Scouts
First off, obligatory disclaimer. Not 18+, don't read. Don't dig the whole cub thing, don't read. I don't really care for e-mails and such telling me that they don't like cub/adult relations.
Second, I wrote this story years ago and posted it to a site for this kind of work. I just recently was told by someone close to me that they really liked this one and I should share it with others. I've decided to do so. I might actually go through this and rewrite it to suit my new outlook on writing, but for now, this is the unchanged version.
Enjoy
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Scouts
I sat bedside and handed my wife a tissue. "I don't think I can, Honey Bunny. I mean, I wouldn't even know how to handle that," I said as she blew her nose.
"Nonsense, the girls take care of themselves, you're just supervising. I've got a list of activities, and all the supplies you could possibly need. All you've got to do is make an example and help the girls out when they get stuck," she mumbled. "What could be easier?"
"I don't know," I said back-pedalling, "what do I now about girl scouts?"
"What's to know, William? They make crafts, do community services, sell cookies, and are all around delightful children to be around. Please William, this is as close as I'm going to get to having children of my own."
Damn, she was using her uterus against me. But, she had a point, we couldn't have children. Not for lack of trying, I'll tell you. "Alright," I moaned in defeat, "I'll be the stand-in den mother."
Sheila sat up and hugged me around my neck, "Thank you William, I know you'll look great in the uniform."
"Now wait just a cotton-picking..."
"Kidding," she said as she stroked my long, russet-colored ears. "I wouldn't make you wear the dress. Maybe the Scout Master's hat, though."
"I'm not wearing the hat, Honey Bunny, and nothing you can say will change my mind.
There I stood at the doorway with my ears sticking out the top of the hat. The cubs giggled lightly as they walked in through the door and introduced themselves. The only one that hadn't was a shy little bunny girl. I feel that she understood my pain, and I appreciated that.
Other than the giggling, they were a well-mannered bunch. Only six of them too. When the doorbell rang, I was worried I'd have been dealing with a whole warren of them. They filed in to the kitchen table after they introduced themselves. There was Amanda who was a ten year old cheetah cub. A dachshund named Jennifer, a Cockatiel chick named Becky, an Iguana named Maria, Jordan, the considerate young bunny, and Nefertiri, a Jackal.
Tiri, as she liked to be called, was the senior scout and my wife's helper. She was tall, even for fourteen, standing just below my chin. She had quite a set of manners. Called me sir and had herself a little speech about holding to her position within the troop and pledging to give me any and all assistance I deemed needed.
I thank her politely and watched her walk into the kitchen to take charge. Totally professional was the only way to describe her, she took her role very seriously. I imgained a great military career for her in the future as I walked in and took my seat between Jordan and Tiri.
"Children," I said, "The first project I have for today will be..."
"Excuse me, Scout Master," Tiri spoke up with her paw in the air.
"Yes, Tiri."
Her paw dropped back into her lap. "We've come to a concensus, sir. None of us got your name, sir."
"Where are my manners. My name is William, and it was a pleasure to meet all of you."
They exchanged sign language for a moment until Tiri continued, "Right, right. The girls and I have decided that it would be improper to adress and adult by his first name."
I appreciate the curtesy, but I insist girls, William will be fine," I said as I patted Tiri's shoulder. "Why, if I may ask, didn't you speak this aloud?"
"We thought it would be easier to talk interrupted. I appologize, sir," Tiri said as she lowered her ears.
"Quite alright, Tiri. I assume my wife taught you to sign?" I spoke.
"Yes sir, very well too."
I leaned back so they could all see me and signed, "Who do you think taught her?"
Jordan and Amanda giggled and Tiri signed, "Thank you for not interrupting us."
"Not a problem," I signed back as we all started laughing. That went on for awhile before I finally said,"Ok, ok, we have to get on with the project before we go to the park." Tiri quieted the girls as I continued, "Seeing as Mrs. Brockton is ill, I felt she might like some 'Get Well' cards. Hopefully, that might be able to get her up and about."
