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Marked as sexual because... Well... She's basically presenting herself :3
Parfait (c) Gothbunnyboy & Ketzio11
One of Parfait’s favorite things to do in her spare time is swim. No matter how small the pool is – if she’s submerged in water, she’s basically at her apex of giddiness. Being a beaver probably intensifies this love – but this love also leads to another love not including the opportunity to wear swimsuits that she tries to accentuate her “cuteness” with. She simply adores water gun fights.
Because she is such a rude and imposing individual most of the time, seeing Parfait giggling like an innocent little thing is very jarring, and it only really happens when she’s being fired at with streams of water and attempting super-hype action rolls.
One of her biggest complaints about her authority-free household was that they had no pool to call their own. Her brother, an irresponsible and lazy guy, was her only authority figure and/or guardian and he could not pay for anything fancy to make his dear little sister happy. Their parents were also never home and whenever Parfait would ask them for a little pool in their backyard over their weekly phone calls, they would simply brush her off and call her a cutiepie.
So, at some point, during one of Parfait’s adventures roaming parties and basically having trade sessions of fun times for money or other nice things, she hooked a guy who seemed to have way too much money from his daddy. He was in college and had no job but had money to just throw in the streets for the pleasure of watching people fight each other for a floating 5 dollar bill.
Though he had a whole bunch of money to throw away – that didn’t change the fact that Parfait found him incredibly annoying – but she put up with it because she had a little goal in mind.
He was really, really shy and very, very awkward. She really hated that timid behavior of “I-is it okay i-if I put it inside of you?”. This was, especially, when the guy was like 14 years older than she was. Her image of older men was mostly just arrogance, bulkiness, frail egos, and easiness to mess with, however, she cringed every time she was with a guy who literally buckled his knees inward so femininely.
This guy was hilariously gentle with her and she found herself actually sighing during the intercourse. He was making very girly moaning sounds and she could feel his hands trembling profusely as they gently gripped her hips. Luckily that was the doggystyle position so he couldn’t see just how bored she truly was. It was all so... vanilla. He meets her at a party, opens the dang car door for her, tells her how she’s like... a shining sun of beauty or some shit... and gets a hotel for the two of them. Parfait almost thought this guy might have been a serial killer for a second because of how weirdly polite he was being. His huge oval glasses and weird neckfluff. She absolutely MUST milk this guy for all he’s worth... probably in two ways, she guessed.
This was the first time Parfait hoped that a guy was a minute man – sadly – she was wrong this time. He was lasting an annoyingly long amount of time and his slow thrusts weren’t making things better.
She remembered a time she actually met a ridiculously attractive guy. He had wavy hair and muscular tone and bright blue eyes and protruding snout and just... wooo~ He was a sexy beast – however – she found herself laughing her ass off about 12 seconds into their intercourse when his dickhead halfway pierces her entrance and he shuts down and just cums all over the place.
Parfait sort of wished these situations flipped around.
And then, hallelujah, he finally finished. She never thought she could be so happy feeling gooey white stuff shoot out of a guy and land all over her back. And, almost immediately and during his heavy panting, she jumped up and squealed “That was great!” what a liar she was.
“T-thank you...” he responded.
“Sooooo?”
“S-so... wha?”
“What do I get?”
“What... do you mean?”
“Well,” Parfait, still naked and feeling his sperm creep down her back, “You had a super duper good time. So I should get something in return. Right, Richie Rich?”
“B-but I thought...”
“Or,” she folder her arms and twirled around a little bit – her tail bumping against his thigh, “Would you rather I tell people that you have a veeeery taboo fetish for poor, defenseless little beaver girls.”
Then, as if this was a movie and there was a sudden jump-cut, she was rolling around in $1,000. She now had enough money to pay for food for the next 2 weeks, pay for a dentist’s appointment that her parents kept forgetting to schedule, and, finally, a little pool of her own!
She spent the next week just lazing around in the pool and sometimes inviting her friends over just for them to laugh at her because of how small the pool is. But she didn’t care. She could totally fit inside of it and that’s all that mattered to her.
Plus – she hasn’t had a water gun fight in a long time. She’s pretty eager to do it again.