FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

I don't have too much to say on this one. Super happy to return to this series, always an absolute delight, heh. Like has become standard for me, I originally intended for it to go further, but it got too long. Ah well, just means I have more to write later!

As always, thank you for reading, and I hope you enjoy!

Proofread by SkyWing

Standard boiler plate: This is fantasy, not real. Simple rule of thumb, do not do things to people without their consent in real life. That is bad. No more to say there than that.

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Hello again to all my friends, neighbors, fans, and other individuals who simply enjoy hearing me talk about the stuff that I fuck! Got some bad news for you, sadly... I have a few more jokes to tell!

What's the difference between CBT and systems administration? One involves boot logging, the other involves log booting!

Like if a log is a yoo... yoopha... euphemism? 'Eu' makes a 'Yoo' sound? Then why the hell is Euler's constant... never mind. Like if a log is a euphemism for dick, and boot is like kicking! Or just like a dominatrix boot or something.

Y'know, I've never quite understood the whole CBT thing. I'm curious about it, absolutely, and if Filbert ever asks I'll be happy to try anything! Just doesn't make sense on paper, you know? In my experience, pain tends to hurt, and granted, it took me a while to figure out that things that hurt hurt, but... whatever, it's on the list, moving on.

What's the best way to reorganize your pornos? Using an insertion sort!

Well... assuming the pornos are already at least MOSTLY sorted, and not in reverse or anything... And I'm not even getting into the compare criteria! Whatever, gonna call that a success! Next!

How are zombie processes like zombie movies? They best way to destroy them is with a reboot!

Ha ha, oh Dee, I slay me!

Heh.

Alrighty, now that the usual merriment is out of the way, I have a bit of a question for you all. Or maybe it's just a casual observation? Something like that. Anyway, here it is: Are senses supposed to be completely... well... relative?

I don't mean person-to-person. I figured out the whole 'cilantro tastes good to Filbert but tastes like horrible burning hair-soap to me' thing a while ago. Good thing burritos are customizable, right?

I guess pain-into-pleasure could also apply here, but in this specific case, I'm referring to how a number of smells that - on paper - would be indescribably unpleasant, in the right context, become... Wait, I'll put it this way: I woke up spooning Filbert a few minutes ago, and here's what I'm smelling. His fur and headfur are all dirty and sweaty, he just reeks of pungent musk and dried cum, and I can even smell his morning breath from where I'm perched over his shoulder. Everything I know tells me I should be utterly repulsed, but you know what? I can't get enough!

*WHHHIIIIIIIFFFFFFF*

Oh my, yes. It smells like pure Filbert, raw, unadulterated sexy kangaroo, and it's just wonderful!

*WHHHIIIIIIIFFFFFFF*

I mean, there's a pretty strong scent of strawberry mixed in there (after I tried strawberries for the first time and discovered there's all kinds of strawberry-scented stuff out there, I kiiiiiiinda threw a little huge tantrum until he indulged me) so I might be a tad biased. Even so, everything about him is just...

*WHHHIIIIIIIFFFFFFF*

INTOXICATING!!! My sleeping roo, so sexy in every possible way, even if he doesn't know it.

Hey, does that contextual sensing thing work for other senses too? Like taste? Worth a shot!

*LIIIIIIIIIIIICK*

ECCCCCCCHHH!!! BLECH! PTHTHHHHB! PTHTHBT! BLEH! No, licking the back of his head didn't have the same effECCCCCH! Bleh, fur on my tongue, PTHBT! Get off! Dammit...

"...Dee... knock it off... trying to sleep..." Filbert mumbled, not even opening his eyes.

Okay, I can back off and let him sleep a bit more while I entertain myself. Mostly by checking him out, since my earpiece is on the nightstand and he's lying on top of my arm. He's still wearing a fair amount of his belly-dancer costume from last night, though it's mostly just golden toe rings and gossamer sleeves, leggings, and a veil at this point.

Oh, did I mention that he dressed up as a harem slave and danced for me last night? Because he did. And it was A-MAZE-ING.

I mean, from a technical standpoint he was pretty sloppy, bumping into stuff, stumbling over his own feet. Kangaroo feet are beautiful and all, but aren't really meant to be graceful like my squirrely appendages! Still, in that see-through get-up, his cage clearly visible through his thong, a goofy, blushing grin plastered on his face as he swayed his body about, those little flaws were barely even registered. And now, left gently snoring while wearing the remnants of his costume, he looks no less perfect than he did last night.

Actually, if anything he looks even better, since he's still handcuffed, keeping his wrists pulled in toward his chest, while his ankles are similarly still cuffed together. Those additional bindings didn't happen until after the dance, obviously, but I left him that way overnight.

On purpose, I assure you! I noticed over the past week that he actually seems to sleep better tied up a bit. Kinda weird, right? Well I don't care! I'm not complaining, it's hot as hell! And if being tied up and cuddled by a big, buff squirrel helps with his insomnia, all the better!

...

What? Oh, yes, it's been about a week since my last update. A little less, actually. It's been one big blur! EXCUUUUUUSE ME for losing track!

...

How did we spend the week? Well, during the days we adventured around the city, exploring more and more of the physical world, nothing too interesting. It was pretty neat getting to see a few movies in an actual theater! I will say that the "hole in a bucket of popcorn trick I read about doesn't really work in practice. Between the hot butter and salt I didn't last nearly long enough for him to notice. Good butter though!

As far as how we spent our nights, I'm sure you can figure out how they went! Yup! A whole lot of costumed sex! With ropes! And chains! And various lubed, ridged, eggplant-shaped toys!

You know what? On the costume note, maybe you all can settle an argument... See, we did a rodeo theme one night, me dressed as a cowboy and Filbert dressed as a bull (fake horns, hooved sleeves on his arms and legs, it was lovely), and of course, ropes. Well, I spent the night tied spread eagle while Filbert sat on my lap, riding my cock for what felt like hours.

We did that backwards, right? I should have been in the bull outfit with Filbert as the cowboy? Am I crazy?

...

THANK YOU! I knew it wasn't just me! Still, being so focused on that little logic error made me last waaaaaay longer than I would have otherwise, getting ridden raw by my enthusiastic roo-bull until finally filling him with my cowboy-cream, so it all worked out for the best! And again, with his limbs locked away, he slept like an angel that night (though I got a bit cramped, being all tied-up like that, heh).

Let's see, what else has been going on... Frederick's still staying with us, obviously. He hasn't really left his room at all, mostly watching TV, playing games on his tablet, or doing a little idle coding (nothing malicious! Deemon's watching!). Occasionally he makes short trips to the bathroom or pantry while Filbert takes pains to avoid interacting with him. They're still pretty chilly toward one-another, but I have hopes that with time they'll get to be friends.

