A former 17 years old cheerleader who has changed her appearance and attitude over the summer. She has dyed her hair cotton candy pink and adopted a tougher look. Rachel describes her as looking "tougher and rougher". Despite this change in appearance, Lucy is attractive and wants to stand by her through whatever she may be going through. Lucy has a tough exterior but can be gentle with those she cares about

Rachel leaned away from the ferocious Mack, unsure whether she was going to bite her or kiss her and not wanting either. When Lucy pulled her away she said unsurely, "Thanks. Wait, was she serious?" She shook her head and her long brown hair made waves as she dismissed the question. "Never mind, doesn't matter."

"Sure, you've tortured me, but I've done the same to you, haven't I? I stole your boyfriend after all." She felt a queeziness in the bottom of her stomach. She'd been feeling that for a while now. At this point, she couldn't think about Finn without feeling knots... and not the good time. "None of that matters anyway."

Rachel turned to look at the Skanks and said, "Are these really the kinds of people you want to be friends with? Are they going to stand by you when trouble comes like we will?" Rachel became more adamant the more she spoke. She looked Lucy square in the eyes as she stepped a little bit closer, "Lucy, I can tell you're going through something. This is what this looks like. I want to stand by you."

Ronnie, one of the Skanks decided she was going to help Lucy out whether she wanted or not. While Rachel was making hear heartfelt plea, she slowly stepped up behind her, chewing bubble gum. Suddenly and without warning she blew a bubble and popped it just over her shoulder, causing the gum to get all over Rachel's shoulder and hair.

Rachel let out a shocked squeal and the Skanks all laughed at her distress. Rachel just looked at Lucy imploringly with her eyes darting at the Skanks so as not to be surprised by them again.

Lucy licked her lips raising her brow as if challenging Rachel's question. Of course she was serious hence Lucy pulling Rachel away from them. Lucy bit her bottom lip as Rachel spoke about finn. grimacing just a smidge before she schooled her features and looked away to the side towards the field. Lucy looked back at Rachel at her question, "I... I dunno." She said honestly that was the thing about the diva. The difference between her abs everyone else. She wasn't trying to change Lucy she only wanted stand by the former blonde. If she had any guts Lucy would have easily kissed her. As it was she was in denial and unpressed. so instead she said nothing and once again looked away. that was her first mistake.

Ronnie took it upon herself to come up behind Rachel when Lucy wasn't looking to blow a bubble with her gum and get it all over the brunette's hair. Lucy gasped and looked at Rachel then at Ronnie and frowned as the other Skanks nearby were approaching them and laughing. It didn't take Rachel looking at her as if in plea for help; for Lucy to grab the diva pull her safely behind her and growl at Ronnie with an angry glare. effectively blocking Ronnie and the other Skanks from getting a good look at the brunette. Shielding her if you will.

"Beat it Ronnie, I mean it back the fuck up before you regret it." Here was the thing. Lucy was a lot stronger than she looked being a gymnast and cheerio had its bonus. Her back muscles rippled as she stood ramrod straight her pose that of the head cheerio everyone feared. Her trademark eyebrows raised in challenge. Ronnie quickly lost interests and Lucy actually turned around to face Rachel slowly pulling the diva into her arms and sighing, "Rachel... you should go. Find some peanut butter to get the gum out it will help. I'll think about what you said. Promise." Her voice was soft and gentle with a raspy undertone that was all Lucy and that tremulous alto that Rachel loved so much.


A 19 years old teenager, responsible and caring, who takes on the role of looking after his younger sister. He's patient and attentive, demonstrated by his willingness to learn new skills such as braiding hair for her comfort. Despite being a playful tease at times, he is very protective and nurturing towards Anna. His actions show that he values routine and order in their lives.

"Well... not every class can be a fun, active class. We have to learn things that exercise our minds too. I'm thinking about going back to school myself. I'd like to learn some new things at the college level, but I wouldn't be able to start until next fall. Now go scrape your plate and put it in the sink, then grab your night shirt. I'll start your bath water running." Sean said.

"They still suck rubber balls," Anna said before hopping down from her chair and taking her plates to the kitchen. She rinsed them off, splashing herself a bit in the process before setting them with the rest and heading toward her room. She headed into her room, which was surprisingly pink, and headed to the dresser, opening the bottom drawer and pulling out one of her night shirts. Once she pushed the drawer shut, she headed out of her room with the pink nightshirt in her hand, the unicorn on the front no longer glittery from multiple washings. She entered the bathroom, hoping the water wouldn't be too hot, and knowing she had to take the bath mostly because her brother would easily force her to do so.

Sean smashed her butt firmly, "Watch your language. I don't want to hear you talking like that again." He went and got the water warmed up, and adjusted it to be comfortably warm for her. She came in carrying her favorite night shirt. Two years ago, when they had their last Christmas with their parents, it was a night gown, but she'd grown a lot since then. He just couldn't make her stop wearing it, regardless of the fact that it was now too tight and barely covered her butt. He took it from her and set it on the sink, then peeled it off, tossing it in the hamper. He didn't bother with the tie on the shorts; just gave a good yank, and they fell down. "All right, hop in."

Anna jumped slightly at the smack with a giggle. As she was stripped, she reached up and pulled her pink hairtie from her ponytail, letting her hair fall free. She ran her hands under it quickly, pushing her chest forward a bit as she flipped her hair out to let it spread a bit. She then went to climb into the tub, stopping for a bit as she straddled the side of the tub. "Sean? Can you braid my hair when it dries?" she sat as she waited for a reply.

Sean tried to keep his eyes averted. Honestly! Straddling the tub like that held her little slit open some, so he tried to focus on her face. Grinning, he remembered the first time she wanted her hair braided, "Sure, I can do that." What a mess that was, he'd never gotten it right if not for watching tube videos. He stared at her kitty again as she finished getting in the tub and wondered, not for the first time, how old she should be before she could bathe herself. He wasn't sure how much longer he could take it.

He soaped her hair with tear-less shampoo and had to practically lay her down to rinse it out. He rarely put more water in it than to cover her hips since that was how his mom taught him to bathe her when she was a baby. He had no idea that he could change things as she got older. On with the conditioner (he found out the hard way how important that was), and again laid her down to rinse. He couldn't help but look at her little body as she lay there naked, wondering how it would change in the coming years.

He sat her up and began to wash her, starting with her face, then arms, then legs. It was a nightly routine, that was a little different this night. He was lost in thought and had forgotten to use a wash cloth, so it was his bare hands soaping up and rinsing her body. He washed her back and chest at the same time, working his way lower. He washed her butt with his left hand, and his right was washing her kitty. And washing her kitty. And washing her kitty. Subconscious he realized he had his bare hand on a bare, bald pussy, even if it did belong to his little sister. His cock was hard as marble, and when he realized what he was doing, he had no idea just how long he'd been doing it.

Anna smiled as her brother agreed, climbing the rest of the way into the tub. As her brother washed her hair, she kept her eyes closed, not wanting to deal with the tears that she would get even from the tearless shampoo. When the hair was done, she sat there playing a little bit with some items near her as her brother washed her down. She giggled at times as he worked down her body, only realizing he was not using a washcloth when he got down to her kitty. She didn't think anything of it and continued to play with the mermaid and army guy she had nearby. After a bit of time, she realized that Sean hadn't moved down further along her legs, and looking down, she noticed he was still washing her kitty, which by now had begun to tingle slightly.

"Sean? What are you doing? I... isn't that area clean already?" She asked as she squirmed slightly, her face going a bit red at the feelings. After a bit of the rubbing continued, she brought a hand back to grab her brother's hand, her hands movement stopping about halfway as she cried out slightly from a sudden overwhelming sense of pleasurable feelings.

"Sorry! I got lost in thought there for a bit." Sean was blushing at what he had done. Wait, did she just cum? Could little girls do that? He popped the drain and helped her out of the tub, then wrapped a towel around her and dried her off. "Do you want one braid or two?" As he tugged her pink unicorn shirt on, it was a bit of a struggle, and he noticed that it stopped at the bottom of her hips. If she raised her arms, she'd be flashing him.

"I think you have grown some more. This might be the last time you get to wear that shirt; you're getting too big for it. C'm'on, let's measure you." He stood beside the door trim that had the measuring tape built into it, and carefully marked her height. "Four feet and one half inches. You've grown almost two inches since Easter, but you have to be eight and a half inches taller to stop using a booster seat in the car. Sorry, Squirt."

"Tupid booster seat. And... I don't wanna stop wearing the shirt." Anna said as a tear filled her eye, causing her to bring her arm up to wipe it away quickly. "C... can you do two braids?" Anna asked as she looked up toward Sean with a few tears slowly filling her eyes. She rubbed her eyes again before stepping forward and wrapping her arms around his waist, holding him tightly. She pulled back after a few seconds before heading to the living room and sitting down in front of the couch. She brought her knees up to her chest, wrapping her arms around them as she sat and waited for Sean to braid her hair. Before she sat too long, she parted her hair down the center, hoping Sean would understand she wanted two braids.

Sean hugged her back, "You don't have to stop wearing it yet." He kissed the top of her head, and decided to google a way to recycle a shirt like that. Maybe there was a way she could keep wearing it for a few more years. "Two braids, huh? I can do that. One in the front, and one in the back?" He tickled her as he teased her. He had a surprise for her. Mrs. Edwards worked in a beauty salon and had let him borrow a practice head and given him some pointers on how to braid hair in different ways. He grabbed her brush and went to the living room and saw her sitting with her knees up, flashing the room. She had her hair divided, making sure he didn't braid it front and back.

Chuckling, he sat on the couch behind her, handed her the remote to find something to watch, and brushed her hair out. It undid her part, but that was OK. He parted it down the middle, then proceeded to put each side in its own french braid. When he was done, he told her to go look in the mirror.


