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This was just something I wanted to write. [i]Deal[/i] with it, [i]nerds[/i]! 'v'\nAlso, this is completely unrelated to [url=http://www.furaffinity.net/view/23966245/]another story I did[/url] but if you [i]have[/i] to put it in the same timeline, it takes place [i]after[/i]. \n\n[b]Word count:[/b] 3,752 – [b]Character count:[/b] 21,144\n[b]Originally written:[/b] May 2nd, 2017 \n[b]Revised and split:[/b] September 19th, 2017\n\n[i]A cute little Girl Scout comes to sell her delicious goods to Joseph.\n\nSherly Karu created by and © [name]SherlyKaru[/name][/i]","description_bbcode_parsed":"Chapter I of "The Scout's Cookies," a kinda-dark erotic SherlyKaru fan fiction story…
(Originally half of the story of the same name.)
I make no excuses. This was just something I wanted to write. Deal with it, nerds! 'v'
Also, this is completely unrelated to another story I did but if you have to put it in the same timeline, it takes place after.
Word count: 3,752 – Character count: 21,144
Originally written: May 2nd, 2017
Revised and split: September 19th, 2017
A cute little Girl Scout comes to sell her delicious goods to Joseph.
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Well, I was close…\n “What’s up?” I asked, wondering why they were there.\n “We’re raising funds!” I heard the voice add.\n Ah… was it that time of the year, again, [i]already[/i]? \n\n See, for those who don’t know, the Girl Scouts of America are an organization that does a lot of good things for young girls. Ya know, keeping ‘em out of trouble, teaching ‘em life skills, all that jazz. However, once-a-year, they send out their minions– I mean, scouts, to scoot around town and peddle their wares, in order to raise some money to help fund the local chapters of the organization. And, what [i]are[/i] their wares?\n Cookies. Cookies-upon-cookies. Pretty good ones, too… \n\n I stood there, on the other side of my door, pondering the idea of buying some Girl Scout cookies, for a moment… As good as they were, those things were [i]always[/i] outrageously overpriced! But… I [i]did[/i] have [i]quite[/i] the sweet tooth, lately… and, I was kind of getting bored of chocolate kisses and candy bars. On top of that, it [i]had[/i] been a while, since I’d had an officially-licensed-and-manufactured Girl Scout Cookie of [i]any[/i] kind. And so, after thinking it over…\n “Just a second.”\n I decided that I actually [i]was[/i] interested. \n\n I reached over and undid the lock on the handle of my door. Then, I opened it, peeking out. Just as they’d said, standing there was a much shorter figure… one who was carting a little red wagon filled with several green boxes.\n [i]Cookies![/i]\n As I undid my door’s chain-lock, I noticed that my tail was wagging and my stomach was rumbling with excitement. I really [i]was[/i] hungry for cookies, apparently… \n\n “[i]Good[/i] afternoon, sir!” \n\n I gave a blink, pulled away from my thoughts by that same voice from before. I glanced down, looking at a figure standing just under chest-level to myself.\n A black-furred girl fox stood before me, wearing the usual outfit I’d come to expect from the Scouts; a cute little beret with an emblem, a sash with a bunch of badges, and a pleated, knee-length, khaki skirt – all of which being mint-green, in coloration. She was also wearing a yellow-orange kerchief over a white, short-sleeved, button-up shirt, ankle-high tube socks, and a pair of black Mary Jane buckle shoes. What caught my attention more than anything, though… was the clipboard in her hand. \n\n “I’m here on behalf of the Girl Scouts of America,” she continued in a cheerful voice, “collecting funds for our organization!”\n As she smiled up at me, I couldn’t help but grin. I’ve heard that speech at least a half-dozen times, before… but, I had to admit, that scout’s delivery of the pre-written speech was pretty good.\n “Your local Girl Scout troop needs [i]you[/i]! We’re scouting the town–” what a bad pun… “–in search of people who would be willing to contribute to our cause! With the cost of equipment and clothing rising every year, it’s [i]hard[/i] to keep us Girl Scouts properly equipped! However, I’m not here to ask for [i]donations[/i]. Rather, I’d like to offer an exchange of commodities!\n “[i]Cookies[/i]!” she exclaimed. “[i]Lots[/i] of [i]delicious cookies[/i], is what I’m here to offer you, sir… for, with every box of Girl Scout cookies that you buy, your [i]entire purchase[/i] goes to your local Girl Scout troop to keep them ready and able to help with [i]your[/i] community! On top of that, you’ll be giving us girls the chance to go to new places, meet new people and make new friends, and have experiences that will last a [i]lifetime[/i]! How [i]cool[/i] is [i]that[/i]?\n “So, what do you say?” she asked, looking up at me with a cheerful smile, her eyes expectantly looking my way through squared glasses. “Are you willing to help a Girl Scout-in-need?” \n\n I found myself staring as the Scout continued to smile at me, waiting for a reply. There was something… [i]very[/i] familiar about her, I’d thought… Between her red hair and her individually-colored red and blue eyes, I eventually let myself ask her…\n “Do I… [i]know[/i] you?”