I laid out the maerials and got them started. They all worked diligently on their cards. Only Tiri wasn't making a card, moving around the table, helping the other girls. I asked her if she was planning on making a card, but she just smiled and said, "I'll make one at home and bring it by tonight, sir." Satisfied, I helped Jordan as I started work on my own. Over the general chatter, I heard Tiri speak. "Becky, could you switch seats with me? Amanda needs my help."
Becky moved next to me and Tiri took up her seat directly in front of me. We continued on our cards for a few minutes until I felt something touch my leg. It slid up my shin and stopped to caress my knee, gently massaging over its khaki-covered surface.
It reminded me of what Sheila would do when were out to dinner with her parents. She would slowly run her foot along my leg just like this to see if my speech would waver, then move up along my thigh.
Just as I thought this, the foot on my knee did just that. It slid sensually up my inner thigh, stopping just inches short of my cock. The attention didn't go unnoticed, my shaft expanding and pushing its way down my pant leg, lifting the toes and ball of the perpetrater's foot. I went to look down, but only saw a blur as the foot shot out of sight.
As the girls started finishing, I put them back to work on bead necklaces, saying that they could work on these until the others finished. Actually, it was to keep the girls from walking around and noticing my raging hard-on. I tried my best to figure out who could have been doing that until the last girls finished their cards.
"I understand that you have already been to quite a few of the parks around town. Which ones haven't you been to yet?" I asked.
"Independence Park is the only one we haven't gone to," Tiri said as she laid the cards out to dry.
I thought for a moment, then said, "They have a snow cone vendor there, right? If so, then let's roll ladies." They cheered and we made our way to my Suburban.
Independence Park has got to be my favorite park. Not inside city limits, so they didn't overly develop it. The running trail runs right through the woods, and very few of the trees were cleared to make room for the playground and parking lot.
I sent the girls off to find five animals and five plants that they normally can't see in the city. They hurried off down the trail quickly, Tiri bringing up the rear. "We'll be right back, William," she called as she went around the bend in the trail.
There was something different about her, like something changed during the car ride, but I couldn't put my finger on it. "You might want to look out for the jackal girl," said a voice from behind me. I turned to a beautiful, young, flame-hued vixen. "William Brockton?" she asked.
I stood and extended my paw, "And you are?"
She took hold and shook my paw heartily, "Morgan Lovely. Sheila called and said you might need my help out here today."
I smiled, finding humor in how her name fit her, "I appreciate you coming, but I'm not sure it was necessary. Tiri has been a great help to me today."
"I've noticed. Could we sit and chat while the girls are out?" I said yes and we sat on a nearby bench. "Tiri's in heat, you know."
"Forward, aren't you," I asked as I got comfortable on the hardwood bench. "How'd you know?"
"I was downwind of her as she walked off. That and the way she swayed her hips as she walked off was a dead giveaway. She must have come into season yesterday," she said, matter-of-factly.
"And how might you have known that?"
"If she had come into season any later, and even a rabbit such as yourself could have picked up her scent. She's in season, and I think she's got her eye on you."
"Oh man, I've got to get a female to watch them. Would you do it?" I asked as I stood.
"Hey, sit down you silly rabbit. You don't have to worry," she chuckled, "If she's anything like I was at her age, it'll take a week or so before she can't control herself. And a little longer before you lose your control."
I just stood there, "I thought you said I could have picked up her scent?"
She took hold of my tail and gently sat me down, laughing, "I meant you could smell it. It's not going to affect you for quite abit longer. You'd have to have gotten a nice, big whiff for it to get you right now
I sighed from relief, "That's fine then, I'll just ride home with the windows down."
She gripped her sides and laughed even louder, "No need for that either. You don't have much experience with a female's pheromones, do you?"
"Not really," I admitted, "I've been with my wife since I was old enough to like girls. She can't...well...er."
"Need not say more, Will. Can't be helped. But it would take a couple of hours for little Tiri to build up in the car. You'd have to, well, let me just say that if I were in her stage, we'd have to already be doing something so you could get close enough," she said. "Feeling any better?"
"You had me worried there for a second. I thought we shouldn't be alone or something. My wife told me that Tiri was my last drop when I took the kids home," I said, wiping sweat from my brow.
