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"Jimmy, come on, we'll be late for the party!"

\Levon Starbird stuck his head into the room he shared with his brother. Jimmy Lee was buttoning the elastic of his underpants above his tail. The muscles of his slender arms flexed behind his back, as did his shoulders. For a few seconds the teenager's slim body looked more muscular, his firm buttocks sleek under the light, cotton fabric. He reached for a white tee shirt with a small confederate flag printed on the front. Levon stared at his brother's body, fascinated; his right hand slowly rubbed over the pocket of his jeans, his fingers pressing into the beginnings of a tent. He blinked and frowned.

"Jimmy, we're gonna be late! Get yer clothes on!"

Jimmy Lee turned, his eyes wide in shock. "Could I have a little privacy?" he exclaimed.

"No! Get a move on! What took you so long?"

Jimmy Lee struggled into his tee shirt and grabbed a pair of dark grey, short-legged jeans. "I was making sure to wear something nice," he said. "I want to look good for the party." He stepped one foot then the other into the jeans and pulled them up. "It's the biggest party of the year, my first time, I have to look good!"

"You're takin' too long!"

Levon took the waist of the shorts from Jimmy Lee's hands and pulled it up. Jimmy Lee did the fly as Levon adjusted the tail hole under his brother's tail. He snapped the snap closed above it as Jimmy Lee did the same in front, adjusting it carefully to make it comfortable. Jimmy turned, smiling at Levon, whose fingers brushed his brother's waist before they reached his shoulders.

"How do I look?" the younger mouse-rat said.

Levon looked Jimmy Lee over. The white shirt made his brother's fur look darker; the rebel flag lay right over his heart, fresh-painted, almost like a jewel. His arms were thinner in the loose sleeves, but lithe and delicate, like a fox's; his legs were stronger, but limber, athletic looking. His dark brown socks...

"Shoes!" Levon exclaimed. "Get your shoes on!"

Jimmy Lee scowled at his own negligence. He sat on his bed and pulled a pair of freshly cleaned, black sneakers out from under it. Levon noticed the bed; it was piled with Jimmy Lee's clothes.

"Lookit your bed! What were you doin' anyway? My lord, Papa's gonna tan your backside!"

"I want to look my best! I'll put it all away before bed! How does my fur look?"

"It's..." Levon noticed his brother's fur. "It's great. What did you do?" he added, accusingly.

"I just used some of Momma's..."

Levon grabbed Jimmy Lee's head and sniffed his face. "Jimmy, you smell like a girl!"

Jimmy Lee looked up, aghast. "I.. I just wanted to look my best..."

Levon shook his head. "We'll have to run to get there on time. Maybe you'll air out. Hurry with your shoes!"

#

Levon and Jimmy Lee stood outside the big house's gate, panting heavily. Jimmy Lee smelt his forearm with a doubtful look and turned to Levon. His brother leaned in and sniffed him again. Jimmy Lee looked questioningly, but Levon only scowled. Jimmy Lee crouched nervously.

"St.. Stan'-up..." Levon panted. "Y' not a... wild... mous..."

Jimmy Lee nodded and stood, but his expression was still miserable. He glanced towards the house and squeaked, patted his brother's shoulder and pointed. Levon moaned, tried to stand up straight, but quickly fell back into a winded slump. They watched, still panting as a young fox girl skipped down the walk towards them. The skirt of her casual dress flounced just above her knees, its pale green and yellow print setting off her copper fur. It outlined but never quite revealed her trim, fit figure, her modest, pert breasts. Her tread was light but certain; her cheerful expression held authority beyond her years. Her smile broadened as she grew near.

"Why Levon! You're right on time. You seem winded, my dear. Have you been running?"

Levon nodded. "Jimmy Lee took longer than he thought with his grand toilet."

"Grande toilette," Jimmy Lee corrected. "It means big dressing-up. I just wanted to look my best for the party."

"Maybelline, this is my younger brother, Jimmy Lee. Jimmy, this is Maybelline Faithless. She's in most of my classes."

"The most beautiful girl in the school," Jimmy Lee said, his voice full of awe.

The girl smiled and turned her head away for a moment, (but didn't blush at all.) "How kind of you, Jimmy. Please, call me May. You show remarkable erudition, for one your age."

"I like to read," he replied, his chest swelling. "And run too," he added, "and swim. I'm on both teams! I can never beat Levon at wrestling, though."

"Jimmy was quite popular in ninth grade. We expect him to do as well next month in tenth."

"Shall we go in?" May said and offered Levon an arm. Levon took it with a smile. Then she turned. "Jimmy?" she said and offered her other arm to him.

"Oh... Thank you," he said and copied Levon.

May brought them into the big house together, showing them the guest toilet near the door but leading them through to a rear parlour. It had a doorway to a porch overlooking the back yard. Two other boys and a girl were there already. One of the boys was a fox, the image of May, but taller. He grinned as they entered and took Levon in a bear hug. Levon allowed himself to be cuddled for a few seconds before patting the other boy's back.

"How you been, Levon! I haven't seen you since school let out!"

"Been busy, Jeff. Been working at the corner store, saving up some for college! Jeff, this is my brother, Jimmy Lee. Jimmy, this is my friend Jefferson Faithless."

"Just call me Jeff."

The older boy offered a hand. Jimmy Lee paused for a moment. "Y-yessir," he said, as he took it. Jeff laughed as he took Jimmy Lee's hand and tousled his hair. Levon winced.

"Don't you mind that you're younger, Jimmy!" Jeff declared. "We're all just folks here. Okay?"

"Okay, Jeff!" Jimmy replied, grinning.

"Uh, Jimmy, come over here!" Levon said, his voice just a touch growly. "Your hair's all messed-up now."

With a hand on his shoulder, Levon took Jimmy Lee back into the hall, pulling a comb from his pocket as they went.

"I got my own comb, Levon," Jimmy Lee complained.

"Well use it, then. Look here Jimmy, I have to warn you about Jeff Faithless..."

"Did you see that? A whole year ahead of me in school, half-back on the football team and he just treats me like anybody!"

"Jimmy, listen now. Jeff's one of the top men on the team and the guys all like him, but you gotta understand. He likes the guys, too. A lot." Levon looked around himself, then added, "Too much." Jimmy Lee only returned a puzzled look. "Jeff's kinda light in the loafers, if you know what I mean." Jimmy Lee shook his head; Levon sighed. "You know how guys like girls and girls like guys?"

"Sure! That's how it's supposed to be, isn't it?"

"That's right, Jimmy. That's how it's supposed to be. Only it's not..." Again, Levon checked the hall. "That's not always how it is. We don't know for sure and nobody really wants to know, so we don't ask."

"Don't ask what, Levon?"

