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It might not be to everybody's taste though as TISM is naturally a little depressing of a concept to begin with, and I did use this in places to vent some things. Still, cute rabbit incest is hard to pass up~\n\nArt by [iconname]SoulCentinel[/iconname]\n\n[url=https://www.subscribestar.com/hivesoul]If you want to support us and get some perks, check out our SubscribeStar![/url]", "description_bbcode_parsed": "First chapter with these two, I am going to be posting them pretty close to each other I think.
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If you want to support us and get some perks, check out our SubscribeStar!", "writing": "It all goes wrong when you wake up. The comfortable life you were living in your dreams slowly fading already as your eyes crack open and your hands run along the heavy blankets that cradle you peacefully. Tully let out a yawn. He hated mornings. He hated waking up in the mornings. It was all slow and painful and never quite as fun as his dreams were. He turned his head towards the clock sitting to the left of the bed. 6:53am. A little later than he normally wakes up but at least that meant he got a nice 7 hours last night. \n\nThrowing off the blankets Tully groaned, rolled over, and then over again until he fell out of bed. Sitting up he lay his head back onto the warmth of the covers and let out a long, loud, sigh. The march to the bathroom felt like wading through a waist high swamp made of ice and glass. Every step a regret that he had no choice but to endure, every step making him want to go back and crawl into the haven that was his blankets. \n\nReaching the bathroom he threw open the door and went straight to the shower. Turning it on he threw his head into the cold blast of water until any desire for sleep was thrown straight out of the window. Shaking the water from his head he turned the heat up before going to the sink for a second to get his toothbrush. Dropping the underwear that he always slept in to the floor he stepped into the shower and stood enjoying the hot rain falling down his cream colored fur. For a good five minutes he did nothing but stand with his toothbrush in one hand and his dick in the other. His routine was so practised at this point that he easily kept a different rhythm with each hand without getting mixed up, although by reflex his brushing did get a little faster as time went on to match the other hand. Once that was done he gave his body a once over with the shampoo and rinsed. Good enough. Cleaner than some even. \n\nShower turned off, toothbrush returned to the spot it belonged, Tully wrapped a towel around his naked body and left the bathroom. Just as he did so his sister Stacy came out of her room. Her eyes were wide and bright, full of light and energy. Her hair bounced with every step, much like her breasts did. She wore a smile, simple and vacuous, and a thin nightie that just barely hid her young body. \n\n“Hia!” \n\nShe cheered, high pitched, full of life, it was so grating to hear so early.\n\n“Hm.” \n\nTully replied.\n\nAs they passed in the hall Tully turned his head to look back towards her. That soft cotton tail always got caught on her nightie and lifted it just slightly to show her panties, if she decided to wear any before going to bed. Unfortunately, she did this time around. Looking forward Tully headed into his room to get dressed.\n\nStacy was a nice sister. A nice girl. Cute, simple, energetic, just a blinding hot beam of sunshine that never seemed to worry about a single thing in the word. Despite being 3 years older than Tully she was about 6 years dumber, and that only seemed to make her more popular at school. Everybody loves the dumb ditzy blonde with perky tits and a smile that never quits. How she only had a score of 243 though was beyond Tully’s understanding. Surely a girl this dumb, friendly, cute and easy would have a line of guys waiting a turn every lunch break but then again maybe the fact that she is so easy scares many off. Like when you are pretty sure a situation is so perfect that it has to be a trap or trick. \n\nNow dry and dressed in clean clothes he stretched out wide before shaking his head. His clothes were the same thing he wore every day, a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. It was light, comfortable, and he never felt the cold so it worked all year round for the most part. Leaving his room he headed a short way down the hall before stopping at the bathroom door. Putting one of his long ears to it he listened closely to the sound of water falling. Quietly he put his hand on the handle and pushed but unlike himself Stacy had remembered to lock the door. Pulling himself away he headed downstairs in search of food. \n\nBreakfast was cereal. Little carrot loops made out of sugar and vitamins. Everything you need to wake up in the morning and stay just borderline healthy, better than the cereal that is just made out of sugar but not quite as good as the cereal that is made out of real plants. Tully liked that, the middle ground, that easy spot where you don’t have to compromise too much in any one direction. \n\nTaking the cereal, milk, bowls and spoons in the living room he placed it all down on the coffee table before preparing a bowl for himself. His drink of choice was his favorite, plain water. Cold, healthy and cheap, it was his favorite for all the practical reasons. Even so he did make sure to bring in some carrot juice for Stacy, and a pot of sugar because she sure loved to make everything she ate just a little too sweet.\n\nTurning on the TV to the cartoon channel he sat himself down on the plush sofa and let out a small yawn. The bus would be coming at 8:10. That gave him almost 50 minutes to eat and clean up. Same as every day. \n\nA good 15 minutes later and Stacy finally came downstairs. She was beautiful. Scrubbed clean and doused in small amounts of different perfumes. Tully sniffed around as she came and sat on the sofa next to him. There were hints of wildflowers, a little bit of bubblegum and just this faint touch of wood. It made him think of camping. Of sleeping under the stars, of waking up and watching Stacy head to the river naked after a long and sweaty night that had ended in a deep and comfortable sleep. Snapping himself out of his fantasies he adjusted his shorts for modesty and got up to check the mail. \n\nThere were some bills which he put onto the side table. Some random bits of spam which went straight into the recycling bin and a letter from the local university. Curious he took that one with him back into the living room. He opened it and read while Stacy sat munching on sugar covered cereal, a few giggles escaping her due to the kiddy cartoons she loved to watch. \n\nIn the end the letter was nothing too interesting. Throwing it into the bin as well, Tully had just enough time to clean up everything and double check that Stacy had not forgotten any of her homework before they had to leave for the bus. Tully liked to go out of the back and walk through the small wooded area before looping around to the bus stop, while Stacy preferred to go wait at it while watching the sky. Either way, the bus came and they left for school.