Sitter Shenanigans

This erotic story features anthropomorphic (furry) characters, intelligent humanoid beings with both animal and human characteristics.

"Sitter Shenanigans"

SHORT STORY

Eliza Glennard sat in silence, wearing a judgmental scowl. Her arms were crossed and her sandalled foot bobbed with an irritable cadence. She was in no mood for this...

Opposite the well-groomed, prim and proper anthropomorphic cougar was a twentysomething bunny, dressed in

very short

shorts and a light blue blouse. The prey specie squirmed under the cougar's glowering gaze.

"Mrs. Glennard...I..."

"Silence!" barked the big cat. The bobbing of her foot-paw sped up and her arms clenched tighter 'round her ample chest. Her businesslike attire leant her a veneer of professional dignity and hid the raw fury she felt at this very moment -- directed at the lapine of loose morals sitting before her.

"I--"

"Didn't you listen to what I just said!?" snarled Eliza. The bunny girl shrank away, burying herself in the sofa and its empty promise of comfort.

The source of the issue lay on the coffee table between them: a small white plastic stick. No, more than that -- a pregnancy test. And on its little display were the requisite markings to show that this rabbit was with child.

Eliza looked down at the item in question. She was wound tight like a spring, ready to suddenly uncoil and release her wrath upon the hapless rabbit for presenting such a sordid talisman.

"You know what this means, don't you Ms. Cherryfoot?"

The bunny's ears perked up at the mention of her name, but soon fell as she parsed the rest of the sentence. Her gaze drifted from the scowling older woman, trying to find anything to distract her.

"I cannot abide a harlot in this house."

"But Mrs. Glennard," the frightened girl protested.

"No buts! Your employment with my household ends right now. Your services are no longer required."

Tears formed in the bunny's eyes. A wet sniff followed their sudden appearance as the young Ms. Cherryfoot steadied herself. She glanced at the cougar-woman, who continued to hold her in contempt.

Then, Eliza stood up and walked across the room. Over to a drawer. Her black knee-length skirt swayed however little it could when pitted 'gainst the thick, muscular legs of an apex predator flexing beneath. With her solid, shapely back to the rabbit she pulled open the drawer with a harsh crack and withdrew a package. Returning to her sofa she tossed it to the rabbit girl.

"This is your severance for the week you've already worked. Enough to keep you from making a fuss and taking care of the little whelp, however you decide to." Her voice was cold. Uncaring.

Bitter?

There were mixed tones there that only a skilled psychiatrist could decipher correctly.

Ms. Cherryfoot held up the package and stammered: "th-th-thank you! You w-won't hear from me again. I promise!"

"I'll hold you to that, whore," growled her former employer. She gestured to the positive pregnancy test. "Now take that thing with you when you go!"

The rabbit snatched the test from the coffee table and beat a hasty retreat from the house. The patter of timid paws grew quieter and quieter until the slamming of the front door brought a veil of silence over the whole house. Eliza sighed and rubbed her brow. Anger continued to well up inside her. She spent a moment controlling her breathing and letting herself calm before rising to her feet and brushing her skirt.

"

Hmmpf,

" she said to herself, "one half of the problem dealt with..."

* * *

"YOUNG MAN WHAT HAVE I TOLD YOU ABOUT FOOLING AROUND WITH YOUR BABYSITTERS!?"

The door to Teddy's room exploded with all the force his foul-tempered mother could muster. It swung wide and slammed against the wall, shaking every picture-frame and poster-mounting in her son's room. Teddy himself leapt out of his desk chair with the fright of her entrance and turned to see Eliza looming over him, her figure tall and imposing. Immediately the teenage cougar cowed back down and fell into his chair.

His eyes were fixed to the floor. Slowly, carefully, he looked up. Maybe, he thought, he was just imagining this and his overbearing mother wasn't here. Maybe he was having a nightmare. Maybe she hadn't caught him and the pretty Ms. Cherryfoot together earlier...she was so soft and nice...

Scanning the carpet, Teddy's eyes ruefully fell upon evidence to the contrary. There was no mistaking his mom's favourite pair of sandals she wore around the house, nor the oh-so-obvious broad white-furred paws wearing them.

Shit.

He looked up some more. Strong, sturdy ankles. Yep, still his mother's...

