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As with everything I post here, this is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. Please do not read this story if you are under the age of majority in your state or country, or if material containing explicit depictions of sex and/or depictions of underaged sex is illegal.

Red lay curled up in his bed, in darkness except for the glow of his digital clock radio. The red numerals taunted him. 11:46. He stared, unwilling to let his eyes close except to blink. But his mind kept wandering... it was so hard to stay awake and not think about things. And thinking led him down the pathways to sleep, which he had twice managed to escape from already tonight.

One way to stay awake, was to stay horny. This was a trick he had discovered early on in his short career as a teenaged boy, as most do. He thought of the girls at school he so wanted to be with, even though they seemed to never want anything to do with him. In his fantasies they were willing. He had a whole stack of pornographic magazines hidden in the space between his wall and his bed. A very good selection, too- he had discovered his father's impressive stash up in the attic one day and every time he had been left alone in the house he had gone through them, every single one, and chosen the ones that appealed to him most.

He could not use them tonight, however, as there was not enough light and though he was awake, he needed his parents to believe him to be sound asleep. He was naked under the covers of his bed, and he gently pawed at his half-stiff dick, bringing it to full length and thickness quickly. Being only 15 this, too, was a danger- his fuse was still short and it would be so easy to just bring himself off and go to sleep. Wasn't that the point, after all, of staying awake tonight? He knew there would be something better though, if he waited.

When the clock finally, silently changed to 12:00, Red began to doubt. Maybe he had been wrong. Could he have misinterpreted the clues? It was Friday night. No one had to go to work tomorrow. And he had *heard* his dad, in the late afternoon.

His father had said to his mother, "I think I'll go for a walk. Anything, er... special you want at the store?"

Red had been watching TV at the time, and his tufted ears had pricked up when he heard the conspiratorial tone in his father's voice. His mom's reply was whispered, and then she had chitter-giggled. His dad had said, "I think I can handle that," and had walked out of the house. Red had watched him through the bay window. His father had had a big smile on his muzzle and his bushy red squirrel tail had flicked excitedly as he walked briskly along in the crisp autumn breeze.

This had happened before. "Going for a walk to the store" sometimes meant just that- his dad enjoyed walking to the grocery store. But there were subtle differences. Sure, he was wearing his backpack as always, but he had not rifled through the coupon drawer. More importantly it was the way he had said it. He meant to be understood in his intention. Meant for Red's mom to understand, anyway.

Red knew his dad was heading to the video store. Red had learned the pattern after seeing the unmarked black DVD cases appear on the shelf near the player after other such trips to the store. Once, he had dared pop a case open and look at the title (and the explicit collage of photos that made up the liner notes) while his parents were elsewhere in the house. He had seen porn videos before- the net was full of them it seemed, but knowing his parents were watching it made it different somehow, as if he was getting a glimpse into something secret.

His parents weren't uptight about sex- on the contrary, they had always answered his questions frankly, given him books to read on the subject and the usual barrage of parental concern urging him to be careful, to wait, to know of all the dangers involved. Once he had left his precious magazines out in the open by accident, and he knew his mom had been in his room collecting laundry and must have seen them, but they had not been removed or remarked upon.

For all the information he had been granted, he still felt like he knew nothing. He was achingly horny almost all the time, and had no idea how to relieve it except through fantasy and masturbation. He sought after girls at school clumsily, sending them notes, flowers, all the foolish things boys in stories seemed to do with great success. In reality it made him seem like a creepy stalker. If he could have just calmed down (squirrels are jittery even in the best of scenarios), cleaned himself up a bit, and been a little less of a dork he probably would have been more successful. He could have been good-looking, if he tried. He was wiry like a gymnast (climbing trees was a favorite pastime) and being a red squirrel made him stand out in a crowd- his species was relatively rare. It had earned him his obvious nickname, at least. No one called him Eddie but his parents.

Red shook himself awake. His wandering thoughts had pulled him into dreaming and he had almost gone under completely. He blinked and looked at the clock. 12:14. He yawned, then scowled. He had seen the damned DVD case! He felt cheated. He reached down to begin rubbing his dick but then stopped- he heard footsteps on the stairs. His heart raced. He closed his eyes and curled up in a ball, facing the wall. He willed his bushy tail to be still. It would give him away first. He heard the steps approach his open bedroom door. He could not see the beam of the flashlight that swept over his room, and settled on him, but he knew he was being studied. He breathed evenly, slowly, glad that his heartbeat could not be seen. His tailtip gave a little nervous twitch, but his visitor seemed satisfied that the young squirrel was asleep. His door was shut very quietly and the footsteps retreated down the stairs.

