Little Lady's Favor
"My sister says she likes you," the boy said, and stuck out his tongue as if the gossip tasted foul. "I've seen her like boys before, she wants to kiss them and stuff. It's really gross."
Desmond smiled crookedly. He was taken aback by the sudden remark so much that he didn't realize the toppings were sliding off his slice of pizza until it was too late. "Aw, shit," he muttered, grabbing a napkin from the coffee table. "Hey, you didn't hear that, all right?"
The boy grinned. He was a Vulpix, a fox not far removed from Desmond in that regard, and he looked fairly evil when he showed his teeth as he did then. "Okay. Can I watch an R-rated movie, though?"
"Nuh-uh," said Desmond, and now he grinned back. He decided his stained shirt was a lost cause, that he was just grinding the grease and sauce deeper into the fibers. "Speaking of which, it's your bedtime, buddy-boy. You got school in the morning."
Although he was only eight, the boy could groan like a teenager. "Aw, fi-i-ine. You're just mad I kicked your butt in Street Fighter, I bet."
Watching him go, munching what he'd salvaged of his piece of pizza, Desmond thought that was a pretty big part of it. That's what's fun about being the adult, he thought, grinning with sauce-smeared lips. I win in the end.
Alex passed her brother in the hall, fixing him with her pointed gaze. He met her golden eyes then looked away, beginning to blush.
"Goin' to bed?" she asked, smiling at his deference.
"Yeah... Desmond says I gotta. I think you do too."
She smooched her brother on the cheek, tittering with laughter. "I'll go to bed later. I wanna see him first."
It wasn't hard to see what was on the little girl's mind. Sometimes her brother was the one she wanted to see, and she was known to see pretty much every male adult who babysat them. Her brother wasn't sure what she did, exactly - what it was called - but he really enjoyed it. He felt a little bit jealous of Desmond but what Alex said was the last word. With a sheepish nod, he wordlessly stepped into the bathroom and started to brush his teeth.
Moving in with a saunter which would, as she developed, become an alluring female sway, Alex put herself near the armrest of the sofa and leaned over it, paws braced on the cushion. "Hi."
Desmond looked at her, smiling patronizingly. "Hi, Alex. I thought you were in bed. Y'want some more pizza?"
"I'm not hungry," she replied, shaking her head. "But hey, was my brother telling you stuff about me?"
The foxcoon laughed. His cheeks were a little rosy, and Alex thought it was for her. The fact was the babysitter had gotten into her father's beer and downed a few surreptitiously. "He might've told me you like me, yeah."
Alex beamed, her smile innocent and her many tails swaying in unison like plumage. "Do you like me?"
"I guess I do, you're a nice girl."
Before Desmond could squirm away or say no, the Vulpix leaned in close and smooched him on the cheek. She tried to get his lips, but he turned his head away just enough to stop a perfect landing.
"Hey, now," Desmond said, his voice gaining a mild edge. "I'm like ten years older than you, honey."
"Eleven, actually! You're nineteen, right?" She giggled. "Math is my favorite subject."
Desmond scooted a few inches away only for Alex to lean further over the armrest. The more she inclined, the further her loose, old nightshirt sagged and the more clearly he could see the budding bumps of her breasts. Light from the TV pierced the thin shirt, making her almost flat body glow.
The foxcoon realized he'd seen one of her stiff pink nipples and jerked his head away as though he'd looked into a welding arc. His ears splayed down and the politeness on his face vanished. "Well, that's good, you know?" he muttered, clawing desperately for a way out. "Hey, I mean, stay in school. School's more important than, um, liking guys."
Oh, no, you don't, I sat through two hours of lame Street Fighter matches for this. Alex crawled smoothly onto the couch and knelt perpendicular to the babysitter. Still he wouldn't look at her, but she seemed unperturbed by his lack of cooperation. She took one of his paws, though it took some effort to pry it out of his lap, and held it by the thumb and pinky. She put his mitt on her chest where his fingers covered much of her developing breasts.
Desmond thought at first the girl only wanted to hold him by the paw, as girls - little or otherwise - were given to, but when he realized his fingers were sprawled across her chest he yanked back his paw and shrieked as if in pain. "What the fuh-, what's--?" Desmond bleated, staring at her plaintively. "Where'd you learn to act like that? I'd slap the taste out of my sister's mouth if she were-, if she-... Jesus, Alex."
Alex laughed. It was no girly sound; she sounded quite evil and womanly. "I learned by just doing what I wanted. Like I'm doing with you." She reached out now, young fingers touching his groin. Tellingly, Desmond hesitated before he took her wrist and removed her paw from his lap. "Come o-o-on... don't you like me, Desmond?"
"Not like that! And it's against the law, you know that? Jeez, this is creepy, I shouldn't even be having this conversation. I'm probably gonna go to prison anyway."