Shins...knees...that jet-black business skirt she always wore on weekdays...the buttoned-up blazer with white collared shirt underneath...the shoulder pads that screamed 'power' and 'ruthlessness' in the boardroom...

Teddy gazed the rest of the way up to his mother's face. He stopped and saw her enraged expression, doing his best puppy-dog (or kitty-cat) eyes to try and dissuade her from yet another scolding.

He failed. Miserably.

"Well? What have you got to say for yourself mister?"

"M-mom! It's not my fault -- the first night we were watching a movie and it was cold and I asked if I could snuggle next to her and then I felt really hot and wanted to hug her and--"

A deep growl rang out, filling the room.

"--then we snuggled and then--"

His mother's face contorted into a mask of pure disdain. She could only take so much of her son's blubbering excuses before she'd snap.

"Enough!" Eliza swore under her breath. This lad would be the death of her. "What is it you see in those shameless skanks huh? What sort of behaviour do you think this is?"

"They're not 'skanks'!" he protested. "They're...nice...they're kind..."

"

Hmmpf!

I simply do not believe a word of that. And you -- giving into their wicked wiles! Theodore H. Glennard, what would your father think?"

That last remark stung. It's not like Teddy's father was around most of the time. Big business always came first to his parents; and he was

not

a close second. His mother was present at home, his father having long given her the final say on child-rearing, but even then she was often distant. Mean. A strong will wasn't always a good thing...

"Dad's not here so I don't know, now do I? Besides, why do I even have sitters? I'm eighteen! I'm way too old to need--"

"They are for your benefit, young man. To supervise you and make sure you stay out of trouble!"

Fat lot of good they've done so far,

she thought. "And ensure you are raised with proper manners and respect!"

Of course that only works when you don't fuck them!

She breathed. Frustration mounted as she tried to get through to her boneheaded teenage son.

"That's the ninth one you've put a cub in," continued Eliza, "heaven forbid we didn't have the money to keep these girls quiet. The Glennard name means something in this town, and the last thing anyone in this family needs is for it to fall into disrepute. All because you can't keep it in your pants!"

"I thought they were

skanks

working their

wicked wiles

on me?" Teddy shot back.

Eliza paused. He had a point. She'd been harping on the sitters being the problem when she barged in and now had switched the target of her ire to her son. "I..." she began, but trailed off as Teddy huffed; defiance burning in his eyes.

"Okay, Teddy. Let's slow things down a little." The cougar shifted to a more motherly approach, seeking to soothe the tension between them. Her scowl faded, her voice became less snippy, and she took several gentle steps forward and sat on her son's bed -- the whole thing creaking and straining at her bulk. "I stand by what I said but it's also clear to me that you cannot control your impulses."

"I'm sorry mom -- I'll do better..."

"You should. You shall." Eliza stood up and turned away from him. "Because, instead of knocking up a tenth, I'll be taking over."

"Huh?" Teddy looked gormless as his domineering mom struck an unconscious power-pose: hands planted firmly on her hips.

"The help have been no use in this town! It's only thanks to mine and your father's fortune that this hasn't escalated into a regional scandal."

Think about it -- the headlines! 'Local Rich Dick Sticks Prick In Every Sitter's Snatch, Knocks Up Batch, What A Deadbeat Catch!' Ooh the Tuskehannah Observer would love to print something like that! They've been out to get dirt on us for years...

"Mom?"

...or the Wasketchewann Daily Post! 'Teddy G. Takes Innocent Virgins To Beddy, Starts Families Before They're Reddy!' So many enemies in the press...so many libellous snakes...willing to do and say anything...

"Mom!"

Eliza snapped out of her day-dreaming, and all thoughts of tabloid journalism fled from her mind. She looked at her son, putting on his best 'woe-is-me' look.

Trying a sympathy play, eh?

"Tough luck son. From now on whenever you need minding and careful supervision I'll be the one to do it. No matter how much time I need to take off work to be here I will. That is set in stone!"

"But--"

"No 'ifs' and 'buts' young man! There'll be no more fooling around with skanks on my watch."

Eliza stormed out of her son's room with the confidence of a contract signed in blood. No longer would Teddy get to play the naïve teenage

Lothario

; no, she would keep her wayward son on the straight and narrow. Behind her, Teddy slumped in his chair, despondent at the scolding he'd received and the revelation that no more cute and funny and kind girls his age would be coming over to spend time with him.

