Juvenalas Penitatas
Lesson 19 – Jealousy, and Overcoming

Talek hadn't been sure what he would find as a Beachcomber, but if he'd been forced to guess, a new friend wouldn't have made the top five. Her name was Jay, and the week after their first encounter they found each other again on the beach. “Hope you don't find it creepy I searched you out,” she said with an apologetic tone, loitering at the mouth of the road between the wind-breaks as he began his duties on that blustery Saturday morning.
“Uh...” Talek's timid pause earned him a chuckle from the bright-eyed girl.
“I'll take that as a 'yes, it was creepy'! Sorry, but I... well... it's easier this way.”
“Easier?” he parroted, falling into step as she slowly strolled back towards town.
The green lizard girl blushed a little. “We were in class together. Remember?”
“Miss Bassel's class? I thought I recognised you! But why did you change classes?”
Jay swished her tail idly as she walked. “You have a 'sister', right? Cream-coloured girl? Parents made her bare all in front of us because some boys wanted a peek?”
“That was on her birthday. Her name is Rilka.”
“I have a 'brother' of my own. His name is Malth. I don't know if you've met him, but when he started school I wanted to be in his class, so they moved me over. To be honest, I think I want to go back to Miss Bassel now!”
“Why? Who's your teacher at the moment?”
“Mister Titus.” She giggled at the look of horror on Talek's face. “Oh believe me, Malty is a baaaad boy! But Mister Titus goes easy on me. I think my being there might be making things harder on my brother though. At first I liked seeing him suffer, because God knows he deserved it, but after a while I... I started feeling... guilty, I guess?”
“Oh.” Talek fished around for something better to follow up with. “Why guilty though?”
Jay seemed suddenly interested in the waves. Taking the hint, Talek changed tracks. “Why do you want to hang out with me? You have voluntaras friends, right? And aren't there other medicalos in town?”
The question drew Jay's attention back to him. “I don't want to be around other medicalos. It's bad enough I have to be one myself! The boys... well... I don't like being the 'little kid' in the group, you know? The only one who hangs with us close to my age is Isabelle, but she's usually off doing other things. Do you know Isabelle?”
Talek's cheeks turned crimson. “Umm... Aspatrian girl? White fur?”
A dirty snicker slipped from Jay's lips. “That's a yes. Did you wet yourself in front of her, too?”
“Hey! I only did that the one time!”
“Just for me, huh? What makes me so special?”
Now it was Talek's turn to twist his snout away. “I... I just got carried away, that's all. I'm sorry.”
“It's fine. You're not the only one who's done stupid, dirty stuff around town. Must be something in the water – like, nanites or something. Nanites that turn us all stupidly horny!”
The pair laughed aloud at the idea. “It would certainly explain a few things!” Talek agreed.
“But, to finally answer your question, I've watched you from afar more than a few times. You've always seemed nice, you've got those cute little speckles on your tummy, and you've got a nice face. Might say 'kissable', even.”
“K-kissable?”
“Mhmm.” Jay's delightful giggle made the boy's groin itch. “Sorry, probably shouldn't have said that! But Isabelle likes you, and she's so nice to be around. I can't imagine she'd be friends with anyone mean. Plus you... well... I might be reading this totally wrong, but I feel like you're into the same things I am, maybe?”
“What 'things' are we talking about?” Talek's answer came from Jay shyly unbuttoning her pants, opening the fly to reveal a pair of thick, red training pants. The girl hastily made herself decent again, as the biting wind was not kind to her exposed thighs.
With a slight tremble of embarrassment, “It's not like I use them all the time! I just get the urge sometimes. Part of me wants to be who I was, get my old life back as quickly as I can, but then there's this other part of me, a little voice in my head, and that part makes me want to shout 'Mommy I peed my pants' at the top of my lungs in the middle of a crowd!”
Talek let out a loud snort, which he instantly regretted. He grabbed his maw with both paws in horror, briefly forgetting he had a grabber claw in one of them. Jay's look of indignant shock turned to schadenfreude laden sniggering as Talek yelped and rubbed his cheek. “Serves you right!”
“S-sorry! I promise I wasn't laughing at you! I was thinking about Rilka!”
“Oh?”
“Yeah. Umm... I don't know if I should say this, but she sometimes likes to... you know...”
“have an accident?”
“That.”