"None of my babysitters have gone to prison yet," the Vulpix said coyly. Again she touched him, starting at the cap of his knee before trailing her fingers higher. She expected him to close his thighs, and he did exactly that as she reached his package. "Hey... De-e-esmond?"
The foxcoon muttered something. Alex didn't know if he was acknowledging her or just being a spoilsport.
"Do you want to be the first?" she asked, her voice sweet as pie.
Now Desmond's eyes were on her, his stare a savagely threatening one, but Alex proved unruffled. She fondled him despite his pursed legs. "He made me do it," she said in a whining voice, grinning so wide her teeth gleamed. "He wouldn't quit, daddy. He locked Jamie in our room and he--," a little fake sob and snort, "he pulled off my shirt and he told me I was gonna be his girlfriend."
"What do you want, you rotten--?" Desmond clenched his jaws so sharply his teeth gnashed. He scowled and huffed, nostrils flaring. "What the hell do you want?"
Alex kissed his lips. This time, he didn't pull away from her. "Well, I don't want to have to get you in trouble. You're really cute and I like you a lot."
She eased back and unceremoniously pulled up her shirt and threw it to the floor. Her nipples poked obscenely from her body, angled ever so slightly by what would, in a few years, becoming lovely breasts but which were now mere mosquito bites. "I want you to lick me here," said Alex, indicating one of her young nipples. "Your tongue looks like it's really long. I want to feel it."
"Is that all you want?" Desmond asked her, still with his ears flat against his crown. He twisted on his bottom and started to lean down. Alex was delighted he was giving in already.
"Nuh-uh," she giggled, and the power trip was just beginning. "I want to see your thing, too. Your-, your penis?"
"Oh, ga-a-awd," Desmond moaned, closing his eyes. Thunder rumbled, shaking the house, and he thought of how appropriate it was for this evil little girl. "I'm gonna go to prison."
Alex rubbed his head, petting his muzzle, stroking his pretty blonde hair. She pulled him in by the cheeks and made his lips bump her chest just off-center. "No you're not, I won't tell." She glanced at the TV - it showed a boring crime show like her parents watched - and then stared down at the top of Desmond's head. "Are you gonna lick me?"
"You're a messed-up girl, there's no way this whole night is worth thirty bucks." Desmond dragged his tongue across one of Alex's nipples, giving it just a shallow lick. Even that unenthusiastic slurp made the Vulpix croon, for her young body was easy to please and not yet jaded to sex. Hearing her make such a noise only nailed down how much Desmond hated himself.
Desmond licked again. He did it of his own volition, swearing to himself that he was only resigned to Alex's desires, but his tongue moved more freely. He drank her in, thinking the delicate smell of fur shampoo on her body to be pleasant. She was still young and pure enough not to develop the foulness of body odor, making her inoffensive in all but behavior.
"That feels really good," purred Alex. She slid her paws down her body and touched her groin gingerly. It wasn't often she masturbated and her gestures now seemed to be only a lure. It was appallingly obvious when Desmond's resigned eyes followed her progress and she touched herself more firmly. A push on her clit made her shiver, and she eased apart her legs lazily, baring delicate pinkness. "My last babysitter licked me down here."
The foxcoon whined. "Please don't make me do that, Alex. Please."
Alex touched Desmond's chin. Her meager scent clung to her fingertips and she deliberately dabbed his nose with them. She believed the way he flared his nostrils was a good sign. "Come o-o-on... he told me I tasted really good for a little girl. You already said you like me."
"First time in months a girl wants me and she's eight years old. It's not right."
She laughed sweetly for once. "You're funny. I think you might be my favorite so far." A smile firmly on her face, she sat back against the armrest, legs wide apart and delicate cuntlips on full display. She beckoned him in and tilted her head. "Come closer, please." With alarming authority she added, "Or I'll tell my daddy you were bad."
Although Desmond's face had so much white fur on it, there was still a pallor to his features. He dipped his head low, laying on the sofa awkwardly. He kept his face inches from the Vulpix's groin, feeling distinctly afraid of her young body, however alluring her maturity was. "You're gonna do that anyway, I just know it."
Alex was little, but her expression was an adult one when she said to the foxcoon: "If I get you arrested, it'll be a long time before daddy leaves me alone with another babysitter. You rea-a-ally think I want to have to go back to getting my brother to lick me?" She broke up this unchildlike delivery with a giggle so delicate that she covered her mouth to utter it. Worry and confusion marred Desmond's face. "Don't keep a lady waiting, I heard that somewhere. Come o-o-on!" And she grabbed him by the ears, one in each paw as if they were handlebars. She pulled him close, ignoring his timid squeak, bumping his cool nose just above the split of her pussylips.