The young mouse-rat grimaced. "We... The whole school... He's probably a faggot!" Levon spat the last word with such disgust that his brother jumped at it.

"Oh," Jimmy Lee replied. "He seemed nice enough."

"Too damn nice!" Levon grunted. "You be careful of him."

Jimmy Lee nodded. Levon lead him back into the party room. More kids, mostly Levon's age, arrived over the next half hour. Jimmy Lee noticed that all of them paid scant attention to Jefferson Faithless.

#

When the guests had all arrived, the patio doors were opened and the party started properly in the back yard. May and some of her closer friends kept a table full of snacks and sodas. Mainly they gabbed with each other while rest of the guests just took what they wanted. They, too mainly stood around and discussed the summer's happenings. Games had been set up in different parts of the yard for the less socially competent; after an hour, whoever was playing them had a brief chat with May and went home early.

As noon approached, the day grew hotter and the boys grew uncomfortable in their party clothes. Although it was Jeff who proposed a wrestling match as an excuse to remove their shirts, he found an ally in Levon; the other boys exchanged uncertain glances, but could hardly refuse a chance to grapple with one of the school's champions. Jeff found himself mainly excluded from the games at first. Jimmy Lee was invited, but soon proved too easy to dominate. As he knew the rules well, he was given the role of referee, but even here the other boys could get around him easily. He was handed his shirt and sent to the girls, but with good humour. Jeff took his place, (on his word of honour to keep his hands to himself.)

Jimmy Lee was more successful among the girls, who admired his looks and nice manners. He listened to them patiently and agreed with them and came quickly to a good reputation. So when May proposed a game of spin the bottle, Jimmy Lee was invited to play. Jeff, (whose role had by then been deemed redundant), brought some of the defeated warriors to this more gentle game of courage, all the more dashing with their shirts still partly undone.

A blanket was laid on the ground by a tool shed; a lawnmower and some other tools were moved out of it. A soda bottle was rinsed and dried and a cutting board commandeered from the kitchen for it to spin on. May had the boys and girls sit around it in alternation.

"Now you all know the rules," she began. "Whoever spins the bottle and whoever it points to go into the shed and they have to kiss. Whoever it pointed to gets to spin the bottle next. If you can't spin it properly in three tries, you pass it to the person beside you. Shall I spin first? Just to show that we're all alike here."

May set the bottle on the board and gave it a casual flick. It revolved once, twice and stopped, pointing to another girl. May stood and offered the other girl her hand; the other, a petite mouse, giggled and blushed furiously, but followed May into the shed. A few minutes passed as the others waited in silence that was pierced only by the grunts and growls of the wrestlers on the far side of the yard. At last the door opened and the two girls stepped out; May triumphant, the other girl giggling and looking anywhere but at her.

The mouse girl spun the bottle next. It made a full revolution before stopping on a boy. They emerged from the shed in just over a minute, both beaming, the girl still in his arms. The boy made the bottle spin like a top, only to point to another boy. The rest of the boys glanced at each other as the shed door closed, but the pair's expressions were sheepish as they came out. The next boy tried three times, but failed to spin the bottle. The girl next to him, the same young mouse, got it through a little more than a revolution before it pointed to Jimmy Lee.

Giggling, she got to her feet. Jimmy Lee stood too, but stayed in the circle. The girl, still giggling, started towards the shed. With a gulp, Jimmy Lee followed and the shed door closed behind them.

"Warm in here, isn't it?" said Jimmy Lee. (The girl gave a nervous giggle in the dim light.) "W-we could just say we did," said Jimmy Lee. (She giggled yet again.) "Nob-body w-would..."

Her hand found his jaw. Her warm breath caressed his face. He murmured a soft, querulous coo. Then her lips found his. He felt her mouth twine with his mouth, her tongue stroke his, her arms enfold him. He stiffened in shock at first, but the intimate warmth of the kiss soon melted him. He began to kiss back. She parted their mouths at once.

"Wow!" was all Jimmy Lee could say.

The girl giggled, much less nervously. "Your turn," she said.

Jimmy Lee brushed her lips with his own, but she pulled back.

"To spin the bottle, silly boy!" she added.

"Oh, sorry. Wait!" Jimmy Lee looked into the girl's face for a long moment; she looked back. Soon her smile began to fade. "Was I... was I any good?"

"Not bad for a first time."

"Good, then... But how did you... I guess it showed, didn't it. But at least I was okay?"

The girl merely giggled again. "Your turn," she repeated, and opened the door.

They left the shed to hoots and applause. Taking his place again, Jimmy Lee took the bottle. His first spin flicked the bottle off the board. His second made a clumsy, three quarter turn. "Wait," he said, "I think I see." Lifting the back of the bottle just a bit, he twisted his wrist. The bottle revolved once, twice... It stopped with the mouth facing Jeff.

With a vaguely predatory smile, Jeff stood and walked around the circle of boys and girls towards the shed. The girls giggled furiously, except for May; she watched Jimmy Lee with a knowing smile. The boys were silent; they looked blankly at Jimmy Lee or gave each other worried glances. Jimmy Lee looked from one to another. A cough came from behind him. Looking back, he saw Jeff holding a hand out to him. Taking it, he stood. Jeff laid an arm around his shoulder and lead him into the shed, closing the door behind them.

"We... we don't have to... We could just say we did..."

"Why Jimmy, you're trembling! You're not afraid of me, are you?"

"N-no..."

"Are you afraid of a kiss?"

Jimmy Lee stood, looking up into Jeff's eyes, hardly moving. Jeff caressed his lower jaw, lifting Jimmy Lee's face to his. He stroked the corner of Jimmy Lee's mouth. Jimmy Lee's lips parted. Jeff pressed his lips to them.

Jimmy Lee closed his eyes. He felt the older boy's tongue slide against the tip of his. He grabbed Jeff's shoulders and pulled himself close. He licked greedily inside Jeff's mouth, tasting the soda he'd just finished, smelling the fox's fur and a musk he'd never smelt before. He felt Jeff's hands on his hips, pulling at his shorts; he felt them fall to his feet, felt his briefs join them. He felt Jeff's soft fur against his cock, then Jeff's own hard, hot, fragrant penis rubbing it. He drank deeply of the fox boy's mouth, licked over and under his tongue.

Jeff broke the kiss. "We don't have much time," he said. "Turn around and lean on the shed wall."

Jimmy Lee shuffled around without a thought and put his hands on the hot, wooden planks. Jeff got a small jar from a case and opened it. He took a dab of the contents and put it on Jimmy Lee's tail hole.

"That'll make it easier," he said.

He slipped a hand under Jimmy Lee's pelvis and pulled his hips up and back, lifting the boy's tail with his other hand.

