It’s Not Rape If
Coming Undone
by VerbMyNoun
May 5, 2013
“Check it out.”
Jack moved his elbow as a catalog was tossed onto the counter in front of him.
“Which one?” he asked, gazing down at a selection of various drum kits from multiple manufacturers. A slender, spotted finger appeared in his field of view, pointing at an almost all-white set. Only the head of the bass drum was black, and it was emblazoned with the brand “Yamaha.”
“That one. The Oak X,” Vivy answered, excitedly. “That’s my next set. Fuckin’ sweet, right?”
“Get out of here! That one’s three-thousand dollars!” the teen alligator/komodo dragon scoffed, looking up at his companion. Vivian Genevieve had been his best friend since freshman year, when they had been seated next to each other in homeroom on the first day. They shared similar tastes in music, and since then had spent many hours together practicing their craft in her parents’ garage. There had been a brief, awkward time between them, when Jack admitted to having feelings for the attractive young giraffe, but she politely turned him down, explaining that she preferred females.
“I know, and I had to work my ass off forever to save up for it,” she explained, a wide grin spread across her muzzle. “But I just paid for it last night, and I should have it next week!”
“Nice! What are you gonna do with your old rig?” he asked.
“I’m not sure yet. I’ll probably bring it in, see what Brad will offer me for it,” the giraffe girl shrugged. “Or I might just donate it to the school’s music program.” Even though they were best friends, Jack was slightly jealous of Vivian when it came to finances. Her parents were very well off economically, and had even enrolled her into the Mythic Private School system, where she could get a much better education. However, Vivy felt like she didn’t belong there and did everything she could to talk her parents into putting her into the public schools. They eventually withdrew her from Manticore Middle after the eighth grade for her poor academic performance, deciding to not waste their money. Jack was sure she could fetch at least two-hundred fifty for her old set, and that was money he couldn’t part ways with so easily if he were in her position.
“Hey, Jack!” a voice called out from his right. Turning his head, he saw Ross, the tundra lioness he had just met the night before last, walking towards him. Just behind her was his friend and neighbor, Megan. The pretty bat was wearing dark sunglasses and seemed to be walking gingerly, no doubt still feeling the effects of the abuse she had endured at the paws of her mother.
“They’re cute! You know them?” Vivy asked, incredulously.
“Kind of,” Jack answered, before calling back, “Hey, girls! Come here, I want you to meet someone.” As they approached, he straightened up, and gestured to his friend. “Megan, Ross, this is Vivian Genevieve, my best friend. Vivy, this is my friend and neighbor, Megan Conroy, and her girlfriend, Ross... Sorry, I don’t know your last name.”
“Goldmane,” the white cat smiled. “It’s nice to meet you, Vivian.”
“Yeah,” Megan muttered under her breath.
“Vivy,” the giraffe girl corrected. “Only my parents call me Vivian, and only when they’re mad at me… which is most of the damn time, now that I think of it.”
“What are you doing here?” Jack asked the two.
“Job hunting,” Megan answered, taking her shades off. Her lip was still a little swollen, and so was her left eye. “I can’t afford to stay unemployed for too long.”
“Ouch,” Vivy said. “Are you okay? What -” She started to ask, but her friend cut her off, shaking his head.
“Anyway,” Ross said, changing the topic back to the employment search, “we saw online that you guys are hiring, and thought we would stop in and grab an application.”
Vivy reached under the counter and produced the requested document. “Here you go, Megan. Good luck with the search.”
“By the way,” Jack said, “Megan and I were talking about forming a band. Meg, this is the drummer I was telling you about.”
“Don’t we talk about starting a band all the time?” the giraffe said, before looking at the bat. “What do you play, cutie?”
“Nothing, but I want to learn bass,” Megan answered, then seeing Vivy’s expression sour, added, “but I can sing! And Ross here can play the keyboard very well.”
“Let’s hear something, then!” the tall girl said eagerly, suddenly more interested in her new acquaintances.
“Are you sure your boss won’t mind?” Megan asked nervously.
“Nah,” Vivy said dismissively, “you’re customers. You’re supposed to try the gear out before you buy it. Plus, Brad’s a tool anyway.”
