Not my best work. Puck told me this was gonna be an easy one, and it was, but I guess I got complacent.... I had to climb off the balcony cause I wasted too much time poking around, digging through these people's stuff, and they got home before I could sneak out. 
I really shouldn't be getting busted on easy jobs like this.
Fortunately I noticed them arriving home just in time, and I don't think they got a good look at me. My paws hurt from hopping down from their second floor apartment, but I sprint down the street anyway and glance back as I turn the corner into an alley. The guy I just stole these laptops from is shouting on the balcony and his head whips in my direction right as I'm ducking out of view. He probably only catches a glimpse my tail.
I'm sure his wife is calling the police right now, but if I'm lucky they'll have no idea who to look for.
I slow down as I exit the alley onto another main street and as I do, a bus pulls up to a stop right next to me. I have no idea where it's going, but it's too convenient to pass up. When I get on there's only one other passenger, sitting right at the back of the bus; he's a cougar with pale fur, a kid probably a couple years younger than me, ten or so. He's wearing a Cub Scout uniform.
Hmmm. This might work. I need a place to stay tonight cause Puck doesn't like me coming straight home with stolen shit.
I sit down at the back of the bus too, at the window opposite him. He glances at me as I approach, but stares intently away when he sees that I noticed. I open my messenger bag and examine my loot... Looks like I didn't break anything while I was making my escape.
I can tell he's still trying to get a look at me while pretending to stare out the window. I'm trying to work myself up to make a move on him.
Fuck it, it's not like he's that intimidating. Again we make brief eye contact, and this time I give him a smile. Quickly he looks away, but this time I grab my bag and slide up next to him. He's definitely startled.
"Oh, hey, uh..."
"So where are you headed? I like your uniform. I was in the Scouts when I was younger, but I quit a few years ago. I kind of miss it." I'm leaning in as close as I think can get away with.
He perks up immediately. "Oh! Yeah, I'm just heading home from my Scouts meeting. I'm Arthur, what's your name?"
"Lyra."
He's definitely still taken aback, but I got the conversation started. We start chatting and I steer the conversation towards him. Turns out we're on the circle route that goes around the edge of the city, and it's gonna be almost an hour before his stop in the suburbs.
He lives with his grandma and sister, and he doesn't sound too thrilled about it. Goes to some school in the suburbs. Loves being in Cub Scouts. Pretty standard kid stuff, but he seems really excited to be talking to me about it.
We've been talking for a while and the bus is cruising up to another stop. When I glance at the shelter, there's two police officers waiting there. 
FUCK.
I look at my bag and at Arthur. He's still chatting animatedly about something I wasn't listening to. He's got his own backpack next to him.
This might work.
I interrupt him mid sentence, "-Hey, I need to ask you a favour. Can we uh... Switch our bags? Just for like a second? I'll give it back, I promise."
"Huh? Why?"
I try to laugh naturally but it comes out nervous. "It's complicated... Don't worry about it."
We're pulling up to the stop and the cops are about to get on. I lean over him and grab his backpack while the cops are looking away and put mine in its place, then clutch his bag in my lap.
"What..."
"Cool out. So anyway..." Real quick, I struggle to try and resume our conversation and make it sound natural as the cops stride up to us. Arthur finally notices them and freezes. I act like I just noticed them too.
They loom over us, two tall dogs in uniform. One looks disinterested, the other speaks up. "Excuse me, miss. We've got a report of..." He sighs. "Well, miss, what's your name? Can we look inside your bag?"
I clutch Arthur's bag close to my chest and blanch away from him. "Why?" 
I'm trying to lay on the frightened little girl act as much as I can, and it's not hard because I'm genuinely terrified that I'm about to get arrested. I start quivering, and I'm avoiding his gaze.
I think it's working. He kneels down and rests his hand on the seat next to me.
"Listen, relax. We got a report of a burglary, and the woman who called it in said it was a young squirrel. If you let us look in your bag and make sure it wasn't you, we'll be on our way."
Oh man, it's TOTALLY working.
"Um, ok." I stop clenching Arthur's backpack and hand it to the cop... I hope I wasn't crushing anything important to him. Shit, I really hope it doesn't turn out he has a gun or something in there.
He unzips the top and shuffles around inside for a moment, then zips it up and hands it back. "Yeah, I thought so. I'm sorry we bothered you." 
He stands up and his partner rolls his eyes. "I told you this would be a waste of time."