Jimmy Lee felt something hard and hot press through the slimy stuff on his rear passage and nearly into him.

"You ready?" Jeff added.

Jimmy Lee nodded. Now that hot, hard, slimy thing was pushing itself into him, spreading him wide and deep, intruding, possessing, claiming him. He whimpered; it was big, sore! But it pressed into him until he felt Jeff's hips against his butt.

"You okay? Can I go ahead? I don't think I'll last long, you're so hot 'n tight!"

"Yeah," Jimmy Lee whimpered, "go on and do what you want!"

Jimmy Lee felt Jeff pull out of his ass, not quite all the way. He felt Jeff press himself in again, felt dampness around his eyes, his whole body shivering. He felt Jeff pull out again, heard him moan, felt his bowels tense as if they knew what was coming next. He felt pressure, warmth under his cock, knew it wasn't pee.

#

"Ho-ly!" a young fox boy whispered. He watched through the viewfinder of the video camera on its tripod, the lens poked through a hole in the shed's wall.

"What're you doing???" a voice behind him shouted.

The fox boy turned with a jerk. Several older boys behind him were grinning maliciously. Levon had his mouth open to yell again. The fox boy rushed to put his hands over it.

"Don't spoil the joke!" he hissed. "My sister's playing spin-the-bottle, she's making me tape everybody kissing! Right now there's two boys in there..."

"Shee-yit!" one of the older boys growled. "Lemme see!"

He pushed the fox boy aside and put his eye to the viewfinder. His jaw dropped.

"Keep quiet!" the fox boy hissed. "Don't scare them or we'll miss it!"

"Shut up..." Levon started, contemptuously.

"Ho-ly!" the boy at the camera whispered, looking up. "You won't believe this!"

"Let me see!" another boy whispered, pushing the first aside.

"How could you see in there?" Levon hissed at him.

"The camera's got night vision!" the fox boy replied. "If everything's just right you can see through people's clothes with it!"

The second boy took his place at the viewfinder. He gasped and watched for a few seconds. "Uh-oh," he said, wincing at his own voice.

"What is it?" Levon hissed.

"Levon," said the second boy, "you'd better see this..."

"No!" the first hissed back. "Levon, don't you look..."

"Get out the way!" Levon growled, and pushed his way to the viewfinder.

At first it was hard to see through the little hole with its suction cup pad. The picture was grainy and dim. In a moment it resolved itself into two figures; two guys, both with their pants down, one behind the other, dancing to a fast, jerky rhythm. The one in front was taking the other like a girl, bouncing to the older boy's thrusts. His dick was half-limp, a trail of pre-cum dangling, swaying from its tip. For a long moment it held Levon captive, this forbidden, carnal dance. He felt himself stiffen inside his pants. He longed to be with them. He looked for their faces at last; it was Jeff, the handsome half-back, and the other...

"Jimmy!"

Levon kicked the tripod, pushed it to the ground, kicked at the camera.

"No!" the fox boy cried. "That's my dads!"

Levon gave the camera a final, quick stomp, jumped the tripod and raced around the side of the shed. Two boys tried to cut him off. Tucking his shoulder, he tackled one of them, slamming him into the shed wall. The other he pushed with both hands and slipped past. He nearly ran into the shed door as it opened. Grabbing its edge, he pulled it around and out of his way, just in time to grab Jeff by his collar.

"Faggot!" Levon screamed.

Levon's fist drove into Jeff's cheek, knocking him back. But his grip on Jeff's collar kept the bigger boy from falling away. Stunned, Jeff flailed uselessly while Levon landed blows in quick succession on his cheek, his nose, his jaw, his eye. Finally, Jeff's greater weight tore his collar out of Levon's grip and he fell to the ground. Levon followed the path of Jeff's fall until he stood over his head.

"Faggot!" Levon screamed again and raised his foot to stomp.

"Levon! Don't!"

Arms grabbed his waist from above and pushed. He swatted at the point where his attacker's head should be. The other boy kept pushing. Over they both went, flailing. Levon hit the ground hard on one butt cheek but kept his tail out from under him. He grabbed and pushed at the other boy. Then he saw that it was Jimmy Lee pushing back.

"Levon, stop it!" Jimmy Lee cried. "It wasn't his fault, I was letting him do it!"

"Shut up!" Levon screamed. "Shut up!"

Levon pushed Jimmy Lee away and scrambled to his feet. Two boys were already helping Jeff to stand.

"Fuckin' faggot! You were rapin' my brother!"

"Levon, no..."

"Shut up, Jimmy! Just shut up!"

"You're wrong," Jeff said, (his voice somewhat muffled by his hand on his muzzle.) "We both..."

"Liar! Rape faggot!"

"Levon..." Jimmy Lee started, but Levon quickly shoved his brother's face.

"Shut up!" he told his brother. "Faggot!" he screamed at Jeff.

Levon rushed at Jeff again and threw himself, knocking him out of the other boys' grips and onto the ground. On top now, Levon punched Jeff's face viciously. He only landed a few blows before hands grabbed his arms and knees. Four boys lifted him into the air and set him on his feet. Four boys held him as May herself stepped in front of him and slapped him across his face.

"How dare you strike my brother like that!" she growled. "I will not have such behaviour at my party!"

"Your brother's a faggot..." Levon began, but May stopped him with another slap. "Jeff was rape..." he said and took another slap for it.

"I will not have such violence at one of my parties and I will not have such accusations of my brother! Do you hear me, Levon Starbird?"

Levon glared back, panting but level. May frowned at him down her long, delicate nose.

"I think," May said at last, "that it is time for you to go, Levon Starbird. I do not believe that you will be returning very soon."

The boys holding Levon's legs let go, but the other two steered him towards the gate. Levon didn't resist until they were passing Jimmy Lee.

"Just a minute," he said, pushing back. "Jimmy, come on, we have to go."

"Jimmy Lee Starbird has been a perfect gentleman," May said. "He may stay if he wishes."

The girls at the party, who had been talking in hushed tones through the whole fight, giggled now and whispered. The boys, however stood in stunned silence, looking between themselves. One of the boys holding Levon, (a tall, brown bear), finally took a half step forward.

"Pardon miss May," he said, "but it might be better for all concerned if Jimmy Lee goes with his brother."

Jimmy Lee tried to take his cap off, only to find that he'd left it at home. He settled for putting a hand to his heart.

"Thank you kindly miss May," he said, "but he's right, I should stay with my brother. Thank you for having us over. I'm surely sorry that all this happened..."

"Jimmy!" Levon exclaimed.

"...Bye now," Jimmy Lee added and joined the boys with Levon.

"Good bye, Jimmy," May replied and turned back to the circle. "Well I'm afraid this game is spoiled..."