A 7 years old girl, small in stature as indicated by her need for a booster seat. She has an affinity for pink and unicorns, suggested by her room decor and choice of nightshirt. Her hair is long enough to be braided, but its color is not specified in the text. She displays youthful innocence and playfulness, frequently giggling and playing with toys during bath time. Despite this childlike demeanor, she shows signs of maturity through her curiosity and awareness of changes in routine. Her emotional sensitivity is evident when discussing the potential loss of her favorite shirt, indicating a sentimental nature.

"Tupid booster seat. And... I don't wanna stop wearing the shirt." Anna said as a tear filled her eye, causing her to bring her arm up to wipe it away quickly. "C... can you do two braids?" Anna asked as she looked up toward Sean with a few tears slowly filling her eyes. She rubbed her eyes again before stepping forward and wrapping her arms around his waist, holding him tightly. She pulled back after a few seconds before heading to the living room and sitting down in front of the couch. She brought her knees up to her chest, wrapping her arms around them as she sat and waited for Sean to braid her hair. Before she sat too long, she parted her hair down the center, hoping Sean would understand she wanted two braids.


A confident and flirtatious male in his late teens who isn't afraid to express his desires openly. His charming personality can be seductive, as he knows how to use words and actions to attract others. He is physically attractive as well, with Izumi complimenting his handsome looks. Moreover, his assertiveness suggests that he's dominant in nature.

Jackson smiled at the man and helped him look through the racks. "I almost can't believe that a super cutie like you doesn't have a boyfriend. I'm bi but I'd snatch you up in a heartbeat." He said as he looked into Izumi's eyes.

"I tell you what, anything in the store that you want, up to ten thousand euros is on me. Not too often I meet cuties like you. I know a nice little alley in between the mall if you'd like to have a little fun." He said as he grabbed a pair of pink leggings and sized them up to Izumi. "These are super cute on you. I'm sure you'd love them." He smiled warmly.

It was nice to have some company while browsing the different racks of clothing. A giggle erupted from Izumi's lips as he heard yet another compliment leave this man's lips. Ahh, he was both handsome and kind. Quite a catch indeed, it seemed to be.

A surprised look graced Izumi's face upon hearing the man's suggestion. He stopped looking through the racks of clothing as his brain was working overtime. Eventually, he gave the man a naughty little smile. "I like the way you look. You're rather handsome." He said, a hand finding it's way to the strangers upper arm. "What about this? We exchange names, exchange numbers... And instead of you buying me something from the store and instead of that nice little alleyway, we get into one of our cars, find ourselves a nice hotel and have some fun."

Jackson listened to the man's suggestion and smirked, chuckling through his lips. It surely was a good idea. He could play with the man for an extended period of time, get him comfortable, then kidnap him. Jackson ran his thumb over the man's cheek. He looked around to make sure no one was watching before leaning in and running his teeth against Izumi's left earlobe and whispering into it. "If you want me to, I'll stuff you like a Thanksgiving turkey." He said, licking his lips in a seductive manner.

By the looks of it, it seemed like Jackson certainly thought that his suggestion was a good idea. A rather seductive smile managed to find itself a way onto his features as he saw that smirk appear on the other's face.

"I much rather be stuffed with your cock." Izumi immediately replied, leaning into the men. Soon after, he hooked arms and began dragging the man towards the exit of the store. "If we can even make it as far as the hotel. You seem to be quite horny." He teased softly, brushing his shoulder against that of the other.

Jackson followed the best he could with Izumi practically dragging him out of the mall. He finally regained his footing and walked with him out to Jackson's Dodge Charger. It was white with black stripes. He turned to face Izumi and planted a soft kiss on his lips. He took him to the side of the car where they couldn't be seen from the waist down. "You're right. I am really horny. And before we have all of the fun at the hotel, you mind showing me what I get to stuff?" He asked with a smirk and a wink.

It seemed like Jackson shared his eagerness, as Izumi practically dragged him out of the mall. It was quite entertaining to find someone who was just as equally sexually active as he was. Just his luck, it seemed. "You still haven't told me your name, handsome." Izumi whispered as he was pushed against the car, just before his words were muffled by a soft kiss.

A chuckle found its way off his lips. "What? You're already curious about the goods?" The blonde asked, tilting his head to the side. Izumi took both of Jackson's hands and guided them to his ass, planting each of them on an ass cheek. "Why look at them if you could feel them?"

"Oh how rude of me." Jackson growled as he brushed his teeth against Izumi's cheek, letting his hit breath permeate the others skin. "I'm Jackson." He said as his hands were planted on Izumi's ass cheeks.

"You know, I love the shape of your beautiful ass. It's what drew me to talk to you in the first place." He said as he gave both of his cheeks a firm squeeze. "Are you sure I can't see it? I promise to not stick my cock in it, unless you want round one already." He winked, his right knee sliding in between the others legs and rubbing his crotch.

It seemed like Jackson finally got the hint to introduce himself. Izumi felt how he leaned over him, brushing his teeth against his cheeks. "Well, hello Jackson." Izumi said, making the name roll off his tongue. "I'm Izumi. Just so you know which name you can groan while you bury that cock of yours in my ass." He said, giving a little wink of his own.

"Oh? You're sure it wasn't my cute little face?" Izumi asked, blinking his eyes innocently a few times. "You will get to see my ass when we have a little bit more privacy. Let's get into that car, Jackson. Then you can admire my ass all you want." He purred, eyeing Jackson's package already.

"Oh I'm certain that I'll be groaning that name plenty tonight." He said as he cupped Izumi's crotch with his hand and gave it a small squeeze. He then took the others hand and guided him to the passenger door before opening it for him, giving his ass a small smack as he sat down.

Jackson walked to the other side and got into the car. "It's very nice to meet you Izumi." He said with a warm smile. "You know, all of these windows are tinted pitch black. I can make sure to drive super slow on the back roads if you... you know, wanna show and tell. And by that I mean show me the goods and tell me what you want me to do with them." He winked.

Izumi could barely wait for Jackson to be groaning his name. A soft moan managed to find its way from Izumi's lips when Jackson cupped his crotch. This certainly gave Izumi a reaction down there, which was clearly noticeable through the tight leggings. He let himself be lead to the passenger door and said down.

As Jackson mentioned the windows being darkened, a smile came onto his face. "Ahh, you're really the curious one, aren't you?" He said with a soft little giggle. "Fine, I will give you a choice. Either you drive us to a nice quiet spot and we get on the back seat, where you can bang my brains out before we even arrive at the hotel. Or you drive us directly at the hotel while I show off a little. The choice is yours, Jackson."

Jackson listened to the options he had been given. Both of them seemed incredible. But he figured he could do a little bargaining of his own with the young man. "You know, both of those sound delightful babe." He said to sweeten the pot and get Izumi a little flustered while Jackson began to drive toward a little park that had been abandoned for some time. "I have a proposal for you. How about you show off a bit for me if I promise to give you a pounding you've never had before when we get to the park?" He growled seductively.

Patiently, Izumi waited for Jackson to make a choice between the two options that he had give. He blinked his big brown eyes a few times, tilting his head to the side.

After a while, it did seem like Jackson was coming up with a reply all of his own. For a few moments, Izumi seemed to consider the deal that Jackson had offered. Quickly, a soft chuckle escaped the blonde's lips. "Sounds like you have yourself a deal, Jackson..." Izumi said softly, before he began lowering his leggings after unbuckling himself. Sure, it was dangerous. But Izumi didn't care much. He leaned against the passenger door, so that Jackson had a good look at his clothes ass. He was wearing a cute frilly pair of pink panties.

Jackson continued to drive down the back roads to the park as Izumi agreed to his proposal. "Well I'm glad that we could reach an agreement that suits us both." He said with a smirk as he noticed the other unbuckle his seatbelt.

Jackson watched as he slowly pulled into the park while Izumi was pulling his leggings down and showing off his ass in his cute panties. "You are quite beautiful. And pink is my favorite color on my partner. You know, I might even take a taste of your ass before I shove my cock in, that is, if you'd like that." He said as he put the car in park behind a tree. "We're here sexy." He said with a smile. "Wanna move this party to the back seat?" He asked.


A playful and flirtatious teenage boy who enjoys the attention he receives. He's not shy about his desires, openly reciprocating Jackson's advances with equal fervor. His appearance is likely attractive, with specific mention of him wearing tight leggings and pink panties, suggesting a lean physique. Izumi also seems to be quite confident in his looks and uses them to his advantage when interacting with others.

Patiently, Izumi waited for Jackson to make a choice between the two options that he had give. He blinked his big brown eyes a few times, tilting his head to the side.

After a while, it did seem like Jackson was coming up with a reply all of his own. For a few moments, Izumi seemed to consider the deal that Jackson had offered. Quickly, a soft chuckle escaped the blonde's lips. "Sounds like you have yourself a deal, Jackson..." Izumi said softly, before he began lowering his leggings after unbuckling himself. Sure, it was dangerous. But Izumi didn't care much. He leaned against the passenger door, so that Jackson had a good look at his clothes ass. He was wearing a cute frilly pair of pink panties.


A 15-year-old boy who has developed an impressive physical build for his age. His black hair and blue eyes complement his typical attire of a simple t-shirt and jeans, with occasional variations such as shorts during hot weather. Jason can sometimes be perceived as a jerk but generally means well. He's not the stereotypical jock but leans more towards brawn than brains. In junior high, he was popular and aims to maintain this status in high school by joining the football team, indicating that his social standing is important to him.

A few days later, and it was Friday; Jason was home alone with his sister for the night, as his parents had left him behind to babysit her while they were off going to dinner with work friends for the night.

