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Look at the tags first before reading, thank you!", "description_bbcode_parsed": "I wanted to write something mean-spirited and ended up with this. Look at the tags first before reading, thank you!", "writing": "\"I need a loan.\"\n\n\"...you're asking me for money.\" the company boss says across the table.\n\nCaspian the Labrador Dog blinks. He didn't expect that answer.\n\n\"Y'know, an advance.\" he replies innocently.\n\nSilence fills the air in the tight office where they talk. Caspian had come into work early to have a conversation with his boss, a weasel with a mean streak. He discovered fast working at the company that his new boss was ruthless, and let his MBA do the talking.\n\n\"It's my car you see. The warning symbols on my dashboard lit up like a christmas tree this morning and like...\" the dog trails off awkwardly.\n\nThe Boss’s eyes bug out. \"You fucking mutt. Disrespectful, first off. What is this, a fucking bank to you? Spend too much on scratchers and booze? Learn some financial responsibility and get out of my office Mr. Hargraves.\" The badger waves him off dismissively and picks up his desk phone. \n\nCaspian walks out frowning intensely. So that coworker was tricking him all along. Never should have trusted a manager in the first place. So stupid to believe anything within these four walls.\n\nHe sidles up his bookbag and walks to his cubicle. Along the way he stops at a vending machine and buys some peanut butter crackers.\n\nAfter endless rows of drab beige walls and fluorescent lights he reaches his cubicle smack in the center of the floor. Already the sounds of phone conversation are springing up as the sales team gets started with the day. Laminated papers with step by step instructions on how to sell basket weaving insurance line the walls surrounding Caspian. Here he would spend the next 8 hours cold calling potential clients. The quota won't reach itself, he thought.\n\nNot long after he sets his crackers down he notices a freight train coming his way.\n\n\"Caspian!\" Mr. Webster bellows, reaching his desk and slamming a stack of papers on the counter, sending pens and paperclips flying.\n\n\"Have any weekend plans?\" the brown bear asks menacingly, spit dribbling down his quaking maw.\n\n\"-Forget them!\" he interrupts before Caspian has a chance to reply. \"We need you here at the office instead. How come you ask? I could smell your bullshit a mile away.\" he says, motioning to the top of the page.\n\n\"Eight errors. Eight!\" he roars.\n\n\"Your fucking TPS reports were off yet again. Do you think it's funny? Huh? We did not get to be America's 27th largest basket weaving insurance company by making a mistake, Caspian. Let alone eight.\"\n\nThe bear leans in and with a pointed claw makes a threatening gesture in front of Caspian's snout. \"Fix it and email the packet to me by Sunday night. One email only. I'm flying to Tahiti for a weekend vacation.\" he grins, struggling not to gloat.\n\nHe leans back and smooths his greasy hair back casually before staring back at the frightened dog in his cubicle. The labrador's heart was pounding a million miles an hour. Normally an encounter with Webster was bad enough, him being a huge shareholder and all. Power within the company that he used solely to yell at Caspian. \n\n\"This afternoon a majority vote at the board of directors took away reimbursements for overseas data coverage outside of vacation hours. Thanks to you, the Verizon bill is gonna rape my ass. I'll do the same to your career, Caspian. Understand? Call me when you're done. One email! Don't fuck with me!\"\n\n\"Yes s-sir.\" Caspian manages to sputter out before the bear lumbers off. Mr. Webster, as far as Caspian could tell, was singling him out from the other employees. He had never seen him harass or talk to quite frankly anyone else. It's like he descended from the board of director heaven as an angel of cruelty for sins unknown to him. \n\nHe sighed. Great start to the work day.\n\n--------- 2 days later; Sunday --------\n\nFixing the reports took the better part of an hour, the rest of the day was spent bullshitting around at the virtually empty office, waiting for the clock to hit 5pm. The entire time Caspian was steaming at Mr. Webster for wasting his weekend. It was hard not to picture the bear sunning his fur on a hot beach somewhere.\n\nNot wasting any time he leaves the office and heads home. The warning lights on his car were extra bright today, he notices. As if he had just jinxed the moment, the gas pedal suddenly wasn't working. The engine sounds grew into a loud knocking crescendo. \n\nFuck. Fuckfuck.\n\nThe car comes to a gentle stop on the side of the road. Pressing the gas pedal does nothing, it was well and truly dead this time.