Tanning of a Black Moon
Tanning of a black moon.
Jodi sighed quietly, strolling along the mall's heavenly interior. Her sanctuary, as it was, surrounded by designer clothing and fattening foods, the delicious sights of over priced goods and pointless cell phone kiosks that dominated every empty nook and every empty cranny. For any and all gods that were listening, this was her heaven. Her final destination, her end of the line- but for now, it was her weekend.
At nearly 6' Jodi was a chocolate furred, kangaroo, and the tallest in her freshman high class. She had a lovely black crop of hair spurting from between her softly furred, leaf shaped ears, and a pointed, angler muzzle with a shiny black nose at the end. She had soft hazel colored eyes, deep and expressive, they screamed intelligence and maturity, and she held her head high, striving to set an example of whom she was, and how she exposed to be treated. She liked respected, and she offered respect to those whom offered it to her. She didn't consider herself crabby, or bitchy, or snotty or stuck up. Just...high of standards.
For being a junior in high school, the girl's body was filling out nicely, with a plump, pawful of a chest hidden currently, under a yellow, blue, and white striped turtleneck sweater. It was tight on her body, and rather pleasingly form fitting, and it did manage to get the boy's attention at school- making it her all time favorite top wear that she had. Today, she was strutting along, wearing that same sweater, along with a pair of ragged blue jeans. They weren't nearly as flattering as the top was, but they matched well, the jeans loosely hanging around her hips and big broad tail offered a level of comfort the turtleneck could never give her. There was no reason to wear all skin tight clothing, all the time. Still, She needed new jeans if she wanted to fit into the popular clique of girls in the high school, and in order to do that, she had to find a source of income. As a high school freshman, job opportunities were extremely limited although most girls whom wanted money did the only thing they could: babysit. And after almost six weeks, Jodi had enough to go to the mall, visit each and every shopped she wanted, and now was the proud owner of six new outfits. All of it packed tightly in the white shopping back in her right paw, she was heading towards the large, double doors of the mall and back to her dismal, boring life outside of the hollowed halls of the mall when she say him- Daxter Jones.
Daxter was nine years old, dressed in an orange shirt and blue jeans, and quite possibly, the most horrific little boy she'd ever had the misfortune of looking after. He was a rather pudgy little thing, an obsidian colored dragon, whom only came up to 3 '10 and managed to bully nearly everyone in his own class. He was loud, rude, and disrespectful, and from what Jodi was witnessing, not much had changed. At the moment, Daxter was hopping up and down, screaming as loud as he could in front of a Cold Stone vendor, complaining that he deserved free ice cream. What reasoning, exactly, Daxter figured he deserved anything other then a sound beating for his behavior was beyond Jodi, but she found herself growing more and more irritated as she observed the spectacle taking place. Things of course, changed drastically when an exasperated clerk finally handed the screaming boy a small cup of ice cream. Daxter took a bite of the frozen delight, gave a nasty snarl, and tossed the cup over his head. He began to scream that he wanted chocolate instead of vanilla.
Jodi's body was moving on it's own, the white vanilla cream dribbling free of her shirt as she walked, her eyes narrowed to angry slits, her vision obscured by a thick, boiling rage. In mere seconds, her paws were wrapped firmly around the child's left arm, holding the fat dragon boy so tightly, he stopped screaming and looked up at her with puzzled, unfamiliar eyes. He didn't remember her at all- but she knew him quite well.
Not only had this little demon spawn child, nearly killed her- Twice- while she babysat him, he had managed to cause 400 dollars in property damage, shave off one of her eyebrows, and destroyed her favorite purse. And now she had him by the arm, and was marching him, firmly, towards the center of the mall. The boy of course, protested, not quite sure what was going on, but quite positive he didn't want to be a part of it- but he really had no choice. Jodi's grip was just as strong as her resolve, and as she marched, an idea formed in her mind.
Once she had reached the middle of the mall, like she planned, she sat down on a near bybench, yanked the boy across her lap, and grabbed his tail firmly in one paw, and yanked it up, exposing the round, blue seat of the boy's jeans.
"HEY!! Leggo me lady!! Whaddaya doin!" The chubby boy squealed, but Jodi held tightly, and delivered a firm smack across the plump seat of the boy's pants.
"QUIET! "She hissed venomously, something that grabbed the attention of several shopping furs near by.
"YOU, have been an absolute terror to the fine people in this mall from what I've seen, and you, deserve a lesson. " The roo growled quietly, much to the boy's protest. He wriggled as best he could, squirming wildly, but the roo was stronger. Holding him down at the small of his back, and pinning his tail with her fingers, Jodi managed to deliver five sharp slaps across his bottom before, he was crying out in pain instead of anger.
"YOU, are a BAD, LITTLE, BOY!" The kanga shouted, delivering a firm slap across the boy's bottom with every word, and quite soon, Daxter Jones, terror to his fourth grade class, had been reduced to tears and sobs.
All over my sweater...
Jodi growled quietly, holding him by his hips, while he struggled and kicked, and gave a firm blow over his buttocks again.
"HOLD STILL!" She snapped, and the boy immediately ceased his thrashing, whimpering quietly, as Jodi nearly threw him off of her, and stood him up in front of her, looking him over closely. He hadn't grown much in height since she saw him last, but there was no doubt about it, he was a chubby kid.
He had two little ebon ears on either side of his head, but unlike most dragons, his ears don't resemble flaps, or sails but instead were more leaf like. Following the ears were a set emerald eyes and a very plump muzzle. His body was covered in smooth, midnight colored scales and despite what a pain he was, the boy was pleasingly soft and cuddly- like a plush. Although his demeanor wasn't anything similar.
