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"The book was on the website. Why isn't it here?"

She had asked that at least... what, a hundred times now? Hershel was trying his best to answer her cooly and without an attitude, though that was getting harder with every passing iteration. He was behind the customer service desk, paws resting on the edge, trying not to fidget or express any more of his desire to slap this bitch across the face. His skunk tail was at full fluff behind him, a towering cloud of pitch black that drooped into a question mark shape at its tip. The rest of him was much smaller in stature, shorter even than the old biddy who saw him as an easy target for her wrath. With a gothic-themed outfit that included a black blazer, black pants, and a brass nose ring, he fit the mold of a meek millennial willing to be trampled without fighting back.

He was anything but. Fantasies of slapping this bitch across the face for her impudence clouded his mind. She was a possum, middle-aged and uptight, wearing her brown hair to her neck while a purse hung from her shoulder. She was short of wearing a MAGA hat and/or that Karen haircut Kate Gosselin made infamous. Her mouth sneered when she talked. Those eyes drilling into him did not so much as blink. Behind them was a brick wall, a staunch refusal to listen or understand anything that fell out of her privileged, middle-class understanding of the world.

Hershel's jaw was clenched. He kept his pink eyes trained on the woman, hoping that he could come off as just a little professional and not betray his utter loathing of her audacity. "Ma'am, I'm sorry, but it isn't here," he said calmly. "Just because it was available online doesn't mean we have it on location."

"The book said 'in store pick-up' on the site," she said, flashing her razor sharp teeth and flaring her whiskers. "It listed this location. Why can't I pick it up here?"

A sharp inhale flared his nostrils. "You have to order the book first, ma'am. They ship it to us and you can pick it up here." The tips of his claws pressed into the desk.

"Well, where is it now? Can I go there and get it? This is Books-a-Million for fuck's sake. Why isn't it here?"

Because we're not the fucking Library of Congress. Goddamn. "I'm sorry ma'am. We don't have it."

"Well can I order the book now?"

"Of course, but it probably won't be here until tomorrow or two days from now."

A groan croaked out of her throat, accompanied by a dramatic backwards throw of the head. "I need it now for my son's birthday. You can't do same day shipping?"

Bitch, you shouldn't have waited. Isn't your dumbass son's birthday the same every fucking year? "No ma'am, I don't think so."

"Oh for fuck's sake..."

My thoughts exactly, bitch.

"Let me talk to your manager."

Aaaaaaaaand there are the magic words! "Yes ma'am. I'll be right back." He turned his back on her, swooshing his enormous skunk tail out behind him. Fucking bitch. Gonna make me lose my goddamn mind. With his blood pumping so hotly, his body was becoming stimulated. There grew an intense pressure in his underwear and a sharp ache in his chest. Not now, dammit.

He found his boss, Derek, in his office. He was a short and stocky raccoon wearing small thick glasses. "Hey Hersh, what's up?"

"I got a lady at the service desk tearing me a new one because she doesn't know how the online seller works. Came here thinking we had a book in stock because it said 'in-store pick up' online. She asked to see you."

Derek's smile faded at once. "Alright. I'm coming."

"Thank God." Hershel led Derek back to the customer service desk where Mrs. Possum was waiting in front of it while tapping away at her phone, no doubt letting her husband know how hard of a time she was being given at the bookstore.

Derek came up behind the desk and flashed his best smile. "Hi! I'm Derek. I'm the manager here. What can I help you with?"

Hershel stood behind him, his arms crossed in front of his chest, watching the exchange in bitter silence. The woman continued her tirade. Derek listened carefully, nodding along and explaining things the best he could. Hershel felt the urge to shake his head. Not gonna work, he thought. Bitch is too stubborn.

By some miracle, Derek was able to talk her out of her fury. She was nodding to his explanations and saying "OK" instead of biting at him and asking more nonsensical questions. It only pissed Hershel off worse. What the fuck did I do any differently? I said all the same shit. The possum lady actually thanked Derek and then stormed off, her shoes clopping on the carpet as she went through the door. Hershel shook his head and swore under his breath. "Un-fucking-believable."

Derek turned around and gave him a sympathetic look. "Hey, you alright?"

Hershel's chest was on fire and his crotch felt like a brick was sitting on it. He realized how tightly his jaw was wound and that his face was hot. He took a deep breath and relaxed, at least a little. "Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine, I guess."

Derek didn't believe him. "Hey, you did a good job. Some people come in and wanna make a scene. You handled it pretty good from what I saw."

"Not as good as you," Hershel said, keeping his arms crossed in front of his chest. "I swear I said and did the exact same things you did and she just didn't listen to me." It's because I'm young and different. A Karen like her sees me and thinks society is crumbling. Uptight bitch.

"I'm sorry, Hershel. Don't dwell on it too much. You wanna go home?"

Hershel looked surprised. "Really?"

"Yeah. I know that was rough. Today's slow. I can cover you."

Hershel shifted his arms. "Yeah, that sounds good. I might. I think I'll take a break and think on it, if that's OK."

"Of course it is. You can stay on the clock, just let me know if you're leaving."

"Yeah, no problem. Thanks."

"Forget about it."

Hershel spun on his heels and made a beeline for the men's room. He kept his arms crossed the entire way, all the way up to opening one of the stalls and locking himself inside. He was the only person in there. He let out a grunt. "Fuck..."