Desmond lapped across her muff without a word. He was petrified of everything; Alex, prison, her parents, the possibility said parents might open the front door and find him face-down in their daughter's box. And yet he couldn't very well stop, not when (he liked it so much) Alex hadn't even begun to feel satisfied, and not satisfying her was the surest way to get himself made into some old con's girlfriend.
The fox licked so firmly up Alex's cunt that his tongue parted her lips. Promisingly, and soul-crushingly, the girl shuddered and bucked against his face. She crooned, "Oh, that feels good. You're already better than the last babysitter. His tongue was really short."
"Oh, kill me," Desmond moaned, Alex choosing that moment to pull him in tighter. The thunder outside was no matter to the little girl who thought only obliquely that Jamie would be frightened and that she should be there for him to talk to and hold. It was her time to be selfish, and she bucked eagerly into the babysitter's prettyboy face, grinding so her underage slice rubbed lewdly on his muzzle. Her wetness was mild, but appreciable.
"S-sometimes, when they lick me a lot," the Vulpix puffed, "it feels even better than this. It almost starts to feel like I'm gonna pee, actually, but it's not... not really like that." She giggled with a hint of wickedness. "I'm not gonna pee in your mouth."
Desmond muttered something, even he wasn't sure what it was, but it was an acknowledging sound. He wanted this to be done and over with so he could send Alex to bed, eat some more pizza, drink some more beer, and (jerk off in the bathroom while the memory was fresh) forget that this had ever happened and think up a whole bunch of excuses as to why he couldn't babysit Alex and Jamie anymore.
He lapped at Alex, each lick splitting the delicate, unfucked lips of her pussy. Her tightness precluded a real slurp inside but he could taste the virgin pink and feel the offensive, mature wetness, and his penis throbbed against the inside of his briefs. He had never been so ambivalent about anything in all his life. Even the time he'd fence-hopped into the Hockman Farmstead when he was sixteen and spent a few intimate hours with one of the Rapidash mares in the stalls wasn't such a guilty pleasure as this.
Like building the nerve up to confront an annoying guest elsewhere in a restaurant, Desmond told himself he was going to put an end to this in just a moment. Real soon, I swear, I'm gonna pull my tongue off this... little girl... and I'll send her to bed and just explain to her very muscular and fierce dad, as politely as I can, that yes, I did have my tongue on her muff for a little while but she forced me to do it. Yes, I'll do that right... now!
Desmond never did find himself with the balls necessary to defy Alex. Her moaning and cooing, which was gradually building towards ecstasy, undermined his attempts to psych himself up every time. And he knew he was licking her of his own choice: he was eating her, tonguing her clit, digging his tongue's tip into the virgin snugness of her box, and he couldn't blame that entirely on her.
"Oh god, ooh, jeez," Alex panted, flat chest rising and falling smoothly. She bucked into Desmond's face again, pulling hard on his ears and causing him quite a bit of pain for such a cute little girl. "Oh...!" She bit down on her lip and her young face became a grimace, an oh-face if Desmond had ever seen one. She yanked his ears inward and mashed his muzzle into her body. At that point she cared little about his tongue and just wanted to grind his snout against her cuntlips. Their smooth, thinly-furred flesh dragged luridly up and down his muzzle and brought her nearer to her climax in ten seconds than his tongue had in the past five minutes.
In the hall, feeling jealous but very turned-on, Jamie watched surreptitiously. His small, knotted cock jutted under his overlarge Batman t-shirt. He touched himself haltingly under the shirt, but had no idea how to masturbate; Alex always took care of it for him.
"Ooh gosh," Alex whined, feeling that awful, leg-crossing urgency worse than ever before, but where she expected to let loose and pee all over Desmond's grimacing snout, she experienced a vastly different and unexpected release. A small amount of wetness, just the most mild of squirts, gushed across the foxcoon's muzzle. She whimpered and squirmed, bucking while keeping an iron grasp on Desmond's ears.
Desmond smelled the release and his cock ached, begging for the young slice presently grinding against his muzzle. He hated that he wanted to bend her over and pop her cherry. He hated more than that the fact that he knew he wouldn't. If she hadn't had it popped yet, the shock and pain and blood would almost certainly send her screaming into papa's arms. But he thought about it, and he would think about it later when he recalled the event and shamefully masturbated. The lure of her cunt was so strong that he was hardly aware of the cartilage close to breaking in his ears.
Alex relinquished the babysitter and flopped back, head hanging over the armrest and tiny tits angled up at the ceiling like searchlights. She panted inelegantly, touching herself with curious fingers and hoping for the same sensation she had just experienced only to find that she was sensitive to the point of discomfort. "Wh-what was that? Oh my god, Desmond... you really are the best one."
