Juvenalas Penitatas
Lesson 7 – Pet Play

Home from school and looking forward to the weekend, Talek found himself alone in his room, struggling with the puzzle cube in his paws. His sister, Rilka was absent, kept downstairs for an “unearned” spanking. These were just a part of life for a hard timer, though there was normally no effort made to grant his 'sister' any privacy when they happened. She'd been downstairs for quite a while. Talek's eye drifted to the silver “JP” on the back of his paw, marking him as a special case; a juvenalas penitatas, someone who should in theory have an easier time of things. It didn't often feel like his parents were going easy.
Rilka finally reappeared, looking tired and moving stiffly. She was made decent, which Talek took as a good thing, but as the punished little Penny shuffled over to the vacant beanbag chair, Shon turned his focus on Talek. “I'll be taking that puzzle, along with your other toys.”
“Why?” the boy asked, noting his mother holding a padlock in her paw.
“You know better than to question us on these matters!” Liki scolded. Talek flinched, surrendering his toy. It, and every other book, game and toy either went into the toy box, which Liki locked, or was taken out of the room altogether.
“Dad said we'll get them back tomorrow,” Rilka sighed. “I guess it has been a while since they used boredom as a punishment.”
“So what are we supposed to do now?”
Rilka smiled, “I guess we could tell each other stories? You've only just started school, so there's loads of stuff you don't know yet, right? Have you been put in your house yet?” Talek gave his sister a quizzical glance.
“Okay, come over here!” she said, and went over to her dresser. She picked out a few items and placed them on the bed for Talek to see: a white shirt with the school logo on the breast and bright blue piping at the shoulders; a blue pullover with a thin, orange trim at the neck, plus an unfamiliar logo; and a blue necktie with the same logo. Rilka held up the necktie and tapped the symbol: a blue, feral fox rearing up in front of an orange sun. “That's my house - the Sea Foxes!”
Talek recognised the animal's name. Sea foxes were a common enough site on temperate shorelines, though they typically avoided population centres. The females were dull, cold greys and muted blues, but the males had bolder, more vibrant colours. None were the shade of blue on the logo though, as far as he knew. “So... what exactly is a 'house?' Is it like an after school club?”
Rilka shook her head, “more like a... fraternity, I guess? No, you weren't old enough for those either. Okay, everyone at school gets put into one of four houses – Sea Foxes, Honeybees, Oliphants, or Red Kestrels. Houses divide up classes, so you'll have a few of each in your class right now. Isabelle is in your class, right? The white Aspatrian? She's a Sea Fox too! Anyway, every couple of weeks we have a house meeting, and several times a year we do house events. These... well, most of the kids in school are penitatas, so you can guess what the events are like.”
Talek grimaced at the implication. “Some kind of 'special punishment day', right?”
Rilka nodded as she began putting her uniform back in its proper place. “On event days we all have to wear our uniforms, and we're usually competing against at least one – oh my God!”
“What?” Talek hurried over to see what had caused Rilka's shocked outburst. As he drew near, Rilka lifted a small, flat tub of boy paint out of her sock drawer. “I had no idea that was still here!”
“Body paint?”
Rilka calmed herself down, a shyness creeping into her expression as she lifted the lid. The pot was almost empty. “This is from a fundraising event we did a long while back. A 'Karrian Zoo'. You would have liked it. Well, you'd have liked to be on the outside of the bars!”
“Umm... what?”
The boy's confusion drew a giggle from Rilka. He could see a far-away look in her eyes, and caught the fond little wag of her thick, scaled tail. She turned back towards the beanbags, body paint still held in her claws. “Well, I guess it'd pass the time to fill you in on some of my past adventures. Oh, you'll want your pants off for this one; I guarantee you'll be all stiff and needy by the end!”
The jab made Talek blush a little, but he took his sister's advice. “So this is a kinky story?”
“Mhmm! Though I didn't find it all that fun at the time!” she flopped into her beanbag seat, and after a few moments thought slipped her skirt and panties off to give her 'brother' free view of her privates. It had become normal to see one another bare, but deliberate teasing never failed to get a rise out of Talek; Rilka eased one of her lower lips aside to do just that, taking no small amount of pleasure at how his soft little member twitched and hardened at her brief bout of exhibitionism. “Okay, Talcum, let's see... I guess the best place to start would be...”

It was a perfect, late spring day. The sun was high and hot, the sky cloudless, and not a breath of wind disturbed the town of Northrock. Not wishing to waste such fine weather, Mr Hachi had decided to hold his house meeting on the school field. Almost forty rejuves of varying ages and classifications sat on the warm, green grass, split into work groups to plan out the details of the next big house event.
The old Karrian wandered between them, offering advice and encouragement. “Don't be afraid to dream big, my little cubs!” he announced, his tone upbeat and step sprightly. “All ideas are welcome at this stage!”
Rilka sat in a little circle of five fellow penitatas. All of them wore their blue house ties, but other than that there was little to unify them; four were Karrian, and the fifth was a white-furred Aspatrian girl. Rilka and Lusu, the two girls, were both seven and firmly in their first cycle of Hard Time. One of the boys, named Conol, was just five. The last boy, Tashi, was ten. The Aspatrian, Isabelle was not only the oldest at eleven, but also a soft-timer on the eve of potential parole. Rilka quite liked Isabelle; the only 'real fox' in the Sea Foxes. She'd miss her when she earned those 'C's and got to return to normal society.
“He said all ideas are welcome, but I don't think he'll go with yours,” Isabelle said with a snarky tone. The comment was directed at Tashi, who raised his scaled claws in protest.
“Look, all I'm saying is that there's no shortage of people round here who like girls!”
“No argument there!” Lusu chimed in, which made Rilka giggle.
“Yeah,” Rilka added, running a claw through her dark blue hair, “your plan would definitely win us the event, but for one teensy-weensy flaw; if we start sucking boys off for credits, we'll be sat on blisters for a month!”
“Or even extra cycles,” Conol added. It was rare he offered any positive contributions to house proceedings. Conol had been rejuved to age three as part of his sentence, and while nobody knew exactly what he'd done, the age alone was a hint he was a bad, bad penny. He'd only joined the school two months ago.
Isabelle, as was her way, placed herself in the captain's seat once more. “Okay! We're agreed that prostitution is out! But you might not be wrong about exploiting people's interests. If we're willing to suck it up and put our butts on the line, we could earn some good money in a spanking booth.”
Rilka was quick to shoot that idea down. “Forget it! We're competing against Kestrels, remember? Mister Titus always runs a spanking booth for them, and he has the scariest implements in the world for people to try! Anyone who wants to hear a Penny howl will be going to him!” 
“We just have to give it a bit of a mixup then,” Tashi pressed as his gaze flicked between Rilka and Conol. “We could do a spankathon! Set these two up on spanking machines and every time someone donates we add time to the session.”