His arms uncrossed from his chest. Underneath his blazer was a white button up shirt. Shrugging the blazer off revealed two lumps over his chest. Dotting them was the jut of his nipples. They fell in the center of darkened wet spots that rendered the fabric see-through. He fondled his swollen moobs and bit his lip. Fuck, that was rough. He unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it down his arms. His pecs were swollen over by apple-sized breasts. At their peaks were candy pink nipples whose milky contents were bleeding from the ducts.

"Fuck... Goddamn." Laying his paws back over them revealed how sensitive they were. Years of milking himself at home with breast pumps had turned them into quite the productive pair. All it took was a moment of excitement or anxiety to get them going. That Karen did the trick, turning his beady teats into a pair of faucets.

He pressed into them with the tips of his two fingers. His jaw fell open with a sigh. The pressure on his loins intensified, making him blush. He unbuckled his belt and then undid his fly so that he could pull his pants down to his knees. Hugging the nubby shape of his penis were some lady's underwear, frilly and purple. He pulled them down too, just to his mid-thigh.

There was his manhood, or at least what was left of it. At its most erect, it was modest in size, nothing to be ashamed of. Here, however, it was choked within a coffin of purple-colored steel that glinted in the ceiling light above him. The cage's shaft tube was only two inches long, slitted at its apex for his pizzle hole. The lock was tiny, barely the size of his thumbnail. It hung from the tube's hilt which was attached to a steel cuff that went around the root of Hershel's scrotum. His balls were shoved into the skin, stretching it into a fuzzy, black plum shape.

He picked his package up to look down the tube slit. He could see the very tip of his cock. It was a soft pink, held in place by that girly shackle. Recent events had excited him, making it swell into those ungiving walls and making the skin redder with the blood that was trying to flood it. From the slit seeped a very thin but shiny film of precum that had filled the entire cage and wetted it. The very root of his penis and everything that surrounded it was moist from his arousal. The pressure was starting to be too much.

"God dammit. Hahhhhh..." Hershel sat down on the toilet seat. He cupped his manhood in one paw while the other fingered his nipple. Fluids seeped from them both, flattening the fur on his trunk and the fuzz around his man purse. His face felt like it was in an oven. When he touched the tip of his finger onto the cage slit and pulled it back up he brought with it a slimy strand of precum that fell apart and drooped to the tiled floor below.

He bit his lip. He'd lost track of the date since he'd first put the cage on. For at least half a year he'd been struggling with it, adding a seminal burden to his loins that demanded release on a daily basis. It would be quenched eventually, but not before several instances of being tortured publicly by a self-inflicted need to cum his brains out. With his pecker restrained, he was resigned to cumming hands-free, something he excelled at given his inflated reserve of sex toys and gadgets. He also had a roommate who liked to help, but Hershel tried not to think about him right now.

As good as it felt, fingering himself alone in the bathroom wasn't going to help him any. With an opportunity to go home early, it was best that he take it and relieve some of this stress. Hell, after today's trauma, he thought he'd earned a release from his cage for a more proper session of self-pleasure. Maybe it was about time he gave his pecker a break.

He collected himself with a deep breath and wiped himself clean with some toilet paper. He put his clothes back on and tugged his blazer around his torso as if nothing was out of the ordinary. After walking out of the bathroom he calmly informed Derek that he would be going home.

"Alright, man. Take it easy. You enjoy the rest of your day."

"Oh, I will," said Hershel. "Don't you worry."

He headed out the door and got into his car, an old, beige Toyota Camry. Driving to his apartment was no easy task, not when his stymied erection continued to rage inside of his pants. He started to lactate some more. Trickles of milk seeped down his trunk, tickling his fur and making his fur bristle. Hitting a red light was agony. The urge to gun it the rest of the way was strong, but had to be ignored. A large part of his family worked as police, including his dad and older brother. Getting pulled over for any reason, whether it was by one of them or not, meant he'd never hear the end of it. So he took his journey home slowly and carefully, though not without making a rolling stop at every stop sign he passed.

He pulled into the parking lot in front of his complex. Looking around he couldn't see his roomie's truck. Good. He speedwalked inside and rode the elevator to his floor, praying that nobody would enter and find him in such an antsy state, his chocolatey skunk odor saturating the air like a humidity. The doors slid open on his floor. He zoomed the rest of the way to his apartment, unlocked the door, then walked inside.

The place was small, only one bedroom and bathroom, though he had to share it with his boorish roommate. At the moment there was a clot of dirty dishes clogging the sink, probably attracting ants. The hardwood floor was dusty and there were empty beer cans lining the floor in front of the sofa in the living room. Herschel grimaced at the sight of it. I gotta say something about this today.

But first there was business to take care of. He closed the door behind him and made a beeline for the bedroom. It was in a similar state as the rest of the apartment, albeit only on one half. There were two twin beds, one on opposite sides of the room. To the right was a chaotically strewn heap of wrinkled jeans, shirts, and sheets. Metal band posters were taped to the walls. A tall glass bong stained with resin sat on the counter amongst a bunch of phone chargers and necklaces. On the other wall was a much neater bed where the clothes were all folded in their dresser and the sheets were militarily crisp. Can you guess which side was Hershel's?