No longer content with the simple slaps across the denim clad behind wriggling in her lap, Jodi gripped the seat of Daxter's pants firmly and yanked them down, exposing the boy's wide, plump underroo clad fanny. She almost giggled, when she saw that soft, twin bottom cheeks covered in the thin "Lion King" underwear he was wearing. Little pictures of Simba and Nala running along the boy's bottom, she almost grinned. Almost.
"Perhaps, this will teach you a lesson, on how to behave in public! " The angry roo snarled, bringing her dainty paw down in a firm, swinging arc that caught the boy by surprise. She had slender arms, but the roo dominating the humiliated boy had a mean swing. She swung again, catching the boy's "Sit spot" with a firm POP which resulted in a squeal of pain. Again and again and again, the arm went though repeated motions, swinging firmly across the twin white wriggling globes, before Daxter was sniffling and crying helplessly in her arms.
"Have you learned your lesson little boy!?" Jodi snarled, much to her own surprise. She usually wasn't...angry. But something about the lad in her lap just set her off, and when he nodded his head meekly instead of responding with his voice, she gave another firm swat across his underwear clad, chubby bottom. The boy squealed, and Jodi shook her head.
"Respect! Where is your respect?!" She barked, and gripped the waistband of the boy's underwear. He stopped crying...
"H, hey, don't! Please don't! I'll be good! Honest! I swear! I will, really I will, please don't in front of them!! " Daxter begged. In front of them?
She didn't quite know how she didn't expect this to happen. A crowd had formed, lots of furs had circled around her, watching her- watching them. Slowly, slowly, she drew the underwear down, much to the protest of the boy, squirming and squealing, and slowly, inch by inch, the plump, round cheeks of the boy's bare bottom were pulled into view. The boy's tushie was very soft, plump, and quite round. A perfect little bubble butt if Jodi ever saw one. Rather big on the boy, which was normal for a dragon, but and extra few sizes due to all the in between meal, meals the boy had consumed. As a result, the bottom jutted out from his hips, large, plump, and very, very soft, and quite- to Jodi's surprise- spankable. She lifted her paw again, and brought it down firmly on the boy's bare left cheek. It bounced and jiggled, wobbling sweetly like a ripple in a lake, before she smacked his left cheek. The boy was howling with pain and embarrassment, wriggling wildly in her lap. Another slap, another shriek. Her paw struck firmly across his bare bottom, hitting both cheeks at once, sending a ripple of pain right across the boy's deep crack, leaving a bright red paw print glowing on the obsidian cheeks. More then once she caught herself staring at the way the boy's bottom gave such a delightful jiggle, bouncing about, jostling at the slightest touch. She lifted her paw again, bringing it down firmly across his left buttcheek with a satisfying CLAP before repeating the action, bringing her paw down squarely on his right cheek with a firm WHAP! She paused a moment, gripping the twin jutting cheeks with both her soft paws and pried them apart, exposing the little, tender hole nestled between them to her view. The boy gave a sharp squeal when she did this, which was one purely of embarassment by the tone of his voice. Here he was, bare bottomed in a public, crowded mall, with a female holding his southern cheeks apart, exposing his most private, more tender spot for anyone to see!! She gave him a few more firm slaps, before she finished by beating his twin bottom cheeks like a pair of bongo drums (She managed to get a rather stedy rythmic beat) When she finally let him up, he blinked, taking a few steps back and turned a brilliant display of crimson, covering both his paws over his strangely firm little boy bits.
Cheering?
The crowd that had gathered around her was cheering, clapping, laughing as the poor embarrassed dragon rubbed his bare bottom shyly, looking around helplessly at all the people whom were staring. He apprently, had made quite a stir in the mall before she had arrived. Jodi felt a gentle smile tugging at her cheeks as she leaned down and pat Daxter on his little scaled head.
"Go home." She whispered. Daxter shook his head meekly, and covered his boyhood with both paws, and his bottom with his tail to the best of his abilities.
"I, I can't, Y, your s, standing on my, my..." He whispered sheepishly, and Jodi glanced down, and chuckled. She had accidentally, stepped on his clothing when she pulled them off, the boy's pants and underoos were trapped under her big feet. She gave a vicious grin and shook her head.
"I don't think I told you to pull up your pants, I told you to go home. "The bitchy kanga hissed, much to the boy's ultimate horror. She proceeded to give him another firm smack on his rear end, which sent him racing though the mall, crying loudly. Jodi smiled softly, stood up, grabbed her bags, and turned towards the exit herself, striding though as joy and praise raining down around her from the other shoppers around her- everything was going wonderfully, until of course, she walked right into a very large looking dragon, and a slightly smaller female. Daxter's parents, whom were glaring at her. No question- they saw what she did to their son.
"Jodi..." The larger drake hissed. Before she could think of all the horrible things this huge dragon could do our of vengeance for their son's humiliation, Miss Jones thrust a wad of bills into Jodi's paw.
"This is for the expense of your shirt dear. I'm terribly sorry for Daxter's behavior...thank you for handling him. "She explained, while Mr. Jones just gave her a mischievous smile.
"You're the first fur for a long time to show Daxter he can't quite act the way he wants whenever he wants...Are you free to babysit this evening? I'm sure he won't act up if you give him a reminder of what you did this afternoon...there's even a bonus in it for you. " He explained, while Jodi stood there, absolutely stunned...
Three hours later, Daxter answered the door when it rang, and screamed. Jodi, whom had swore never to visit the house again- simply grinned.
The end.