"Yeah. Miss, you have a good evening."
Arthur and I sit and stare, stone faced and paralyzed, as we watch the cops leave. When the bus pulls away and resumes its route I exhale, but I think Arthur is still holding his breath. I plop his bag in his lap and grab my own, then we sit in silence for probably half an hour. He's fidgeting with his paws awakwardly the whole time, and I'm not really sure what to do either.
"Hey so... This is my stop..."
"Oh, mine too actually."
His ears perk up again. "Really?"
He hits the stop button as the bus pulls up to the shelter, and we step out together. We're in a middle class neighborhood next to a park, and I honestly have no idea where I am. I really hope he'll go with this.
"So you live around here too, huh? That's cool. We should-"
"I actually... Don't live around here at all. Uh, this is a weird question since we just met but, do you think I could sleep over at your place...?"
That one confuses him. "Then why did you...?"
He stares at me for a beat, then looks at my bag. "Did you actually-"
"DON'T. Worry about that." I put my hand on his shoulder. "Look, where's your place? Let's walk." 
He frowns, but then leads me on a path through the park, walking fast ahead of me. "I don't know if Gran will like you staying over without asking first..."
"Just tell her I missed my bus stop and we wanted to hang out anyway. We're friends from your school, or whatever. We'll figure it out. And hey..."
He's still power walking ahead of me, so I hustle up next to him and grab his hand. We stop and stand there for a moment, looking at each other. 
"I DO actually want to hang out with you, too."
It takes a second for that to set in, but he cracks a smile and giggles. "Gosh, you're weird. Okay, let's go."
***
Nobody's even home when we get there, but Arthur doesn't seem perturbed by that. We head to his bedroom and he locks the door behind us, then another on the other side of the room. He looks anxious, but I'm too tired to be concerned by it; I hang my bag on his bedframe, grab the flask inside, and flop down on the mattress.
It's not a comfortable bed... I sit up a bit to look around at all his stuff. He's got a bookshelf, and it's packed; I don't know most of the titles, but I notice he's got the Twilight Saga in there. There's a tiny desk in the corner with some tidily stacked textbooks on it. The biggest feature is a big corkboard on an stand next to the bed, though. There's some photos of him with some other kids, all kinds of pins, badges, and ribbons affixed to it; this must be his Cub Scout... Trophy board, or whatever you call it. He's probably very proud of it if it's on display like this.
I look back over at him and he's hovering in the middle of the room, watching me loaf around. He doesn't know what to do with me, and hasn't said anything since we got here. I sit up on the edge of the bed and unscrew the flask. I don't even know what's in there yet; I hastily filled it up with a random bottle I grabbed while I was raiding that apartment.
I take a long draw from it. Bourbon. Might be Jim Beam.
Yawn. 
"So what do you like, do? In your spare time? Your family sounds weird." I pat the bed. He takes the cue and sits down next to me.
"I dunno... Gran won't get me a laptop and Sis hates me being on her computer, but I sneak on it sometimes when she's out. Sometimes I play Fortnite with my frie-... With Alex from scouts on my phone, but he gets mad cause I'm not very good at it." He's slouching and looking away from me, frowning and fidgeting with his paws again.
Sigh. 
He's miserable.
I take another draw from the flask and pass it to him without thinking; he stares at it apprehensively for a moment, but takes it nevertheless. As soon as he grabs it, I realize it's going to be a mistake.
"Wait... You actually shouldn't drink that..."
He does anyway, and after taking a bigger swig than I usually would, starts coughing and drops it. I hop down to grab it before too much whiskey spills on the floor, and can't help but laugh while I pat on his back as he regains his composure. I guess we're lucky he didn't just puke.
"Well... You took that like a champ, actually." I'm still trying to stop laughing. 
"What was that?" He's wiping his nose and sniffling.
"Bourbon."
"Um..." He doesn't know what that is. 
"Whatever. I uh..." I hop back onto the bed next to him and whip out my phone. "I think I actually have Fortnite on my phone too. Do you wanna play some?" I need to decompress after everything that happened today, and if I'm gonna do that I need Arthur to relax a bit too.
He seems to perk up a bit and reaches for his phone. He smiles. "Sure."
This isn't even actually my phone, I lifted it off someone a few days ago and they still haven't cancelled service on it. I should really get rid of it... Hand it off to Puck so he can sell it or whatever he does, but for now I don't really care. 
