Back at the apartment, I led the little one inside.  From the rags she wore, I knew her to be nothing more than an orphan and I just couldn’t bring myself to leave her out in the bitter rain.  Shivering, she stood just inside the doorway, hugging herself and looking around as I closed and locked the door.  With a sigh, I pulled off my soaked coat and hung it upon the rack before pressing a hand to her back and guiding her into the bathroom.  The room wasn’t all that big, but it had the basics; a shower, sink and toilet.

	I left her side and turned on the shower, getting the water nice and pleasantly hot before gesturing for her to get in.  With that I turned and got no more than a step away before she grabbed my big hand with her little ones and looked up at me.  Looking very much like a half drowned rabbit, ears back against her head and eyes so big and lonely as she gave my hand a pull.  I could only sigh and nod my head before she let go and pulled off the rags that were her clothes.

	She patiently waited for me as I stepped out of my drenched pants, then took my hand again, pulling me into the shower, much like I’d led her back to my home.  Steaming water fell down upon us, stinging our skin while trying to heat up our cores.  I sighed and gazed down at the girl before me, only a little taller than my hip.  She was staring at my stomach, or I assume so, and jumped a little when I placed my hand on the top of her head and gently stroked.  Those big blue eyes of hers looked up at me and I lowered myself to my knees, getting the bar of soap.

	She held still, letting me wash her dirty white fur, cleaning it until it returned to its natural snow white color.  A blush finally colored her cheeks when my hands stroked the cleansing soap across her chest, fingers lightly brushing against her nipples.  She turned from my then, presenting to my gaze her scarred back, causing me to furrow my brows.  It was a vicious looking scar that spread from her right shoulder down to her left hip, as if she’d been slashed by some wicked blade.

	Tenderly I stroked my fingertips along the length of that scar, making her tremble and look at me over her shoulder, the look in her eyes unreadable.  I shook my head lightly and gently stroked my hands across the length of her back, watching her look away.  I could still feel her trembling beneath my hands as I stroked them down her sides, fingertips brushing against her nipples again before I reached her hips and shifted to gently massaging her tight little bottom.  Her fluffy little tail wiggled a little as I did that but I noticed the fine trembling didn’t stop as I stroked down her legs, getting them clean before working on her feet, causing her to jerk her leg a little and give a soft cute sound.

	I blinked and looked up to find her blushing brightly.  I couldn’t help the smile that found its way to my lips at the discovery that no matter how messed up this city had made her, she was still ticklish.  I lightly stroked the sole of her other foot, again making her jerk and she gave that sound again, now one I recognized as a startled giggle.  After the fright she’d had, it probably felt good to laugh.  The smile died from my lips at that thought as I raise my hand to wash the one place I’d skipped.

	She went still when my fingers first brushed against her slit but then that fine trembling returned and she gave a soft sound, much unlike the others.  The combination of that sound, the hot water falling down upon us and female flesh so near me had its effect on me then, drawing the blood to my cock as it slowly extended from my sheathe, growing hard without my wish.  I tried not to linger but was reluctant when I finally took my hand away.  She looked back at me then and I started to stand, preparing to get out.  She stopped me by turning suddenly, hands going to my shoulders.

	She shook her head and I knelt again, raising an eyebrow.  It was her turn now though, evident when she picked up the soap and worked up a lather.  Before this moment, I had assumed her to be really young, maybe seven or eight, but the look in her eyes was most certainly not.  I added a few more years to the mental tally in my head and held patiently still as she stroked her little hands across my silver furred chest.

	So full of contradiction, this girl, seeming mature one second then innocent the next, she seemed to lose that confidence she’d had when lathering up her hands as she knelt and worked her hands down my stomach.  I saw why too, because her eyes had fallen upon my engorged cock, thick and pink as it throbbed in time with my heartbeat.  I raised a hand to make her stop but she shook her head and bit her lip as she quickly took my length into her hands, dragging an exhale of pleasure from me, not quite a moan.

	Looking up at me then, a look in those big blue eyes of hers that was a plethora of emotions.  Fear, awe, hunger and need burned in those eyes, obliterating any words I could have said to stop her before they even formed upon my tongue.  She stroked me slowly, her little hands so good upon my length as she drew them up and down.  She did this to me for a few moments before suddenly shifting to stand.  I blinked and looked up at her as she pushed down on my shoulders, making me sit on my feet before she sat on my lap, my length trapped between us.

	Again the fear flared up in her eyes as she looked down, seeing just how big I was in comparison to her, but when she nibbled on her lip,  and raised up, I cupped her little bottom in my hands, making her jump cutely.  She looked at me, my face this time, as if surprised that I could actually move.  When I said nothing, she looked back down and lowered herself down, pressing the tip of my cock against her slit.  Again she bit her lip and looked unsure, and with my hands holding her up, she slowly wrapped her legs around my waist, her feet brushing against my tail.  She dug her heels into my ass then, pulling herself down on me, giving a soft moan as my tip entered her, revealing to me that she was more than wet enough for me.

	Shivering a little in my hands, she buries her hands into my snow white hair, clutching at the white strands, still looking down as she slowly pulls more of me into her until my tip presses against thin resistance, causing my eyebrows to go up.  She gives a soft sound of pain and pleasure and looks up at me, innocent pleading in that gaze.  Fuck.  No stopping now, I suppose.

	I give her the help she needs by shifting my hands and hooking my thumbs around her hips before gently pushing her down with enough force to tear through her innocence and bury my length until my tip pushed against another kind of resistance, her cervix.  She gave a small scream of pain and shook as she pressed her forehead against my chest, her body shuddering against me as I leaned back a little, resting my shoulders against the wall.

      It took a long time before her shaking slowed and she looked up at me with tears in her eyes, a blush staining her cheeks.  She was so tight, gripping my length like a lifeline that I could not deny her.  Slowly she moved her hips, little rockings that clearly wasn’t enough as she gave little needy sounds, her eyes begging.  Again I helped her, guiding her lower body up and down my length, drawing my cock in and out of her, my breathing deepening as she started to pant, cute moans escaping.

	She kept staring at me, but I could tell she wasn’t really looking at me anymore, all of her attention on the alien feelings happening between her legs.  Her fingers clutched more at my hair, her nails biting my scalp occasionally, but like her I could only really feel with that one part of my body.  I’m not sure how much time passed before she climaxed, but the water still fell down upon us and washing away the blood.  The little scream of pleasure she gave and the shaking of her body, combined with her inner muscles spasming along my cock were all I could take.  I came with her, shooting my thick, hot seed deep into her, splashing against her cervix…

	Later, I had lain her down on the bed with me, she had already passed out, which had made drying her off a little difficult, but I had managed easily enough.  Night had finally befallen the city and the rain had stopped, leaving everything eerily quiet.  I’m not sure what time it was when I felt her crawl out of bed.  Awake but no opening my eyes, I listened to her pad her way through my home, rustling around in my closet before the sounds of her feet briefly grew quieter.

	When they returned, I could feel her body heat near me, knew from the stink of steel that she held a blade in her hands over me, probably one of my kitchen knives.  I held still and breathed slowly, as if still asleep, waiting what seemed an eternity before I heard a soft thump against the floor.  Her footsteps on the carpeted floor grew quiet and I heard the door to my apartment open then close.

      With a sigh, I sat up and opened my eyes, which glowed in the dark.  I carefully swung my feet over the side of the bed, retrieved the knife from the floor, and walked towards the kitchen to put it back in the drawer, stopping briefly to note that my wallet was not where I had left it earlier.  I only smiled a little and continued on my mission to replace the knife, hoping the money she’d taken would feed her well…