\n\nStacy ended up sitting at the back of the bus, nestled between several guys that gave her all sorts of good mornings and praises. Tully meanwhile sat on his own nearer the front of the bus. It was close to the door which proved practical and it allowed him to watch out of his favorite window too. There was only one more stop for the bus before it continued on to the highschool. \n\nThe school bus was filled with a wide variety of scores and it always told a bit of a story if you thought about it. See, it was socially acceptable to start experimenting and sleeping around once you enter highschool, as long as you keep it within the school itself. Due to everybody starting on 0 it was easy to see who was good at being social, funny, interesting or just down right lucky. In many ways it felt like a race. Everybody lines up at the starting line and then by the end of highschool you see how far they all got. \n\nLet’s use a few from the bus and do some math to get a feel for how the scores work. The Sophomore named Max sitting at the front of the bus for example. He has a score of 48 which does not sound like a lot but there is a lot to consider. For one, he has had nearly 2 years to grow that score. That is 730 days or more importantly around 104 weeks. Looking at it that way, he is getting laid on average every second week. Add to the fact that he is in a wheelchair and suddenly he is very impressive with a constant and routine sex life that borders on inspirational. Good for him. \n\nLet’s look at another, Stacy. Despite being 17 years old and having 3 years in highschool she has been pushed back a year due to failing grades. That gives her around 1100 days, or 156 weeks. With a score of 243, that adds up to her getting laid twice a week nearly. Girls tend to have a higher score than guys so that does come out as a modest score. The oddity of course is that Stacy is such a shameless and hair brained girl that you would expect far more. \n\nOne last example to show how scores can tell a lot. Around the middle of the bus is a girl, a sweet looking girl with glasses and a modestly long skirt. She sits reading a book, no guys fawning over her, no boyfriend, no real attention from anyone. And yet despite being a Sophomore she has a score of 487. With 730 days in two years, that would mean this girl is having sex around 5 times a week every single week. That is very impressive and by the time she is Stacy’s age will most likely have a score of over a thousand. How does she have such an impressive score? Who knows. But here is the thing. It is impressive due to the fact she has no males fawning over her. Any girl with a single boyfriend could have sex daily and get a higher score, or twice daily for double her score by now.\n\nAll over the bus are scores that tell the same story, that the average young highschooler has sex on a weekly or bi-weekly basis. Those with partners are getting it several times a week. Some skilled few are getting it nearly every day. The one true amazing score in all of this, something that defies explanation and makes you sit in thought of just how it would be possible to do is Tully. As he sits cool and casual with a score of 0 despite being near the end of the Freshmen year. Currently, he is both the only 0 left in school and the only one with a single digit score at that. \n\nThe bus came to a halt, the hydraulics letting out a hiss and the doors sliding out with a creak. Going out into the cold once more he found only grey skies and cool winter winds as if even spring did not want to come to this tired and boring town.\n\nTully headed straight inside and up to the homeroom so that he could take his seat next to the radiator before anyone else. Letting out a pleasant sigh of relief from the warmth he looked around the completely empty room and tapped his fingers. Would still be a little bit of time before the bell rang. Plucking his phone out of his pocket he entered the lengthy password and opened up the photos section. Just as he started to flick through the dozens of photos of upskirts and half dressed teenagers the door creaked and a few others entered. Tully sighed. Interrupted just before he could get to the good parts he put his phone away and lay his head down to rest for a moment. \n\n“Morning.” \n\nLemmy said in passing.\n\n“Hm.” \n\nTully muttered back.\n\nShe was one of the many girls in his class. Score of 276, wears silk panties with a black color that matched her rich, dark, fur. Prefers sour foods, has a secret interest in science, once got 4 points during a single lunch break back when she was new. Normally smells of cheap antiperspirant and sweat. Tully’s personal theory was that she invites one of her teammates to give her a go before practise or the big games, which would be nearly every day. He could not help but rub himself quietly through his shorts just at the smell of her. \n\n“So did you try it?” \n\nA small sound guy said behind Tully.\n\n“Dude I have no idea what jank ass site you got it from but I nearly broke my dick.” \n\nA deeper voice replied.\n\n“Damn, what about Lily?” \n\nThe small guy asked.\n\n“I think she came on the spot, and wet the bed.” \n\nThe deeper voice before snickering. \n\n“Dude, sick.” \n\nA third voice rang out.\n\nTully rolled his eyes at the sound of high fives and turned his head towards the window. Letting out a yawn he closed his eyes to let his imagination pick up a few details of what he had just heard. \n\nThe morning was always the slowest part of the day. For each one of the classes Tully would lay slumped over with his head on the desk slowly noting stuff in one of his many notebooks while barely paying attention to what the teacher was saying. Math was practically nap time. English was a little fun as he could write whatever he wanted but he rarely had any good ideas for short stories. \n\nFinally lunch break came. Tully got a nice hot pot of pasta curls drenched in spicy beans and sat himself down on a rock that overlooked the edge of the school. This spot allowed him to see over the line of trees and overgrown plants that grew thick on the steep easten slope. While there was not much to see other than some buildings, the main road and a pretty decent shot of the horizon he liked coming here because it was quiet. As he ate his long ears picked up the faint noise of laughter. Turning his gaze down across the road and a bit to his right he could just manage to see that the kids at the local elementary school were out playing. Those were the days. Back when it was all simple. \n\nWatching them all play was nice. They knew the same games he did when he was their age and some new ones he had not thought of before. The cold did not seem to bother them at all either. Suddenly his eyes caught a flash of something white and it made his heart skip a beat. Turning his focus to a young white furred girl playing next to the jungle gym he watched closely and sure enough she did another cartwheel. Her angle this time was different and her skirt made it that he could not see what he had missed the first time around. Keeping an eye on her Tully watched as she climbed up the jungle gym and balanced across the bars before sitting down on them and turning herself around. Her skirt slipped due to gravity and Tully found himself staring. She was not wearing underwear? Or was she? The distance was great and white panties would surely blend in enough with white fur that it would be hard to tell.