The Babysitter

Author's Note: This one was fun to write and will be continued. Reviews, as always, are appreciated and loved. But be aware. You read the warnings. Flames will not be tolerated. Constructive criticism, on the other hand, is welcome.

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Between jobs, Harlen found himself in a bit of a fix. He'd been striving to save enough money for college, but the recent rate of unemployment had taken a toll on everyone. He almost lost hope until that day when - skittering across the road, caught up by a stray breeze - a flier crossed his path. He picked it up and heart leapt. 'Babysitter Needed.'


A smirk crossed his muzzle. Babysitting? Seriously? There could be no easier job. He contacted the mother of the child and in no time it was concrete. He was going over tonight. Packing a rucksack and draping it across his shoulder he rang the doorbell, smiling wryly when the boy's mother answered, looking frazzled.


"Oh thank god you're here. I'm on my way out. Phone numbers are on the fridge - just call if anything happens, or if you have any questions."


He blinked at her flurried manner but nodded his head. "Yes, Ms. Prescott." he murmured agreeably just the same.


"I'm sorry but I'm really late as it is - I've got to go - well, you boys have fun!" And she was off. Curious, Harlen ventured into the house, at first seeing no sign of the kid he was to be looking after. "Hello?" he called. "Jakoby? Come out, come out, wherever you are."


There was the sound of small footsteps, heard coming from overhead as the boy raced across the floor. He sped around the corner and hurried down the stairs. "Mom wait! What about dinne--" he stopped short. And suddenly he was faced with Harlen. A tall muscular beast with gorgeously soft fur. Coby stood there, his eyes wide with fear. He felt his heart leap into his throat as he shrank back, clutching to the post nearest him, watching the hound.


"Ah...Hello. Are you Mr. Harlen? " he asked, hoping that would be a yes and that he was not trapped, alone with someone his mother had foolishly let into house. Which the child would learn was exactly the case. He stood there, one ear perked up, bushy little tail twitching nervously.


Flashing a smile that showed off a hint of sharp ivory fang, the fox nodded his head, an affirmative gesture. "The name's Harlen Wildfire." he held an arm out for the boy to shake his hand, while crimson eyes scanned Jakoby over, assessing him. Built lithe as most of his kind, the boy had a sweet swimmer's build to him, just small hints of muscle earned from play available to the watchful gaze here and there. He also seemed to have a great many scratches. Band-aids practically littered the little one's body. "And you're Jakoby, am I right?" He smirked softly.


The pale bunny stared at Harlen for a moment. He squeaked when the fox smiled toothily at him, his ears standing straight up in alarm. Coby eyed the hand warily and reached out, taking it gently he stared at the paw for a long moment. He didn't feel like the man wanted to hurt him. And as the fear ebbed it was quickly replaced by a avid curiosity. Little pink nose twitching the boy pressed his lips to the man's hand in a sweet gesture. "Oui." he said, french accent shinning through easily. "Mama calls me Coby. " He said, looking up at the man.


Harlen felt a pang of surprise when the boy did that, though he was far from ready to complain. Sweeping the boy up into the air he cradled him against his chest, running a hand up the curve of his back, softly petting him. "I see. Coby it is then. Well Coby, since I'm going to be watching you for the next few hours I figured we could pass the time by watching a movie. I brought something special... you could say it's for - ah - big boys, but you're mature enough to keep a secret aren't you? One between just us guys..."


He carried him into the living room, soon depositing him lightly onto the sofa.


What happened nex was not anticipated by the bunny at all. Suddenly strong arms encircles his small body, hoisting him into the air regardless of complaint. The boy gave a startled cry, eyes wide. "W-what are you doing?" he squeaked. He stared down at the man, his white paws resting firmly on Harlen's shoulders as the man carried him away. He blinked when he found himself on the sofa, staring up at the vivid fox. His little tail swished back and forth.


"I can keep a secret! I can Mr. Harlen!" He said, bright eyed and curious.


The fox arched an eyebrow, surprise and confusion coursing through him...but it made sense, of course. Single mother... it was likely that the youth hadn't been exposed to many males in his life. If any.


Petting the top of the rabbit's fleece soft head fur he murred out soothingly. "I thought you could." He gave him a roguish smile, while reaching into his rucksack for the tape in question. Walking over to the television set he slid it into the VCR player. "Do you know where the remote is?" Harlen questioned, but answered his own by discovering it on top of the set.


Plucking it up he went to sit alongside Jakoby, stretching his legs out comfortably. "This will be fun." he assured him, and turned it on. Immediately porn splashed itself across the set; vivid, wild, and loud, a man was plunging into the folds of a woman's pussy as if he had felt nothing finer. Totally relaxed, the teenaged fox leaned back, crossing one leg casually over the other. "Have you ever seen anything like this, Coby?"


