Taken by Surprise

Late in my primary-school years, and all through high school, my classmates and I were required to put in a minimum of 40 hours of community service a year to pass. We found various ways of doing it, volunteering for different charitable causes, helping out around town, or assisting those in need. I spent much of my community-service time doing the last. In seventh and eighth grade I was working for Siurann "Dr. Sue" Riict, a newly-divorced botanist with three kids, all younger than me. The elder two could take care of themselves, but often, when I wasn't helping Dr. Riict manage her garden, I would keep Elizabeth, her youngest, amused or take care of her.

Keep in mind that with a lot of the stuff in the garden, I had to help Dr. Riict out because she barely breaks five feet - and she's considered tall for her species. I was and am a big guy, so I have much better leverage with full-sized shovels and so on. (Granted, she's pretty strong, but she has to use child-scaled tools, and when it comes to digging holes? I do that stuff.)

Maybe some history is in order.

About twenty-five years ago, winter 2012, a floating island appeared. It floated through the air, you know? It just meandered around over land, or made short hops over the sea. Nobody was really sure what held it up, but tons of people started helicoptering up there and checking things out. One of them must have found some machinery and pressed buttons he shouldn't have, because the island started to sink, people nearby started having nightmarish visions of apocalypse and hell and all that crazy stuff, and the island was evacuated of its inhabitants... these rabbit-people, like Dr. Riict. Short, stocky, with long floppy ears, gentle in nature although not pacifists. They got along with pretty much everyone.

Then the island fell on Detroit, absolutely flattening it. Religious fundamentalists started agitating about how these rabbit-people were tools of the devil, and shit got pretty crazy. Eventually, a war broke out. It was nominally about the right of the fundies in Colorado to ignore mortal governments, but really it was a right-wing reaction to a series of laws passed by the government that gave full rights and equal status to gays, transfolk, women, people of all races, and non-human high-intelligence life forms. And when I say it was a war, it wasn't a Clausewitzian conflict of states, it was more like Northern Ireland-style Troubles. It was a terror campaign waged by the militias, who occasionally invaded a few city blocks at a time; and then the National Guard, state police and deputized vigilantes would fight them back.

Well, Dr. Riict was a community leader in that conflict, which ended about ten years ago. Her ex-husband, Col. Quintal, had been an officer in the National Guard. They'd gotten to know each other during the war, working together, they fell in love, and... well, it turns out that we and they can interbreed. Who knew? But Col. Quintal and Dr. Riict had their fallings-out, more's the pity. They're friends, they stay in touch, but they're no longer married or living together.

Well, like I said, after they'd split up, I got to know them, got to know their kids... The eldest, a son, was almost entirely human, and their middle one, a daughter, was almost entirely a Lapin, as we've come to call them. And the youngest, well, she had been developing more or less as a Lapin, though with a slightly more human-shaped face, a little less of a muzzle. When she was growing up, I thought she was just going to be an odd-looking Lapin.

Well, I was wrong.

You know, for high school and college, I was away from my hometown, where Dr. Riict had been a neighbor. So for eight years, I didn't really keep up with what was happening with those folks. I'd just dropped in for a weekend now and again to shake some hands, have a dinner with my folks, and then I'd head to school again. But when I got back with my new college degree, Dr. Riict had a job for me: could I please come into her house and install the air conditioners in the windows? I was glad to help, because I liked her, and I knew she had trouble with that kind of thing. I'd done it before, too.

We talked a bit about the assignment. She was heading out of town for the next couple of days, but her youngest daughter would be home to let me in; could I please just knock? Sure, I said, not a problem.

I went.

I knocked.

The person who answered the door was clearly Elizabeth, but after eight years of growing up from small-childhood. She might've been... thirteen? Fourteen? Still a kid, but really starting to grow up. She no longer had that amazed-kid-look in her eyes, just the airy sweetness that she'd inherited from her mother.

We talked a little, I asked about her studies, she told me about some of her friends, we talked about music. Eventually, though, I had to break it off - I wasn't there to chat.

"Sorry, Elizabeth," I said, "It's not that I don't like talking with you, but your mother asked me to put the air conditioners in - can you point me to where they are?"

"Call me Liz, please," she said. "Yeah, the ACs are downstairs. If you need an extra pair of hands, I bet I can help."

I liked the more grown Elizabeth already. Offering to be helpful like that? I didn't know if I would've done that at her age, but whatever.

I went down into the basement and hefted one of the window units. I was just thinking about how Liz had changed shape. She'd been short and stocky as a little kid, like all Lapins are, but since then she'd gotten taller. She was more human-proportioned, with straighter legs, although she'd kept the full-body coat of fur and digitigrade stance of the Lapins, so her feet were pretty darn big. She was also starting to fill out a little, you know. Well, more than a little. She wasn't going to be a curvy supermodel, but she was pretty easy on the eyes.