* * *

"Yes that's right. For as long as it takes. Yes, I understand the financials, but my family's needs come first. Yes...we should have a good quarter thanks to my stewardship...you shouldn't need any

babysitting

now should you? Good. Agreed. Oh and Alice?"

"Yes Mrs. Glennard?" came the muffled reply from the smartphone.

"If you call me for anything less than a top-level all-hands-on-deck crisis-class-four emergency, I'll have you out on your ass and begging on the streets before you can even get one word of apology out of your mouth. Got it? I am

not

to be disturbed for anything other than the end of the world!"

"..."

Eliza waited for the shock of her stern orders to die down and the facts to settle in to her Personal Assistant's skull.

"Yes Mrs. Glennard," came the whisper-like reply. Before her hapless PA could even give a polite 'goodbye' Eliza tapped

End Call

and callously dropped the phone on the table with a clatter.

"Right," declared the cougar-woman, her voice rattling with a deep purr, "to business."

* * *

The sleek black sedan pulled in outside the Glennard household and came to a complete stop. The chauffeur stepped out of the car and opened the rear passenger door to let Teddy exit. The teen was wearing his private school uniform (damn thing chafed like hell -- why that preppy asshole factory made all the kids wear them he'd never know) and carried his school-bag slung over one shoulder. He gave stilted thanks to his family chauffeur and walked up to the house.

* * *

"Mom? Are you home?"

The front door creaked open. Teddy wandered in, dropping his bag in the hall. Maybe she was out? Teddy hoped so; if he had the house to himself he had space to unwind. During weekdays this was normally the time he'd meet his new sitter -- exchange pleasantries and wow her with how polite and well-spoken he was for a teenage male of a hot-blooded predator species (not usually known for the best impulse control -- ironic). Then they would make a sandwich or have some other kind of snack before dinner (not telling his mom, or so the sitter would always promise with a conspiratorial smirk). Then...

"Yes! I'm upstairs. Will be down shortly!"

Damn,

thought Teddy,

there goes my quiet time before the Demon Queen herself arrives.

Leaving such rude remarks about his mother in his head (where they shall always remain for fear of punishment) the young male proceeded to the kitchen and fixed himself an apple to peel and eat.

Eliza came downstairs a second later, and saw her son in his sharp uniform and felt a note of pride -- there was the man she had spent over a decade-and-a-half raising! Cutting a fine figure, and with none of the attitude. Her perfect vision of him lasted only until he turned around and shattered it by rolling his eyes at her and her appearance:

Teddy's mother sported blue leggings that clung tight to her athletic limbs, a cream short-sleeve t-shirt that barely hid the grey outline of a heavy-duty sports bra underneath, and a pale pink headband that did little to prevent perspiration dripping down her feline face but sure looked like something an exercising MILF ought to wear. She was a parody of those Eighties workout video presenters, and his attitude made it clear to her that he felt second-hand embarrassment at her appearance.

"Seriously?"

"What?" asked Eliza, "I was doing my workout. I took time off to be here, I might as well make the most of it while you're off at school."

Teddy groaned and looked away.

At least no-one's around to see this,

he thought. For a second his eyes were drawn to her figure, and his conscious mind overlooked the fact she was his mom...in that sliver of time he felt differently, before recognition returned and the bitter taste of 'cringe' with it.

"Mooom!" he groaned and shuffled away.

Unimpressed with her son's attitude Eliza strode after him. "Listen mister!" Teddy was blocked from proceeding by his mother's bulk and the young man found himself bumping face-first into sternly-crossed arms. Tensed as they were they felt like solid branches as his snout mashed against matronly muscle. "Ughnf!"

"As long as I'm running things here you'll show some respect! Is this how you treat your sitters. hmm? Give 'em the cold shoulder until they put out? Huh?"

"Ew! Mom!"

"Don't you 'ew' me Teddy," barked the cougar female. "I had to walk in on you and Ms. Cherryfoot locked together in unsightly, unseemly union. Believe me, I should be the one saying 'ew'!" She moved away from him and toward the door.

"Now," continued Eliza, "quit giving me grief over my gym clothes and start your homework young man."

"But it's only five o'clock."

"And? You also tardy with schoolwork when a sitter's around? Well it's just me now so you'll do as you're told. Homework. Now. Then you can relax. I'll have dinner ready by six-thirty. Seven at the latest."

