Please call the babysitter
#1 of Please Call The Babysitter
Alright, this is my endangered species contest submission. I hope you enjoy it!
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" Please call the babysitter!"
by
Xiuh
Endangered Species Contest
I looked into the mirror combing my black and white fur down carefully so that it looked nice. Today was the day that I was going to tell my absolutely HOT tiger babysitter that I had a crush on him. I was nine years old and was a Great Panda.
I was chubby, but not overweight for my age. My species generally had a lot of fat on us. My eyes were what got most people. They were gray, as if I was blind, but I could see perfectly. In fact, I could see better than most people. Most people said they were cute, and I was hoping that my fourteen year old babysitter thought so too.
"Peter!" my mom called from downstairs, "Simon is here!"
That was my babysitter, Simon, and I eagerly got dressed before bouncing down the stairs, smiling widely at the fourteen year old. He smiled and said, "Well, someone's full of enthusiasm."
I smiled and said, "Just excited. You said you'd teach me how to make cookies today."
"I did didn't I?" he said, smiling, "Of course, it has to be alright with your mother and father."
My mom laughed and said, "If you want to teach him how to make cookies, go ahead."
My father sighed and said, "Always leaving me to lay down the law." He shook his head before continuing, "Emergency numbers are on the fridge, as always, it's supposed to rain and there were people hinting at a tornado, so listen carefully. We might not be back the time we said we would be, so for any extra hours we will pay you. And don't let him eat to many of those cookies, and his bedtime is still ten."
I groaned softly but Simon smiled and said, "You can count on me. I'll enforce those rules like none other."
He grinned and said, "Good."
"Remember about those emergency numbers," my mom said, "and I have something ready in the fridge for dinner, you just have to heat it up."
Simon put his arm on my shoulder and rested my head on his arm. "Don't worry," he said, "I'll take good care of Peter."
She nodded and then got down to my level, hugging me and kissing my cheek. "Be good for Simon."
"I always am," I said, giving her my best 'I'm an angel and couldn't do anything wrong' look.
"Mmhmm," she said.
My father, however, chuckled and said, "Yeah, sure ya are."
"Bye!" I said as they opened the door.
"Bye," my mom said, dragging out the y and waving.
As soon as the door closed I jumped in front of Simon and smiled up at him, "Come on!" I said, "You promised!"
He grinned and said, "Yes I did." I pulled him into the kitchen and he smiled and started to get out everything we would need. He pulled a chair up to the dining room table and I got onto it, on my knees. He smiled and said, "Do you want to crack the eggs?"
"Yes!" I said eagerly.
He smiled and I picked up one of the eggs and was about to hit it on the side of the bowl but he stopped me. "Hold on a sec there," he said. He took my paws and moved the egg so that I was holding the edges. "Tap it lightly against the side of the bowl until there are small cracks," he said.
I tapped it a few times and he smiled and said, "Now use your thumbs to open the egg by pressing in on that dent and then pulling it apart."
I nodded and pushed my thumbs into the egg and pulled it apart over the bowl and grinned when the yolk came out. He clapped my shoulder and smiled, "Good job." He cracked the other one and then put the mix in before using the mixer on it.
He put a cookie sheet on the counter and said, "Do you want to help me roll it?"
"Yes!" I said.
I took a glob of dough and rolled it into a ball before putting it onto the cookie sheet. He smiled and said, "That was perfect."
My little stump of a tail started to wag slowly. He smiled and we finished rolling the doe into balls and then he put the cookies into the oven. "So!" he said, "we have thirty minutes until the cookies are done, what do you want to do?"
I smiled and said, "There's something that I wanted to tell you."
He looked at me curiously and nodded and said, "Alright, tell me in the living room."
We walked into the living room and sat down on the couch. He put his arm around me and said, "What did you want to tell me?"
I leaned into him and said, "I wanted to..." I had had the idea of telling him in my head for weeks now and now that the time was upon me I was nervous. "I wanted to tell you..." I gulped and took a deep breath.
"What did you want to tell me?" he said, smiling.
"I wanted to tell you that I had a crush on you." I blurted out, blushing as soon as the words were out.
He blushed and looked away, his arm leaving my shoulders. He looked at me and then down and then he smiled and said, "Well, that's good to know. Now I know why you're always so excited to see me."
My smile was renewed and my tail thumped against the couch. I leaned into him and said, "You're cute."
He chuckled and said, "I think you're cute too."
I put a paw on his groin and said, "Do you like me?"
"Of course I like you." he said.
"Do you LIKE like me," I said.
He hesitated and sighed and said, "I do," my hopes grew before he continued, "but you're too young."
My heart sunk and I said, "No I'm not!"
He shook his head and said, "You are. Five years is too many years for me. And you aren't even over ten yet. It's too large of a gap."
I pouted and said, "So? We both like like each other. Isn't that enough."
He sighed and said, "I wish it was but..." I cut him off, getting onto my knees and pressing my lips to his, much like I had seen my dad do to my mom, or my sister to her boyfriend before she went off to college.
I panted when I pulled away and he was panting too. "Peter, don't do that aga..."
I pressed my lips to his again, taking it a step farther this time by pushing my tongue into his muzzle. He easily pushed it back out, but in doing so he pushed his tongue into my muzzle. I sucked on his tongue, not letting it get back into his own muzzle until I ended the kiss.
He took a deep breath of air and only allowed me one before forcing me back onto the couch and pressing his lips to mine again, and instead of doing one long kiss he did a series of shorter kisses, his paws roaming under my shirt and pulling it up. The next time he pulled back for a breath he pulled my shirt off and ran his paws through the fur on my chest, stopping to rub my chest, making me murr softly.