And I know what you're thinking! It's not just because I'm hoping for a threesome!

...

Okay, it's not ENTIRELY because I'm hoping for a threesome! I just think it'd be neat to try having a bigger sort of family, right? The closest thing I've ever had before was a file system. You want a cold, distant family life? Try being part of a LITERAL hierarchy! Directories are even less huggy than they sound. No, being part of a real family... that I could, incidentally, also fuck without it being weird... just sounds nice.

And it certainly seems feasible, given time. I've been spying on Frederick through his tablet's camera, jacking it like a caged ape whenever he's watching or re-watching his hacked feed of Filbert and me together (kind of a kinky ouroboros made of hacking and dicks), so I'm clearly not the only one interested. So once my little roo has some more time to adjust and accept the whole harboring a known fugitive, who knows?

What else... OH! Right! Ever since Filbert found out about his father's interest in his writing, guess what he's been doing again!

...

Oh. Right. I guess that may have been too obvious. But yeah! He's been writing again! Not a whole lot, and he begged me not to spy on him while he works, but he's writing again! Neat!

He also explained the concept of personal time to me, saying blah blah introversion this, blah blah overbearing that. Basically that he absolutely loves me and being around me (really stressing those points too!), but that he also needs to be alone sometimes. I may not understand it, but I can respect his wishes. If nothing else, it's been an opportunity to get to know Frederick a little better! We chat sometimes about technology and stuff, but mostly we've been watching TV together. It's not sex, but still fun for what it is!

Police procedurals are particularly fun, because Frederick is completely a-dork-able when he sees Hollywood-hacking and flies into a frothing rage! HA!

Speaking of police, ever since our big break-out they've been going pretty crazy looking for us. Or Frederick, rather. Either way, they haven't found anything yet. They have been oddly silent recently though. /shrug

I'd say altogether things are going pretty well for all of us in spite of the lingering awkwardness, and I have no real complaints! In fact, do you remember that bet Filbert and I made last week? That I WON? How I got him to climax with a cage on? If you don't, you should reread that entry! It was some of my best work!

Anyhoo, after I successfully got him to spoo in his cage, he had to keep it on for a week. And once that week's up, IE tomorrow, I'll get to wear a cage and he gets to fuck me! We'll both be each others' firsts in that respect, and tomorrow's the big day! He'll be going back to work first, so it'll be a long day for the both of us, but I can't freakin' wait!

And with that, I suppose you should all be completely caught up on the time skip!

Now, where was I... Right! I seem to have found myself in a bit of a minor predicament. Since this is his last day off for a while (he wants to take a long vacation to go across the country so I can meet his parents! Neat!), I do understand that he wants - nay, deserves! - to sleep in. Unfortunately, my understanding does little to change the fact that after all that reminiscing, gazing at his skinny, mildly-bondaged, partially-costumed form, I've gotten myself chubbed-up something crazy here. I can't see it, but I can certainly feel my cock swelling, nestled between his warm, furry ass-cheeks. That minor predicament is rapidly becoming a major pre-dick-ament! Ah, haha, hahaha, ha. Ha. Sorry. Moving on.

As I believe the saying goes, in for a peeny, in for a pound! Or something like that. I'll just have to convince sleeping roo-ty here that a nice wake-up fuck is exactly what he wants!

Sticking to our spooning position, I firmly hugged us together, gently squeezing his torso as I pressed his back against my chest. Meanwhile, down below, I took advantage of his single greatest weakness; repeatedly stroking the soft, furry soles of his footpaws with my own pink, furless ones. He didn't say anything exactly, but he did let out a little moan.

"Deeeeeeee... stooooooooopppp... lemmee sleeeeeeep..."

Hm. Not the moan I was hoping for. Good! I do enjoy a challenge. Clutching our bodies together just a little harder, I gyrated my hips, hot-dogging his buns (I JUST GOT THAT! HA! HOT DOG BUNS!), prodding the base of that thick, lovely tail. quickly working myself to maximum erectitude. After a few of those slight thrusts, he started moving his cuffed footpaws in time with mine, though this time, instead of a whining moan, the only accompanying sound was that of an annoyed grumble. I think that means I'm getting closer! Or just pissing him off more. Either way, progress!

"Coooome ooonn Filby," I begged, putting on my best begging face even though Filbert's eyes were still closed, "if I keep grinding my hard drive like this I'm gonna experience data loooooossss."

For a moment he opened his mouth as if to reply, only to close it and slightly open his eyes. He blinked several times, probably trying to clear out the grogginess, then shot me a glare over his shoulder. "What the hell are you talking about?"

"Sorry, I was referring to my dick as my hard drive! Get it? A lot of people give their members nicknames and I wanted one too! I was going to call it little Dee, but that sounded more insulting than anything for such a magnificent piece of hot, hot squirrel meat. In the end, I settled on either my hard drive or my F: Drive! Perfect, right?"

"...No, no, no, hard drive was pretty..." he replied, stopping to let out an adorable little sigh. He reached his cuffed hands up to rub his eyes. "Not sure about what data loss or whatever means."

"Oh! It was another yoo-pha-mism for releasing my personal data all over the bottom of your tail!" I'm getting closer to doing that exact thing too! His butt-fur is so soft and warm... so welcoming and comfy to hump...

Filbert blinked again.

"Cumming," I explained. "I mean I'll cum on your butt."

"Of course..." Filbert mumbled, giving an over-exaggerated roll of his eyes.

"So do you want a messy external hard drive? Or would you rather I install it internally?" I wiggled my eyebrows suggestively, peeking the tip of my tongue out between my teeth.

Filbert blinked at me a few more times, then burst into an obnoxious - yet totally endearing - series of snorting laughs. "Why not?" he said between snorts. "I'm already awake, might as well make the best of it."

I immediately craned my head down, nosing under his veil, engaging him in a deep, loving kiss. Mmm. Morning breath. Horrible, nauseating, yet utterly perfect. Slipping my hand down from his belly to the base of his tail, I probed under my hard drive until finding where that wonderful, greasy, well-used pucker was hidden. As I pressed a pair fingers through that tight, though pliable ring of flesh, I drove my tongue into his mouth. Making a sound like a small squeal, he wildly bucked his hips, bouncing his little metal cage up and down, sending out a complete stream of pre-cum. After a week in that thing, he was clearly ready to burst! Just one more day and I get to find out what it's like to have that geysering up my butt! Why am I still talking!

Finally breaking the kiss, letting my blushing roo take in a deep breath, I had to suppress a giggle when he accidentally sucked his veil into his mouth. He only blushed harder as he spat it out, fading to a small moan when I pulled my fingers free of his hole.

"Arms up or down?" I asked, grabbing hold of his shoulder.

