.”
        “Don’t worry about her,” Ming whispered lustily. She was leaning forward, and Fiona gasped as the woman nestled Fiona’s sticky shaft up between her breasts, smearing the cum into her fur. “I said if I kept you past 2 am, I’d double your fee, and now I plan to keep you a lot longer than that.”
        Kept her. . .? Fiona was pretty sure that hadn’t been in the arrangement, but as Ming slid her tits down Fiona’s cock, she didn’t care. This full chested woman could keep her forever, if that’s what she wanted. “Oh, Ming,” she whickered softly, and the older woman flashed a grin up at her before angling her muzzle down to suckle Fiona’s crook as her tits pressed into her lap. Ming pouted at finding Fiona’s messy tip being pointed away from her muzzle, and snaked her tongue down to flick at Fiona’s sensitive hole. She shuddered at the sensation, making Ming mewl with pleasure when her cock swelled and precum dribbled out of her, renewed.
        Fiona panted for breath, her fingers curling, scratching at the chair’s rich upholstery as she watched the older woman begin to bounce on her lap, fucking her tits with Fiona’s massive stallion shaft, precum spilling out of her in true horse form to coat the top of the woman’s heavy breasts. Every time she bounced, Ming’s hips squirmed and Fiona could feel her growing hotter and hotter on her ankle, staining the ottoman with the other man’s cum that dribbled out of her.
        Fiona felt like she was going to burst, but she knew it wouldn’t be like this, not quite. She and her mom had certainly tried often enough.Ming seemed to sense it too, for after slapping Fiona’s thighs with her tits a couple more times, she stood up suddenly, a leg to either side of the hips Fiona had pushed nearly to the chair’s edge. They both panted, hungry, eager for the other, each drinking in the sight of the other’s body. Fiona watched as a little rivulet of mixed arousal and cum dribbled lewdly out of the woman’s blossomed labia.
        “Young stallion like you is too cute for sloppy seconds, I think,” Ming said eventually. She swayed a little, then giggled, steadying herself with a hand on the chair. She pushed her hips forward then bent her legs until they both hissed as Fiona nudged her messy nethers. “Young stallion like you gets special access. . .” she drew out the sibilants in the words, and Fiona whimpered as a half breath later, she realized what the woman meant as she nestled Fiona’s crook between the cheeks of her ass.
        They both groaned as Ming leaned her knees on the edge of the chair and let her weight press against Fiona’s shaft. The woman’s pucker was unbelievably tight, utterly unlike Annabelle, who could take Fiona with just a little lube. Ming didn’t seem anally experienced at all, and the only lube was Fiona’s own cum, and she found herself wondering just how drunk the woman was. She wanted to stop her, tell her sloppy seconds would be fine, but as she stared at the woman’s ass pressed against her cock, she couldn’t form the words. Ming seemed determined, and even as Fiona tried to convince herself to change the woman’s mind, she got to watch as Ming’s pink pucker began to stretch around the angle of her crook.
        Fiona gritted her teeth at the incredible, tight sensation and Ming cried out wordlessly, a high pitched singing sound as she kept pushing. Ming reached down quickly when they both trembled and it seemed like Fiona’s shaft might wobble and slip to the side. Her fingers clutched Fiona’s shaft so tightly it hurt, and pulled as her hips kept pushing.
        Then, almost all at once, Fiona sank into her. She hissed in her breath and Ming’s song went up several steps as the force of her pushing drove half of Fiona’s shaft right inside her.
        “So big!” Ming squealed. “Finally, a perfect big young stallion for me!”
        Fiona finally cried out, rolling her head back on her long neck until it struck the chair, her hips trembling and jerking up against Ming, who sang with delight. The red panda’s claws were still clutching her flesh, and even though Fiona was already fit to burst half-buried inside the heavy-chested woman, Ming apparently wasn’t satisfied quite yet.
        Fiona lifted her head, mouth agape, watching in amazement as Ming kept pushing herself down that length, until at last, her ass settled in Fiona’s lap. Fiona’s cock throbbed powerfully with her pulse, truly on the very verge of orgasm after the intense titfucking and now this. Ming’s tongue was lolled out of her mouth, the woman looking delirious and ecstatic.