With that Eliza waltzed off to resume her exercise regimen, shooting one last warning to her son as they parted: "and I'll be back to check soon, so get started."

* * *

The rest of the first day passed without incident. Teddy dutifully completed his homework and didn't give any further sass to his mom. He also -- at her commanding -- did his chores around the house with zero complaint. There was a noticeable difference in the house afterwards, something Eliza observed as the result of her son actually bothering to put the work in for her. Not like what those harlots she had the misfortune of hiring let him get away with! Why...he must have done nothing but fuck them instead of keep their expansive (and expensive) house tidy.

Discipline,

she thought,

that's the key. That's what my boy needs and what those girls sorely lacked.

Day two went by without a hitch as well. Teddy came home from school, did his homework and his chores, ate his dinner, thanked his mom for the home-cooked meal, and retired to his room. Eliza had gotten a good workout in -- finishing just before her son came home -- and much to her surprise versus the low expectation she held of her assistant Alice she hadn't received a single call from work. One check-in late in the evening with her PA (that scared the shit out of the poor woman) confirmed nothing had gone awry. Eliza felt a welcome sting of pride as she went to bed that night. She had a handle on things -- a firm handle.

Time passed and the day ticked over to Wednesday. The third since she'd taken over from her son's sitters. She was currently doing squats to the tune of a synth-pop beat in her studio -- a large room in the house beside the master bedroom that she'd repurposed long ago into a workout area, completed with treadmills and other home gym equipment. The cougar was proud of her figure. All of her species tended to be big and strong but it took work to pack on the sheer muscle she loved carrying around. It meant that no-one messed with her, in the office or at home. No upstart lackey at her company was going to take her on, not without wetting themselves at the thought of facing the biggest

baddest

boss bitch in town. Nor was she letting her son give her any lip! No more excuses, no more walking in on him balls deep in some sitter's snatch -- he'd behave himself or else!

"Fifty!" she groaned as the beat thrummed throughout the room. Her leggings stretched as her thighs and calves bunched tight with each squat. "Fifty-one!" Her tail brushed and dragged across the exercise mat beneath her. "Fifty-two!"

RRRRIIIIIPPPPP!!!

Her current pair of leggings had, after much torment, given up. The straining fabric covering her backside burst open, revealing her bare ass and mature pussy. No underwear. Not when exercising. She liked the feel of nothing between her outfit and her sweaty body. Right now, however, she had been graced by another feeling: that of the sudden and unexpected destruction of said outfit.

Eliza settled into her last squat position and sighed.

"I think that's enough for now."

The cougar's white fur spilled out of the tear, save for pink lips of her womanhood meeting the outside air. She caught her breath and put her hands on her knees, building strength before she could stand up.

Holding this position continued to put pressure on the leggings and the tear widened until the thighs themselves split -- shredding the poor clothes. Eliza harrumphed. What a sight she must be! Her big foot-paws pressed down on the exercise mat and with all her weary might she pushed herself up.

"Fifty...three..."

Now upright she took a look at the torn leggings and inspected the damage. This was no slight tear -- she'd blown out the whole thing. They looked more like a set of rags tied around her legs than functional clothes. The cougar huffed and stripped them off, tossing them in the bin. Nobody except her was home, so she could afford a moment of indecency.

Eliza took off the rest of her workout clothes and grabbed a quick shower. Afterwards she donned a new outfit: sweatpants and a loose-fitting top -- this time with panties and a less-sporty bra. It was around this time she heard the click of the front door-latch and the familiar sound of her son's call:

"Hey mom -- I'm home!"

Eliza checked her outfit for potential indecent exposure and seeing that everything was covered that needed to be, headed downstairs for another day of setting her son on the straight and narrow.

* * *

"You sure you did it all?"

"Yes mom." Teddy looked annoyed as his mother questioned his diligence. "I got all my homework done early. Just like you said to."

Eliza hovered over the young man, scanning for signs of falsehood. She found none. A pleased mother let her son know he could retire for the evening. "Dinner's almost ready," she reminded him.

The teen nodded and went to his room. Eliza left the table where his schoolbooks lay and checked how her steaks were doing. To the predator's keen sense of smell the sizzling meat felt like a drug -- stirring ancient feelings of hunting and devouring prey in the wilderness. She revelled in the fantasy, her mind wandering...