\n “[i]Sure[/i], you do!” was her giggly reply. “I’m a [i]Girl Scout[/i]! You’ve probably seen us running around the city, helping people and selling our yummy [i]cookies[/i]!”\n “No, I mean… you, [i]yourself[/i], look familiar…”\n Her head of crimson hair tilted, her floor-length ponytails swaying slightly.\n “I don’t think so…” she offered, her smile brightening, “but, you seem nice! Are you nice enough to help your local [i]Girl Scouts[/i], though?”\n “I, uh…”\n I knew I was still staring… but, I was just [i]so curious[/i]…\n “Are you [i]sure[/i] I don’t know you? Or… maybe… Do you have a sister…?”\n Her face darkened, then, her pointy, black-furred ears folding.\n “I dunno, sir – I’m an orphan.”\n Oh, geez… Way to [i]go[/i], me. \n\n “Oh. I’m… I’m so sorry, little miss…” I offered as an apology. Her face brightened, again, before she responded.\n “Oh, it’s fine! The Girl Scouts have been [i]super[/i]-nice! They [i]really[/i] like helping out the community and even let orphans like [i]me[/i] pitch in!” She giggled again before adding, “Don’t you think a group [i]that[/i] nice deserves [i]your[/i] help?”\n I hummed… then, I chuckled.\n “Tell me what you’ve got, kiddo!”\n Her mouth opened in a wide smile. Then, she spun around, making her skirt flare as she looked over her inventory. \n\n “Let’s see…” she said. Her back was turned and pointing a finger at the boxes in her cart, from the looks of it. “Right now, I [i]haaave[/i]… Thin Mints, Trios, Lemonades, peanut buttery Tagalongs, and [i]two[/i] kinds of Girl Scout S’mores!”\n She turned back around, smiling brightly as ever.\n “But, if you wanna order something else or get a whole bunch at one time, I can give you an [i]order form[/i] to fill out and send in!”\n That wasn’t really necessary, though. She [i]had[/i] me, at “peanut butter Tagalongs…”\n “How many boxes of Tagalongs do you have?” I asked.\n “Um… lemme check!”\n I watched as the girl turned back around and started sorting her inventory. \n\n While the wagon wasn’t exactly [i]overflowing[/i] with cookies, she [i]did[/i] seem to have quite a few boxes of them piled up. It didn’t look very organized, [i]at all[/i]… Honestly, I was a little surprised she could tell me what she’d had left…\n “Oops!”\n I wasn’t [i]entirely[/i] surprised when she ended up dropping a box, though… but, I felt my eyes widen as the little girl bent down, reaching out and placing her hand on the box. I hadn’t noticed it before – and, why [i]would[/i] I? But… her skirt was hiked up a little higher-than-normal on her waist. The reason I was noticing, [i]then[/i]… was because, when she’d bent over, her tail… which was [i]under[/i] the skirt… had raised up… and, I got a [i]very[/i] clear view of her panties. They were white with pink trim and even had little, colored pawprints on them! It was enough to make me blush… \n\n “[i]Sorry[/i] about that, mister!” she said as she stood back up. “Now, then, I have about… what… are you looking at?”\n I knew I was still staring… but, I couldn’t find it in me to tell her what I’d seen. Unfortunately, it seemed like she’d figured it out not a moment later.\n “Were… were you [i]peeking[/i]?” she said, bringing her clipboard over her lap and giving me a suspicious, almost nervous sort of look.\n “N– [i]no[/i]?”\n “Oh.”\n I felt relieved when she seemed to drop the topic… then, I tensed a little when she spoke, again.\n “You [i]were[/i] peeking… [i]weren’t[/i] you?” she asked again. \n\n It was weird… The Girl Scout was giggling, rocking from side-to-side, her tail wagging at her feet and a playful grin on her face. The look she was giving me… made me feel like I’d just been caught with my hand in the cookie jar. Uh… okay, bad pun. But, you get the idea!\n “It’s okay…” she said, after I failed to respond. “That happens ‘cause I wear my skirt weird. I shouldn’t… but, it feels [i]weird[/i], having my tail [i]over[/i] it instead of [i]under[/i]!”\n She looked downward, acting a little shy and adjusting her skirt. I felt a little bad… \n\n “Um… say, mister…”\n I jolted. Her voice had lowered, a little… as had her ears. She looked troubled… Her knees had come together, her hands were held over her lap, and she was squirming…\n “May I… come in? [i]Please[/i]? I… [i]need to use the bathroom[/i]…” she whispered with a blush.\n “What? O-oh, sure…”\n “[i]Thank you[/i]!” she speedily squeaked, running inside with her cart. I closed the door behind her as she then headed into the bathroom across the way. \n\n My hands ran through my hair as I stood there in the doorway of my apartment, idly waiting for her to use the facilities. Just… what had [i]happened[/i], a second ago? Was she mad at me? Was she [i]amused[/i]? Was she… planning to call the [i]cops[/i] on me…? I swallowed hard, keeping my back against the door as I idled…\n [i]Y-you’re overreacting…[/i] I thought. [i]I-if she was mad or something, she wouldn’t have asked to come inside… She probably just feels as awkward about it as[/i] you [i]do![/i]\n I shook my head, rubbing my face and closing my eyes. I must have been tired, to be doing all that thinking… I needed to settle down… relax… \n\n “Sorry about the wait, mister!”