Elinor Fucks a Guy

So you've probably seen Elinor around. Yeah, the curious one. The little white bunny girl with black hair and a cute smile. There's no way she hasn't met you, if you live around here. She makes it a point to know everything there is to know about our little town, and everyone in it.

Anyway, I'm her babysitter.

Some folks say they feel sorry for me when I say that. Well, sure, Elinor is way too smart and curious for her own good, but she means well and honestly she's a nice cub and great to talk to. Anything new you talk to her about becomes her new favorite subject and she'll chat with your for hours about just about anything.

Personally, I consider myself lucky to be able to babysit such an adorable little bun.

Unfortunately she's smart enough to see to herself, so no shared baths or helping her get dressed. About the best I've managed is catching some glances of her wrapped in a towel after her nightly bath, or finishing up putting on her jammies as she comes out of her room.

What? Oh, sorry, did I not make that clear?

Elinor is the fucking cutest cub in the whole town and I've wanted to fuck her since the first day her parents brought me in as her babysitter.

So anyway, one day it was getting kind of late and I had to take a piss so I told her I was headed to the bathroom when all of the sudden she goes:

"Can I watch?"

The fuck? She must have seen the pure confusion on my face.

"I want to see what's different about how boys and girls use the bathroom," she explained. Completely innocent, completely curious, just like always.

Yes. Fuck yes. Absolutely.

"Only if I get to watch you too," I said, seriously. "To compare, you know."

"Of course," she said, nodding.

I had to go first, obviously. If I tried to go after her I'd have such a raging hard-on I wouldn't have been able to push anything out. She watched me piss into the bowl, scratching her chin with the eraser of a pencil and taking notes in a notebook. I hope she doesn't show any of these notes to her parents.

"That's so interesting!" she said. That's one of her catchphrases, if you haven't heard it before. "You can stand further back, which is nice, but it seems like if you don't point it in just the right direction it'll make a mess."

As promised, once I was done she slid down her red, fuzzy pajama bottoms and the soft white panties underneath and hopped onto the toilet. I don't know why I was hoping for some kind of slow striptease from the cub. There was nothing particularly special about this, to her.

But to me this was sort of like the holy grail. Seeing a sight that not even her parents saw anymore, something no one else in the world was privy to. Hearing her sweet little sigh of breath as she relaxed and a little dribble of pee squirted out of the pink lips almost hidden in the white fur between her legs. There was only one or two quick jets before it dribbled to a stop, she must not have needed to go very bad. Damn.

"The question now," she said, as she grabbed some toilet paper and quickly wiped her wet lips, "is how come girls are like this and boys are like this."

She demonstrated her image of the two genders by making a hole with the fingers of one paw and sticking out one finger of the other paw - a simple penis and vagina.

I was loving where this conversation was going. I was getting rock hard. In that moment, I was determined to end this night inside this cute little bun.

"It's so boys and girls can do this," I said, taking her two paws and putting them together so the finger of one paw was poking into the hole of the other.

"What?" she asked, completely stunned. "Why?"

So I explained. I gave her the cliff notes version - making babies by orgasming and squirting white cum inside a girl and by the way it feels super good so people want to do it a lot. And then I asked the question, the one that was making my dick throb:

"Do you want to try it out? Like, as an experiment?"

"Sure! Will you teach me?" she was practically bouncing up and down. God she loved learning new things so much. And, thanks to that, I was gonna fuck this little bun.

Digging around in her parents' room scored us a vibrator and some lube. I tossed a towel on her bed and had her lay down. Since I knew having her undress herself would lead to another impatient shucking of her pants, I asked for permission to do it. She didn't seem to mind, so I hooked my fingers under the hem of her pajamas and pulled them down slowly.

She normally wore skirts, so it wasn't like her white-furred legs and thighs were that rare to see. I had even seen her panties, quite a lot actually. She wasn't too concerned with making sure she didn't flash them when she was playing in her skirt. But seeing her in her panties with her pants down around her ankles was something else. But I didn't have time to admire it too long. I had a lot to do before her parents got home that night.

So I started stroking her mound between her legs through the soft fabric of her underwear. No effect. She giggled a little I guess but there certainly wasn't anything sexual about it, at least for her. I don't think she had any particular romantic feelings toward me, so I don't think kissing or foreplay would get us anywhere. Good thing I had that vibrator.

I slid off her panties, taking both them and her pants all the way off so she could spread her legs. Then I had her reach down and pull apart her lower lips so I could find her tiny, tiny little bean of a clitoris, hiding in its little hood above her hole. I tickled this with my fingers, licked it with the tip of my tongue, then applied the vibrator.

That got her going. Though she was still giving her little tinkling laugh at first, it was soon replaced with slightly confused moans. These were feelings she had never felt before, things she didn't know her body was capable of feeling. I slid one paw under her pajama top and tweaked the nipples on her flat chest. She arched her little butt up to press her mound into my touch and the buzzing of the vibrator. She started breathing hard, sweet breaths coming in and out in a rhythm no one had ever heard from her.

She squeezed her eyes shut.

"Just relax, enjoy the feeling," I said, my voice husky with desire. I was impatient. I wanted her to cum. Then it would be my turn.

I turned up the vibrator, using my fingers to rub her clit against it. Her moaning became sharp, and she started trying to twist away a little instead of pressing into it. But I could see tremors starting to build in her legs, and her breath started to catch as waves of building pressure and pleasure washed through her little frame.

"I feel like I'm gonna pee," she whined, her voice sweet and tired with pleasure.