He closed the door behind him, softly this time. He might have been alone, but habit kept his movements slow and stealthy. The key was in his dresser and so were his many toys. He went up to it and slid open the top drawer. Greeting him was a platoon of neatly packed black socks. They were taken out two at a time and set on the floor so that they could be put in the exact same place when Hershel was done. He was anal in that sort of way.

Then he came to an abrupt stop. He was holding two socks, one in each paw. Staring down into the drawer he saw the featureless, wooden bottom. There was no key, at least not where he had left it last. He put the socks down and pulled out more socks, now at a more hurried pace. He revealed more of the drawer's floor, but no key. Panic started to grow in his chest, driving him to scrape his claws through his socks and send them tumbling out. Organization be damned, he had to find the key. Oh, come on! It's in here, I know it!

But it wasn't. The last sock bounced off the floor, leaving the drawer totally empty. "Fuck!" He closed it and opened the second drawer, the one with his underwear. They were in three separate stacks which he pulled out one by one. They weren't the only things in there. Joining them were some of his favorite toys. From left to right he had a remote control vibrating plug, a pink plastic dildo, some beads, and a rubber cock sleeve. Absent was the key to his cage. He growled under his breath. "No, no, no! Come on!"

That drawer was slammed shut. The one beneath it was opened, his shirt drawer. At the bottom were his restraints. A pair of fuzzy handcuffs clinked when he shoved them to the side. His leather whip rattled and the ballgag bounced off the wooden wall. There was a brief flash of hope in his heart when he saw a tiny, stainless steel key, though it was quickly dashed when he realized that it was just the key to his handcuffs.

He could have searched the remaining drawers, but he didn't keep anything lewd in there nor remembered using it to store the key. Desperation made him pull it all the way out, not to search it, but to look through the entire dresser and see if the key had somehow fallen to the floor. In just a few curt yanks he had all five drawers in a stack, leaving the dresser a bare skeleton with its racks empty. Bringing his face up to the slots he could see the rug beneath. There was no key.

"Fuck!" With a mad groan he slammed the drawers back into place. Double checking each one for the key yielded no results. It wasn't worth bothering to put everything back into place, not while he was so heated. He backed up to his bed and sat down, just to think for a moment. Alright. Where could it be? Where did I see it last? In the sock drawer, of course. He had kept it there ever since he first put the chastity cage on. What could've moved it? The socks?

That was the only logical explanation. Maybe he pulled a sock out and somehow brought the key with it? He hurried back to the drawer and frantically began strip searching each pair of socks one at a time, hoping that his fingers would feel an ungiving lump of cold brass. No such luck. He double checked the surrounding rug and beneath his bed. The flashlight on his phone was turned on so that maybe it would catch a glint of something. Again, nothing.

He wasn't totally without hope. Even if the key was lost forever, he could buy replacements online from the retailer who sold it to him. That wouldn't arrive until a week later, however, and he needed some release immediately. His nipples were leaking again, creating two streaks in his shirt that sagged from his tits to his beltline. He could feel how soggy his panties had become. They were starting to chafe against his skin, inflaming it. It felt as though his penis was no longer just restrained but jammed into a vat of chemicals. No, a week simply wasn't going to cut it.

He rubbed his paws down his face, peeling the bottom lids off of his eyes. His gaze came to his roommate's bed. It was appalling to look at, but it gave him a thought. What if it was over there? Their stuff had gotten mixed up before. They shared a laundry which often led to accidental mismatches. If one of Hershel's socks could've somehow picked up the key and been put in his roommate's stuff, then maybe it was over there?

It was a stretch, a long one at that, but the best chance Hershel had. He got up from his bed and went to the other side of the room, straight into a cloud of funk that made his pink nose crinkle and his head recoil. Jesus, and people say skunks smell bad. Hershel might have had his chocolate smell, but his roommate was several times more foul. At least chocolate could be seen as pleasant. What Hershel was smelling right now was anything but. It rose from the sheets and his jeans like a steam, suffusing with the bedroom air. Hershel kept dozens of air fresheners around his side of the room to ward off the foulness. He remembered giving them to his roommate as a birthday present, hoping he would use them. He did, but in his car.

Hershel pulled his collar over his nose and started pulling up clothes. There were socks, jeans, shirts, and underwear scattered in various places. He stayed clear of the underwear, praying that his roommate at least had the decency to clean them before putting them back on. He pulled at the comforter to see if anything was underneath it. A body-sized depression was sunken into the mattress with the sheet on top of it darkened and wrinkled by years of sweat. The smell was at its worst here, permeating Hershel's shirt mask and making him gag.

"Eckh..." He flopped the comforter back over the mattress, hoping he would never have to uncover it again under any circumstance.

Click-ick.

Herschel gasped and spun towards the door. There was another click of the front door closing. He heard the clink of keys being put down on the counter followed by heavy footsteps. His roommate was home.

"Fuck!" Hershel looked over at his roommate's bed. He had tossed the clothes over onto the floor, something that wouldn't go unnoticed. Panic soared in his chest. What was on the bed? What did I take off the bed??? There was no time to remember. The footsteps were coming towards the bedroom door. Without any more thought, Herschel launched himself onto his bed and skurried under the sheets.

