Part 4: Dog Days

Summer break had only just begun, and Mills was already bored out of her mind.

Sitting in her room, alone in the house, she went through her mental checklist.  Jennie Beaumont had gone to the coast with her parents to spend time at the beach, and Sarah had gone to the mountains for some sort of family reunion.  Her other classmates were all busy with their own summer plans.  Even Liz would be an option, though was never high on Millie’s list of hangout partners, but the raccoon girl was now obsessed with social media and would be insufferably dramatic — assuming she even responded to a text.  Millie’s parents were at work and wouldn’t be home until later.  And Connor was also working…one of the few drawbacks to their relationship at this particular moment.

The young dragon groaned, rolled off her bed, and rummaged in her bag for Bloomingdale’s summer reading list.  Dang it, if she couldn’t hang out or chat with anyone, might as well do something mildly productive.  Flipping to the e-reader app on her phone, she looked to see what titles were available for free, and decided on Frankenstein.  This proved to be a mistake.  While Mills knew the book was supposed to be classic horror, it turned out there was hardly a hint of a monster at the start.  Plus, it turned out Frankenstein was just some snobby, rich know-it-all wandering around the North Pole like a weirdo.  The author also seemed determined to say in a whole paragraph what they could’ve said in one sentence.

“‘Limbs were nearly frozen…body dreadfully emaciated…never saw a man in more wretched a condition.’  Ok, dude looked like crap, got it.”  She sighed.  It wasn’t a matter of not understanding or enjoying books, but sometimes classic literature used too many words for its own good.  Plus it didn’t help that it sounded like the ship captain was writing love letters to his own sister.  That made Mills giggle.  What if she wrote letters to Connor like that?  The thought caused her to pause her reading for a moment, then set her phone down in favor of a journal she kept in her nightstand.  Flipping to an empty page, she started to write.

My dearest Connor,
Today I awoke to find myself surrounded by the four walls of my chambers, another day in the seclusion of summer.  All I had to keep me company were pages penned by some dusty crone who could not tell a halfway decent story if her life depended on it.  It seems my wardens seek to kill me or drive me mad with boredom.  But I shall be strong…I must be strong for you.  I pray this letter reaches you in safety.  Know that I yearn with each hour for the time when we will speak again.

Yours affectionately,
Millie

Her cheeks burned with embarrassment as she re-read the entry.  Why did she write something so sappy?  And why was it making her feel so strange?  She returned the journal to its place on her nightstand shelf before hurrying to the bathroom.  Splashing some water on her face to try and quell the blush,  she also took the opportunity to try and pee.

Sitting in the dark bathroom, Mills scowled.  A few recent adolescent developments had complicated her life just as school ended.  First, she had experienced her first period; her mom had warned her about this when she first started middle school, so her cycle didn’t come as a surprise.  But the process of dealing with it was as unpleasant as the event itself, and made her very self conscious.  However, it did result in a shopping trip for sports bras; Mills was still undeveloped in the chest department, but was happy for what she felt was the more mature switch from undershirts to bras.  However, the other major occurrence was more bewildering — she started noticing an urge to pee more often.  It was annoying to say the least, rushing to the bathroom, especially when she was in the middle of something.  The worst part was when, like now, it was just a false alarm.  Well, mostly…her cookie was a little wet as she was finishing up, but not enough to justify a rush to the girl’s room.  It was a detail she hadn’t shared with her mom, as it somehow felt shameful.  However it also seemed incredibly benign, so Mills hoped that it was merely some temporary symptom of her developing body.

“Puberty sucks,” she grumbled as she returned to her room.

Checking her phone, Mills was surprised to see a text from Connor waiting for her.  She looked at the clock: 2:00 pm.  That seemed a little early, but it was also a Friday so she guessed Connor had gotten out of work early.  Eagerly she checked the notification:

Heya, Mills…how’s break treating you?

x_x

Oof, that bad?

I’m sooooooo boooooored!

Mom+dad are at work

All my friends are on vacation

All I have to keep me company is
 a list of books by dead people

Frankenstein isn’t even the monster!