\n\nSnatching up his phone he just managed to get the camera on as she turned herself around and went on her to continue playing. Tully sighed. Now it would be impossible to know, and he had missed his shot at taking a momento too. Even if she was wearing them it would have been a nice shot. \n\nHead full of thoughts Tully got up and headed inside. Throwing the empty pot into the nearest trash can he paid no attention to the various groups of teens clumped in the halls. Some talking, some kissing, some doing work before the next classes started. He was even too focused on his own mind to see the handful of girls that looked his way as he passed. Taking a right into one of the bathrooms he hurried into a stall and locked it tight. Dropping his shorts he sat on the toilet and pulled his phone out of his pocket. One hand already stroking himself he flicked through the photo gallery for something specific. A sneaky shot of a cute little thing, no more than 8, sleeping on the train. Her panties had got caught in the way she had been sitting and were pressed tight against her underaged parts. \n\nTully had always thought about it. Could girls that young perform at all? Not like with a one night stand or anything that vulgar but given enough time and practise could they still do it. Slowly stretching them to accept a finger at first and then a second. Comforting them as they grew to like the feeling of being penetrated. He was pretty sure that they could not get wet at all but that is what lube is for. Ah to get a point like that must be decadent. To live with the knowledge that some young ball of fluff would be walking around with a big red 1 on her belly. Drawing the attention of everybody that walks past as they all wonder who did it, where, how, why. Lost in his thoughts Tully did not even last 10 minutes.\n\nBy the time he had cleaned up and given his hands a proper wash the bell rang and lunch time was over. The last classes of the day were nothing too fun either. Sports was always a drag but at least it gave him a chance to get some air and watch the fuzzy clouds go by. Science was the closest thing to fun that he had found but even that just came to the same routine of barely listening and making a few notes. The day came and went and as the final bell rang out everybody rushed for the buses home. \n\nTully however skipped the bus. He needed time to think and something to break up the endless cycle of repetition he lived. It was a nice evening at least, warmer than the morning. It was hard to say what was on his mind because even he did not know what was dragging him down. It just all felt wrong. The day, being awake, the rabbits around him. All so very tiring. The numbers as well were grating on him. The only ones that still had 0s were those not yet in highschool but hell there were still a few rare ones that had started a little early. He knew that they were only at 0 because they were following the social rules that everybody had placed on them.\n\nEven as he walked home he could not shake off that feeling of everybody around him was going to get laid. The cute florist in the tight dress that always waves to him whenever he walks home, you don’t wear a dress that short and fitting unless you are getting completely creampied on a daily basis for example. Everywhere he looked he saw girls, cute girls, young girls and old. His train of thought was cut off as she spotted a rather giggly girl pull a boy by the hand into the girl’s side of the public bathrooms. His imagination burned and he debated sneaking in as well but no, more than anything he was just tired and not in the mood. \n\nIn the end the walk did not make him feel any better. It made him feel even more lonely in fact. He was living in a sea of romance and sexual desire. An ocean of numbers where even the most mundane of faces could be carrying thousands with silent pride. It felt like he was an island, dry and barren and so very alone in this vast ocean. No matter how many girls he had tried to talk to over the past year, no matter how much he worked out or studied or smiled he was always the odd one out. The one that never got invited to the orgy of other 14 year olds. The one that never got a free ride from the school bike that had slept with every single other guy. Not to mention the parties he had gone to a few times. Those were the worst. A confusing maze of rules and limitations, of slang and body language. Tully still had pride in the fact that he willingly quit going to parties before he could make a complete mess out of it… But it had been close. You never know how desperate, lonely and dangerous you are until you find yourself alone in a dark little room with a passed out, drunk, Freshmen girl that only had a score of 3. \n\nTully shook the thoughts from his head and turned the corner into the small woods that grew next to his home. A short walk down the path and through the gate later and he was finally home. Straight away he took his rucksack off and threw it down in a corner of the kitchen. Stretching his arms out he yawned and entered the living room where he found Stacy napping on the sofa. A normal sight. To try and use that slab of porridge she called a brain all day must be hard on the poor, ditzy girl. And then Tully noticed something.\n\nStacy’s score had gone up by two. That did not happen too often and it had already started to get Tully’s mind working. Who was it? A teacher that was doing a favor so she did not fail her grades again? Naa. Some jock type that wanted the whole lunch break to have her just to himself? Hmm maybe but not quite her style. A threesome? So many possibilities. \n\nStacy lay snoring softly as Tully stood staring. When he finally blinked and snapped out of his fantasies he still found himself staring but now at the rest of her. That lovely chest, the silky soft stomach, those damn wide hips. Reaching down slowly he took hold of her skirt and gently pulled it up until he could see her panties. The front of them were slightly darker, a clear sign he had learned that she had got super wet at some point and they had yet to fully dry out. Glancing upwards for a second he scanned her sweet, sleeping face for any unrest before turning his eyes back down. \n\nLeaning down close to her he breathed in deep with a long, slow, inhale. It was salty, musky, kind of like sweat but with a tinge of something that was hard to name. Almost metallic in a few ways. His hand reached out but just as he could feel the heat of her crotch he stopped and pulled it away. It was too risky to touch her directly. He knew that and reminded himself of that almost every goddamn day. \n\nLetting out his breath Tully composed himself before putting a hand on her shoulder and shaking her gently. Slowly her eyes opened and she sat up straight, her skirt falling down as she did so. \n\n“Go take a shower before dinner.” \n\nTully said.\n\n“Mhm, thanks big brother.” \n\nStacy replied.\n\nTully had always liked her calling him that even if it was not true. Watching her little tail bounce as she pranced off to go scrub her no doubt well used body was also a nice sight. He just wished to all of heaven and hell that he could follow up there and help out. To watch at least would have been glorious. \n\nTully sighed. He had to order dinner, then sort out his homework and help Stacy with whatever projects she might have. Sitting down on the sofa he took a second to enjoy the warmth Stacy had left behind before pulling out his laptop from under the coffee table and booting it up. He had a little bit of time before she came back, enough to take care of the erection she had given him at least. Suddenly his ears perked up as an idea came to him. Pulling himself up from the sofa he went back to the kitchen for a moment to pull a pair of her panties from the laundry basket. At least he had something to help with the cravings.", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "It all goes wrong when you wake up. The comfortable life you were living in your dreams slowly fading already as your eyes crack open and your hands run along the heavy blankets that cradle you peacefully. Tully let out a yawn. He hated mornings. He hated waking up in the mornings. It was all slow and painful and never quite as fun as his dreams were. He turned his head towards the clock sitting to the left of the bed. 6:53am. A little later than he normally wakes up but at least that meant he got a nice 7 hours last night.