“Okay,” the bat said shyly. She leaned over and whispered into Ross’s ear. Her girlfriend said something back, but neither Jack nor Vivy could hear what they were talking about. After a few moments, Ross walked over to the display model of a keyboard and turned it on, playing a few test notes to get warmed up. Once she was ready, she looked at Megan, who nodded back, and began playing.
Mine, immaculate dream made breath and skin
I've been waiting for you
Signed, with a home tattoo,
Happy birthday to you was created for you
Ross joined in for the next few lines, singing backup for her talented girlfriend:
Can't ever keep from falling apart
At the seams
Cannot believe you're taking my heart
To pieces
“Shit, they’re good!” Vivy whispered to Jack.
“Yeah, I know,” he responded. “Megan lives upstairs from me. Sometimes, when I’m playing, she’ll recognize the song and sing along.”
Oh, it'll take a little time,
Might take a little crime
To come undone now
We'll try to stay blind
To the hope and fear outside
Hey child, stay wilder than the wind
And blow me in to cry
“Are you going to teach her how to play bass?” the teen giraffe asked.
“We’re talking about it,” Jack said. “I think she’ll catch on pretty quickly. If not, we can find someone else, but I think we have time for her to learn.”
“You got a thing for her, don’t you? You fucking perv!” she teased, jabbing him in the ribs.
Who do you need, who do you love
When you come undone
Who do you need, who do you love
When you come undone
Words, playing deja vu
Like a radio tune I swear I've heard before
Chill, is it something real
Or the magic I'm feeding off your fingers
“So, do you approve, Ms. Skeptical?” he nudged his friend back.
“They’re both really good! Megan definitely has a good look, and even though her sound isn’t what I envisioned, she’s great,” Vivy explained. “I wish Ross had an edgier look, but goddamn, those are some sweet tits.”
Can't ever keep from falling apart
At the seams
Cannot I believe you're taking my heart
To pieces
Lost, in a snow filled sky, we'll make it alright
To come undone now
We'll try to stay blind
To the hope and fear outside
Hey child, stay wilder than the wind
And blow me in to cry
“Well,” the boy responded, “we can talk to them and see about giving her a makeover.”
“You’re right about that,” Vivy nodded. “She’s almost good enough to be a lead singer in her own right. It would be cool to see what we can do with two singers. I think it’ll be badass.”
“So, I take it they’re in?” Jack asked. “At least we could start performing instead of just practicing.”
Who do you need, who do you love
When you come undone
Who do you need, who do you love
When you come undone
Who do you need, who do you love
When you come undone…
“Yeah,” the drummer said eagerly. “Let’s do this shit.”
The store had fallen quiet during the performance, with all of the other employees and patrons watching the duo. As soon as the audition ended, a small round of applause erupted around them. Megan blushed, whispering “Thank you,” and waved politely to her ‘fans.’
“Your turn,” Ross told Vivy. “Let’s hear what you can do.”
“We’re really not supposed to play while on the clock, but fuck it,” the giraffe trailed off, as she rose from her stool behind the counter and walked over to a five-piece set of Tama drums. She pulled a pair of drumsticks out from her shorts pocket, and a drum key, and took a moment to tune everything to her preferences. She tapped her sticks together three times, then launched into a drum solo reminiscent of Iron Butterfly’s “In a Gadda Da Vita.” After about a minute and a half, a large grizzly shouted out over the beat of the drums.
“Vivy! Stop playing around and help the customers!”
The teen giraffe stopped, and put away her drumsticks. “Sorry, Brad!” she shouted back. When her manager turned his back away, she flipped him off. Looking at the bat and lioness, she asked, “Asshole. So, what did you think?”
Ross and Megan looked at each other and smiled before replying, “So, where do we practice?”
“My place. My parents let us use the garage. I guess we’ll figure out when once you get a new job and you know what your schedule looks like,” Vivy answered.
“Speaking of,” Jack added, “I work tonight. I should go home and eat and get changed before I have to go in.”
“Yeah,” Megan sighed. “We should keep looking, too. Where do you work, Jack?”
“I just started a summer job at Talon’s Market, working stock,” he said. “It’s kind of boring, but it’s better than nothing.”
“Are they hiring?” Ross asked.
“No, but I’ll keep my eyes open,” he told them. “All right, I’ll see you all later. Good luck with everything, Megan. Hope you feel better soon.”