\n I perked as the Girl Scout returned from her impromptu bathroom break. She seemed much relieved as she merrily skipped back toward me, her skirt and hair bouncing along…\n “Now… about those cookies…”\n “Oh, yeah…” I hummed. “How many boxes of Tagalongs did you say you had?”\n “I [i]didn’t[/i]!” she giggled. “But, when I dropped my cookies, I think I had [i]10[/i]?”\n “Oh?” Another hum passed my lips. “Well, how much are they?”\n When she told me the price… my eyes went [i]wide[/i]!\n “[i]That’s[/i]… that’s a lot more than I was [i]expecting[/i]!”\n “It’s for a [i]good cause[/i]…” she said, her voice quivering and her smile fading. “But, you don’t [i]have[/i] to…”\n “No, no, it’s fine. Just… let me get my wallet…”\n \n The Girl Scout cheered, clapping her hands together as I walked out of the room. The price of those cookies had [i]really[/i] sky-rocketed! But… I figured there was no harm in buying [i]one-or-two[/i] boxes… especially if it put a smile on that little cutie’s face.\n [i]I swear I’ve seen her before,[/i] I thought while I grabbed my wallet. [i]But, she doesn’t seem to know[/i] me[i]… so, maybe it’s just a coincidence…[/i] \n\n I eventually discard the thought before walking back into the living room. As I re-entered, however, I noticed that the girl had moved from the center of the area and over toward my coffee table. She seemed to be staring at something on my laptop computer…\n “Little Girl Scout?” I called. “I got my wallet.”\n “Mister?” she replied. “What’s this?”\n “What’s [i]whaaaaa[/i]–”\n My face froze, my fur bristled, and my ears shot upright. The little girl was staring at what I’d been looking at before she’d arrived… [i]Porn[/i].\n “That’s… nn-nn…”\n “What’s this [i]man[/i] doing to that [i]lady[/i]?” she innocently asked. “Is that his [i]ding-dong[/i]? Why is it in her [i]pee-hole[/i]? And, what’s all that [i]white[/i] stuff?”\n “Ah… ah… ah…”\n I could only stand frozen as the Scout intensely stared at the screen, her little ears folding. Strangely… I could hear her tail swishing against the couch while she looked a little closer…\n “It feels [i]warm[/i] in here, mister…” she said in a soft, confused tone… “May I have a glass of water, please?”\n What could I even [i]say[/i], at that point? Nothing came to mind, to be sure… so, I decided to just walk around my kitchenette and fulfill her request. \n\n [i]This is the absolute[/i] worst[i]![/i] I thought, filling a glass with cool tap water. [i]That girl is looking at my[/i] porn[i]… H… how am I going to[/i] explain [i]that, to her? What do I even[/i] do[i], at this point? M-maybe, if I buy enough cookies, I can get her to keep quiet, about it…[/i]\n With no other options at my disposal, I walked back out into the living room, water in one hand and my wallet in the other. If that girl hadn’t already met her sales quota, for the season… she was [i]about[/i] to. [i]Anything[/i], to keep her from telling people what she saw… \n\n “Little girl?” I called again. “I got your wa… [i]ter[/i]…”\n My body tensed again… The girl was still looking at my laptop… but her hand was on the keys… Was she…? No… no… she couldn’t have been…\n “Mister…?” she said, her voice quivering again. “Why are all these people [i]hugging[/i], in these drawings? And why’s this man’s [i]pee-pee[/i] in this lady’s [i]poop-hole[/i]? I don’t get it…”\n Oh dear, [i]sweet[/i] lord… She was browsing that [i]website[/i]… Could the situation have been any more awkward?\n “It’s… making me feel… [i]weird[/i]… in my chest… and…” I tensed further as she whispered, “[i]down there[/i]…”\n Well. Ask a silly question…\n \n “H… h… h…” I tried to say as I watched her browse through the adult drawing site I’d been viewing. I really wanted to try and explain things to her… but, for some reason, I couldn’t find the will to speak. Even worse… the effects were getting stronger, on her… \n\n “It’s… [i]itchy[/i]…” she said in a soft, delicate tone, her legs rubbing together under her skirt. “M-mister… [i]mmph[/i]…”\n My face brightened with every syllable that passed her young lips… Her ears were folded, her face was red under her gray facial fur, and her tail was wagging… There was no doubt about what was going on, anymore… Those drawings… were waking something up, inside of the girl… something that I, [i]unfortunately[/i], would have to explain… \n\n “I-it’s so warm in here…” she whimpered, reaching up and undoing one button of her dress shirt. “Mister… May I have that water? [i]Pretty-please[/i]??”\n “Y… y– y…”\n [i]C’mon, Joe… Snap out of it…[/i] I shouted to myself.[i] That little girl needs your help. It’s[/i] your [i]fault she’s in this state, in the[/i] first [i]place![/i]\n “Y– [i]es[/i]! Yes, of [i]course[/i]!” I suddenly blurted out, making her jump. I was quick to walk over and hand her the water, then. As I watched her drink, I kept my ears folded and tail tucked away. I felt so [i]bad[/i] for her… especially because my carelessness had been the [i]cause[/i] of her confusion. \n\n “Th-thanks, mister…” she said with a pant. “I still feel warm, though… warm, [i]inside[/i]…”\n “I… I…” My ears fell farther and I swallowed hard before saying, “I know, sweetie… I’m sorry.”