#

Two boys, including the tall bear, held Levon's arms as they walked back to the road; although he didn't struggle, they pushed him now and then anyway. A third boy walked behind Jimmy Lee with a hand on his shoulder, although the little mouse-rat walked along very meekly.

The gang stopped as they reached the front gate. The third boy left Jimmy Lee standing and opened it. The other two boys pushed Levon through it roughly. The third stuck a foot in front and tripped him as he stumbled. Levon caught his fall with both hands and got back on his feet at once. The third boy bowed mockingly to Jimmy Lee, who walked through with his head held high. He tumbled gracefully to a handstand when likewise tripped, then arched over backwards to land on his feet behind his brother. The boys laughed.

"Your brother's a faggot!" the third boy sneered.

"What about that Jeff Faithless!" Levon demanded. "He fag raped my brother! What're you gonna do about him?"

"Fuck off, Levon," the third boy growled.

Levon growled back and took two steps towards them. Three hands reached into pockets; three handles emerged in them; three switchblades snicked open. Three sets of eyes glared at Levon, anger and contempt in each. Levon glared back levelly.

"This ain't over between me and that Jefferson Faithless!" he declared. "He fag raped my brother! I'm gonna pay him back for that!"

"Aw listen," the third boy sneered. "He's tryin' to defend his lil' brother's honour! Your lil' brother ain't got no honour left to defend, Levon!"

"Your brother's a faggot, Levon," the bear growled. "Now fuck off outa here," he added, gesturing with his knife blade at Jimmy Lee. "And take that with you!" he concluded.

"Gentlemen" Jimmy Lee said quietly, "I'm surely sorry..."

"Jimmy!" Levon screamed, his voice as full of exasperation as rage. "For the love of fuckin' God! Now that it's too fuckin' late will you finally shut the fuck up!"

Levon waited for nothing else. He grabbed Jimmy Lee's collar and dragged him away down the road. The jeers and cat calls of the three boys faded slowly behind the two brothers as they went.

#

For a time they walked in silence. Jimmy Lee had merely to clear his throat for Levon to growl at him. The dust from the road blew onto them as they walked back the way they'd run and gave their party clothes an ever-greyer tint.

About half way home they came to a copse of birch where a creek joined the road and used its ditch for a bed. Levon stopped here. He jumped the creek at its narrowest point and went behind some brush. Jimmy Lee followed him across, but moved away from the brush as he heard the zipper of his brother's shorts. He leaned behind Levon in a birch's shade as the sound of water on leaves joined the creek's gurgling.

"Levon?" he began; his brother gave no reply. "I'm sorry." For a moment the sound of water on leaves stopped, but then resumed. "I was only trying to... I didn't mean any harm. Jeff and I just sort of... it just sort of happened, that's all. We didn't mean any harm." The sound of falling water became intermittent now. The back of Levon's neck began to flush. "I tried to explain to everyone, I... well, I dunno, but... Levon? Are you upset with me?"

"The last chance," Levon growled. "The last chance to save the name of Starbird from meaning faggot forever. Just blame it on that Jefferson Faithless, he really was a faggot anyway. Maybe take those snooty, fuckin' Faithlesses and their fuckin' money down a peg, too." Levon's zipper sounded again. "Just say Jeff was raping you and put the blame on them instead. All you had to do was keep your fuckin' mouth shut. But you just had to tell the whole fuckin' party that it was your idea!" Levon turned towards Jimmy Lee, rage in his face and his hands balled into fists. "You stupid, dirty, faggot whore! You worthless, fuckin' piece of shit!"

"Levon, no, please don't..."

Levon slapped Jimmy Lee full in the face, his hand landing mostly on Jimmy Lee's left cheek. Jimmy Lee was thrown onto his side. Levon grabbed the front of his shirt and hauled him around, then slapped him again, backhand and forehand in alternation. Jimmy Lee tried to put his hands to his face. Levon grabbed both of his hands. Then, having no hands left for slapping with, he glared down at his brother. Jimmy Lee looked back, trembling, tears dampening the fur of his cheeks.

"No more," Jimmy Lee whimpered. "Please, Levon!"

"Suck me!" Levon growled.

Jimmy Lee's mouth drooped in shock. "Bu... But you're my brother..." he whimpered. "...kin aren't supposed..."

Levon dropped Jimmy Lee's left wrist and slapped him again. "Suck me!" he yelled.

Jimmy Lee gave a despairing whimper as he put his left hand to his brother's fly. He unzipped Levon clumsily and carefully slid his fingers inside, ready to pull away in a moment. Levon only growled. Jimmy Lee felt around the soft cotton of his brother's shorts. He soon found the fold and the softer fur within. The tent in Levon's trousers made it easy to find his cock. Jimmy Lee eased it out and looked at it; over years of sharing a room they were familiar with each other's packages, but now he looked closely. His brother was a little thinner than he was and significantly longer, well formed, even pretty. He reached in again and drew out Levon's sack, stroked the soft fur, felt the firm, little balls within.

Levon grabbed Jimmy Lee's hair and pulled his brother's face closer to his lap. "Suck me!" he growled again.

Jimmy Lee opened his mouth wide. He took his brother's cock in as far as he could, but his tongue found Levon's sack first. He licked under it as far as he could reach. Levon's tip pushed against the back of his mouth and he nearly retched. He gave up on his brother's balls and tasted his shaft instead. A little pee made it salty; the blood within made it warm. Jimmy Lee licked under, over and around the hot, hard shaft. He closed his mouth over it and sucked.

"Lick me," Levon said, lust pushing anger aside in his voice. "It feels better when you lick."

Jimmy Lee nodded and licked his brother. He concentrated on the underside. Levon's moans told him to lick mostly under the tip. Levon reached behind Jimmy Lee's head and pushed himself into his brother's mouth. Moaning and grunting, he rocked his hips, fucking his brother's mouth. Jimmy Lee pushed his tongue under Levon's cock, pressing it against the roof of his mouth, letting it slide in and out.

"...so good..." Levon moaned.

Then Levon started to whimper and rock faster. He moaned and thrust himself as far into his brother's mouth as he could. Hot, sticky, starchy cum spurted behind Jimmy Lee's tongue and he swallowed it. Levon whimpered at the press of mouth parts against him and spurted again. Jimmy Lee kept swallowing. He hugged his brother's back and scritched above his tail. At last Levon's flow ebbed. He let go of Jimmy Lee's right wrist and hair; he petted his brother's face instead. Jimmy Lee snuggled his brother's flagging cock.

"Jimmy," Levon moaned.

"I love you, Levon."

Levon looked up. "What?" He looked down at Jimmy Lee. "What did you do?" He took his penis and stuffed it back in his pants. "What did you do!" he cried. Jimmy Lee looked up, stunned. Levon grasped his cheeks. "What did you make me do!"

