Juvenalas Penitatas
Chapter 24 – Innocent Fantasies

It was strange for Talek to come to school in his new letters and find that little, if anything, had actually changed. Miss Bassel offered a softly spoken congratulation, but was just as quick to scold the boy for 'distracting' his friends when they enquired about his new status. Being robbed of that simple chatter gnawed at the boy, who felt ready to burst when the class was finally let out for a break.
“So you're a soft timer now, huh?” Isabelle gently twisted his wrist to get a better look at the open-P on his claw. “I assume that congratulations are in order?”
“I hope so!” Talek's excitement bubbled out freely. “If all goes well I'll be free in two years!”
“Lucky for some,” Ki'reth replied, his arms folded. Isabelle shot him a scowl.
“Has anything actually changed?” Lusu asked. “I mean, do you know what you're getting out of soft time yet?”
“I've been told there's no more 'unearned' spankings. And... as dumb as this is going to sound... I'm allowed to pee standing up.”
The confession was met with laughter from most of his peers. “Your parents made you sit down to take a piss?” Kost scoffed. “Talek, your folks are evil!”
Rilka stepped in to take some of the focus from her blushing 'brother'. “When we were at the hearing the judge started tearing into the whole idea of a 'JP'. There was a moment I thought for sure Talek was going to end up as an innocentatas!”
Kost's brow furrowed. “A what now?”
“An innocentatas? You've not heard of them?”
The Kyyreni boy shook his head. “I'm not from around here, remember? Rejuve stuff is pretty new to me.”
Lusu decided to be helpful. “Well, you know penitatas are criminals, right?” she began.
“No, Lusu. I had no idea what a penitatas was until you told me just now.”
“Har har, “Lusu sneered back at the smug brat. “an innocentatas is someone who was sentenced to serve a Penny sentence, but was then found not guilty later on. Their criminal record gets wiped immediately, and they're given the best childhood imaginable as compensation for the miscarriage of justice.”
Bubbles went wide-eyed at the idea. “Does that happen?”
Isabelle, the group 'expert' on all things concerning penitatas, fielded the question on Lusu's behalf. “It's so incredibly rare as to be unheard of. You would only become innocentatas if you were truly, one-hundred percent innocent. What usually happens in 'mistrial' cases is that a review finds the initial sentence was overly harsh, or at most there's a partial pardon. Say, you're convicted of murder but then it's later ruled to only be manslaughter. In that case you'd still be a penitatas, just one with a lighter sentence. The courts would then take into account what you've already served and adjust it. I've seen that happen once or twice over the last century, but I've never heard of a truly innocent person being given our letters. Your letters,” she corrected herself.
Talek cast his eyes down on the silver, broken-looped letter set into his green scale. “Would have been nice,” he mumbled.
“Don't go there,” Isabelle warned him. The firmness of her voice made Talek look up in surprise. “That kind of thinking can drag you into some truly miserable places. Accept where you are, and be thankful for what you have.”
“Yeah, let's all be thankful for the spankings!” Kost chimed up.
“You know that's not what I mean!”
“Can you two have your lover's quarrel later, please?” all of the group turned in surprise towards Bubbles, stunned by the unexpected snark, which she seemed immensely proud of given her grin.
Ki'reth threw his paws up in disbelief. “Talek's got new letters, Bubbles got a new attitude, what else has changed while I wasn't looking?”
Lusu hastily threw an arm around Rilka's shoulders and announced, “We're madly in love with each other!” Rilka burst out laughing at the display.
“Most of us knew that already,” Ki'reth whispered out of the corner of his muzzle. Kost and Isabelle both had to fight to keep a straight face.
“It is fun to – eww! Don't lick my ear!” Rilka squirmed free of her friend's grip and hastily wiped away saliva from the side of her head. “It's fun to imagine though, right? To fantasise about what we could do if we ever were given those 'I's on our claws?”
“I don't want-” Isabelle began.
“I know, mom!” Rilka barked back, before reeling in her hostility. “I know I'm guilty. I stood in front of my victim in court and admitted as much to him. But I can still imagine it.”
Talek nodded in agreement as his fingers of his right claw traced the new letter on his left. Innocentatas, a rejuve given the best possible childhood imaginable; it was fertile ground for a young mind to play in...

The summer sun was beating down on Northrock, its warm, bright glow matching the merry temperament of the ten year old Karrian boy stood outside of the Corrections office, his paws bearing the rarest and most coveted letters known to rejuve-kind. Sporting an 'I' on the back of each claw, Talek, the only innocentatas on the planet, was going to enjoy his new life to its fullest.