LOL

I get that feeling

I prefer Dracula

Think a found-footage horror movie

But with fake letters and newspaper clippings

Ooh! That sounds cool!

…

Dang it, not on the list

Eh, probably on the high school one

You’ll get to it ;-)

So are you done w/ work?

Yeah, they let us out early today

On the bus headed home

Figured I’d see if you were around while waiting for my stop

Thank you!

I was losing my mind

…

Would you like to see something dumb?

From you? Always ;-P

That means it’s either hilarious or super cute

Aaaaah, stopit >///<

Ok, here

*dies*

Mills hit send on a photo of her corny love note.  Oh my god why did I send that!?  She braced for his reaction…knowing anything he might say would make her blush.

Aw, how sweet!

*dies harder*

Hey, no need to be embarrassed

I’m super impressed

That’s a decent imitation of the style

This is Millie’s ghost

I’m going to haunt your butt

lol oh noooooo

But for real

Reminds me of either Frank or Drac

Oh no

Are there weird brother/sister romances in that too?

Kinda?

Those people had problems…

Hah!

Yer not wrong

Wait’ll you start English lit in HS

You’ll have to look for characters that AREN’T messed up!

And they’re usually the ones who die

Fantastic…can’t wait >_>

lol

Brb, my stop’s here

Ok!

The sound of the door slamming caused Mills to jump, shutting off her phone screen.  She padded into the hallway to find her dad taking off his work boots.

“Hey, Mini Mills!”

“Hey dad,” she flopped onto the couch, “how was work?”

“Summer crowd…I don’t understand why so many folks either don’t think about getting their cars looked at until the day before a trip, or haven’t checked their fancy sports car in years and are surprised when it needs ten thousand dollars worth of repairs.”

“Jeez…isn’t that enough to buy a car?”

“I mean, not a car like the ones we service, but yeah…could get a decent used sedan for that much.  Might be a better use of their money if they did that, but hey, that would put me out of a job!”  Greg chuckled.  “So how was your day?”

“Uuuuuugh,” Mills flopped over the arm of the couch, “Frankenstein isn’t even the monster!”

“Hah! That bad, huh?  Not much into literature, but I don’t remember enjoying that book either.  Does everyone else got summer plans?”

“Except Lizzie effing Bartlet, the Princess of Fuzzbook!  I thought she could be gossipy before….now she’s got her nose in everyone’s business!”

“One more reason not to get an account on your birthday,” Greg winked, “social media: not even once.”

“I mean, it can’t be all bad,” Mills replied.  She wasn’t all that interested in getting onto a website with a bunch of Lizzies, but there were definitely sites like Discord for game chat that she wanted to look into once she met the minimum age requirement.

“Eh, I’m only half serious.  Mom and I were on Fuzzbook for a little bit in the early days…YourSpace too.  Got reconnected to some old high school and college friends, then realized all we were getting was high school drama and gossip with none of the perks, like hanging out at friends’ houses.  So we got emails and phone numbers from the folks we wanted to keep talking with, then split.”

“No wonder Lizzie is hooked…sounds like her kind of place.”

“Hey, speaking of the weekend!”  Mr Ferrier said, deftly changing the subject, “I’m thinking of taking your mom out to see an off-off-Broadway since we haven’t had a date in a while.  Pizza sound good?”

“Sure, ham and pineapple, please!”

“Ok, one olive, mushroom, and anchovies…”

“Ew, dad, no!”

“Kidding!  Though I still don’t understand…what kind of weirdo puts fruit on a pizza?”

Mills crossed her arms disapprovingly.  “I don’t know, what weirdo puts FISH on a pizza, dad?”

“Is your father trying to order anchovies again?”  Martha stepped into the room, looking absolutely drained.

“Nope, just trying to convince the gremlin against pineapple.”

“I’m not sure that’s the way to go about it, honey.  Besides, she's entitled to her tastes.”

“Says the other weirdo in this family.”

“Careful, Greg, that kind of talk lands husbands in the doghouse…”

“Even when they have tickets for two to see Camelot?”