Throwing off the blankets Tully groaned, rolled over, and then over again until he fell out of bed. Sitting up he lay his head back onto the warmth of the covers and let out a long, loud, sigh. The march to the bathroom felt like wading through a waist high swamp made of ice and glass. Every step a regret that he had no choice but to endure, every step making him want to go back and crawl into the haven that was his blankets.

Reaching the bathroom he threw open the door and went straight to the shower. Turning it on he threw his head into the cold blast of water until any desire for sleep was thrown straight out of the window. Shaking the water from his head he turned the heat up before going to the sink for a second to get his toothbrush. Dropping the underwear that he always slept in to the floor he stepped into the shower and stood enjoying the hot rain falling down his cream colored fur. For a good five minutes he did nothing but stand with his toothbrush in one hand and his dick in the other. His routine was so practised at this point that he easily kept a different rhythm with each hand without getting mixed up, although by reflex his brushing did get a little faster as time went on to match the other hand. Once that was done he gave his body a once over with the shampoo and rinsed. Good enough. Cleaner than some even.

Shower turned off, toothbrush returned to the spot it belonged, Tully wrapped a towel around his naked body and left the bathroom. Just as he did so his sister Stacy came out of her room. Her eyes were wide and bright, full of light and energy. Her hair bounced with every step, much like her breasts did. She wore a smile, simple and vacuous, and a thin nightie that just barely hid her young body.