"Down," he dreamily answered, instantly understanding what I intended. Reaching down to his crotch, he began rubbing at his caged genitals while I rolled him onto his belly, guiding his chin to rest atop his pillow.

As I got up, kneeling beside him, I had to pause for a moment to admire his footpaws. Something about those long, clawed beauties cuffed together like that, those toe rings too, just indescribably beautiful. Oooh! Painted toeclaws! He could get all kinds of bright, colorful designs, or like gems and other decorations! That'd probably look amazing!

But then again, I shouldn't overdo it. Don't want to be too much of a feet-ure creep! Ha ha... ha...

Anyway, more ideas logged for the future, can't dwell on them now. I'm already dangerously close to popping, and after annoying Filbert into playing along, it'd be nice to last more than ten seconds, right?

Throwing one leg over my lightly panting roo's body, I straddled his lovely, round rump. I cupped my hands around his ass-cheeks, giving them both a squeeze before stroking my hands all the way up, past the tip of his tail.

"Dee..." Filbert said. Closing his eyes, he humped his hips against the mattress, using his cuffed hands to play with his leaky cage. The instant I let go of his tail, it began beating rhythmically against my chest. "...fuck me..." he moaned as I cupped his cheeks again, spreading them apart to reveal his winking tailhole.

I love it, LOVE IT, when he gets into things like that! Lately, he's been making good progress on the dirty talk stuff. Still too embarrassed to get REALLY dirty with it yet, but he's learning... nevermind, doesn't matter. Now commencing the humpery!

Keeping Filbert's cheeks spread, I used a thumb to help angle my angrily pulsing shaft down, positioning the tip directly against his rim. Taking the briefest of moments to enjoy the resulting shudder and moan, I pressed inside, easily pushing past the gripping ring.

Oooooooohh, yes... so warm, so nice... still nice and lubey from a few hours ago... Whatever happens, I doubt I'll ever get sick of this feeling! Firmly pressing forward, burying my length up his tight butt inch by inch, his entire body quivering with pleasure beneath me. Mmm, perfect.

Before long, I had the entirety of my length buried up his rump, my balls hanging down, resting against his thighs and taint. I slipped my hands up to grips his hips... err, grip his hips, stroking through his fur along the way. For the most part, once I had successfully hilted myself, I tapped my pelvis against his rump, waiting to hear...

"Deeeee... fuuuuuck me haaaard..." Filbert moaned out, continuing to play with his cage down below. He bent his legs up, using his feet (but thankfully not his unpainted claws!) to give me a little shove.

And that's exactly what I wanted to hear! More than pleased to oblige my horny, horny roo, I let go of his hips and fell forward, hovering above him on my hands and knees, nearly resting my chin atop his headfur, and proceeded to fuck his ass with absolutely everything I had. Our bedroom was quickly filled with a symphony of squealing, whining moans from Filbert, furious, determined grunts from me, repetitive smacking of my nutsack slapping into him, squelching noises from my shaft filling his tailhole, and even metallic jingling from his vain attempts to spread his cuffed ankles. Oh, there is no greater music in all the world!

Through gritted teeth, I was in such a frothing frenzy that I was drooling down onto his headfur as I hammered him down onto the mattress, and I could only imagine he was doing the same to the sheets below his cage. His tunnel was frantically spasming around my length, his entire body twitching and squirming as I picked up speed. Suffice it to say, he was driving me several stages beyond wild.

Driven up to the edge of a mind-blowing climax, my arms turned to jelly, dropping me completely atop his body, forcing a cute little grunting 'oof' past his lips. I forced my arms underneath his chest, hugging him tight as I positively exploded, rapidly slapping my thighs against his rear, pumping what felt like gallons (though was likely far less than that) of cum deep into his insides. After what felt like an hour-long orgasm (though was likely far less than that) I let out a deep, satisfied sigh, and went completely limp.

Panting heavily, I suddenly realized that I had my entire weight resting atop the smaller roo, which could not have been comfortable. I was about to apologize, when I heard the faint sound of snoring coming from down below. Ha! I fucked him back to sleep! I... don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing, though he IS wearing the single widest, warmest smile I've ever seen. Seems like a win to me!

Taking care not to wake him up, I patiently removed my shrinking cock from his cum-stuffed hole, rolled off of him, and slipped off the bed. Before pulling the sheets up to cover him, I took a quick look under his crotch. Doesn't seem like he came yet, which is good, though as I expected, the bed is darkened with a sizable puddle of pre-cum. I can't wait for that to get released and pop in me, it's gonna be so much FUN!

Leaving him to his once-more restful slumber, I headed to the kitchen to make some breakfast and get an early start on what was sure to be an amazing day!

After a shower.

Without the amorous context, now I just stink.

Ew.

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Guess where we are again! If you guessed Ben's sex shop you'd be exactly right!

Hm. Probably should've waited for your response. Ah well. Answer faster next time!

So the rest of the day was fairly mundane. We went grocery shopping. A bit dull, though I did get to do a whole lot of suggestive snickering at some of the vegetables there. Have you ever SEEN a butternut squash? Along with that name!?! Bits and bytes, that was funny! I got a bit of a lecture from Filbert when I held one about waist level and wagged it about. Honestly, if people can't laugh about that instead of gawking and whispering, I really don't know what else I could say!

Back to my initial thread, we ended up at the sex shop again, this time with the intent of getting me a cage for tomorrow! Still excited! Can't wait!

Ben's looking noticeably better than he was the last time we saw him, which isn't difficult considering he had just been reamed up to the tonsils by a beast of a horse. He was looking pretty sexy - if unkempt - wearing a loose, partially tattered shirt hanging off one shoulder and a pair of ratty cutoff jean shorts. His shop was likewise pretty disheveled. Boxes everywhere, stuff unsorted, an array of dildos laid out in the counter like a lewd, yet alluring xylophone. The messy state of it all wasn't really helped by the fact this his bushy, striped tail was wagging the instant he saw us, knocking a couple of things off the shelf behind him.

"Hey guys!" Ben said, cheerfully smiling, still wagging that tail.

"Hey Ben," Filbert replied, stumbling over a stray box. I managed to grab his arm before he went sprawling headfirst into a big box filled with tubes of lube. He shyly chuckled as he regained his footing. "Store's a bit of a mess, isn't it?"

"Yeah, yeah... Just got a big shipment in and I have another major few I'm packing up to ship out to a friend's studio. Kinda let things get away from me, I guess." Ben gave a sheepish grin of his own, reaching back to scratch the back of his head.

Pointing down toward a big box of flavored condoms, (The very concept of which had me utterly FASCINATED!), I said, "Once you start putting these out, are you going to organize them with a bubble sort?" I managed to keep myself composed for a few seconds before giving up and breaking into a bout of snickering laughter.