“Wait, really?  Oh, honey, you didn’t have to…”

“We haven’t had a date in almost a month…the freaky pizza is just for this one.  We can get something for us downtown.”

“Since it sounds like you have this evening all planned out,” Martha smiled, “let me change into something more comfortable and then we can go.”

“I should get into something more presentable myself, so I’ll join you.”

“Aaaaand I’ll be in my room,” Mills announced, to the entertainment of her parents.  She had a feeling she knew where things would go between her parents, and she wanted none of it — the mental image of her parents naked was bad enough.  Retrieving her phone from her bed, she checked her chat with Connor:

Ok, home

No more distractions

Wanna hang out this evening?

Or are you busy?

Sorry, parents came home

They’re going out

So I’ll have the house to myself if you still wanna hang out

Absolutely!

Might have to brb to grab pizza when it gets here

Mmmmmm pizza

That’s a good idea

Might have to steal that

It’ll have pineapple on it

Hey, can’t deny good taste ;-)

NO MINE!

*hissssssss*

Get

Your

Own

Haha, ok, ok

Chill, girl…no stealing your za

Gud :3

The pair continued to chat as parents left and pizza arrived.  Mills also snagged some more of the sodas she had been saving from her parents’ last date night, sipping and munching on her bed while she texted away with Connor.  Most of their topics of conversation were ultimately small talk, but it didn’t matter to Mills; she held onto every word the wolf said, and it seemed he did the same with her.

Hey, would you be willing to do something for me?

Wazzat?

I can’t stop thinking about you in your school uniform

You want me to put it on?

If you don’t mind…

And if it’s handy

Yeah, it’s hanging up in my closet

Just a sec

Mills extracted her uniform and began going through the ritual of putting it on — socks, blouse, skirt, and dress shoes to complete the ensemble.  Checking herself in the mirror, she grabbed her phone and snapped a photo similar to the one she sent last time.

Ok, I’m back

Here ya go!

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Hey, there’s the cutie!

You like to model?

Sometimes…haven’t done it in a while

Wanna take some more pics?

You look so cute

It would be nice to have options

Hm…idk

Maybe one with you leaning against the wall?

Ok, I can do that!

Mills set her phone on her dresser and stood against the opposite wall, pressing her back against it and striking a demure pose.  After a few attempts, she passed the best pic along to her admirer.

Oh this is friggin adorable, Mills

Can you ever not be super cute?

Staaaaaahp!

>//////////<

I cannot tell a lie

Mills is a cute dagrin

Can you do more?

Like what?

Idk…surprise me ;-)

It took her a little bit to think, but eventually she hit on some more fun poses.  First, just a simple hands-free selfie with her arms outstretched like she was spinning in place.  Next, a handful of shots of her lying on her stomach, legs kicked into the air while she held her chin in her paws.  Finally, she swung her legs over the side of her bed and arranged her phone on the floor to try some low-angle shots.

As she reviewed her pictures, she felt proud of the poses she had chosen.  While it made her feel weird to admit it, she definitely saw what Connor meant by being cute.  The quaint little shot of her lying on her tummy was a stroke of genius, and she knew Connor would love those poses for sure.  Then she got to her low-angle shots, and her proud grin quickly became a flushed, shocked expression.  They were decent pictures, but Mills had completely misjudged the angle and posing — every one of them also happened to be upskirt shots that showed off her pink-and-white striped panties.

She considered retaking the pictures, but then she noticed that funny urge to pee again, and with it a desire to do something naughty.  A tiny part of her was urging her to show Connor her panties, to tease or embarrass him kinda like she had done to herself.  Even knowing her parents would be super disappointed in her for being so promiscuous, it didn’t stop the feeling from continuing.  In fact, the thought of keeping it a secret made the feelings even stronger.  So, she chose the image with the most subtle angle — she couldn’t help but notice some of the pictures were much more obvious than others — and then began her uploads.  As she proceeded to send her pictures, she hiked her skirt up around her waist; she wasn’t sure why, but it suddenly felt more comfortable like that.