\n Hearing that caused her own ears to perk. She looked up at me, eyes full of curiosity and a warm blush caressing her cute little face.\n “Why do I feel so warm, mister?” she innocently asked. “All I did was look at these pictures of people hugging…”\n I wasn’t ready… I absolutely… [i]positively[/i]… was [i]not ready[/i] for that question.\n “W-well, you see,” I said as I started to close my laptop. I paused, blinking as the girl followed the screen, bending down to try and look at it, then reached over and tried to flip the screen back up. For whatever reason… I [i]let[/i] her.\n “I feel [i]tingly[/i], when I look at these pictures…” she murmured, moving the cursor of the screen around with the trackpad and clicking on images. “Why is this girl [i]crying[/i], though…”\n I glanced at the screen… and, I internally whimpered as I saw a large, gray wolf forcibly violating a young bird girl behind a bush in a park.\n “Sh… she’s just… h-he’s, um…”\n “Is he [i]hurting[/i] her?” she asked, looking up at me.\n I died a little, at that question. I didn’t know what to tell her… Thankfully… or, maybe not… she turned back to the computer and moved to a much less violent picture. \n\n “I like [i]this[/i] one…” she whispered. When I looked at the image, myself… I smiled, a little. The two people in the picture were holding hands as they made sweet, blissful love and both were smiling and blushing… It was a beautifully drawn picture of two lovers who truly enjoyed their time, together.\n “That’s one of my favorites, too…” I let slip. Oddly… the Girl Scout smiled up at me.\n “Can I see [i]more[/i], please?” she asked in the sweetest, most polite voice I’d ever heard. Every part of my brain was telling me not to… but, as I saw her excited, innocent face… watched her smile and heard her tail swaying… all I could do was tell her…\n “Okay…” \n\n We sat down on my couch, together, my wireless mouse in one hand and the Girl Scout in my lap as we browsed the picture site together. She seemed perfectly content to cuddle up with me, happy as a clam, as I poked through the images I’d saved, over the years. When I got to one, in particular, however…\n “What’s that lady doing?”\n I looked over and noticed… it was a solo piece of a girl cupping her breast and manipulating herself. She was blushing and seemed to be caught in mid-pant…\n “She’s, uh…” I thought about making up a word… but, eventually, I just said what it was.\n “‘Mass-ter-[i]bay[/i]-ting?’” the girl asked, giving me a curious look. “What’s that?”\n “W-well, it’s when you, uh…” I immediately regretted my decision. I was absolutely [i]unprepared[/i] to explain the concept to that girl who looked to be no older than nine.\n “Her fingers are in her pee-hole…” she bluntly stated. “But, [i]why[/i]?”\n “Well… um… if you put… if you… if…”\n I couldn’t bring myself to suggest [i]that[/i], to her… She was far too [i]young[/i]!\n “Does it feel [i]good[/i]?”\n I twitched and my face went bright red from the question…\n “Y… y… yes…” was what I eventually said. That seemed to satisfy her curiosity.\n “I wanna try…”\n Or… so I thought. \n\n My body went absolutely [i]rigid[/i] as she girl pulled her shirt loose from her skirt and tugged on her waistband… She was about to slide a hand downward… but, I stopped her.\n “Wuh…? [i]Mister[/i]?” She looked at me, her ears folded back and an upset look on her face. “Why’d you stop me?”\n “Be… be…” I stammered.\n “Did I do something [i]bad[/i]…?” Her face turned guilty and her eyes moistened with tears… “I didn’t [i]mean[/i] to… I didn’t [i]know[/i]!”\n “N… [i]no[/i]!” I suddenly cried out. “You didn’t do anything bad, sweetie… It’s just that…”\n Oh, how could I [i]ever[/i] explain the situation to her… Suddenly, I thought of a way out of the situation. It was a long shot, but…\n “I-it’s not something… you do… with others in the room?” I explained.\n “Why [i]not[/i]?” Before I could even try and explain, she added, “The people in [i]this[/i] picture are in the same room…” \n\n I gave a startled blink… Somehow, I’d failed to notice that one of us had clicked on a different picture. In that one, a man was sitting on a couch with his junk out, giving it a stroke… while a woman sat across from him, her fingers busy on her own body. They really looked like they were enjoying teasing each other, too… \n\n “A…! Ah. [i]Ah[/i]…”\n I didn’t know what to say. I… [i]guess[/i] she had a point? But, then again, she was still just a little girl… not a full-grown woman. \n\n “I wanna [i]try[/i]!” she exclaimed in a raised voice, tugging her arm away from my hand. She tugged at her skirt’s waistband again… then, she paused. I’d glanced at her… only to notice the dirty look she was giving me.\n “No peeking!” she warned. I briefly wondered why… considering she’d shrugged it off when I’d accidentally gotten a peek earlier…\n “No… [i]peeking[/i]!!” she shouted, again. For some reason… I decided I’d better listen to her. \n\n My ears perked as I closed my eyes… I could hear the fabric of her khaki skirt shuffle and felt her squirm in my lap. My heart raced and my mouth became dry as the room went silent… A moment later, I tensed all over again.\n “No peeking, now…” I heard a voice whisper.