The door swung open. There was Gus, Hershel's roommate and "lover", if that was an appropriate term. He was a giant, well over six feet tall and built like a tank. His beefy, white paws dwarfed the doorknob as he held it. The broad rat ears on his head scraped the top of the door frame when he walked through. He had to tilt his body just so his broad shoulders would make it. A huge, red T-shirt was draped over his gut, hanging in front of his belt like a curtain. Swelling it further were his massive pecs. His jeans were bleached and torn while the boots on his feet were weathered by mileage.

He came to an abrupt stop once he spotted Hershel in his bed, bundled up beneath his sheet like he had a cold. The two men locked eyes for a moment. Gus's beady nose twitched. "Well, hey there," said the rat. "Whatchu doin' home so early?" He spoke with a deep and lazy southern draw.

"Um..." Hershel blinked. It occurred to him that he was fully dressed beneath the covers, shoes and all. "Had a rough day at work. Boss let me go early."

"Oh damn, that sucks. At least yer home." He stepped the rest of the way through. A long, segmented worm tail followed him. He looked over at his bed. Immediately he frowned, dropping an anvil of dread on Hershel's gut. "You been doin' somethin' in here?"

"I mean..." Hershel cleared his throat. "Yeah. Taking a nap."

Gus cocked an eyebrow at him. "Oh yeah? You seem awfully awake for someone nappin'."

"You woke me up."

"Yeah, but I still think you'd look tired." He looked back at his bed. It was obvious he thought something was wrong. There was a screeching silence that hung between them. He didn't accuse Hershel of anything, however. Not yet. "So uh... What happened at work? You alright?" Gus asked as he waltzed over to his bed and sat on the edge. The bed frame creaked loudly beneath his weight. He sat facing Hershel with his legs open, stretching the denim taut around his inner thigh.

"Um, yeah. Just had a run in with a Karen. Got mad at me for not having a book she needed."

"Ooh, what'd she say?"

"Just was a bitch. Groaning and rolling her eyes. Looking at me like I was the anti-christ."

Gus snorted. "Well, you sure fit the bill."

Hershel laughed awkwardly. "Yeah, I guess."

Gus stood up from his bed and came over towards Hershel who watched with eyes widened by panic. He loomed over the skunk, pouring over him that ratty man smell. "You weren't napping when I came in here, were you?" His voice was not harsh or accusatory. It was low and calm, which was even scarier.

Hershel just stared up at him, his pink eyes and nose looking bright amidst his onyx face. No point in lying. "No. I wasn't."

"You were looking through my stuff, weren't ya?"

Hershel gulped and pursed his lips. "Yeah."

Gus nodded. "Mmm, and what was it you were looking for?"

"Do you want me to be honest?"

"It's the best policy."

"Yeah, um... It was the key to my cage."

A big ol' grin split Gus's face. "Oh yeah? You think I got it?"

"No... I didn't. I was just looking for it. It's not in my drawer."

"So you thought it'd be in my stuff."

"No. I mean yeah... Fuck, I don't know."

"Hey, don't worry about it. Ain't no big deal. I'll help you find it. You horny as hell, ain't ya?"

Hershel's face grew hot. "Yeah, kinda."

"'Kinda' my ass. You didn't bundle up for nothing. Come on." He grabbed at the comforter bundled up beneath Hershel's chin. "Lemme see."

Hershel resisted at first, not letting his fists let go of the cover. Of course, even with both arms he had no chance of stopping Gus, not when he wanted to see the skunk in his nudity. The cover came down, revealing the fully dressed skunk and his milky shirt. A small dark spot sat on the very forefront of the crotch of his pants.

Gus looked surprised. "Well shoot! You could've at least taken your clothes off first."

"Yeah, yeah, I know." Hershel pushed the cover the rest of the way off. No point in hiding anything anymore. "I heard you coming and I panicked."

"What, afraid I'd do somethin' to ya for lookin' through my stuff?"

"Yeah, kinda."

Gus chuckled. "Don't worry. Like I said, I don't care. Although, looking at you now I think I'm gettin' an idea or two."

Hershel stayed still, looking up at his spontaneously horny roommate. He sighed. "Yeah, I bet you are."

"Lemme see that cage, boy."

There was a flutter in Hershel's chest. His love and hatred of being called that was equal. He unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down to his knees, leaving his wet panties around his hips. Those came down too, revealing his frilly chastity cage. It was covered in a thickish film of precum. The smell wafted out and hit Gus in the face, making his nose twitch.

"Ooooooh, raring to go, ain't ya?" He cackled. "Been like that all day?"

"Yeah, almost." Hershel sat up and waggled his peen in its cage. It felt slimy against his finger. "Kinda had a mini-breakdown with that Karen. I guess it made me kinda excited."

"Yeah, I can see that," Gus said hungrily. His eyes had not left Hershel's cock since he took his pants down. "That bitch said some mean things and made you all gooey, eh?"

Hershel looked away shyly. "Yeah, I guess."

"Awwww..." Gus sat down on the bed, threatening to crush it beneath his weight. Hershel cringed, secretly hoping he would get the fuck off. Gus laid a giant paw on Hershel's thigh, creating a ripple of electricity that fluffed his skunk tail out. "It's alright. She ain't here no more. How about I make you feel better? Take the pressure off your little willy for ya?"

Hershel inhaled sharply. His penis throbbed in its shackle. "I mean... I wanted to take the cage off first."