Jakoby smiled brightly, finding himself rather excited to be watching a movie for boys. He did not in fact have much male interaction. And to be in the company of another male who so eagerly wanted to do these boyish things with him was all the child had ever dreamt of. Dreams promptly altered oddly by the vivid wild images displayed on the screen. Coby at first didn't comprehend what he was seeing and didn't understand why he shouldn't look at it. "Uh...n-no sir. What is it…?" he asked, confused


"It's called pornography. When you get bigger, you'll find yourself becoming very interested in these things. You're small now. It looks yucky to you, doesn't it?"


The fox chuckled, reading his charge as easy as an open book. "...But it's actually a beautiful thing, when you think about it, Coby. Look..." He placed a hand lightly on top of the rabbit's head, which he turned slightly to face the television set once more. "See how he's putting his penis inside of her? It feels good for the woman, and even better for the man. And, when he's feeling the best, white stuff will come out of him. It goes into her and...well. That's how babies are made. I bet your Mom told you it was the stork."


The boy shook his head. he wasn't entirely sure what it looked like to him! Babies!? The rabbit's ears flickered underneath the man's fingers curiously as he sat forward a little more. Was a baby going to come out of her during the movie? "When does the baby come out?" he asked excitedly, looking up at the fox, tilting his head up to stare at him with wide, curious blue eyes. "Mr. Harlen can boys have babies too?" That childish imagination was running wild. He'd always wanted a little brother, someone to play with maybe.


Harlen chuckled. "No. It takes months for a baby to grow big enough to be born, Coby." he told the little rabbit. Inspired by his words he slipped an arm up under his cute little rump and pulled him over into his lap. "Why do you ask that, hnnn? Are you telling me you would want to have a baby someday?" he questioned, teasing the boy lightly. He'd breathe out a warm breath against the nape of his neck, while his hand moved, to slide up under the cotton fabric of his Digimon T-shirt.


His fingers ghosted over his belly and navel, slipping upward to rub against his upper chest, and nipples. One finger flicked across one of these little peaks, seemingly inadvertently brushing it to hardness.


Months!? He didn't want to wait that long! That was longer than days! The boy looked deflated until he was pulled into Harlen's lap, his blue eyes widened, little pink nose twitching. "Uhm...I...always w-wanted another boy to play with." He said nervously. His breath caught in his throat at the hand that slid up his shirt. "Ah!..What..What are you doing?" He gasped, feeling his skin tingle beneath his fur at the presence of ingers along his sensitive body. "Ah...That's m-my nipple."


The teen leaned in close, pressing his nose to the nape of the rabbit's neck so that he could fully breathe in the scent of his fur. "Touching you." he responded, his voice coming out slightly muffled against the fur. He continued to tease him, deliberately now, circling that finger again and again around the sensitive patch of pink flesh, turning it scarlet beneath the shirt. "Does it hurt, or does it feel good?"


Coby gasped, his little body jumped sharply. He bit his lip nervously. Should he be doing this? His mother told him never to let strangers touch him. But Harlen wasn't hurting him. Did it feel good though? The bunny boy shivered and let out a low, startled mewl, his hands gripping at Harlen's arms nervously. "I...ah..I don't know." He answered truthfully.


"Think about it." Harlen urged him, turning his head to press his open mouth against the curve of the rabbit's exposed neck. He licked the fur, dampening it in a few swift swipes. His fingers meanwhile went on relentlessly teasing those sensitive areas. He moved his thumb and forefinger to capture the nipple between them, and slowly began to roll the teat around and around until it was fully, possibly almost painfully, rigid. His other hand swept around Jakoby, and this one pressed to the front of his shorts. It rubbed all over, up and down, nice and firm. "Don't be scared, Coby, just be honest. Does it feel bad? Am I hurting you?"


The rabbit's cheeks flushed scarlet, eyes closed as his small body writhed, cradled against the fox's taut body. "Hii!" His eyes widened at the applied pressure to his sensitive nub. "W-wai..wait I can't--" he let out a low moan, back arching at the man's fingers teased his boyhood, which was already tenting in his pants. "Ah! Nh...I can't think..."Though the answer was quite obvious by this point, the way his small body wriggled and squirmed in helpless abandon. "G..good...It --" he was cut short by a loud cry, as his back arched, head thrown back as he came suddenly in his short, body quivering. He was soaked.


"It's okay, it's okay..." the deviant fox murmured in the shivering child's ear, pulling him fully to his chest and wrapping both arms around him when he felt him seize up like that and - if he wasn't mistaken - hit his first orgasm. "Shhhhhh..." He breathed in his ear, kissing the nape of his neck. "That was perfect. You did brilliantly, Coby... and there's no reason to be scared... it's all completely normal....so just rest, for a moment. Rest here with me on the couch..."


Lifting the remote, he cut the television set off.

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To Be Continued