Where he might have had some shyness as a Penny, now he was happy to let everything show. Eager to ensure he was as happy as could be, word had been spread of exactly how this could be accomplished, and as a result, Talek had no qualms about strolling through town in bare scale. From now on, it was very much a perk.
He made his way o a miniature park area and looked around, spying a handful of penitatas and their parents out for the day. One of the Pennys was a cat-like Jalaxian with soft, velvety fur; a girl who caught his eye and, quickly after, her eye caught his eagerness. A naughty smile spread across her feline features at the sight of this gently-twitching erection, left out on full display for all of Northrock to see. After sharing a few whispered words with her mother, the Jalaxian scurried over, a hungry, lustful look in her eyes. From now on, tending to Talek's erection was the most important duty of every girl in town; and this pretty feline was more than happy to oblige! He let out a soft moan of delight as her silken fur pressed against his soft scales, trapping his cock against her crotch and teasing with slow, lustful humping motions. Her paw slipped between them to grasp the boy's twitching cock. “I've never taken one this big,” she confessed, but from every word dripped the blatant desire to try.
“Then please do!” the boy gasped, making no effort to hide how desperately he wanted this coupling.
The feline eased herself up onto her tiptoes, gently slipping Talek's hungry cock between her thighs. A shiver of pleasure raced up the boy's spine as he felt his tip caress the warm, moist folds of her feline cunny, followed by a lustful gasp as she eagerly enveloped him. For several long, blissful seconds Talek's entire world became focused on the few inches of young male meat currently being clenched and ground by his feline play-partner, who moaned and gasped as if the mere act of inserting his cock had brought her to the edge of climax.
The pair began to hump, slowly, their hips moving in time with one another. Talek held the girl tight, savouring the soft warmth of her fur and the sweet fragrance that clung to her fur. His breath came out in short, ragged gasps as he humped and ground against her, feeling the pressure in his groin build with each motion.
“Is it okay if I-”
“Yes! Fill me!” the girl gasped before Talek could complete his request. He gave her two more swift, fierce thrusts before letting out a shaking gasp and spilled his load, filling his Penny playmate with thick, warm seed that dribbled down her thigh as he pulled out, blushing, but entirely satisfied with their swift encounter. As the pair parted, Talek couldn't help but giggle at their shared moment; for him, the wonderful fantasy of a furry playmate; for her, blatantly violating a rule of Northrock without fear of repercussions.
As the girl left, Talek found himself with his cock still half-hard, gently twitching in the warm, summer sun. Perhaps there were other girls to play with...

“Talek? Are you feeling alright?”
The question snapped Talek out of his daydream. It had come from his teacher, Miss Bassel. The boy had drifted into a lustful daydream without meaning to, and the realisation snapped him back to full, dread-filled wakefulness. “Y-yes, ma'am!”
“Are you sure? You look a little flushed.”
“I'll be fine!” he insisted, now desperately aware of the erection straining against his shorts.
The teacher studied him for a few moments more. “Alright. But if you're unwell you should see the nurse.” She turned back to her desk, and Talek thought he caught the edge of a smile just before she turned her face away.
He made it to lunchtime without getting in any further trouble. As the class headed for the cafeteria, Talek sidled up to Isabelle. “Can I ask you something?”
Isabelle raised an eyebrow at the boy's timid tone. “Is everything alright?”
“Yeah, I just… I'm not sure how to ask about this.” His other friends noted his anxiousness and went ahead without them. Alone, or as alone as he was going to get, he added, “Sorry if I'm being sketchy, but it's... embarrassing to ask about.”
The fox girl giggled. “Ooh! You were having naughty thoughts in class, weren't you?” Talek's sudden, shy blushing caught her off-guard. “Talek, we've seen each other naked countless times. We've had sex. You've even humped me in front of a teacher! How can you still be embarrassed talking to me about this stuff?”
Her frankness didn't seem to wholly win Talek over. He wrung his claws as he spoke, and failed to meet her gaze. “When you were a Penny, did you or anyone you know ever… do stuff to get yourself excited? Like… wanting to come to school naked?”
A knowing grin spread over Isabelle’s vulpine maw. “You've seen other boys with stiffies, Talek. Plenty of Pennys look forward to House meetings as an excuse to bare all.”
The boy's cheeks flushed a deeper shade of red. “If… if I came to school naked, would I get in trouble, do you think?”