"I know you did." Gus took his other paw and fondled Hershel's nuts with just two of his fingers, making the skunk blush. "But it looks like you're all locked up for now. Why not let me take care of things the way we usually do?" He rolled the tips of his fingers into a sweeping circle around Hershel's fleshy bundle.

His face was on fire. "Y-yeah... OK. That sounds nice."

Gus cracked a snide grin. "Damn right it does, sweetheart."

Gus's paw slid from Hershel's groin and up his shirt. It splayed across his belly, forming an outline in the fabric. "Why don't you do daddy a favor and take this silly thing off for me?" he asked in a tone mixed with sensuality and authority.

"Y-yes sir..." He grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it over and off his head. His nipples were still leaky. The fur surrounding it was flattened to his skin by the milk.

Gus whistled. "My my. Look at this." He slid his paw over one of Hershel's tits and fingered the teat. "You're milkin' up a storm."

Ripples of pleasure ached through Hershel's chest. He squirmed. "Nnnn, I know."

"Why don't I get more acquainted with 'em?" Before Hershel could respond Gus stood up from the bed and faced it. He unbuttoned his jeans and opened the fly so that he could pull his pants and underwear down. They came down his blubbery legs with a whisper, revealing a massive, semi-erect penis hanging beneath his belly. It was a bright, fleshy pink, run through by an assortment of blue veins from root to tip. With its unveiling came a wallop of raunchy man smell that pummeled Hershel in the face. He flinched to the side with a grimace.

"Aww, don't be like that," said Gus. He held his obese pecker in one paw and stroked it. "I smell like roses and you love it."

He was half right, at least. He most certainly did not smell like roses, but by God did Hershel love it. He took a deep breath, siphoning all that funk into his lungs. Coming straight from the source and not his bedsheets turned it into the finest of aromas, one that made his peen ache inside of its cage.

"Yeah, I do," he said, almost whimpering.

"Yeah, that's right." Gus kicked his knee back onto the bed and climbed on, once again straining the bed on its foundation. He swung one leg over Hershel's torso so that he could sit on his belly, squeezing the wind out of him.

"Hooooo..." wheezed Hershel. Gus's ass was right on his gut. The nuts were on his sternum with that fat hog slung over top of them. The tip was halfway out of the foreskin. Hershel could make out each and every vein as it stood inches in front of his face. The smell poured across his snout, singeing the inside of his nostrils.

"Hey there, pretty~" cooed Gus. He pulled his shirt off his rotund belly, revealing a cavernous navel. "Go ahead and give me a squeeze for a second so I can play with those tits properly."

Hershel's face was ablaze. "Yes sir..." He brought his paws around and formed a two-pawed grip on the shaft. It burned against his pawpads. Gus's heartbeat bounced at a steady rhythm, picking up when Hershel started stroking him. He went from head to hilt, rolling the foreskin off his glans and enticing more blood into that hellacious pole.

"Mmmmmmm," purred Gus. "That's a good boy. You got soft paws."

"Thank you, sir."

"You gonna suck it?"

Hershel looked up at him hopefully. "I wanted to, yeah."

"Good boy. You're gonna, but first let daddy fuck them tits."

"Yes sir. Can I lick it to get it hard?"

Gus shone a hideous smile. "Go right on ahead."

"Yes sir. Thank you, sir."

"Don't thank me, just lick it, sissy."

"Nnnnn..." Hershel held the shaft up and did as he was told. His tongue blepped free and made a tiny lick on Gus's cock slit. It was marinated in a saline, metallic smell. More of it was stained across the helmet and inside of the foreskin. Hershel swung his tongue around it, leaving no portion untouched. The foreskin came back with a tug, wrapping over the tip of Hershel's tongue. It began orbiting the flare of Gus's glans, absorbing every micron of that precious dick taste.

"Mmmmmmmm, that's nice. Mmf. Gettin' stiff already." It wasn't much longer until Gus was at full staff. The bottom of his cock head rested on Hershel's bottom lip. He kept the tip in his lips and suckled it gently. His eyes were closed, lost in the bliss of taste, smell, and submission. "Alright, that's enough." Gus pushed him away by his forehead. "Think I'm about ready to see them little boobies."

Hershel licked his lips, a look of hurt on his face. "Ahh... Yes sir."

Gus slid himself back so that the head of his cock fell in the center of Hershel's cleavage, right atop the sternum. He laid his paws on Hershel's breasts, making the skunk moan. "Hehe, sensitive, eh?"

"Yeah..." whimpered Hershel.

"Heh, good." He mushed the two breasts together, sandwiching his cock between them. He bit his lip and exhaled through his nose. "Fuck, that's nice. Soft, real soft." He dragged his ass back across Hershel's tummy, sliding his dick down the crevice of soft skunk breast before he thrusted forward, gliding the head up Hershel's throat. "Yeeeeeeaaaaah... Oh, I like that. Mmmm..."

Hershel's maw was open, letting out a few embarrassed huffs. His feet, still in their shoes, squirmed themselves together and scraped the heels against the sheet. His paws were on Gus's thighs, squeezing pawfuls of furry blubber. Breathing was hard with all of that weight on him. He could feel Gus's muscles at work, mainly the gentle clenching of his giant glutes. His cock was hot on his chest, sliding up the inner flanks of Hershel's chest and past his collar. From the slit there seeped some precum, glistening around the glans and wetting Hershel's fur. The smell was more acrid than anything else. Hershel sniffed absorbed more of it than his fuzzied brain could handle at once. His cock raged inside of its cage, letting out its own flow of precum that fell from the cage slit and fell on his balls.