        “Come in me, stallion!” she cried out, lifting up a little so she could bounce back down on Fiona’s lap. Then again, more quickly, until soon she was riding the bottom four inches of Fiona’s shaft faster than Fiona could have imagined, the inexperienced ring of her anus so tight around Fiona’s base it was nearly painful.
        Fiona didn’t last long as Ming rode her, squealing again and again to be pumped full of seed, each plea for Fiona to come inside her filthier than the last, the woman’s tongue so lewd Fiona blushed even while fucking the woman’s ass.
        Her orgasm, built up but not released during the titfucking, came all at once. She was blindsided by it, crying out in alarm and pleasure as the intensity of it crashed into her. Ming squealed at first as she felt Fiona grow thicker inside her. Then Fiona gripped the woman’s thighs and slammed her hips up to meet Ming’s, and the woman sang again, and they came together.
        Fiona’s deep buried flesh swelled and pulsed as she unloaded inside the woman’s bowels, the teenager thumping her head against the chair as her hips jerked upwards uncontrollably, planting her seed deep inside Ming’s ass, thick ropes shooting inside her, then the warm cum moving down as she was filled until Fiona’s still squirting shaft was coated with her own spent semen.
        Not a drop of Fiona’s seed dripped out of the woman, her anal ring stretched too tightly for that, but as she came, her pussy twitched and contracted, squeezing out thick gobs of mixed masculine cum and feminine juices, the trophy from her night out.
        Fiona lifted her head, teeth gritting as she bucked her hips up one more time to unload a last jet of jizz inside the woman, then collapsed back onto the chair, panting desperately for breath.
        Ming lowered her body to Fiona’s and they both gasped as it stirred Fiona’s cock inside of her. Ming was so tight, Fiona wasn’t softening at all. Those big breasts pressed warmly to Fiona’s cool, sticky chest. The two of them were an absolute mess of cum. Fiona shivered at the thought, which made her recall the picture of Jun. Ming grunted appreciatively at the way Fiona’s cock twitched at the thought. They lay like that for a moment, both panting, Ming smiling blissfully. Fiona’s ears flicked as she thought she heard a sound, like the distant slap of small feet on stairs, but it might’ve been anything. She dismissed the half-thought as Ming pecked her lips.
        “Forget babysitting fees, pretty stallion. I need you for much more than that. Whatever you were going to buy with that money, I will buy for you instead and you will stay here with me and give me what I need.” It wasn’t a question. It was a demand, a statement of ownership. Fiona could only groan in reply. 
        Ming kissed her nose cutely, then bent down and kissed her on the lips. Fiona blushed, kissing back daintily, and Ming grinned above her. “Good,” the woman whispered, then shifted her hips. Fiona gasped. “The man I had tonight was pathetic, barely serviceable, weak willed. I trust I’ve found a spirited stallion, full of stamina, who will not disappoint me, mm?”
        The woman shifted again and this time Fiona groaned in pleasure. Her fingers curled, gripping Ming’s thighs instinctively as her hips twitched, pushing up against Ming’s ass.
        “Nnn, yes! Good!
        Ming began moving in earnest now, and this time it was more than just a few inches she bounced on. Instead of up and down, she moved laterally along Fiona’s body, pumping down several inches as she grew accustomed to Fiona’s thick size inside her backdoor.
        Fiona groaned blissfully, her mind too clouded with lust to do much more than that. As Ming moved up, letting Fiona slide out of her, her full and cum-covered breasts pressed against FIona’s face. She lifted her head a little, pressing her face eagerly into that sticky embrace for each stroke. She felt a third orgasm already building inside of her, welling up in her prostate, making her belly feel warm and tight. 
        Her lust-addled mind suddenly flitted back to that image of Jun laying unconscious on the floor. She imagined her mom fucking Jun over and over again, having found exactly what she wanted in the budding little teen, and fulfilling her lust in the girl’s body almost insatiably. Fiona groaned, arching her back, her cock beginning to swell.
        It seemed as though her mother wasn’t the only one who found the perfect partner in the Sun family that night.