She started laughing again, "Afraid the poor little prey fur would get jumped by the big, bad, predator femme?" she said, which got me laughing. "You don't have to worry, Will. Only little vixens try to hump your leg. By the gods, I remember when I was her age. My parents had to lock me in the upstairs bathroom for a week."
"Wasn't that a little harsh?" I asked.
"Are you kidding? I tried to seduce my cousin, my brother, and then my dad while he was taking me to my mom," she said. "Wasn't that bad in there. They brought my meals up to me and I got to watch a TV that my sisters brought up. I also got to stay home from school all week."
"I can only imagine what my sister went through when I was twelve," I said. "My parents sent her to live with some relative for a month. She was totally different when she came back."
"I think I'll try the bathroom treatment on my daughter when she's old enough. Sounds like your parents sent her to live with puritans or something," she said chuckling. "Speaking of mating, do you and your wife still screw?"
"Oh gods yes. We hope everytime for a miracle child."
"Have you guys considered invetro?" Morgan asked.
"Checked it out, but she can't do it. Her overies aren't producing eggs that are developed enough to continue to form. Even if we get one fertilized, her womb is like a nuclear winter for them."
"Have you thought of someone carrying your child for you," came a voice from behind us. We turned to find Tiri standing there. "That's what my mother did. I'm not really my parent's biological daughter."
"Really?" Morgan said.
"I'm my mother's brother and his wife's child. They died when they were visiting relatives in Sudan," she said, not even hinting at any sign of sadness.
I was going to ask, but Morgan beat me to it, "Doesn't that make you sad?"
"No, my aunt and uncle are my parents, I'm their daughter. That's all that matters," she said. "May I have a seat?"
"I'm not so sure..." I started, but Morgan stop me.
She scooted over next to me, practically in my lap, and offered Tiri her seat, "Please, by all means, join us. You may indeed have something valuable to add to this conversation."
"Thank you," she said as she took a seat. "So, William, have you ever considered that option?"
"No, not really," I said, slightly embarrassed having this kind of conversation with a fourteen year old.
"You really should, it's an excellent option," she began with her hands in her lap. "I've considered doing that for someone. Repaying the world for my own birth, you know?"
Morgan just sat and looked at her for the longest time, then patted her on the shoulder, " That's a very grown-up decision you're making. I'm impressed." She started laughing then, "Maybe you could help the Brockton's out."
If not for my reddish-brown fur you could have seen me blush. I know she was kidding, but it still flushed my skin. Morgan was holding her legs, laughing like a hyena, when I just felt someone staring at me. I looked to my right, and there she was. I couldn't describe the look Tiri was giving me, kind of like she was examining my reaction and fearful of what she might find. A flash of my eyes seemed to be all she needed and she smiled as I looked back to the other scouts playing in the sandbox.
"She would have my child if I asked," I thought, "She would go through all the difficulties and the pain to bare a child that wasn't even hers."
Morgan slowly sat up and wiped an eye with a claw-tip, "You'd have to have a real talk with your parents, you know. This is a big responsibility."
"They know how I feel. I've been telling them ever since my first heat. They think it's a beautiful thing to do for someone and encourage me," she said. "I need to do this."
Morgan looked at me, very seriously, "So, you wanna talk to Sheila, or should I?"
I walked in the front door calling, "Honey, I'm home."
My wife called back, "How'd it go?"
"Great," I said, tossing my keys on the table and starting up the stairs. "The girls made you cards, then we went to the park. I had them find some plants and animals they couldn't find around here."
"That sounds wonderful. Did Morgan find you?" she asked as I stood outside.
"Yeah, wonderful lady. She asked about our prosepcts in having a child of our own and we talked a little about it."
"Oh," was all she said, but her tone told me she already knew.
"Yeah, then, believe it or not, Tiri sat with us and told us about a few other things we could try."
"Which was?" she asked.
I opened the bedroom door and stepped in, "Tiri wants to carry our child. I have a feeling you already knew that, though." Slowly I walked to the bed and sat next to her, "Morgan called, right?"
"Yeah, but we've all known a while longer about Tiri's wishes."
"How long?" I asked.
"Almost a year."
"Why didn't you tell her you were just barren? She thinks her plan would work. I told her that I'd talk to you, just so I didn't have to crush her spirits," I said, sitting and staring at her. "Why didn't you just tell her you had no eggs for that to work?"