“As long as your parents allow it, and you follow all the other usual rules - especially those around ‘play time’, you should be fine. Just don't expect it to get your meat any extra stroking!” She added with a smirk. “Also, and I'm speaking from experience here, try and pace yourself. If you come to school naked every day it'll start to feel normal, and you won't get the same thrill. Naughtiness should be a treat.”
“Thanks, Isabelle,” Talek flashed her a sheepish smile. “But… just for the sake of asking… if I did come to school naked tomorrow…”
“I'll be sure to ask your mom for permission to ‘cuddle’ this time!” The fox replied with a subtle lick of her lips.

The pair hurried to lunch and were quickly welcomed to their usual table. “What held you two up?” Rilka asked once Talek and Isabelle finally took their seats.
Ki'reth answered for them. “Pretty sure Talek was daydreaming in class.”
“He wasn't the only one!” Lusu giggled. “I got to thinking about what I'd do if I had free rein around here. I think it'd involve a lot of kissing!”
Rilka flashed her own dirty smirk. “I'd want payback for all the years of misery Mister Titus gave me!” she announced, though she kept her voice low and conspiratorial for fear of anyone listening in. “I like the idea of pissing in his mouth!”
“What's the point of this?” Ki'reth growled in response. “You're never going to be able to do it, and all you'll end up doing is getting yourself in trouble blabbing about your stupid fantasies!”
“What crawled up your butt?” Lusu barked back.
The fox boy let out a feral rasp. “Forget it. I'm going to eat somewhere else.”
“Ki!” Isabelle called out as the boy scurried off. She went to follow, but Kost raised a paw to stop her.
“Let him go. I'll... I'll check in later.”

All afternoon, and the evening that followed, Talek found himself fixated on his confession to Isabelle. Did he truly want to go through with it? He had his doubts, his stomach tightened at the idea, but his groin itched just as much. It got to the point where even his parents noticed; directly confronted, Talek finally had to make his choice.
“I-I've been thinking about... well... I maybe want to... go to school naked tomorrow.” His confession earned a smirk from both parents, the knowing grin of theirs that told him they had seen such a request coming. Were his 'inner' thoughts really so obvious to others? “and... if it's okay... maybe Isabelle and I could... cuddle?”
“Like last time, you mean?” Shon asked, making the boy blush. He looked to Liki, who shrugged. “Well, I suppose we can allow it, just this once.”
“Ooh, don't go pouting, cream-cake!” Liki cooed, noting Rilka's reaction to learning Talek was getting a 'play time' without her. “We'll make sure you get something special, when you're brave enough to admit you want it!”
The boy's sleep was fitful that night. Knowing what he'd got himself in for, and doubting his choices kept him unable to settle. He did eventually drift off, but woke earlier than usual, leading to more waiting. At least when it finally came time to face the music, Rilka was in a much better mood; the filthy smile she wore was proof of her voyeuristic enjoyment of seeing Talek bare all in public. There was a discernible skip in her step as their mother walked them both to school; Rilka in  a pink summer dress, dark-blue hair worn long and tied in a plait, most of her body concealed from view. Talek, meanwhile, had nothing at all.
Waiting at the school gate was Ki'reth and Isabelle. The former was actually clothed for once, at least partially; he had a red waistcoat on, which he sometimes wore on days when he needed pockets. Though he was still bare below the waist, his white-furred crotch on full display, it somehow emphasised Talek's own nudity, and that of Isabelle. The girl flashed a smile that told Talek exactly why she had chosen to bare all today. Ki'reth said something the boy failed to hear and hurried away, meeting with Mr Hachi at the door to the main building, who led the fox away. Talek's curiosity was quickly swept aside when Isabelle trotted over. The touch of her paw on his elbow sent a pleasurable shudder through his body. “Hey, nude-buddy!”
“Well isn't that a surprise!” Liki exclaimed in a tone that conveyed the opposite in no uncertain terms. “You two just remember to behave in class unless you want to show off stripes as well!”
The warning did nothing to quell Talek's excitement; he was already half-stiff at the realisation he was getting some play-time with his furry friend! Isabelle hooked arms with him, then glanced towards Rilka. “All good?”
A brief, yet fleeting scowl came and went. “Yeah, all good. I'll get my own back on him soon enough.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah. Maybe I'll invite Ki or Kost into our bed, make him watch.” Rilka flashed her lover a slutty wink. Talek felt a hot blush wash across his face; was that something he'd be into as well?