Levon slapped Jimmy Lee's face. He drew his fist and punched Jimmy Lee's nose. Screaming in terror, he dragged his younger brother to the creek. Jimmy Lee cried out and struggled, but Levon was stronger. He pulled Jimmy Lee to the creek, tripped him and pushed his head face-up into the water.

"Levon! No! Please!" Jimmy Lee screamed, desperately.

Levon knelt over Jimmy Lee and pushed his face under. Jimmy Lee gasped. He tried to snort water out of his nose, tried to wriggle free. Levon held tight. Jimmy Lee looked up at Levon, the terror in his eyes matching that in Levon's. Levon screamed again and pulled Jimmy Lee out. He slapped his brother's face, twice, three times, again. Jimmy Lee fought for breath. Levon pushed his head back under water. Jimmy Lee shivered, his eyes locked on Levon's. Levon stared back.

Levon cried out and let go of Jimmy Lee. He beat the creek bank with his fists, sobbing.

Jimmy Lee struggled out of the water, coughing and gasping. He scrambled clear of his brother as well as he could and sat staring at him.

"Levon," he panted, "why?"

"Shut up, Jimmy!" Levon sobbed. "Just shut the fuck up!"

Jimmy Lee stared at Levon, stunned and terrified, panting. Then his ears twitched, as did Levon's.

"Cars," said Jimmy Lee.

"Coming fast," said Levon.

"What if they heard in town already?"

"You go sit by the road 'n wait for 'em."

But when Levon turned to Jimmy Lee, he'd already started back into the trees.

"Where you goin'? Get out there 'n face 'em!"

"They might run me over!"

"That's your own fault, now get out on the road!"

Levon grabbed Jimmy Lee and shoved him towards the creek. Jimmy Lee jumped, landed on the opposite bank, scrambled up to the road and ran across it, into the woods on the other side.

"Jimmy! You come back here!"

Levon jumped after his brother and scrambled up onto the road, just as the cars rounded a corner and came into view. A police cruiser lead the way. Its siren sounded and its lights flashed at Levon. He tried to get to the woods, but the police car screeched to a halt beside him, trapping him in the middle of the road. Two other cars cut off his escape in front and behind. Men piled out of the cars and stood, menacing him, on the creek side. The sheriff grabbed Levon from behind, jerked him around and punched him in the nose. He punched again and again until Levon fell to the road, stunned. Then he stooped and grabbed Levon's collar and jerked his head up off the ground.

"Where's your brother, boy!" the sheriff roared.

Levon gasped and stammered. The sheriff punched again, hitting Levon's cheek hard enough to snap his head around.

"Where's your brother I said!"

"...ah... Ow... Woods..."

The sheriff bitch-slapped him, then yanked his jaw around. "Did your brother run off in the woods?"

"Yes! I tried to stop him..."

The sheriff let go of Levon, then stood and kicked him in the stomach. Levon curled up into a ball and three other men started kicking his ass and back. After a few kicks landed, the sheriff called for them to stop.

"Levon Starbird, I told your daddy and I'm telling you! You ain't welcome here no more! Get out of town and get soon or you'll be sorry! We don't want faggots in our town!"

Then the sheriff lead his men into the woods. Levon lay on the road among the abandoned cars, moaning and crying.

#

Levon limped home to find the same men beating the bushes around his house. His mother was sitting on the porch, holding an old shotgun in her lap, just watching them. He edged towards the porch, keeping out from between the men and his mother. The sheriff noticed him and whistled. He and a few of the others approached him. His mother coughed loudly and pointed the gun; not quite at them, but not away, either. The men stopped.

"Where's your brother, boy!" the sheriff demanded.

"Dirty, lil' faggot ran off into the woods!" Levon replied, walking more quickly towards the porch. "If he's not here, I don't know where he is!"

The sheriff touched the handle of his gun. Levon's mother coughed again; her shotgun was pointed right at him, although her hand was clear of the trigger.

"I think your brother's in the house!" he said instead. "You tell your momma to let us inside to search!"

"You drove off my husband," Levon's mother replied. "You've given me enough trouble for one day. You need a warrant to search my house and if you don't have one here then likely the judge won't give you one. I think it's time for you to leave now."

For a long moment, nobody spoke or moved. Finally one of the men looked up at the sky. "Sheriff," he said, "it's getting towards dark and we left those cars out on the road. It's a fair walk back from here. If you think we made our point..."

"Your boy Jimmy Lee's nothing but a faggot!" the sheriff interrupted. "I want you and your boys gone from here and soon! You understand me?"

"I hope to be following my husband just as soon as I can wrap up our affairs. I don't suppose he mentioned to you where he was going? He left in such a hurry and all."

The sheriff glared at Mrs Starbird for another long moment -- she glared back accusingly, the shotgun still aimed at him -- then he lead the men away towards the road. Levon hurried to the porch.

"Momma, what's goin' on?"

"Those men came while you were at that party. They claimed Jimmy Lee was there doing something he shouldn't have." Mrs Starbird paused, gazing out at the yard. Levon looked down. "They said he made that fox boy, Jefferson Faithless do wicked things."

"That ain't how it was. It was Jeff made Jimmy do those things."

"Then Jimmy must not have fought him very hard."

Levon looked away again.

"Your papa and I always knew there was something not right about Jimmy."

"Where's Papa?"

"Those men came and drove him away. They beat him and told him about Jimmy. Told him he'd better leave or else. So he took the car and the money from under the mattress. He left all three of us here."

"Is he coming back for us?"

"I don't... I don't know, son."

"What are we gonna do, momma?"

"I don't know." A car engine revved in the distance and she put down the shotgun. "We have to leave too, town's not safe any more. I hope your Papa will let us know where he is so we can follow. We'll have to sell the house, I don't suppose we'll get much for it. We won't be able to take much with us without the car. You'll be going to a new school in a new town..."

"Where's Jimmy?"

She looked at him at last. "You leave your brother alone! It's not his fault that he is what he is."

"Is he home?"

"He's inside, hiding. Leave him alone."

"Yes, Momma."

#

Levon went to his room. He took off his party clothes and looked at them; there were grass and dirt stains and a few blood spots. He put them in the hamper. He looked at the shorts he wore around the house, then lay on his bed in just his briefs. Unbidden, they started to tent.

"I had enough trouble with that today!" he growled and swatted at it, grunting and grimacing at the sharp pain that did nothing to take the tent down. Then he heard a tiny rustling above him. "Who's there!" he demanded.

"Levon?" a voice replied.

"Jimmy!" he growled, softly.

"Levon, is it safe now?"

He hesitated. "They're gone," he replied. "Momma says stay hidden a while longer. Even hides like a girl," he added in a grumble.

