A Boy, His Goo, and His Sister, Too
Foreword: I didn't have time to really proof read this, so hopefully it turned out well. Make sure to leave comments, vote, and all that jazz. :D
"Back so soon, Squirt?"
Ugh, thought the young fox as he walked back in the door and regarded his sister with menace at the use of his nickname. He'd been in such a hurry to get back to the park that he'd totally forgotten his older sister was currently bumming around the house between semesters at college. If he'd have remembered he probably would have had the goo creature, who he decided to call Geecee for short, stay in the forest until she left. She was already in the backpack he'd brought with him though, so no point in taking her back. The young fox had also decided the creature was a girl as much because it was pink as because he still refused to think of himself as gay or even bi.
"Why must you always call me that, Melissa?" he asked her as she lazilly looked through a magazine while laying on the couch. Melissa was a beautiful creature by anyone's standards. Her fur all nice and well kept from nose to bushy tail. Her body just the right hourglass shape with breasts nor waist nor hips being too thin or too wide. Her face alone though could get her any guy she wanted with just a wink from her soft eyes. Her brother was thankful she was family because he'd seen how some guys got around her and the power she held over them was kinda scary. And she loved to use her looks to her advantage. She didn't sleep around as much as people thought though, preferring just to tease the guys around her. Melissa was the cause of countless broken hearts and even a marriage.
Those sultry eyes turned the young fox's way.
"Because you hate being called that," she said with a grin.
"Grrrr. I'm going to my room," the little fox said and stormed up the stairs. As he left, something caught his sister's eye that made her watch him until he was out of view. Something pink...
All through the rest of the weekend, Melissa kept tabs on her little brother, when she wasn't hanging out with her friends. Needless to say, she didn't keep very good tabs, but once she over heard him moaning in his room about someone named... Geecee?
Monday came and Melissa felt it was the perfect time to do some snooping. Her brother would be at school and their parents at work. She had the house to herself. She had to frown however as she tried the handle on her brother's door, only to find it locked. Well that's strange, she thought. Despite her teasing, she and her brother loved and trusted each other, so they never bothered to lock the doors to their rooms. This revelation made her second guess what she was doing.
Her curiosity got the better of her though as she went to her room and retrieved a key she'd kept since she was little and more suspicious, the black cloud of guilt hovering over her the whole time. She took a deep breath, rationalizing what she was doing by reminding herself that he wouldn't find out unless she told him and if he happened to be hiding something dangerous he'd be better off anyway. And so she pushed her guilt aside and opened the door to find...
Nothing out of the ordinary.
Well, she thought, nothing yet. She took a closer look at everything, opening drawers and looking in his closet, careful not to disturb any of his things, but finding nothing unusual and certainly nothing pink. Scratching her head, she wondered if he took it to school with him. But then, why would he bother locking his room?, she reasoned. Does he not trust me anymore because of something else I did?
She was about to leave, but then turned around and glanced back at the bed. She'd forgotten to look under it. Taking a deep breath, as this was about the time the monster in the movie would jump out and get her, she slowly got on all fours and peaked under the bed...
She got a big wiff of some smelly socks that made her cough, but nothing strange. Nothing pink.
Did I imagine it? she wondered.
Suddenly she gasped as she felt something brush the back of the shorts she was wearing. She looked over her shoulder to see that it had been the tentacle of a pink, blob like creature that was currently emerging from one of the pillows.
Her eyes go wide in fright and she starts to scream, but she only got as far as sucking in air as the tendril at her rump was faster, almost instant stuffing her muzzle and muffling her cry. The rest of it followed, the bulk of the creature landing on her back and pinning her to the floor as she struggled. The creature had caught her totally off guard however as it quickly flowed around her shoulders and up her arms, pulling them back behind her in moments with surprising strength. Her legs were next as the creatured flowed behind her thighs and then latched onto her ankles, pulling her into quite the compromising position with her head and knees on the ground and her rump in the air.
Her heart pounded in her chest as she whimpered and sobbed, silently begging the creature to let her go. Her eyes widen again and she sobs harder as the creature reaches under her t-shirt and begins to fondle her furry breasts. She silently begs and pleads with the creature to stop and let her go. Wondering if it could hear her. Wondering if it cared.
The creature took it's time, gently squeezing the vixen's mammaries and tugging or rubbing her sensitive nipples. Melissa knew this creature was violating her and wanted it to stop. But a nagging thought in the back of her head grew and quieted her sobs which slowly became grunts and moans of pleasure. The creature was making her horny. In truth, despite her early resistance, she was really beginning to enjoy what was happening. Why? It was only then that she realized she was enjoying it not so much because the creature was good, in fact, it seemed to be an expert in breast fondling. No, she was enjoying it because she wasn't the one in control. All her life men had been putty in her paws. Now she was in a position where things were out of her control and it excited her.
Immensely.
She began moaning deeper and deeper as the creature played with her chest, making her sex moisten and a distinct smell of sex fill the air. Like a drug, it made her beg the creature to continue and she even begins to suck on the portion of the creature that filled her muzzle, lusting for more.
Noticing and not to mention smelling that the female was being more receptive, it slipped part of itself past her upturned tail and down inside her panties.She moaned and sucked harder in an attempt to relay to the creature to keep going. It needed no further enticing however as the tendril branched in two and plunged right into her tail hole and damp sex respectively.
Melissa's eyes rolled back in her head as she moaned like she never had before, orgasming almost instantly and again soon after as the creature pumped in and out of her warm folds, her tail hole, and her muzzle all while fondling her chest. She quickly lost track of how many times she orgasmed and lost track of herself as the creature brought her to sexual highs she'd never before thought possible again, and again, and again...
The young fox sighed as he came home and tossed his bookbag on the floor.
"Melissa, when's dinner?"
"Ooooohhh!" came the reply from up stairs.
"Sis?"