"Mmhmm, sniff that up, sissy boy. Makin' you horny, ain't it?"

"Mmmmmmmmm... Yeah..."

"Hehe, I can tell. Want daddy to take care of that for you?"

A desperate hiss squirted through Hershel's clenched teeth. "Yeah..."

"Yeah, just checkin'." Gus continued fucking Hershel's chest in long, deep strokes. His fingers mushed the tits in a circle, stimulating them and himself. "Fuck... Do me a favor. Open that pretty mouth of yours and let daddy inside."

Herschel thought he'd never ask. "Yes sir." His mouth fell open and Gus capitalized, grabbing a fistful of Hershel's hair and yanking it towards him so that Hershel's chin was glued to his collar. Gus grabbed his cock, scooted forward, and slid it right down Hershel's mouth. "Ulfff..." grunted the skunk.

"Mmmmmmmm, yeah~" Gus sighed through his nose. "That's nice. Real nice. Look at me."

Hershel's eyes were scrunched closed. He was struggling with the curt yank on his hair and the fat, sweaty rat that was sitting on him and penetrating his mouth, an arduous combination. He managed to flutter his eyes open and peer up at Gus with those pink irides. To Hershel he appeared as a giant, while Hershel felt so, so small.

"Yeeaaaah, real pretty. Hold them tits together for me."

Hershel put his paws on his breasts and squished them around Gus's pillar.

"Good boy." Gus laid his beefy paw over Hershel's scalp and pushed back on his head before jerking it back. Hershel's lips slid up and down the top quadrant, more than enough to please it. "Mmmmm, fuck. Got a sweet mouth on ya. Mmhmm." He humped in rhythm with his pulls, dimpling his chunky ass and grinding Hershel into the mattress.

All Hershel had to do was lie there and take it, but he made sure to put in his own work. He rubbed his bitty melons along Gus's shaft as far as he could bring them. His lips were glued to the circumference, milking Gus for every bit of pleasure and precum that he could draw. There was a lot of the latter, all of which Hershel swallowed greedily. His own bodily product was oozing from him at a continuous rate, both from his nipples and out from his cage.

Throughout it all he whimpered with delight. "Mmmmm... Mmmm... Mmmmmm~"

Gus drew his thrusts out longer, batting his cock head into the greater depths of Hershel's maw and painting it with his cock juice. "Haaaaahhh... Fuck... That's a good boy... Like sucking daddy's dick like that?"

Hershel managed a weak "Mmmhmmm."

"Yeah... Mmm... Daddy likes it too. Daddy's gonna cum soon, y'hear? You gonna eat it up?"

"Mmmmmmmm..."

"Fuckin' right, you will." Gus's face began to contort into a snarl. He thrusted harder and faster, rocking the bed beneath him. "Ah shit... Ahhhhhhh, I'm cumming! Yeah! Haaaaahhhhhhhhhhh~!" Suddenly he drew backwards, yanking his cock out of Hershel's mouth. He sat upright, let go of Hershel's head, then started tugging on his foreskin rapidly. "Open up!"

Hershel didn't need to be told. His maw was wide open, pink little tongue lolling out, ready to catch everything his master dished.

He dished a lot. "Huuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhh~~~!!!" The first rope shot out like a cannon, smacking Hershel's palate and then plopping into the back of his throat. Hershel flinched and almost gagged, but he was able to relax and prepare for the following shots. He closed his eyes. The lids twitched with excitement. The following spurts landed elsewhere in his patiently opened maw, most of all his tongue which accumulated a small puddle of pearlescent love nectar which Gus unloaded in a series of sharp spits and dribbles. He stopped jerking only when the last bit of cum fell out as loose ooze. By the time he was done he'd completely painted the inside of Hershel's glistening pink mouth. Spindles of his seed were strung between the teeth. A thick strand of it oozed down the ribbed roof of his mouth and down into his gullet.

"Whooooooo..." sighed Gus. His paw came off his penis which was starting to droop. "Now be a good boy and swallow that up for daddy."

Hershel obeyed with one, hearty gulp. He felt his master's warmth slither down his throat and plop into his tummy. He opened his mouth again to show that the deed was done in full.

"That's a good boy. Whew. Daddy liked that."

"Thank you, sir. I liked it too."

"Yeah, I bet you're real horny right now, eh? Even worse?"

Hershel nodded. "Mmhmm, my cage is all gooey."

"Oh yeah?" Gus reached back and fingered Hershel's prick. "Oh yeah. It sure is. Why don't I take care of that for ya?"

Hershel nodded emphatically. "Please."

"Alright. Let's get up." Gus swung his leg off Hershel and stood back on the floor, letting the bed frame settle back into shape with a creak. He peeled his shirt the rest of the way off and started rubbing his now flaccid penis. "Gonna be a minute 'til I'm hard again. Think some playtime is in order."

Hershel sat up. With Gus's immensity off from him, he felt incredibly light. The milk that had pooled around his chest slid down his trunk. "Yeah, me too."

"Take the rest of them clothes off. Ain't no fun fuckin' with your boots on. Or hell, maybe it is. I don't know. Just get naked for me."