For a few seconds there was silence. Levon rubbed his face with one hand. He turned his head aside and rested it on his pillow.

"Levon?" (He grimaced again.) "I'm sorry." Jimmy Lee waited, but Levon didn't answer. "I was a fool today, I didn't know what I was doing but I did it anyway. I didn't even think how dangerous it might be." Again he paused; still Levon scowled at the wall. "I guess I didn't think at all." Jimmy Lee left another short silence. "It's just... He's so handsome, Levon! And he wanted me. Me! Of all the boys he could've had... I... I was kinda swept away by it. Like a tide, racing, just swept along by my feelings from one thing to another. Haven't you ever felt swept along, Levon?"

Levon glared at the ceiling, his teeth showing.

"...By a girl, I mean," Jimmy Lee added. He paused. "They beat Papa and drove him away," he whimpered. "How could they hurt him? He didn't do anything wrong! They wanted me, why did they hurt Papa?"

"Because he's a Starbird. You taint our whole family. The town wants all of us gone. Even if they'd got you, they'd still want all of us gone, too."

"That's not right!"

"No, it ain't right. I shouldn't have to suffer 'cause you're a faggot!" Levon rolled to his feet. "I ain't no faggot!"

Levon went to the bedroom window. He peered out at the small yard behind the house and the brush behind that. He opened the window and sniffed. He stood still and listened. Then he turned to Jimmy Lee's bed. He picked Jimmy Lee's clothes up off the floor and dumped them out the window. He pulled the sheets off the bed and started dumping them out, too.

"Levon? What are you doing?"

"When momma says you can come down, you're movin' to the shed. At least nobody's gonna say I sleep with a faggot!"

"But Levon, what if the men come back? I'll be right out where they can get me!"

"You deserve it. Me and momma don't." He finished throwing Jimmy Lee's things out the window in short order, then lay down again. "I need a knife," he muttered to himself. "A big, ol' knife to defend myself with, until I'm out of this old town. Gotta be a folding knife, so I can hide it in my pocket. But it has to open quick, like a punch in the face, to catch 'em by surprise! I'll keep it real sharp, too..."

#

The moon shone through the small window of an old tool shed beside the house. Its silver-blue light painted a shelf and the various cans on it in a beautiful, dangerous, magical glow. It left most of the shed dark.

Jimmy Lee curled up under the window where a casual glance wouldn't reveal him. He shivered; the night was chilly, but his blankets couldn't keep every little sound away. Some of it he knew; night birds, wind blowing through tree limbs and tall grass, little frogs calling. Now and then a sound came that he didn't know. All of it seemed so much louder out there than it had in the bedroom... in Levon's bedroom. He whimpered, just once and pulled the blanket over his head, still shivering.

Suddenly, he drew a sharp breath and held it, keeping as quiet as he could. There had been a sound that he couldn't identify, a brushing sound. When he'd whimpered, it had stopped abruptly. Jimmy Lee waited. The sound started again, but now it was coming nearer!

Something stepped up to the shed. Something sniffed at the door. Something sniffed at the window above him. Something spoke his name! Again... but it was only using his first name, not his full name. Would a hateful policeman do be so friendly?

"Who's there?" he whispered.

"Jimmy! It's me, Jeff Faithless! Are you in there?"

Jimmy Lee looked up at the window. He looked at the moon-lit shelf; a fox's silhouette stood out on it. He slowly knelt, hesitated, then stood and looked out. Jefferson Faithless looked back at him.

Jimmy Lee leapt the two feet to the door, undid his makeshift latch and pushed it open. At once he found himself in Jeff's arms, nuzzling under his chin.

"Jimmy, my God, what are you doing out here?"

"My rotten brother sent me out here. He said he didn't mean to sleep with me any more."

"Well that son of a gun! How could he do that to his own brother? Oh God, Jimmy, this is all my fault! I'm so sorry! I'll do anything I can do to help... I don't think anything could make it right now."

"It's not your fault, Jeff. I figure we were both kinda swept away. I sure didn't resist. Please Jeff, it frightens me when you upset yourself this way!"

"Well, Jimmy, you have quite a way with words! Swept away, that's just how it felt. Oh Jimmy, you're as pretty as a picture and sweet as cherry pie! I just can't help wanting you!"

"Jeff, you're the most handsome boy I've ever met! You're so strong and sure. I feel safe in your arms. Jeff..."

Jimmy Lee looked up into Jeff's eyes; deep amber, the moonlight made them black, his red fur grey. His breath was sweet and warm on Jimmy Lee's face.

Jimmy Lee tilted his head back and brushed his lips against Jeff's. Jeff slid the tip of his tongue between Jimmy Lee's lips, caressed his long, front teeth. Jimmy Lee opened his mouth and pressed his lips to Jeff's, sealed their mouths together. He licked Jeff's tongue. Jeff licked back, feeling Jimmy Lee's palette, the inside of his teeth, circling his tongue, slowly searching deeper.

Jimmy Lee started to choke. Jeff parted their mouths to let Jimmy Lee cough. Jimmy Lee looked up sheepishly. Jeff tilted the younger boy's head back, sucked his tongue until he had it deep in Jeff's mouth, pressed it down. Then he probed deeper, deep into Jimmy Lee's throat. He felt the boy swallow, felt his tongue being pulled down before Jimmy Lee started to gag again. Jeff broke the kiss and held Jimmy Lee close.

"You learn fast!" Jeff said. "With a little practice, you'll be able to swallow a cock."

"D-do I want to do that?"

"One of the nicest things you can do for a man!"

"Oh. Jeff? Do you want me to swallow your cock?"

The older boy smiled. "Let's start with you licking me." Then his smile faded into a guilty frown. "I wonder that you even want to look at me after what I did to you today."

"But I liked it! Even though it made me a bit sore in... places... And then those men came and beat up Papa and told us we have to leave! I never should have been a faggot and made those men mad at my family!"

"The men are not the issue here, Jimmy! ...also, Jimmy, faggot is not the preferred nomenclature. Gay, please.

"The issue is simple. I knew what I was getting you into and you didn't. I was older and stronger. I should've been responsible, but I wasn't. I failed, not you.

"But Jimmy, baby, there's nothing wrong with what we are. We don't hurt anything. We're just different, like a weenie and a hamburger. We're no better or worse than regular folks, we're just as worth respect and a good life..."

Jimmy Lee stopped Jeff's mouth with his own. He slowly circled his tongue around the older boy's. He felt Jeff's sheath growing against himself, felt his own cock rising. When he parted their mouths and nuzzled Jeff's neck, he was crying.

"Jeff... Please..."

"Jimmy, don't cry."

"I need you inside me, Jeff! Please!"