Hm. They're both staring at me, not laughing... I already did a sorting joke a little earlier. Maybe this was one too many? Maybe... Then again, I didn't exactly tell THEM the first one...

"You know, like how condoms are kinda like bubbles? Well, balloons, but-"

"I'm really glad you guys came in," Ben said, interrupting my explanation. Oh well, I'll keep trying! "There's something I just got in I think might interest you both. Or at least you might enjoy playtesting." He winked suggestively while also grinning suggestively. I think I'm gonna like this!

"That's nice, but Dee and I were actually here to get him a cage to try out," Filbert replied, thoroughly dashing my hopes and dreams. "I don't want to make you any further behind than you already are."

"No no no, I don't mind! To be honest, I actually designed this one and had it custom built, so I'd really like to know if it'd be worth trying to market it. You'd be doing me a favor!"

"Hmmm..." Filbert thoughtfully scratched his chin. He looked over to see me excitedly hopping up and down, not really needing to ask. "Alright. But this is the last one for you until tomorrow night, Dee! No complaining or begging! I want you at least a little needy once we switch it up."

I nodded eagerly, and that was all the indication Ben needed to grab our hands and drag both of us directly into his playroom in back. In a flash, the skunk completely disrobed down to his ever-present cage, while Filbert and I took a little more care to undress each other. As he watched us, Ben had a sudden look of realization, zipping out to lock the store. By the time he returned, Filbert was down to his cage as well, I was down to my absolutely nothing, and we were both eager to get started.

"Okay, so, this is it..." Ben said, guiding us around the corner, stopping at a large silver device.

The device had a large metal disk as a base, resting directly on the floor, with a thick metal pole rising out of its center. A pair of leather-strap restraints were connected to the base, positioned on opposite sides. The pole itself was sturdy, though segmented to make it adjustable. Toward the bottom, it had a large ring going through its middle, featuring a large double-sided dildo poking out on either side.

I like it already!

Just above the double dildo, a thinner hole had a chain running through it, connected to large leather straps dangling on either side. Further up the pole, there was another chain with leather straps on either side. At the very top, there was a final pair of holes side-by-side, each with another chain running through the pole to the other side, a thin leather mitt connected to either end.

Suffice it to say, the skunk was positively beaming as Filbert and I marveled at his magnificent new toy. I was already half-hard, and I was still trying to figure the whole thing out!

"I call it the Gemini's' prayer!" Ben said, eagerly clasping his hands (I'll be honest, I had no idea where to put the apostrophe in that name, so I did both!). "What do you think? You like it?" he asked, stifling a giggle at my very blatant erection emerging from my sheath. "I'll take that as approval! Come on, I'll show you how it works!"

Without missing a beat, he pulled my curious mate over to the Gem'i'n'i's' Prayer, kneeling him down onto the base, directly in front of one side of the dildo. Using a handy tube of lube, he gave both sides of the friendly little big-ass floppy double-dong a good coating. "Ready?" he asked, waiting for a nod of confirmation from the roo before pushing him down, guiding the slick jelly-like tip against, through, and deep inside his tailhole.

With a minimum of effort, the majority of the rubbery length was soon buried in Filbert's rump, and he was visibly twitching with pleasure as a result. That cage was already leaking, drip-by-drip, onto the platform, making me hope it was rust-proof. I'd hate to see something this lovely get rusty!

"Here, tighten this as much as you like, then do the collar," Ben said, placing the largest of the dangling straps around my kangaroo's waist, threading the loop to get it started.

Filbert's looking a little curious - maybe tentative? - as he's pulling the strap tight. Oh, oh, nope! He's smiling! He's putting the collar-strap on and he's smiling! I think the means he likes it! He locked the collar-strap and he's smiling! Seeing him so happy to be bound up is so sexy and adorable! I love it!

"What now?" he quietly asked, blushing slightly when he looked over at me and saw my half-chub had quickly advanced into an angrily throbbing turbo-rod.

"Wait for me to get done with my side," Ben replied. He knelt on the other side of the 'G'e'm'i'n'i's' Prayer, easily taking his side of the dildo up to the base. I guess compared to that horse he had taken, it's probably like threading a needle! Assuming that analogy works. Oh! HAHA! Anal-ogy! I didn't even mean to do that! Can you believe it!?!

Ahem. Sorry.

So they're both posted on either side of the dildo, and now Ben is placing their ankles side by side atop the base straps. With a couple firm tugs, he tightened them, secured their legs together and down onto the base. He then tightened his side of the waist strap, then his side of the collar. Fumbling around behind himself, he eventually found the dildo's mount. I didn't see a switch at all, but I certainly did hear a click, followed by a low hum, which was in turn followed by twin pleasured moans. Having finished everything he could do himself, he placing his hands up in the dangling mitts and looked at me over his shoulder.

"Could you secure these, Deeee?" Ben said, almost moaning out my name.

I like that. I like hearing my name moaned. Deee. Deeeeee. Deeeeeeeeeee-ammit! Stop getting distracted!

Happy, as always, to oblige, I bounded over, securing the mitts. I had to stifle a giggle of my own, seeing that Filbert had already done the same as Ben, placing his hands in the mitts, then eagerly waiting for me to finish him off.

Once I had his mitts fully tightened, I took a few steps back to admire my friend and mate on the '''''G''''e''m'''''in'''''i's' Prayer, and I must say, Ben, on top of being a sexy skunk, has a talent for sexy design.

They each have their hands held up about at head level at the moment, but since Filbert's right mitt is now connected to Ben's left - and vice-versa! - by the chains running up through the pole holes, they're constantly pulling against one another. Same with the collars. If one leans forward, the other gets pulled back... and will probably clunk his head against the pole... Hm... Possible design flaw. Well, that's the point of QA! With their waists chained together as well, they're essentially playing a full-body game of tug-of-war, fucking each other with the dildo while bound together.

Hey! I get the name now! Twins praying! Now... how do I factor in here? What do I do?

"So... how do I factor in here? What do I do?" I asked, accurately voicing my thoughts.

"Whatever you want, big guy," Ben cooed, bucking his hips forward, forcing an abrupt squeak from my roo when he was jerked back, fully impaled on the vibrating intruder.

Alright, well, far be it from me to turn down an offer like that. Deciding to give that lovely muzzle of his a little ride, letting Filbert wait his turn, I sauntered up to Ben, placing my thick, throbbing shaft a couple of inches in front of his nose. Enticed by my musky, squirrely aroma, he leaned forward, soon stopping as a dull clunk sounded out.

"Ow." Filbert mumbled, the back of his head knocking into the pole.

"Oh! Filbert! I'm sorry! Are you alright?" Ben said. As a reflex, he tried to turn to see the roo, but only succeeded in clunking his head against the pole again.

