Mike was humming as he walked down the hall to his bathroom. The cub in his arms was a comfortable weight, her body nuzzled against his cum-soaked fur, eagerly awaiting the shower he promised her. Their post-jerk smell was starting to get to both of them, not to mention how much his fur would mat without soapy intervention. Jasmine was half-watching the lewd posters on the wall as they passed. She giggled at one in particular, depicting an alligator and tabby cat model engaged in a very male embrace. “Their wieners are so big, they can’t even hug without them poking out,” the older tiger stopped to chuckle at her observation, his eyes following where her slender black finger pointed to. Below the passionate tongue-kissing, twin shafts were pressed against each other, pointing in the direction of the viewer. The composition was certainly intentional, the high resolution of the photography revealing every detail of both cocks as well as a bead of precum that broke free from the precipice of the gator’s tip, rolling down the side of his shaft.
	“All the better for us to admire something so juicy, honey,” Mike made a fake gagging sound, poking out his cheek with his tongue to emphasize his exaggerated pantomime of a blowjob. Jasmine laughed and flicked her hanging tail at him to get him to stop. Drawing out that light little noise was enough excuse for the tom to act clownish. Once Jasmine calmed down and Mike continued his pace, the cub in his arms spoke again, “Well, I like yours better.” Mike smiled at the compliment, “Aww,” and he kissed Jasmine on the head, “Thank you, Jazz.” The tiger contemplated the member in question, his penis flaccid between his legs. While he was by no means a porn star in size, his cock was a comfortable 6-and-a-half inches long with girth to boot, and he never worried about “looking small” like some of the other guys he knew. A plain look would tell that he would fit firmly in the “shower-not-grower” category of male anatomy, being only slightly smaller when soft, his erection simply raising the flesh and hardening it, rather than it being a holistic expansion. His foreskin typically covered all but the tip, this slight growth just enough to uncover his glans.
	That was fine by him, whether he kept it uncovered or when he wore his few non-crotchless bottoms, he soaked in the looks he got from others.  Shame was pretty much nonexistent in his community, so his near-daily acts of public nudity wouldn’t cause any problems, but that doesn’t stop people from enjoying the eye-candy. The only real downside was when a buddy of his tried to introduce him to chastity cages. Mike was interested, but despite his efforts there was absolutely no way he could get it to fit.
	They entered the bathroom, ending his ruminations about his dick. The room was a study in gentle contrasts, the whites of the shower and ceiling opposed the earthy granite tones of the sink counter in a tasteful way. It was not without decoration, a surprisingly chaste painting of a bunch of pink flowers adorning the wall. The piece was untitled. An array of colorful bottles and various substances stocked his shelves and cabinet, promising glistening coats and flowing manes. There was only one problem with Mike’s admittedly diverse set of personal hygienics. There wasn’t anything geared toward the unique needs of a dragoness cub.
	That just wouldn’t do. Jasmine is going to be treated like a princess while she’s here. Mike kneeled down to let her out of the cradle hold and spoke, “Ok, sweetie, I’m going to grab a few things out of your backpack, alright?” She nodded, and the older tom stood up, but not before the diminutive girl gave a quick peck to the base of his cock, now at eye level. The slack shaft twitched hard from her little kiss, forcing a pleasured huff from the adult. “Goddamn honey, you’re not gonna let me rest huh?” The admonishment was anything but, the minx standing there with an innocent look on her face. Turning from her, he walked out into the hall.
	Trotting down to his living room, Mike’s pace was quick but unhurried. Within moments of leaving his piece-of-tail-cum-ward, he found the backpack’s resting spot. Kneeling down, he opened the glitzy unicorn bag to search for the familiar ditty bag that held her toiletries. A moment’s search found it, and he set it to the side, as he also found a few other articles worth noting. One was a variety pack of condoms, labeled “sized for ages 6 and up.” Most of the smaller sized condoms were already gone, undoubtedly the result of some fun with her classmates. He placed the box next to her bathroom supplies, letting her choose if he would use his or her supply when it came to it. The other piece of interest for now was a gorgeous little outfit, a virtually transparent purple dress of some silk-like fabric. It left her shoulders and neckline bare, while covering her arms and leading down to mid-thigh. He could clearly make out his paws through the outfit. It was more fitting to be worn by an assertive cougar than a single-digit cub. It was perfect, and he hoped she’d want to wear it after they washed up.