"Yes sir." Hershel yanked his shoes off and stripped the rest of his clothes, leaving him as nude as Gus sans his slimy chastity cage.

"Awesome, now bend over the side of the bed for me."

"Yes sir." He scooted to the edge of the mattress where he slid his legs over and rolled onto his tummy so that he could bend over. He presented Gus with his small but plump hind end. He kept his thighs closed and tucked his nuts through. They poked out from behind him, a chunky bundle of black man fruit choked together by the pink, metal band of his cage. His enormous skunk tail fell across his back, forming an enormous plume of furry darkness that blanketed his torso. He peeked his head around his shoulder, looking back at the hunky rat who was admiring the view. He gave his ass a slow wiggle. In a soft tone he asked, "Is this good?"

Gus was grinning like an idiot. "Yeah, it sure is, but I think there's some things we can do to make it even better." He walked over to Hershel's dresser and opened the drawer containing all the toys and restraints. He dug his paws inside and produced a fuzzy-pink pair of handcuffs and a black leather collar that hung on the end of a leash. They dangled from his pinched fingers while a nasty smile rode his face. "Been a while since we busted these bad boys out. What'dya say?"

Hershel giggled behind his paw. "I say tie me up, daddy."

Gus cackled. "Good~"

He sauntered over, feet thumping on the carpet. His enormous frame loomed behind the effeminate skunk while he reached for his wrists and pulled them to his back, above the floofy skunk tail. The cuffs went on with a loud click-ick! Hershel felt their soft, fuzzy rings dig into his wrists. When he pulled at them they did not give. While he squirmed his arms against the restraints Gus took the collar and looped it around his neck. Gus stood up and pulled the leash. It went taut with a faintly audible snap.

Hershel's head came whipping back. Out from his fallen jaw came an erotic choke. His eyes rolled into his head. Every breath was shallow and raspy. The pleasure in his little peen was already starting to escalate. Gus wound the last bit of length on the collar around his fist and clenched it hard.

"That's a good little skunk," he growled. "That's how daddy likes it." He dug his thumb into Hershel's ass crack and pulled one haunch aside. There was his pucker, a bright pink star amidst a canyon of pitch black. Not far away were his nuts and imprisoned willy, the end of which drooled a long strand of viscous precum. "Fuck yeah~" huffed Gus. He fell to his knees, bringing himself eye level to Hershel's backside. His snout fell into that hot, quivering crevice, landing the nose right on Hershel's tailhole.

It sent a lightning bolt up Hershel's spine. "Hahhh! Hahhh! Ahhhh~" His entire lower body went into severe jitter, jiggling the buttocks around Gus's face. The rat helped himself to a series of deep whiffs, absorbing that skunky chocolate smell he loved so much. It swept up his snout and inflated his lungs, intoxicating him.

"Mmmmm~" He blepped his tongue out on Hershel's pucker, making him gasp sharply. He followed it with another soft lick, then another, then a gentle nibble. He would jab his tongue at the taut, wrinkled flesh, causing it to tweak and quiver. Between every other lick was a large, open-mouthed inhale of that lovely stench, washing over his senses like a flood.

Hershel could hardly stand it. While the sensations were centered around his tail hole, it radiated throughout him like a perpetual shockwave, turning him into a trembling, whimpering mess. He would've been even louder if not for the collar still pulled against his throat, strangling off his voice into something even more pathetic than it had been. Besides his hole which bore the brunt of Gus's tongue lashing, his package felt it the worst, turning the flow of cock juice into something constant.

Gus pulled his face free with an airy gasp. His tongue lolled from his open jaws maniacally. Spit was smeared across his lips and inside of Hershel's cheeks. The taste was imprinted in his mouth like a pleasant burn. "Ahhhhhhh, fuckin' awesome." He stood up, leash still firmly in his grasp. His cock was fully erect again, bearing a slight ache, but nothing that would stop it from round two. Before he got to that part, Gus wound his paw back and slung it across Hershel's ass.

Smack!

"Ahhh!" squealed the sissy.

"How's that, huh? You ready to get fucked, little girl?" His paw reeled back again.

Smack!

"Ahhh! Yes..."

Gus tilted his ear towards him. "Yes who?"

Smack!

"Nnnn! Yes sir! Huhhhhh..."

"That's goddamn right you are."

Smack!

"Ahhh~!"

Gus repositioned himself right behind Hershel. He grabbed his giant pecker and laid it across Hershel's soft ass trench. "Go on," he said. "Show daddy how much you want it."

"Mmmmmmm..." Hershel's fists clenched in their restraints. Gus's dick sat on his ass with a dreadful weight, making his pucker clench with anticipation. He brought himself back, sliding that tumescent pole up his butt until he was pressed against the scrotum. From there he drew forward and then back again, hotdogging Gus and giving them both a tease. He felt a wallop of precum plop onto his lower back like a drop of hot wax. It sent yet another shiver rolling up his bones and generated even more of his own flow. He would roll his ass in a circle and bounce it, jostling Gus's pecker along with it. A hearty purr rolled from his throat once he felt Gus grope and then massage one of his buttcheeks.

"Alright," said Gus. "Let daddy do his work."

Hershel came to a rest. "Yes sir..."