-----
As he was driving home, Jack thought excitedly about the prospect of finally having formed a band he could perform with. They would need a name and a defining sound – something edgy, he hoped – and looked forward to sitting down with the girls to talk about it. He was ready to start practicing now, and he was dreading going in to work. Somehow, putting groceries on shelves didn’t seem as fun.
He spotted a girl on the sidewalk, struggling to push a bicycle along the sidewalk. From what he could see, she had bent the front rim up pretty badly, and was having a difficult time with things. He considered stopping to help, but he didn’t want to be late for work, and he didn’t want to seem like some creep approaching a helpless kid. As he drove past, he felt a twinge of sympathy for her plight, and couldn’t help but spare a glance in his rear view mirror.
“Goddamn it,” he muttered. Giving a quick look over his shoulder to check his blind spot, he pulled over to the side of the road and parked his father’s Blazer. Climbing out, he started walking toward the unfortunate cub. “Hey, River!” he called out to her.
The little otter looked his direction and scowled. “What do you want, Jack?” she asked, clearly not happy to see the older male. “You made it clear that you don’t want anything to do with me after avoiding me for the last week. Did you even consider how much worse the bullying was going to get after you abandoned me?”
Her words stung Jack like a slap to his face. In the week since they’d first met, and River giving him a blowjob in an alleyway, he had completely avoided her. Rather than be the more mature and grown-up of the two of them and talking about the problem, he ran like a coward. It wasn’t that he didn’t like the young girl, either. In fact, it was quite the opposite: he couldn’t get her out of his mind. The real problem was how much trouble he could get into if the sexual nature of their relationship was ever found out.
“River,” he sighed. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you, or for your problems at school to get worse. In fact, I like you, a lot. It’s just that I could get into a lot of trouble by being with you.”
“Whatever,” she grumbled. “It’s not like I’m going to say anything to anyone about us anyway.”
“I’ll tell you what,” he said, taking the bike from her paws, “let me give you a ride home, and we can talk.” The larger boy easily hoisted the bicycle with one arm and carried it back to the car. River followed him dejectedly, getting into the passenger seat. After placing the damaged bike in the back cargo area, Jack got back into the car and started driving.
“So where to?” he asked the cub. “Back to your place, or...?”
“Turn right up ahead,” the little girl told him. “Jack, you hurt my feelings, badly. I like you, too, you know. You said that you would see me on Monday, and you didn’t. Same on Tuesday. By Wednesday, Vanessa figured out that you left me hanging, and the bullying just got worse. By Friday, I had to run out the front door of the school so I could be gone before they could catch me.”
Jack took his gaze off the road for a second to look her in the eyes and apologize again. Tears were running down her cheeks, and her nose was beginning to run. At that moment, he felt worse than he could ever recall, and he hated himself for it. “I’m sorry,” he said softly, looking back at the road, “It won’t ever happen again. I promise.”
“Turn left in 2 more lights,” she instructed. “What hurt the most was that I believed you when you told me that you were my friend.”
“That’s the problem,” he muttered, more to himself than to her, “I don’t think I can be ‘just friends’ with you.” He could feel the crotch of his jeans getting tighter and more uncomfortable as he recalled their previous encounter. He heard two *thuds* and looked back over at the young otter, who had kicked off her shoes and was removing her socks.
“My feet hurt,” she explained, massaging her soles. “Pushing that bike with the busted wheel isn’t easy.” She leaned over and rested her head against his arm, and whispered softly, “If you want to be more than friends, that’s okay. I’d like that, a lot.”
“But I told you already, you’re too young for me! I could get in trouble for rape - ” he argued, but was silenced by the touch of her paw in his lap, fumbling with his zipper. She fished around in the front of his pants for a moment, finding the opening in his boxers, and a moment later, exposed his half-erect cock to the warm air. “River, stop!” he commanded, but she didn’t listen.
“If anyone in this car needs to worry about getting raped, it’s you,” she said seductively in his ear. “And it isn’t rape if you don’t fight it, Jack. If you really want me to stop, make me.”
Her words made him shiver with excitement, but he tried to remain calm. “Where are we going?” he asked. They were getting further and further away from the residential districts and into the run-down industrial zone. Several abandoned factories and warehouses lined both sides of the streets. Jack got the distinct impression this wasn’t where his younger companion needed to be.