“Why us?” Rilka and Conal both asked in near unison.
“Because you're both 'Black P's, that's why!”
“You don't know anything about my sentence!” Conal growled, baring his little lizard fangs.
“Oh, I know plenty! Your age and the class you're both in are all I need to know!”
Isabelle stepped in to defend the two shrinking, sulking classmates. “Tashi, they are penitatas! No different to you or I!”
The older boy sneered at the comment. “We may all be criminals, but I'm nothing like them!”
“How about you just piss off?” Rilka spat through grit teeth. “If you can't stand the sight of me, go join a different team!”
“Rilka, stop!” Isabelle now turned her focus on the pouting girl. “That's not going to help you. I know you're mad, but it's not worth the belting! Let's all just take a deep breath, okay? Lusu, do you have any ideas for what we could do?”
Lusu wrung her fingers awkwardly, her focus still on her slumping, pouting friend. “Umm...a petting zoo?”
Conal let his disgust refocus on the splotchy-scaled girl. “That's stupid! Where'd we get the animals?”
“Oh, just shut up!” Rilka snapped once more, eyes turning red as she fought back tears. “You never have anything helpful to say! Can't you just keep your snout shut and let the rest of us get on with it?”
The outburst had crossed a line, and they all knew it – especially Rilka. Sure enough, Mr Hachi was looking straight at her, the greying scales of his face contorting into a stern scowl as he strode forward. His right paw went to his hip, resting upon the hilt of a long, bright blue leather strap at his belt. “I am hearing a lot of raised voices over here,” he said in a tone that promised misery for all involved.
With a frantic tone that was to heartfelt to be fake, Rilka thrust a shaking claw at her peers. Her accusing finger moved between the boys, beginning with Tashi. “H-he called me a 'Black P' an' said I s-should be sp-panked all day! An' he jus' wants us all t-to fail!”
“Alright, come here,” Mr Hachi knelt down and offered the bawling child a hug. His old, wrinkled claws wrapped around her chest, patting gently against her back. “Let it out, Rilka.”
The cream-scaled penitatas sobbed into her teacher's shoulder, drawing the attention of all. Mr Hachi had always been gentle with her, a stark contrast to her day to day teacher, the Roferian named 'Titus'. Once the girl had calmed enough that she could be dealt with reasonably, Mr Hachi pushed her gently away to address her eye to eye. “I understand that you're frustrated, and we will address that shortly. However, we need to focus on your behaviour first.”
Rilka let out a pained whine at the comment. “B-but I-”
“Rilka, what did you do wrong?” Mr Hachi pressed, his tone less friendly now.
“I... I yelled at a f-fellow Cub!” she whimpered, which earned a nod of approval.
“That's right, you did. Young Conal, do you have anything to say?”
“No!” the boy snarled, an act so foolish that every single penitatas leaned away from him as though he were about to explode.
“I disagree!” Mr Hachi retorted. “You lack team spirit, little man! I may not like how Rilka said it, but her words are true; you don't work with others, and are only concerned with yourself.”
“So what?” the young lizard boy shot back at the teacher. “It's not like anything I do here matters! I'm not going to get to go on fun days out, or get time off for good behaviour! This 'house' shit is just for bastards like you to get off on hurting us!”
“Tsk! Well, we're going to have to fix that attitude straight away! In fact, I think this one might be beyond my expertise... Miss Isabelle? Run along to the gymnasium and tell Mister Titus he's needed  here on the double!”
All bravado vanished from Conal's features, his scales turning from dark green to bloodless white. Now, at least, he was able to hold his tongue... for all the good it would do!
“As for you, Master Tashi,” the teacher continued, focusing on the elder boy, “What's this about you teasing your peers?”
“I... well... they're both in Mister Titus' class!” he protested.
“What does it matter if Mister Titus is their teacher? Mister Titus is also in charge of the Red Kestrels – do they deserve your scorn as well?” Even through the haze of anxiety and glumness she felt, Rilka noted the emphasis that both the child and teacher had used. It was never 'Mr' Titus, but 'Mister' Titus! It was almost as if the Roferian wanted the whole world to be absolutely certain he was a male.
Tashi fumbled his way through an excuse, then an apology, but it was obvious to all this was going nowhere fast. Mr Hachi shook his head sadly. “Young man, you have no right to judge your peers the way you do! Miss Isabelle had the right of it; you are all penitatas!” he raised his voice now, turning back and forth to make sure all the little circles were listening. “It doesn't matter how old you are, or who your teachers are! It doesn't matter if you've just begun your time, or you've served a hundred years under the paddle! Hard-timers are hard-timers, none any better or worse than any other! Any Fox Cub who forgets that will receive the harshest of reminders!” At that, he unholstered the dreaded Fox Strap – a hefty piece of leather that would be harsh for even the oldest of rejuves. As if its sheer weight wasn't enough, one face bore blunt studs that gave the instrument a hellish bite!
With all eyes on the strap, few noticed the hasty return of Isabelle, with the bone-white Roferian teacher in tow. “What's this I hear about a trouble-maker?” he asked, his sharp blue eyes darting swiftly between the two faces he recognised.
“Young Conal-” Mr Hachi gestured sharply with his free hand, “-had some choice words about his fellow Sea Foxes. He does not wish to be a team player, and swore repeatedly in expressing that opinion!”
Mister Titus snarled at the boy as though he planned to rip his throat out with bare teeth. Rilka stared in terrified awe; the fur on the draconic teacher's arms seemed to stand on end as he spat a short, cold threat. “Disrespecting your teacher has long been a flaw of yours, Master Conal, but to disrespect your house and its master are a whole new level of insolence that I will not tolerate! You will beg for the Fox Strap when you see what I intend to use upon your filthy little backside!”
“I-” the boy squeaked, but Mister Titus was having none of it.
“Don't you dare insult me with a false apology! You will return to my classroom this instant! First, we will give you a long, thorough belting for dragging me away from my house duties, and once your scales are good and bruised we'll deal with your insulting of a teacher! For that you will be getting blisters, and rest assured I will personally be spanking you twice a day for the next week, on top of whatever else your parents think you deserve!”
The Roferian grabbed Conal by the wrist, and the boy screamed in mortal terror as he was dragged away. Absolute silence fell, as though even the birds and insects dared not make a sound for fear of incurring the wroth of Mister Titus. Then a single, subtle noise broke the stillness, and all eyes turned back to Rilka. Her jaw shook uncontrollably, streaks of tears rolled down the cream scales of her cheeks, and a yellow trickle wound down the inside of her bare leg to soak into her white cotton socks.
“Let's get those down, Miss Rilka,” the teacher said, easing the soiled underwear down to the floor and lifting her legs out. He took a pack of wipes from his jacket pocket and tidied her up as best he could, allowing her the slightest hint of privacy by ordering all the rejuves to line up and making her face the opposite direction. “There, all clean. Now come over to this bench here... you too, Tashi!”