The pair walked in silence for a while, giving Talek a chance to at least pretend to do his job. He found a paper wrapper with a greasy stain on it, pierced by the thorn of an especially hardy little bush. He gave it to the Watchdog and resumed his walk, while Jay hummed softly to herself.
“I think it's because of how childish it is,” she announced after ruminating for a spell. “We're adults on the inside, but kids on the outside. The adult wants to do all the boring adult stuff-” she glanced at Talek's blushing snout and corrected herself “-and some of the fun adult stuff as well. But the kid on the outside? She always wants to be a kid. Or he, in your case. I think it's our body's way of pulling us hard in the other direction, and what says 'little kid' more than having an embarrassing accident?”
“I never had an accident as a kid. Not that I can remember anyway,” Talek argued.
“Lucky you. I definitely remember having one when I was a kindern! On a school trip as well! But let's move swiftly past that and find literally anything else to talk about, okay?”
“Okay, okay! Umm... literally anything else? Then what about last week? Did you have any 'accidents' then?”
Jay gave him a deeply judgemental bout of side-eye. “If you're asking if I was wet when we met, the answer is no.”
“What about after?”
“After?” the girl coyly averted her gaze. “I'm going to invoke my right as a medicalos not to answer.”
“Must be nice, having rights like that,” Talek's tone remained playful as he steered them back towards the surf. There wasn't much to find there, but he reasoned it was worth a look regardless. The boy's brow furrowed as thoughts bounced back and forth in the quiet of his head. “Hang on, if we were classmates how come you didn't know my name when we met last week?”
“Did you remember my name?”
Talek grimaced at the obvious counter. “I'm going to invoke my right as a juvenalas not to answer,” he said as Jay's burst of laughter echoed across the beach.

The Watchdog, silent observer of the whole stroll, eventually interrupted to announce it was time to go home. Jay beamed at the announcement. “So... now we're on the way back... you going to do it?”
“You mean wet myself?”
“We could do it together?” Jay prompted. “I mean, we can wait until we're a bit closer if you want.”
“Won't you be stuck in them though?”
The girl blushed. “It would be really embarrassing to have to ask your parents to change me, wouldn't it? Total strangers taking my pants off, wiping my privates, seeing everything!”
Talek snickered at the paper-thin facade. “I think you're right about something in the water!”
“I know, right? That's how they control you Pennys!”
A few minutes away from home, Jay and Talek agreed on the ideal spot for their naughty misadventure. “Watchdog, we need a bathroom break!” the girl announced, working under the assumption that the Watchdogs, like everyone else in Northrock, would be more sympathetic to a medicalos. The pair turned to face each other, both giggly and grinning at the perceived naughtiness of their deed, and each allowed themselves to be enveloped in the fluid warmth of their own release. It was a pleasant kind of shame that gripped Talek throughout, knowing she knew exactly what he was doing, and knowing in kind that her own pants concealed an equivalent act of shame. The sole difference, from his perspective, was she didn't have to squirm and adjust himself to account for a hardening stiffy that stroked itself upward against the urine-soaked insides of the diaper.

Liki met the pair at the door, where Jay was offered a warm greeting to combat the day's lingering chill. “Hello, young lady. What brings you here?”
“I've been keeping Talek company,” Jay said, making sure to flash her letters as the Watchdog went off back to base. “My name is Jay.”
“Pleased to meet you, Jay. Will you be alright getting home on your own?”
“I should be, but-” the girl toyed with the strings of her waistband awkwardly. “I need something from you, if that's okay? A pair of clean underwear.”
A hint of a smirk formed on Liki's snout as Jay shyly opened her pants to reveal the red undergarment. “Not to worry, dear. Accidents happen, and we have plenty of training pants. Come inside and I'll get you a pair.”
Both little green lizards were invited into the living room. Rilka lay on the rug in just her panties, legs swishing in the air as she was happily lost in her puzzle book. Shon was briefed on the situation and, with a smirk of his own, went into the kitchen. Talek called to his sister, who glanced up in surprise at the visitor. “Oh, who's your new friend?”
“I'm Jay,” the medicalos answered, offering a claw to shake. Rilka hopped to her feet and trotted over to accept it.
“Rilka. Nice to meet you.”
With a shy chuckle, Jay answered, “We've met before, actually. On your birthday?”
“Oh! Not my best day I admit. Not really into the whole 'being put on show for the amusement of others' thing.”