“Just a little bit further, on the left,” she cooed, softly stroking his shaft to full hardness. Using her other paw, she pointed. “There! See that open gate? Pull in there, and drive around back.”
Jack did as he was told, and she released her gentle hold on his dick. Whatever this building used to be, it was clearly no longer in use any more. He was still paranoid about being caught with a cub in public, and scanned the property for surveillance cameras. He sighed audibly when he didn’t see any, and put the Blazer into park. Looking over at the little otter, he could see that she had slumped down in her seat a little bit.
“Jack,” she told him, “It’s okay - I want this. Probably more than you do. I’ve never had a friend before you. I’ve never had a boyfriend, either. I want you to be both. I won’t tell anyone about what we do sexually, I promise. You’re the first person to care about me that wasn’t family. I’m not going to say something to risk losing you.”
Jack watched as both of her beautiful, pre-teenaged feet met - ball of footpaw to ball of footpaw, heel to heel - around the shaft of his aching, hard cock. The incredible warmth and silky flawlessness of her skin was literally breathtaking, causing him to inhale sharply as all ten of her delicious toes caressed either side of his pulsing erection.
“Wow,” the young otter sighed. “It's so hot! And here I thought reptiles were cold-blooded. You must really be worked up, huh?”
The older male could only groan in agreement as he watched her beautiful, bare footpaws gently squeeze and caress the thick, veiny shaft. The tips of her toes stroked and teased the engorged rim of his fat glans, squeezing it firmly. She slid the big toe of her right footpaw down to the underside of his cock, where it nuzzled and tickled and flicked. A large bead of pre-cum sat waiting on the tip of his painfully erect dick, and he watched as her sweet little toes finally disturbed it, smearing it down and around, making the entire length of his cock glisten.
“We need to get you all nice and slippery,” she cooed.
River withdrew her right leg, keeping her left footpaw pressed firmly against the right side of his cock. She curled her right leg back towards her tiny body, temporarily removing her right paw from inside her shorts to grab her ankle and pull her pre-slicked footpaw towards her mouth.
“Mmmm...!” she murred, sucking her own beautiful toes, tasting his sticky pre-cum. Jack marveled at how flexible she was; fully able to suck not only her big toe, but her little pinkie toe also, bending her perfect footpaw right around for maximum enjoyment, one paw clutching her silky heel as her tongue probed and licked.
“Does it taste good?” he asked, slowly thrusting his hips back and forth, unashamedly fucking her left footpaw. Any worries or fears he had previously had about having a sexual relationship with this little cub were quickly crumbling.
She simply nodded, a grin almost fully spread across her busy mouth.
“Recline your seat back,” she said. She let go of her footpaw, at the same time removing her left leg from the side of his throbbing cock. She sat up and quickly began removing her shirt, expertly undoing her white training bra and sliding her shorts down her slender thighs.
The little girl had a flat, immature chest; her feminine mounds were barely perceptible, but she possessed truly beautiful, little pink nipples. His eyes quickly scanned downwards, over her belly to her pussy. He was delighted to note that her fur thinned out around her still-developing pubis, a sure sign of her age and a reminder of the risks he was taking by being with her.
Jack did as the little girl commanded, gripping the lever at the side of the driver’s seat and pulling it up, causing his seat to fall backwards under his weight. Her paws immediately flew to his waist, tugging at his jeans. He lifted his hips slightly, and she dragged his pants and boxers down past his knees, letting them disappear into the footwell.
She slowly climbed up onto his chest, facing away from him. He glimpsed her delicious, young, pink cunt lips as her thighs parted, one knee at a time finding balance on the back of his seat as she adjusted her position. This is it, he thought. I’m going to have sex with this adorable girl and I can’t do anything to stop myself. I want it too badly. He moaned softly as she wrapped her footpaws around his engorged shaft once more and resumed her insistent pumping.
River placed her paws on his shoulders
as she worked his manhood, gradually scooting her petite rump further and further back along his chest. His smooth skin was wet with a trail of her juices, glistening in the late Spring sun. The young cub stopped her backwards movements, resting her drooling, undeveloped cunny on his muzzle, her tight little tailhole barely an inch from his nostrils.