	He nodded to himself from his discoveries, shifting a little on his knees as he felt a growing pressure in his bladder. He was careful to stay hydrated with how often he’d end up sweating while admiring his collection, but it has to come back out eventually. Well, he’d be able to take care of that shortly, he thought.
	Dress in one paw and satchel in the other, he marched back to the bathroom, his mission a success. The sensation in his groin was growing slowly, by no means an emergency just yet. But the tom knew he needed to piss soon. Just a few steps away from the open door, he heard what sounded like someone clambering onto something. That noise could only be one thing. Mike simply grinned and continued into the room without pause. The cub had just finishing scooting her butt up to a comfortable spot on the toilet. The pressure of his growing need felt like it doubled as he watched her.
Jasmine’s head turned to the door as he entered. “Oh, Uncle Mike. I needed to pee. did you need to go too?” She moved to get off, but he waved a paw to stop her. “Yeah, but there’s plenty of room for both of us,” he answered as he piled the items in his paws onto the counter, moving up to her on the toilet. A paw landed on her shoulder as his other guided his half-hard penis to point at the gap between her now-spread legs and the foremost part of the toilet bowl. He grinned at the cub’s focus on his cock.
“You wanna hold it?” He gripped his penis and wagged it at her as he spoke. His tip was still wet with his ejaculate. A drop of pearly cum hanging from his tip kept her attention until it broke off and fell into the water.
“Yeah,” Jasmine excitedly nodded, gently holding the presented cock, warm to the touch.  Her fingers were just as slick from when she smeared his cum on his belly. The older tiger cooed as her little fingers tugged at his foreskin in reverence of her second favorite cock.
“Okay princess, make sure I don’t make a mess,” a glance up at his words before she pulled his cock further down to adjust for his growing erection. He was almost fully hard, but an adjustment of his angle and her paws, he still stayed pointed into the water. He let out a grunt and an errant spray of piss broke through the residual semen at an oblique angle to land on Jasmine’s belly, eliciting a happy-sounding squeal from her before the amber stream continued in a more expected direction. The unexpected assault caused her own hold to fail, and a thinner, paler stream emerged from her soft and delicate looking girlhood to join the tiger’s in the water.
“Mmmmfuck, sorry about that, princess,” his paw moved to rub her light purple hair, “Didn’t mean to piss on you this time.” She pressed into his touch, not taking her eyes off his penis. “Huhh,” a light moan, “’s ok, I just gotta make sure I pee on you later.” She felt a hard flex from Mike’s cock from that. “That’s a deal, hon.”
After a minute of soft groans of relief and involuntary shudders, both of them were done emptying their bladders, Jasmine having cut out much earlier than Mike, from the simple fact of having a cub-sized capacity. A huff from the older male, “Thanks princess, I needed that.”  He kissed the top of her head while pushing his crotch closer to her face. Jasmine obliged the unspoken offer, gently delivering a chaste kiss to the tip of his erect cock. The taste of his piss was bitter, but the dragoness was unphased.
Too soon, the embrace ended, Mike pulling back from his ward’s contact, soft scales of her paw reluctantly leaving his cock. A quick flush later, and their business was done. Mike moved to the side to search through the simple bag of Jasmine’s supplies. “Ok, hon, let’s see-” he pulled out a bottle of saffron-scented perfume in a fancy bottle. “Ooh, ‘Noble Aromas’ huh?” He swished the bottle once, eyeing the orangish liquid left. It was half full.