\n I really didn’t plan to… but, from the adorable panting she was doing and the way she was squirming in my lap… not to mention, that ever-swaying tail brushing over my pajama bottom legs… I started to get a little curious…\n [i]Don’t you do it…![/i] I warned myself. But, I wasn’t listening… Slowly… I peeked open one eye… before I felt my face burst into a heavy blush, from what I saw. \n\n The little Girl Scout was still sitting in my lap, squirming and panting with her eyes closed and ears folded. I could see her hand under the stretchy waist of her skirt… and, from the bump in her own lap, it was easy to tell what she was doing and where.\n “I-it’s… [i]warm[/i]” she whimpered, seemingly unaware that I was watching. I couldn’t help it, though… I’d never seen anything quite like it. That little girl in my apartment… the sweet and innocent Girl Scout… was becoming aware of her own sexuality. Right there. In my lap. \n\n I felt so confused… Every part of the situation was wrong… Wrong, wrong, [i]wrong[/i]… I should have shut the laptop off… should have kept her [i]away[/i]! I [i]shouldn’t[/i] have let her convince me to show her more… and, I [i]certainly[/i] shouldn’t have let things [i]escalate[/i] as far as they had. But, as I sat there, hearing her pants and taking in her innocent whimpers of delight… I realized something. Something… I kind of wished I [i]hadn’t[/i]. \n\n That sweet little Scout… was [i]turning me on[/i].","writing_bbcode_parsed":" “What am I going to do, today?”
That was the question running through my mind as I sat in front of my computer, staring at pictures on the Internet. I had the whole day off, from my job at the arcade… but, none of my friends were available – either online or off. Most of them were working but some had plans of their own, leaving me to sit idle, at home, that weekend.
I must have spent a good five minutes, sitting there and trying to think of a way to pass the time… As I sat and pondered, however, something caught my attention.
There was a knock on my apartment door.
“Who is it?” I asked in a raised voice, walking over. I hadn’t been expecting anyone… and, honestly, I half-expected it to be a religious visitor or traveling salesman.
“Girl Scouts of America!” a sweet, young-sounding voice called back.
The Girl Scouts of America? Well, I was close…
“What’s up?” I asked, wondering why they were there.
“We’re raising funds!” I heard the voice add.
Ah… was it that time of the year, again, already?
See, for those who don’t know, the Girl Scouts of America are an organization that does a lot of good things for young girls. Ya know, keeping ‘em out of trouble, teaching ‘em life skills, all that jazz. However, once-a-year, they send out their minions– I mean, scouts, to scoot around town and peddle their wares, in order to raise some money to help fund the local chapters of the organization. And, what are their wares?
Cookies. Cookies-upon-cookies. Pretty good ones, too…
I stood there, on the other side of my door, pondering the idea of buying some Girl Scout cookies, for a moment… As good as they were, those things were always outrageously overpriced! But… I did have quite the sweet tooth, lately… and, I was kind of getting bored of chocolate kisses and candy bars. On top of that, it had been a while, since I’d had an officially-licensed-and-manufactured Girl Scout Cookie of any kind. And so, after thinking it over…
“Just a second.”
I decided that I actually was interested.
I reached over and undid the lock on the handle of my door. Then, I opened it, peeking out. Just as they’d said, standing there was a much shorter figure… one who was carting a little red wagon filled with several green boxes.
Cookies!
As I undid my door’s chain-lock, I noticed that my tail was wagging and my stomach was rumbling with excitement. I really was hungry for cookies, apparently…
“Good afternoon, sir!”
I gave a blink, pulled away from my thoughts by that same voice from before. I glanced down, looking at a figure standing just under chest-level to myself.
A black-furred girl fox stood before me, wearing the usual outfit I’d come to expect from the Scouts; a cute little beret with an emblem, a sash with a bunch of badges, and a pleated, knee-length, khaki skirt – all of which being mint-green, in coloration. She was also wearing a yellow-orange kerchief over a white, short-sleeved, button-up shirt, ankle-high tube socks, and a pair of black Mary Jane buckle shoes. What caught my attention more than anything, though… was the clipboard in her hand.
“I’m here on behalf of the Girl Scouts of America,” she continued in a cheerful voice, “collecting funds for our organization!”
As she smiled up at me, I couldn’t help but grin. I’ve heard that speech at least a half-dozen times, before… but, I had to admit, that scout’s delivery of the pre-written speech was pretty good.
“Your local Girl Scout troop needs you! We’re scouting the town–” what a bad pun… “–in search of people who would be willing to contribute to our cause! With the cost of equipment and clothing rising every year, it’s hard to keep us Girl Scouts properly equipped! However, I’m not here to ask for donations. Rather, I’d like to offer an exchange of commodities!