\n\nHe pulls out the key and the engine sputters to a halt. Caspian sits there in silence, needing a moment to process the situation. Anger rages inside him again. Had his boss not been a greedy prick he could've taken the car to a mechanic this morning. Now he might get fired for missing work. \n\nWith a heavy sigh he exits the car and pulls up a bus app on his phone. There's a bus stop just down the street. Hopefully the homeowners don't call a tow truck. Plans for a relaxing rest of the night going out the window left a sour taste in Caspian's mouth.\n\nHe walks up to the bus stop a little surprised, not expecting it to be filled. Furs of all ages and species are waiting here this late in the day.\n\nAfter a few minutes of standing around, Caspian checks his watch. It should be here. Like now. He looks around at the furs nearby. A tall otter woman stands on the other side accompanied by an older raccoon man. There's a small wolf cub sitting on the metal bench swinging his legs and watching the cars go by. \n\nThe setting sun cast long shadows across the road. Finally, a bus comes down the road to a squeaking halt. The doors swing open. An elderly fox driver, orange fur almost replaced with white whiskers waves them onboard with a shaky paw.\n\n\"C'mon up.\" he rasps. Everyone falls into line and shuffles onboard.\n\nIn line ahead of Caspian is a small bear cub. She steps up and hands the bus driver her ticket. \"Wassat?\" The driver says, trying to get a good luck at the name. \"What's that say now?\"\n\n\"Webster.\"\n\n\"What?\"\n\n\"W-E-B-S\" the cub recites before being cut off.\n\n\"Ok ok go take a seat now.\" \n\nThe bus driver takes Caspian's 10 dollar bill with an eager paw and shoves it in his pocket. \"We don't give change. Sorry son.\" He points to a hand drawn sign on the dashboard saying it again in writing.\n\nWith a huff Caspian turns away and heads towards the back of the bus, eager to see that one cub again. The name Webster echoes in his mind repeatedly. Same species, same last name, same fur color.. could it honestly be his boss's daughter? There she is, in the back corner.\n\nThe bus lurches forward as Caspian makes his way over to the seat Jen had taken. Standing in the aisle next to her, the two make eye contact. Jen’s eyes are an intense brown color with hints of amber reflections. Looking away, Caspian eyes the cub up and down drinking in every detail. Her long wild fur is black with white spots appearing all over his body, even her pawpads. There’s no doubt in his mind anymore. Somehow, some way, he found his bully and tormentor's young daughter. Alone.\n\nA plan begins to form in his mind. A way to humiliate his boss and fulfill his secret desires at the same time. Two stones, one cub.\n\n\"Hey.\" he says.\n\n\"Hi.\" Her voice is light and pretty.\n\n\"May I sit here?\"\n\n\"Okay.\"\n\n\"My name is Caspian. What's yours?\"\n\n\"Jen.\"\n\n\"Jen Webster, is that right?\n\n\"...Ya.\"\n\n\"Sorry. Most of the bus heard it I think. That bus driver is so old! *Get off my lawn you dang kids!*\n\n\"He smells old.\"\n\n\"Like an old stinky sock. P.U.\" \n\nShe giggles softly. \"You're funny.\"\n\n\"When I was in school, I was always the class clown.\"\n\nWith her guard down he swiftly takes his seat and whips out his smartphone, a newer model with lots of cool features. Jens attention is suddenly transfixed on it.\n\n\"Do you have any games on your phone?\"\n\n\"Mhm. Which one looks the most fun?\"\n \n\"That one.\" She points to a green app.\n \n\"This one's kinda hard.” he replies.\n\nCaspian opens the game and starts manipulating the little pixelated bird through a set of obstacles. He got far but eventually the screen lights up with the words ‘GAME OVER.’\n \n\"Fuck! We got a good score. Nowhere near my record though.\" Caspian says, returning to the menu.\n\n\"I bet I can beat you.\" she grins. \n\n“Oh yeah?” The older man says, pawing it over.\n\nShe eagerly starts up a game, fumbling with the controls. Her young fingers were not as coordinated. After a few moments her character dies onscreen.\n\n“Aw…\" she says sadly, offering the phone back.\n\n“I like your dress, Jen. It looks soft. Is it soft?” Caspian asks casually.\n\nShe feels the material between her fingers and nods in confirmation.\n\n“Here let me try.” he says, leaning over and grabbing the dress. She was right, it was like rubbing velvet. His fingers start wandering, making their way up her exposed thigh and under her skirt. Appreciating her curly fur.\n\nJens body tenses up. After meeting no more resistance his paw continues up her skirt, tracing the hem of her panties, eager to explore the treasure beneath.\n\nJen stares straight ahead, body stiff with panic. A stranger's paw was under her dress. Close to her private parts. \n\n“You look beautiful in that dress, Jen.” he rumbles in her ear innocently.\n\n“Please stop. My dad says nobody should touch my nono area.”\n\nHis paw withdraws immediately. Too hasty. \n\n“Your dad said that? Is he a bear with your fur pattern too?”\n\n“Mm.. ya.”\n\n“I think I know him. He sucks.”\n\n“Really?”\n\n“I see him around the neighborhood sometimes. Super mean. His first name is Tegan I think. \n\n“That’s him. Dads really strict.