Florina: The Early Years (Chapter 2)

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#2 of Florina: The Early Years

The second chapter, which was written before the first chapter, but still takes place after the first chapter. What in tarnation was you doing, former me?! Things are slowly escalating as Florina finds new ways to tease Tom, and her interest in detectives is finally starting to show!


I gave Florina's bedroom door a few knocks after my parents dropped me off at her place. Her parents always left the two of us on our own unless we broke something, so I'd happily skipped and jumped my way up the stairs without anyone blocking my path! However even after I knocked there was silence. I waited a little longer, knocked again, before giving up on waiting and turning the door handle. I may have expected her to jump out in front of me and scare me; one of her many little tricks! But once the door swung open she was nowhere to be found, and it's hard not to find a bright-pink bunny in a small, well-lit room!

Sitting in the middle of a room was something interesting though! A big, big box, big compared to me anyway! It had been left in the middle of the room, shortest-side up, longest-side across the floor. I glanced left, I glanced right, and then I wondered why I was acting so suspicious. Up on my tippy-toes, I quietly brought myself over to the strange delivery. The immediate side before me got a poke but nothing else. I circled around it, hoping to find clues without having to open the thing. It wasn't mine after all! Along the side, nothing. Along the top, nothing. Once I was at the other end however things all started to click together.

A hint of bright pink, clear as day, was pressed up against a hole hopelessly carved into the box's exterior. A small amount of worry formed in my tummy as the circular-ish porthole came into view. Just what was she up to now? And why did it involve hiding in a box? The idea that she was doing it to jump out and scare me was easily pushed aside as I walked up to it; she had plenty chance already! Once I was peeking into that crudely-cut hole I could see just what she was up to. Before that broad opening was another broad opening, one Florina had treated me to before! She had once shown me in elaborate detail, with her legs spread wide, the difference between a girl and a boy. The detail on show now however was common to both of them, a tight little patch of pink up between her butt.

I gulped, a loud gulp that had been building up in my mouth. Before I could even try and hazard a guess, I felt my willy stiffen up hard inside my shorts. With a tent nice and formed, my thoughts were far less privy to enquiry and a lot more interested in one simple thing: Florina's butt. Another small glance around to make sure no one was setting me up for something was in order, then I pushed down on my shorts and underwear, peeling the pair of them into a heap on the floor which was soon stepped out of. The cold air along my hard willy made me almost shiver, giving it a quick curious look over. Florina had said it was cute and small, just like me! My chest swelled with pride at the recollection, before I remembered that Florina was still right here, in front of me.

Likely, Florina was planning to tie this into some form of play - everything had been about detectives since a couple months ago. But since it was fun, it was fun! I'm not going to complain! Taking that into account I surveyed what options were available. She'd likely want me to leave a trail of clues, right? But how, if she is in a box... It wasn't until I was on my knees behind the box, stroking between my legs at the sight, did I realise at least two forms of evidence I could use! One I needed anyway, Florina once gave me a mighty telling off for forgetting it once! She'd sat on a bag of ice the day after, scowling all the while.

I crouched down near to the floor and offered it up to her, pressing the tip of my muzzle up to the hole-in-a-box. I was tempted to take a sniff now that the soft, near dangerous flowery scent of a girl was surrounding me, but I managed to weigh my options as I remembered just where I was sticking my nose and considered it a bad idea! Then again, if that was the case, the whole plan was a bad idea... With a shrug, and a temporary disregard for reasoning, I pushed the rough spade of my tongue out and brushed it across Florina's "pucker", as she liked to call it. It squeezed up, which I had learnt before was a good thing. Using my hands on the edge of the box to support me, I pushed forwards and gave another lick, slowly up across its wide outline. I'd need more than that if I didn't want to be on the end of Florina's wrath, so I let my drool flow free along my tongue to be lapped up between the pink fluffbutt. My willy began to ache as it awaited below. I took a hand away just so I could pump at it, keep it in order. It was already dribbling a sweet water and twitching under my touch, a reminder of how close I was. I could only slobber a few licks more up between my friend's butt, before I caved in and climbed onto the box.

This involved the next form of evidence, of course! But all I cared about as I scrambled above the box, hips thrusting for a target while my arms sought grip, was that unending ache and where to stick it. Small as that hole was, and as small as the needle I was trying to thread through it, it was a tough time to find it as I aimlessly humped the box. I nearly gave up hope, but the potential result of my perseverance hung dear in my mind. I thumped the box a couple times more, the latter bringing with it relief. Instead of my willy banging up against the box again, it slipped up against something soft and slippery. Bullseye! Straightening out my boyhood with a paw, I encouraged it forwards with the weight of my body. The opening resisted me, squeezing up against the tip, but I knew it had to go in. I pushed and pushed... until with a great relief, the grip folded around me and I slumped into Florina's familiar butt.

It had always felt similar to those Chinese finger trap things people brought to my class. Even the first time, when Florina encouraged me to press my finger in there, I thought it was a trick when I struggled to pull it back out! That same sensation, the tight coiling around my willy as it tried any retreat, had become something I missed when I was at home. My paw just couldn't match it! When my family jewels finally met the inside of her parted cheeks I sunk forward, in dire need of a rest. That was something new, too. Trapped inside her contraption, Florina couldn't bounce against me. I was so used to her big butt bouncing against my lap whenever we played that I didn't even know she could be so still. Though the way her hole squeezed and relaxed around me made it clear she wasn't so happy being left to my pace!

The aching between my legs eventually came back during my rest, something I worked away with a rough, unbalanced thrust. The squeeze that met me as I'd pushed back in forced me to remember why I had taken the rest in the first place. Already my knees were shaking and my toes were curling, I never could enjoy this for long. Content with my fate, I curled my paws into fists and bucked against the box again. Feeling the spit subside as I divided my friend's butt led me into a false sense of security that I could go as quick as I wanted. The thrusts that were persuaded from me were quick and sharp, each making my willy throb. I felt a familiar loss of control well up through me as I slapped the box with my hips, just a little more, a little more! My muscles contracted at last and forced the air out of my lungs in waves, shuddering through my voice. I even squeaked a little as pleasure shot from my willy, wasting all of my evidence inside. I remained locked in that seizure for just a moment, feeling a wet sticky heat form from where I buried in, before I softened up like a pillow and landed on the floor by the box's side.

I was just about to consider a nap as I lay there, staring at the ceiling. As good a time as any! But my rest abruptly subsided when the box at my side was suddenly launched up into the air! Revealing the pink furball beneath it as she jumped up proud, "There's a mystery afoot dear Watson! A closed-room crime! Help me find the evidence!" I couldn't have rolled my eyes harder than I did then. So that's what it was.