“Cookies!” she exclaimed. “Lots of delicious cookies, is what I’m here to offer you, sir… for, with every box of Girl Scout cookies that you buy, your entire purchase goes to your local Girl Scout troop to keep them ready and able to help with your community! On top of that, you’ll be giving us girls the chance to go to new places, meet new people and make new friends, and have experiences that will last a lifetime! How cool is that?
“So, what do you say?” she asked, looking up at me with a cheerful smile, her eyes expectantly looking my way through squared glasses. “Are you willing to help a Girl Scout-in-need?”
I found myself staring as the Scout continued to smile at me, waiting for a reply. There was something… very familiar about her, I’d thought… Between her red hair and her individually-colored red and blue eyes, I eventually let myself ask her…
“Do I… know you?”
“Sure, you do!” was her giggly reply. “I’m a Girl Scout! You’ve probably seen us running around the city, helping people and selling our yummy cookies!”
“No, I mean… you, yourself, look familiar…”
Her head of crimson hair tilted, her floor-length ponytails swaying slightly.
“I don’t think so…” she offered, her smile brightening, “but, you seem nice! Are you nice enough to help your local Girl Scouts, though?”
“I, uh…”
I knew I was still staring… but, I was just so curious…
“Are you sure I don’t know you? Or… maybe… Do you have a sister…?”
Her face darkened, then, her pointy, black-furred ears folding.
“I dunno, sir – I’m an orphan.”
Oh, geez… Way to go, me.
“Oh. I’m… I’m so sorry, little miss…” I offered as an apology. Her face brightened, again, before she responded.
“Oh, it’s fine! The Girl Scouts have been super-nice! They really like helping out the community and even let orphans like me pitch in!” She giggled again before adding, “Don’t you think a group that nice deserves your help?”
I hummed… then, I chuckled.
“Tell me what you’ve got, kiddo!”
Her mouth opened in a wide smile. Then, she spun around, making her skirt flare as she looked over her inventory.
“Let’s see…” she said. Her back was turned and pointing a finger at the boxes in her cart, from the looks of it. “Right now, I haaave… Thin Mints, Trios, Lemonades, peanut buttery Tagalongs, and two kinds of Girl Scout S’mores!”
She turned back around, smiling brightly as ever.
“But, if you wanna order something else or get a whole bunch at one time, I can give you an order form to fill out and send in!”
That wasn’t really necessary, though. She had me, at “peanut butter Tagalongs…”
“How many boxes of Tagalongs do you have?” I asked.
“Um… lemme check!”
I watched as the girl turned back around and started sorting her inventory.
While the wagon wasn’t exactly overflowing with cookies, she did seem to have quite a few boxes of them piled up. It didn’t look very organized, at all… Honestly, I was a little surprised she could tell me what she’d had left…
“Oops!”
I wasn’t entirely surprised when she ended up dropping a box, though… but, I felt my eyes widen as the little girl bent down, reaching out and placing her hand on the box. I hadn’t noticed it before – and, why would I? But… her skirt was hiked up a little higher-than-normal on her waist. The reason I was noticing, then… was because, when she’d bent over, her tail… which was under the skirt… had raised up… and, I got a very clear view of her panties. They were white with pink trim and even had little, colored pawprints on them! It was enough to make me blush…
“Sorry about that, mister!” she said as she stood back up. “Now, then, I have about… what… are you looking at?”
I knew I was still staring… but, I couldn’t find it in me to tell her what I’d seen. Unfortunately, it seemed like she’d figured it out not a moment later.
“Were… were you peeking?” she said, bringing her clipboard over her lap and giving me a suspicious, almost nervous sort of look.
“N– no?”
“Oh.”
I felt relieved when she seemed to drop the topic… then, I tensed a little when she spoke, again.
“You were peeking… weren’t you?” she asked again.
It was weird… The Girl Scout was giggling, rocking from side-to-side, her tail wagging at her feet and a playful grin on her face. The look she was giving me… made me feel like I’d just been caught with my hand in the cookie jar. Uh… okay, bad pun. But, you get the idea!
“It’s okay…” she said, after I failed to respond. “That happens ‘cause I wear my skirt weird. I shouldn’t… but, it feels weird, having my tail over it instead of under!”
She looked downward, acting a little shy and adjusting her skirt. I felt a little bad…
“Um… say, mister…”
I jolted. Her voice had lowered, a little… as had her ears. She looked troubled… Her knees had come together, her hands were held over her lap, and she was squirming…
“May I… come in? Please? I… need to use the bathroom…” she whispered with a blush.
“What? O-oh, sure…”
“Thank you!” she speedily squeaked, running inside with her cart. I closed the door behind her as she then headed into the bathroom across the way.
My hands ran through my hair as I stood there in the doorway of my apartment, idly waiting for her to use the facilities. Just… what had happened, a second ago? Was she mad at me? Was she amused? Was she… planning to call the cops on me…? I swallowed hard, keeping my back against the door as I idled…
Y-you’re overreacting… I thought. I-if she was mad or something, she wouldn’t have asked to come inside… She probably just feels as awkward about it as you do!