Well, all told, it took me about an hour. I had to go down to the basement, right, get the AC, haul it up to the window it belonged in, put it down, brace it properly, check the filters, set up the window seal, and finally plug it in and make sure it turned on. I kept... bumping into Liz, or she was bumping into me. After all, we were working closely together, but I became acutely aware of the touch of her hip against mine, her breasts against my arm, her arm reaching over my shoulder. She smelled nice. It was distracting, putting thoughts in my head that didn't really belong there. Part of me scolded the rest, saying, "Come on, she's fourteen!" But the deeper-down parts didn't care, and were just interested in appreciating a well-formed female body.

When I was done, I told myself it was probably time to go home, so I poured out a glass of cold water and prepared to leave. Liz stopped me, though.

"I'm here alone," she said. "My brother and sister are away in college, my mother's at a conference and couldn't bring me, and my father's always busy. Can you stay for a bit? I'm kind of lonely."

I shrugged. Against my better judgment, I decided to stay. And so we sat down on the couch, and we just... you know, we talked. About anything, really, anything that came to mind. Turns out our interests weren't that similar, but for the sake of politeness I talked with her about the misbehavior of Disney's child stars and so on. And she was sitting pretty close to me, too, while we talked. She was watching my eyes. And that was trouble, because I tend to break eye contact frequently - and my eyes kept straying downward. She was wearing a kind of old and battered T-shirt and shorts, nothing special, but still...

She got up and filled a couple of glasses of water, then brought them back. I took a sip from mine and put it down, she drained hers. Then she stood, right in front of me, our knees almost touching.

"I want to say thanks," she said quietly. "I... I saw the way you were looking at me, like you'd look at a woman instead of a girl. Making me feel like a woman." She tilted her head slightly, her floppy ears framing her pretty face. "You were trying not to look, but I can tell you like what you see."

Then she sat side-saddle on my lap, facing me, her whiskers curled forward. I wondered if she was in heat. I didn't even know if Lapins had heat or not. But I put my arms around her, despite all my wondering. Pretty shortly, her sitting on my lap started to get a little uncomfortable, you know... she noticed. She smiled, and after dancing in place a little, she got up again. She leaned over me, so our faces were close and I could see every one of the little white hairs on the bridge of her nose. She also put a hand on my groin, and I winced slightly.

"Since you're so happy to have me sit on your lap..." Her ears twitched. "Do you want me to suck on it?"

Hesitantly, I nodded.

She tugged on my jeans, and I helped her, stepping out of them and then sitting back. She knelt, and then went to it. It was a little awkward - well, okay, it was very awkward. I was getting a blowjob from a fourteen-year-old girl! Plus, I still had my shorts on, and it was pretty clear she'd never done this before. I stroked her ears gently. "You don't need to go so deep so quickly, Liz."

She eased up a little, and pretty quickly, she'd gotten the idea. It wasn't long after that that I warned her I was close, and then I tensed up and shot a load into her mouth. She took it pretty well, although she coughed for a moment, and it splattered a bit. I pulled her up beside me and hugged her, though.

She smiled slightly. "Well, you warned me."

"You look like you're not too sure about the taste."

She made a face. "No, I'm sure." Then she giggled. "But I asked you, not the other way around." And with that, she kissed me full on the mouth.

The taste of her... well, hard to describe, but of course it was mixed with the taste of me. She tasted like grass smells, like ripe fruit smells. I didn't pull away from her. I mean... it was nice. She felt nice, on top of me, and she tasted nice, and... well, any man too offended at his own taste shouldn't ever get in the sack, that's all I've got to say about that.

I think, past that point, thoughts of her age just didn't enter into it.

I tucked things back into my shorts and got my jeans back on, while she drained my water glass. Then she sat back on my lap. I started petting her, then, not just putting my arms around her. To the touch, she was a very pleasant mixture of soft and lean. I was just enjoying the feel of her, letting my hands wander over her curves. When my fingers brushed her inner thighs, she made a quiet little sound, you know.

I turned to her. "May I?"

She nodded, her eyes closed, and she actually started to blush through her fur. I let my fingers wander over the surface of her shorts, ending of course just between her thighs. With a little pressure, she sighed, making a purring sound. I stroked a little more firmly through the fabric, and I asked her, "Would you like me to do the same for you? Use my mouth?"

She paused for a moment, and so did I, until she shook her head. I shrugged. "Well, I'm not going to pressure you into anything."

She shifted her position in my lap, putting her weight down a little more squarely on top of my fingers. That way, if I pushed against her, I was pushing into her, not just, you know, against her from the front. I kept that up for a few strokes, then put my hand on the button of her shorts. "May I?"