Jason was a bit irked at this, but it felt like a good opportunity to introduce Katy to his plans for her. It'd give him a bit of a head start too, by a day or so. Now, he just had to find out where his little sister had run off to. Last he checked, before his parents had left, she had been playing in the backyard, doing... something he really couldn't remember. Hopefully, she was still there or back in the house.

Actually Katy was still in the backyard, just like Jason hoped, currently in the process of dirtying her clothes on the ground by wrestling with Satchmore, the family dog. He was a large, heavy mix of German Shepherd and Labrador, easily dwarfing the small Katy, but he was a big softy and thus going easy on her. She was screaming in delight as she wrestled with him, clad in only jeans shorts and an old t-shirt, once white, by now gray and full of dust.

Jason headed out to the backyard, easily spotting Katy out rough-housing with Satchmore. He watched the two for a good minute, bemused by the spectacle. Finally, he called out. "Katy! Come on inside, now. I've got something for you to do."

"In a minute!" his little sister called back. In other words, she did not want to. The weather was good, this was fun, and anyway, what's the problem with her being outside? Sure, she got dirty, but whatever, who cares? So she threw herself at Satchmore once more and tried to push him away... who let this happen and lazily trotted over to where Jason was standing.

Katy gave the dog an evil glare. "Traitor," she muttered as she followed behind, more amused than angry, of course, and covered from head to toe in dust, dirt, and grass stains. "Yes?"

Jason paused for a moment, taking in the sight of his dirty sister. A new idea slowly formulated within his head, and he quickly reworked the central tenants of his previous idea around this new plan. "On second thought... let's get you cleaned up first, Katy. I think you're due for a bath, don't you agree?"

Actually, Katy didn't really have anything against baths, at least not once she was inside. But she was a tough girl, and tough girls don't like to take baths, or that was what she had learned at least. So she crossed her tiny arms in front of her tiny chest firmly, set her face and said with as much stern ferocity she could muster, "No. I don't wanna. " However, a tiny grin crept onto her face as she said that, betraying her true feelings on the matter.

"Is that so?" Jason asked, grinning slightly. Then, without warning, he scooped up Katy into his arms, carrying her bridal style as he gathered her into his arms. "Too bad! You don't have a choice in the matter." And with that said, Jason carried Katy back into the house, letting Satchmore in before closing the door to the backyard. He then made his way over to the bathroom, carrying her the entire time.

Katy shrieked in delight as she was scooped up, laughing and protesting in play, acting as if she was fighting him... which she wasn't. "Lemme go, you meani!" the girl squeeled between laughs. "I don' wanna! No, no noooo!!"

"Too bad, Katy. It's for your own good." Jason teased back, bumping his little sister slightly as he continued to carry her over to the bathroom. Jason reached the door soon enough, and went inside, closing and locking the door behind him. With that, he put Katy back on the floor, practically dropping her on her butt as he put her down. "All right, Katy. Time for you to clean yourself up. Strip." Jason commanded, smirking slightly.

So far, it had all been fun and games for Katy; she had even taken delight in the whole process of fighting with her brother. As she was dropped onto the floor of the bathroom, she kept on protesting between giggles, still acting as if she didn't want to. As he ordered her to strip, however, her smile faltered, and she grew slightly red in the face. She was in just the right age to learn about shame and decency and not yet this far along to understand why and how and what exactly that meant. Only that she should be ashamed to be naked in front of someone. "Um... but I can't... with you here..."

"Why not?" Jason asked, giving his sister a charming smile. "It's not like I haven't seen you naked before. And I'm your big brother, too. It's not that big a deal." Granted, that had been three years ago, but he hoped Katy wouldn't call him out on that bit. Jason had hoped she wouldn't be shy about stripping in front of him, yet, but it seemed he wouldn't be that lucky. Still, he hoped it wouldn't take too much to persuade her.

Katy seemed to be torn. On one hand, he was right, kind of; on the other hand, she was a big girl now and big girls didn't get naked in front of others. Well, then again, she did not feel that big, and he had seen her naked before, true... She bit her lower lip and tried to concentrate, reminding someone who saw it of Winnie the Puuh when he thought very hard about something. Finally, after several seconds, she looked up to him and said, "Mum canna know, she would be veeeeery cross..." And then she started to undress, giggling while doing it. It was forbidden, and thus it was fun to do anyway.

"Don't worry, she won't." Jason assured, more than happy to never tell their mother about this. The teen watched appreciatively as Katy stripped, feeling his cock stir in his pants as she displayed her naked body to him. For a kid, he had to say, Katy's body wasn't that bad...

"Now..." Jason paused, considering his options. He didn't want to push Katy too far or too fast, but all the same, it wouldn't hurt to try this. "Can I take a bath with you, Katy? If you don't mind, that would help me clean you up faster."

Although she usually wasn't shy, she somehow felt a bit unsure about being naked, even if she felt delight in doing something forbidden. This was what big, tough girls did, didn't they? They did the forbidden things. She giggled slightly at the question, getting a bit red in the face. "You dummi," she teased, making it sound as if he had asked something really dumb. "I can get clean all on my own, uhuh."

"Maybe, but knowing you, you're liable to get me all wet after splashing some water on my clothes." Jason shot back, smirking slightly. "So why don't I beat you to it and join you in the water, instead?"

As he spoke, he admired her small, naked body. Katy had no breasts to speak of, of course, but she still looked very... sexy, all the same. Even for a little kid.

Katy grinned at him. "I will not!", she protested, but her laugh betrayed her. Now she was planning on making him as wet as possible, and with that in mind, she already began to climb into the tub. She giggled while she did so, not in the least bit knowing what effect her young, nubile, and most of all, naked body was having on her brother.

Jason absently checked out her ass while Katy climbed into the tub, quite liking the sight of her bubble butt. He wondered if he might be able to talk his sister into anal too, at some point.

He reached over to turn the faucet of the tub on, filling it with water. While it did that, he began to strip, taking off his clothes until only his boxers were on. Then, judging that the tub was full enough, he turned off the water, taking his boxers off a moment later. "Move over, squirt!" Jason commanded, his half-hard cock pointing into the air for Katy to see.

His little sister kept on giggling throughout the whole process. This was naughty and forbidden and thus very enjoyable for her; she found it all too funny. And of course, she also began to splash a bit of water at him, but she did not reach him. When she saw his cock, however, she bit her lower lip and stared at it in wonder. "What is that?" she asked innocently and already reached out for it.

"It's my cock, Katy," Jason eagerly replied, leaning in closer so his little sister could get a good grasp on his member. He felt his heart hammer in his chest, his mouth suddenly dry. It wasn't like he hadn't done stuff with girls before, of course (and that one time he was drunk, he may have received a blowjob from a dude, but the memory was too hazy to be completely sure), but this was something entirely... different.

Without actually thinking about it, Katy closed one of her tiny hands around his semi-hard member. It felt strange, soft but not warm in her hand. She giggled again, as she could not really describe what she was feeling. Her eyes were locked on this mysterious, strange thing in her hand. For the moment, she was disgusted with touching it and grasping it carefully, her hand and fingers exploring the texture and feeling of this 'Cock'. Then, more out of accident than anything else, she pulled his foreskin back slightly. Again, she giggled, but let it go. "Does that hurt?"

Jason closed his eyes, sighing quietly as Katy explored and fondled his half-hard erection. Her small palm and fingers felt surprisingly awesome against his cock, even if she wasn't doing anything entirely sexual to him. When she pulled back his foreskin, he sighed again, shivering slightly. "No, Katy. In fact, that felt very, very good."


An 8-year-old girl described as cute with unruly black hair and blue eyes. She is constantly smiling and grinning, indicating a cheerful disposition. Katy is a bit short for her age but possesses a tomboyish charm that often leads her into energetic escapades such as playing soccer or exploring her surroundings. Her attire typically consists of "boy-clothes" which she tends to get dirty during her adventures. Despite her small stature, she's a spitfire full of energy with an insatiable curiosity about the world around her. Katy has a persuasive nature and can easily be swayed to do things if asked by someone she likes.

A few days later, and it was Friday; Jason was home alone with his sister for the night, as his parents had left him behind to babysit her while they were off going to dinner with work friends for the night.

Jason was a bit irked at this, but it felt like a good opportunity to introduce Katy to his plans for her. It'd give him a bit of a head start too, by a day or so. Now, he just had to find out where his little sister had run off to. Last he checked, before his parents had left, she had been playing in the backyard, doing... something he really couldn't remember. Hopefully, she was still there or back in the house.

Actually Katy was still in the backyard, just like Jason hoped, currently in the process of dirtying her clothes on the ground by wrestling with Satchmore, the family dog. He was a large, heavy mix of German Shepherd and Labrador, easily dwarfing the small Katy, but he was a big softy and thus going easy on her. She was screaming in delight as she wrestled with him, clad in only jeans shorts and an old t-shirt, once white, by now gray and full of dust.

Jason headed out to the backyard, easily spotting Katy out rough-housing with Satchmore. He watched the two for a good minute, bemused by the spectacle. Finally, he called out. "Katy! Come on inside, now. I've got something for you to do."

"In a minute!" his little sister called back. In other words, she did not want to. The weather was good, this was fun, and anyway, what's the problem with her being outside? Sure, she got dirty, but whatever, who cares? So she threw herself at Satchmore once more and tried to push him away... who let this happen and lazily trotted over to where Jason was standing.

Katy gave the dog an evil glare. "Traitor," she muttered as she followed behind, more amused than angry, of course, and covered from head to toe in dust, dirt, and grass stains. "Yes?"

Jason paused for a moment, taking in the sight of his dirty sister. A new idea slowly formulated within his head, and he quickly reworked the central tenants of his previous idea around this new plan. "On second thought... let's get you cleaned up first, Katy. I think you're due for a bath, don't you agree?"