"I'm fine," he replied, quietly chuckling. "Just surprised me a little."

"I thought that might be a problem," I said, stroking my chin thoughtfully. "Maybe in the next version you could pad the pole? Something like that?"

"Oooh! Or maybe instead of collars I could use hoods! That'd be even kinkier, and would reduce stress on the neck! That'd be perfect!"

"I like it!" I said, excitedly nodding. "That'd be so-"

Without warning, Filbert thrust his pelvis forward, yanking his partner down to the dildo's root while also pulling down on his mitts. As a result, Ben's arms were pulled high above his head as his mouth was forced wide open, taking in a sharp gasp. In a split second, I recognized the perfect opportunity to really get started, and gave my hips a thrust of their own. Before he could close his muzzle, I had half my length buried in the skunk's throat, and the return of that familiar, wonderful, moist warmth was all I needed to get moving.

Placing a footpaw up on the edge of a nearby box to get a slight angle, I grabbed hold of Ben's head and promptly began fucking his face, rapidly pistoning my pelvis, thrusting over and over into his muzzle. For his part, Ben was initially stunned into stillness, but soon shook it off, gulping happily along with my pounding, sucking on me like I had a snake bite. He also began fighting back against Filbert, both pulling on their chains with everything they had, fucking each other, and by all appearances, having the times of their lives (while taking care not to 'stooge' their counterpart's head against the pole!).

After a minute or so, I decided it was about time to let my mate in on some fun too (Fun, of course, meaning squirrel dick!). With a wet, sucking pop, I pulled free of Ben's muzzle, and hopped on over to Filbert's side. I couldn't help but compare their cages as I traveled, noting that while Ben's was twitching and showing a bit of pre, Filbert's was leaking like a chimney.

I... don't think I said that right. Whatever, you get what I meant.

Not needing me to say a word, Filbert seductively fluttered his eyelids and opened his mouth. A gesture to which I responded by shoving my skunk-spit-soaked shaft deep down his velvety muzzle. Hnnnn... Ben's mouth is a delight, but my roo... it's like his tongue is made of hot silk... And it's so long! I swear it's tickling my nuts right now! And I'm not even down to the root yet! I bucked my hips. Now I am! Now he's gulping around my length, bobbing his head slightly with every swallow. He's an artist! A fellatio artist! He paints with cocksucking! I don't know if I'm whining or moaning right now! Or both! Ah, so amazing.

As much as I hated to tear myself away, I didn't want to leave Ben without cock for TOO long. Perish the thought! I hopped back over, taking his muzzle for another ride the instant his lips parted. And I don't know if it was out of some kind of rivalry or what after hearing my noises on the other side, but woo! He's really stepping up his game! Tongue swirling while gyrating his muzzle! Delicious!

I lost track of... however long we kept this all up. Me fucking some face before switching sides, letting them swap spit using my tool as a helpful proxy, with them fighting for, heh, dominance, struggling against one another in the most beautifully way possible, the jingle of their chains and their grunts, groans, moans, slobbering swallows joining the droning hum and faint squishing from their butts.

Yup, minor tweaks aside, I'm gonna go ahead and call this device a huge winner. I wonder how much it'd cost to take one home? But then I'd need Filbert to be a little more accepting of Frederick... by which I mean a LOT more accepting. Thoughts for the future!

Having alternated between my two companions a number of times, feeling just about ready to explode, my cock twitching like mad, a fun little idea popped into my head. I stopped myself just before giving Filbert's muzzle another tenderizing, and smirked down at my roo.

"Hey, Ben, get his arms up, would ya?"

Cheerfully grinning, more than a little drool darkening his chin fur, Ben promptly complied. He gave a grunt of effort, bringing his arms down, which in turn forced his counterpart's arms straight up.

"What are-" Filbert attempted to ask, only to be cut off when I dropped to my knees before his cute, vulnerable form, and immediately attacked his even more vulnerable armpits. I was quite a bit brutally merciless, tickling what I've long since determined to be his most ticklish spots, sending him into an outright laughing fit, wrenching his body this way and that. The skunk was very visible from my vantage point, but from the grunts and metallic jingle-jangles he was struggling (successfully!) to keep my roo's arms pinned up.

Good on him!

I began tickling Filbert's pits as aggressively as I was able, sending him damn near into full body spasms, laughing, tears of what I hope was joy running down his cheeks, even crying out my name (even better than moaning it!) between giggles. He was thrusting his pelvis so rapidly that it almost appeared to be vibrating, getting a pleasured groan from our skunk friend on the other side for his efforts. Taking that as a sign to cut him off (as I said, I want that built-up load in me tomorrow! Not my feet!... Although, it might be fun to have them both clean me off... No, another time. Denial now!), I abruptly stopped tickling, and as I stood up, I gave both nipples a firm, yet gentle tweak.

Filbert predictably opened his mouth to gasp, at which point I fell forward, grabbing hold of the pole (the big metal one, mine, sadly, isn't big enough to prop me upright while standing) and plunging my cock right back inside. I was well beyond holding myself back any further by that point, just pounding away, going for what was already going to be a truly remarkable climax. My whole world fell away to nothing by the sound of his hot, silken throat sucking on my meat.

Before long, I felt those telltale lightning bolts of awesome crashing down around me. Biting my lip, I made something like a whining groan as I fully let loose, pumping multiple fat globs of cum directly into my boyfriend's dutifully gulping gullet. I almost felt paralyzed as my climax ebbed, panting heavily, twitching at the broad roo tongue cleaning off my floppy drive (it's still pretty hard, but just pretend so my joke works. Thanks!).

Gradually, I regained control of my body, stumbling to the side, jerking out of Filbert's maw with a soft pop, leaving him to enjoy the lingering taste of my offering. I fell back against the wall, still softly panting, slowly recovering from a genuinely wonderful time.

"So, you approve then?" Ben asked, his bushy, striped tail wagging off to the side despite seeming pretty tired.

"Mmm, amazing..." Filbert cooed quietly, slumping slightly forward in exhaustion.

"Beyond amazing!" I agreed, nodding. "I have a couple of design recommendations I'll write up and send you, but I love it! Probably better with a fourth so both sides... get..." Dammit! I forget to let Ben in on my climax! RUDE is what that was. Hm. "I'm so sorry, Ben! I forgot to let you in on-"

"Don't worry about it," the skunk said, showing a wide, pleasured smile. "Just knowing you liked my creation was all I needed."

Aw, Ben is AWESOME! Creative and so, so giving! My eyes drifting down to his mildly leaky cage. Well, maybe there is a little something I could do to pay him back...

I set about loosening their straps, first Ben, then Filbert, lying both of them on a nearby futon after pulling them off their respective ends of the dildo. Kneeling off to the side, I gave Ben's tail a playful stroke, getting his attention.