 “It’s the same one that Mom uses,” a little shrug. “I like it too.”
“Hmmf, so do I.” He sniffs the nozzle lightly. “She smelled like this last time I fucked her.” A few absent-minded strokes to his erection as he reminisced. He stopped, and his gaze met hers, before lowering to her exposed cunt. A paw covered it after a few seconds of shameless staring.
“Uh-uh, mister! No cumming in there til Daddy knocks me up first.” She made to pout, but the façade only lasted a few seconds before she stuck her tongue out at him and spread her fingers, presenting the tender pink flesh of her cunt to him. “C’mon, pervert. You can stick it in after you stop being smelly.” Mike gave a little chuckle at her commitment, placing the perfume down before pulling out the more useful body wash and shampoo. They were fairly ordinary as things go, pleasant flowery scents with plenty of topical nutrients to encourage a healthy shine in scales. It certainly seemed to work for Jasmine, she was practically glistening under the soft scattered light of the LEDs. Opening the glass door to his shower, he set them down on a shelf beside his own materials.
The tiger started the water, fiddling with the dials until he got it at the right heat, which didn’t take long. He was grateful for springing for the advanced shower system he had installed. High pressure, precise temperature controls, and an extra wide head in case he has any “special company” in with him. Which is exactly what the young cub behind him took advantage of as she got under the stream, sighing as the hot water cascaded onto her. He took a moment to admire the sight of her soaking under the stream before joining her at her side.
Scrubbing, rubbing, and pleasurable noises were frequent under the head. “Feels good to get all that gunk off ya, huh princess?” he says, paws lathering up his bodywash into the semen-stained fur on his belly, replacing the nutty and bitter smell of his cum with the subtle ocean scent of his favorite brand. “Yeah,” Jasmine answers absent-mindedly, rubbing down her soap into her crotch to rinse off her own thinner juices. Her eyes were locked onto his penis, at eye-level, the member having lost its hardness since their fun. The water and excess suds were running down the messy cock, but incidental cleaning was not enough to rinse off the semi-dried semen and lube. “How about you give me a hand, hon.” Mike decided to respond to her welcome ogling. Her head shot up to meet his eyes. He just pointed down to his crotch. “I can get your hair while you wash my junk.”
She grabbed the soap immediately, pouring some onto her paws then smeared it onto his shaft, a finger playing with the little pronounced tuft of crotch fur right above the base of his cock. No matter how many times she touched him, she never lost her enthusiasm, those little fingertips getting into every nook and cranny. He was fully hard before long, and as much as he wanted to sit back and relish the cub’s probing under his foreskin, he still had a job to do. His own paws met Jasmine’s silky soft hair, a glob of her shampoo landing into it and started working it into her scalp, firm but gentle strokes building up a lather.
His ministrations were enjoyed by his young partner, especially when his thumbs ground against the base of her growing black horns, barely peeking out of her hair. Her little nubs were coming in well, the acorn-sized outgrowths smooth under his touch. “That feels so good,” Jasmine breathed out, her paws pausing on his cock. She savored the steady pulsing heat of his hard penis pressed against her cheek as his gentle touches worked her over. The tiger cooed at the cub lost in the sensations, before pushing his hips forward to draw her from her fugue state.
“H-huh?” the dragon girl muttered, quickly orienting back to the fat cock in her face, paws back to stroking it. An extra squirt of bodywash on his shaft produced a slick noise on each motion. Mike’s dick was already squeaky clean at this point, but it was clear at this point cleanliness was not the goal. He moaned as her pace picked back up, her other paw kneading his increasingly tight-feeling nuts. Panting now, he pushed into her stroking to try to draw as much sensation out of her movements as possible, tingling building up in his crotch. Feeling himself getting close, he couldn’t keep his hands idle, a handful of cub ass finding itself in his paws.