Actually, Katy didn't really have anything against baths, at least not once she was inside. But she was a tough girl, and tough girls don't like to take baths, or that was what she had learned at least. So she crossed her tiny arms in front of her tiny chest firmly, set her face and said with as much stern ferocity she could muster, "No. I don't wanna. " However, a tiny grin crept onto her face as she said that, betraying her true feelings on the matter.

"Is that so?" Jason asked, grinning slightly. Then, without warning, he scooped up Katy into his arms, carrying her bridal style as he gathered her into his arms. "Too bad! You don't have a choice in the matter." And with that said, Jason carried Katy back into the house, letting Satchmore in before closing the door to the backyard. He then made his way over to the bathroom, carrying her the entire time.

Katy shrieked in delight as she was scooped up, laughing and protesting in play, acting as if she was fighting him... which she wasn't. "Lemme go, you meani!" the girl squeeled between laughs. "I don' wanna! No, no noooo!!"

"Too bad, Katy. It's for your own good." Jason teased back, bumping his little sister slightly as he continued to carry her over to the bathroom. Jason reached the door soon enough, and went inside, closing and locking the door behind him. With that, he put Katy back on the floor, practically dropping her on her butt as he put her down. "All right, Katy. Time for you to clean yourself up. Strip." Jason commanded, smirking slightly.

So far, it had all been fun and games for Katy; she had even taken delight in the whole process of fighting with her brother. As she was dropped onto the floor of the bathroom, she kept on protesting between giggles, still acting as if she didn't want to. As he ordered her to strip, however, her smile faltered, and she grew slightly red in the face. She was in just the right age to learn about shame and decency and not yet this far along to understand why and how and what exactly that meant. Only that she should be ashamed to be naked in front of someone. "Um... but I can't... with you here..."

"Why not?" Jason asked, giving his sister a charming smile. "It's not like I haven't seen you naked before. And I'm your big brother, too. It's not that big a deal." Granted, that had been three years ago, but he hoped Katy wouldn't call him out on that bit. Jason had hoped she wouldn't be shy about stripping in front of him, yet, but it seemed he wouldn't be that lucky. Still, he hoped it wouldn't take too much to persuade her.

Katy seemed to be torn. On one hand, he was right, kind of; on the other hand, she was a big girl now and big girls didn't get naked in front of others. Well, then again, she did not feel that big, and he had seen her naked before, true... She bit her lower lip and tried to concentrate, reminding someone who saw it of Winnie the Puuh when he thought very hard about something. Finally, after several seconds, she looked up to him and said, "Mum canna know, she would be veeeeery cross..." And then she started to undress, giggling while doing it. It was forbidden, and thus it was fun to do anyway.

"Don't worry, she won't." Jason assured, more than happy to never tell their mother about this. The teen watched appreciatively as Katy stripped, feeling his cock stir in his pants as she displayed her naked body to him. For a kid, he had to say, Katy's body wasn't that bad...

"Now..." Jason paused, considering his options. He didn't want to push Katy too far or too fast, but all the same, it wouldn't hurt to try this. "Can I take a bath with you, Katy? If you don't mind, that would help me clean you up faster."

Although she usually wasn't shy, she somehow felt a bit unsure about being naked, even if she felt delight in doing something forbidden. This was what big, tough girls did, didn't they? They did the forbidden things. She giggled slightly at the question, getting a bit red in the face. "You dummi," she teased, making it sound as if he had asked something really dumb. "I can get clean all on my own, uhuh."

"Maybe, but knowing you, you're liable to get me all wet after splashing some water on my clothes." Jason shot back, smirking slightly. "So why don't I beat you to it and join you in the water, instead?"

As he spoke, he admired her small, naked body. Katy had no breasts to speak of, of course, but she still looked very... sexy, all the same. Even for a little kid.

Katy grinned at him. "I will not!", she protested, but her laugh betrayed her. Now she was planning on making him as wet as possible, and with that in mind, she already began to climb into the tub. She giggled while she did so, not in the least bit knowing what effect her young, nubile, and most of all, naked body was having on her brother.

Jason absently checked out her ass while Katy climbed into the tub, quite liking the sight of her bubble butt. He wondered if he might be able to talk his sister into anal too, at some point.

He reached over to turn the faucet of the tub on, filling it with water. While it did that, he began to strip, taking off his clothes until only his boxers were on. Then, judging that the tub was full enough, he turned off the water, taking his boxers off a moment later. "Move over, squirt!" Jason commanded, his half-hard cock pointing into the air for Katy to see.

His little sister kept on giggling throughout the whole process. This was naughty and forbidden and thus very enjoyable for her; she found it all too funny. And of course, she also began to splash a bit of water at him, but she did not reach him. When she saw his cock, however, she bit her lower lip and stared at it in wonder. "What is that?" she asked innocently and already reached out for it.

"It's my cock, Katy," Jason eagerly replied, leaning in closer so his little sister could get a good grasp on his member. He felt his heart hammer in his chest, his mouth suddenly dry. It wasn't like he hadn't done stuff with girls before, of course (and that one time he was drunk, he may have received a blowjob from a dude, but the memory was too hazy to be completely sure), but this was something entirely... different.

Without actually thinking about it, Katy closed one of her tiny hands around his semi-hard member. It felt strange, soft but not warm in her hand. She giggled again, as she could not really describe what she was feeling. Her eyes were locked on this mysterious, strange thing in her hand. For the moment, she was disgusted with touching it and grasping it carefully, her hand and fingers exploring the texture and feeling of this 'Cock'. Then, more out of accident than anything else, she pulled his foreskin back slightly. Again, she giggled, but let it go. "Does that hurt?"

Jason closed his eyes, sighing quietly as Katy explored and fondled his half-hard erection. Her small palm and fingers felt surprisingly awesome against his cock, even if she wasn't doing anything entirely sexual to him. When she pulled back his foreskin, he sighed again, shivering slightly. "No, Katy. In fact, that felt very, very good."

Katy stared at it for a second longer before shrugging. "Okay." And with that, she had already lost interest again; this new toy was no longer that interesting to her. Instead, she began to grab her other toys and pull them into the bathtub, especially her bright red boat.


A boy who exudes an aura of strength and danger, yet also has a softer side characterized by his warmth. He's attractive, with features that are appealing to Hermione. His personality leans towards dominance and he enjoys taking control, particularly in intimate situations. He possesses a certain level of charm and playfulness that adds to his allure. Despite his assertiveness, he shows signs of deep affection for Hermione, suggesting hidden depths beneath his tough exterior.

Draco was careful to pause at the right moment. It wouldn't do if she attracted everyone's attention by screaming out aloud. Of course, it wasn't as if he disliked the risk of getting caught. At the same time, it was obvious that pandemonium would reign if they caught him going down on Hermione. He was quite pleased to know that she was feeling good, and watched out of the corner of his eyes as the brunette drank a bit more Butterbeer. Perfect.

"You don't want me to stop, do you?" he said playfully. He continued his ministrations for a while before throwing caution to the winds. After a moment's pause, he resumed the stimulations, his fingers reaching out to fumble with her breasts as he did so. "Tell, me Hermione: how does it feel? What's going on in your mind?"

His pause made Hermione want to whimper and beg for more. She was so close, couldn't he feel it? But if he wanted it to last, she would let it. "Please don't stop Draco," she whispered to him. As he continued and started to tease her breasts as well, her toes curled and she tried so hard not to orgasm. He didn't want that yet. She had to be good.

"It feels like every nerve in my body is on fire. I can't believe the man I love is between my legs. I love the way your soft tongue feels, and the warmth of your face against my thighs. Please let me cum Draco. I'll run away with you. I'll worship you when we go. Anything you want, just please let me cum."

"You really want it, huh?" Draco laughed softly. "I'll oblige. Both of us want you to feel good, don't we?" He noticed the way Hermione's toes had curled. She was even wetter. He resumed sliding his tongue in and out of her slit, holding onto her legs for leverage. Meanwhile, the conversation ebbed a little as a few people looked curiously at the girl. "What's wrong?" Ron said, noticing the way she was whispering. "Everything okay?"

Draco sped up, crooning encouragements to Hermione. "It's alright to come, babe. You've always wanted the release, huh? Help yourself. Give it your all."

Hermione blushed deeply and just managed to squeak out that she was fine and just thinking about work. The pleasure she was feeling was indescribable. As Draco gave her permission she finally came, her whole body tensing as she hid her face and moaned, trying desperately to play it off as a groan about work. She couldn't believe it. Her love had let her cum, and it was the most mind shattering orgasm of her life. Even as she came down from it, all she could think about is returning the favor, about swallowing for him. And about him being inside her.

Draco waited patiently until her orgasm subsided, satisfied. He let out a smirk, managing to convey his message before crawling away. "Meet me in your bedroom. Right now. If you aren't tired of what we're doing, that is." He tipped Hermione a wink, managing to escape from the room without attracting attention.

He raced towards the brunette's room. It wasn't hard to find, as it was labeled. He pushed it open, and waited for her to arrive. He adjusted the lapels of his coat. He'd done it. There was no way she'd ever be attracted to anyone else now. Meanwhile, back in the dining room, Ron was looking almost suspicious. "You sure you're alright?"

Hermione turned to Ron and gave him a tense reply, "Yes Ronald, I'm fine. I just need to lie down for a moment. Stay and enjoy dinner, don't worry about me." She downed the rest of her butterbeer and slipped out of the room, then up the stairs. Her heart was racing. Was Draco going to do what she thought? This was like a dream. She loved him and she worried this was some cruel prank, which would've crushed her.

She entered her bedroom and closed the door, smiling when she saw him standing there. She practically pounced on him and kissed him aggressively, tasting herself on his lips. "Oh Draco, that was amazing!"