He made both the guilty, fretful rejuves stand in front of the bench facing their peers. “Sea Foxes! It seems a couple of Cubs have lost their way! Help them remember, please?”
The rows of rejuves all raised their right paws to shoulder height, palms forward and fingers straight. Their left paws went over their hearts; Rilka and Tashi did the same. From all present, with varying degrees of enthusiasm, a song began:
"A Sea Fox must always behave
When at work or when at play!
For those that don't, those who slack
Will get the tail-strap, SMACK SMACK SMACK!"
Neither Tashi nor Rilka had much enthusiasm for the end of the song. Mr Hachi pointed to the boy first and said, “Bare scale, if you please. Over the bench with tail raised high! You're an older boy, old enough that you really should know better! As such, you're getting the studded side!”
“Nooo!” Tashi wailed as the older reptile took a firm grip of his tail, pulling it straight up in the air and stretching the appendage. “Please, sir! Not the st-OWOWOWOW!” his begging turned to a frantic howl as the hefty strap came down. The blunt teeth bit fiercely into the soft, pale scales where his thick tail found his backside, the sound of the impact making every single Karrian, and one Non-Karrian, flinch and press their tails firmly against their backsides.
“I seem to have my eye in,” Mr Hachi announced, delivering another full-force smack to be sure. “Okay then! Everyone, you know what to do!”
The song started up again, much more slowly and with clear anxiety in the voice of the singers. “A-” was as far as they got before the strap drowned out their hesitant singing, and a long howl of anguish echoed across the open field from Tashi's maw. “Sea Fox must-” they continued, more of a dutiful drone than a song. Not that it mattered; the only true 'song' was that of the strap, and the childish wails of agony it caused.
“Aaawwow!” Tashi shrieked, a feral, animalistic sound. “I'm sor-OWWWW!” he pleaded, to no avail. The studded leather strap found its mark again and again, the leather turning his sensitive under-tail a burning red, while the studs left rows of tiny, purpling bruises.
The song finally ended, though the singers new their duty: the final SMACK SMACK SMACK was done at the pace of the teacher, to give emphasis to the last three blows. Tashi was utterly broken, having given up on his futile begging and accepted his fate, bawling shamelessly.
“Miss Rilka, are you willing to forgive your fellow Cub?” Mr Hachi asked.
Though her guts churned the moment the word formed she said, “No.” She looked at the surprised teacher and hastily blurted out a shaky explanation. “I-if I'd done what he did, Mister Titus would have given me a lot worse!”
“But I am not Mister Titus,” Mr Hachi countered, “and if it were your turn on the bench now I'd have considered this more than fair.”
Rilka let her head fall. “I... I don't...” she mumbled.
“Hmm. Well, you have certainly made an enemy, young man!” the teacher announced. “You must have truly hurt that girl with your thoughtless words! So, let us begin again!”
“NOOOO!” The Karrian boy shrieked. “Ril-k-ka I'm s-sorry, ple-AOW!” the strap came down, cutting off his desperate begging. This time it was the flat face – Mr Hachi clearly feeling more studded smacks was a step too far.
The leather cracked over and over against the tortured tail base, making the mess of stud-points glow hotly with each strike. He delivered four hard strikes before announcing, “We will keep going until Miss Rilka is satisfied you learned your lesson!”
“He has!” she blurted out desperately. “He learned his lesson!”
That was all it took. Mr Hachi let the hateful strap rest and carefully eased the penitatas boy onto his feet. “You took that with a lot more fussing than a boy of your age should. That makes me think your class teacher, or maybe your parents are going too easy on you!”
The comment drew a wordless whimper, but Mr Hachi waved it away, “Go stand with your peers now. It's Rilka's turn.”
To her credit, Rilka knew there was nothing to gain from resisting. She lay over the bench, giving barely a whimper as her skirt was shifted clear away. “You're getting the leather side... for most of it. I think a few with the studs are necessary, just in case there was any spite in your comments earlier.”
“T-there wasn't!” Rilka cried in desperation, but the time for protest had long passed. Mr Hachi readied the strap, and the slow punishment song began again.
CRACK! SNAP! THWAK! The strap came down time and again. It was by all rights far too big for a girl of her age, punishing not just her tail base but the core of the tail as well! If anything, being smacked further long the limb hurt far worse than at the base, which Rilka expressed as all penitatas do; by throwing her head back and wailing tearfully up into the sky.
“Sooo-reeeee!” the words fell out of her snout as she gasped and gulped, fighting to breathe, cry and speak all at once. Over and over the savage belt found its mark, turning her tail from milky white to searing scarlet. The girl's hips bucked at each blow, flinching so hard the painted wood was rubbing her thighs raw. But for all the hell the extra-hard belting caused, the worst was yet to come, for the last words of the song reached her ear-slits.
“Will get the tail-strap!”
SMACK! Nine studs bit into her scales. The girl had seen them clearly enough; blunt little pyramids. But on the receiving end they felt like hypodermic needles!
SMACK! Nine points of molten lava surged through her wounded scale and aching muscle, boring all the way to the bone!
SMACK! Rilka's voice gave out. Even crying out was too much now; she wordlessly gulped huffed, fighting to breathe as she sheer agony of the belt robbed the air from her lungs.
SMACK! A fourth, unannounced, broke the spell. Rilka let out the longest, most terrible wail of her life! Her claws dug into the bench so hard she left little grooves in the paintwork, though if she'd cared to look she'd see many others had done so before.
Mr Hachi let her howl, keeping her tail up straight for all the world to see. Almost as if the world itself took pity on the wretched little girl, a soft breeze kissed the burning scale. The sensation made her jolt again, for at first she feared it was another smack, but as her mind processed the sensation it became almost pleasant – nowhere near enough to put out the fire, but it turned the burning down a single notch.
“Little Cubs, we have had a busy day,” Mr Hachi announced. “I'm sorry that it has come to this, but such is the way of things for you all. This is a lesson for all of you, not just the poor little Cubs under the strap! You will slip up, you will make mistakes, you will be punished for those mistakes! But...”
He turned his attention back to Rilka. Slowly, carefully, he eased the girl onto her feet once more. The teacher even did his best to keep her tail straight to minimise her discomfort. “Master Tashi? Is Rilka forgiven?”
“Y-yessir!” the boy shouted as loudly as he could.
“See? Completely forgiven by the boy who forgot penitatas should never shout!” the teacher flashed a mischievous smile to Tashi, who whimpered and tried to slink backwards. A few other penitatas giggled at his misfortune. “You are forgiven by me was well, little lady, and everyone else here forgives you too. Isn't that right, Sea Foxes? Do you forgive these wayward Cubs?”
“We forgive you!” the other Sea Foxes all chorused.