“I get it. I imagine lots of things around here stop being fun when you have no say in it.”
“Umm,” Talek's awkward utterance drew both girls' attention. “Jay, I was meaning to ask earlier. When you two met on Rilka's birthday you made a gesture, like this?” he mimicked the crossed-fingers sign symbol Jay had made.
Rilka gave the soft snort she favoured when Talek was being clueless. “It's a way of asking if you're a Y-rep or not.”
“It's a handy way of finding our own. Us 'guys' have to stick together!” Jay added playfully.
Wipes and fresh underwear arrived moments later, and the twinkle in Jay's eye showed that she was looking forward to the changing, despite her otherwise nervous posture. To the surprise of all, Liki calmly took hold of the girl's waistband and pulled her pants down. Startled, Jay fumbled to even reply as her trousers, and then training pants were eased off one leg at a time, leaving her bare below the waist in front of the entire family. “Feeling alright, Jay?” the mother asked as she brought a wet wipe into contact with the girl's crotch.
“Y-yes! I'm fine!” the blushing youth replied, her excited, heavy breathing dispelling any illusions as to how she felt at the blatant, public contact with her crotch. Liki certainly noticed, and appeared to be extremely thorough making sure the girl was clean downstairs; the act even drew a soft, hungry whimper or two, followed by a look of genuine disappointment when the wipe was suddenly withdrawn and, just as quickly, a fresh pair of training pants tugged up into place.
The shift in Liki's tone was just as swift. “Oh dear, I just realised what I was doing! I'm so sorry, Jay, I should have taken you upstairs and cleaned you up in private!”
“No no, it's fine!” the girl answered. Talek and Rilka had to fight to suppress their laughter, for Shon was hovering behind the girl was a massive, knowing grin plastered on his snout. Flustered, and clearly overexcited, Jay stammered through her goodbyes before promising to see Talek next week, if not sooner. Then she was off, giving Talek's own clean-up a hint more privacy.
“She seems nice,” Rilka's sing-song tone was so laden with implication that Talek wasn't sure what to deny first. The fact he needed his own wiping down didn't help.
“We're just friends!” Talek insisted.
His mother added the unwanted clarification, “friends who have accidents together.”
“Mom!”
“Oh hush! No sense in pretending, Talek! Especially when telling fibs is a foul habit for a Penny to form.”
“It's kind of hard to explain,” the boy stammered as his cleaning finished. “I've never really liked the idea of having 'accidents', but it just sort of... happened. And I liked it. And Jay... told me she likes it too sometimes.”
“Being a rejuve is such a complicated thing, isn't it?” Shon said with a dirty snort. “But at least you're doing better about being honest than a certain little lady I could mention.”
Rilka gave an offended little yelp. “When do I ever hide my preferences? If anything, you think I'm too open about them!”
“Let's save that argument for later, shall we?” Liki cut in. “Right now, I'd like you both bundled up so we can get the day started. There's shopping to be done and I want all hands on deck to carry the grocery bags!”

The only sour spot for the rest of the weekend was the purchase of more Healthy Choice items, which neither Penny hid their disdain for. It was getting to the point where they looked forward to school just because of the lunch menu. For the first meal of the school week, a hefty bowl of creamy pasta with garlic-buttered bread, Talek's new friend invited herself to the table, finding a spot next to Isabelle. Ki'reth was first to greet her, but it was Isabelle who took the introductions. “Everyone, this is Jay. We've hung out a few times outside of school.”
“Hey all!” the medicalos beamed at the assembly, accepting their introductions.
From the opposite corner, Kost gave a snicker and announced, “We're going to need to find more lads to even up the numbers here! This table is turning into a girl's club!”
“I thought I was still one of the guys?” Bubbles asked.
Jay smirked at the question, “I could be counted as 'one of the guys' too, depending on how you define it.”
The comment prompted a dirty snicker from Rilka. “This is the part where Isabelle reveals she's been a guy all along!”
“I've been tempted a few times, I'll admit that much,” Isabelle said with a grin. “I always thought it'd be a way to break up the monotony of having so much time to serve. But the corrections council don't do Y-inducements for penitatas just because they're bored or curious, and I wanted to be able to enjoy my C-cycle as the me I'm used to.”
Lusu chimed in with her own thoughts. “Yeah, I'm in camp girl power all the way! You boys are all so gross with your burps and your farts! Plus your junk is weird!” Rilka reacted to the comment with an explosive snort of laughter that sent a small string of pasta flying out of her nose.