The test passed, Red opened his eyes. The clock glowed and taunted him still. He needed to wait. It would take them time to get settled into watching the movie. He sat up, ears pricked, trying to catch sounds, anything to tell him what was happening downstairs. He crept out of his bed and crawled along the floor to his door. He placed his ear to the gap at the bottom, straining to listen over the background noise of the house. He could hear faint music. He waited. And waited. Surely long enough? He thought he could hear moaning. He wondered if it was the movie or his parents. He crept back to his bed and fished around underneath, retrieving a blue hand towel. Best to be prepared. Then he padded to his door and grasped the knob. He turned it slowly, pausing at the moment right as the bolt slid out of the slot in the jamb so that it made no sound. He crept out into the hallway and headed for the stairs.

The family room was just below and Red had a luxury box view through the banisters of the widescreen television that commanded the far wall of the room. He stared at the screen. Nearly life-size, a grey squirrel girl was being eaten out by a skunk. All he could see was the black and white fur of the skunk's head, and was unsure if it was male or female. Thanks to the camera angle, he could also see the glistening warm pink of the squirrel girl's vagina. The moaning he had heard was from her. She was wriggling her hips up and down, enjoying the skunk's tongue (or was she just acting? How would he know the difference?) with her bushy grey tail apparently wrapped around the rest of the skunk.

He managed to look away from the television to observe his parents. They were cuddled up like spoons on the big couch in front of the television. He realized that they would be able to see him in the light thrown by the TV if they looked up towards the stairs, so he tried to retreat back a little from the edge. They were thankfully more interested in the movie, and each other. They were both nude, and his dad was snuggled up tightly behind his mom. He was absently nuzzling here ear-tufts as he watched. His mother's tail was curled down between her legs while his father's was flopped over the back of the couch, flickering every so often.

The scene on the TV changed, and now the grey squirrel girl was licking at the skunk's thick bobbing cock. That answered the gender question, at least. The girl fondled the skunk's black-furred nuts on one paw and held the base of his dick in the other while slurping down his shaft. Red could see the skunk's paws manhandling the girl's ears, sometimes pushing his cock deeper into her throat. She managed to take it all in. Red stroked himself, wondering how that might feel. He reached down to fondle his own sac. He couldn't do it with one paw- squirrels (and most rodents for that matter) had enormous testicles relative to their size. The skunk's looked tiny compared to his. The squirrel on screen must have been really good at giving blowjobs, as the skunk was making a lot of churrfing noises and suddenly pulled away from the girl while pawing the swollen head of his cock frantically. The squirrel sat up higher and pushed her tits together just as the skunk started shooting his cum over them in long gooey streamers. One shot went wild and hit her on the side of her muzzle, clinging to her whiskers. She giggled and used her paws to wash her face, in the tradition of rodents everywhere.

The scene faded to black and a title came up: "Bush Service". Another scene faded in. Interior of a house, a female red squirrel walking to answer her doorbell. Red's father murmured something in his mother's ear. She grinned and nodded and sat up on the couch. Red quickly retreated up the stairs, out of sight.

When he peeked through the banisters again, his mom was sitting on the edge of the couch and his dad was sitting on the floor in front of her. His face was buried between her legs and his tail was resting on the floor behind him. His mother's tail was flickering madly from side to side as his father obviously was licking her pussy. On the screen, Red saw that the lady of the house had answered the door and she was talking to a tall pine marten. The onscreen couple moved to a room where the squirrel fem started pointing out things out the window, while the marten obviously stared at her tail and rump. The camera switched to make this even more obvious, giving the audience the same view. The squirrel was wearing a really short leather skirt and no panties. Red bit his lip. He bet his mom's pussy looked like that. He hoped there would be a close up later. The marten said something and his paw reached down to cup the squirrel's vulva. She squeaked and jumped and he smiled at her. She smiled back and then mock-protested, but there was no conviction in her performance.

