An Overly Familiar Familiar “Shouldn’t you be doing your homework young lady?” A deep voice inquired from the kitchen towards a young vixen playing games on her tablet. “Geez, do I have two dads now?” Replied Maren, the young fox rolling her eyes and swiping the game closed. “And what’s with your ridiculous voice?” The owner of that voice came back into the living room from the kitchen. All four feet of fluffy, flowery, verdant weasel. The strange faerie monster hopping about on green paws, leaving a sprinkling of sparkly dust in his wake. His wings flutter with a mischievous curl of his fern like feelers. “Someone’s got to keep their master in line and doing their homework. I want to see you do your best in every class, mostly so we can show that snotty Seraphine who’s boss.” Her weasel familiar grinning toothily. “Yeah! I’m sure we’ll get an A on the test.” Maren nodded and ruffled her familiar’s feelers and ears. The little guy was apparently very potent, but also, quite a wild little beastie. She had her hands very full trying to keep him in line and get through 2nd grade. “That’s right! I’m sure you’ll be the best at, um,” the Faerett looked over the book laid out on the table beside the tablet, “uh, sex education?” the weasel wriggled his antenna curiously. “Yeah, I guess you boys all got those dangly bits between your legs. For a while I thought it was just a faerie thing.” she giggled as she pet her partner. She had been living with him as far back as the little witch could remember. “Silly girl, all boys got 'em, but they come in lots of funny shapes and sizes too.” The weasel-like faerie certainly was never modest about the big orbs between his thighs too. The big feral hopping about as he wants to do when excited. And had a bad habit of hovering them right at eye level. “Hey, your thing is showing. Are you getting excited about sex?” she asked as the little girl peeked at her faerie friend’s ‘special wand’. She had kind of known about boys and their parts, she’s been living with Ptera for all her life. Her familiarity was more like a brother than anything. But it was only recently she had started getting funny thoughts about boys and girls and where babies came from. “Well, er, it feels kind of funny now that we’re talking about it, but it’s not like a dumb little animal like me could keep it in all the time.” Ptera winked to Maren and made his thing wiggle around with a wag of his hips. “Aww, I think it’s kind of cute now, but it does make our bath times a wee bit more awkward.” Maren certainly started feeling a little more self conscious about her own body. Especially thinking about other boys or girls getting excited by it. “Oh, no more bath time with you? That would be such a shame, I guess I won’t take any more baths then like you said.” the noodly monster nodded sagely. Maren couldn’t help but snicker and ruffle the antenna on her silly friend. Petting the big fluffy ferns and watching them coil from her touch, “hmmph, don’t think you’d get off that easily Mr Smelly Butt.” “Oh, long as I get off at least.” The wink of a verdant eye from the weasel made the young vixen blush. She had a vague idea that was something with what she was reading, and her ears felt hot suddenly, even if she didn’t fully get it “Guess what, it’s just gonna get even more embarrassing, wait another 6 years and you’re a teenager. Oh the changes you will see.” The weasel sighed wistfully. “Growing in breasts like mommy’s?” She was reading about how she’d go from looking like a kid to being an adult in the upcoming years. “Oh yes, I do hope you’ll be as stacked as mommy is.” This earned the lewd familiar of hers a little bop with her small paw. “Hmmph, I kinda hope these stay nice and small.” Maren touched her flat little vixen chest curiously through her shirt. Big breasts seemed like they’d be trouble at times. Even if they did look good. “You’ll just have to wait and see. Don’t you worry, I bet you’ll be very pretty. And you know you’re cute just as you are right now,” Ptera gave a more honest smile to his partner and master. “Hmmph, so do faeries go through puberty too?'' She looked over at her friend a little closer. The big faerie was easily as big as she was. Big flappy moth wings tended to leave a wake of sparkly dust. And he loved to show himself off in lewd ways, made even easier by his floating nature. “Hee, we’re a little more ageless than you, but yes, they are functional.” There was a wiggle of eyebrow whiskers and a toothy grin in this answer, as his haunches wiggled and jostled his heavy orbs. “What are… oh! Well, er, yeah, I guess that…. Huh…” Maren rubbed her chin curiously “Weren’t you summoned into being? So are you like, super old, or super young?” “Yeah, kind of super old, but you know you wouldn’t go somewhere without your favorite toy would you?” His tip poked out of his sheath as they talked about sex together. Giving it a few humps at the air to emphasize his favorite part of being a weasel. “.... “ Sigh. Such a boy's answer, Maren thought as she wrinkled her lips. Thinking of funny pissy weasel parts in her. It made her tummy flutter weirdly too, “Aren’t you just an animal though, I shouldn’t really be touching dogs and cats like this, let