Draco returned the kiss passionately, holding onto her waist. His tongue entwined with hers' as they made out. Waves of pleasure coursed through his body, and a bulge had already been formed in his pants. As usual, her scent was intoxicating "Of course, it was." He nibbled her earlobes softly. "What else did you think I'd give you? I'm glad you enjoyed it." He stroked Hermione's arm again, pulling her towards the bed. He undressed, asking her to remove her clothes as well.

"Mm... what do you want me to do, Hermione?" He leant over the girl, tracing his fingers all over her body. She had a perfect figure. "Do you want me... inside you?" He let out a soft moan, nuzzling her neck.

Hermione stripped for him as he asked, desperate to do so quickly, but also wanting it to be seductive for him. As he bent over her, he felt so strong and dangerous, and she knew she was helpless. She would've let him do anything in that moment.

She gasped at his words. This couldn't really be happening. This must be some fantasy, but no, he was really there, nuzzling her neck, leaving his beautiful scent on her like a mark. "Draco please. I need you inside me. Please, I'll do anything you want. I want you to fuck me and mark me as yours. I've never wanted anything the way I want you."

She pushed her bare hips up toward him as she spoke. She could feel Draco's erection against her and it made her feel like she was on fire. It was perfectly shaped. So long, and beautifully pale like ivory.

"Much obliged." Draco smiled softly, but it didn't quite reach his eyes. He was still pondering about the astonishing change that'd come over her. Of course, love potions were supposed to do exactly that, and yet... he had no idea it'd be so dramatic. He pulled her in closer, kissing Hermione passionately for a while. Finally, he broke the embrace. He practically shoved her onto the bed before stepping in after her. There was a moment's pause as the wizard steadied himself for what he was about to do. And then he'd entered her, positioning his member into her slit.

She was... tight. He let out a grunt of satisfaction. He began to thrust his hips, and slowly picked up speed. "Did you mean like this?" He was practically ramming into her by this point. "You like having me inside you, huh?" On a sudden burst of inspiration, Draco yanked back the brunette's head, forcing it upward.

Hermione moaned into the blankets as Draco had entered her. He was larger than Ron, and it had hurt, but it didn't matter. It was unbelievably good. She gasped at Draco's sudden aggression. She hadn't expected it to be so rough, but somehow it felt right.

As he pulled her head back by her hair, Hermione whimpered in a mixture of pain and ecstasy. Every thrust was sending fire through her, and his treatment of her made her feel so vulnerable. Would he hurt her? She would forgive him if he did, but a slight tinge of fear crept in.

"Yes Draco! Just like this!" She whimpered out as he fucked her, "I love you! I belong to you!"

Draco continued to pound into her pussy. "Of course you do, Hermione." He let go of her head, kneading Hermione's breasts eagerly as he spoke. Draco lowered his mouth down and began to suckle them. He spanked her hips. It was hard, but not forcefully enough not that it'd hurt her very much. "I'm better than Ron, aren't I? I wonder... would you like to ever do this with him again? I hope not." He chuckled dryly.

The sensation was unbelievable, and he had to pause a few times to stop himself from going over the edge. He leant over and whispered into Hermione's ear. "I could fuck you every day without tiring myself out. I've always liked you, Hermione, even though it might not have been obvious."


A brunette with an attractive and alluring figure. She's sensitive and passionate, with her emotions running deep, particularly when it comes to love. Despite being generally submissive in her interactions with Draco, she displays moments of boldness and assertiveness. Her feelings for Draco are intense, bordering on obsession, and she's willing to abandon everything for him, showing a somewhat impulsive nature under the influence of strong emotions.

Draco continued to pound into her pussy. "Of course you do, Hermione." He let go of her head, kneading Hermione's breasts eagerly as he spoke. Draco lowered his mouth down and began to suckle them. He spanked her hips. It was hard, but not forcefully enough not that it'd hurt her very much. "I'm better than Ron, aren't I? I wonder... would you like to ever do this with him again? I hope not." He chuckled dryly.

The sensation was unbelievable, and he had to pause a few times to stop himself from going over the edge. He leant over and whispered into Hermione's ear. "I could fuck you every day without tiring myself out. I've always liked you, Hermione, even though it might not have been obvious."

Hermione moaned at the feeling of Draco's warm mouth on her sensitive breasts. She loved the feeling of his tongue brushing across her nipples as he fucked her so aggressively. His smacks made her squeak, but she didn't care. It felt right somehow. "Oh Draco, Ron is nothing compared to you. He's never made feel this way. I'd die before I let him take what belongs to you again."

His whisper sent shivers down her spine. "I think I've always loved you Draco, but I couldn't admit it to myself. I want you to fuck me every day. Please Draco. Take me with you tonight. I'll never say no to you." She rolled her hips against him, trying desperately to pleasure him and prove herself.


A female alien who is physically small and has tough, waterproof scales. She is emotional and easily overwhelmed by her surroundings. Her childhood dream was to become an astronaut herself one day, but it seems like that ambition failed. She is vulnerable and in need of protection when she expresses fear about being left alone on a planet she doesn't know without clothes or any idea how to find her way back home.

Vivi was still attempting to try to process everything that was happening to her. With as confused and distracted as she was, she did not know immediately what Harrison intended, but she followed him all the same. It was just a short walk up to the cockpit, in any case.

The ship grew more cramped for Vivi as they went up towards the front. She had to duck down to get through the doors, but such inconveniences were far from what worried her once they reached the front of the ship. She did not answer Harrison. In fact, she did not seem to be listening to him at all. As soon as she stepped into the cockpit, she just stared straight ahead out the window, mouth slightly agape. She took just a few steps forward and placed her hand on the glass, with her gaze fixated on the stars beyond.

Vivi's mind was a torrent of conflicting emotion. To stand here, a pane of glass separating her from the vastness of space before her, was like the culmination of every failed dream she had ever held. In a moment, it was like she lived through her childhood again. In her mind, she was back in her old, cramped room in her father's apartment, watching a TV documentary on one of the science stations about the mission to their moon. She remembered her excitement, the spark that ignited her ambition of becoming an astronaut herself one day. That greatest of her failed ambitions. It was all like one amazing dream... wrapped up in the middle of a nightmare.

"I did it..." Vivi said aloud, though the words felt sour in her mouth right now. With everything that was happening, it felt like fate was playing a cruel joke on her. Slowly, she lowered her head and started sobbing.

Well, tears he was expecting seeing that you were in space.. the vastness of it. How it seemed to swallow everything around you, giving you the true realization of how small you are and coming to grips with that fact. Harrison sighed to himself, not wanting to touch the woman, he knew that he needed to give her the time to mourn the loss of the life she once had, knowing that she would be forever changed by these moments, and the future for her was unknown. He could understand that, he felt the same the first time he left on the back of a cargo freighter, leaving his old life behind to find his own way in life.

"Sounded like you've wanted to come up here for a little while now. Childhood dream?"

He spoke softly as he looked over the system screens of his ship, monitoring each one of them to make sure that the ship was going to be fine out here in the unknown. They were still using fuel here just floating so they couldn't stay here forever, slowly he started accelerating the ship, the stars starting to whirl around them as they picked up the pace, they were now only a light day away from their target planet, no more than an hour or so for the hyperdrive system.

"We'll be there soon I'll make sure to find you some clothes when we touch down. And what's your name by the way, like I said earlier I'm Harrison."

At first, Vivi was only half-listening again, but after a few moments, there was this light show right outside the ship. Yet another thing for her to not understand, it seemed. She only fully fixed her attention back on Harrison when she heard him ask for her name, though still seemed a bit startled. "My name? Oh, um... my name is Vivi Kierrdenhaltashaikuul." She answered, giving her full and proper name.

Vivi paused for a moment and wiped some of the tears from her eyes. She backed up away from the window, though it was only a few steps before she was backed up against the door. She stayed leaned up against it as she slid down and sat on the floor. She wrapped her tail around in front of her and held it in her arms pressed tight against her, as if to comfort her. "I'm sorry. You're, um... trying to help me, that's what you said? But you don't know where my home is. Where are we going? Why do I need clothes?"

Harrison knew that she was nervous about it all, this was something new to her, and she was on this ship with an unknown man. He made sure to keep his eyes forward, the hyperdrive coming back on as they needed to pick up speed to land on the planet soon. What he didn't think he would have to explain was why she needed to have clothes, was it not common on her home planet? Either way, here it was necessary if she ever wanted to get off the ship, she would need them.

"Well, its customary in the system and really everywhere you go that you wear clothes outside when facing the public. I'm sure you want to get off this ship eventually."

He didn't know why he wanted to help her so badly, maybe it was just to get her off the ship, or maybe he felt bad for her, but he was going to help her the best way he could, even if he didn't know how that looked right now.

"I can ask around and maybe see if someone knows a way to find your home system, someone got there before so there has to be a way to get that information. We're heading to Dremora 9, sandy planet, but the people there can maybe help." He explained as the ship jumped into hyperdrive again, quickly approaching Dremora, hopefully there, they could both find some answers to their questions.

Vivi cocked her head to the side slightly. "Oh, why is that? Is it cold there or something?" She asked, seeming genuinely confused. Hers was a species with quite tough, waterproof scales on a mostly warm planet, so practically speaking, they did not have much need for extra protection. Some still utilized clothing for utility or fashion, but their cultures never developed much of a sense of modesty. It was a foreign concept to her.

After a few moments, Vivi did bring herself back up to her feet, having at least seemingly calmed down by this point. "I... thank you for helping me. All I remember last was my car breaking down, then this bright light. I didn't know what was happening, but I guess... they shot me with these needles. Tranquilizers, I guess? I tried running, but they hit me with one after another. I remember the footsteps, I think I hit one of them, then... nothing." She certainly did seem to be describing an abduction, though it was strange that it took more than one dart to take her down.