"She already knows," Sheila said, laying back heavily on the pillows.
"Then why..."
"What was she supposed to do? Come right out and say, ' I want you to fuck me so you and your wife can have a child.' ? You'de have left the park then and there," she shouted.
I sat agast, "She couldn't possibly want that."
"Think, William, anything out of the ordinary happen today? All she does when she's here is watching you work in the backyard. She had to have done something to make her intentions known."
Speechless, that's what I was for the longest few minutes of my life. It was her; all the signs were there and I didn't see it. "Well," I finally said, "someone kept running their foot up my leg."
"Tiri wants to give us a child. She talked to me, she talked to her parents, youth councilors, everyone. She still wants to do it. If she's that determined to give us a child, I say let her," Sheila said, taking my shoulder and hugging me tightly. "I'm not going to push you to do anything, William."
I held her hands against my chest, "I'll have to think about it, but right now, I've got to start on our dinner salad."
"That's all we ask. Thinking about it is the first step," she said as I laid her back down.
I stood and walked to the door," If I do decide to do this, we can't do this how Tiri wants. We're doing it in a clinic."
"That's alright with me," she said as I closed the door.
I was just about to toss the salad when the doorbell rang, "Who the hell could that be?" I mumbled to myself as I put the tongs down.
I walked through the living room and opened the front door. Tiri stood there in a sleek black dress, just slightly darker than her fur. She wore a few gold stud earrings in each ear and ruby red lip stick. She looked twice her age, so very mature. "Mind if I come in, William?"
"Considering what I found out today, I'm not sure I should,"I said, taking her appearance in again. "Also considering how you're dressed, there's only one reason I can think of for why you want to come in."
She looked at me sternly, "I can give you four more reasons; 1.) I always dress like this unless I'm with the scouts, 2.) I've finished my card for Mrs. Brockston, 3.) I told my parents that I wanted to appologize to you for how I acted and it might take awhile, so they went for some dinner."
"And the fourth reason?" I asked.
"Your species native to New England?"
"Yeah."
"Mine's not, and I'm getting cold," she said.
I stepped aside, as she picked up a black bag and walked in. "I believe numbers 2, 3, 4 are true, but 1 was just way out there."
"2 and 3 should have been enough, William," she said. "Anyways, I come baring gifts."
"Yeah, that's right, the card," I said as she opened the sack. She handed it to me and I started opening it.
"Hey, that's for Sheila, I've got your gift in here too," she said, pointing at the bag. "Take that to Sheila, and you can have yours."
"I'm not sure I trust you enough right now for a 'surprise' gift."
"This dress is staying on unless you want different, ok?" she said, "Scout's Honor."
"I'll hold you to that," I said as I walked up the stairs. After a few short "ooo's" and "awww's", I was again on my way to the living room. I feared what I might find, but instead, I was ellated when I turned the corner t the foot of the stairs. "A black orchid!"
"I grow them. Very hard, but they're worth the work," Tiri said as I sat on the sofa in front of it.
"How'd you know they were my favorite?" I asked, staring at the glistening flower.
"I watched you in the garden and asked Sheila what you were planting. She told me about your love for them, but you had had no luck growing them," she said, taking the seat next to me. "Smell it, I know you've waited a long time to smell another one."
Slowly, I picked the gentle blossom up and breathed in deeply. The scent tickled my nose, but it wasn't quite right. The flower had more of a musky, spicy kind of scent, overpowering compared to wat I remember them smelling like. "There's something different about the fragrance."
Tiri scooted next to me, touching my leg gently, and pulled the petals back. The petals parted and exposed the stamen and pistals, "Here, try again."
I leaned down and smelled the flower's insides, as Tiri peeled it open with her finger. The musky scent was stronger here. "I'm sorry, Tiri. I must have lost my nose for them," I said, looking at Tiri, as if for the first time. "I still think they're beautiful...almost as beautiful as the young lady who grew it."