\"\n\n\"If I'm honest, your dad is the meanest animal I've ever met. Even to other adults.\"\n\n\"Yes! Sometimes, he even hits me for screwing up.\"\n\n\"Jen, that is horrible. I'm so sorry.\"\n\n\"It's otay. Can I still play games?\"\n\n\"Here.\" Caspian hands the phone over to Jen who gleefully gets absorbed into the flashing lights and video game noises. Eventually though she hands it back as the bus comes to a screeching halt. This must be her stop.\n\n“Gotta go.” she says, climbing over him. \n\n\"Jen.\"\n\n\"Ya?\" she replies quizzically.\n\n\"I'm coming home with you.\"\n\n\"..uh? Mister?\"\n\n\"We're going to get off the bus together. We're friends now right?\"\n\n\"Uh-\"\n\n\"I spent sixty dollars on the game I let you play. That's a lot of money to be sharing with an elementary schooler.”\n\nShe sits there not sure what to say. Trapped by guilt. \n\n\"But because you're my new friend, you can invite me over to play the rest of my phone games tonight. Is that fair?\" he continues.\n\n\"...I don't want to get in trouble.\"\n\n\"I know the house is empty for the weekend. I promise It'll be fun. No getting in trouble. Pinky swear.\"\n\n\"Okay. Pinkie swear.\"\n\nThey clamber off the bus together in front of a rather ornate mansion. Jen leads them up the driveway and into the main door. Caspian is thrilled to be inside Mr Webster's house. Imagine what embarrassing secrets he could find in here given the time.\n\nJen’s demeanor had changed drastically, nervous disposition replaced with childlike excitement, bouncing up and down and yapping about something or another. The impatient cub grabs his paw and starts tugging him away.\n\n“Let’s go to my room!”\n\n\"Is it downstairs or upstairs?\" he asks.\n\n\"Upstairs.\"\n\n\"Okay let's go.\"\n\nJen leads them up a few flights of stairs before walking into a large bedroom. Gaming memorabilia and posters line the walls. \n\n\"Wow. Your room is a lot more awesome than mine was. Plus you have your own bathroom?\" Caspian says in wonder.\n\n\"With a shower!\" She states proudly.\n\n\"Nice minecraft poster. I have that game on my phone.” he says, admiring the wall.\n\n\"You dooooo? Can I play? Please?\" she begs.\n\n“Sure, just a sec.” Caspian says idly, picking up a class photo from Jen’s nightstand. There are rows of headshot photographs taken of cubs from her 7th grade class. \n\n\"Whoa. How does your teacher keep track of this many cubs, like seriously. Forty students must be a nightmare.\" Caspian comments aloud.\n\nWait, he recognizes one of these cubs. A certain fox named Sarah. Holy shit he had pictures of her. Taking out his smartphone he scrolls through his gallery and brings up a full frontal nudity shot of Sarah. A tent begins to form in his pants.\n\nDistracted, Caspian pulls down his jeans and underwear, letting them fall to the floor. He begins idly stroking his plump sheath, coaxing his knot out while admiring the erotic photo.\n\n\"Uunnf. Fuck.\" he groans in pleasure.\n\n\"Caspian? what is that?\" Jen says curiously.\n\n\"I'm masturbating.\"\n\n\"Master- what?\"\n\n\"It's what adults do sometimes.”\n\n“Oh.” She watches intently as eight inches of pedophile cock pulses just inches from her face. He went slow, making sure she could admire every detail.\n\n“So, can we play games now?” she asks excitedly.\n\n“In a moment. Get on the bed for me now, honey.” he tells her gently.\n\nShe acquiesces, climbing on top of the sheets and laying down obediently, not sure what's happening.\n\nCaspian approaches and with a few quick paw movements rips her clothes to shreds, her naked cub body now suddenly exposed.\n\n“Why did you do that?” she protests.\n\nIgnoring Jens question, Caspian lines up his cock to her entrance, teasing the hole with the tip of his knotted cock. It begins sliding over her slit as their juices start building up. He couldn't take it anymore. Primal urges take over. With a snarl his fingers tighten around her hip fur as he thrusts into her forcefully, trying to bury himself as far deep into her as he could with one thrust. Her preteen pussy splits open, eliciting a loud shriek from the little girl. It goes unheard. Her little fists tighten and curl in sudden pain. \n\nCaspian manages to pierce his member halfway in. Her hymen breaks after just a little resistance. Jen took more than he expected honestly. She’s bawling now, hot tears streaming down her face at the overwhelming presence of the adult bent over her and sending searing pain up her frail body. \n\nSatisfied, he slowly pulls himself out of little Jen, leaving a gaping hole where her pristine pussy had been moments before. \n\nHe roughly lifts up her hips, adjusting the angle for the next thrust, noting her lack of resistance and ignoring Jens heaving sobs like she had merely stubbed a toebean. Her body quivers in shock and sudden betrayal. \n\nRealizing he’s about to do it again she starts screaming at the top of her lungs for help. Begging for anyone to listen. Amused, Caspian lets her wear out her voice. He leans down and whispers in her ear: \n\n“That's right baby girl. Let it out. Let it allll out.”