“Hia!”

She cheered, high pitched, full of life, it was so grating to hear so early.

“Hm.”

Tully replied.

As they passed in the hall Tully turned his head to look back towards her. That soft cotton tail always got caught on her nightie and lifted it just slightly to show her panties, if she decided to wear any before going to bed. Unfortunately, she did this time around. Looking forward Tully headed into his room to get dressed.

Stacy was a nice sister. A nice girl. Cute, simple, energetic, just a blinding hot beam of sunshine that never seemed to worry about a single thing in the word. Despite being 3 years older than Tully she was about 6 years dumber, and that only seemed to make her more popular at school. Everybody loves the dumb ditzy blonde with perky tits and a smile that never quits. How she only had a score of 243 though was beyond Tully’s understanding. Surely a girl this dumb, friendly, cute and easy would have a line of guys waiting a turn every lunch break but then again maybe the fact that she is so easy scares many off. Like when you are pretty sure a situation is so perfect that it has to be a trap or trick.

Now dry and dressed in clean clothes he stretched out wide before shaking his head. His clothes were the same thing he wore every day, a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. It was light, comfortable, and he never felt the cold so it worked all year round for the most part. Leaving his room he headed a short way down the hall before stopping at the bathroom door. Putting one of his long ears to it he listened closely to the sound of water falling. Quietly he put his hand on the handle and pushed but unlike himself Stacy had remembered to lock the door. Pulling himself away he headed downstairs in search of food.

Breakfast was cereal. Little carrot loops made out of sugar and vitamins. Everything you need to wake up in the morning and stay just borderline healthy, better than the cereal that is just made out of sugar but not quite as good as the cereal that is made out of real plants. Tully liked that, the middle ground, that easy spot where you don’t have to compromise too much in any one direction.

Taking the cereal, milk, bowls and spoons in the living room he placed it all down on the coffee table before preparing a bowl for himself. His drink of choice was his favorite, plain water. Cold, healthy and cheap, it was his favorite for all the practical reasons. Even so he did make sure to bring in some carrot juice for Stacy, and a pot of sugar because she sure loved to make everything she ate just a little too sweet.

Turning on the TV to the cartoon channel he sat himself down on the plush sofa and let out a small yawn. The bus would be coming at 8:10. That gave him almost 50 minutes to eat and clean up. Same as every day.

