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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      Other
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Lydia_Martin/Prada
  Character:
      Lydia_Martin, Prada_(Teen_Wolf)
  Additional Tags:
      Bestiality, NSFW, Underage_Sex, Consensual_Underage_Sex, First_Time,
      Extremely_Underage
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-10-15 Words: 2214
****** A Fine Replacement ******
by Zeath
Summary
     Lydia catches her parents having sex and wants to copy them but she
     doesn’t have anyone to practice on but her dog.
Notes
     This is a fic containing an underage Lydia (12) having sex with her
     dog. If you don't like the sound of that then why didn't you check
     the tags before clicking this story?
     Also, who could forget little Prada? He's adorable.
‘Just wrestling under the sheets’, they said. Lydia knew what they were doing,
she wasn’t stupid. She knew what sex was, she was taught ages ago about
reproductive life of animals and in fifth grade her class got a sex education
lesson. She knows enough.
A part of her was jealous that it apparently had to be between a boy and a
girl, like her mummy and daddy. It wasn’t fair; she wanted to try it too. She
also knew that bad people were out there that could do terrible things to her
if she ever confessed her thoughts aloud. So she didn’t, Lydia kept it a secret
until it was three weeks after her twelve birthday when she had her first
period, crying to her mother that she was going to die. Her mother had laughed
a little and gave her a pad, telling her that she was a young woman now.
Since she was a woman, she could have sex now. Right? Right. But again it
wasn’t like she could ask someone to have sex with her; she could get in
trouble in all kinds of ways. No, she just told Prada because she knew that he
could keep her secrets hidden between just the two of them. Prada was a two
year old papillon dog that Lydia had gotten for her tenth birthday after she
had come back home with her report card showing all A’s. She had always wanted
a dog and when she had first set her eyes on Prada it was true love.
So it was obvious that Lydia would tell all her worries, secrets, and gossip to
Prada. The papillon would always sleep on a doggy bed in the corner of her room
so whenever she couldn’t sleep she would talk to Prada until they both passed
out from exhaustion. Tonight was one of those nights where Lydia wanted to stay
up, not feeling tired at all but she played along so her mum wouldn’t tell her
off. Her parents had gone to bed no doubt to ‘wrestle’ again, she doesn’t know
why they lie about it. They had tucked her in her bed at eight in the evening,
kissed her head and turned off the light, leaving her to lie still until she
heard the click of the parent’s bedroom door closing.
Sitting up, Lydia called Prada to the bed and lifted him up onto the mattress,
letting him under the covers so he could get warm with her. She was still
brooding about why she couldn’t have sex, yet her mum and dad could. “It’s not
fair, why can’t I do it too?”
Well, they’d never said she couldn’t, she just assumed. Maybe she could? But
then again even if she tried it’s not like she has any boys her age to accept
something like that – well, maybe that total loser who always follows her
around, what was his name again? Miles? Giles? Who cared – and even if they did
how would she go about it without getting in trouble? Oh it was all so
frustrating. Petting along Prada’s fur, Lydia watched the dog’s face innocently
before gasping. “But you’re a boy, aren’t you Prada?”
She doesn’t know how she could have missed this. It was perfect; she could have
sex with Prada! Then she’d know how it felt and things could go back to normal
once her questions were answered. Pushing the covers back, Lydia sat up fully
and looked down at the papillon, trying to remember what that video explained
on sex education. They said something about putting the penis into the woman’s
vagina. She doesn’t know what either of those are because she calls what’s
between her legs a Kitty and between a boy’s legs a PeePee. Did the video mean
a peepee would go into her kitty? How strange.
Now that she assumes this, Lydia came to another frustrating bump in the road
of the sex; where was Prada’s peepee?
Normally it’s between the boy’s legs, so the redhead got to work, lifting her
little dog up and having a look under and sure enough there was a sheath hiding
in all the papillon’s hair. It was furry, were all peepees hairy or just dog
ones? She may never know. She doesn’t know how she’s going to get that into her
kitty, in the video the woman just laid down while the man got up on her, then
they had sex. Things were probably different since Prada was a dog so she
decided that she would do what she always did when there was a problem, she
took charge of the situation. “Well now I know, let’s have sex Prada.”
Pulling her nightie up to her stomach, Lydia showed Prada her kitty. Like the
rest of her body – minus her head – it was hairless, her kitty small and pale.
She had rubbed her kitty sometimes, on the tiny bud at the top but it made her
feel strange so she stopped, in the sex education video it explained about
something called the clitoris and how good it’s meant to make girls feel but
she didn’t think so.  Prada just stared up at her face with his tongue out,
huffing out pants as if he hasn’t got a clue what she’s doing. He probably
doesn’t, it’s not like people usually show their kitty to him.
“Come on Prada, what do I have to do for you to have the sex with me?” Lydia
pouted and spread her legs so the papillon was between them, reaching down to
play with her kitty. She was going to sulk if Prada didn’t want to have sex
with her. She ran her fingers over the lips of her kitty, parting them slightly
to fit her middle finger between and feel around. This was a new experience for
her, it wasn’t like last time when she was rubbing her bud, this time her kitty
was responding back and getting damp. The sensation of her finger was new,
making her quickly stuff the end of her nightie into her mouth to hide a
whimper.