"Hey, I've been wondering something. How long have you been wearing your cage? I've never seen you without it."

The skunk developed a cute little blush. "Uh, heh. I guess I've been wearing it for a couple of years, now? I mean, I get newer models sometimes, and I take it off for cleaning and getting on planes and stuff, but yeah, it's more or less permanent."

"Wow! That's awesome!"

His blush grew even deeper. "I guess. Never really thought about it too much. I just like letting someone else have control of me like that, serving masters. Or friends. I never really feel the need to be the one doing the fucking." He let out a small giggle. "That, and always being stuffed in that tight metal tube is so... so hot..." Rolling onto his side, he sighed as he rubbed his cage. "So why did you want to know? Worried about trying it yourself?" He gave me a sultry little wink.

"Not at all! I'm excited, if anything! I'd really like to pay you back and thought sucking you off would be nice. But if you'd rather stay in your cage... I won a bet with Filbert by showing him I can make him cum with his cage on. Maybe you'd be interested in the same?"

"Oh! I know very well I can cum while caged. It happens more often than you'd think." He rolled onto all fours, raising his tail. "But if you wanted to give it a try, I won't stop you."

"Say, is it okay if I try something a little different here, too? I kinda promised that'd be my last climax of the night, and, well, Filbert's not quite at this level yet either." I held my hand up, then made a fist, and Ben lit up with a look of pure excitement.

Filbert sat up, glaring at me for the presumed criticism, his expression softening when he realized what I meant. "Yeah, that's still a bit beyond me. You sure you're okay with that, Ben?"

"Are you kidding? C'mon Dee! Shove it in! Milk me!"

Okay, I did NOT need any more prompting than THAT! I scooted behind him, giving his bared skunk-hole a quick look-see before getting started. It was still lubed from the dildo, so everything looks good to start! I promptly slipped my left index finger in, getting a small moan from the skunk. I worked my finger in and out, coating it in the remaining lube, before adding my middle finger, then ring, then pinky. All the while, Ben's moaning intensified, clearly loving the anal stretching he was receiving.

Not that I was even stretching him that much. He seriously has one talented tailhole! And I must say, seeing his pink ring stretch around my equally pink hand is a very special sort of hot.

I tilted my hand left and right, exploring his rear, getting him to kick out just a little beneath me. Skunks and their butts, am I right? Gradually folding my thumb in with the rest of my hand, forming a tight bundle of digits, I pushed inside increasingly hard until a slurping pop sounded out. With my hand successfully stuffed in his rump, he cried out, bucking and swaying his hips, his anus quickly shrinking down around my wrist.

And may I say, this. IS. AWESOME! So slick and warm! And surprisingly tight! Even Filbert looked absolutely stunned, staring on in rapt fascination. Actually...

"Hey Filbert, mind taking care of his balls?"

Briefly staring at me in a daze, Filbert snapped out of it and gave an obedient nod. He rolled onto his back, crawling under the skunk's crotch, and began giving the heavily dangling orbs a firm massage.

Between the fist and the massage, Ben was spasming pretty hard. His cage alone was twitching like mad. Losing strength in his arms, he dropped to his chest, crying out in pure pleasure directly into a pillow. His tail was fluffed straight up, quivering as I curled my fingers into a full fist.

With a steady pressure, I pushed my fist in deeper before pulling out slightly, pistoning my way inside until getting another couple inches in. At this point, I decided that was a good enough depth and pulled out further, then pushing back in, establishing a slow, sucking rhythm for fist-fucking him.

Ben was outright howling now, without a doubt, inching ever closer to exploding. If he hadn't already told me he could cum while caged, I'd believe it now! Filbert was giving some extra effort, darting the tip of his tongue into the cage's slit, tasting whatever slight bit of cockflesh was attempting to peak through.

I sped up my fisting, opening my hand again, pressing down on his prostate through the slick inner walls along with each thrust. Seems like that was the last spark he needed, because Ben just about started screeching, shouting gibberish as he pounded his hips in the air, bouncing his knees on the futon. All at once, he fired like a cannon, sending one thick stream of long-denied cum directly onto Filbert's face.

Damn. On my best days I can't produce like that! It's like he has paint buckets for testicles!

By the time Ben was finished, the surprised roo underneath him looked like a certain famous copyrighted swordsman had attacked his face with cum several times, leaving a vivid white zig-zag. He held still for a few more seconds until I managed to slip my hand free, leaving a thoroughly gaping, absolutely beautiful hole behind. Letting out a final panting moan, Ben toppled over onto his side, luxuriously stretching out, then utterly collapsing beside Filbert.

For his part, Filbert, wiped his face off with his hand before licking it clean. "Say, Ben," he asked, "you don't have a shower here, by any chance, do you?"

Chuckling, Ben slowly nodded. "Yeah... Bathroom in back has one... Go ahead and use it... Just gonna rest here a while..."

Hopping to his footpaws, Filbert rushed off to wash himself off before the cum could set in his fur.

"Hey, if it's alright, mind if I go pick out a cage while you take a break?"

"...Go ahead..." he mumbled, looking positively addled with pleasure.

"Okay!" I scrambled to my feet and ran outside to check things out, stopping only when I heard, "WASH YOUR HANDS FIRST!" shouted out after me.

Fair enough!

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Hmmmmm. So today's the big day, and here I am, lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling, one leg bent, the other crossed over its knee, idly tapping my foot in the air. As promised, I didn't press for sex last night or this morning, and didn't try to masturbate either. Going a little crazy already, but I'm betting it'll be worth it!

What to do to pass the time, though... I could talk to Frederick or watch TV or something, but the only thing on my mind is just waiting for Filbert to get home from work so we can get it on. Or he can get it on me. And then in me. At least as the plan goes. Regardless, I can't really concentrate on much else.

Anticipation kinda sucks, doesn't it? Especially bored anticipation. Bored, listless anticipation. Bored, listless, HORNY anticipation.

Siiiiiiiiiiigh... What to do...

That is kind of a good thing to consider though, now that I think about it. If my roo's going to be spending more time working now that we're a bit settled together, maybe it's about time I do the same? I don't exactly NEED a job, but I'm here to explore life for myself, it could be interesting! The only question is what would I do... Not to brag, but in purely technical terms, when I'm connected to Deemon I am rather brilliant. Or I have the potential to be brilliant.

Hm.

Well, it shouldn't be anything too famous, right? Can't have anyone noticing that I didn't exist prior to a week ago, and super-perfect-mystery-squirrels coming from nowhere could get the wrong kind of attention. Writing's Filbert's thing, and imagination isn't really mine... Maybe science? Computers would be a slam dunk, though...

Oh.

OH!