A good 15 minutes later and Stacy finally came downstairs. She was beautiful. Scrubbed clean and doused in small amounts of different perfumes. Tully sniffed around as she came and sat on the sofa next to him. There were hints of wildflowers, a little bit of bubblegum and just this faint touch of wood. It made him think of camping. Of sleeping under the stars, of waking up and watching Stacy head to the river naked after a long and sweaty night that had ended in a deep and comfortable sleep. Snapping himself out of his fantasies he adjusted his shorts for modesty and got up to check the mail.

There were some bills which he put onto the side table. Some random bits of spam which went straight into the recycling bin and a letter from the local university. Curious he took that one with him back into the living room. He opened it and read while Stacy sat munching on sugar covered cereal, a few giggles escaping her due to the kiddy cartoons she loved to watch.

In the end the letter was nothing too interesting. Throwing it into the bin as well, Tully had just enough time to clean up everything and double check that Stacy had not forgotten any of her homework before they had to leave for the bus. Tully liked to go out of the back and walk through the small wooded area before looping around to the bus stop, while Stacy preferred to go wait at it while watching the sky. Either way, the bus came and they left for school.

Stacy ended up sitting at the back of the bus, nestled between several guys that gave her all sorts of good mornings and praises. Tully meanwhile sat on his own nearer the front of the bus. It was close to the door which proved practical and it allowed him to watch out of his favorite window too. There was only one more stop for the bus before it continued on to the highschool.

The school bus was filled with a wide variety of scores and it always told a bit of a story if you thought about it. See, it was socially acceptable to start experimenting and sleeping around once you enter highschool, as long as you keep it within the school itself. Due to everybody starting on 0 it was easy to see who was good at being social, funny, interesting or just down right lucky. In many ways it felt like a race. Everybody lines up at the starting line and then by the end of highschool you see how far they all got.

Let’s use a few from the bus and do some math to get a feel for how the scores work. The Sophomore named Max sitting at the front of the bus for example. He has a score of 48 which does not sound like a lot but there is a lot to consider. For one, he has had nearly 2 years to grow that score. That is 730 days or more importantly around 104 weeks. Looking at it that way, he is getting laid on average every second week. Add to the fact that he is in a wheelchair and suddenly he is very impressive with a constant and routine sex life that borders on inspirational. Good for him.

Let’s look at another, Stacy. Despite being 17 years old and having 3 years in highschool she has been pushed back a year due to failing grades. That gives her around 1100 days, or 156 weeks. With a score of 243, that adds up to her getting laid twice a week nearly. Girls tend to have a higher score than guys so that does come out as a modest score. The oddity of course is that Stacy is such a shameless and hair brained girl that you would expect far more.

One last example to show how scores can tell a lot. Around the middle of the bus is a girl, a sweet looking girl with glasses and a modestly long skirt. She sits reading a book, no guys fawning over her, no boyfriend, no real attention from anyone. And yet despite being a Sophomore she has a score of 487. With 730 days in two years, that would mean this girl is having sex around 5 times a week every single week. That is very impressive and by the time she is Stacy’s age will most likely have a score of over a thousand. How does she have such an impressive score? Who knows. But here is the thing. It is impressive due to the fact she has no males fawning over her. Any girl with a single boyfriend could have sex daily and get a higher score, or twice daily for double her score by now.

All over the bus are scores that tell the same story, that the average young highschooler has sex on a weekly or bi-weekly basis. Those with partners are getting it several times a week. Some skilled few are getting it nearly every day. The one true amazing score in all of this, something that defies explanation and makes you sit in thought of just how it would be possible to do is Tully. As he sits cool and casual with a score of 0 despite being near the end of the Freshmen year. Currently, he is both the only 0 left in school and the only one with a single digit score at that.

The bus came to a halt, the hydraulics letting out a hiss and the doors sliding out with a creak. Going out into the cold once more he found only grey skies and cool winter winds as if even spring did not want to come to this tired and boring town.

Tully headed straight inside and up to the homeroom so that he could take his seat next to the radiator before anyone else. Letting out a pleasant sigh of relief from the warmth he looked around the completely empty room and tapped his fingers. Would still be a little bit of time before the bell rang. Plucking his phone out of his pocket he entered the lengthy password and opened up the photos section. Just as he started to flick through the dozens of photos of upskirts and half dressed teenagers the door creaked and a few others entered. Tully sighed. Interrupted just before he could get to the good parts he put his phone away and lay his head down to rest for a moment.

“Morning.”

Lemmy said in passing.

“Hm.”

Tully muttered back.