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Aw, such a nice classic pose

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Ok, that just isn’t fair

How could you find a pose

That makes you MORE cute!?

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…

Ok, that’s definitely cute, but…

You like the surprise?

Wait, you meant to flash them?

Um, not originally…

But thinking about showing off to you…

It made me feel funny

I…wanted see how you would react

…

Oh no are you mad?!?

I’m sorry I didn’t mean to do something like that

I knew it was naughty and I did it anyway

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I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry

???

My reaction

With a storm of embarrassment, shame, fear, and guilt brewing inside her, Mills looked more closely at the picture Connor had sent.  He didn’t look upset, but the angle of the photo was funny…also a low-angle shot that was focused on his jeans.  And that was when she noticed the subtle bulge in his crotch.  She had vague recollections of seeing each of her parents naked when she was very small, so she knew what a penis was and roughly what it looked like, but that was a long time ago…and not coming from the adult she was crushing on.  It felt like her face was on fire.

I…did that?

Your naughty little picture did, yes

A guy who is turned on by someone they find sexy

Their penis/cock gets hard

You think I’m sexy?

Since when?

Since we swapped mugshots on FurHub

Oh…

…

I’m sorry if that’s embarrassing

Or if it makes you uncomfortable

I crossed a couple of lines tonight

Had a beer or two with my pizza

That…may have been a mistake

I’ll shut up now

Mills was trying to process exactly how she felt about all of this.  Things had escalated quickly, seemingly by accident, and now the young dragon was confronted with a reality she hadn’t considered.  She had hated on people like Lizzie for being slutty and showing off in a sexual way, and here she was doing it with Connor.  Not only that, but Connor thought she was not just a fun friend, but was attractive as well.  

I guess the only question is, do I feel like that with him?

As Mills asked this question, her paw crept down to her exposed panties.  She gasped as her cookie reacted with a jolt of pleasure.  It was like scratching an itch, but different…it also seemed to relieve what she had originally thought was an urge to use the bathroom.  She continued to idly stroke her cookie through her panties, and as she did, she felt them become damp.  Oh no, she started to panic, did I pee myself?  She reached down and ran a finger along her slit, which elicited an even stronger sensation along with a fresh release of fluid.  Mills pulled her hand out from her crotch and played with the stuff on her hand curiously; it was sticky and smelled funny…sweet and pungent at once.  She didn’t dislike it, but she wiped her finger on a dry patch of her panties all the same.  Then, she had an even naughtier idea.  Grabbing her phone, she snapped a closeup of her panties, the dark blotch of her dampness clearly visible.

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Is this “turned on”?

…fuck

Sorry, I mean yes!

A vagina/pussy gets wet

A penis/cock gets hard

So they can have sex?

Yeah

I’m sorry

This isn’t where you should be learning this stuff

It’s ok

Connor…can I share something super embarrassing?

Yeah, go ahead

Ok…

Um..

I…like you a lot

I like you too :-)

No, I mean >///<

I…like-like you

?

Aaaaaaaaaah

Ok

I…love you

I love you Connor

And I’m afraid you don’t like me the same way

And now we can’t be friends anymore

And everything is all messed up

And we’ll have to stop talking

And, and…

;-;

Mills, it’s ok…

I love you too <3

!!!!!

REALLY?!?

I do…I wouldn’t have shown you my “reaction” if I didn’t

Or if I didn’t suspect you might feel the same way

You still aren’t a great liar ;-P

<3 <3 <3

Connor I love you so much!

And I love you, Mills!

I want nothing more than to show you how much

But I think that will need to wait for another time

I’m a lightweight

I barely drank anything with dinner

And I feel buzzed

And if we’re gonna do this, I wanna be sober

So I don’t do something I’ll regret

And so we can enjoy it together

Enjoy what?!?

lol, be patient

Honestly you’ve probably got some exploring of your own to do first anyway

Don’t you?

Mhm

My cookie…my pussy feels all funny

I take it Bloomingdale is just as bad at sex ed as I remember

Not that you’re old enough yet

So let me send you a site that might help you learn about your body a bit more

It’s not porn, I promise

Heehee, ok

And unfortunately I need to call it for the night

Clean things up before I pass out

But I’ll be around to chat tomorrow, ok?