“Fuck yes princess, keep go-Ah!” his encouragement was cut short by Jasmine gently squeezing his nuts, which proved to be the breaking point in the tension. She grinned when his nutsack tensed and his cock flexed hard in her paw. Quickly pointing the imminently orgasming penis at her face, she just managed to orient it before Mike groaned out and the first thick glob of cum launched from his urethra to land on the petite snout of the cub. The tiger stroked the cub’s hair as he let out several more strong spurts of semen onto her grinning face, her tongue stuck out to catch a few errant drops.
	Panting, Mike let go of her head, spent cock in Jasmine’s hands slowly softening. He rubbed her cheek and was about to speak, but his breath hitched when her slender fingers started to caress and clean off his over-sensitive penis. At his strained look and squirming hips, perky pervert #1 just giggled at him. “We got in here to clean up, silly,” a kiss to his now-clean tip, and Jasmine let his penis hang down, free and flaccid now.
	The rest of their shower went without incident, Mike remarking about how well Jasmine’s shampoo works on her hair. The cub was smug, claiming she chose it herself. Soon, the water was switched off and the two perverts were drying themselves off. “I’m hungry,” the dragoness proclaimed, and Mike had to agree with her. The intense exercise they had often works up an appetite, and now was no exception. He rubbed her cheek to make her giggle and walked her to the kitchen, both still naked.
	The kitchen was well-stocked. He was no chef, but Mike thought he was pretty skilled, and tried to keep to a healthy diet. He opened his fridge and stepped aside to let her look. “Hmm…” They ended up having sandwiches after configuring their preferred toppings, Jasmine looking on in horror as he put spinach on his. They decided to have them in his living room, plates laid on his coffee table, the tiger having pushed his porn magazines to the side. Now was not the time for hung stallions, he had his eyes on another kind of meat. They ate in companionable silence, his TV switched to cartoons that Jasmine enjoyed. The animated things Mike usually watched involved a lot more fucking, but the show wasn’t offensive. In fact, he’s pretty sure he’s rubbed one out to r34 of one of the characters, a fox in suspenders that was as cute as a button. He’ll have to show that to her later.
	Sandwiches eaten and drinks drank, he took the plates and cups to the sink to wash. Looking over the dishes already there, he decided to do some cleaning before the pile grew. A brief scrub and rinse, and his sink returned to its sparkling clean standard. A self-satisfied nod, and the sitter walked back to his couch. He was about to ask Jasmine what she wanted to do next, but he stopped himself as he noticed she was asleep, head laid on the comfy pillow she was snuggling earlier. He allowed himself a quiet sound of adoration over her adorableness, briefly walking out to retrieve a blanket so she wouldn’t get cold. He tucked her in, and she settled slightly into the warmth.
	While the dragoness cub napped, Mike quietly moseyed about his home, tidying up and organizing things. A paw hefted up his nuts, during a break. At least I can give these a break. Sneaking back into the living room, he gave a quick peck to Jasmine’s head before moving back to his goal. The porn mags were lifted from the table, and he sorted them back into their spots gently, as to not wake the snoozing kid. He was down to the last two but stopped at the one he was moving next. It featured a sexy yellow mouse on its cover, and he chose to leave it out. That one focuses on boys around Jasmine’s age, and she might be interested in borrowing it. He would ask at least.
	Roughly an hour of organizing later, he was in his bedroom rearranging his erotic figures when he heard a loud yawn down the hall. “Must be awake, then.” Mike stood up, stretching, and as soon as he felt the familiar twinge in his muscles, he walked back down to his living room. When he saw her, his heart melted again. She was sitting up, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes, and he couldn’t help but notice that her hair remained perfect, not a single strand out of place. That shampoo really is effective. “Good morning, cutie.”
	His little tease woke her from her stupor. “Hey,” her sitter plopped down onto the couch beside her, and she snuggled into his side. She liked how his fur felt on her scales. “Did you sleep well?”