“Then there's no need to take this further. Rest assured, I'll be telling both your parents that your red tails are a done-deal, with no need to warm them further! Now, this little incident has eaten up a lot of our time... ah! And that's the bell! You have until the end of lunch to give me ideas for the fair, and I want two ideas per group! Any group that doesn't deliver will be explaining themselves at home time!”

Rilka, Lusu, Tashi and Isabelle all sat together over lunch. For the well-spanked pair it was a difficult meal; perched on hard wooden benches with no padding at all, whines and whimpers were constant as they did their best to enjoy a plate of breaded fish and chunky vegetables. The white-furred Aspatrian turned her focus immediately to business. “the only remotely valid ideas we've had so far are a spankathon and a petting zoo. We're going to need more than that.”
Lusu raised a chunk of fish on her fork. “Umm... food stand?”
Isabelle's expression clearly said 'no'. “It's a lot harder to do that than you might think. Besides, most other teams will be suggesting the same thing. We'll pitch it if we don't have anything better.”
“Conal was right about one thing, Lusu,” Rilka pouted, trying her best to ignore the burning in her tail and be productive. “We'd never be allowed to handle any animals.”
“We do have a fox already,” the boy replied with a smirk and a nod toward Isabelle.
Rilka and Lusu both frowned at the comment, but Isabelle perked right up. “You're right! We could be the animals in the cage!”
“What? How would that work?”
“We get some body paint matching the colour of real sea foxes, and have a couple of us sat around nude in a cage!”
Rilka smiled, despite her soreness. “You know what? That'd probably work. Every time I get taken into town there's some non-penny lurking around hoping mom and dad will pull my pants down.”
“Exactly!”
Tashi's grin suggested he was one of the boys eager to see Rilka with her pants off. “So we put three little girls in a cage and people pay to come look?”
Lusu glanced at Rilka and gave a wink. “Wouldn't we draw more of a crowd if we appeal to both tastes?”
“You mean put Conal in too? Hah! It'd be funny to see his little pecker swing in the breeze for all to see!”
Rilka leaned forward, eyes fixed firmly on the boy. “Size matters when it comes to winning over the ladies, Tashi. So, unless your 'pecker' is smaller than his, it'll be you in the cage!”
“Then it's settled!” Isabelle announced. “Tashi's in, and I'll volunteer to add a bit of variety. That means one of you two needs to be handling sales, and the other joins us in the cage.”
With a huff, Rilka volunteered herself. “It's got to be me, right? After our fight, Mr Hachi would probably demand it.”
“Aren't we forgetting Conal?” Lusu asked.
Isabelle's mask slipped, her vulpine features twisting into a brief snarl. “No we are not! Rilka was right about him; Conal isn't going to put any effort in, and he doesn't care that his selfishness impacts the rest of us! I'll speak to Mr Hachi about it, and with any luck he'll be off the event!”
“Not like you to shut someone out,” Tashi noted.
The Aspatrian's ears flicked forward irritably. “I have been a penitatas for a long, long time. I am less than a year away from my next parole hearing, so I need my record spotless. Winning a house event would look good on all our records, but its doubly important to me! It could well be the tipping point between finally being free and having to wear these marks for another six years!” she raised her paws to show her silver P, the bottom of the loop missing to signify her soft-time status. The girl paused, as if realising how angry she'd become, and took a deep, calming breath. “I'm sorry, that wasn't appropriate of me. I guess I'm just tired.”
“No harm done,” Lusu was quick to reply, giving the Aspatrian a kind pat on her paw. “So our choices are a food stand and a petting zoo, right? With focus on the latter?”
The others all chorused their agreement. Isabelle picked up her empty try as she rose from the bench. “Then I'll take our verdict to Mr Hachi right away! Enjoy the rest of your break, guys!”
The rest of Rilka's day progressed slowly. Upon returning to Mister Titus' classroom, Conal was howling away in the corner so loudly and desperately that even the sound-dampening fields couldn't fully silence the boy. His bare backside was a hideous mess of deep, broad bruises and agonising blisters. She couldn't help but stare, her gut knotting at the idea she might nearly have earned that savagery for her own rear!
“Miss Rilka,” the Roferian teacher's voice sliced through the air, soft and deadly as a hunting bird. “Come to the front of the class.”
A whimper slipped from the seven year old lizard's dry lips as she tip-toed forward, paws clutched together as if praying for mercy. “Y-yessir?”
“Lift your skirt,” he commanded, and the child obeyed. Doing so revealed the pair of pink 'training pants', designed to catch any slips from penitatas whose bladders fail them. “Grade One? Mr Hachi is optimistic.” the pants were pulled off without ceremony, with a slightly thicker pair selected from a nearby drawer. Rilka had learned the hard way that Grade One pants could catch a little tinkle, but a Grade Two could probably handle her entire bladder.
Satisfied, Mister Titus pointed toward her usual desk. “If you will insist on wetting yourself in my presence, you will do so in pants that don't require me to clean up after you. Also, the three of you who are smirking, doubtless liking the idea of seeing your classmate piss her pants, have lost bathroom privileges for the entire week. Yes, that does mean exactly what you're afraid it means!”
Rilka dropped onto her seat, grimacing in pain as the action scorched her tail, and watched stony-faced as her peers were brought up front for a hard spanking and the donning of diapers. She kept her face stony throughout, her thoughts genuinely those of anxious fear and a desperation to be home. The lesson, as always, was well learned by her; only one person was allowed to enjoy the suffering of others in that classroom, and it was Mister Titus!

The walk home was, as ever, when the mask finally slipped. It had happened so often that Liki could tell straight away when her daughter had suffered a 'bad day'. Rilka cried openly as they walked together, one paw held by her mother, the other rubbing away the tears. Liki was patient with the girl, letting Rilka take her time and speak when she felt ready. “I... I n-need some s-s-stuff for-”
“Hush now, cream-cake,” Liki cut in softly. “Whatever it is can wait. How about we have an early bath today, hmm? Pop you into some warm water as soon as we get home, and then lots of lovely cuddles. Maybe some scale to scale? Would you like that.”
“Yes momma,” the girl answered earnestly.
She was much more composed by the time they reached home. Liki didn't question why she was in training pants, nor why her tail was so bruised; such things were not her concern unless a teacher directly made it so, and Mr Hachi had made it clear the matter was settled and forgiven. The bath did wonders to wash away the little penitatas' soreness and grief, with the cuddles that followed doing the rest. Liki undressed and sat on Rilka's bed, holding her daughter's cream-coloured body against her own blue-green, ocean coloured scales.
When the girl felt confident enough, she spoke again of her needs. “Mom, I need some body paint for the house fair.”
“Doing face painting, are we?” Liki asked pleasantly.
“Umm... no. I'm going to be painted like a sea fox and... put in a cage... in bare scale.” she squirmed a little at the confession.
“Nude in public for all the world to see? Did you volunteer for that?”
“Sorta',” Rilka answered weakly.