She slipped more fingers down to rub and fiddle with her kitty, finding a hole
where all of the wet stuff was coming out. It wasn’t pee, this was thicker and
she didn’t even need to go to the toilet. Whatever it was, it intrigued Prada
enough for him to inch forward and have a sniff. Lydia could feel embarrassed
about her dog sniffing her kitty but when he started licking she couldn’t care
less. “Nnh, mmm….”
Was this sex? It didn’t seem like it was, but it felt really good when he
lapped at the hole with his tongue. It was slightly rough which gave her the
proper stimulation to leave her tiny chest panting and holding onto her thighs.
This wasn’t sex, Prada’s peepee wasn’t involved so while this was fun and made
her itty all tingly, she wanted to get to the sex already.
That being said, getting him interested seemed easy but now what was she
supposed to do? She couldn’t just ask the papillon to have sex with her and
he’d know what do to. No, she’d have to put his peepee in her kitty because
Prada wasn’t as clever as she was about this situation. She grabbed the dog
once more, lifting him up to her and bringing a hand down to his furry sheath
not really knowing what to do about it now that it’s in her hand. Prada didn’t
seem that impressed either. “We’ll get through this together.”
Copying what she remembers from the sex education, Lydia moves her dog between
her legs again, keeping a hand on his sheath until it was pressed up against
her kitty. This wasn’t going to work, was it not going to happen just because
Prada was a dog and not a man like in the video? Maybe Prada can only have the
sex with girl dogs. She tried for ages, pressing Prada’s peepee against her
kitty over and over again until she let go when something wet covered her hand.
“Ew!”
What the heck was that? She inspected between the papillon’s legs and there was
a pink thing showing, which must have been Prada’s peepee! That means they
really can do the sex! Oh she was so excited to finally get somewhere after all
her efforts, pat on the back for Lydia.
Prada was interested it seems, from the way the dog was crowding between her
legs to get a sniff at her sweet scent once more. It was easy for the papillon
to switch to his instincts and mount his front legs up on Lydia’s stomach to
give himself access; his pink cock wasn’t exactly aligned with her pussy but
it’ll have to do, maybe she would understand after a couple humps that he
couldn’t do it himself. Hunching his hips, Prada let out a frustrated whine and
occasionally bumping the tip of his cock into her clit to entice the kid.
Lydia didn’t fully understand what was going on but this was what sex was all
about right? Prada seemed into it, and she wanted to do it too. The papillon
didn’t have hands so she’d have to take charge once more and reach down to
angle his slimy peepee into her recently found hole. That’s all it took, Prada
thrust himself forward until he was fully inside before his hips began a
vigorous pace. It was surprising and if Lydia didn’t stuff her nightie back
into her mouth she would have probably woken up her parents with her startled
moan.
“Mm!!” It hurt at first, Prada’s hips meeting hers while he stabbed his peepee
into her. This was sex? What was so great about it if all there was to it was
pain? She was going to push the dog off her when Prada’s furry body latched
onto her tiny hips with his paws and went harder into her like he needed this.
Maybe he did, Prada didn’t seem to get the sex often unless he was doing it
with her mummy on the side. Probably not since she had daddy to have sex with
her and having Prada too would be selfish. No, this was most definitely the
papillon’s first time just like her, making it special for the both of them.
It took a while – maybe if Prada would have slowed down it would have happened
quicker – but she was starting to enjoy it. There was a bubble in her lower
stomach needed to pop and with every thrust of Prada’s peepee into her kitty,
the bigger that bubble grew until it was hard to ignore. She needed it to pop
already, whining into her nightie and reaching out to pet her dog’s head,
encouraging him to help her out. He didn’t, instead the papillon bumped
something against her kitty. It wasn’t his peepee because it was too big, but
it was warm like his peepee.
It’s not like she knew about dog’s peepees and how they work so when that big
thing pressed up against her hole it was a little scary. It wasn’t going to
fit, but Prada’s face was a picture of perseverance, trying with each thrust to
get it into her kitty. His peepee started rubbing more against her instead of
pounding into her, which was all it took for that bubble to pop. It felt really
good, and her kitty started twitching around Prada’s peepee which was a weird
feeling in of itself.
Her hole was too small to take whatever that big warm part of his peepee was
but Prada was insistent until finally giving up. He stayed inside her with his
paws on her stomach and tongue out panting almost with a blissed out face while
hot stuff squirted into her kitty. It said something about this in the sex
education video; this was when the boy would get the girl pregnant so they
could have babies. She didn’t really want babies, but if it was Prada doing
this then maybe she’d have puppies? She liked the idea of having little puppies
running around.
After a couple silent moments for Lydia’s breathing to slow down, the papillon
pulled out with a slurp that took the redhead’s breath away. She could get used
to that. Prada sat between her legs and lapped away at the stuff coming out of
her kitty, for a moment she thought it was pee but it wasn’t because it came
out of Prada and it was clear. It was nice of him to clean her up.
Tugging the nightie from her mouth, she made a face of disgust because she
didn’t know she was drooling that much but now a big portion of the nightwear
was all wet. Instead of getting a new one, Lydia pulled it off completely and
let it drop to the floor now forgotten. Pulling the covers up her naked body,
Lydia felt Prada moving from between her legs to her side instead and it wasn’t
like she was going to kick him out right after having the sex, she pet his
furry head and closed her eyes now feeling tired enough for sleep. Yeah, she
liked the sex.
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