alone weasels.” “You're just an animal too. Birds do, bees do it, even fluttering little weas do it.” the faerie’s antennae bounced cheerfully, before making another humping at the air, unsheathing further in back and forth wriggles. “Now I can’t unsee your little ‘magic wand’ for what it really is.” Maren giggled! It was funny to think of other boys, and wonder what their little wands looked like. “I would never make you touch it or anything. You’re still my best friend, even if things get so weird sometimes.” The ferret gave the young girl a nuzzling. “Yeah, that would certainly have made this conversation so much worse. So er, I guess I got to read up more on this whole, uh, sex thing.” Maren said as she rubbed under her friend’s chin. “Yeah, but reading is for nerds. Good girls get the hands on experience.” Ptera’s feelers bounced comically, making Maren giggle. “Oh, haha, you don’t really want me to touch you right, you’re like a big brother to me” Maren said as she kissed the friendly weasel on the nose. “Yeah, I'm a horny brother who wants to touch his little sister!” Ptera chimed in as Maren wondered just what it was he was reading while she was at school. “Hmph! How is it you were summoned by my in Kindergarten but I’m the little sister?” Maren gave the impetuous weasel a ruffling on his head. Looking him over more and thinking about the pictures in the book. Of animals having sex and how people perform sex. His warm, herbal, peppery scent made her head swim a little at those odd thoughts. A slick heat tickled her lap. “And here you are, lusting after little girls even, is that what all big brothers do?” Maren ruffled the fuzzy weasel’s cheeks. “Nope! Only bad naughty brothers who live with the cutest witches do!” He gave a whiskery nuzzling to the little vixen. Tickling her hips with his paws and grinning. A little wiggling of his haunches, as his once suave boldness turned to nervousness. “Best witch huh, trying to butter me up after getting all pervy now.” Maren giggles as her paws ruffle and tickle her familiar’s ears. She had only had for a couple years and they’d already become best of friends. As a good familiar should. Even if hers was quite the troublemaker and flirt. And there was nothing more the flowery ferret loved to do than to flirt with poor little Maren. Who only now started to realize what it was that she was being teased with. And some very blushy thoughts about that big weasel and what he can do as a boy for a sweet little girl’s curiosity. “I can smell that it’s working, and besides, who wouldn’t wanna touch a boy as cute as me.” Ptera gave a lick and kiss, slow, sultry, but loving. Pressing himself close for a long moment as lips pressed together. It took a moment for Maren to gather her thoughts again, giggling and smooching Ptera’s forehead, “Yes, you probably do that in front of the mirror.” she couldn’t help but huff and peek down at the weasel’s big balls. The little brat was right, she wanted to touch him out of curiosity. And it made funny little butterflies dance in her lap. “Well, I better get an A on the test after this studying then, or I’m blaming you.” Maren got onto her knees and put a hand on her partner’s back. She peered down at the sheath in front of her. The red flesh poked out, all slimy and strange smelling. The length of it suddenly got much longer as it stiffened out in twitches. Exposing himself fully in arousal. Maren nosed in closer as her little hand reached up to rub the tip of Ptera’s erection. It was warm, slick, leaking something slippery as her finger circled the small slit at the end of his penis. The weaselly monster immediately fluttered and pushed that slick flesh against her fingers, making her giggle at the sight of it jumping in her grasp. Thrusts and bouncing causing Ptera’s balls to wiggle and swing with his pudgy sheath. “Wow, these jiggle so much, not going to be able to look away the next time I walk you.” the young vixen giggled while touching those orbs curiously. Enjoying the fuzzy weight of their pouch on her hands and the cute little moans her familiar made. Rolling them on her fingertips and delighted by their warmth and soft fur. “Y, yeah, it feels really good to get touched there.” Ptera arched and squirmed, lifting his hips so his arousal was more blatantly shown off. Smiling down to the small vixen whose young fingers were fondling him. “I bet you touch yourself all the time too, all those strange shuffling sounds I hear at night. You better not be thinking of me while doing it,” Maren blushed at the realization too as she leaned closer to sniff at the faerret’s sheath and bobbing, leaking penis. “Wanna give it a kiss?” Ptera asked as the vixen wrinkled her nose. “Why would I kiss where you pee from?” She asked back as she smelled the odd musky scents on the boy’s lap. “It’s what adults do all the time, some even kiss between girl legs too.” Ptera added as he gave the air a few inviting thrusts while he explained these facts to his master. “Why do I have the feeling you’ll be demonstrating this later with me,.” Maren touched his slick flesh and rubbed it back and forth, thinking about how it goes into her between her legs to make more kids. “It’s funny how simple it looks