\n\nHer desperate cries echo through the rooms of the empty house. Rolling his eyes he gets tired of it. \n\nWith an unexpected grab of the shoulders he slams his cock back inside, piercing all the way through her until it bulged from out her stomach. She starts wailing again with fresh tears. Caspian can feel his tip punch completely through her cervix, causing her to start kicking and thrashing her arms in desperation. Everything hurts for Jen. Need to get him out now.\n\n“Stop. Stop. Stop. Please. Please.” she wails. If anything it only encourages him to pick up speed.\n\nCaspian grabs her wrists and pins her to the bed, still buried inside her. Trying to get her to shut up, his maw opens wide and bites down on Jen’s neck, growling deep. At the same time he pulls out a few inches and roughly fucks the little girl, eager to fill her with a litter of puppies.\n\nHer tight cunny pulses wildly around his knotted cock, the incredible sensation sends ripples of pleasure up his shaft. Her vagina is impossibly tight, but with enough force he could get it moving inside.\n\nMmrrf.. Mrrfff… MRfff!!!\n\nBeing so small it was easy for Caspian to lift her light frame and use her akin to a fleshlight, pulling her hips down in timing with his thrusts, aiming to get as deep as possible with every timed stroke. He focused on his frustrations at work. Dealing with Mr. Webster’s targeted harassment throughout the day. He growls and pistons inside her cunt with renewed vigor. \n\n*Stop. Please.” she whispers.\n\nIt wasn't long until the base of his knot was coated with their sexual fluids. Everything starts to tingle in a pleasant way. He was close to climaxing.\n\nHe's eager to jam the rest of his cock in. Jen had been reduced to a sniffling mess. She stared at him with sad eyes now, naked body completely splayed out on the bed. Spirit broken.\n\nCaspian changes positions and buries all eight inches of him again in a mating press and continues their rough fucking.\n\n“Stop. Hurts.” she manages to get out. It was hard for her to breathe now. He felt so big. Like his penis was scrambling her organs. \n\nWith one more violent push he manages to lodge the knot fully inside. His orgasm triggers, her walls finally enclosing around him fully. Howling in pleasure his cock throbs, completely filling Jens womb with a single pulse of pedocum. Hot pleasure coalesces inside him. With no more room his knot fails its purpose and cum starts leaking out the sides as he pumps her fully. \n\n“Please.” she sputters. Terrified.\n\nCaspian grinds himself inside her, Making absolutely sure she would get pregnant if able. Had he been any bigger, his cock tip would be touching her throat.\n\nThe room had gone quiet. Her eyes were now closed and limbs fell limply to her side. Passed out completely. Not an uncommon reaction he’s heard, most cubs never make it conscious the whole way through.\n\nCaspian thumbed the tip of his dick protruding through her delicate torso, cock crammed the entire length of her body. He thanked his lucky stars she was unconscious for this. He stands up, her limp limbs falling to the floor and hanging off Caspian's knot. He walks awkwardly to the bathroom with her body swinging precariously from his knot. \n\n*Gods that was amazing* he thought. His first time could not have gone any better. \n\nPicking up his smartphone he realizes it maybe could. He hasn't called Mr Webster yet, like he's asked. Looking down at the bear's unconscious daughter wrapped around him, now seemed like the perfect time to call.\n\n*Bzzt..Bzzzt...Bzzt* \"Hello?\"\n\n\"Mr. Webster it's me, Caspian Hargraves.\"\n\n\"Caspian you slack-mawed idiot of course it's you. Listen well and listen clear. Today I've spent a lot of time socializing with hot women reflecting on the many ways you're a fuckup for the company and in life generally. Eight mistakes, was it?\"\n\n\"Yes.”\n\n\"And you've sent the correct TPS reports. No errors?\"\n\n\"All taken care of.”\n\n\"I'm personally reviewing it before final submission. You're up to your eyeballs in shit now Caspian. One more mistake and tearing you to shreds in front of the sales team. I will parade you around like the fucking zoo animal you are Caspian. Don't fuck with me! Your career - gone. Just like that. Got it?\"\n\n“I understand.” Caspian looked down at Jen’s violated body while he idly stroked her fluffy crotch fur and twirling it around his fingers. His cum had almost dried in her curls completely. \n\n\"For extra homework I've assigned you Kathy's data project. I've modified it a lot and made it your own personal project due exactly a week from now. Check your email for more questions.\"\n\n\"I'm eager to sink my teeth in whatever you have to offer, Mr. Webster.\" he replies while staring into Jen’s newly awakened eyes.\n\n*End Call*\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": ""I need a loan."