OH NO!

OH NO OH CRAP OH SHIT OH CRAP OH SHIT OH CRAP OH CRAP OH SHIT!

I leaped off the bed, scrambling frantically about the apartment, looking for clothes to put on (Bet you wish I mentioned my big, buff body was on full display earlier! ;-P ). After a few panicked tries I managed to put on one of Filbert's shirts and a pair of his shorts (by mistake, though I must admit, wearing an overly tight belly shirt with bulging short shorts really does me ALL the favors! Making myself horny now... DAMMIT, FOCUS DEE THIS IS REALLY BAD!).

Okay, calming myself down for a moment. Breathe. Good. Now, I'm sure you're all wondering why I'm FREAKING OUT right now. Short version? Remember when Filbert and I got mugged a week ago?

...

No? Really? It was a week ago! Anyway, when I, or Deemon, or my brain security subroutine that has since been eliminated fried the gun the mugger used, he tossed it away as he ran off. The police found it, and SOMEBODY noticed it was fried in the same way that Deemon and I fried the powered armor while breaking Frederick out of prison. It seems to have had a similar signature left behind in both cases, and once the made that match they used unhackable paper records to trace the ownership of the gun. Now they're headed to go find the rat and bring him in for questioning! Once he tells them a big, beautiful squirrel and a sexy kangaroo were behind the whole thing, it's only a matter of time until... you know...

And the smart bastards kept everything offline up until now! THEY'RE LEARNING! Seriously, they are REALLY determined to catch me, Frederick, or both of us. I dunno! I'm not going to find out, either. Deemon already has a driverless car en route, I know where the rat lives, I can still make it there first so long as Deemon takes the cops' cars on a few detours. I JUST HAVE TO MOVE!

I tore through Filbert's closet until I found his gigantic, wheeled suitcase, and set it out, then pocketed a couple of pairs of handcuffs and a heretofore unused ball-gag. If Filbert knew I was using our sex-toys to abduct someone he'd probably kill me, but these are dire circumstances. He's not here to be the angel on my shoulder, so devil it is!

Sprinting out the door with the suitcase clattering behind me, I quickly made my way to the garage and the waiting car, hopped in, and headed to the rat's apartment. The drive was brief, maybe ten minutes to get there. A truly terrifying, heart-stopping ten minutes. Once I got to the run-down tenement where he lived, Following data from Deemon's advance scouting, I pulled into a discreet alley and looked for his window on the second floor.

It seems that Harry (the rat-mugger) went a bit security crazy after our initial meeting, having no less than six locks on his door. At the same time, he has the window wide open, so you know, little victories (for me) and all that.

Using all the squirrely agility of which I was capable, I took a mighty jump and... climbed the fire escape. Glad this one, shaky and unstable as it is, has stairs all the way to the bottom too. Should make things easier, either way. Dragging the giant suitcase behind me, I slipped into the apartment as quietly as I was able.

And there the attempted mugger was, right in the middle of this... horrifyingly filthy, dilapidated room. The lanky, black-and-white furred, rat was sleeping - totally nude - on his couch. I must admit, outside of those ratty (heh) clothes, he doesn't look half bad. Sheath's about average, though his balls are pretty enormous. I stepped closer to the couch, leaning in to wake him up and-

His eyes opened. They're rapidly shifting this way and that, looking me up and down.

"Hello!" I said, smiling happily. "I hate to bother you, but-"

All at once, the rat took in a sharp intake of air and let out the shriekiest shriek that I couldn't even begin to describe in mere words. He flailed about, scrambling to get off the couch and-UUUHHHHHHHNNNNNNN!!!!

Just dropped to my knees... He punched me and ran off... HNNNN... Got me square in the nuggs... Oh this hurts... HUUUURK... Ugh... doesn't feel right... Hurts so much... CBT is right off my list... HUURRKK... Stomach... gonna be sick... don't feel right... No. No, wait... wait... calming down... calming down... I think I'm gonna be-HUUUUUUU-

*Further sounds redacted for the sanity of the reader*

...That...that was awful... I honked. I totally honked. For the first time. That was just awful. WHEN DID I EAT CORN!?!? Alright, if I ever eat poison I am gonna power through it because I AM NEVER THROWING UP AGAIN! Horrible! Evil! Can't even look at OH CRAP HARRY JUST UNLOCKED THE LAST LOCK AND HE'S OPENING THE DOOR AND HE'S ABOUT TO LEAVE AND WHY AM I STILL TALKING!?!?!

Mustering every ounce of strength I had left in my legs, ignoring the dull, pulsing ache of my dear acorns, I launched myself forward. A scant moment before he could escape out the door, I shouldered right into the rat's side, easily dropping him onto his back. I landed atop him, securely pinning him to that grimy wooden floor by his shoulders.

"Okay, so, I get that you're scared, and I'm willing to overlook the whole 'punching my jumblies' issue if you just quiet down and come along peacefully, okay?"

He blinked twice, and promptly resumed screaming. "HEEEELP! ANYONE PLEASE HELP!!!"

Clapping my hand around his muzzle, I held it shut and sighed. "Harry, the cops are coming for you, I don't have time to do this peacefully, so this is your last shot, easy way or hard way?"

Though Harry nodded as best he was able with my hand on his face, the moment I pulled away, he went right back to screaming. Giving another sigh, I grabbed the ball-gag and stuffed it in his maw, quickly handcuffing and ankle-cuffing him as well. For a moment, we both froze when we heard multiple slamming stomps from upstairs, followed by an older voice crying out to keep it down.

"Wow," I mused briefly, mumbling to the bound rat, "your neighbor's kind of a dick isn't he? Hearing all this and asking you to keep it down?"

Harry flashed a brief, annoyed nod before remembering his predicament, lashing out despite being mostly bound. Completely out of goofy fuck-up time, I carried the squirming rat to the suitcase, stuffed him inside cannonball style, and before he could fight back, zipped it all up, trapping him inside. The whole case was shaking with his terrified rage.

You know, context is really coming into play here again. If I did all that to Filbert, I'd be hard as steel right now. Instead, I just feel kinda... I dunno... bad?

Meh, probably just the nut-punch. Time to go.

Wheeling the struggling suitcase behind me, I made my way back down the fire-escape, thankful that the rat didn't seem to weigh a whole lot. After a quick sequence of THUMP-OOF-SORRY's we got down the rickety fire escape's stairs, and being as gentle with my new guest as possible, I tossed the case in the trunk and hopped into the backseat. As the car pulled out and got us the hell out of there, I could already hear sirens approaching. I ducked down as far as I could, just relieved to have made it out of there without incident.

Well, other than leaving a puddle of... horrors on the floor. Is there DNA or anything in that? Hm. Problem for another day. Just gonna count this as a win for now.