She was one of the many girls in his class. Score of 276, wears silk panties with a black color that matched her rich, dark, fur. Prefers sour foods, has a secret interest in science, once got 4 points during a single lunch break back when she was new. Normally smells of cheap antiperspirant and sweat. Tully’s personal theory was that she invites one of her teammates to give her a go before practise or the big games, which would be nearly every day. He could not help but rub himself quietly through his shorts just at the smell of her.

“So did you try it?”

A small sound guy said behind Tully.

“Dude I have no idea what jank ass site you got it from but I nearly broke my dick.”

A deeper voice replied.

“Damn, what about Lily?”

The small guy asked.

“I think she came on the spot, and wet the bed.”

The deeper voice before snickering.

“Dude, sick.”

A third voice rang out.

Tully rolled his eyes at the sound of high fives and turned his head towards the window. Letting out a yawn he closed his eyes to let his imagination pick up a few details of what he had just heard.

The morning was always the slowest part of the day. For each one of the classes Tully would lay slumped over with his head on the desk slowly noting stuff in one of his many notebooks while barely paying attention to what the teacher was saying. Math was practically nap time. English was a little fun as he could write whatever he wanted but he rarely had any good ideas for short stories.

Finally lunch break came. Tully got a nice hot pot of pasta curls drenched in spicy beans and sat himself down on a rock that overlooked the edge of the school. This spot allowed him to see over the line of trees and overgrown plants that grew thick on the steep easten slope. While there was not much to see other than some buildings, the main road and a pretty decent shot of the horizon he liked coming here because it was quiet. As he ate his long ears picked up the faint noise of laughter. Turning his gaze down across the road and a bit to his right he could just manage to see that the kids at the local elementary school were out playing. Those were the days. Back when it was all simple.

Watching them all play was nice. They knew the same games he did when he was their age and some new ones he had not thought of before. The cold did not seem to bother them at all either. Suddenly his eyes caught a flash of something white and it made his heart skip a beat. Turning his focus to a young white furred girl playing next to the jungle gym he watched closely and sure enough she did another cartwheel. Her angle this time was different and her skirt made it that he could not see what he had missed the first time around. Keeping an eye on her Tully watched as she climbed up the jungle gym and balanced across the bars before sitting down on them and turning herself around. Her skirt slipped due to gravity and Tully found himself staring. She was not wearing underwear? Or was she? The distance was great and white panties would surely blend in enough with white fur that it would be hard to tell.

Snatching up his phone he just managed to get the camera on as she turned herself around and went on her to continue playing. Tully sighed. Now it would be impossible to know, and he had missed his shot at taking a momento too. Even if she was wearing them it would have been a nice shot.

Head full of thoughts Tully got up and headed inside. Throwing the empty pot into the nearest trash can he paid no attention to the various groups of teens clumped in the halls. Some talking, some kissing, some doing work before the next classes started. He was even too focused on his own mind to see the handful of girls that looked his way as he passed. Taking a right into one of the bathrooms he hurried into a stall and locked it tight. Dropping his shorts he sat on the toilet and pulled his phone out of his pocket. One hand already stroking himself he flicked through the photo gallery for something specific. A sneaky shot of a cute little thing, no more than 8, sleeping on the train. Her panties had got caught in the way she had been sitting and were pressed tight against her underaged parts.

Tully had always thought about it. Could girls that young perform at all? Not like with a one night stand or anything that vulgar but given enough time and practise could they still do it. Slowly stretching them to accept a finger at first and then a second. Comforting them as they grew to like the feeling of being penetrated. He was pretty sure that they could not get wet at all but that is what lube is for. Ah to get a point like that must be decadent. To live with the knowledge that some young ball of fluff would be walking around with a big red 1 on her belly. Drawing the attention of everybody that walks past as they all wonder who did it, where, how, why. Lost in his thoughts Tully did not even last 10 minutes.

By the time he had cleaned up and given his hands a proper wash the bell rang and lunch time was over. The last classes of the day were nothing too fun either. Sports was always a drag but at least it gave him a chance to get some air and watch the fuzzy clouds go by. Science was the closest thing to fun that he had found but even that just came to the same routine of barely listening and making a few notes. The day came and went and as the final bell rang out everybody rushed for the buses home.

Tully however skipped the bus. He needed time to think and something to break up the endless cycle of repetition he lived. It was a nice evening at least, warmer than the morning. It was hard to say what was on his mind because even he did not know what was dragging him down. It just all felt wrong. The day, being awake, the rabbits around him. All so very tiring. The numbers as well were grating on him. The only ones that still had 0s were those not yet in highschool but hell there were still a few rare ones that had started a little early. He knew that they were only at 0 because they were following the social rules that everybody had placed on them.