"...you're asking me for money." the company boss says across the table.

Caspian the Labrador Dog blinks. He didn't expect that answer.

"Y'know, an advance." he replies innocently.

Silence fills the air in the tight office where they talk. Caspian had come into work early to have a conversation with his boss, a weasel with a mean streak. He discovered fast working at the company that his new boss was ruthless, and let his MBA do the talking.

"It's my car you see. The warning symbols on my dashboard lit up like a christmas tree this morning and like..." the dog trails off awkwardly.

The Boss’s eyes bug out. "You fucking mutt. Disrespectful, first off. What is this, a fucking bank to you? Spend too much on scratchers and booze? Learn some financial responsibility and get out of my office Mr. Hargraves." The badger waves him off dismissively and picks up his desk phone.

Caspian walks out frowning intensely. So that coworker was tricking him all along. Never should have trusted a manager in the first place. So stupid to believe anything within these four walls.

He sidles up his bookbag and walks to his cubicle. Along the way he stops at a vending machine and buys some peanut butter crackers.

After endless rows of drab beige walls and fluorescent lights he reaches his cubicle smack in the center of the floor. Already the sounds of phone conversation are springing up as the sales team gets started with the day. Laminated papers with step by step instructions on how to sell basket weaving insurance line the walls surrounding Caspian. Here he would spend the next 8 hours cold calling potential clients. The quota won't reach itself, he thought.

Not long after he sets his crackers down he notices a freight train coming his way.

"Caspian!" Mr. Webster bellows, reaching his desk and slamming a stack of papers on the counter, sending pens and paperclips flying.

"Have any weekend plans?" the brown bear asks menacingly, spit dribbling down his quaking maw.

"-Forget them!" he interrupts before Caspian has a chance to reply. "We need you here at the office instead. How come you ask? I could smell your bullshit a mile away." he says, motioning to the top of the page.

"Eight errors. Eight!" he roars.

"Your fucking TPS reports were off yet again. Do you think it's funny? Huh? We did not get to be America's 27th largest basket weaving insurance company by making a mistake, Caspian. Let alone eight."

The bear leans in and with a pointed claw makes a threatening gesture in front of Caspian's snout.  "Fix it and email the packet to me by Sunday night. One email only. I'm flying to Tahiti for a weekend vacation." he grins, struggling not to gloat.

He leans back and smooths his greasy hair back casually before staring back at the frightened dog in his cubicle. The labrador's heart was pounding a million miles an hour. Normally an encounter with Webster was bad enough, him being a huge shareholder and all. Power within the company that he used solely to yell at Caspian.

"This afternoon a majority vote at the board of directors took away reimbursements for overseas data coverage outside of vacation hours. Thanks to you, the Verizon bill is gonna rape my ass. I'll do the same to your career, Caspian. Understand? Call me when you're done. One email! Don't fuck with me!"

"Yes s-sir." Caspian manages to sputter out before the bear lumbers off. Mr. Webster, as far as Caspian could tell, was singling him out from the other employees. He had never seen him harass or talk to quite frankly anyone else. It's like he descended from the board of director heaven as an angel of cruelty for sins unknown to him.

He sighed. Great start to the work day.

--------- 2 days later; Sunday --------

Fixing the reports took the better part of an hour, the rest of the day was spent bullshitting around at the virtually empty office, waiting for the clock to hit 5pm. The entire time Caspian was steaming at Mr. Webster for wasting his weekend. It was hard not to picture the bear sunning his fur on a hot beach somewhere.

Not wasting any time he leaves the office and heads home. The warning lights on his car were extra bright today, he notices. As if he had just jinxed the moment, the gas pedal suddenly wasn't working. The engine sounds grew into a loud knocking crescendo.