Promise?

lol, absolutely

I’d be a bad boyfriend if I didn’t, wouldn’t I?

>//////////////////////////<

I love you so much Connor!

I’ll be your best girlfriend!

I believe it.

Ttyl, Mills <3

Night night

Gnight! <3

The link Connor sent was a site for an organization dedicated to reproductive health information and education.  On it was a lot of general information concerning basic anatomy and sexual etiquette.  Mills ate up the information that seemed most relevant for her, but slowly found herself getting more impatient to just experiment for herself.  With a quick crash course of the basics out of the way, she decided to take the plunge.  Of course, doing this in her school uniform was inviting disaster, so she made sure those clothes were safely stored back in the closet before proceeding with her personal investigations.  In fact, she decided that she shouldn’t be wearing anything at all…all she really needed was a way to clean up after herself.  So after some prep she sat in her room, lit only by her bedside lamp, a towel from her dirty laundry hamper under her to prevent her covers from getting messy.

Lying back with a nervous sigh, she began by rubbing her slit as before.  Waves of pleasure washed over the dragon, causing her to sigh with contentment.  Soon, however, she grew more bold and started to explore.  Reaching up, she gasped as her fingers brushed her clit.  The heightened sensitivity of her virgin nub gave her pause, but only long enough to give the overwhelming sensations a chance to pass.  Soon she was teasing it again, clumsily testing different methods of stimulation — rubbing, poking, pressing, brushing, and others — each with varying degrees of success.

As she continued her stimulating ministrations, Mills started to feel yet another new sensation.  This time it was like a pressure, a building up to something she only vaguely guessed.  All she knew for sure was that every time she toyed with her button, she inched closer to an enigmatic edge, and each step served to heighten her sensitivity, a feedback loop of pleasure and arousal.  Slowly succumbing to instinct, the one rational thought she maintained was to take things slow and not overwhelm herself.  It was torture, resisting the urge to throw herself into the depths of sexual bliss with wild abandon, but she didn’t want to just feel…she wanted to understand.  She wanted to know how these new sensations worked, to be ready.  Ready to be with Connor.

With that thought, Mills felt the edge fast approaching, and it was all she could do to slow the rush to the finish.  Eventually she stopped trying, and instead fell briefly into the fantasy that had prompted her acceleration.

“C-Connor,” she gasped incoherently, “please…more. I need…I love…I love you Connor!”

With a gasp and a moan, Millie arched her back as convulsions rippled through her body, centered somewhere in her belly and groin.  It was hard for Mills to tell, her mind awash in sensations she had never felt before.  She clasped her mound with both paws, trying her best not to stimulate her now oversensitive sex while also using the grip as an anchor to ride out her first orgasm.

Eventually Mills came to, her body spent, her mind clouded with the afterglow of her successful foray.  Moaning lightly, she gingerly removed her paws from her groin.  They were slick with her own sexual fluids and made sticky webs as she pulled them away from her snatch.  Again, she couldn’t help but play with it, to smell it, to rub it into her inner thighs; it made her feel sexy, and while even hours ago she would have balked at the notion that anything could make her feel that way, in this moment it felt good…right.

After taking the time to bask, Mills began the task of cleaning up.  She noted that the towel wasn’t very wet, but it had still caught some errant dribbles of fluid.  It did make wiping down her groin and thighs easier, so she made a mental note to try and keep something like this around when she tried again.

Again.

The word rolled around in Millie’s mind as she re-donned her striped panties from earlier, still moist from her chat with Connor.  She would never feel the same about that pair of underwear again.  Sighing, she slipped into a patterned purple pajama top and matching bottoms, took her leftover pizza to the fridge, then crawled under the covers.  She was exhausted.  But she was also content and happy, full of the cozy feelings of confessed affection and a sated sexual craving.  She was excited for the next time she decided to enjoy herself, and for whatever Connor was planning.

She was still imagining the possibilities as sleep overtook her.