Liki gave the girl a soft stroke down her back. “That's good! Little Penny girls should be willing to make themselves uncomfortable. Tell me who else is in your little group and we can all go shopping together.”
Rilka accepted the suggestion with a nod, then let her snout drop against her mother's shoulder. That was all for later; right now, her mother's scale was the best pillow a girl could ask for.

The day of the fair came at last. True to their word, her parents had acquired everything she needed for the event, and the morning was spent painstakingly painting the lizard girl in shades of white and grey to resemble a sea fox. More than paint, Liki also acquired a pair of stick-on ears and a bushy tail sleeve to make her look even more like the animal she mimicked. They were also exceptionally thorough with their painting; every single little crevice was painted, including the soles of her feet and the inner folds of her thighs. Liki and Shon both clearly enjoyed how much she wriggled and giggled throughout the ordeal, seeming almost disappointed when it was time to wrap the girl into a dressing gown and leading her out of the house.
As getting the body paint on and dry required waking up early, Rilka was carried to the fair via hovercar rather than walking. Northrock's sea front and pier had been taken over for the day, with multiple banners erected to show the emblems of Northrock Correctional Elementary, and the houses of the Sea Foxes and Red Kestrels. The other houses, the Honeybees and Oliphants, had set up and run their own fair a month earlier, but unlucky weather had spoiled the day somewhat. This worked in favour of the last two houses; the warm, sunny day was bound to bring people out!
The 'Karrian Zoo' was well positioned, the cage quite central along the seafront. The parents of the rejuves involved had put great effort in to make the whole display look the part; the bars were sturdy, the brickwork facade convincing, and there were even information displays introducing the 'foxes'. Shon and Liki took their daughter round to the back of the cage, where Tashi and his father were waiting. The boy had been painted an impressive, tropical blue with yellow and orange around his snout, paws, and crotch. Like with Rilka, the costume was the work of genuine effort, but neither of them could compete with the third rejuve that was approaching from the opposite direction.
Isabelle's fur had been dyed all over, and her naturally vulpine form made it look so convincing Rilka didn't recognise the girl at first. A quiet, “wow!” slipped from her snout. Isabelle allowed herself a twirl as her dressing gown was slipped off, wagging her tail happily.
“Okay, 'foxes'! Into the cage you go!” Shon chuckled as he opened the hatch so all three could crawl inside. The cage beyond was quite spacious, the floor heavily layered with straw and wood shavings that both gave it a convincing animal pen appearance, but also gave welcome padding for the rejuves as they crawled around. There was plenty of room to stand up, but that would have spoiled the effect; real sea foxes were quadrupeds!
As the hatch clicked shut behind them, the trio spread out and settled in. Being stared at by the parents made Rilka anxious, and the bars weren't helping; she felt instantly trapped, and a quiet voice in the back of her mind went into panicked overdrive. What if the pier burns down? How will we get out? She shook away the thoughts and focused instead on Tashi's father as he pointed out some of the details. “We thought it'd be more convincing if we had some toys, so there's a scratching post and a few balls... Isabelle!”
All eyes focused on the soft-timer. She was sat with one of the rubber balls in her paws, maw locked tightly on it as though trying to tear it in half. She lowered it sheepishly, “I... just thought it'd look more realistic if we chewed it up a bit.”
The parents laughed at her, but it was good-natured in tone. “Well, if realism is what you're after then chew away! Just don't go swallowing any!”
“You just like chewing on balls!” Tashi hissed as the parents moved away.
Isabelle stuck out her tongue. “Yuppers! And we both know which balls you wish I had in my muzzle. Shame sea foxes don't go into heat this time of year, isn't it? I did check!” she added with a cheeky pulling of her tongue.
It didn't take long for Lusu to appear dressed in her house event uniform. Mr Hachi came with her. “Hello, my little Cubs!” the teacher announced warmly. “Now, what your plan for this little event?”
“We ask for donations,” Lusu answered, pointing to the little box under each of the info plaques. “We're also going to sell little bags of 'fox feed', which is just chunks of toast. We hope that people will enjoy seeing them fool around and be generous.”
Mr Hachi studied the cage thoughtfully, “You've certainly put effort into the display! Well, I wish you all good luck!”
In no time at all, the petting zoo began drawing in curious onlookers. Isabelle was especially active; as soon as she saw a pair of adults pause to speak to Lusu, the Aspatrian scampered up to the central pillar in the middle of the cage and scratched at the old carpet wrapped around it. This worked well to make her the centre of attention, and in turn drew the pair to studying the information displays.
“We should... act up, I guess?” Tashi whispered to Rilka. Unlike Isabelle, the Karrians weren't so eager to make fools of themselves.
Rilka glanced around and found one of the balls left for them. She reached for it, then remembered she was supposed to be 'feral' and awkwardly picked it up in her mouth. Crawling over to the curious adults, she reared up against the inner wall and made a puppy-like whimpering sound.
“Oh... do foxes like to play fetch?” the brown-scaled male asked Lusu.
The girl stepped forward smartly, “Sea foxes are very playful animals, sir! They normally wouldn't play with a Karrian, but sea foxes in the wild have been seen wrestling over sticks and food. They will often bring sticks or similar to another fox and play fight over it. It's a sign of trust, and a way to build friendships.”
The woman nodded, “Someone has done her homework!”
The male reached forward, closing his fingers around the ball in Rilka's snout. Unsure of how best to behave, she gave a little growl and pulled back as if to resist the grab, fighting for the ball. “She sounds awfully cross!”
Lusu once more took the role of teacher. “Growls aren't always signs of aggression, sir! In fact, if a sea fox is loud it probably means they are comfortable around you! If scared or threatened, sea foxes are quiet to avoid drawing attention.”
Rilka let the visitor win control of the ball, and he tossed it lightly toward the back of the cage. She turned and scampered after it on all fours, drawing chuckles from the watchers. Tashi, who had been paying attention to the same guides Lusu had used, jumped on the ball and curled protectively around it, playfully growling at Rilka as she crawled over and batting at her with a paw. The pair play-fought a little, but Rilka let him win.
“I think that was a winner!” Lusu giggled as the pair moved on. “I don't know what it earned us, but they definitely dropped some credits in the donation box!”
New punters appeared almost immediately, and the trio cycled through variations of their basic routine; bring a ball or rope to a guest and try to wrestle for it, scuffle gently with one another if no-one was paying you much attention, scratch and chew if in doubt. Rilka was left with the distinct impression that their knowledge of real sea foxes was being tested by the adults, who were quick to point out any behaviour that was even slightly inauthentic. Lusu's job was clearly harder than it first seemed, for it fell to her to come up with an acceptable answer on the fly!