Fuck. Fuckfuck.

The car comes to a gentle stop on the side of the road. Pressing the gas pedal does nothing, it was well and truly dead this time.

He pulls out the key and the engine sputters to a halt. Caspian sits there in silence, needing a moment to process the situation. Anger rages inside him again. Had his boss not been a greedy prick he could've taken the car to a mechanic this morning. Now he might get fired for missing work.

With a heavy sigh he exits the car and pulls up a bus app on his phone. There's a bus stop just down the street. Hopefully the homeowners don't call a tow truck. Plans for a relaxing rest of the night going out the window left a sour taste in Caspian's mouth.

He walks up to the bus stop a little surprised, not expecting it to be filled. Furs of all ages and species are waiting here this late in the day.

After a few minutes of standing around, Caspian checks his watch. It should be here. Like now. He looks around at the furs nearby. A tall otter woman stands on the other side accompanied by an older raccoon man. There's a small wolf cub sitting on the metal bench swinging his legs and watching the cars go by.

The setting sun cast long shadows across the road. Finally, a bus comes down the road to a squeaking halt. The doors swing open. An elderly fox driver, orange fur almost replaced with white whiskers waves them onboard with a shaky paw.

"C'mon up." he rasps. Everyone falls into line and shuffles onboard.

In line ahead of Caspian is a small bear cub. She steps up and hands the bus driver her ticket. "Wassat?" The driver says, trying to get a good luck at the name. "What's that say now?"

"Webster."

"What?"

"W-E-B-S" the cub recites before being cut off.

"Ok ok go take a seat now."

The bus driver takes Caspian's 10 dollar bill with an eager paw and shoves it in his pocket. "We don't give change. Sorry son." He points to a hand drawn sign on the dashboard saying it again in writing.

With a huff Caspian turns away and heads towards the back of the bus, eager to see that one cub again. The name Webster echoes in his mind repeatedly. Same species, same last name, same fur color.. could it honestly be his boss's daughter? There she is, in the back corner.

The bus lurches forward as Caspian makes his way over to the seat Jen had taken. Standing in the aisle next to her, the two make eye contact. Jen’s eyes are an intense brown color with hints of amber reflections. Looking away, Caspian eyes the cub up and down drinking in every detail. Her long wild fur is black with white spots appearing all over his body, even her pawpads. There’s no doubt in his mind anymore. Somehow, some way, he found his bully and tormentor's young daughter. Alone.

A plan begins to form in his mind. A way to humiliate his boss and fulfill his secret desires at the same time. Two stones, one cub.

"Hey." he says.

"Hi." Her voice is light and pretty.

"May I sit here?"

"Okay."

"My name is Caspian. What's yours?"

"Jen."

"Jen Webster, is that right?

"...Ya."

"Sorry. Most of the bus heard it I think. That bus driver is so old! *Get off my lawn you dang kids!*

"He smells old."

"Like an old stinky sock. P.U."

She giggles softly. "You're funny."

"When I was in school, I was always the class clown."

With her guard down he swiftly takes his seat and whips out his smartphone, a newer model with lots of cool features. Jens attention is suddenly transfixed on it.

"Do you have any games on your phone?"

"Mhm. Which one looks the most fun?"
 
"That one." She points to a green app.
 
"This one's kinda hard.” he replies.

Caspian opens the game and starts manipulating the little pixelated bird through a set of obstacles. He got far but eventually the screen lights up with the words ‘GAME OVER.’
 
"Fuck! We got a good score. Nowhere near my record though." Caspian says, returning to the menu.

"I bet I can beat you." she grins.

“Oh yeah?” The older man says, pawing it over.

She eagerly starts up a game, fumbling with the controls. Her young fingers were not as coordinated. After a few moments her character dies onscreen.

“Aw…" she says sadly, offering the phone back.

“I like your dress, Jen. It looks soft. Is it soft?” Caspian asks casually.

She feels the material between her fingers and nods in confirmation.

“Here let me try.” he says, leaning over and grabbing the dress. She was right, it was like rubbing velvet. His fingers start wandering, making their way up her exposed thigh and under her skirt. Appreciating her curly fur.

Jens body tenses up. After meeting no more resistance his paw continues up her skirt, tracing the hem of her panties, eager to explore the treasure beneath.

Jen stares straight ahead, body stiff with panic. A stranger's paw was under her dress. Close to her private parts.

“You look beautiful in that dress, Jen.” he rumbles in her ear innocently.

“Please stop. My dad says nobody should touch my nono area.”