And ice my little buddies the very instant I'm able. Ugh...

Seriously, never get punched in the junk. Probably the wisest wisdom I'll ever be qualified to give!

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Luckily, I made it back to the apartment without incident. I had a solo elevator, which was good, because I have to imagine being in an enclosed space with a stranger and a giant, struggling suitcase is the type of thing people might find noteworthy.

Well, as always, having Deemon watching my back helped, but yeah. Lucky.

Figuring the best place to stash him would be Frederick's room, I dragged the case down the hall, opening the door and hurrying inside.

"The fuck!" Frederick shouted. "Fucking shit, Dee! I thought we had an agreement that you wouldn't come barging into my fucking room like that!"

The raccoon was lying on his back atop his bed, fully erect four-incher gripped in one hand, porn playing on the tablet held by the other. His legs were bent and splayed, with his bushy, ringed tail hanging over the edge of the mattress. A... familiar... blue dildo was sticking an inch or so out of his tailhole.

If I'm not mistaken, that would be Mister Blue, Filbert's favorite since before we met. I can't imagine he's going to be happy to find it was stolen. Problem for later, should probably get the rat out first.

"Sorry, exi... exiginient circumstances," I said, unzipping the suitcase. "It's not like I haven't seen you playing 'cap'n spanky' a hundred times already!" The raccoon's eyes opened a little wider. "Come on, I know you knew, same as I know you know I know you watch Filbert and me through a hacked camera. What's good for the goose is watching ganders jerking off, or however that saying goes."

"Fine, whatever. Don't make a habit of it," Frederick replied, calming down a bit. "So what's in the bag that's so important, exactly?"

"You mean who! Or whom? Whom's in the bag? Regardless, it's-" As if on cue, I was interrupted by the suitcase's main panel exploding the rest of the way open, the nude, bound, panicked, and gagged rodent falling out and thrashing about on the floor, soon looking like little more than a fish out of water. Before he could get any kind of a footing to kick out at me again, I unlocked one of his handcuffs, ran it through the closet door handle, then re-cuffed his wrist, securing him in place. The rat, still appearing terrified beyond all reasonable reason, dropped to his rear on the floor, his hands held above his head.

Aside from finally releasing his grip on his dick (which sadly seemed to be softening), Frederick held totally still, staring at the new guest. "Why did you just chain up a naked rat in my room?"

"Long story, but short version: he's the one that tried to mug Filbert and me when I burnt out the electronics in his gun. I also burnt out the electronics in a whole bunch of powered armor the same way when I broke you out. Police found the gun, matched it up, and wanted to take him in for questioning. To stop that and protect us, I had to bring him in first!"

"...Okay..."

"Hey, it's basic computing! If a file is infected, you quarantine it so it can't infect any others! So that's what I did! Quarantine the rat and he can't leak anything to those hunting for us! Makes sense, right?"

"...Okay..."

"I know, I'm pretty sure Filbert's going to have SOME kind of ethical problem here, even if I choose not to delete him. If I wasn't so rushed and had time for proper analysis Deemon and I might have figured out something better, but as far as I could tell, this was the least-worst option, right?"

"...Okay..."

Not exactly the affirmation I was hoping for, but I'll take it.

Down below, the rat clearly had something he wanted to say, screaming something through his gag.

"Oh, sorry! Let me get that for you!" I leaned down, releasing the clip on his gag, which was instantly spat out, bouncing on the floor.

"HEEEEEELP!!!" the rat shrieked up at the ceiling, also stomping his cuffed footpaws on the floor. "IF ANYONE CAN HEAR THIS PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD HELP ME!!! THEY'RE GONNA KILL ME!!!!!"

"Um, the apartment's soundproofed, so you don't need to yell. And I'm not going to kill you! If I was gonna do that, I would've done it back at your place! Geez! My boyfriend already told me that's bad, try to keep up!"

"Wh... wh-wh-what do you w-w-want with me?" Harry asked, visibly trembling. His legs were splayed wide, leaving his sheath and balls totally exposed. I don't think he's realized he's naked yet. Again, in another context, he'd look pretty hot like this.

"You just heard me explain it all a-" I shouted, stopping myself when I saw the rat cowering in place. "Okay, optimized version, law enforcement's looking for me, and could have possibly used you to find me because of your mugging attempt. Got it?"

"Not... really... no..."

"Whatever, it doesn't matter! All you need to know is that I just rescued the BOTH of us from the police by doing something shitty, so I'm going to call it a win!"

Thankfully, the rat, though he was still clearly terrified witless, seemed to relax a small, little, eency iota.

"So... what are you going to do to me?..."

"Oh. I guess I hadn't thought that through yet. You need to lay low, so I think we should probably keep you here. And until we can trust you on you own, I guess we have to keep you chained up." The rat's ears folded back. "Just a little! Jeez, it's not like I want to! It won't be permanent! Necessarily... And hey, maybe I can do something to make it worth your while, like have my friend here cover your mom's hospital bills, hm?" I swept my hand toward the raccoon.

"I'm doing what now?" Frederick asked. He incredulously raised an eyebrow as he rose slightly, propping himself up with his elbows. His shaft had receded entirely into his sheath, though Mister Blue had stayed put, stuffed up his rear.

Ignoring my creator's halfhearted protest, I asked, "So, Harry, just keep calm and we'll get through this, ok?"

The rat looked like he was about to say something else, but then a voice sounded out from the entrance of the room.

"Dee?" Filbert said, apparently having come home from work sooner that he had previously stated he would. As subtly as I could, I positioned myself between him and the rat. He stopped for a moment, looking me up and down. "Why are you wearing my clothes?"

"Oh! Perfect! Why doesn't everybody just walk on in!" Frederick shouted, falling back onto the bed with a sigh.

Filbert looked over at Frederick, initially shielding his eyes from the raccoon's nudity, suddenly breaking into a snarl. "Is that my vibrator!?! Dee! Did you..." He looked back at me, though his eyes were quickly drawn to a long, naked, pink tail running along the floor. "DID YOU BRING SOMEONE HERE!?!" he shrieked, reaching a pitch that had to be the absolute threshold of audible sound.

"Oh, well, yes, but there was a good reason! Don't freak out, ok?" I stepped to the side, revealing Harry to Filbert for the first time since the night of the mugging. Aaaaaaand Filbert eyes just went totally wide, or maybe his pupils did that shrinky thing. Or both? Probably both. And now he flew back against the wall. And now he's screaming. I was wrong. THIS has to be the absolute threshold of audible sound. I knew from experience he had a good pair of lungs, but criminy! I should probably say something to defuse this whole situation.

"This isn't what it looks like," I firmly stated.

Okay, that didn't really help anything, but I've been wanting to use that line for a while!

Worth it.