“Last week I sucked you off,” she told him. “Now it’s your turn. Lick me, Jack. How long is that lizard tongue?” She playfully wiggled her hips on his face, coating his lips with her arousal. She giggled slightly as she felt his turgid cockflesh swell up even more between her paw pads.
Jack grabbed the young girl by the hips to balance her, and started off by teasing the insides of her damp thighs, cleaning her of the juices she had leaked earlier that were now matting her fur. She gasped and whined at the contact, happy to feel his long oral muscle being put to use, but also frustrated by his deliberate torment. She wriggled and shifted over top of him, trying to line her eager young slit up with his mouth, but he avoided contact, wanting to prolong her agony.
“Jack, please...” she cried softly, unable to endure the teasing.
Maybe it was the innocence in her voice that compelled him to do such a naughty thing, but he moved his attention back towards the apex between her legs. He could feel her slender body shake in anticipation, ready to accept his tongue into her immature folds. He grinned to himself as he snaked his long, forked tongue out of his mouth, lightly caressing her slit, causing her to murr in appreciation. He continued to lap at her outer labia, tasting the sweet flavor of her forbidden fruit. In all of the fun he was having, he hadn’t even realized she had stopped her footjob until she resumed.
Slowly, he parted those slippery pink lips, sliding his thirsty muscle up inside her pretty little twelve year old cunny, inch by delicious inch. She moaned loudly atop him as he penetrated her hot little hole, gliding deeper and deeper with the aid of her copious fluids. Despite her forward nature, Jack was a little surprised when he didn’t detect a hymen. He was a little curious to know if she had taken her cherry herself, or if she had other lovers before him. Either way, he was happy to know that when he would finally sink his aching cock into her, he wouldn’t have to be as gentle; he honestly didn’t know if he could.
He placed both of his paws on the soft curve of her butt, one on each cheek, and began to use his strength to raise and lower her tiny body, slowly fucking her on his tongue. Feeling a little more mischievous, he took his left thumb and poked at her cute little backdoor with his claw, gently working it inside.
“Uhh, oh god, Jack! What - ohh, don’t stop,” she gasped out loud, her hips bucking as she rode his face and paws.
Her juvenile cunt felt incredibly – unbelievably - hot and wet. Her ass was inconceivably tight, and Jack had only worked his thumb into the knuckle. He was eager to throw her off of him and take her from behind right then and there, but he managed to contain himself. He would claim her ass as his own one day, but he wasn’t going to risk ruining what they had going on right now. River let out a loud moan of surprise as the twin tips of his tongue found the opening to her cervix and tickled her from deep inside.
“Oh god, Jack,” she groaned, sweating despite the fact that he was doing most of the work. “Mmmm, I’m gonna cum.” He could feel the inner walls of her pussy flutter and clamp around his deeply probing muscle as her climax took hold. She started to shriek, before clamping a paw over her muzzle to silence herself, and ground her little rump back toward him, shoving his thumb the rest of the way into her clenching bowels. In response, he removed his invading tongue from her spasming passage and was rewarded with a shower of her girlcum all over his face.
The erotic sounds, tastes, and sights soon became too much to bear, and the teen reptile let out a low growl of pleasure, feeling the familiar orgasmic surge boiling up from his overstimulated loins. River leaned forward and added her paws to his pleasure, using them to tighten her hold around his throbbing shaft and quicken the pace of her strokes. “That’s it! Do it,” she panted, coming down from her orgasm. “Shoot your stuff out all over my cute little footpaws.”
He moaned loudly as he started to cum, his back arching up off the seat and hitting his thighs against the steering wheel. River watched as a thick rope of his hot sperm suddenly gushed out from the hard, bulbous head of his manhood, landing on her cute little left footpaw, right between her big and second toes. She stared as it kept coming, string after string of his seed erupting forth to cover the tops of her beautiful little toes and pawpads.
Finally spent, the pair broke apart, River landing with a soft *thump* into the passenger seat. Jack turned his head to admire the mess he had made on the little girl’s toes. His cum was everywhere - her toes, soles, heels, and even a little on her ankles - her bare footpaws were completely glazed. She wiggled her toes with delight, staring at his spunk.
“I’ve never seen so much cum!” she exclaimed, quickly slipping her socks back on. He looked at her, a little surprised, but she just shrugged and explained, “So I can remember it better when I get home.”