“What's wrong with our junk?” Ki'reth asked. The boy was, as usual, wearing nothing but the fur he was born with.
Lusu pointed towards Talek, “Look at a Karrian crotch for a minute! They have that weird seam down the middle. It makes their nuts look like a badly-made purse!” Rilka was left curled over and gasped for air, while the other girls were likewise trying hard not to laugh at the boys present.
It was who Jay stepped in to defend her lost genitalia. “At least our bits don't look like a badly made ham sandwich!”
“Or smell like old fish,” Kost added, giving the other side more reasons to snort and snigger.
“Now now, let's maybe reel it all back before someone's feelings get hurt,” Isabelle called out in her best diplomatic tones. “At least some of us think that penises are lovely, even if they look a little weird. The ones at this table are especially nice.”
“And I happen to know some of you guys like ham and tuna,” Bubbles added, before hastily realising what her comment had implied. Her fumbled attempt to back-pedal was drowned out by Kost's roaring laughter.
“I do miss my penis,” Jay confessed with as the Kyyreni boy calmed down. “When I woke up like this I threw a proper little toddler-tantrum, demanding they make me a boy again! Of course, that would have meant being rejuved all the way to four; I don't miss my junk quite enough to go through that!”
With a scratch of his neck, Kost offered his own thoughts. “I miss my mane. I don't really feel like 'me' without it. That probably sounds dumb since I obviously didn't have a mane when I grew up the first time round, but there we go.”
“Well I guess I'm lucky,” Rilka chimed in. “because I don't miss anything about past-me at all! I like this body!”
“I like that body, too!” Talek snickered, prompting his 'sister' to poke her tongue out at him.
“Yeah, and the body of every other girl you come across!” Nobody but Talek seemed to notice the side-eyed glance Rilka flicked towards Jay.
Once they had all eaten, Jay seemed eager to tag along beside Talek, with Isabelle keeping close to the Medi girl in kind. “Your friends are all really nice. And funny!”
“How did you two get to know each other?” Isabelle asked as they headed for the playground.
Talek felt a blush form at the question. “Oh. I volunteered to be a Beachcomber last week, and I saw Jay flying a drone on the shore. I said hello, and then she came with me on Saturday.”
“He... made a good impression,” Jay's cadence made it clear things were left unsaid, but Isabelle tactfully chose not to press.
“I'm glad you're making other friends, Jay. I was worried when you started drifting away from the Boys.”
“I guess I just feel more at-home around you guys,” she flashed both Isabelle and Talek a grin. “Plus, I think Malty is glad I'm bothering someone else!”
The Aspatrian girl snickered, “You're not still bullying him like before, are you?”
“No, I'm behaving now.”
“Good. You're way too sweet to be that vindictive!”
Jay's pace faltered a fraction. “Didn't you say the other week about how you were looking forward to 'getting revenge' on someone who wronged you?”
Talek glanced to Isabelle, curious as to this new revelation. The girl seemed uncharacteristically  embarrassed at having the topic raised. “I was at the time. But afterwards I realised I didn't actually feel any better, and all I'd done was made someone's already sucky life a whole lot worse.” Though it hadn't been meant as a criticism, the crunch of mental gears from Jay was almost audible. “But hey, my situation is totally different from yours! For me it was an old wound – centuries old, really. For you it's not even been a year!”
The hasty rephrasing seemed to placate Jay, whose train of thought once more hopped tracks, indicated by the playful swish of her tail. “Actually, I've been thinking about something I'd like to try. I know we're not really supposed to 'play' at school, but it's something we can do on the sly...” Jay's timid words made Talek's groin tingle. “Our class has Ethics and Morals after lunch, right? I'll tell you about it then.”
The conspiracy of his female friends left Talek distracted all through Ethics and Morals, an unfortunate situation indeed for the young man as it brought him within an inch of a spanking. Jay and Isabelle kept their secrets, though both smirked every time their eyes met for the rest of the day. The only clues they offered were a single, cryptic instruction when the home-time bell rang. “Try to get to school early tomorrow. Meet us in the pool's changing room.”

Shon was kind enough to walk Talek in extra early, allowing Rilka to doze a little longer. “Not like you to be so eager to get to school,” his father noted.