We load into Fortnite and start queueing up... I'm not good at it. Arthur said he wasn't good either, but he's a lot better than me. 
After a few rounds, we're really starting to cuddle. I don't know if it's the booze affecting him or if I'm just opening him up for real, but he's smiling and laughing, and pressing up really close to me. 
It's really starting to turn me on. 
I take another swig. I'm also starting to get very drunk. 
One more game and now I'm nuzzled right up to him, acting like I'm watching him play cause I died five minutes ago. He's laying on his side focused on his phone, and I'm pressed behind him with my nose right in the crook of his neck. I'm not actually watching, I'm smelling his fur. My hand is on his belly, and I want to reach lower.
I'm dying to fool around with him, but I'm not sure how he'll react to that...
Whatever. 
I unbutton my skirt and ditch it at the foot of the bed while he's preoccupied, then slide behind him and press my snout back into his shoulder. He doesn't notice. This time my hand wanders into my panties instead of onto his belly.
I'm already wet. I start working my finger on my clit while I press my muzzle into his fur, waiting for him to finish his game and realize what's going on. Has he seen porn before? Does he know how to beat off yet? He said he sneaks onto his sister's computer and I bet I know what he's up to on there... I'm sure he'll figure it out.
While he's still playing I really start to get in to it. By the time he's finished, my panties are around my ankles and my t-shirt is riding up my chest. I have two fingers in my pussy, langorously fingering myself. He rolls over and starts to talk about something that happened in the game, but his breath catches mid sentence when he realizes what I'm doing.
"Wh-what are you.... Ah? Lyra-"
Not done just yet. 
"I uh, got bored." I just smile at him and keep going.
Arthur is flabbergasted, his jaw on the floor. I can't help but giggle at him again. He's dropped his phone, and he's staring intently at my fingers working in and out of my pussy. I'm still not really close to cumming yet, though; after giving him a moment to watch, I pull my fingers out and instictively give them a sniff, making eye contact with him the whole time...
...Then I wipe them on his shirt.
"HEY!"
Didn't love that.
He recoils and falls backwards on the bed, his face screwed up indignant as he checks the wet smear I just put on his Scout uniform; I take the opportunity to climb on top and pin him. It takes a moment, but pretty soon he stops squirming and accepts it.
"You're gross, you know that?"
I can't stop laughing at him. We're almost muzzle to muzzle. He's nervous, but he isn't pulling back.
"Your breath stinks of... That...."
"It's not so bad, you get used to it." I grab the flask and take another swill, then toss aside. Then I lean in closer, grinding my crotch on the thigh of his shorts. Definitely making a bigger mess than the one I wiped on his chest.
"Want another taste? This should be better than the first one."
Reluctantly. 
I close my eyes and press my lips onto his, and he doesn't fight back. It's his clearly first kiss, and he has no idea what to do. I start slowly and let him ease into this new experience, and after a bit of awkward tangling he's beginning to figure it out. Pretty quickly he starts to get into it, and soon his tongue is making me wetter than my fingers were. 
I reach down to fumble with the zipper on his shorts, then tug them down so I can grope him. He moans as I do it and tries to pull back, but I don't let him break the kiss. Fondling him though his dorky little briefs, he's not big but he's rock hard. I give him a squeeze, and his body flexes underneath me.
I don't really care that he's not going to know what to do, I want him inside of me.
I pull out of the kiss and sit up to finish peeling off his shorts, then his undies. He's panting, his eyes are wild, and his face is wet with our saliva.
"Lyra...!?"
Shush. 
"You're really gonna like this."
I straddle him again and reach back to stroke his cock, panting as I lean back to lower myself onto it. He's staring at me like a deer in headlights, I've overwhelmed him. He's gripping the bed, tense, so I take his hands and hold them.
"Lyra...?"
I kiss him on the nose, and he untenses a bit.
Then I drop my hips, and he plunges inside. He squeaks, and I let out some kind of noise too. He squeezes my hands for a moment, his whole body flexes, then relaxes.
Yeah, that hits the spot. He feels really good. I lick my lips and watch him for a moment.
"Good, right?"
He doesn't respond. His eyes are closed and he's still panting. I wiggle my hips a bit, and he squirms underneath me.
"Ah... Ly... I-"
"Yeah?"
"- I Gotta-"
I'm really close, but I want to draw it out. I start off riding him gently, squeezing his hands while I savour him inside of me, but he won't have it; I'm caught off guard as he lets go of my hands and grasps my thighs instead, and starts bucking his hips, fucking me as hard as his little dick can. 