“Mind a little more advice for our play-day?” Isabelle asked before offering it regardless. “Some people will make comments, whistle, that sort of thing. The teachers are probably going to poke you to make you feel embarrassed and self-conscious. Don't pay it any mind and you'll enjoy yourself a lot more.”
The boy simply nodded, but inside he was glad Isabelle had brought it up. It certainly had gnawed at him as one of the many doubts he'd lingered on. The surge of adrenaline as the two exhibitionists walked through the classroom door and all eyes turned towards them left Talek dizzy, but by some miracle his jelly-legs held him up long enough to reach his desk. Only when he'd sat down did he realise Ki'reth was absent; again, his attention was hastily snapped away by the teacher's arrival. She looked over her class as usual, greeting them and silently counting heads. Her gaze lingered on Talek, who felt certain she could see his half-mast excitement clear as day, then moved to Isabelle, and on again. No comment was made, and the day began.
He was supposed to be focused on his schoolwork, but his mind was firmly fixed between his legs. How would his 'play time' play out? Should he and Isabelle slink off to the toilets together? Could they find privacy in a changing room, or in a quiet spot behind one of the lesser-used buildings? Did they – and this idea sent a powerful shudder through the boy – did they even need privacy at all?
A soft chirrup snapped the boy's focus back to reality. A message had appeared on his console: “Talek, as much as you are clearly enjoying having your erection on display, you are not excused from lessons. If you continue to daydream I will be more than happy to spank you in front of everyone until you calm down.” Miss Bassel's message left Talek deathly pale, and his attention instantly snapped back to his assigned schoolwork.
When the merciful bell rang, Isabelle hopped from her chair and once again swept him up. “You went white as a sheet earlier!” the fox-girl laughed.
“Miss Bassel caught me day-dreaming again.”
“Ooh? Imagining having some fun?”
“Of course he was!” Kost butted in, grabbing Talek in a headlock and rubbing his knuckles into the boy's head. “You can't go ten seconds without wanting to bang someone!”
“Get off!” Kost obliged; even a bit of friendly rough-housing was pushing his luck, and they both knew it. “Where's Ki anyway? He was here this morning.”
“Was he? Didn't know he was in today.”
Isabelle patted Talek's paw. “Relax, Ki'reth is fine. He's got a special day of his own. The good kind of special!” she quickly added, knowing full-well the double meaning that word had in the Penny community.
“Speaking of special-”
Isabelle shushed Talek before he could finish his request. “Your parents were clear what they expect of us today. Your 'fun' has to be earned; and it comes at the end of the day. So, for now, just enjoy being all exposed, with a stiffy nobody's allowed to touch bobbing out in the open.”
The boy glanced down at his member; it was hardly 'stiff' given the close-call he'd endured that morning, but Isabelle's teasing was rousing it back into shape. This was hastened when she leaned in and whispered, “you're going to have an audience. There'll be a whole bunch of people watching when you finally spill your seed.” The dirty words had their desired impact; his boyhood was stiff and needy once more.
The rest of the day was spent in a teased and lustful state; he managed to avoid any further warnings from the teacher, and every spare moment was spent wondering what exactly had been planned. The answer came after lunch; soon after returning to class, Talek and Isabelle were asked to escort the medicalos, Jay, to an unknown meeting – unknown at the time, at least. Jay had a knowing smirk on her snout as she was escorted by the nude pair, obviously enjoying the show as they went. “Does he know, Izzy?”
“He doesn't. Want to tell him?” Isabelle asked, far too sweetly.
“No no, he's your playmate!”
The fox nodded. “Talek, we're heading to Mister Titus' class.”
A look of sheer terror formed on the boy's snout. “You're joking!”
“Nope! Here's how it'll go: Jay will go in first, and we'll hang back a bit until she's up front. Then we sneak in. Providing no Penny sees us, we've got free reign to play.”
Talek's mind was still reeling. “P-play in Mister Titus' class? I can't!”
“You have to!” Jay giggled. “There's a penalty for naughty boys who don't make a mess!”
“We've got you outnumbered, 'Talcum'!” Isabelle added her own taunt. “Jay wants to see you make my fur sticky, and I want it stuck! Trust me, okay? Please?”
“I... I do.” He felt his cock bounce happily at the smile his words earned him.

The streaking rejuves hid out of sight as the door to the classroom opened. Jay stepped through smartly, claws behind her back and a smile on her snout. Talek heard her footsteps clop softly on the hard floor as she crossed towards the teacher, who snarled at his captive audience. “Miss Jay is returning to us today as she has requested to watch you work. No doubt she is eagerly hoping one of you puts a toe wrong, as you so often do! Would any of you like to volunteer yourselves? Master Malth? No? Then unless you wish to be unwilling displays of suffering, your snouts had best remain firmly on your assignments!”