Blushing, and praying his swelling boyhood went unnoticed, Talek wondered how best to answer. In the end, after much silent internal debate, he settled on the truth. “Jay and Isabelle asked me to meet them before class starts. I don't know why, but I... I hope it's something... naughty.”
“I don't know what those two are up to, but I expect you to keep your paws and your pecker to yourself, understand?” Talek nodded urgently at the firm scolding, but that was thankfully the last his father had to say on the matter.
Part eager, part frightened, Talek found Isabelle standing guard at the door as he approached. “Finally! Come on!” she ushered him in, scurrying to one of the benches where Jay was up on her hands and knees, bare below the waist. A large, black bag was open beside her, with some form of harness and tubes inside.
Isabelle handed him a plastic funnel with a pipe attached. “Hold that up.”
Next, Isabelle took hold of the pipe hanging from the funnel in Talek's paw, and followed the tube to the end still hidden in the bag. It emerged with a small plug, which she lubed and brought under Jay's raised tail. The Medicalos gave a soft gasp as it was inserted. “Sorry!”
“I'm fine!” Jay assured her.
“Okay, let's try one small bottle...”
A bottle of water was produced from the bag. Slowly, carefully, Isabelle began to the water into the funnel, which she ordered Talek to keep raised. Jay let out soft gasps and moans, prompting Isabelle to apologise about the coldness of the water. “Just let me know when I've done enough.”
“I t-think that's good,” she stammered after most of the bottle was poured in. Nodding, Isabelle put the bottle away, and turned to final item in the bag; some kind of leather-like undergarment with a short, stubby plug on the inside, which Isabelle lubed up.
“Ready, Jay? It'll be a bit cold.”
“Mhmm!” the girl responded, gasping as Isabelle eased the first plug out, and the slightly larger replacement into place. The Medi girl made a soft yelp as her sphincter stretched to accommodate the flaring plug, then clenched tight on its thinner point. Isabelle then fastened the pants shut, locking each clasp with a small key that she offered to Talek. “This is for you to keep hold of. Don't lose it!”
The boy merely nodded in mute confusion. The only thing he felt sure of was that his boyhood was enjoying the scene!
Jay whimpered as she shifted to her feet, tottering slightly as she found her bearings. “I'm amazed you can't hear me slosh when I move!” she chuckled nervously.
“You feeling alright?” Isabelle checked.
Jay nodded. “I'm okay. I feel really full though!”
The Aspatrian girl let out a snicker at the sight of the younger lizard tottering awkwardly under the pressure of the enema. “It's funny how you volunteered for this. Last girl I knew in this situation hated every second of it.”
“Who was that?” Talek asked.
Isabelle froze, as though she hadn't realised what she'd just said. “So, do you want to explain the game?” she asked Jay hastily.
Grinning, Jay turned her attention to Talek. “I can't take these off without that key. So until you agree to open me up I'm going to be stuffed!”
There didn't seem much point in Talek hiding his excitement. Both girls took a moment to stare at the prominent bulge in his pants before Isabelle took charge. “Okay, you need proper pants on and we need to get to class!” the Aspatrian girl helped Jay fasten a diaper into place, over which was pulled a pair of shorts and a long skirt was added to help conceal everything. Finally, all their 'toys' were sealed into the bag, which Isabelle carried.
“I want to add one other thing,” Jay putting in hastily just before the trio left the changing room. “I want you to be in charge of everything. So... you decide when... or if... I get potty breaks. We can come up with a forfeit if I have any accidents, okay?”
“Okay!” Talek gasped, blushing so hard he could have cooked an egg on his snout.
“I'm going to add a little sanity check here,” Isabelle cut in. “Jay, if you need this to stop, come to me. Okay? I'll get you sorted straight away. That way, Talek can say no to you, push you to your limits, but when you reach those limits I can help out. Alright?”
Jay nodded, “Good idea. I really should have sorted out the safe-word stuff before getting locked in!”
“Yes you should!” Isabelle scolded, though was quick to turn it into a foxy laugh. “If there's one thing everyone in Northrock ought to know by now, it's that you never, ever turn down the option to  end a punishment early!”