Harrison was about to respond, but the sensor system lit up once again, they were coming close to the planet now, and with a few button presses the ship came out of hyperdrive again, the planet now in few, a sandy planet like he said, with massive oceans on either side of it. If it was in more populated space, this planet would likely be a popular tourist destination, but out here in the outer colonies, it was an awfully hot planet with little in the way of laws, perfect for a place to hide low.

"It's just what we do out here. Been around way longer than I have." His response was short as he set up the ship for a landing spot, right outside of a small town on the planet. He was going to talk to a local kingpin, knowing that he would have information, or at least point them in the right direction.

"I'm sorry to hear that happened to you. We'll get you back home and back to normal soon enough. I just have to talk to someone here, he's... helpful, then I'll be back with your clothes and hopefully some information about your home system. Sound good?"

"You, um, want me to stay here? Alone?" Vivi asked, a sudden pang of fear coming over her. She took a quick glance out the window. It did not look like the most hospitable place, between the sand and the run-down looking town just in front of them, but now that she had someone who was willing to help her, she was also not particularly thrilled about the idea of separating from him. What if someone broke into his ship while he was away?

"Are you... sure I can't come with you? Is it really so much of a problem if I don't have clothes?" For a moment, she rubbed the top of her head in thought. "Maybe I could wrap myself in a, uh... blanket or something?" She suggested, clawing at any option she could think of to avoid being left alone.


A male human who is experienced in space travel. He appears to be calm and level-headed, able to handle unexpected situations. He is knowledgeable about customs and practices in different systems. He has a sense of responsibility towards Vivi, offering to find her home system and get her back to normal. Additionally, he seems resourceful and well-connected.

Harrison was about to respond, but the sensor system lit up once again, they were coming close to the planet now, and with a few button presses the ship came out of hyperdrive again, the planet now in few, a sandy planet like he said, with massive oceans on either side of it. If it was in more populated space, this planet would likely be a popular tourist destination, but out here in the outer colonies, it was an awfully hot planet with little in the way of laws, perfect for a place to hide low.

"It's just what we do out here. Been around way longer than I have." His response was short as he set up the ship for a landing spot, right outside of a small town on the planet. He was going to talk to a local kingpin, knowing that he would have information, or at least point them in the right direction.

"I'm sorry to hear that happened to you. We'll get you back home and back to normal soon enough. I just have to talk to someone here, he's... helpful, then I'll be back with your clothes and hopefully some information about your home system. Sound good?"


A loving and affectionate woman, deeply in love with her husband Jason. She has a unique skill of getting ready quickly, which often baffles her partner. She is playful and enjoys teasing her husband about their intimate life. Her caring nature is evident through her concern for Jason's well-being and self-esteem. Overall, Victoria is a devoted wife who cherishes the moments spent with her husband and values their strong emotional connection.

Victoria smiled upon hearing his laugh, she loved it, she loved when he was happy. "I know darling I know," she gave him a quick peck on the lips, then nestled back into him. Victoria blushed slightly at his remark about them having fun, in a sexual manner. Victoria has, had a few suitors before and she knew what she was doing. Noticeably all of her relationships went bad, except this one. Victoria tried her best to keep to the promise they made, for three months before the wedding they wouldn't have sex, they had a little slip. She had a hard time saying no to him, but she caught it the second time around. "Don't tease... I can't wait for you to do naughty things to me." smiling brightly at him.

Granted she wasn't exactly joking but he thought it funny. "Oh you stop that now, you're handsome, and smart. Don't play that card with me." She stated both playful and serious. As he caressed her back once more she fell quiet her eyes were getting heavy. She was tired after the wedding and the trip and all.

Jason couldn't believe how lucky he was to have her, she was the sweetest, most encouraging woman he'd ever met. Anytime he'd put himself down, even playfully, she'd be the first to dispel his negative talk about himself. He knew that Victoria thought the world of him and he knew that their life together would be wonderful and incredible. Jason sensed that he was relaxing her, so he figured it was best to let her rest for a little while. He kissed her forehead lightly and smiled, "Get some rest my love. While you rest, I'll get something set up for our dinner tonight." As he said that, Jason got off the bed and called the front desk with his cell phone so he wouldn't disturb her rest. The poor woman poured all of her energy in planning the wedding and the event in itself was physically tolling. He too was worn out, but he wanted to make their first night as husband and wife special.

How he planned out their night was fairly simple as he suggested, a beach side candle lit dinner. He also had them put rose pedals to add a bit of romantic flair to their experience. As far as what was being prepared for dinner, he chose her absolute all time favorite meal, which she turned him onto. The night she introduced him to her favorite meal, he tried it with an open mind and it tasted very good. He then also went through his luggage to find himself some of the nice clothes he packed for whenever they'd go on dates while on their honeymoon. He set them out for when they'd start getting ready. Jason took off his shoes and rejoined his new bride in bed, cuddling up close to her.

Jason was Victoria's world loving him with all her heart and her soul. She also knew that she was his life and all, even after his break up he knew how to make her laugh, how to cheer her up. She was completely relaxed as he calmed and soothed her. Her eyes closing as she started to drift to sleep.

As he got out of bed she reached for him not wanting him to go, her hand falling back onto the bed as she slept. The wedding was beautiful but it was tiring. Though she was excited about their dinner plans. Feeling him come back to her she snuggled up to him as her husband cuddled.

Once they were snuggled close together, it wasn't too much longer until Jason fell asleep with his wife. It wasn't ever hard to fall asleep with her cuddled up next to him, she seemed to have such a comforting effect on him as their relationship grew deeper and stronger. He was beyond excited to be married to this woman. As they slept, a couple of hours passed as he woke up and checked the time. It was about 6:15pm, when he set up dinner to be around 7 o'clock. He gently woke up his loving wife, "Dearest, wake up. They're going to have dinner ready for us by 7 local time. So if you wanted to get ready and get dressed for a date, now would be the time. I picked out my clothes before I laid back down next to you." He said with a smile as he kissed her forehead.

Victoria was sleeping soundlessly everything seemed perfect. Sleeping for a few hours in her loving husband's arms. She then felt him nudging and trying to wake her up, hearing what time it was and what time the dinner was she slowly sat up. "Alright dear," She stated smiling as he kissed her forehead. Victoria stood up going to her baggage and pulling out a red form fitting dress, she also grabbed her makeup bag. "I'll be out in a few." She stated going into the restroom to change and plus the mirror was in there and she needed to see her face. It didn't take her long to get ready. Victoria was faster than many, but slowed herself down to appear normal. About 15 minutes later she came out of the bathroom all dressed and ready to go. "Ready Honey?"

Jason watched as his wife went into the bathroom. He himself began to get ready, putting on the slacks and the nice polo shirt he picked out to wear for their date. Just as he was putting on his cologne it seemed like no time at all she emerged from the bathroom fully ready to go. This always baffled him, there would be times she took hardly anytime at all to get ready and even beat him in getting ready. This recalled to their first date, the first time he didn't even have to wait on a woman to be ready to go. She must have had some unique skill in getting ready that he'd yet to figure out.

Jason smiled and chuckled, "We got done at the same time this time. I'm ready whenever you are." He took her hand and lead her to the outlooking doors that had the view of the beach which lead to the location of their date. "Close your eyes love." He asked her politely as he lead her to the spot where everything was. Rose pedals surrounded the area in the sand where they'd share her favorite dinner and candles lit and soft music was being played a by a couple of hired musicians that worked within the hotel. "Okay, open your eyes."

Victoria just moved faster than most she couldn't help it, she had to force herself to slow down. Smiling at him, "So we did," they had moments when they finished at the same time, or she was first and vise versa. "I'm good to go," she stated holding his hand as they walked. Victoria agreed closing her eyes, walking as he lead her to the spot. She could hear the music, smell the food, as she got closer. "Can I open them?" once giving her the okay she opened her eyes and gasped it was beautiful. "Jason it's beautiful and wonderful." Victoria stated happily smiling wrapping her arms around him.

Jason laughed and smiled as she looked very surprised at the romantic atmosphere, especially when she threw her arms around him. He smiled at her while she hugged him, "I'm glad you like it. This was all for you my love." When her arms clutched around him, his wrapped around her waist as he'd picked her up and spun her in a loving embrace. His lips met hers in a loving kiss. Her kiss always made him feel more alive than ever, nothing in this world made him feel more complete than her lips on his. As they broke apart their kiss, Jason went to pull out the chair for his wife to sit across from him. He then sat down and picked up his silverware to eat her favorite meal. As he took his first bite, he felt like an amateur cooking this food before. "Well, I guess there are better cooks than I am. How's your food my love?"

Victoria was all smilies she loved it. She didn't let go of him right away, wanting to be close to him. "I don't like it... I love it." Victoria announced happily. As he spun her around she laughed softly. Kissing him lovingly as he kissed her. When they broke apart from each other she followed to the chair he pulled out,"Thank you dear." she said taking her seat waiting for him to sit before eating. Victoria inhaled deeply as she took in the scent of the dish. Taking her utensils she began to eat. "Delicious darling... You've gotten better in preparing it." she stated before taking another bite.


A thoughtful and caring husband who goes out of his way to make special moments for his wife Victoria. He is considerate of her feelings, often ensuring she feels loved and appreciated. Despite being playful at times, he can be self-deprecating, but Victoria always encourages him to see the best in himself. His romantic gestures, such as planning a surprise candlelit dinner on the beach, show that he values their relationship and wants to create lasting memories with his new bride. Overall, Jason is a devoted partner who cherishes the love he shares with Victoria.