Even as he walked home he could not shake off that feeling of everybody around him was going to get laid. The cute florist in the tight dress that always waves to him whenever he walks home, you don’t wear a dress that short and fitting unless you are getting completely creampied on a daily basis for example. Everywhere he looked he saw girls, cute girls, young girls and old. His train of thought was cut off as she spotted a rather giggly girl pull a boy by the hand into the girl’s side of the public bathrooms. His imagination burned and he debated sneaking in as well but no, more than anything he was just tired and not in the mood.

In the end the walk did not make him feel any better. It made him feel even more lonely in fact. He was living in a sea of romance and sexual desire. An ocean of numbers where even the most mundane of faces could be carrying thousands with silent pride. It felt like he was an island, dry and barren and so very alone in this vast ocean. No matter how many girls he had tried to talk to over the past year, no matter how much he worked out or studied or smiled he was always the odd one out. The one that never got invited to the orgy of other 14 year olds. The one that never got a free ride from the school bike that had slept with every single other guy. Not to mention the parties he had gone to a few times. Those were the worst. A confusing maze of rules and limitations, of slang and body language. Tully still had pride in the fact that he willingly quit going to parties before he could make a complete mess out of it… But it had been close. You never know how desperate, lonely and dangerous you are until you find yourself alone in a dark little room with a passed out, drunk, Freshmen girl that only had a score of 3.

Tully shook the thoughts from his head and turned the corner into the small woods that grew next to his home. A short walk down the path and through the gate later and he was finally home. Straight away he took his rucksack off and threw it down in a corner of the kitchen. Stretching his arms out he yawned and entered the living room where he found Stacy napping on the sofa. A normal sight. To try and use that slab of porridge she called a brain all day must be hard on the poor, ditzy girl. And then Tully noticed something.

Stacy’s score had gone up by two. That did not happen too often and it had already started to get Tully’s mind working. Who was it? A teacher that was doing a favor so she did not fail her grades again? Naa. Some jock type that wanted the whole lunch break to have her just to himself? Hmm maybe but not quite her style. A threesome? So many possibilities.

Stacy lay snoring softly as Tully stood staring. When he finally blinked and snapped out of his fantasies he still found himself staring but now at the rest of her. That lovely chest, the silky soft stomach, those damn wide hips. Reaching down slowly he took hold of her skirt and gently pulled it up until he could see her panties. The front of them were slightly darker, a clear sign he had learned that she had got super wet at some point and they had yet to fully dry out. Glancing upwards for a second he scanned her sweet, sleeping face for any unrest before turning his eyes back down.

Leaning down close to her he breathed in deep with a long, slow, inhale. It was salty, musky, kind of like sweat but with a tinge of something that was hard to name. Almost metallic in a few ways. His hand reached out but just as he could feel the heat of her crotch he stopped and pulled it away. It was too risky to touch her directly. He knew that and reminded himself of that almost every goddamn day.

Letting out his breath Tully composed himself before putting a hand on her shoulder and shaking her gently. Slowly her eyes opened and she sat up straight, her skirt falling down as she did so.

“Go take a shower before dinner.”

Tully said.

“Mhm, thanks big brother.”

Stacy replied.

Tully had always liked her calling him that even if it was not true. Watching her little tail bounce as she pranced off to go scrub her no doubt well used body was also a nice sight. He just wished to all of heaven and hell that he could follow up there and help out. To watch at least would have been glorious.

Tully sighed. He had to order dinner, then sort out his homework and help Stacy with whatever projects she might have. Sitting down on the sofa he took a second to enjoy the warmth Stacy had left behind before pulling out his laptop from under the coffee table and booting it up. He had a little bit of time before she came back, enough to take care of the erection she had given him at least. Suddenly his ears perked up as an idea came to him. Pulling himself up from the sofa he went back to the kitchen for a moment to pull a pair of her panties from the laundry basket. At least he had something to help with the cravings.", "pools_count": 3, "title": "Story - Newberry 1, Overthinking", "deleted": "f", "public": "t", "mimetype": "image/png", "pagecount": "1", "rating_id": "2", "rating_name": "Adult", "ratings": [ { "content_tag_id": "4", "name": "Sexual Themes", "description": "Erotic imagery, sexual activity or arousal", "rating_id": "2" } ], "submission_type_id": "12", "type_name": "Writing - Document", "guest_block": "f", "friends_only": "f", "comments_count": "4", "views": "1311" }