The marten kneeled down behind her and his pointed musteline muzzle disappeared between her thighs as he licked her from behind. There were a few cuts to an angle shot from below, showing his tongue flicking over her white-furred cuntlips while she held onto the little table that was pushed up against the window. Red's mother made a moaning sound and rolled her hips against his father's muzzle. She was obviously trying to stay quiet, but little squeaks and moans kept escaping her. As the marten on the screen drove his partner to a climax, so Red's dad was doing his best to do the same. His mom fell back against the couch cushions and grabbed a throw pillow with one paw. She wriggled and bucked against her husband's tongue and then covered her face with the pillow. The muffled keening and chrrring was unmistakable and Red tried to see what his father was doing. All he could see was his whiskered nose pressed to his mom's crotch- no details. Whatever was going on, his mom was going nuts over it. Finally his mom bucked hard and shuddered, eyes shut and squealing into her pillow. She held here for a few seconds, and then let the tension in her spine go, collapsing into the couch and panting. His father pulled his face back, grinning widely, his muzzle fur and whiskers gleaming with moisture.

On the screen, the pair had already moved on to the cocksucking portion of the scene. Red had noticed that most porn movies followed a pretty predictable formula. The one with the skunk had ended surprisingly fast, although maybe he had missed some of it. For now, the squirrel was bobbing her head back and forth on the marten's oddly-shaped penis. He had that little hook-bend near the tip that marked all musteline males. Red bet he smelled pretty musky too. The squirrel in the video seemed to be enjoying herself, at least.

On the couch, his mother had recovered and was sitting up, tenderly stroking over his dad's head and ears. They both watched the screen. The squirrel had slurped off the marten's cock and stood up again. She turned back to the window and hiked her enormous red tail up in the air and spread her legs apart. The marten, who had lost the rest of his uniform at some point) walked up behind her, his mustie cock twitching and pointing straight at her vulva, drooling.

Red's mother whispered in his dad's ear and slipped off the couch, holding her throw pillow. She crawled onto the rug in the center of the room, in front of the screen, and hiked her tail up as well, presenting an invitation to be taken. Red felt his heartbeat quicken, and his own cock drooled copious rodent pre onto the towel he had brought with him. His mom's butt was in shadow, so he could not see any details, but he just imagined she looked just like the squirrel on the screen. He father crawled in behind his mate and prepared to mount her. They both watched the screen- when the marten slid inside the squirrel, Red's father did the same to his mother. She gasped and rested her upper torso on her pillow, not biting it quite yet.

The real couple and the movie couple did not match their strokes or rhythm, but the intent was clear. Red could not hear what his parents said to each other while they mated, and all he could see of the coupling was his father's huge ballsac swinging as he humped. He thought maybe his mom was fantasizing about being fucked by that marten. Did females have the same sorts of embarrassing fantasies that males did? Red wondered. He wished he could ask a girl without seeming like a weirdo. For now he focused on the scenes below. Red was pleased to see some extreme closeups of the marten's cock sliding into the squirrel's cunny. He stroked his shaft, imagining it was his cock. His own pre made his shaft slick and easy to pump with his paw.

The scene went on, and if the film-makers looped some of the video to make it seem longer, well, no one minded. The marten leaned over the smaller squirrel's back and was panting in her ear. He said something about fertilizing her garden (apparently in the scene he was some sort of gardener and there were a lot of bad puns) and the squirrel mock protested again, saying something about her husband. Red's father also said something to his mom, and she nodded and bit her pillow.

The marten pounded the poor squirrel from behind and then the camera angle switched to the from-below shot. The marten was groaning and the squirrel started to squeak and chitter and Red could clearly see the marten's balls tighten up and then start to pulse as he was buried in her. He was shooting his sperm inside her! Red squeezed his cock and stroked his tip frantically, his pre fairly dripping from him now. His father grunted and panted and then exhaled with a groan, gripping his mother's hips and holding him to her. Red could only assume that his father, too, was pumping semen at that very moment. His mom screamed into her pillow and Red began shooting his own ropes of squirrelcum into the towel, creating a small pool in the center. He panted and squeezed every drop he could from himself and then looked down to his parents. They had rolled to their sides, spooned again, his dad presumably still buried inside his mom. The marten had pulled out and the camera was showing a closeup of his cum dripping from the squirrel's cunt.

His father was once again nuzzling his mom's ears and Red hastily collected his evidence and crept back to his room. He hid the towel under his bed and curled up, feeling well-spent. If he forgot to close his bedroom door, well, hopefully his parents would fail to notice. His exhausted mind took him to sleep quickly. Thankfully he could sleep in on Saturday morning and no one would wonder why.