Jason laughed and smiled as she looked very surprised at the romantic atmosphere, especially when she threw her arms around him. He smiled at her while she hugged him, "I'm glad you like it. This was all for you my love." When her arms clutched around him, his wrapped around her waist as he'd picked her up and spun her in a loving embrace. His lips met hers in a loving kiss. Her kiss always made him feel more alive than ever, nothing in this world made him feel more complete than her lips on his. As they broke apart their kiss, Jason went to pull out the chair for his wife to sit across from him. He then sat down and picked up his silverware to eat her favorite meal. As he took his first bite, he felt like an amateur cooking this food before. "Well, I guess there are better cooks than I am. How's your food my love?"


A 10-year-old tomboyish girl, with a casual, sporty appearance. She prefers wearing practical clothes like shorts and t-shirts over traditionally feminine attire. She's adventurous, curious, and open-minded, displaying maturity beyond her years in the way she approaches and handles sensitive topics. Her energetic nature hints at a lively personality, while her ability to question and analyze situations indicates intelligence. Despite her youth, Cory appears to be quite bold and unafraid of exploring unfamiliar territories.

Semen? Sperm? Cory didn't quite understand it. Is it called semen or is it called sperm? She heard something about it making a woman pregnant as he was explaining it from there, and then something about it coming out in his underwear. So, it goes inside a woman, he said? How does it get inside? Wait, he said ''sex'', right? She had heard about sex, it was when the boy's penis goes inside the vagina!

Despite having all the pieces in front of her, Cory was a little too preoccupied with all the new stuff going on to actually put the pieces together. Or rather, a part of her didn't really want to actively think about it. She sorta wanted to try sex, but didn't want to think about any possible bad consequences that might come out of it.

Well, at any rate, the mere fact that she was struggling with all of this made her pussy feeling a little less itchy. Now she just wanted to clean herself up. "Alright, I'll go get some stuff to clean up," she said, and then got up off Max and crawled back to her side of the tent. She put her pants and underwear back on and let her shirt fall down to cover her belly. The shirt was already wet with Max's err... stuff already anyway, so it wouldn't be bad for her to get it more messy.

She dug out her back pack for her flashlight and took out the lantern for Max in case he was going to stay out here, as well as a second flashlight in case he decided to come along. After this, she emptied out the snacks and put them on top of her sleeping bag so her backpack could be empty in order to carry the stuff she was getting back.

She hoisted the backpack onto her shoulders and grabbed her flashlight. "Umm... are you coming or are you staying here?" she asked, looking back at Max.

Max started to get up and go with her, but then he thought of Cory's Mom, and he didn't want to see her after what Cory and he had just done. What if she saw his wet t-shirt and Cory's wet shirt?

"I'm just going to stay here, OK. Oh, if you have a t-shirt that's too big for you, maybe you could bring it for me to put on." He watched her leave, and since it was getting dark out, he turned on the lantern, which lit up the insides of the tent quite well. The wet t-shirt and slime on his tummy were bothering him, so he took off the t-shirt and wiped the stuff off his tummy with it.

It felt kind of strange sitting there alone naked, but it felt kind of exciting too. Knowing that he and Cory were going to do more sex things, he didn't think she would mind, so he just sat there naked, waiting for her.

After a few minutes, he felt the urge to pee pretty bad. He started to put his pants back on, but it was already dark outside, so he just grabbed the flashlight and had just scooted out the tent opening when he heard Cory coming back. When she got close to the tent, she shined the flashlight on it, and there was Max standing there, stark naked, caught in the beam of light.

Cory went back to her house. Her mom was still awake, and greeted her. "Hi mom! I just realized I forgot a change of clothes."

Her mom answered as Cory ran by real quickly. Before she went to grab some clothes, she went into the bathroom and grabbed some toilet paper in order to wipe the slime off her belly. She had already peed, so she didn't need to use the toilet. However, the toilet was the best way to get rid of the toilet paper. After this, she went under the sink and got a fresh roll so Max could clean himself up too.

She thought a little bit more. Max said that his penis squirted that stuff whenever he had those good feelings. What happens if he does that with his penis in her vagina like she was just thinking about? Well, would it really be all that different from her bleeding when she had her period? She didn't think so, so since she was under the sink anyway, she decided to grab a few of her small size tampons as well and put them with her pad in the inner pocket of the center compartment of her back pack.

She went to her room and grabbed some more clothes. She didn't have any shirt the right size for Max though. But wait, shouldn't Max have brought some of his own clothes? She decided she would just go out and ask him about where he had put his clothes that he had brought over. So, with the things she had gotten, she decided to head back. When she got back, she saw Max with his shirt off, but he was wearing pants again and had them down around his ankles. He was also holding his penis.

"Uhh... hey! Umm... were you just going to pee?" She looked between his penis and his face, wondering and anticipating the opportunity to see it. She hadn't gotten to see it earlier, after all.

Max was just about to start peeing when Cory shined the light on him, which startled him a bit and cut off the impending stream. He looked her way but could not see her with the light shinning on him. "Yeah, when you left, my penis got soft again, and I needed to pee really bad."

Though he couldn't see her, he could sense her excitement and knew she had wanted to see him pee before. "I can't hold off for long. If you want to watch, come on over, and I will pee."

Cory jogged over to Max's words, she stood beside him, close enough to reach out and touch his penis, and shined her light down at his waist and waited anxiously to see him pee. She had seen his penis now already, but this would be her first time ever actually seeing a boy pee.

Max looked down to see his penis illuminated by the flashlight, took a deep breath and then let go. A strong stream jetted out glistening in the light. He couldn't remember his pee ever going out so far from him, but he usually just aimed it into the commode anyway.

The steady stream lightened then slowed to a drip. He wrung his penis in his fingers a few times then shook the last of the drops away. He didn't pull his pants back up but stood there, letting Cory shine the light on his cock.

"That's it," he said not moving. The thought of Cory watching him pee and that she was now standing beside him shining the light on his cock excited him. He stroked his cock a couple of times between his fingers as it started to grow again as they both watched.

Cory watched as Max stood there and peed. It was just like she had heard: boys peed standing up. It just came out of the tip of his penis and went out onto the ground without him even seeming to worry about it making a mess. In fact, after he was finished, he just shook his penis a bit and didn't seem to have much left on his penis. "Wow! Boys are so lucky!" Cory said jealously. "You can pee standing and don't even have to worry about having to wipe afterward, it's just not fair!"

"I never thought about it that way, but I guess you are right." Max was still slowly stroking his penis as it continued to swell. He didn't want to pull his pants back up right now. "When you have to pee next, I want to watch you too." and thinking of her peeing didn't slow the swelling at all. "Did you get stuff to clean up with? I got tired of it being on me and used my t-shirt to wipe it off."

"Oh yeah!" Cory exclaimed, "I didn't have any bigger shirts, but didn't you bring some clothes since you were spending a week here? I thought you brought more bags when you got here. Where did they go?"

"Awww shit. I did, but they are in the bag I brought over. It's in the spare bedroom. My shirt is such a mess now that there is no way I can put it back on. Maybe later we can sneak in when everyone is asleep and I can get something." He looked at her and smiled. His cock was hard now. "You want to go back in the tent? The lantern lights it up inside really well."

Sneaking in after everyone's asleep? Cory wasn't really sure why, it's not like her mom would know they were playing with each other's privates as long as they didn't tell her anything, and she didn't think she would get mad just because his shirt got wet. They could just say they spilled a soda or something if she asked, but she didn't ask anything when she saw Cory's shirt.

All that aside, Cory was noticing Max kept playing with his penis even after he was done peeing. Then he asked if she wanted to go back to the tent, but there was something kind of funny about the way he said it. "Umm... OK, I guess. But, umm... Max? Why do you keep touching your penis?"

Max wasn't thinking about his messy shirt any longer. Cory watching him pee had made him hard again, and he was getting that kind of achy feeling. He was remembering what they had done in the tent earlier. How nice it had felt when Cory touched his penis and how exciting it was to touch her pussy. Her pussy was really wet and slippery, and when she got on top and rubbed it on him... wow... and her butt felt so nice and soft when he grabbed it. "It got hard from you looking at me peeing, and it feels good to touch it when it's hard like this. Now I am remembering the stuff we did and it feels even better." he kind of chuckled. "It was fun and I even liked feeling your butt. Did you like that too?"

"Yeah, it was fun," Cory admitted as she felt her cheeks flush. "So, me looking at you pee made you want your penis touched again?" She started thinking about him talking about the stuff they had just done, and remembered how he sounded a little eager to go back into the tent. Does he want to do it again? Well, she's not really against the idea, and she's more prepared now as well. This time, she will get completely naked so his 'feel good juices' don't get on her shirt again, and all they have to do is clean up with the toilet paper.

"Umm... OK! Let's go back in the tent!" She said, now fully convinced. As soon as she got in and set her backpack down, she immediately started taking her shoes off. When Max came in, she shot him a mischievous smile and immediately sat down with her legs facing him as she stripped off her pants and underwear in a single motion and then spread her legs wide to show him her pussy, grinning even bigger as she watched for his reaction.


An 11-year-old boy, in the early stages of puberty. He's curious and adventurous, not shying away from new experiences or discussions that might be considered taboo for his age. His openness shows he's quite confident for his age, unafraid to explore his own body and share these experiences with Cory. Despite being young, he shows a level of maturity in the way he communicates about delicate subjects. He is of average height and build for a pre-adolescent boy.

"Yeah, it was fun," Cory admitted as she felt her cheeks flush. "So, me looking at you pee made you want your penis touched again?" She started thinking about him talking about the stuff they had just done, and remembered how he sounded a little eager to go back into the tent. Does he want to do it again? Well, she's not really against the idea, and she's more prepared now as well. This time, she will get completely naked so his 'feel good juices' don't get on her shirt again, and all they have to do is clean up with the toilet paper.

"Umm... OK! Let's go back in the tent!" She said, now fully convinced. As soon as she got in and set her backpack down, she immediately started taking her shoes off. When Max came in, she shot him a mischievous smile and immediately sat down with her legs facing him as she stripped off her pants and underwear in a single motion and then spread her legs wide to show him her pussy, grinning even bigger as she watched for his reaction.