His paw withdraws immediately. Too hasty.

“Your dad said that? Is he a bear with your fur pattern too?”

“Mm.. ya.”

“I think I know him. He sucks.”

“Really?”

“I see him around the neighborhood sometimes. Super mean. His first name is Tegan I think.

“That’s him. Dads really strict."

"If I'm honest, your dad is the meanest animal I've ever met. Even to other adults."

"Yes! Sometimes, he even hits me for screwing up."

"Jen, that is horrible. I'm so sorry."

"It's otay. Can I still play games?"

"Here." Caspian hands the phone over to Jen who gleefully gets absorbed into the flashing lights and video game noises. Eventually though she hands it back as the bus comes to a screeching halt. This must be her stop.

“Gotta go.” she says, climbing over him.

"Jen."

"Ya?" she replies quizzically.

"I'm coming home with you."

"..uh? Mister?"

"We're going to get off the bus together. We're friends now right?"

"Uh-"

"I spent sixty dollars on the game I let you play. That's a lot of money to be sharing with an elementary schooler.”

She sits there not sure what to say. Trapped by guilt.

"But because you're my new friend, you can invite me over to play the rest of my phone games tonight. Is that fair?" he continues.

"...I don't want to get in trouble."

"I know the house is empty for the weekend. I promise It'll be fun. No getting in trouble. Pinky swear."

"Okay. Pinkie swear."

They clamber off the bus together in front of a rather ornate mansion. Jen leads them up the driveway and into the main door. Caspian is thrilled to be inside Mr Webster's house. Imagine what embarrassing secrets he could find in here given the time.

Jen’s demeanor had changed drastically, nervous disposition replaced with childlike excitement, bouncing up and down and yapping about something or another. The impatient cub grabs his paw and starts tugging him away.

“Let’s go to my room!”

"Is it downstairs or upstairs?" he asks.

"Upstairs."

"Okay let's go."

Jen leads them up a few flights of stairs before walking into a large bedroom. Gaming memorabilia and posters line the walls.

"Wow. Your room is a lot more awesome than mine was. Plus you have your own bathroom?" Caspian says in wonder.

"With a shower!" She states proudly.

"Nice minecraft poster. I have that game on my phone.” he says, admiring the wall.

"You dooooo? Can I play? Please?" she begs.

“Sure, just a sec.” Caspian says idly, picking up a class photo from Jen’s nightstand. There are rows of headshot photographs taken of cubs from her 7th grade class.

"Whoa. How does your teacher keep track of this many cubs, like seriously. Forty students must be a nightmare." Caspian comments aloud.

Wait, he recognizes one of these cubs. A certain fox named Sarah. Holy shit he had pictures of her. Taking out his smartphone he scrolls through his gallery and brings up a full frontal nudity shot of Sarah. A tent begins to form in his pants.

Distracted, Caspian pulls down his jeans and underwear, letting them fall to the floor. He begins idly stroking his plump sheath, coaxing his knot out while admiring the erotic photo.

"Uunnf. Fuck." he groans in pleasure.

"Caspian? what is that?" Jen says curiously.

"I'm masturbating."

"Master- what?"

"It's what adults do sometimes.”

“Oh.” She watches intently as eight inches of pedophile cock pulses just inches from her face. He went slow, making sure she could admire every detail.

“So, can we play games now?” she asks excitedly.

“In a moment. Get on the bed for me now, honey.” he tells her gently.

She acquiesces, climbing on top of the sheets and laying down obediently, not sure what's happening.

Caspian approaches and with a few quick paw movements rips her clothes to shreds, her naked cub body now suddenly exposed.

“Why did you do that?” she protests.

Ignoring Jens question, Caspian lines up his cock to her entrance, teasing the hole with the tip of his knotted cock. It begins sliding over her slit as their juices start building up. He couldn't take it anymore. Primal urges take over. With a snarl his fingers tighten around her hip fur as he thrusts into her forcefully, trying to bury himself as far deep into her as he could with one thrust. Her preteen pussy splits open, eliciting a loud shriek from the little girl. It goes unheard. Her little fists tighten and curl in sudden pain.

Caspian manages to pierce his member halfway in. Her hymen breaks after just a little resistance. Jen took more than he expected honestly. She’s bawling now, hot tears streaming down her face at the overwhelming presence of the adult bent over her and sending searing pain up her frail body.

Satisfied, he slowly pulls himself out of little Jen, leaving a gaping hole where her pristine pussy had been moments before.

He roughly lifts up her hips, adjusting the angle for the next thrust, noting her lack of resistance and ignoring Jens heaving sobs like she had merely stubbed a toebean. Her body quivers in shock and sudden betrayal.