I moan. Wasn't expecting that from him. 
It takes him some practice to start getting a good tempo, but when he does it feels incredible. In as much time as it took to figure out kissing, the bed is banging on the wall and his hips are slapping vigorously against mine. His hands are all over me, creeping under my shirt and clutching my butt, our bodies pressed close as we ride each other. I'm almost there, and I think he is too. 
He lets out a girlish squeal and pulls me tightly to his chest- He's cumming inside me, and that's enough to push me over the edge too. I'm moaning into his pillow while he pumps his hips into me and drooling on my neck.
Breathing hard, we ride it out, and eventually I roll off of him and his dick slides out of me. my juices  are soaking the fur around his cock, and his cum is leaking out of me. It's a mess. I take his hand and grip it as we lay exhausted next to each other.
"....Good, right? I told you."
We lay there together holding hands, hot, sweaty and cummy. My other hand drifts down to my crotch and I drag it through our mingling juices, then raise it to my muzzle. He didn't cum very much, but it's in there. I give one finger a lick, and look over at Arthur. His eyes are hazy but he's watching me intently, his breathing still ragged.
I wipe my hand on his snout.
His eyes screw shut and he rolls off the bed, almost dragging me with him. "Ewww!" 
I cackle and lean over to the edge; he's scrambling to wipe his face with his sleeve. "Oh, come on, you're the one who put it there."
"Eugh, yeah but on my face...?!"
I roll my eyes and lean over to the foot of the bed to grab his discarded briefs, then hop down to join him on the floor. I almost biff it because my legs are still tingling.
"Come here..." I rub the cum off my hand with his undies and lean in to grab the back of his head, so I can clean off what I smeared on his muzzle.
"What?! Not with that-" I rub it on his face anyway and he squeezes his eyes shut in disdain.
"Oh, Gross-!"
"Come on, we gotta clean up at least a little bit. We're both a mess, and I wanna go to sleep." Most of the mess is mine, not his. After I dab the cum off his snout, I reach down to wipe off his dick; his hand moves to stop me but I don't let him. He yelps at my touch as I gently wipe the cum off his junk, then his thighs. Then I switch to cleaning up myself.  When I look down I realize my t-shirt is gross with our juices on the front too, so I whip it off and toss it on the floor. Then I take his undies and start to wipe down my...
...Aaahhhhhh.
My thighs are trembling, and my fur is completely matted with my own juices. I'm way oversensitive but I relish the feeling of rubbing his grubby briefs on my clit, and take my time wiping myself off. 
We're both going to reek in the morning, I guess. 
I seriously consider teasing him one more time by shoving his wet, cummy briefs in his face, but when I look at him I think better of it. He's tired, smiling nervously at me. At some point he started holding my hand again. 
"Come on, let's go to bed."
"O-oh, okay..." We both get up, legs wobbly. He stumbles over to his dresser and changes into a fresh t-shirt and pair of underwear. I pick up the panties I was wearing earlier and give them a sniff, but then toss them aside. They're still sweaty and moist from when I started masturbating. Guess I'll sleep naked.
He's blushing, undecided if he wants to stare at or look away from my naked body. 
"Do you want a shirt or something?" He moves to open his wardrobe again, but I shake my head.
"Nah."
I hop into the bed and try to find somewhere to lie without a wet spot, but it's so small that it's a lost cause. Arthur climbs in with me but he's tense, nervous again about what he's supposed to do. I give him a smile and whip the covers over the both of us, then drape my arms around him and pull him close. 
"You're cute, Arthur. You know that?" He loosens up a little, then hugs me back. We stay like that for a long while, and I begin to drift off.
***
"Um... You still awake?" 
I wasn't, but I am now. What time is it? I'm a tangle of limbs at this point, and he's squeezing me. My eyes drift back open and I look up at him.
Yawn. "What?"
"Hey... So are we like... Uhh-"
I giggle. "I don't think I'm ready to commit to telling people I'm your girlfriend yet, Arthur."
He frowns. "No. I meant... Are we friends, now, though?"
That wakes me up, his expression just got really serious. I kind of gathered that he didn't have a lot of friends, but I'm starting to feel like this means a lot to him. I smile and bury my muzzle into his chest fur again, closing my eyes and taking another whiff. He smells like me, now. Like us.
"Hmmm... Of course we are. Now go back to sleep."