Yet it was the younger audience that Isabelle seemed to be keeping an eye on. “I think he's going to make his move!” she whispered in a close pass by to Rilka. Sure enough, once the adults were safely elsewhere a twelve year old Voluntaras boy stepped closer. The grass-green Karrian studied the trio, though it was obvious his focus was primarily on the girls. “Lift your tail a little more, Rilka! And don't be shy about turning your back!”
The boy watched for a few moments, and through the side of her eye it was clear Isabelle's hunches were right. She turned away, presenting her rear with tail up high, and became the sole focus of his attention. Lusu was equally attentive. “Would you like to feed them, sir? Just a few credits for a bag! I think you'll enjoy it!”
“Uhh... sure,” the boy took the cheap paper bag and examined the contents.
“Just put a few in your palm and hold it in the cage. Keep your palm up and fingers straight. You can try calling one, or just see who's curious.”
Naturally, it was Isabelle who was 'curious'. She was on him almost immediately, sniffing around his outstretched claw before rearing up to look at the square of lightly toasted bread in his paw. She sniffed it, then carefully took it into her maw... and immediately licked his palm. The boy gave a little giggle as her tongue lapped his sensitive palm, then she twisted around to explore his fingers. A shy grin spread over the youth's snout as he twisted his palm and spread his fingers, giving Isabelle easier access. She took each finger into her muzzle in turn, licking and sucking them one by one until there was absolutely no crumbs left.
“I... I see the appeal,” he confessed, taking more toast and offering it. There was no need for foreplay this time; Isabelle skipped straight to sucking hungrily upon his fingers, coating each one in saliva and massaging it with her tongue until the boy's cheeks glowed, then she dropped back and crunched her feed.
“I bet that boy is sporting a massive stiffy now!” Rilka giggled to Tashi.
“He's not the only one!” the boy confessed, drawing Rilka's gaze to his half-mast member.

Isabelle's attentions left the youth scurrying away with his tail between his legs, kept company by an embarrassing bulge. Rilka had little time to relax, however, because to her surprise the boy soon returned with friends in tow. Isabelle's new favourite seemed eager to speak to Lusu, while his shorter, younger companion slunk around the cage to the back corner, placing himself behind Lusu and with his back to the sea. “Hey! Penny Girl!” he rasped, his eyes firmly on Rilka.
Rilka padded over on all fours, guessing by the boy's hungry expression what was expected of her. There was no pretence at all here; he put his paw in empty, expecting her to please on demand. Rilka steeled herself, closing her eyes as she closed her maw around his fingers and suckled upon them. To her credit, she knew well how to please a male – she'd been one herself just a few years ago – so it took only a few deft flicks of the tongue to draw a whimper from her new partner.
Daring to open one eye a fraction, Rilka noted the boy's free paw was down by his crotch. She cursed inwardly, then hastily tried to reframe their interaction; this wasn't some boy getting off at her expense, but a youth she was manipulating! Yes, this was her idea! She was in control! She'd suckle on his fingers, teasing the sensitive digits and massaging the delicate flesh between each one with slow, loving passes of her warm, wet tongue. He would be putty in her maw, and then she'd milk the boy for all he had!
The deft, sensual actions of Rilka's tongue drew ever more desperate huffs from the boy. As her tongue slid from palm to index tip the boy pulled away, so sharply that Rilka's eyes snapped open just in time to see his features twist and contort. His right paw, wet with her saliva, flew down to crotch height as he shuddered, and it reappeared coated in warm, sticky spunk. Blushing, the boy offered the soiled paw to Rilka, and she allowed it to be returned to her maw for cleaning.
“That was amazing!” the boy huffed.
Rilka smiled, cradling his wet, sticky paw in her own. “It'll cost you,” she said, trying to sound calm and confident despite the hammering of her heart. “Feeding your spunk to a penitatas? You'd better donate if you want my silence!”
“I-I can give you twenty? How's that sound?”
“Like it's missing a zero,” Rilka replied, hoping he didn't notice the shake in her voice.
“But all I have is a hundred! Please! I-I promise I'll never-”
“That's fine, if it's all you have!” Rilka cut in swiftly. “Just put it in a box. I promise I'll not tell a soul!”
He nodded urgently, all the fun of the public spectacle robbed by Rilka's blackmail. She saw him pause only briefly to fumble at the donation box in front of her information panel before he outright fled. His friend followed soon after, though he cast a longing look back in Isabelle's direction.

The 'foxes' were given a little time to rest after that, but even their respite came with a certain amount of humiliation. Food and water bowls were set into a low shelf along the back wall, their height chosen so that the humanoid occupants could comfortably eat and drink on all fours. The bowls being secured also removed the problem of wrestling with the containers, though Rilka waited until they had some privacy before drinking. Time was easing off her fears and anxieties, and she even let herself indulge in a little bit of play; a simple game of catch, which became more 'feral' when there was an audience, helped to keep boredom at bay.
Unfortunately, as lunchtime drew near the crowds returned. Adults and non-convict rejuves alike strolled over carrying food items; the scent of burgers, hot-dogs, battered fish, cheezy chips and other treats assaulted the captive trio, while the slurping of drinks and the lapping of ice-creams was further reminder of what they, as penitatas, were so often denied.
Rilka's parents made another appearance, both happily munching on candy-floss in a way that seemed designed to tease her. “Is our little fox doing alright?” Shon asked, to which Rilka gave a slow nod. The pair flashed her a smile each and turned to watch the other two occupants, which left her unattended. She had only a tiny window of opportunity, for she knew the 'boys under the pier' would be back soon. Rilka crawled up behind Lusu and began to whine, loudly and urgently. The guide-girl turned, noting her friends anxious expression, and hastily moved toward the back of the cage.
“What's wrong, Lusu?” Liki asked as the girl hurried past.
Lusu paused, “Oh, Rilka needs to be let out.”
Liki shifted focus, leaning down and beckoning Rilka over. “Is everything okay, cream-cake?”
“I need to go to the bathroom!” Rilka whispered.
The girl's stomach twisted as she saw her mother's smile. “Foxes don't use bathrooms, little miss! They cock their leg and tinkle!”
A look of horror spread over Rilka's snout. “Momma!”
“And they don't talk either!” she added sharply. “You brought this on yourselves! You wanted to be sea foxes, and you are being marked on your conduct. Lusu will get in trouble if she doesn't know her 'animals' inside and out, and you'll get in trouble for not being animals! So no, Rilka, none of you are leaving that cage no matter what. And foxes don't try to have a sneaky tinkle in the corner, either; they cock their legs where everyone can see.”
Rilka was on the verge of crying as she slunk away from her parents. The other two 'foxes' cast worried glances over to Rilka, but quickly turned their attention back to the people currently fussing them. The frightened little penitatas considered her options; the idea of crawling around on wet straw didn't sound fun at all, but not acting the part now risked not only letting down the house, but potentially earning the wrath of her parents! Shyly, she looked around at the gathering, hoping they might start thinning out and she could lift her leg with some semblance of privacy, but if anything the audience was growing bigger. She then caught sight of her father, calmly whispering into another family's earslits and nodding towards her. “No!” she whimpered under her breath, realising her parents were encouraging people to stay! The final dagger in the back came from the dreaded shape that drew closer; the pale, heartless shape of Mister Titus.