I shook my head, rubbing my face and closing my eyes. I must have been tired, to be doing all that thinking… I needed to settle down… relax…
“Sorry about the wait, mister!”
I perked as the Girl Scout returned from her impromptu bathroom break. She seemed much relieved as she merrily skipped back toward me, her skirt and hair bouncing along…
“Now… about those cookies…”
“Oh, yeah…” I hummed. “How many boxes of Tagalongs did you say you had?”
“I didn’t!” she giggled. “But, when I dropped my cookies, I think I had 10?”
“Oh?” Another hum passed my lips. “Well, how much are they?”
When she told me the price… my eyes went wide!
“That’s… that’s a lot more than I was expecting!”
“It’s for a good cause…” she said, her voice quivering and her smile fading. “But, you don’t have to…”
“No, no, it’s fine. Just… let me get my wallet…”
The Girl Scout cheered, clapping her hands together as I walked out of the room. The price of those cookies had really sky-rocketed! But… I figured there was no harm in buying one-or-two boxes… especially if it put a smile on that little cutie’s face.
I swear I’ve seen her before, I thought while I grabbed my wallet. But, she doesn’t seem to know me… so, maybe it’s just a coincidence…
I eventually discard the thought before walking back into the living room. As I re-entered, however, I noticed that the girl had moved from the center of the area and over toward my coffee table. She seemed to be staring at something on my laptop computer…
“Little Girl Scout?” I called. “I got my wallet.”
“Mister?” she replied. “What’s this?”
“What’s whaaaaa–”
My face froze, my fur bristled, and my ears shot upright. The little girl was staring at what I’d been looking at before she’d arrived… Porn.
“That’s… nn-nn…”
“What’s this man doing to that lady?” she innocently asked. “Is that his ding-dong? Why is it in her pee-hole? And, what’s all that white stuff?”
“Ah… ah… ah…”
I could only stand frozen as the Scout intensely stared at the screen, her little ears folding. Strangely… I could hear her tail swishing against the couch while she looked a little closer…
“It feels warm in here, mister…” she said in a soft, confused tone… “May I have a glass of water, please?”
What could I even say, at that point? Nothing came to mind, to be sure… so, I decided to just walk around my kitchenette and fulfill her request.
This is the absolute worst! I thought, filling a glass with cool tap water. That girl is looking at my porn… H… how am I going to explain that, to her? What do I even do, at this point? M-maybe, if I buy enough cookies, I can get her to keep quiet, about it…
With no other options at my disposal, I walked back out into the living room, water in one hand and my wallet in the other. If that girl hadn’t already met her sales quota, for the season… she was about to. Anything, to keep her from telling people what she saw…
“Little girl?” I called again. “I got your wa… ter…”
My body tensed again… The girl was still looking at my laptop… but her hand was on the keys… Was she…? No… no… she couldn’t have been…
“Mister…?” she said, her voice quivering again. “Why are all these people hugging, in these drawings? And why’s this man’s pee-pee in this lady’s poop-hole? I don’t get it…”
Oh dear, sweet lord… She was browsing that website… Could the situation have been any more awkward?
“It’s… making me feel… weird… in my chest… and…” I tensed further as she whispered, “down there…”
Well. Ask a silly question…
“H… h… h…” I tried to say as I watched her browse through the adult drawing site I’d been viewing. I really wanted to try and explain things to her… but, for some reason, I couldn’t find the will to speak. Even worse… the effects were getting stronger, on her…
“It’s… itchy…” she said in a soft, delicate tone, her legs rubbing together under her skirt. “M-mister… mmph…”
My face brightened with every syllable that passed her young lips… Her ears were folded, her face was red under her gray facial fur, and her tail was wagging… There was no doubt about what was going on, anymore… Those drawings… were waking something up, inside of the girl… something that I, unfortunately, would have to explain…
“I-it’s so warm in here…” she whimpered, reaching up and undoing one button of her dress shirt. “Mister… May I have that water? Pretty-please??”
“Y… y– y…”
C’mon, Joe… Snap out of it… I shouted to myself. That little girl needs your help. It’s your fault she’s in this state, in the first place!
“Y– es! Yes, of course!” I suddenly blurted out, making her jump. I was quick to walk over and hand her the water, then. As I watched her drink, I kept my ears folded and tail tucked away. I felt so bad for her… especially because my carelessness had been the cause of her confusion.
“Th-thanks, mister…” she said with a pant. “I still feel warm, though… warm, inside…”
“I… I…” My ears fell farther and I swallowed hard before saying, “I know, sweetie… I’m sorry.”
Hearing that caused her own ears to perk. She looked up at me, eyes full of curiosity and a warm blush caressing her cute little face.
“Why do I feel so warm, mister?” she innocently asked. “All I did was look at these pictures of people hugging…”
I wasn’t ready… I absolutely… positively… was not ready for that question.
“W-well, you see,” I said as I started to close my laptop. I paused, blinking as the girl followed the screen, bending down to try and look at it, then reached over and tried to flip the screen back up. For whatever reason… I let her.