The foxcoon sat back and dabbed at his muzzle with a thin napkin emblazoned with the local pizzeria's logo. It didn't draw much of Alex's juices out of his fur and he gave up after a minute. "All right," he said shakily, and was so frazzled he flinched when the thunder shook the house again. "You need to go to bed."
"Wait," Alex said, sounding tired. She straightened up and scooted closer to Desmond, kneeling at his side almost exactly as she had in the first place. "I still wanna see your penis. Show me."
Desmond frowned. "Or you'll--?"
"Tell daddy," she chirruped, delighted by his understanding. Her tails swished giddily. "I just wanna see it... and touch it a little..."
"You're not touching it," Desmond grumbled, unzipping and unbuttoning. He mashed his shoulder blades into the couch and lifted his bottom, then tugged down his jeans. His penis tented his briefs inoffensively.
Alex paid his words no mind. She was as adventurous as she was pretty, sporting her father's stubbornness. She grabbed his briefs once he settled back onto the seat and yanked them down in front, catching his cock on the waistband and strumming it. A grin split her face. "It's little! I think Jamie's is bigger." All this she said in a mortifying titter, but she leaned down close to it and purred, "Ooh, but it's really smooth... it doesn't have that bump at the bottom like his does."
"Okay, you saw it, we're done now," Desmond said, but Alex grabbed it. She had proven her grip on his ears, and she cemented it now on his cock, which pulsed in her grasp eagerly even if its owner was painfully reluctant. "Oh, god, Alex. Please stop, please."
"It's really warm," she cooed, beginning to stroke and squeeze. The technique struck Desmond even in his agitated state: she knew how to give a handjob. "And it's really leaky too. This stuff is always smelly, though."
Desmond knew he could have reached out and grabbed Alex's wrist. There was nothing an eight-year-old girl could do against a grown man - physically at least. And yet as Alex jerked him off, her little paw picking up speed, those small fingers closing perfectly around his unimpressive cock as if it were made just for her, Desmond knew he was lying to himself that it was the threat of daddy which kept him in line.
He touched her, but not with intent to stop her. His paw closed around her hip, which was yet featureless. He touched her bottom, which had a mild curve and nothing more. A deep, indulgent shudder passed through his body.
Alex smiled. "Some of the others touched my butt, too." She tugged greedily on Desmond's cock, not appreciating how the foreskin glided on the glans, neither cruelly understanding that his penis was particularly undersized. She liked Desmond, and she liked Desmond's penis by extension. "All the others pee this sticky white stuff after I do this to them. I think it's called cum, or something like that." She laughed sweetly. "Jamie can't make any. He just says it feels like he's gonna pee. I can play with his thing for hours, though. All my babysitters make me quit after they make their cum."
"Uh-huh," Desmond muttered, trying to sound polite. He traced his fingers along the curve of Alex's behind, then down her thigh and onto the couch. He found himself bucking much as she had bucked against his face. There was that familiar tightness in his balls, the clench in his ass, the electrified tingle in his cock. "I'm, um, I'm about to-..."
She beamed with delight, stroking him furiously. His precum made her fingers wet; the digits slapped on his penis, filling the air with the unmistakable noise of masturbation. "Does it feel good? Do you still like me, Desmond?"
Desmond found it hard to bullshit when he was on the verge. He nodded sheepishly. "I like you a lot. You're really pretty, Alex."
The Vulpix tittered girlishly. In a sudden burst of indulgence, she slopped her tongue across the head of his cock, and though she still found the precum to be foul-tasting and -smelling, the pleasured hiss Desmond made delighted her. "I like you too. You're the best babysitter ever."
As much as Desmond wanted to reply and tell Alex she was the finest piece of ass he'd seen, preteen or otherwise, there was no putting the pin back in his grenade. Grimacing, squirming, he erupted into her fingers, still masturbating him giddily. Just like his cock was small, so was his orgasm, but the ropes were stringy and fat, soaking into Alex's soft fur at once and weighing down the follicles. "Ooh, god, slow down, please slow down..."
With her first climax and resultant tenderness fresh in her mind, Alex gave into empathy and slowed, then stopped her tugging paw. She looked at her gooey fingers and uttered a tiny laugh. "Eeew, it's all sticky... this stuff is always so gross." Some part of Desmond hoped Alex was a true whore who would lick her fingers clean, but instead she took a few of the pizzeria napkins and started to wipe her fingers off.
When her digits were mostly dry, she smooched Desmond on the lips and cooed, "I'm going to bed now. I won't tell daddy, promise."
Desmond fell back into the couch and watched Alex go, her naked bottom swaying and her ragged shirt trailing behind her like a doll clutched by its hair. He turned to look at the TV and saw the forensic scientists in the lab were using semen found at the scene of a crime to track down a rapist. Desmond shamefully turned off the TV and reminded himself to keep his schedule open for Alex.