She nodded. “Did you touch your wiener a lot when I was asleep?” He let out a chuckle at that, “Even I got to rest every now and then,” He gives a little conspiratorial glance at her, reaching over to the box he’s been hiding, “Plus, I needed to save up a bit for later.” Jasmine was about to ask what he meant by that, but she understood when he lifted the box of condoms she brought. “Your mom wants me to use these when I fuck you.” She pulled herself closer and mewled in excitement from his vulgar statement. “But I noticed that all of the smaller sizes are already gone. You been having fun out there?” The raise of his voice, it was a teasing approval.
	She sprawled onto his lap, legs kicking out over the side of the couch. “I’m really popular during recess,” that devious grin again, “because I let the boys fuck me.” Her dainty paws rested on her belly, and her countenance softened. “But they have to wrap up. I’m saving this for Daddy.” The heartwarming incest the cub was displaying was yet another reason Mike loved her family so much. Something he was happy to oblige. “I don’t mind wrapping up for it when you want dick. I have some too but,” he glanced at the box, “Mine aren’t ribbed.”
	“Use mine! They feel so much better than normal ones.” A grunt from him as her paw laid on his tip. “C’mon, let’s go do it, you’ll see!” She hopped off, and practically skipped to his bedroom. Mike could only shake his head at the sheer energy of this kid. His pace was more sedate, but he was definitely looking forward to fucking her. His door was shut, shuffling noises audible past the varnished teak. He knocked politely to his own room, “Hey, are you ready in there?”
	“Yeah, come on in!” Past the door, he understood what the brief sounds he picked up were. Jasmine was laying on his bed, above the silk covers, back supported by pillows. She was wearing the ultra-thin lingerie he examined earlier, the translucent material doing nothing to obscure the tender slit between her spread legs. What it did do was rev up Mike’s sex drive, and he clambered onto the bed without a word.
	He loomed over the cub, but she wasn’t afraid. Whether it was her sitter, or her father, the presence of a larger man above her filled her body with warmth, and the dragoness was eager to get started. Her hands extended to Mike, welcoming the older tiger with her embrace, something he was happy to do. Dainty little fingers danced through the soft fur of his neck and cheeks, and after a deep look into her eyes, they kissed. The tiger’s tongue dwarfed hers, but the motions were gentle, deference to the cub’s pace, a role she relished. She allowed him in, maw filled with the intruding organ. Each little pinprick from the rougher texture sent a spark of pleasure through her, a sensation she couldn’t get elsewhere. 
	His paws were in motion elsewhere, stroking against her nipples through the ephemeral dress, the tips of his claws ever-so-lightly brushing against them, adding a delicious edge of danger to their lovemaking, perfectly safe as she knew he would never hurt her. The kiss broke, both of them panting. “Fuck me.”
	Mike licked her cheek, then pushed off, fishing out a condom out of the box the cub had brought with her. A quick rip, and he placed the slick latex against his rock-hard tip, and slowly rolled the contraceptive over his shaft to the voyeuristic glee of the cub. The tight material felt right on the tiger’s penis, snug feeling latex so frequently leading to sex triggering anticipatory flexes in his crotch. But he wouldn’t hurry. He lowered himself, one paw supporting his weight and the other pushing up Jasmine’s dress up to allow access. She shivered a bit, and held her legs further apart to invite him in.
	His goal presented, his cock was held at its base and brought forward. He pressed the member against the tender lips of the underage cunt but didn’t enter. Not yet. Instead, he pressed at an upward angle, rubbing the bottom of his penis against her pussy, grinding them together, the sheen of her arousal spreading onto him. The condom was already lubricated, but more wouldn’t hurt. A few moments of moans and shifting, and Jasmine looked up to her mate, and nodded. His tip pressed against her entrance and entered a moment later.