"Thank you," she whispered as she grabbed my ears and pulled me into a kiss. Surprise turned into lust as I started returning her kiss. Our tongues explored eachothers mouths as Tiri slowly moved to straddle my lap. She slid her paws down over my neck and shoulders, to gently caress my chest. Not to be outdone, my own paws glided up her thighs the cradle her taut, young ass. She moaned into my mouth and gripped both sides of my button-up shirt.
She broke off the kiss and licked down my neck. "Tiri, what are you doing?"
"I'm getting rid of this awful shirt," she mumbled as she bit one of the buttons off and spit it across the room.
"What's wrong with this shirt?" I asked as I watched two more buttons fly across the living room.
"Clashes with your fur," she said as the last three were bitten off and joined their friends in the corner. Slowly her paws moved lower and unfastened my khakis. She tugged them down, struggling to pull them out from under my ass. Finally, she'd pulled them out, under her, and past my knees. "William," she said, staring at my sheath, complete with half-risen cock, "I didn't know you went commando."
Slowly, I slid my hands under her and shallowly dipped my finger into her honey pot, "Look who's talking." She moaned deeply as she sat up straight and pulled her dress over her head, exposing her budding dress and nearly furless sex. "So, since you're a scout, botanist, and now a fashion expert, what colors should I wear?"
She reached around and tore my shirt from my back, pulling it down my arms. "Dark blues," she said as her paws slipped down to massage my emerging cock and ballsac, bring a deep moan from someplace deep within me. The idea of a young jackal fem having her way with me would have been enough to get me hard, but having her do it, I was as hard as granite in no time. "Forest greens," she moaned as she turned her back to me, sliding her wet cameltoe along my seven-inch tool.
I grabbed hold of her chest and pinched her nipples gently, "What else, Tiri?"
She lifted herself and pressed the head of my cock into her wet and quivering pussy. "Reds," she moaned as she pushed until I fetl her hymen. "But," she cooed as she leaned back and wrapped her arms around my neck, "you'd look best in black."
With that, she dropped, driving me through her virgin barrier and bouncing off her cervix when we hilted. I held her tightly against my chest as a tear rolled from her eye. I gently licked and kissed her neck, cooing soflty into her ear. Her claw-tips glided through my head fur, up, and through the velvety fur on my ears. We sat and teased eachother for what felt like and eternity before Tiri rose slightly, trying to ride me.
She slumped back against my chest suddenly, moaning deeply, "It's too much. You feel too good inside me."
"What?!" I said, taking her hips in my paws.
"If I start, I won't be at it for very long," she moaned. "I feel weak-kneed already. If I cum, I'll just fall over. What'll you do if I pass out before you cum?"
"Well," I said as I braced her against me, hooking my arms under her knees, "I'd probably do this." I hefted her up slowly, pulling everything but the head of my cock from her, then slowly letting her weight impale her on my rod as I let her down.
"Oh gods, William," she cried out as my head came to rest again against her cervix. "You're being so mean to me."
"You haven't seen 'mean' yet," I cooed as I started again. Her head rolled back and tongue escaped her mouth. A deep, grating moan issued from within her as my glans stretched her silky lips, threatening withdrawl. "Now this," I whispered, "is mean."
My arms dropped from support so that gravity caught her, slamming my shaft back into her. She howled in pain and pleasure as her ass hit my lap. I slowly picked her up again, her arms flexing and toes curling in anticipation. I slammed her back down, but finished with a series of short and quick thrusts. She screamed out as her muscles tightened around my shaft as she came.
Her body had seized around me, milking my cock. I strated about anything, everything, that might stave off my own climax. Luckily, the thought of my Aunt Margaret naked calmed me down. I held Tiri tightly against my chest as she panted, coming slowly down from her peak.
After what seemed like a lifetime, she turned her head and licked my throat, "My handsome bunny made me cum. Does Mr. Brockston want to cum?"
"Maybe later," I whispered as I gently pulled her off my cock. She whined when I set her next to me, but the gleem returned to her eyes when I got on my knees. "Paws and knees, puppy."
She did as I said and presented me a view of her gapping and drooling love tunnel. "Yes, my bunny," she moaned. I watched as my cock slid into her. She had already started tighteneing up again, so I had to grip her hips and thrust into her hard, We both grunted when I hilted and started to withdraw. I hilted in her again and squeezed her hips. She felt like heaven on earth.
