"The small lynx quickly made her way through the airport terminal, not pressed for time but certainly eager to be off and away to somewhere she'd be appreciated. She was tired of being treated like a kid, despite only being nine years old. She was smarter and more experienced than her peers, could keep her own around adults and the adult-world, but society kept trying to program her to be an impressionable, helpless, cute little girl, something that she would never be. As tough as she tried to be though, she was a skilled manipulator, and knew playing the 'cute' card was probably the best way to convince security to let her travel on her own.

This wasn't the first time she tried to run away, but those times she hadn't gone far from home, and in turn she was usually quickly caught, and returned home. This time if she shot further though, and really broke away from it all, maybe she'd find the independence she truly desired. No matter her age, if she could prove she was independent, she would finally get respected like an adult.

As she arrived at the security checkpoint at her gate, her stomach began to churn a bit, the anxiety building. Not only was this her most bold attempt at running away, it was also her first time flying, and the plane looked huge through the windows. That and the security guard was being particularly pushy. He was a male cougar, but all tan furred with no face markings, just the tail of a puma. His name tag said Patrick. He had a perpetual scowl and seemed to be rushed to keep ahead of the crowd. When he emptied an elderly rabbit's purse abruptly into a bin, she complained about the mess he was making. Patrick sarcastically excused himself as he used his baton to poke around the mess before using it to push it down the conveyor to be scanned. Amanda was next in line, and he looked at the lynx child with a deepening scowl.

“Is that your brat,” he asked flatly to the lady with the emptied purse. She only shook her head, then looked back at Amanda, who was the only other person in line.

“Do you even have a ticket, kid,” Patrick asked with a huff. Amanda gave him the ticket shyly.

“Amanda Scratch, eh? Where are your parents?”

“I . . . I'm traveling alone. My mother said it wouldn't be an issue.”

Before he could retort, his supervisor walked up and sighed, putting his hands in his pockets.

“Patrick, wasn't I doing you a favor getting you this job? Weren't you finally going to get your ass in gear and start working toward a career? I know this isn't much of a fucking job, but I had you lined up to get promoted quickly.” He slowly pulls out a bag of marijuana from his pocket. “But this shit man, I can't do anything about. We found it in your locker after Harry got busted selling to some of the other employees, and he directed our attention your way to avoid us reporting him to the police.”

Before he could continue, the rabbit in front of Amanda decided to chime in.

“And he has the worst customer service etiquette that I have ever seen. He just emptied my purse without any regard and hustled me off. I want to file a complaint.”

Patrick's boss was beginning to speak again as Patrick's temper rose to the boiling point.

“Really?! Fucking weed, Gerald?! Your baggage buddies smoke the shit on the job, and steal peoples' shit to-boot! You're coming down on me because you can't manage your own staff? Well fuck you!”

Gerald started going off on how he couldn't help that everyone in the airport was stoners. The elderly rabbit interrupted him and accused him of accusing the patrons of being stoners too, just to cause drama. The poor lynx girl didn't have a clue what to do now, any plans she had completely blown away by the drama shit storm she was slowly getting sucked into. While the other two were arguing with each other, Patrick looked down at the girl, obviously on her own, and decided if he was about to get fired, he might as well have some fun while he's at it. Other travelers were starting to show up to the gate to get on the plane, only to see the shouting match hindering their way as they stood off a distance. Patrick abruptly went over to Amanda and dragged her over to the inspection table as she tried to resist, unable to pull free of his strong grasp. He picked the tiny girl up quickly as he legs kicked and tossed her over the screening table on her belly, unfastening the belt on his pants as Amanda shouted for him to let her go as his supervisor, suddenly interrupted by Patrick's actions, asked what he was doing.

“What, me?” He unbuttoned his pants and fished his hardening penis out of his boxers, sticking the tip harshly against Amanda's pink thong-like underwear covered vagina, causing her to grit her teeth and hiss in surprise, inhaling sharply as her eyes widened in fear. “Like you said, Gerald, she might be a stoner. She even dresses like a punk. Need to do a cavity search and make sure she's not hiding anything.”

The rabbit and other travelers stared in shock, Gerald shouting out obscenities at Patrick as the cougar pulled the child's underwear to the side and pushed his precum dripping penis into the nine year old's vagina as she squealed out loud from being entered so suddenly. Everyone within the vicinity was watching Amanda grip the edge of the table, tears forming in her eyes as her back arched against the thick member slowly sinking into her trembling hips. With her short shirt exposing her midsection, those spectating could see the outline of Patrick's penis grow in her belly. Her feet desperately tried to find something to give her purchase, her struggles to get away futile as the cougar groaned while beginning to move his massive member in and out of her hips, her pretty pink vulva clinging to his cock. The outline showing in her stomach moved with his pumping thrusts, and with building speed it was visible to see Patrick's penis pounding against her sensitive cervix. With tears welling in her eyes, she reached back and put her hand on his chest as he leaned over her, attempting to mitigate the situation.