“I feel tingly, when I look at these pictures…” she murmured, moving the cursor of the screen around with the trackpad and clicking on images. “Why is this girl crying, though…”
I glanced at the screen… and, I internally whimpered as I saw a large, gray wolf forcibly violating a young bird girl behind a bush in a park.
“Sh… she’s just… h-he’s, um…”
“Is he hurting her?” she asked, looking up at me.
I died a little, at that question. I didn’t know what to tell her… Thankfully… or, maybe not… she turned back to the computer and moved to a much less violent picture.
“I like this one…” she whispered. When I looked at the image, myself… I smiled, a little. The two people in the picture were holding hands as they made sweet, blissful love and both were smiling and blushing… It was a beautifully drawn picture of two lovers who truly enjoyed their time, together.
“That’s one of my favorites, too…” I let slip. Oddly… the Girl Scout smiled up at me.
“Can I see more, please?” she asked in the sweetest, most polite voice I’d ever heard. Every part of my brain was telling me not to… but, as I saw her excited, innocent face… watched her smile and heard her tail swaying… all I could do was tell her…
“Okay…”
We sat down on my couch, together, my wireless mouse in one hand and the Girl Scout in my lap as we browsed the picture site together. She seemed perfectly content to cuddle up with me, happy as a clam, as I poked through the images I’d saved, over the years. When I got to one, in particular, however…
“What’s that lady doing?”
I looked over and noticed… it was a solo piece of a girl cupping her breast and manipulating herself. She was blushing and seemed to be caught in mid-pant…
“She’s, uh…” I thought about making up a word… but, eventually, I just said what it was.
“‘Mass-ter-bay-ting?’” the girl asked, giving me a curious look. “What’s that?”
“W-well, it’s when you, uh…” I immediately regretted my decision. I was absolutely unprepared to explain the concept to that girl who looked to be no older than nine.
“Her fingers are in her pee-hole…” she bluntly stated. “But, why?”
“Well… um… if you put… if you… if…”
I couldn’t bring myself to suggest that, to her… She was far too young!
“Does it feel good?”
I twitched and my face went bright red from the question…
“Y… y… yes…” was what I eventually said. That seemed to satisfy her curiosity.
“I wanna try…”
Or… so I thought.
My body went absolutely rigid as she girl pulled her shirt loose from her skirt and tugged on her waistband… She was about to slide a hand downward… but, I stopped her.
“Wuh…? Mister?” She looked at me, her ears folded back and an upset look on her face. “Why’d you stop me?”
“Be… be…” I stammered.
“Did I do something bad…?” Her face turned guilty and her eyes moistened with tears… “I didn’t mean to… I didn’t know!”
“N… no!” I suddenly cried out. “You didn’t do anything bad, sweetie… It’s just that…”
Oh, how could I ever explain the situation to her… Suddenly, I thought of a way out of the situation. It was a long shot, but…
“I-it’s not something… you do… with others in the room?” I explained.
“Why not?” Before I could even try and explain, she added, “The people in this picture are in the same room…”
I gave a startled blink… Somehow, I’d failed to notice that one of us had clicked on a different picture. In that one, a man was sitting on a couch with his junk out, giving it a stroke… while a woman sat across from him, her fingers busy on her own body. They really looked like they were enjoying teasing each other, too…
“A…! Ah. Ah…”
I didn’t know what to say. I… guess she had a point? But, then again, she was still just a little girl… not a full-grown woman.
“I wanna try!” she exclaimed in a raised voice, tugging her arm away from my hand. She tugged at her skirt’s waistband again… then, she paused. I’d glanced at her… only to notice the dirty look she was giving me.
“No peeking!” she warned. I briefly wondered why… considering she’d shrugged it off when I’d accidentally gotten a peek earlier…
“No… peeking!!” she shouted, again. For some reason… I decided I’d better listen to her.
My ears perked as I closed my eyes… I could hear the fabric of her khaki skirt shuffle and felt her squirm in my lap. My heart raced and my mouth became dry as the room went silent… A moment later, I tensed all over again.
“No peeking, now…” I heard a voice whisper.
I really didn’t plan to… but, from the adorable panting she was doing and the way she was squirming in my lap… not to mention, that ever-swaying tail brushing over my pajama bottom legs… I started to get a little curious…
Don’t you do it…! I warned myself. But, I wasn’t listening… Slowly… I peeked open one eye… before I felt my face burst into a heavy blush, from what I saw.
The little Girl Scout was still sitting in my lap, squirming and panting with her eyes closed and ears folded. I could see her hand under the stretchy waist of her skirt… and, from the bump in her own lap, it was easy to tell what she was doing and where.
“I-it’s… warm” she whimpered, seemingly unaware that I was watching. I couldn’t help it, though… I’d never seen anything quite like it. That little girl in my apartment… the sweet and innocent Girl Scout… was becoming aware of her own sexuality. Right there. In my lap.
I felt so confused… Every part of the situation was wrong… Wrong, wrong, wrong… I should have shut the laptop off… should have kept her away! I shouldn’t have let her convince me to show her more… and, I certainly shouldn’t have let things escalate as far as they had. But, as I sat there, hearing her pants and taking in her innocent whimpers of delight… I realized something. Something… I kind of wished I hadn’t.
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