"But you just went," I said, voice teasing. "This is something else. Just let it come. Let it come."

I looked for the angles and touches that made her twitch in surprise and focused the vibrator anywhere that got a reaction. She was building, the twitches and clenches of her legs coming faster and faster until suddenly it happened.

Her back arched up, pushing her butt high into the air on her legs. I saw the muscles in her ass clench hard, making her cotton tail twitch up and down as the waves of the orgasm went through her. There was a shining trickle of wetness dripping from her tiny lips, sparkling between her pussy and her ass.

"Oh. Oh wow. Oh wow," she said, panting, eyes bright with this new, wonderful discovery.

"Right? Now it's my turn," I said, already applying the lube to her.

She looked up at me with shining expectation, probably thinking the next step would be as enjoyable as the first.

Which was good. She wasn't clenching or hesitant when my erection pushed into her, tearing right through her little hymen and driving as deep as it would go into her soft, hot, squeezing pussy.

"OW!" she squirmed, but I held her down.

She didn't scream, which was good. Cub was resilient as hell. I had seen her get stung by a bunch of different bugs, burn herself, and a dozen other things through all her experiments. So she wasn't a stranger to pain.

Still, this was obviously a lot for her. She pushed weakly against me, face screwed up in pain.

"Hey, it hurts really bad, something's wrong," she said, as tears started to leak from her pinched-shut eyes.

"No," I grunted. "This is normal. This is how it's supposed to be. Can't stop the experiment now."

Pinning her down, I started thrusting deep into her. Each time I plunged in and slid myself out I could smell the coppery scent of blood over the chemical smells of the lube. With the lube and the blood and her own juices from her orgasm it was easier than I could have dreamed jamming myself in all the way to her little womb. It was everything I had dreamed of and then some. Her quiet sobs and gasps for breath and weak protests provided the best possible music for my deep fuck of the little white bunny.

Gritting my teeth, I upped my tempo.

"I'm gonna cum, Elinor. I'm gonna cum inside you," I grunted between my teeth.

"Wait! No! Making babies isn't part of the experiment!" she cried weakly, again trying to push me away.

Her resistance just made it all the sweeter, and pushed me right over the edge. Seizing her paws, I pulled her close so I could bury myself as deep as I would go inside of her, my dick spasming and spewing cum into her as she gave a weak squeak of surprise and started crying even harder, really sobbing now.

It made me wince, pulling my now-sensitive cock out of the squeezing warmth of her pussy. My shaft was streaked with blood, and the cum that leaked out after I pulled out was stained pink.

Elinor turned away from me, onto her side, curling up into the fetal position and hugging herself.

That was good, I was meaning to change positions anyway.

What? If I'm gonna do this I might as well get as much out of it as I can.

Lifting her leg, I spread her lips wide and pushed myself in again. She let out a wordless cry, and tried to stay curled up even as I started to pound her again. It drove me crazy the way she grunted out breaths and sobs whenever my cock slammed home inside her tight pussy.

I went as hard as I dared, hard enough that I could hear my body slapping against hers with each thrust. Hard enough that her crying got even harder between each of her gasps which were timed to my pounding.

I came again, grabbing her hips and pressing myself inside. I felt drained, like all the warmth in my body had been pumped into her womb and pussy. When I pulled out this time an absolute river of cum followed my cock, dripping down her leg, making a pink-white path through the blood smeared on her thighs.

Somehow I managed to get her cleaned up and put her to bed. Needless to say we didn't talk anymore that night, and she didn't meet my eyes again. I missed her smile and chatter, but my dick already missed being inside her more.

- - -

Somehow, neither the cops nor Elinor's parents showed up at my place the next day, or the day after that. I couldn't fucking believe it. Not only had I fucked the cutest little bun in the town (twice) and came inside of her without a condom or anything, but apparently I had gotten away with it.

Imagine my surprise when Elinor's folks called me up to come babysit again that next weekend. I was over the moon. I was already thinking up new positions to teach her when I walked in the door.

Elinor looked the same as always, laying on her bed with a huge book open in front of her, kicking her legs and humming. When I walked in she looked up at me with that same old adorable smile. Holy fuck I was forgiven.

"Hey," I said. "Whatcha reading?"

"Oh, I'm reading about laws," she said.

Something about that rubbed me the wrong way. It set my fur prickling, but I wasn't sure why. One thing about Elinor is she's super honest to a fault. There's not a manipulative bone in her body. But still, something felt wrong. I was about to ask her something else, but she continued on her own.

"Did you know that someone your age having sex with someone my age is super illegal?" she asked.

Shit. Fuck. I started to sweat.

"Uh, hey, but you said you wanted to," I started to protest.

"Uh-uh, it says in here I'm not old enough to give 'nformed consent. That means you raped me." She said it like it was some new fun word she was getting a chance to try out.

"Uh, hey, I'm really sorry I got so rough," I stammered.

"Oh that's okay. It hurt more than bee stings but less than when I burned myself," she said, waving a paw in light dismissal.

"Oh, well, uh I'm also sorry about the whole finishing inside of you thing, with the babies and all," I said, trying to figure out what was going on with her. Something was very wrong.

"Actually," she said, "I'm too young to get pregnant. Not until I start my period. So no problem!"

I was confused.

"So, uh, you're not mad at me?"

"Nope!" she was still wearing that grin. What the fuck was going on.

"Then why," I asked, as I saw red and blue lights blinking outside, "are there cops pulling up outside your house?"

"Because I've always wanted to see a trial!" Elinor said, clapping her paws together in delight.

THE END