No sooner had I stopped and closed my eyes, enjoying the squeeze of her tight, wet pussy, I felt something sharp tracing around my balls. I looked down, and saw Tiri's claw-tip tickling my balls. I let her do it as we both panted, until I figured out what she was trying to do. She wanted me to cum, far sooner than I wanted to. I thought for just a split second, then pulled an evil grin. Gently I trailed my right paw down her hip to stop and squeeze her ass. She groaned as I kneeded her cheek with my claws. I felt her pussy spasming ever so slightly and knew it was time. Simultaneously, I pulled my paw away and pulled my cock out to the head, then brought my thrust in hard. Her moans turned to a howl of ecstacy as my paw crashed down, spanking her ass. I started pumping my shaft deeper as her howls only got louder.
Multiple orgasms racked her young frame as I pulled my cock from her. I brought my paw down on her other cheek and her howl hit a key no singer could have hit under normal circumstances.Rubbing her ass gently, I watched as her juices squirted from her as another in a long string of orgasms hit her like a truck. Her arms buckled and her entire body fell to the couch cushions, tilting her sex up for my viewing pleasure.
I stroked my cock while she came down from her climaxes, waiting for my chance to dive into her and cum. Finally, her groaning and twitching stopped and I gently rolled her onto her back. Her eyes were closed, to tired to open them, and she wrapped her arms around my neck. Spreading her legs, I pushed my cock slowly inside. "Are you going to cum in your puppy this time?" she asked as she wrapped her legs around my waist, lifting her slightly off the cushions.
"Yeah, Tiri. I'm going to cum deep inside you," I moaned in her ear as I pushed balls deep in her.
"Make it quick, we've earned it," she cooed back. I suckled her neck as I gently started thrusting. I slowly reached around her to support her back as I lifted her off the cushions. I brought her up and met her with a passionate kiss, all the while speeding up my thrusts. We moaned into eachother's mouths everytime my head threatened to enter her womb. Soon, I was thrusting quickly into her, sucking harder on her neck as she bit mine, drawing small spots of blood.
Feeling my balls twitch, I put her down on the couch and put her feet on my shoulders. I pumped and moaned for a short time, slamming my cock in her deeper than before. My dick throbbed and pulsed as I thrust in as deep as I could, coating her insides with my hot seed.
Tiri reached up and pulled her claws along my rib cage as the final and most powerful orgasm of the evening hit her. She howled shrilly, her vocal cords trying to explode. Her rippling walls flowed and squeezed around me, milking me for all I had. I continued shooting rope after steaming rope of my cum, until I had not even the strength to hold myself up.
Completely drained, I pulled her to lay against my chest, cock still buried deep inside her. Her arms and legs circled around my neck and waist, so I cuddled against her as I could.
Just as I was drifting off to sleep, I felt a blanket drift across us. Weakly, I looked and saw my wife smiling at us, "I'm glad you made you decision."
I opened my eyes and looked around the living room. "What a crazy dream," I said to myself. I sat up, to wake up more, and heard someone cooking. "Sheila?" I called out.
"Morning, sleepyhead," she called back.
"What time is it?" I asked as I wiped the sleep from my eyes.
"11:30. I guess we all slept in," she said.
I got up and walked into the kitchen. Sheila stood over the stove making scrambled eggs. Another pan was going covered, putting out a smell I couldn't put to a particular food. "I had the weirdest dream last night."
"Really, what was it about?" she asked, opening the covered pan and putting it's contents out of sight.
"It's silly really. I drempt that I got someone pregnant so they could give us a baby." I laughed then, "So, what's that other thing you're cooking?"
"Bacon," she said as she started making a plate.
"Sheila," I said, "we're vegitarians, we don't eat meat."
"Our guest does, though," she said coolly.
"Who? What guest?" I asked as she pointed to our breakfast nook.
Tiri looked up at me, "A dream, huh? Well, I can't get mad, I thought last night was pretty magical too." Sheila walked over and set Tiri's bacon in front of her. I just watched her eat for a few minutes until she looked up at me. Taking a great fork full of meat and eggs, she smiled. "Bacon?"