Halfway through the threat, Isabelle grabbed Talek's wrist and dragged him inside. Jay was stood by the Roferian's desk, smiling politely, her eyes only briefly flicking towards the naked pair as they scurried in. Talek wanted to cry out in terror, but Isabelle was laser-focused on a white circle on the floor at the very back of the classroom. The penitatas pupils were normally sat in a semi-circle as Talek understood it, but the desks had been rearranged into a shallow wedge; all it would take was any of them to turn their heads just slightly, and they would see the naked boy and girl now cuddling in the sound-dampening field.
“Now's your chance!” Isabelle whispered, hunger dripping from each syllable. “Outside only, and you have to finish in my fur!”
“S-someone's going to see!” he protested.
Isabelle simply ground her crotch against his. “That's part of the fun though, isn't it? The fear of getting caught?”
Talek's frightened eye turned to the nightmarish Roferian stalking at the front of the classroom. For a terrible moment, Mister Titus met his gaze. The boy snapped his eyes closed instantly. “W-why here? Why him?”
“Welcome to Northrock, Talek!” Isabelle let out a whisper-soft giggle. “Pennys have to earn their fun!”
He felt soft, vulpine lips press against his own. His eyes snapped open in surprise, though he didn't pull away. “Hold me close, Talek. Cuddle me. Hump me, fast or slow as you like. We've got until end of period. No rush, but a time limit. Think you can manage?” She punctuated the question with a grinding thrust, rubbing her warm, furry crotch against his hardened cock.
“I-I think so!” the boy gasped. He took a few moments to steady himself, then began to thrust in rhythm, huffing into the girl's neck as he ground against her. He let his eyes drift to Jay, the girl he'd seen when first joining school, but only truly met when engaging in yet more exhibitionism. The memory of pissing his pants in front of her stirred fresh waves of excitement in the boy, and that urgent twitching of his cock drew a soft murr of pleasure from Isabelle. “What would happen if I finished inside you instead?”
“In my fur, please?” she replied. “I want to be soiled. I want the school to see you used me as a cum rag.”
Huffing, panting, and caring less and less about being discovered with each motion, the lizard boy and fox girl rubbed their crotched against each other, providing blissful friction for Talek's hardened cock. Precum dribbled out, only to be drank up by Isabelle's fur; stray strands of which gave unexpected tickles, sending jolts and shivers through the boy's body. Talek's gaze turned back to Jay, stood up in front of an entire class of the worst of Northrock's criminal class, and his jaw fell open. She was staring at them both, blushing a deep crimson. One claw held her skirt up, revealing her panties had been pulled part-way down her thighs. She was masturbating with her free claw, right in the open where every hard-timer could see.
That sight pushed Talek clear over the edge. The gasp of his release felt deafening in his own ears; his cock pulsed hard, shooting a burst of white seed up across Isabelle's chest, a single drip of which touched her chin. He pulled her close and humped hard through his climax, making sure her stomach caught the rest of his spurts. The pair stood, trembling, giggling at one another, until the euphoria of the boy's climax faded. Then, as cold reality crept back in, he looked urgently towards the door.
Perhaps waiting for such a reaction, Mister Titus, who seemed to have not noticed the masturbating rejuve next to him, tapped a button on his console. The door to his classroom hissed open – by the time anyone dared to look why, Talek and Isabelle were long gone.

Rather than sending them back to class, where there would doubtless be questions, Isabelle confidently proclaimed he was going home early. Jay caught up just as the pair stepped out of the gates; a Penny was not supposed to be out and about unescorted, even in soft-time, but a completas on one arm and a medicalos on the other acted as a ward against questioning. “I can't believe you fingered yourself in front of the whole class like that!” he blurted out to the amusement of both girls.
“Perks of being a medicalos!” Jay laughed back. “We can do all sorts of filthy things!”
“Is it bad I want to do this again?” Talek asked. He knew the shut-down was coming before Isabelle had opened her mouth.
“Don't expect many more days like this one, at least not until you make parole. I know you're sick of being told this but-”
“I'm still a Penny, I know!” he let out an exaggerated groan for good measure. “Today was fun though. Really fun. Thank you both.”
The trio walked with smiles upon their faces, and in Talek's case, a happy hard-hard member swaying in the warm sunshine. He felt certain Northrock would be seeing more of it, especially if his girl-friends had any say in the matter...