He scratched through my fur as he came back and kissed me again. It was really warm now, both of our bodies letting out musk. I had never smelled anything like this before but suddenly my sheath was tingling and I only wanted to please Simon. Nothing else in the world would make me happier.
His paws slipped to my waistband, snapping the button on my pants and pulling them down and off, rubbing his nose against my white undies, smelling deeply before slipping them off too. He nuzzled my groin, licking my small, immature sheath and balls.
I stopped him and took his shirt off, rubbing my paws through his fur like he had done for me, burying my head into his fur and taking a deep breath of the musk that was rolling off his body. I shuddered and then slipped down, unbuttoning his pants and pulling them down. He stepped out of them and I buried my head into his groin, sniffing deeply and letting out a soft moan.
The musk was more concentrated near his groin, and it was the pure essence of pleasure to smell it. I went to pull down his boxers but he stopped me and said, "Wait, I can't do this with you. Your nine! You shouldn't even KNOW about this stuff yet."
"I saw my sister and her boyfriend." I said, blushing. "Please? I really want to do this for you."
He looked down at me and then sighed, resting back into the couch. His self control was gone, I knew, and I grinned as I eagerly pulled his boxers off, inhaling the fresh wave of musk that came with it, and gave a shudder. I lowered my head to his groin, licking his balls and my eyes widened at the taste.
It wasn't bad, but it was odd. I loved it. I licked up his balls and then up to his sheath, my tongue steadily approaching where his cock was starting to poke out of his sheath. He moaned softly and I quickly took the tip of it in, locking my lips around it in an airtight seal.
I slowly started to lower my head onto Simon's cock, his currently softened barbs scraping softly at my tongue as I lowered my head past them. He scratched behind my ears and moaned softly, "So far so good, Peter."
I would have been smiling if I wasn't so intent on lowering my muzzle to the base of his cock, swallowing all the salty-sweet pre that flowed from his tip. I was halfway down when his tip hit the back of my throat, and it made me gag. He pulled my head off of his cock and said, "Be careful. I don't think you can take all of it."
I pouted and said, "But I can!" I instantly lowered my head again, taking his tip into my muzzle and lowering to the point where it hit the back of my throat last time, and carefully, I lowered my head more, swallowing as I did so.
It went past without an issue, as long as I kept swallowing. It felt good, to please Simon like this. His moans and unbelieving words of encouragement only made me happier. I started to bob my head, using my tongue to find all of his sensitive spots and then focusing on them, trying to get him close to his climax.
I continued to bob my head, tasting his musky member, until he stopped me, pulling my head off of his cock. He smiled and picked me up sitting me down on the couch and then raising my legs so that my ankles rested on his shoulder and my tail hole was revealed to him.
I knew what was coming next, and I smiled and said, "I'm ready for you to take me."
He lowered himself so that his body was resting lightly on mine, his member poking just above my tail hole. "Are you sure?" he whispered quietly into my ear.
"I'm absolutely positive," I said, smiling at him.
He used his paw to position his cock at my tail hole and then he pushed his lips onto mine, forcing his tongue into my muzzle, raping my much smaller muzzle with his tongue. As he distracted me with the kiss he penetrated me, his cock popping into my tail. I gasped into the kiss and he stopped, pulling back and panting. "Are you still sure?" he asked me again.
"I'm still positive," I said, shifting slightly. "Keep going. Please."
He sighed and then bent back over me, pushing more of his cock into me, using his weight and gravity to force it deeper. He kissed me again, both of us moaning into the kiss as he sank deeper and deeper. There was pain, but not much. He was gentle, very gentle, and he took it slowly, not forcing anymore than he thought I could take.
When he was halfway in, he reversed, pulling out slowly and then pushing back in, going farther this time and then pulling out once again, following that rhythm until he was hilted inside of me, and I was panting and gasping for breath.
He looked at me in concern and said, "Are you alright?"
I smiled and said, "I've never felt better."
He sighed in relief and said, "Tell me when you're ready for me to go."
I smiled and said, "You can go now."
He nodded and then rested his head on the top of mine, letting me grip his fur in my paws as he started to pull out, thrusting back in as soon as he was halfway out, and then pulling out farther. He started to thrust quicker, changing his angle so he hit my prostate, making me moan into his chest fur.
"Harder!" I moaned, "Please! Harder!"
He complied, speeding up his thrusts, pounding my tail hole like there was no tomorrow. He lowered his muzzle until he could bite down on my neck as he thrust, the thrusts becoming awkward because he had bent his back.
He let go of his mating bite and said, "Oh god Peter! I'm going to cum!"
He groaned as he hilted inside of me, biting onto my neck again, roaring around it as his barbs flared, catching on my insides as his seed spilled into me. I roared along with him, if not as loudly, as my immature member throbbed in my first ever dry orgasm.
When his member had stopped throbbing, he collapsed on top of me and sighed as we enjoyed the after glow of our orgasms. "I love you." I said quietly.
He stroked the side of my cheek as he pulled out of me, just as the timer on the oven beeped. "I love you too," he said smiling, "now that I'm back in control of matters, I'm going to pull the cookies out of the oven, and then we're going to clean up before your parents get home."
I smiled and said, "Ok."
The rest of the night went smoothly, a storm rolling in and the reassuring pitter patter of rainfall was my lullaby, with the added sound of Simon's heartbeat. "I love you," I whispered.
I fell asleep after he said, "I love you too," one more time.