The school bus was crowded, as usual. Frankie remembered the first time she stepped on one, she had never seen so many cubs in one place before. Her foster homes were crowded, sure, but at least there she could always find a place to herself. Here there was nothing – no privacy, no shelter. It was perfect for a brazen attack, she thought, and today she was in the mood to do just that. 

She made a note of where her foster brothers sat – one up near the front, one way at the back with his friends, another quietly off in the corner. She kept looking, not wanting to waste her time with any of them. She could always get them later. She found a soft-looking bear cub sitting alone, and introduced herself. 

"I'm Frankie," she grinned, her sharp teeth glinting in the window's reflection.

"I'm, uh, Mason," the bear replied, looking up from his seat. He looked about Frankie's age, maybe a little older. He wasn't in Frankie's class, she was sure of that. His fur was chocolate brown and very soft looking, tufting out the sleeves and bottom of his yellow shirt. His shirt was either too small or his fur was just that dense and fluffy. Frankie had to feel it.

"Move, Mason," she ordered, "I want the window seat."

Mason pouted. "But I was here first!"

Frankie rolled her eyes. "I wasn't asking," she replied, already taking off her backpack and climbing over him, making it a point to show him her underwear underneath her baggy red hoodie. Mason sighed and shuffled over, putting his backpack on his lap as the bus lurched forwards. 

He didn't seem like he wanted to cause a fuss, Frankie noticed. So she decided to push her luck a little further. "Your fur is so soft," she noted, rubbing her arm against his.

Mason shuffled further away, nervously. "You're weird," he accused, rising to leave. But Frankie grabbed him by the hem of his shirt.

"Sit down," Frankie commanded, "Or I'll scream so loud the driver's gonna have to stop the bus."

Mason froze. Frankie didn't break eye contact. There was a tense pause before the bus lurched to a halt at a stop sign, and Mason relaxed back into his seat. 

"That's better," she praised, "good boy. Now put your backpack on your lap."

"Why? Mason protested, already lifting it up from the floor.

"Because we're gonna do something we're not supposed to. And if anyone sees, it's gonna be your fault." By the time she had finished talking, Mason already had his backpack on his lap. Frankie didn't miss a beat, and reached her hand aggressively into his pants. 

"H-hey!" The bear cub protested, "What are you-"

"Shh," Frankie reminded him, "I can still scream. Hold still."

Mason bit his lip and whimpered. Frankie's claws wormed their way down between Mason's thighs, and began fondling him through his underwear before she wormed her way into those too, and started rubbing his bare fur.

"Ooh, it's like velvet down there!" Frankie whispered, "cool!" She started stroking the soft fur up and down until she could feel warm, slippery flesh. Mason gasped then quickly covered his mouth, remembering to be quiet. "That's right," she nodded, "You listen really good. Keep this up and we might finish before we get to school."

Frankie continued to stroke and milk the poor bear cub with a technique she had been honing on her foster brothers for years. Mason squirmed and huffed, nervously looking around him to see if anyone would be willing to save him from his predicament . . . or if anyone even noticed. He shuffled around in his seat, feeling like he might burst through his briefs at any moment, but Frankie was unrelenting, even as the space she was able to work in shrank by the moment.

"Hey, you're a lot bigger than I thought," Frankie grinned, but before she could finish her thought Mason's member began to throb uncontrollably. The bear cub yelped involuntarily and he jumped up from his seat. Frankie pulled her hand away just in time. Some of the other students turned around to see what all the commotion was.

"Oh, there was a spider on the seat," Frankie grinned, flashing Mason a baleful glance, "but I took care of it. Right, Mason?"

"Uh," Mason stammered, still standing, "R-right." 

Frankie glared at him again. The bear quickly took his seat back, the backpack resting on his lap again. Frankie could tell he was sweating, tired, and probably pretty confused. "You never forget your first time," she grinned, speaking in a softer voice as so not to disturb his afterglow, "And if you like that, meet me behind the bleachers at recess."