Isabelle had perhaps guessed what was going on from the whispering, and hurried over as quickly as she could. The girl nuzzled up to Rilka so she could whisper, “sooner it's done, sooner it's over.”
The words did nothing to help. Rilka's snout dropped low as she whimpered out a tear. Isabelle subtly stroked her paw. “Hey... I'll run some cover, okay? Just lift your leg against the scratching post and let it go. Trust me, nobody will stare for long.”
Isabelle gave her space, and left the girl to it. All eyes were on her despite the Aspatrian's assurances as she crawled up to the post and timidly lifted a leg. She scrunched her eyes shut tight, trying to blot out the world and relax enough to go. It didn't help that she could hear people moving and talking; no doubt finding the best possible view of what was to come next.
With a quiet, shame-filled whimper, Rilka felt the pressure building. Anxiety made the release awkward, her whole body tensing as she heard the wet patter of urine hit the carpet on the pole. She could hear the reaction to her little squirt; some laughing, some cheering it on. A tear slipped down her cheek as she relaxed again and let it all out.
In full view of the world, Rilka's stream pattered against the pole, leaving a damp arch across the dark red fabric as pressure and force built. Her aim had been a little off, causing much of her pee to miss and scatter over the bedding of the cage floor. Hearing the change in sound, Rilka twisted her hips a little, wanting to spare her cage-mates the discomfort of crawling in her wet. Even so, she left a good sized damp patch at the base of the pole when she finished, and as soon as the stream turned to a trickle she shuffled away to the corner of the cage. Humiliated to the point of tears, Rilka curled up against the back wall and sobbed, barely registering Lusu's attempts to sooth her. The smattering of mocking applause made the whole ordeal that much worse.
“It's not so bad, cream-cake,” Liki's voice drifted down from above. “Look!”
Rilka opened her eyes and saw her mother's pointing claw. She followed the thrusting digit and saw Isabelle sniffing around, playing the feral part all too well. Rilka's jaw fell open as the Aspatrian's nose skimmed over the wet patch Rilka had left behind, then probed up the poll. A shocked squeak slipped from the Karrian girl's lips as Isabelle's tongue darted out, lapping the damp fabric. She licked a few more times, drawing murmurs from the crowd, before shuffling around and cocking her own leg to add to the 'scent marks' Rilka had left there. The two girls locked eyes, both blushing, and both with a smile now on their faces; Isabelle had certainly made the crowd forget about Rilka!
The two females sat together after their shared humiliation, though Rilka suspected Isabelle had quite enjoyed herself. “Don't you feel at all ashamed?” Rilka asked her in as low a tone as she could manage.
“I ran out of shame in my third cycle,” Isabelle answered with a smirk. “Get your fun where you can, Rilka!”

The 'fun' was over for many of the viewers, with many departing and leaving an audience consisting of their parents, Titus, and a sole medicalos girl. “Is the boy going to tinkle as well?” she asked, and Tashi dutifully cocked and 'marked' as the girls had. His own efforts were foiled by his erection, brought on by the showing from both girls, and to the audible delight of the medicalos girl he wet his own scale more than the post.
“Maybe your friends will clean you up!” the girl called, and both Rilka and Isabelle knew that was not a suggestion. Medicalos were rejuves of unhappy circumstance, and making their new childhoods as fun as possible was the duty of all. Tashi rolled onto his back, his face red with embarrassment and a quiet “sorry!” on his lips as the girls knelt down and got to work.
Rilka's snout scrunched in disgust at the bitter taste of the boy's warm piss, but no matter how much she retched her tongue had to keep working. With alternating licks, the two girls cleaned Tashi's chest and moved down his stomach, each tickling stroke of their tongues making his cock harden ever more. Rilka shifted her focus to his boyhood, daring to pull his foreskin back a little to clean beneath. Her attentions drew a shameful gasp from Tashi, who was clearly struggling to keep still and quiet during his 'bath'. When both girls pulled away, the male was left fully engorged and needy, much to the amusement and delight of their young patron.
Tashi's father stepped over to join the medicalos girl. “Do you know how things work with penitatas here? Things concerning that kind of 'play time'?”
“I know I'm not supposed to play with them without permission, sir,” the medicalos girl replied, being extra proper as she feared she may have taken things too far.
“That's right. Penitatas can only have fun with our permission. I suspect that little boy would very much like to play, as it's been a whole month since he was last allowed to do so. Being all hard like that is probably quite stressful for him right now, seeing as he won't be allowed to squirt any of that fox seed any time soon!”
The girl blushed at the comment, turning her attention to Tashi. “Sorry!” she squeaked.
“No need to apologise, young lady,” Titus replied. “Being uncomfortable is part of their lives. They earned it through their deeds.”
“In fact, I want you two girls to keep him rigid! A whole day being teased and pent up is just what that boy needs! So, Rilka, Isabelle, give him a good 'cleaning' nice and often.”
Titus let out a low chuckle. “If any teacher sees that boy even slightly soft, all three of you will be in my office to answer for it. You clearly wanted to have fun today, so you will have fun!”
The threats were anything but 'fun' for Tashi, but Isabelle was certainly not going to risk it. She slipped her muzzle down low and lapped at his tip, making sure he stayed fully rigid.

The rest of their day was spent tormenting Tashi. Titus clearly spread the word, for it seemed there was always a teacher or parent volunteer watching the cage, and demanding regular leg-lifts to prove the boy was hard as ordered. This, it turned out, did wonders for their donations; young and old alike enjoyed the sight of Rilka and Isabelle teasing their unfortunate male friend, whose whines and whimpers grew ever more desperate as the day wore on. The boy's soft, pink tip reddened under the hours of on-and-off attention, until his mewlings were more pained than desperate.
By the afternoon, the event was brought to an end. They had been given chunks of cold hot-dog meat to eat, which helped remove Tashi's 'flavour' from Rilka's muzzle; she'd been forced to lick him clean a second time before the end of the show.
“Oh, you poor thing!” Tashi's father cooed as he peered through the bars to examine the boy's pulsing member. “I bet one good stroke would be all it takes to give you relief.”
“Yes!” he squeaked, shivering despite the warm weather. “P-please, dad! Please let me finish!”
The man's eyes turned to Rilka's parents. “What do you think?”
Tashi's squeal suggested that one wouldn't be enough. Shon knelt down and gave Rilka's head a soft pat.
“Well now... foxes don't talk, do they? But I'm sure a fox girl knows how to tell a boy what her interests are.” Rilka blushed at the comment, turning her eyes up to study her father's grin. In a low whisper he added, “Don't worry, you won't get in trouble.”