too, but I wanna see how it squirts first. No surprises now.” The fluttery faerret rolled onto his back. Cock bouncing as he wriggled his big hindpaws “well come and get it then.” the weasel flushed and squirmy, and smelling even stronger of the sweet peppery floral scents that made the young girl’s brain feel so nice and wiggly. She took a big breath of that strong herbal smell, along with the more musky hints on his length when she kissed the boy’s erection. Fingers slid back and forth the way her book showed her how to masturbate a boy. Watching those balls juggle as the big feral humped into her touches. Big legs flexing and wriggling. “I feel kinda floaty, is that what happens when you kiss boys?” she giggled, feeling a flutter in her lap and her tummy. Heart pounding as she watched that length ooze slick sweetness onto her fingertips. A nervous giggle from the weaselly monster beneath her, “eh heh, about that, I uh, may be slightly intoxicating when aroused, sorry.” The girl blinked, confused at that phrase, “Like a poison toxic?” “More like making you feel funny intoxicated. It’s something adults like to do, I’ll explain when you’re older” Maren blinked at her ferret’s description of being intoxicated. Adults apparently do lots of weird things together. It was exciting. She was an adult! Maren’s face pushed against Ptera’s poking tip. Leaking slippery clear fluid all over her long muzzle as she licked the pointed tip slowly. Giving it slow kisses and hearing the faerret moan and wriggle. She must be doing what he wanted well as she rubbed quickly. It was tiring, how did boys do this all the time. She must need to practice like they do, Ptera at least would appreciate her hard work. His length jerked and flexed, and she could see those big orbs snuggling up to his lap. The sounds of the Ptera’s moans and gasps made her giggle. He was gonna squirt! Her hands rubbed firmly even as her arms ached. Pulling her head back onto the weasel’s chest to watch his length throb in her tugging grasp. SPURT! A big glob of white sticky cum gets all over her hair. Nearly in her eye as she nearly jumped! Not expecting such a dramatic splatter or the range on that gush of semen. Again and again that length jerked, each one a ribbon of cum that splattered over her face and chest. Goodness! No wonder boys liked to do this. “Ah, ah! yeah, phew… I should reward such a good girl with some licks herself. Have you rubbed yourself yet?” Ptera asked with pleased squirms of his feet. Maren blinked a little and giggled “I don’t think so.“ She had touched herself a few times, but just in that inquisitive exploring manner rather than knowing how to get off. She was curious now, she felt very damp and excited. Her head swimming with fun thoughts and pictures from the book. And that funny intoxicated feeling from her familiar. She peeked down and lifted her skirt. Giggling as ticklish weasel paws gripped the hem of her panties and pulled them down her young thighs. Her big fat vixen petals on display as he took a big sniff at her dampened underwear. “Do I make you all dizzy like your scent does to me?” She rubbed the frond like feelers of the weasel, watching them curl and twitch and leak sweet pollen dust on her fingers. She was glad she wasn’t allergic to that, it would be a nightmare to have a fluffy flower monster following you everywhere. “You certainly get me thinking of humping cute girls.” The lewd weasel saying with muffled sounds. Already starting to lick a the dark flesh between Maren’s thighs. Exploring the outer edges with each daring lick. A squeak and giggle as the girl squirmed her hips. She gasped out, “ah, it’s tickly!” Her knees quivering as she tugged at her ferret’s ears. Feeling strange new sensations in her body. “Mmmm, you better take a seat then, relax and let the feelings flow,” The weasel hummed as he licked in slower touches. rough tongue dancing about the vixen’s young petals. Kissing and making out with her cunny to the delighted sounds of the young girl’s pleasure. Her feet rubbed over the fluttery moth wings on Ptera’s back as maren arched her back, “Ah, wow, that’s such a weird but nice feeling. It's kind of tense and cramping, but in a nice way. I’m not gonna pee on you am I?” “Oh, don’t worry about that, your body knows what it’s doing,” Ptera continued to steadily attend to her intimate folds. Her feet shuddered as she felt heated pleasure welling up. Rubbing his cheeks with her thighs in more desperate urges. “Ah, I’m, I’m feeling very funny now.” the girl closed her eyes as strange pleasures built and shaked inside her. Wiggling her feet on the carpet as she gripped the floor with her hands. That pressure suddenly quivered in her lap. Feeling a spasm of her cunny as she arched her back. Gasping out a moan of pleasure. “Ah, wha wha wha?” She yelped out with each quiver of her body under the Faerret’s steady licks. The weaselly familiar moaned happily at the taste of the girl’s pleasure. She could feel every thick lick of that tongue digging into her folds. Maren shook in pleasure as her pet greedily devoured her messy pleasure. “W, wow, is that what you feel when you squirt? No wonders boys are always touching themselves.” she giggled as she