Jimmy Lee pulled at Jeff's shirt. Jeff undid his belt and pulled his shorts down. His cock was already wooden. Jimmy Lee knelt and kissed it, nuzzled it, licked it hungrily. He took it in his mouth and suckled. He petted Jeff's soft, furry sack, fondled the jewels within. Jeff murred aloud. He leaned against the shed wall, petting Jimmy Lee's ears with one hand as the younger boy adored his organ.

It was only a few minutes before Jeff pushed gently at Jimmy Lee's forehead. He showed Jimmy Lee a tube in his other hand.

"Put some of this on me. Use lots!"

He squeezed some gel into Jimmy Lee's paws. A mild cinnamon scent tickled the boy's nose. He lathered it thickly on Jeff's cock; Jeff smiled and murred again as he twitched in Jimmy Lee's hands.

"My goodness!" Jimmy Lee said. "What is this stuff?"

But Jeff didn't answer. He took Jimmy Lee's arm instead and helped him stand, then grabbed his hips and turned him. Jimmy Lee bowed and grabbed a shelf to steady himself as Jeff lifted his tail. He felt Jeff pressing his tail hole, then felt it getting warm as Jeff pushed a little bit into him. His little hole started to feel quite hot. Then he felt Jeff slip slowly into him and the heat spread inside. He moaned aloud. His own cock stiffened swiftly. Jeff's hands slipped under his arms and pulled him upright, pinned him in a full nelson hold. He gently bit the base of Jimmy Lee's throat.

Jeff slowly rocked his hips back, pulled out of Jimmy Lee's hole until only his tip remained inside. Just as slowly, he pushed back in again, then out once more. He let go of Jimmy Lee's throat and licked inside his ear.

"Now Jimmy," he whispered, "how are you doing with this? Am I hurting you badly? Are you feeling upset or excited?"

"I'm tingly all over," Jimmy Lee whimpered, "I'm all warm inside. Oh Jeff, please don't stop!"

"Okay, then. We'll keep going just like this."

Jeff pressed into him again. He started a slow rhythm in and out, nibbling Jimmy Lee's ears and throat as he did and murmuring little praises. Jimmy Lee twitched his tail and whimpered softly, whispering Jeff's name to encourage him. He stretched his belly to thrust back onto Jeff and take more of his cock inside. For a while they kept at this.

"Jeff, please," Jimmy Lee whimpered. "Go harder on me! Go faster!"

"All right, Jimmy. Let's dance!"

Slowly, Jeff picked up the pace. He nibbled a little harder up and down Jimmy Lee's throat. His thrusts, at first quiet, started making a soft slurp. He pressed up into Jimmy Lee and bounced or circled or wagged back and forth inside him before pulling out again, slower than his thrusts.

Jimmy Lee's cock swayed as he moved with Jeff, faster and wilder in their dark, carnal dance. Fragrant liquid started to drip from it, oozing back towards his tight sack, glistening in the moonlight. His soft whimpers turned to moans.

"...Jeff... Oh, Jeff!"

Jimmy Lee squeaked aloud. Bright cum flowed from his cock, shining in the moonlight. Jeff let go and caught it in his hands. He held Jimmy Lee's hips with his forearms, keeping himself deep inside. His palms filled with cum as Jimmy Lee caught a shelf again to hold himself up.

"Oh Jeff, I'm dying! I can feel my life leaving me! Hold me, Jeff!"

"La petit mort," Jeff chuckled. "Don't be afraid Jimmy. You're not dying. But never forget this orgasm, you'll never have a finer one."

Then Jeff started thrusting again, faster and harder than ever.

"Jeff?"

"Jimmy, hush baby, I haven't come yet!"

Jeff's thrusts became short and hard, pounding under Jimmy Lee's tail. Jimmy Lee relaxed in Jeff's grip, but grunted with each thrust. Then Jeff ground himself inside and grunted. Jimmy Lee felt hot cum flowing into him, pushing deep inside, filling him. Jeff panted and his grip loosened on Jimmy Lee's hips.

"How... How'd that... feel, baby?" he panted.

"I feel all full inside. It's wonderful, Jeff! But it's kind of crampy around my hole. Jeff, are you supposed to still be inside me?"

"It's my knot," Jeff replied. "It's something dogs and wolves and foxes have at the bottom of our cocks. 'Fraid we're tied together for a while. We can just sit together and talk a while 'til it goes down. First though, we got us a lovin' cup to drink!"

"A what?"

Jeff raised his cupped hands. There was quite a bit of cum in them. He held it near Jimmy Lee's face. It sat moist and glistening in the moonlight. The younger boy gave it a sniff and a dubious look.

"Oh, you're sure not to like it at first," Jeff said. "But you'll never acquire the taste if you don't start tasting it. Be a good boy for me now and lap some out of my hands."

Jimmy Lee sniffed again, turned his head and looked pleadingly at Jeff.

"Go on baby, it won't hurt you. Lap up as much as you can, just leave some for me. Go on."

Jimmy Lee started to raise a hand to his nose, then lowered it to his lap. He lowered his head as well and dipped his tongue into the puddle of cum. With a grimace, he started lapping at Jeff's hands. He managed to get about half of the fragrant slime into his mouth and swallow. Again, he turned to Jeff, who smiled back.

"Good boy, Jimmy! Now me."

Leaning over Jimmy Lee's shoulder, Jeff licked his hands clean. Then he gripped his young lover's hips and backed them towards the door, slid down it to a reclining position, Jimmy Lee deep in his lap. The mouse-rat boy turned in his foxy lover's lap as far as the knot would let him.

"Jeff? How long..."

But Jeff stopped Jimmy Lee's mouth with his own and kissed him passionately. He licked every corner of every tooth and back towards his throat, seeking and swallowing every last drop of Jimmy Lee's cum before breaking the kiss.

"How long before my knot goes down? Usually half an hour, give or take a bit." He stroked his lover's chest affectionately. "I think it'll be more like give in this case. You in a hurry?"

Jimmy Lee shook his head. "Do you have to go down before you can fuck me again?"

"You want more already?"

"I want as much of you as I can get, Jeff!" and he nuzzled under the older boy's chin.

"You truly are sweet as cherry pie." He gently scritched Jimmy Lee's chest and tummy. "Jimmy, there's a lot of things I need to tell you..."

#

The dawn was just kissing the horizon as the two boys splashed in the creek by the birches, bathing musk and stickiness from their fur. They caressed each other fondly with soapy hands, enjoying the water and the touch.

"I don't understand why your father wants to keep the sheriff and those men away from my family. Why is it his business even if they kill us all?"