The lantern really lit up the tent nicely, and Max had a good view of Cory's pussy as she sat there with her legs spread open. He smiled at her and then quickly took off his shoes and pants as he looked at her. He was completely naked now. The only good place to sit down in the smallish tent with Cory sitting in the middle with her legs spread was more or less between her legs, so Max settled down there.

He looked at her and smiled. She still had on her shirt, and he was curious to see her all naked too. "I'm naked Cory. Shouldn't you get all naked too? What if I squirted out more sperm stuff? You don't want to get your shirt messy again."


A princess with an assertive and fiery personality. She is not afraid to voice her objections and stands up for herself, even in adverse situations. Her fury and indignation suggest a strong sense of self-worth and dignity. Physically, she possesses a delicate appearance, accentuated by her soft fur and feminine features. Despite her physical vulnerability, she displays resilience under duress. Her status as royalty gives her an air of authority, but it also makes her conscious about societal expectations tied to chastity and propriety.

Yvette felt her cheeks flush when she saw the head of Amelia's cock press between her thighs. She never got the chance to measure it up against her stomach, however. When the knight pulled back, she didn't push it forward again. The heat left Yvette's thighs, but she decided to be patient for a moment—just a moment—while the human clumsily fumbled about. A soft gasp escaped her when she felt the head pressing against her pink, virginal slit. Yvette shivered as Amelia rubbed and teased. It was as close as she could ever be to a cock without going too far. Well, this was much too far, really, but... *I'm going in.*

"What?" Yvette's head snapped up and she glared back over her shoulder. Before she could protest or pull away, Amelia thrust, forcing her way in. A pained cry filled the tent, followed quickly by barked orders, "No! Stop!" Yvette reached back and shoved against the knight, but even the slightest movement hurt. She couldn't pull herself off of the knight's cock without sending a shock of pain through her body, so instead, she froze, glaring furiously back to Amelia. "Idiot knave," she cursed. "What do you think you're doing!? I told you before that this was off limits!" Yvette barred her teeth at Amelia, nearing a loss of words for the human's mindless insolence. "Do you not understand anything!?" She could not wrap her head around Amelia. The hell was going through her head!?

"Enough," she growled, pushing against Amelia once more in order to leverage herself off of the cock. It still hurt, but the pain was fading, and something else surged to the surface. Yvette faltered, quivering around the cock that split her, even as a thin line of blood-tinged slick trickled down to her clit.

Oh my goodness, Yvette was so damn tight! She had only managed to push in an inch or two past the now broken barrier of Yvette's hymen, leaving Amelia with still a good 7 or 8 inches out, not that it mattered to her so much as it was still a sensation she had never thought she'd get to feel with another woman. Human or otherwise. Looking down at it too, she could see how the vagina just stretched apart, clinging down onto her shaft where it squeezed her, the slick feeling around her cock from Yvette's inner walls and the mix of blood and juices trickling between the gap and out of the vagina ever so slightly. She was going to relish the feel of it and maybe even go further with it.

If it wasn't for the insufferable Princess starting up her ridiculous antics again and making Amelia groan in discomfort with the rough movements while her cock was still wedged inside her.

"H-hey! Stop m-moving around!" Amelia barked at the Princess with a glare, watching as the latter was flipping out on her about this being off limits and attempting to push against her lower stomach with her feeble efforts. But, because Amelia wasn't about to loose the one thing she just started to feel around her male appendage, she held into Yvette's hips with a strong enough grip to keep herself in place, even going as far as to only make her push herself in further. Her thick human cock penetrating deeper into the depths as they struggle commenced, inch after inch she could feel herself forcing the tight fit of the vagina give way to her cock that was assisted with the natural lubrication of Yvette's heat. And, when Amelia had reached about 6 inches of her cock inside the Princess in the forbidden act of sexual desire, she was inside with over half her length and the tip of hers feeling the deep entrance of something limiting her advances. She had reached the cervix. There was no more room for her.

But this was all fine for the Knight, her cock twitching with the excitement to feel another woman around it, Amelia herself grunting as she had pushed herself inside more before she let go of Yvette's furred hip and ceased the wrist belonging to Yvette in order to stop her from pushing each other away. Her tone making it clear she was not pleased herself, layered with her underlining perverse intentions "S-shut up, Bun-bun. I know what I'm doing! So quit your squirming and maybe it won't feel so bad. Geeze, can't you tell I'm trying to make us feel better? Besides, I couldn't help it, OK? I've never had this chance before and I don't think it'll come again. Plus you... you felt kind of good. It'll only be for a moment anyway, so stop making such a scene about it. What's the worst that could happen?"

Against her protests, Amelia took hold of Yvette's hips and continued to force her way in. Yvette yelped, tears gathering in her eyes, "S-stop! It hurts!" The bunny ceased her squirming only in submission to the pain of being split open, but her muscles still twitched around the knight's massive cock. The knight only stopped when she could go no further, but that didn't stop the curr from trying, adding insult to injury with one more push. "There's no more room," she barked, glaring furiously back to the knight. Tears wet her cheeks, but that didn't lessen the furrow of her brows or the fire in her eyes. Like before, she tried to pull herself off of the knight's cock, but the pain of being overstuffed kept her firmly in place. It was like her body refused to let the cock go. She pressed a hand to her lower abdomen, trying to gauge the depth at which the knight had sunk herself. Yvette was certain it had to be all of it, but she shouldn't feel Amelia against her ass. It frightened her to think that there might be more, and it disgusted her to find herself thrilled all the while.

"How dare you," she growled. "I could have you hanged or quartered for this!" It was true. Amelia had essentially forfeited her life for the crime she was committing. Though, in order to see her punished, Yvette would have to explain what happened. She was still ruined, even if it had been forced on her. However, if she kept quiet about it, perhaps she could find a plausible excuse for her shattered hymen. Horseriding, perhaps? Of course, all of that rode on one thing...

"What's the worst that could happen!? Have you not realized that I am in heat? Don't you know what that means!?" Yvette didn't even know if this man or woman could get her pregnant, but it was absolutely not a risk she was willing to take. "You have already destroyed my chastity. I refuse to carry your child!"


A bold and audacious futanari bunny knight girl, unafraid to cross boundaries and defy societal norms. She possesses a dominant personality, which is reflected in her imposing physical stature. Her strong grip and evident physical strength complement her assertive nature. Despite the risks involved in her actions, she pursues her desires relentlessly, demonstrating a reckless disregard for consequences. Amelia's insensitivity towards others' feelings indicates a lack of empathy. She has an apparent fascination with experiencing new sensations, hinting at an adventurous spirit.

Against her protests, Amelia took hold of Yvette's hips and continued to force her way in. Yvette yelped, tears gathering in her eyes, "S-stop! It hurts!" The bunny ceased her squirming only in submission to the pain of being split open, but her muscles still twitched around the knight's massive cock. The knight only stopped when she could go no further, but that didn't stop the curr from trying, adding insult to injury with one more push. "There's no more room," she barked, glaring furiously back to the knight. Tears wet her cheeks, but that didn't lessen the furrow of her brows or the fire in her eyes. Like before, she tried to pull herself off of the knight's cock, but the pain of being overstuffed kept her firmly in place. It was like her body refused to let the cock go. She pressed a hand to her lower abdomen, trying to gauge the depth at which the knight had sunk herself. Yvette was certain it had to be all of it, but she shouldn't feel Amelia against her ass. It frightened her to think that there might be more, and it disgusted her to find herself thrilled all the while.

"How dare you," she growled. "I could have you hanged or quartered for this!" It was true. Amelia had essentially forfeited her life for the crime she was committing. Though, in order to see her punished, Yvette would have to explain what happened. She was still ruined, even if it had been forced on her. However, if she kept quiet about it, perhaps she could find a plausible excuse for her shattered hymen. Horseriding, perhaps? Of course, all of that rode on one thing...

"What's the worst that could happen!? Have you not realized that I am in heat? Don't you know what that means!?" Yvette didn't even know if this man or woman could get her pregnant, but it was absolutely not a risk she was willing to take. "You have already destroyed my chastity. I refuse to carry your child!"

Amelia was well enough aware that there was no more room to give, looking down at the sight of the bunny ass and that cock of hers buried inside the very snug furred vagina stretched around her shaft, she saw that half of her cock remained outside, unable to push any more in even when she tried. The other half was secured inside the tight vaginal walls that the bunny possessed, especially being the first time to happen to either of them, it felt very much like Yvette's vagina wanted to keep that cock inside. However...

"I know you're in heat, I've been around enough Bunnies to tell. And stop being such a daft brat, do you honestly think I even want you to have children with me?" she barked back, glaring back at those angry eyes threatening to tear up because of Amelia "Just... just let me feel it out for a bit!" she demanded soon after before resuming her viewing of half her cock crammed inside such a tight space. A space she invaded without asking and was well enough aware that she's likely to be executed if anyone found out. She doubted that the guards would not check on her if Yvette asked them to strip her to prove that Amelia did indeed have a penis to have sex with a Princess when she shouldn't have done this and she can easily claim rape. Amelia is a Knight after all while Yvette is a fragile Princess.

"Ooh~My goodness... so that's how it feels... to be inside another..." Amelia couldn't help to mutter out as she remained fully inserted, shifting her hips side to side for her cock to squirm about deep inside Yvette, the tip of her cock massaging the cervix while the rest of her shaft was simply rubbing against the already tight walls, the cock twitching in response to Yvette's walls twitching against her cock. The hands that were resting on that furred ass doing the same, running over the soft fur and kneading those cheeks while Amelia hummed out her moans further. It should only be a minute that she'd like to stay like this, but she felt that Yvette might have something to say about it right about... now.