Shit! Jack suddenly recalled that he had been on his way home to get ready for work before stopping to help the girl with her emergency. He sat his seat back upright, and fumbled with his boxers and jeans. “River,” he started to explain.
“Don’t,” she started to cry. “Don’t you tell me this was a mistake and that we can’t do it a -” She was silenced as he leaned over and kissed her softly. She melted against the intensity, wrapping her slender arms behind his neck and returning the gesture in earnest. She could taste her youthful nectar on his mouth, and it only served to rekindle her arousal. With a gentle push, the reptile placed a paw on her shoulder and separated them.
“No,” he panted with about as much need as she was feeling. “I promise, this won’t be the last time. I was on my way home to get changed for work, before I stopped to help. We need to get you home soon, or else I’ll be late. I just started this job, and I can’t afford to lose it!”
She smiled brightly at his reassurance. “Okay! Good. Uhm, we need to wash up before we head back to my place. Let’s go back to the park where you picked me up, the restrooms there will do.”
-----
As Jack pulled up in front of River’s apartment, the front door opened and an attractive otter woman came rushing out the door, a look of worry across her face.
“River!” she said, running up to the passenger door, “Where have you been? Are you hurt? Who’s this?” The older woman fired off a series of questions, on behind the other, not giving either of them a chance to respond. Finally, the little cub clasped the adult’s paw.
“I’m fine, Aunt Amelia,” she said calmly. “This is Jack. He’s my friend. He’s the boy that stopped the bullies last week.”
A look of relief washed over the woman’s face, and she smiled at the older boy, “It’s nice to meet you, Jack. River talks about you all the time.” She reached her paw in through the window, in front of her niece. Jack accepted the gesture, and gave her paw a friendly shake.
“It’s nice to meet you, ma’am,” he said politely.
“Ms. Waters, please,” she corrected him. “Ma’am makes me sound so old! I’m still in my twenties!” Looking back at the little girl, she asked, “What happened to your bike?”
“Some other kids ran me off the sidewalk and into a concrete parking bumper,” the little girl explained. “My front tire is all bent up, and I couldn’t ride it any more. I was having trouble pushing it home, but Jack saw me and stopped to help.”
Jack got out of the car and opened the rear hatch, pulling the damaged bicycle out for her aunt’s inspection. As she bent down carefully to gauge the extent of the damage, Jack noticed that she put a careful paw on her belly. “Wow, yeah, I can imagine how hard it must have been to ride after that,” she exclaimed. “Don’t worry, though; I’m sure George can fix it!” As she stood back up, she sighed, “I think I’m going to have to get you a cell phone, young lady. You were lucky today that Jack was able to stop and help you. You’ll need to be able to call me if something like this happens again.”
“Yes, Aunt Amelia,” River said.
“Speaking of which, here’s my number,” he said, reaching into his glovebox and grabbing a pen and a Burger King napkin. He scribbled his cell number down and passed the paper to the woman. “If it’s okay with you, Ms. Waters, River has asked me to escort her home after school to help keep the bullies away.”
“Jack, that’s sweet, but I don’t want to inconvenience you,” she said. “You’ve done so much to help her already. I’ll see if George can rearrange things with his job.”
“I don’t mind, really,” he explained. “I walk past her school on my way home anyway, and she’s a good kid. I like hanging out with her.”
“Please, Aunt Amelia,” River added, looking up at her aunt with big, green, pleading eyes. “He’s the only friend I’ve made since moving here.”
“Oh, all right,” the older otter chuckled. “I suppose if Jack doesn’t mind, then it’s okay with me. But, come on, it’s getting late, and you need to get washed up. Jack, now that she’s home, I’m going to start prepping for dinner. Would you like to join us?”
“I’ll have to take a raincheck, Ms. Waters. I have to get to work,” he apologized. “But I usually have to cook for myself on school nights, because of my parents’ jobs. Maybe I can stay for a bit after walking River home one day?”
“You’re always welcome,” she said. “It’s the least I can do for how well you’ve protected my little niece. What do you think, River?”
Jack looked down at his little friend. From where she stood, her face was hidden from her aunt, and she gave the older boy a sultry, smoldering gaze that delivered a silent promise of much more fun to come between them.
“Thank you, Aunt Amelia,” she said sweetly, “I can’t wait!”
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