To call the game distracting for Talek failed to do it justice. He noted Jay's soft whimper as she eased herself into her chair, a yelping sound not at all dissimilar to one made by a well-spanked Penny. No-one else seemed to notice, but the boy could only fixate on its cause; that plug, locked firmly up her rear passage, squeezing the water that sloshed inside her. With her every shift and squirm, or soft clearing of her throat, Talek imagined her insides being massaged, pressed, stimulated; how waves of pressure on her back passage might stimulate her in strange and unexpected ways. He watched her through the corner of his eye as much as he dared, recalling how excited he had felt at his own exhibitionist behaviours on the beach. No doubt the front of her diaper was silently soaking up the shameful beads of feminine arousal leaking from her warm, lusting cunny...
By some miracle, Talek made it through his morning study period without triggering a punishment protocol. Jay left her chair stiffly, hurrying over to join him with Isabelle hovering protectively nearby. “S-so... what now?”
It took Talek a few moments to remember the rules of the game. “Oh! Err... I guess we just take our break.”
“Do I... get to do anything?” Jay pressed, trying not to say anything incriminating.
Talek got the message. A shameful bead of precum leaked from the tip of the stiffy he'd carried all day. “No!” he whispered. “You have to hold it all in!” The soft whimper she gave in reply sent a shiver down the boy's spine.
For the rest of the morning, Talek hoped that Jay had wanted him to deny her. As the day ticked on her discomfort became ever more obvious, to the point where she simply could not sit still as the class broke for lunch. Isabelle took charge and led both Jay and Talek back to where their little scene had begun, dragging the pair into the toilets opposite the changing area. “Please hurry!” Jay squeaked in desperation as Talek fumbled the key into each lock and let the belt fall.
Poor Jay gave no thought to her modesty, throwing herself over the bowl and letting both the enema water and her bladder's contents empty out in front of her friends, her sounds a mix of soreness and anxious relief. As the sound of rapid evacuation trickled away to a few patters, then silence, Jay's breathing gradually settled. “Well that was... intense,” she gasped, closing her eyes for a moment.
“You good?” Isabelle asked, trying not to snicker at the medicalos.
“yeah, I'm good. Having a butt full of water was fun at first, but I think I left it in too long! I'm really sore down there!” she tried to laugh it off, but both Talek and Isabelle couldn't help but worry.
“I should have let you go at break,” Talek confessed.
“It's fine, I-” Jay's answer was cut short by the sound of the door opening. In a panic, Talek turned to see the normally kind face of Mr Hachi frowning suspiciously at him.
“Now what exactly is going on in here?” he asked as he approached the sole occupied stall. While there was hardly anything unusual about someone using the lavatory, the decidedly fetishistic undergarment around Jay's ankles couldn't be hidden. “I would like an explanation for that,” he added, pointing to the damp butt-plug that stood proud for all the world to see.
“I w-wanted to... to try some enema play,” Jay confessed, unable to meet the teacher's gaze. “I asked my friends to help me out. I know I shouldn't-”
“That's enough,” Mr Hachi cut in. “I take it from where you are sat that you've finished your little game?”
“Y-yessir!” the girl squeaked.
“Did you come in wearing that?”
Isabelle's ears made a shamed, down-flicking motion. “I brought it in, sir. The bag is in my locker.”
“I suggest you go fetch it immediately,” the teacher said calmly. “Talek? What's your role in all this?”
“Jay asked me to... hold the key to her pants,” he confessed.
Mr Hachi made a sharp snorting sound. “Seems a lot of girls have picked you for that role!”
Once Isabelle had returned, and secured away the offending garment, Mr Hachi issued his last instructions. “I want you three to come to my office after school. I'd like to know exactly what you've been up to. Go to lunch now.”
Though there had been no explicit threat, Talek couldn't help but fret. Even the girls, safer behind their less strict letters, appeared anxious. “I definitely took things too far,” Jay whined.
“You're hardly the first to do that,” Isabelle answered. “At least he'll give us a fair chance to explain ourselves.”

The long wait after school left Talek feeling sick with fear. The two girls went in without him, and the boy's anxiety only heightened when Shon appeared to stand in silent judgement over the wilting, whimpering youth.
Aeons later, the office door opened to reveal two sheepish rejuves and a somewhat amused teacher. “Ah, Shon! Good, I wanted to explain this little situation to you personally. It seems to be nothing more than a little Medi girl getting over excited; Talek had a passive role in all of this by all accounts, and since I've been given a promise by both young ladies they will show more self-restraint in school from here on out I'm willing to let the matter slide. Would you agree?”