	“Ah!” Jasmine’s legs quivered at the act. No matter how many times she’s been penetrated, it never felt less good. Especially from adults. She had plenty of cute peers in town, but a necessary consequence of their age was a lack of… size. Girth. Presence. Mike told her about “size queens” when they were watching porn one day. While she wouldn’t agree that she was one, she would agree that she prefers the ones on the larger end. Of course, the perfect one for her was waiting for her at home, between her father’s legs.
	Although Mike was a very close second. He pressed in further, and further, and further, and with a moan and a cry, he bottomed out. He ground his crotch against hers, the gratifying feel of being balls-deep never getting old. The cutie under him was one of the few cubs he knew who could take him all, and the only one he sees on a semi-frequent basis. A little pang of jealousy towards her family members, but he’ll enjoy himself, nonetheless. And ensure Jasmine enjoys herself too.
	After a moment of getting used to the penetration, Mike began to move. He braced himself, holding her legs up and pulled back. His mate took a breath and exhaled a squeak when he thrusted back into her cunt. Each subsequent thrust was met with low and high moans, ande the wet slaps led to Mike’s crotch becoming soaked in moments, the traveling drops running down his sack causing shivers of delight.
	The pace went from slow to fast, their previous orgasms providing a buffer to allow them the time to properly enjoy mating. Even so, the building tension in both of their crotches was rising, and Mike dropped down to better angle himself. Jasmine spread her legs further, and that pounding heat inside of her quickened, the mass of fur and muscle above her so tantalizingly close, her paws reaching up to grab the fluff of fur on his chest. She could feel his purring through his coat.
	Mike was panting, eyes locked into the girl beneath him. She looked so tiny there, her head only reaching to his chest in this position, and the bulge her belly made on each thrust was unmistakable and egged him on to slap his balls into her butt with each hump. She could take it, dragon cubs being notoriously tough, and Jasmine was no exception. The sensations were exquisite, and the kneading of his chest fur by her small fingers stimulated deep grooming instincts, strengthening the intimacy they felt towards each other.
	“J-Jazz,” a deep exhale, “Almost…” His rod felt like steel inside of her, those tense muscles making his proximity to climax clear, and by the quivering emanating from her core, she must have been close as well. But something needed to be done to destabilize this balancing act. Mike’s claw served as that something, the blunt side of the nail brushing against Jasmine’s clit. The floodgates opened.
	Jasmine’s cunt went from quivering to clenching, her scream muffled as she shoved her face into his chest. Her underaged sex organ was desperate to obtain the fluids it was denied earlier, and with the erection spreading her walls, it only squeezed harder. The convulsion around him made the tom burst, and during the first dry throb of pre-orgasm, he shoved as deep as he could, and he could swear that he could feel her cervix kiss his tip on every clench. Rather than any exclamation of that, what left his mouth was a growl of unashamed and unrestrained pleasure from ejaculating into this cub, nuts taut against him as each hard pulse from his penis giving him unspeakable joy and her thick spurts of semen.
	Only to be blocked by the condom he wore. The first release instantly filled the small reservoir at the tip, and his glans felt the warm soup of cum surround it. The warmth only spread after each pulse, foreskin quickly submerged in the ballooning condom, the tight latex and tighter surrounds preventing any semen from getting far. There was a shout of more from the cub when the latex inflated. The sudden jumping and spitting a penis makes in her was by far her favorite moment during sex, and she relished every time it happened.
	It took a few minutes for them to come down from their orgasms, the spurts becoming weaker and weaker, until his dick shot dry. Jasmine was shaking periodically, the quaking that echoed through her dying down as well. Resting on his elbows above her, Mike let his penis slowly soften within her before slowly pulling out. She mewled when the rod left, but he paused as the cum balloon lingered in her, more space allowing it to pool at the end of the condom rather than crowd his sticky dick, forming a pseudo-knot of liquid in her. He stroked her cheek, and pulled sharply, a groan of exhausted pleasure almost muffling the pop of the cum balloon leaving her tunnel.