Rilka crawled over to Tashi, turned, and raised her tail. As Tashi hurried to mount her, his father's voice called out, “You only have permission if you can finish in one thrust!”
The boy froze in terror, but Isabelle came to his aid. Carefully lapping at his swollen, aching length,  she teased him with her tongue until long strands of precum began to drip down into the shavings below. Then, with great care, she used her muzzle to steer his twitching length into position. His aching tip found Rilka's moistened entrance, and with Isabelle's tongue helping him along he gave one good thrust.
Rilka felt the boy burst inside her. Warm, sticky fluids filled her insides, sending a pleasant shiver down her spine. Despite how public the event was, she found a certain dirty pleasure in the act; her own orgasms were so few and far between, and the conditions of this one so harsh, that Tashi's successful climax felt like she'd help cheat the system.

With that last performance over, all three were helped out of their cage and made decent enough to travel. Shoes, socks and dressing gowns were the order of the day, and all three bid each other a bashful farewell as they were led away. “I think you did quite well,” Shon said pleasantly. “It certainly seemed like your little performance drew in a lot of credits!”
“In fact, we made a sizeable donation ourselves – for a private performance!” Liki added with a wink.
They took a hovercar home, though not before the little sea fox was given an unexpected treat. Shon bought her a hotdog with all the trimmings, while Liki offered up a big, fizzy drink. The penitatas didn't suspect any ulterior motives for this until they got home, whereupon Liki was blatant in her orders; “down on all fours, little fox! You're going to scamper about the living room until we decide you can be a Karrian again!”
“If we catch you lifting a leg, we will put blisters on your bottom, fox or no!” Shon warned forcefully, and then to make things worse he brought in a bowl of water from the kitchen. It turned out Rilka wasn't going to be doing much 'scampering' at all, for her parents seemed determined to force-feed her water almost non-stop!
The drinks took their toll. It wasn't long at all before Rilka was approaching her parents with little whimpers and crossed legs, but all they did was straighten her costume ears and tickle under her chin. As yet more water was forced upon her, Rilka dared to beg, “Please-” but was cut short instantly.
“Another word out of you and it'll be tail straps before bed for a week!” the harshness of her mother caught her totally flat-footed, and tears began to roll down her cheeks. She really, really had to go!
It was another fifteen minutes of forced drinking and desperation before any kind of mercy was offered. Liki held her snout and asked softly, “whimper if you're about to wet yourself.”
Naturally, Rilka whimpered as if her life depended on it. Clearly overjoyed by this, Liki went to the kitchen and returned with a dog collar and leash, which she affixed to Rilka. No! Please don't make me pee outside! Rilka thought, but instead she was pulled upstairs to her bedroom. She hoped this was the end of it, that at last she'd be allowed to be Karrian again, but instead she was tugged over to her bed.
“Up you get!” Liki called. The girl obeyed, crying openly, and Liki softly hushed her. “Oh dear! It's okay, cream-cake! You don't have to worry about a thing! Just sit on your bed with your legs apart!”
Shon settled on the bed behind her, wrapping his strong arms around the girl and placing his snout on her shoulder. “Not a word now,” he whispered. “Little foxes don't speak.”
Rilka watched her mother kneel down between her legs. Her thighs were spread further apart, and the girl was lifted to shuffle her forward to the very edge of the bed. Satisfied, Liki began to lap at her Penny daughter's slit in long, teasing laps.
A pained whine slipped from Rilka's lips at the sensation. She was already bursting, and having her privates teased was making it a thousand times worse! She opened her mouth to beg for mercy, but Shon's claw clamped it shut. “Hush now,” he whispered into her ear slit. “Don't fight this.”
The girl whined into her father's paw, tears trickling down her cheeks as her mother licked away. It was all too much for her, and with a terrified huff her bladder began to empty. As soon as the urine splashed on Liki's tongue she leaned into it, lips forming a seal over Rilka's slit to catch every last drop. The girl could only watch in horror, convinced that she was going to suffer the worst spanking of her life for that! But as soon as her pissing ceased, Liki's tongue resumed its work; slow, forceful lapping that showed no signs of stopping.
“You must be filthy down there to need so thorough a cleaning,” Shon purred into his helpless daughter's ear. “I can tell by your huffing that you're getting close. Imagine how awful it would be if she stopped now...”
Rilka scrunched her eyes closed, pleading for mercy through whines and whimpers as her mother's tongue continued its torturous motions. Slow and deliberate, with no heed paid to how Rilka clenched or twitched.
“I can still taste the spunk in there,” Liki paused to say in a low, teasing voice. “Make a sound Rilka, any sound, and this ends. You'll get a bath, and you can be a little girl again. Stay silent, and I keep licking.”
Shon blew gently against her ear slit, making her shiver. “If you come, you'll stay a fox all weekend. That means no clothes, no talking, and you go tinkle in the street.”
Rilka let her eyes slide closed. It's worth it! she told herself.
The tonguing resumed, slow and loving. Held so tight she could barely squirm, the threshold for mercy clearly passed once the licking resumed; no matter how much she whimpered and wriggled, the slow, cruel pace of her mother's tongue never changed. Like a slow drip, her arousal grew, more hungry and urgent with every caress. For half an hour she was tortured, edged closer and closer to orgasm without ever being allowed to finish until she was thrashing desperately in her father's arms, humping against each stroke of the tongue in a desperate attempt to get just a little more sensation.
Suddenly, Liki thrust her tongue deep into Rilka's cunny. The girl shrieked into her father's paw as the long built orgasm hit. Shameful juices squirted across her mother's snout as her young body shook from the force of the release. She fell limp, her mother pulling away slowly and gently, leaving the girl seemingly paralysed in her father's grip. “Good little fox,” Liki whispered.

The bedroom was silent. Talek's breathing came out in long, satisfied huffs. His right paw was clenched firmly around his member, spunk drying on his speckled stomach. Rilka sat opposite, blushing deeply, a bead of feminine fluids glistening at the base of her entrance as she basked in the unexpected show her 'brother' had put on for her. “I told you that you'd want your pants off!” she giggled.
The door to the bedroom sighed open. Both rejuves turned to see their parents stood in the doorway, and a shiver of fear ran down the boy's spine. “H-how long have you been there?” he asked.
“Since the leg cocking,” Shon replied, eyes fixed on the boy's crotch. “I don't remember saying you were allowed to masturbate.”
“Sorry!” the boy blurted out, trying to burrow himself deeper into the beanbag chair.
Liki shook her head and sighed. “Well, these things happen. Come on downstairs, both of you, and we'll all have a quick chat about keeping our paws to ourselves.”
“You can have your dinner first though,” Shon added.
“Oh, obviously they can eat first!” Liki said in agreement. Both rejuves felt a flutter of relief, which died in an instant when he turned to them and added, “I'll need time to cut the ginger!”