Talek's eyes shone with silent pleading as his father gazed back, stern and thoughtful. “We will have plenty of time to discuss the boy's behaviour on the way home. I'll reserve my final judgement until then.”
A childish little whimper slipped from Talek's snout as his father grasped his claw and dragged him out of school, moving faster than the boy was comfortable with until they were clear of the grounds and following the roads south towards the long, rural stretch that led home. All the while, Talek's pleading and attempts to make amends went unacknowledged. Only once Shon had slowed, and finally released his grip, did the older Karrian speak. “Have you spoken to Rilka at all today?”
“N-not really,” Talek answered. “She looked a little miffed at lunch though.”
“That's one way to put it. Maybe you don't always see the signs, Talek, but we can tell Rilka's upset with you right now. Do you have any idea why?”
“No. It's not like we had a fight or anything.”
“Think harder, Talek,” there was an unwelcome edge to Shon's voice.
The boy bowed his head, grimacing with the mental effort of figuring out what he'd done wrong this time. When no answer was forthcoming, Shon answered for him. “You've been playing with a lot of girls lately. First Isabelle, and now Jay.”
“Rilka's jealous?” Talek glanced up in surprise. “But she didn't seem to mind me playing with Isabelle!”
“She has a history with Isabelle,” Shon pointed out the obvious. “The two of them are friends, and when you had your first dalliance, Rilka was under much stricter restrictions than she is now. She doesn't know Jay, and given that you two are on a more equal footing regarding your 'needs', it's easy to see why you playing with Jay instead of her might rub Rilka the wrong way.”
Guilt knotted Talek's stomach. “I didn't know. I swear I didn't mean to upset her!”
Shon finally offered the boy a hint of a smile. “I think it would be a good idea for you to talk this out with Rilka when we get home. Make sure you two understand each other, and where the boundaries are. Despite what she might claim, our little cream-cake still isn't great at admitting what she really wants.”
Home, and the familiar surrounds of the bedroom were a welcome sight. Their radio was on and playing a bouncy tune from long before Talek's time, one that Rilka clearly enjoyed listening to as she bopped along in the nude, droplets of water still clinging to her lengthening hair as Liki picked out clean clothes for her to wear. Upon hearing the door open, the motherly Karrian paused, then began to place the clothes back. “You know, there's no point in getting you dressed. It's not like you're going anywhere!”
The bopping paused. Rilka glanced Talek's way, studying the boy for a moment before shrugging and turning back to her mother, moving to the music with a little less enthusiasm. “Are you keeping me bare for a punishment or something?” she asked softly.
Liki shook her head. “Not at all. Speaking of bare scale, I think Talek should hop in the bath now he's here.”
“It'll be a chance for you two to have a little talk,” Shon added, with a subtle emphasis on 'talk' that once more made Rilka's rhythm stall.
The increasingly shy girl padded over as Talek was eased into the warm water. Rather than scrubbing the boy himself, Shon merely tossed a flannel and sponge into the bath and left Talek to it, giving Rilka space to approach. With her focus more on her parents than Talek, the girl asked, “did you get in trouble in the end?”
“No. Mr Hachi let me off with a warning,” Talek replied, taking his time with scrubbing.
A wrinkle of frustration formed on Rilka's snout. “What did you two get up to anyway?”
Blushing, he answered, “Jay wanted someone to control when she was allowed to relieve herself.”
“That's all?”
“Yes!” Talek blurted out, more forcefully than he meant to on account of the clear, accusatory tone his sister used. “Rilka, are you mad at me or something?”
“Why would I be mad? Get your fun where and when you can, right?”
To the surprise of both penitatas, Shon swooped in. The little girl yelped as he took a seat on the toilet and pulled her over his lap, delivering two sharp smacks with his scaled claw. “Why do you think I just did that, Rilka? Think hard.”
Huffing and trembling, the cream-scaled girl took her time in answering, time Talek filled with vigorous scrubbing. “Because... because I am a little mad at Talcum.”
Her feet returned to the tiled floor of the bathing space. Chastised, and in the proper mood now, she resumed her focus on Talek. “Okay, fine! I am bothered by it! It feels like you're sleeping with half the girls at school now and I... I only have you.”
“You're jealous other boys don't want to sleep with you?”
“I don't want other boys, Talek!” Rilka snarled. She turned away, but firm hands span her back around again. Forced to have the talk, her anger faded to timidity. “I want you. I really care about you. You know that.”