	And a decent-sized balloon it was. Not as big as his no-fap experiment a while ago, but much larger than a third orgasm normally is. But he knew he was spent. Any more cumshots and he would be dealing with diminishing returns, much less pleasure and volume for far more effort. Three and done. Looking away from his navel-gazing, the expression of utter bliss he saw on Jasmine’s face gave him the motivation to fuck as many times as she asked.
	This time, she was just as done as him. The cub was panting hard, legs fallen flat, little energy to hold them up anymore. It was unlikely she even noticed, because her focus was wholly on Uncle Mike, who did so much for her. As well as on how he was pulling his condom off his flaccid penis. This spurred her on, and she shouted, “Wait!”
	Mike was a bit confused by that, semen slowly cooling in his hand. “Are you ok, hun? What did you need?” It took her a few moments to catch her breath and gather enough energy to speak. “Don’t throw it away.” She pointed at the filled condom. “Mom gives me a little something for each one I turn in.”
	Mike blinked, and grinned at her. “Oh? A little rewards program, make sure you’re using them so Daddy,” a finger trials her inner thigh, “Can use this!” he prods her cunt, the sensitive flesh eliciting a giggle-moan from her, “To make you a mommy.” Jasmine smiled widely at that and nodded her head rapidly. A bit of stamina seemed to return to her from that. Mike could only shake his head in a silent laugh. This cub could drain a draft horse dry.
	He tied off the condom without further delay and laid it into a clean bowl from elsewhere in the room, before laying himself next to the cub. Easing into the spot next to her, they cuddled quietly as he opened a few wipes to clean up, chatting about this and that, and he patiently explained about the posters and figures in the room when she pointed at them. Surprisingly, they weren’t all pornographic.
	They got to the second figure when they heard a knock on the door. It was time. He patted her head and reached for the bowl, “Alright kiddo, time to go home.” Somewhat reluctantly, they pulled themselves out of his treacherously comfortable blankets, and split at the door, her going to gather her things and him greeting their guest.
	He opened it in much the same way as before, naked and unconcerned, paw still on the knob. Jen was standing before him, the same outfit a bit ruffled from her errands it seems. “Heya, Mike. I’m back.” A glance at the room, “Jasmine! It’s time to go!” Mike waits for the cub to respond back before piping up, “She’s just getting her things. She was amazing today, and we had a lot of fun together.” The older dragoness gave a knowing grin at that. “Looks like it stud. Now,” her expression became a bit more serious, “I know you’re responsible, but I have to ask, you wore a condom right?” Mike nods at that. “Of course. In fact…” he removed his paw from the knob, and pinched between his index and middle finger was the evidence of the promise he made. Jen smiled, and took if from him. “Thank you. Marcus will get her knocked up soon, just you wait.”
	The guarantee had just left her lips when Jasmine came up to hug Mike’s waist. The little deviant’s only clothing was her backpack, bulging from the added clothes she came in with. Jen gave her a look of mock crossness, “What? You always tell me if my clothes are on the floor, they’re dirty, so don’t put them back on.” Jen pats her on the head, “Alright, but if she goes nudist, I’m blaming Mike. Now come on,” Jen gently extricates her from Mike, the cub somewhat reluctant but happy to go home, but he interrupts them, “Oh wait, almost forgot,” he jaunts deeper into the room and returns with a magazine. “Did you want to borrow a magazine, Jazz? This one’s new.” He offers the porn to her, and after a moment of reading the contents advertised, she nods in acceptance, the tiger placed it into her bag.
	Jen takes Jasmine’s paw, and the two walking away waving at him, returning to their home. Mike was sad to see them go, but he knew he would see them again. That kid was growing up so fast.
	That tryst-slash-babysitting was about a week ago now, but still fresh in his memories. He was on his knees in his backyard, tending to the crop of leafy green bushes in his garden, when his phone went off in his seldom-seen pants. The message was from Jen, but it contained no words. It was only a single image: Jasmine, holding a positive pregnancy test. Life was good.