Realizing he’s about to do it again she starts screaming at the top of her lungs for help. Begging for anyone to listen. Amused, Caspian lets her wear out her voice. He leans down and whispers in her ear:

“That's right baby girl. Let it out. Let it allll out.”

Her desperate cries echo through the rooms of the empty house. Rolling his eyes he gets tired of it.

With an unexpected grab of the shoulders he slams his cock back inside, piercing all the way through her until it bulged from out her stomach. She starts wailing again with fresh tears. Caspian can feel his tip punch completely through her cervix, causing her to start kicking and thrashing her arms in desperation. Everything hurts for Jen. Need to get him out now.

“Stop.  Stop.  Stop. Please. Please.” she wails. If anything it only encourages him to pick up speed.

Caspian grabs her wrists and pins her to the bed, still buried inside her. Trying to get her to shut up, his maw opens wide and bites down on Jen’s neck, growling deep. At the same time he pulls out a few inches and roughly fucks the little girl, eager to fill her with a litter of puppies.

Her tight cunny pulses wildly around his knotted cock, the incredible sensation sends ripples of pleasure up his shaft. Her vagina is impossibly tight, but with enough force he could get it moving inside.

Mmrrf..    Mrrfff…     MRfff!!!

Being so small it was easy for Caspian to lift her light frame and use her akin to a fleshlight, pulling her hips down in timing with his thrusts, aiming to get as deep as possible with every timed stroke. He focused on his frustrations at work. Dealing with Mr. Webster’s targeted harassment throughout the day. He growls and pistons inside her cunt with renewed vigor.

*Stop.  Please.” she whispers.

It wasn't long until the base of his knot was coated with their sexual fluids. Everything starts to tingle in a pleasant way. He was close to climaxing.

He's eager to jam the rest of his cock in. Jen had been reduced to a sniffling mess. She stared at him with sad eyes now, naked body completely splayed out on the bed. Spirit broken.

Caspian changes positions and buries all eight inches of him again in a mating press and continues their rough fucking.

“Stop.  Hurts.” she manages to get out. It was hard for her to breathe now. He felt so big. Like his penis was scrambling her organs.

With one more violent push he manages to lodge the knot fully inside. His orgasm triggers, her walls finally enclosing around him fully. Howling in pleasure his cock throbs, completely filling Jens womb with a single pulse of pedocum. Hot pleasure coalesces inside him. With no more room his knot fails its purpose and cum starts leaking out the sides as he pumps her fully.

“Please.” she sputters. Terrified.

Caspian grinds himself inside her, Making absolutely sure she would get pregnant if able. Had he been any bigger, his cock tip would be touching her throat.

The room had gone quiet. Her eyes were now closed and limbs fell limply to her side. Passed out completely. Not an uncommon reaction he’s heard, most cubs never make it conscious the whole way through.

Caspian thumbed the tip of his dick protruding through her delicate torso, cock crammed the entire length of her body. He thanked his lucky stars she was unconscious for this. He stands up, her limp limbs falling to the floor and hanging off Caspian's knot. He walks awkwardly to the bathroom with her body swinging precariously from his knot.

*Gods that was amazing* he thought. His first time could not have gone any better.

Picking up his smartphone he realizes it maybe could. He hasn't called Mr Webster yet, like he's asked. Looking down at the bear's unconscious daughter wrapped around him, now seemed like the perfect time to call.

*Bzzt..Bzzzt...Bzzt* "Hello?"

"Mr. Webster it's me, Caspian Hargraves."

"Caspian you slack-mawed idiot of course it's you. Listen well and listen clear. Today I've spent a lot of time socializing with hot women reflecting on the many ways you're a fuckup for the company and in life generally. Eight mistakes, was it?"

"Yes.”

"And you've sent the correct TPS reports. No errors?"

"All taken care of.”

"I'm personally reviewing it before final submission. You're up to your eyeballs in shit now Caspian. One more mistake and tearing you to shreds in front of the sales team. I will parade you around like the fucking zoo animal you are Caspian. Don't fuck with me! Your career - gone. Just like that. Got it?"

“I understand.” Caspian looked down at Jen’s violated body while he idly stroked her fluffy crotch fur and twirling it around his fingers. His cum had almost dried in her curls completely.

"For extra homework I've assigned you Kathy's data project. I've modified it a lot and made it your own personal project due exactly a week from now. Check your email for more questions."

"I'm eager to sink my teeth in whatever you have to offer, Mr. Webster." he replies while staring into Jen’s newly awakened eyes.

*End Call*
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