“Ugh! Ow! P-please! Just – back off a bit. I-if you let me enjoy it, I promise you'll enjoy it more too. Ahhh! Not so deep please?!”

Patrick hesitated a moment, slamming against her cervix and holding it there, making Amanda groan. He leaned even further forward, putting a hand under her chin and pulling her head back slightly.

“I've got the . . . feeling, that this isn't your first time.”

“It – it isn't, I know how to please men. See?” She willed her sore vagina to flutter around him, flexing the inner working of her hips and massaging his prick from the inside out, her vulva twitching but unable to do much more in its stretched state.

Feeling her quiver around him made his eye twitch, involuntarily giving her an inch of room, which she promptly took again, this time allowing him to come just shy of her cervix. She continued to roll her hips into his, managing to arch her back just a little more, seductively causing him to relish the pleasure, without having to work so hard for it. He thrust a little against her, but let her set the pace, and as the pain began to dissipate from her loins, indeed, she began to feel a twinge of pleasure, building greater as she slowly increased her thrusts against him.

The two moaning together, the sweet smacking sound of their sex, was the only sound in the terminal now, as those in the immediate area watched with mixed reactions, most with uncomfortable arousal. Amanda began to loosen up nicely, allowing her thighs to relax when she pushed against his thick penis, then flexing and clamping down on his cock as she pulled back, her wet vagina sucking at his maleness. He held himself a bit more upright, to give her more control and access, leaning heavily on his arms, braced against the table, teeth clenched in pleasure with a bit of drool forming on his lips. Amanda's eyes were closed now, an adorable expression of pleasure and solace, biting her bottom lip as she concentrated on their coupling, the tears slowly receding.

The taboo nature of their spontaneous rendezvous in such a public setting made each of their orgasms well up quicker than normal. Patrick knew his time was limited, both figuratively and literally, as he was already fired, and not wanting to push his luck too far with the now-complacent crowd. Amanda's orgasm hit suddenly though, her entire body suddenly quaking, expelling a little spittle through her clenched teeth as her shuddering sex also expelled a squirt of ejaculate onto the ground, her wet vulva nursing Patrick's penis into it's natural response. His anus and taint clenched almost painfully as the first wave of orgasmic release jetted through his cock and exploded into Amanda's depths. He wanted the next one to be deeper, and quickly but gently pressed against her cervix again, opening it ever so slightly as the next pulse of his velvet essence splashed into her undeveloped uterus, the child now collapsing on the table and writhing in pleasure as her orgasm reignited, prolonged from the dominant male's stimulation.

They stayed coupled for a minute, before Patrick slowly pulled out, Amanda sighing as her clit slowly drug over his slickened shaft. A modest stream of their combined fluids fell to the ground as the cougar's thick cock was released with a satisfying slurp, Amanda's hips finally falling hard to the table, her body now completely spent. Patrick also sighed, then suddenly shot a glare at his staring supervisor's dumb expression, startling the man and making him move around erratically, trying to find something to do but unable to break his mind away from what he had just witnessed. When Patrick finally tucked himself away, the smeared ejaculate on his pants allowing him little modesty, the supervisor finally gathered the courage to speak again, his thoughts still numbed, but just wanting to get on with his day and get back to some semblance of normality.

“Would . . . you mind taking her with you, after you collect your things. I really don't know what to say or do right now, but I really just want this done, now. She's obviously in no shape to fly anymore, and I'm afraid alerting the authorities would only make you more unstable. Just get out. Take the brat with you.”

“I'm not a brat,” Amanda said groggily as she slowly got off the table, readjusting her clothes but her legs still splattered with cum. “You're a fucking jerk, and maybe if you didn't treat people like shit, you wouldn't end up with so many assholes around you.”

Patrick sneered a bit, hardly caring about what his supervisor said right now and figuring it would be smarter to get out of town while the getting was good, without the child. But as he was leaving Amanda reached out and took his hand, making him stop abruptly, looking down at her with a slowly spreading smile. She almost smiled, but then looked away with a little shame, grimacing as she began to pull at his hand.

“God, you're such a pervert, but I need a place to stay tonight. Let's go. You rape me again though, and I'm going to make you regret it. Just remember who you're trusting with your junk now.”

Patrick couldn't help but laugh at the irony of it all as he followed her out of the terminal, Amanda slowly leaving droplets of their indiscretion behind them."