Talek at least had the decency to look ashamed. “You didn't seem upset when I was with Isabelle,” he mumbled in defence of his choices.
Rilka glanced away for a moment, chewing her thoughts. “How would you feel if I started sleeping around? If I was hooking up with random boys you didn't know?”
“I guess I'd be upset by that,” Talek confessed.
Shon gave a murmur of approval. “Then you see what the problem is, Talek?”
“Yes sir.”
“Good. Out the bath now.”
Once Talek was dry, the pair were escorted downstairs and placed in front of the warm, familiar glow of the fire. “Sit in silence,” Shon warned, making the pair anxious as to what might come next. They weren't kept waiting long; a pair of small, leather muzzles were fetched from the forbidden upper floor, each one snapped firmly over their young snouts and bound tight. The nude, muzzled little cubs were placed on their knees facing one another, and Shon ran a claw through Talek's dark hair as he added, “no talking, and no moving from this rug.”
Liki knelt behind Rilka, a naughty smirk on her blue-green snout. A claw pressed against Rilka's breast and stroked downward, drawing a soft whimper from the youth as the nails gently traced around her stomach and onward to between her legs. At the same time, Shon's own claw gave Talek's member a few teasing strokes. Whispering loud enough for both of them to hear, Liki added, “make sure he understands you've forgiven him, cream-cake.”
The brief teasing ended, and as both parents stepped away Rilka snuffled forward to take over the paw-job. Talek huffed and whimpered into the muzzle as Rilka coaxed him to full hardness, her free paw slipping between her own thighs to grant a spot of self-pleasure. Talek's eyes snapped towards the chair where Shon had settled to read, but Rilka forcefully turned his muzzle back to her. By the crease of her eyes he could tell she was grinning.
Lifting herself up, Rilka pushed her hips forward against Talek's chest and eased herself down, enveloping his throbbing stiffy in her warm, feminine folds. His eyes glazed over as waves of bliss coursed through him, any thoughts of possible punishment erased by the prospect of release after weeks of deprivation. He leaned back, lowering himself to the floor and letting Rilka ride him, closing his eyes and letting her take control. She ground against him, rocking and swaying, sending pulses of delight through his body that made his fingers and toes curl and twitch in time to her motions. His eyes rolled up in his head, all thoughts melted away until all that existed was the pressure in his loins and the ecstasy of the girl on top of him. His breathing became more rapid, grunts and whimpers slipping from the muzzle as he drew closer to release, each sway and grind and subtle lift building the pressure more and more until, in a moment that sent stars flaring across the insides of his eyes, he burst.
The force of the climax left him paralysed, barely able to open is eyes and admire Rilka's expression. Even hidden by the muzzle she wore, he could read her glowing smirk clear as day. With trembling paws he reached for her hips, letting a thumb slip in to find her little button of a clit and softly tease it. Still riding his softening member as much as she could, Rilka arched her spine and let out a long, lustful moan of her own. Talek had to fight the urge to giggle at how wonderful it felt to have her sat on top of him, bucking against his thighs, twisting and grinding to maximise the stimulation from his thumb. He had long since stopped caring if their parents were watching – he'd have happily done this in front of the whole school!
The girl's release was heralded by a long, loud wail and a visible shudder. Talek kept rubbing until her claw closed tight on his wrist, signalling the girl was at a limit. Clearly pleased with herself, Rilka shuffled off his hips and squatted over his chest, placing her warm cunny close enough to let her scent waft to his nostrils, and leaving a shameful little trail across his stomach. He wondered what Rilka had planned, but wasn't left guessing long; a sudden, sharp warmth struck his chest and spread across his scales, warm piss enveloping him and seeping into the rug beneath. To the boy's shame, the act made his own member twitch.
Caring not for the mess she'd just made, Rilka lay on top of her lover, his cock pressed firmly between them. Shon had noticed what she'd done by then, and in a moment of weakness – or perhaps, a desire to express a shameful truth – Talek mirrored Rilka's actions, wetting with her on top of him.
The pair were forcefully pulled apart, both adults now present and in full-blown Penny Parent mode. “I don't know what made you think peeing on the rug was acceptable, but you were both dead wrong! You're going back in the bath, and then it's straight to bed with a well-spanked backside! No dinner either!”
As they were marched upstairs, Rilka turned to Talek. The twinkle in her eyes spoke clearly: “Worth it.”