caught her breath. Awash in the warm fuzziness of afterglow. “Yeah, it feels great. Girls touch themselves a lot too.” the weasel winked as he peeked up at Maren “feel free to touch yourself in front of me, I won’t mind.” “Hmmmph, I knew you’d say that. And I bet I even know what you’ll say next.” Maren said as she stuck her tongue at her lewd familiar. “Oh, what’s that, great witch of oracles?” Ptera replied, wiggling his hips to show off the lipstick of arousal peeking once more. “You’re gonna ask if you can stick your thingy in me.” Maren giggled at the silly weasel’s wiggly dance on the living room floor. “Heh, am I that easy to read?” Ptera asked. “Naw, you just got this poking up again all the way,” Maren reached over with a foot to fondle the weasel’s long, slender penis. Stroking it with her little toes as she giggled at the slickness from earlier semen and licks. “I’d say you can’t judge a book by its cover, but that is exactly what I want to do,” the weasel pushed himself into those feet. Snuggling himself further up her belly to kiss flat vixen breasts. The girl shivering at the intimate attention and touches. The feel of that length eager to be pushed into her. Her hands rubbed along Ptera’s ears as she watched that eager stiffness nestle closer and closer to her thick petals. Taking a big breath as she felt that warm arousal once more in her lap. Hot, slippery, fluttery tickles encourage her to spread her legs inviting for her weasel friend, right on the living room couch. “There might be a faint pressure, just relax,” the weasel’s paws pressed on her shoulders. A blushy feeling of nervous lusts as she breathed quickly, nearly kissing the ferret as he got himself atop her body. Then that stiff heat pushed in. A faint twinge of a pinch felt. But the big weasel was distracting her by pulling on her shoulders to hump away. His weighty balls bumping her thighs as he grunted atop her. What a heavy monster. That long sleek pressure pushing deep again and again. Holding her darling partner tightly as she groaned, “Mmmph, you're such a corrupting influence for being my guardian beast.” she giggled as the weasel fluttered proudly atop her. “Ah, just, gotta ensure you’re well educated!” he grunted between words. Hips bumped her lap as Maren enjoyed the lewd moment with her familiar. Such a naughty yet enjoyable moment to have, no wonder older boys and girls liked to touch themselves. Every push of that long slim length nudged her in strange and unfamiliar ways. Making her wriggle and squeak, gasping out with a jolt as he bottomed out deep within. “ah, to, too far!” She gasped at the sudden tense pressure. There was an impish giggling from the boy as he nipped at her ears. “Ah, I’ll be gentle this time, really.” he murmured as he scooted his paws back half a step. Still giving those quick urgent thrusts and making funny little growls atop her. Delighted to watch him lean in so theory could kiss, slow and awkward like their first time humping. Maren giggled at how noisy this was. the shuffle of feet and the gentle slaps of her Ptera atop her. It felt so naughty and yet so cutely right. After all, most people did it. even her parents. Though usually not with your summons. The thought of her parents getting frisky together made her lap do a funny twinge. “Ah, I'm feeling all tight again!” a blush in her ears as the rough grip of weasel paws and the steady push in her made her think of her dad’s strong body atop her. “Oh! someone thought of something naughty!” the faerret’s smug giggling atop her as his motions picked up. “ah! the birds and the bees, and horny fluttermoth weasels bring out the strangest thoughts don’t they?” Her own response was mostly a whimper of a sound. Suddenly the sudden shuddery sensation became too much once more. This time she squeezed down on that long stiff penis buried in her little vixen folds. Climaxing around a boy for the first time. Her body rigid with shuddering pleasures. Lost in the pleasure of a romp with her familiar. She could feel the prickling bite of weasel jaws teasing her shoulder and neck. Tickling her skin with sharp pinches. She clutched tightly around the big monster and hugged him tightly. Her feet push with his as she grunts. She could feel her partner was about to join her in orgasm. A muffled grunting affirmed this. As the big ferret shuddered atop her. Hot gooey heat poured into her as he filled the young girl for her first time. Nng! She wriggled as pleasure washed through her. At least she knew what that sticky spunk was getting up into her intimate petals was. "Ah. It feels all slimy! I'm gonna be leaking everywhere!" She made a playful pout even as she felt her heart racing. It was a gross but really fun feeling. Though she thought about why boys stuck their thingies into girls and had a start. "Am, am I gonna be a mom now?" As she thought about that book. Maybe it wasn't the best idea to have her horny little familiar get so intimate. "Oh hush. You're far too young for that. Gimme another 6 years and I can give it the ol’ middle school try then!” the fae's smugness about all this felt almost tricked. Maren sighed. It was going to be a long summer, wasn’t it. But she wouldn’t ever be bored any more.