"Scandal!" Jeff replied. "The law doesn't care if a poor family gets run out of town. But murder is a whole other thing. There has to be an investigation. Then my secret might get out and my family might be shamed. When you own the factory that provides most of the work in town, nobody wants that! I don't mean to brag Jimmy, just to show why you're safe for now. Father says he can only hold the sheriff off for a month, maybe less."

"That ought to be long enough. Momma doesn't want to stay here any longer than she can help. This town's no good for us any more."

"I wish you could stay, Jimmy. I wish I could have you with me forever."

"I wish you could come with us, Jeff! This town will never let you be yourself!"

"Oh, I'm not staying here. I'm going to finish high school, go away to college and never come back. May can inherit the business, or Lil' Robert for all I care. Anyway, we're not the only gay boys in town. You might be surprised how many of us there are!"

"How many?"

"Enough to have us our own little club. We meet on Tuesdays."

"What's it called?"

"The club doesn't have a name, that way we can't tell anybody who shouldn't know. I'll bring you. It's a great place and the guys are all friendly. You can learn what you need to know about meeting lovers and staying out of trouble. It's not just here, either. You can learn how to find this club in any town or city you happen to be in!"

"Can they help Momma get a fair price for the house?"

Jeff thought a moment. "Well, that is a nice place you have; lots of room, can't see in from the road, three or four inconspicuous ways in or out. The club might be able to use it." He smiled. "We'll see what we can do on Tuesday."

"Oh, Jeff!" Jimmy Lee threw himself into Jeff's arms and held him tight. "I don't care what anybody says, you're a kind man! I wish I'd known you sooner."

"I wish we didn't have to part! Where is your family goin', Jimmy?"

"Momma hopes to follow Papa, but we don't know where he went. He just took the car and took the money and went and didn't say anything. Momma isn't saying so, but I don't think she believes we'll ever find him again. She talked about her family... They live on the other side of the country, Jeff!"

"I see. Well what about after you graduate? I mean, are you going to finish school?"

"I'm going to finish school and go on to university. I don't care how I pay for it, I will somehow. I'm going to be..." Jimmy Lee hung his head. "I ought to be ashamed fooling myself like this. How am I ever going to get into university!"

"You could try to get a scholarship. Jimmy, listen. When you get where your momma takes you, send me a letter. There are secret ways to do it, you'll have to learn them before you leave. I'll let you know which college I'm going to, you try to get into it, too. We'll find a way for you to pay for it, never mind that for now.

"Oh no, look how late it is! Dawn already! I have to get back to my room before they miss me!"

"You'd better go, Jeff! I don't want you to be punished!"

Jeff blushed. "My father still takes me over his knee and uses his belt on me... Truth is... Jimmy, don't ever tell, but I kinda like when he does. I... get all hard... Oh, my fur's all wet, what'll I do about my clothes?"

"Run, Jeff! There's never any traffic on this road at this hour anyway! There's enough hedge outside your place to pull your clothes on, maybe your fur will be drier by the time you get there!"

Jeff caressed Jimmy Lee's face. "I could fall in love with you so easily. You're sweet and good and smart and..." He grinned broadly. "You're so sexy, Jimmy Lee Starbird!" Jeff kissed Jimmy Lee's nose. Then he picked up his shorts, shirt and shoes, climbed to the road and ran, his tail held high, his chiselled butt cheeks pumping.

Jimmy Lee watched Jeff run until he was out of sight. "Sexy!" he murmured. His left hand stroked his side, his belly, found a nipple and pinched it. His right hand strayed to his cock, which started to harden yet again. "I feel sexy! I like it, I want more!"

#

The dawn was just kissing the sky outside Maybelline Faithless's bedroom window, but nobody inside it had slept. The girls who'd been selected to attend the slumber portion of May's party had brought their night clothes, but none had bothered to wear them. They sat or lay on May's bed... more lay on the floor... watching a tape on her TV.

The tape showed two boys who were standing inside a shed, kissing each other passionately. The sound was off; the image was grainy, black-and-white and seemed to glow oddly, but it was very clear. The older boy, an athletic fox, was moving his hips away from his partner and shrugging his shorts off; he had nothing under them but an impressive erection. He tugged at his partner's shorts until they, too fell to the floor. He slipped a hand into the mouse-rat's briefs and rubbed his butt cheeks, then pushed the briefs off as well.

The older boy said something to his partner, who turned around and assumed The Position. The older boy opened a jar of lube and applied it to his junior, then pushed in his cock. His partner was shivering, stunned; it must have been his first time. Yet he started moving with the older boy, clearly enjoying the experience. The mouse-rat's own cock, shorter but thick, was soon flinging a trail of pre-cum back and forth.

May held a young mouse girl in her lap. As they watched the boys, she slipped two of her fingers, sometimes into the mouse's sex, sometimes into her own and made a few short thrusts before pulling out again. She licked one finger, then slid the other into the mouse girl's mouth and let her suck. The rest of girls were performing their own acts of lesbian foreplay as they watched the two boys in their carnal dance.

Another fox boy stood by May's side, yawning and looking stubbornly at the floor. "May," he said, "the sun's coming up! I'm tired, I want to go to bed!"

"Where is the tape that you made of the other shed, the one you saw Jefferson go into last night?"

He put a tape into May's hands. "I've been trying to give it to you for half an hour!" he complained.

"Did Jefferson catch you with father's movie camera?"

"No, May. I used a hole between two wall boards opposite the window. They were too busy with each other to notice me. Mrs Starbird looked in the window once..." (May giggled hilariously at that, making her mouse girl pant at the extra stimulation.) "...she didn't see me either. May I please go to bed now?"

"You may go," May replied. "Good night, Little Robert."

"Good morning, May."

Robert tried not to look at the naked girls or their forbidden acts as he picked a twisted route through them. A few reached up and fondled or pinched his butt cheeks as he passed until he finally made it out the door.

The boys on the screen kept up their dance. Suddenly they started at a noise towards the camera; surely they would see it now! But instead the camera was jerked away by an unseen force. There was a flash of images, then a few seconds of horribly bright, bouncing, sideways grass, then the image was replaced with snow.

"And we all know what happened then," said May. She pulled her finger from the mouse girl's mouth and leaned over to hand the tape to a girl nearer the TV. "Let's see what my brother did to that Starbird boy last night!"

One tape was ejected and the new one took it's place. The player hummed and clicked as it loaded.

"May," said the mouse girl, "what are you going to do with these tapes after the party?"

"Oh, I'm sure I'll find a use for them!" May replied. "And now Merrilee, I'd like you to lick my pussy, please."

"Yes May," the mouse girl replied. She stood from May's lap, took a moment to stretch, then knelt instead between the mistress's feet.

Copyright © 2010 Allan D Burrows, All Rights Reserved, except that Jimmy Lee Starbird ™ and Levon Starbird ™ are the property of Roochak Buzzard