She giggled and nodded, and then she helped me open up her shorts. She wriggled out of them, then settled back beside me. I stroked over her belly, downward and over her labia (through the fabric), then slipped my hand into her underwear and started teasing her that way. She was pretty clearly excited. Won't go into detail on that, you know what I mean. And the feel of her on my fingers, the scent of her like that, got me excited again. It wasn't long before I had the same raging hard-on as before. And since she'd been petting me like I'd been petting her a minute before, oh, you'd better believe she noticed.

She got up and took off her shirt, I helped her out of her bra, and in short order she was standing naked in front of me. Her fur was short fuzz on most of her body, except a stripe of thicker, glossy fur a couple of inches wide along her back, and her belly, where it was short and silky- soft... Then she was helping me out of my clothes. She lay back on the sofa and tugged at my arm. The intent was clear. There was just one more thing to do, and that was reach into the little pocket in my backpack, sitting beside the couch. There was a certain foil-wrapped packet, you understand. It amused her no end as she helped me slip it on, and then she lay back again.

After teasing with the tip, if you will, I tried penetrating her, but she offered a certain amount of resistance, and it was clearly uncomfortable for her. Nothing was tearing loose or bleeding, but still. I pulled back, stroking the ruff of fur between her breasts. "Do you want to be on top, instead?"

She nodded. "I guess I could ease onto you at my own pace."

We traded places, and she settled on top of me. I enjoyed the view about as much as I enjoyed the feeling of being guided in. She was still just as tight, this time, and still a little uncomfortable, but I think the feeling of being in control helped. She settled down to the hilt, and we just stayed there, not moving much, as she got used to the feeling. And then she leaned forward and just started moving gently, back and forth, letting me slide out a little and then back in. Then a little faster, and I reached up to fondle one of her ears. She tilted her head against my hand, and I smiled up at her.

When I was confident it wouldn't hurt her, I started to push back against her, and she seemed excited by it. She started moving faster yet, really letting me slide almost completely out, and then (by her effort and mine combined) slide back in all the way. It wasn't too long before I was finished a second time, but she didn't stop. She kept sliding up and down until everything had gone limp and fallen right out of her, you know.

I sat up and kissed her cheek, squeezing her to me with one arm as my other went searching, then slipping my fingers into her again. She laughed as I did it, but I knew what I was doing; presently she put her hand over mine, making sure my fingers hit the right spot (it's not quite where it is in humans). And shortly after, her breathing became fast and labored, and her body shook. I think it was her first climax in company.

We sat there, side by side, cooling off, getting our breath back... I put my shorts on after a minute and excused myself, then ducked into the bathroom to toss out the rubber and wash up a bit. A moment after I closed the door behind me, she opened it and followed me in, apparently intent on doing the same. And when we were done, she put a hand on my head, twirling my hair. It's a very calming feeling, having someone do that.

That was just about when her age hit me again.

"Elizabeth, uh, you realize what we've done is illegal, right?"

She shrugged. "It's between you and me, then. Nobody else has to know."

I shrugged too, and sighed. "Well, as long as we both remember that." I tweaked her whiskers gently. "I should probably get going, though."

"Well, that's true enough," she said. "Too bad, huh?"

I thought about it, and I realized that yeah, I did kind of want to stay. But I was still nervous about anyone finding out, so I just shrugged. "I guess. Yeah. I'm sorry. This was kind of dumb of me, I think."

"But it was fun, wasn't it?"

"Mmmh, I--"

"I had fun. I'm pretty sure you liked it too."

"Yeah, I did."

"Not so hard to admit, is it?" She swatted my face gently, her blunt claws digging in a little. "Come on, though, you do need to get out of here."

We helped each other get dressed again, getting in a little more petting as we did, and then it was time for me to leave. I put on my jacket and helmet, waved to her, unlocked my bike and pedaled away.

Nothing happened for two days. Two days of me being nervous as hell, you understand? But then I got a text message from Elizabeth. I made sure I wasn't being observed and flipped open the phone. Then my eyes popped out of my head in shock.

She'd sent me a photo of herself, artfully posed, but quite, quite naked.

I wrote back: What are you doing?

She wrote back: Just something for you to remember me by :3 Don't spread it around, though. It's just for you.

I wrote back: Well, thanks. I'll be sure not to.

I thought about deleting it, but then I figured: what the hell, I'll put it somewhere safe, first. So I did that... and then I deleted it and covered my tracks. No, I won't tell you where I put it, but I will say it was a sexy photo.

The next day, she wrote me a rather longer text message. This is what it said:

Jason, we had a nice time, but I have to wonder. Most human guys won't even look at me, but you stared like you were hungry and I was a salmon fillet. What happened there?

I cursed inwardly, but it deserved a reply, I guess. So I started typing.

"Liz, do you know what a furry is?"