Gus pulled his hips back so that his cock slid down the backwards slope of Hershel's ass. He grabbed his shaft and aimed it at that precious pucker, reuniting them with a soft push. Hershel huffed as there came an intense pressure. It gaped him to Gus's size, incredible as it was. A doleful moan escaped him.

Gus sighed through his nose. "Mmmmmm..." He watched as his long, pink pecker slid into Hershel's crater, vanishing entirely soon enough. He took a deep breath, admiring both the tightness which held him captive and the soft mush of Hershel's buttocks against his hips. Most pleasing was the way Hershel squirmed and moaned like a little bitch, his boy spot being crushed by the presence of Gus's piston.

"Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh..." A liquid delight blossomed from his tail hole and flooded the rest of him. His feet claws scraped into the rug below. His arms twisted and pulled against the cuffs. He tried burying his blushing face into the mattress but was held back by the authoritarian pull on the leash.

"Enjoying it, little slut?" Gus asked haughtily.

"Mmmmmmmm, yeeeeeees..."

"Yeah, me too." Gus pulled his paw back and spanked Hershel again.

Smack!

Hershel responded with a hideous groan. "Uggggghhhhhhhhhh..."

Gus cackled. "Ain't that the truth?" Finally he pulled his hips back so that his cock would retract from Hershel's cavity. He watched its grime-coated shaft grow before coming to a stop at the flare of his glans. From there he thrusted hard, colliding with Hershel's backside with a wet plap. Gus's orbs crashed into the back of Hershel's much smaller pair. They were ready to unload another serving of cum, and would do so with the proper amount of force.

Gus was able to apply such force in the form of heavy thrusts that fell on Hershel's sweet ass with devastating force. Bap! Bap! Bap! Bap! Bap! Bap! Bap! Bap! Gus's chunky glutes would come tilting back then launch forward with a clench. His full length was at work, drilling into Hershel's greatest depths and grinding his buzzer to jelly. Heavy breaths beat through his nose. His grip on the leash was as tight as ever. The other paw was on Hershel's back, keeping the skunk pinned.

Of course, Hershel wouldn't go anywhere even if he could, not when it felt so good. "Huhhhhhhhhh! Oh God! Oh FUCK! Huhhhhhhhhhhhhh! YES!" His shrill voice was drained of its masculinity, rendered girlish and desperate. It rang off the walls loudly enough to make Gus peel his ears back.

Gus was loving it. "Hehehe, oh yeah? Hmph. Like it that much? Mm. Let me fucking hear it. Hah. Say my fucking name."

"Ohhhhhhhhhh daddyyyyyyyyyyyy~!" wailed Hershel. "Huhhhh! Huhhhhhh fuuuuck... Oh God! Yes! Gus! Huhhhhhhhhh, Gus, daddy... Ohhhhhhhhh... I want it... I want it so baaaaad..." That last word cracked and wobbled terribly. Though his throat remained in a vice, his voice carried throughout the apartment and beyond.

A sweat had broken out across Gus's forehead. His lungs were starting to burn and his leg and ass muscles were starting to ache. Still, he didn't stop, and he wasn't going to until he was finished. "Fucking right... Hahhh... That's good... Huhhhh... Fucking sissy... Huhhh... Little slut... Goddamn... Ahhh..."

He beat into Hershel with that heavy cadence, rocking the bed beneath him like it never had been before. Hershel continued wailing, forgetting about everything that had happened that day or even that he was in chastity, handcuffed, and leashed up like a dog. All that he could comprehend or detect was the giant rat fucking his brains out, filling him with a bliss so powerful that he continued to scream through his half-choked throat.

Then, suddenly...

"HHHRRRRRRNNNNGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHFFFFFF-~!!!"

Gus made the last thrust without warning, gluing his hips to Hershal's ass. His head whipped backwards with his teeth sunken into his lip. A ferocious growl was cut off by spittle squirting through his teeth. His cheeks flushed. Another load of thick cum shot out of him, pummeling Hershel's insides.

It caught Hershel off guard. His pleasure spiked, but plateaued before the summit of a climax. He was suspended there for as long as he could feel the ardent throb of Gus's cock. It came to an end with a long sigh out of Gus who was bathed in sweat and panting hard.

"Huhhh... Huhhh... Huhhh... Holy shit," huffed the rat. "Whew... Fucking A." He took a step back, letting his dick slip out of Hershel's ass and leaving it as a gaping O. The flesh surrounding it quivered sharply while the sphincter closed itself, though not in time to save a slug of cum from drooling down his taint and onto his balls.

Hershel was shivering in the afterglow, but as the delight began to wane it was replaced by a severe case of blue balls that settled in his purse like lead. "Fuck..." He rolled onto his shoulder and looked back at Gus who had let go of the leash. "You didn't say you were cumming," Hershel said.

"I know," huffed Gus, still catching his breath. "Thought I'd surprise you."

It definitely did. Gus announcing his climaxes during anal almost always triggered one in Hershel. The impact of hearing his lover's voice start to lose its foundation under the crushing weight of ecstasy always sent Hershel over the edge. Gus knew that, and thus made sure to let him know when he was about to erupt. His failure to do so now was somewhat upsetting.

"Yeah, it did, but you know it helps me cum when you say you're about to."

"Yeah, I know."

"So..." Hershel felt embarrassed for asking. "So why didn't you?"

Gus just shrugged. "Eh, thought I'd tease you for a little while longer. Just givin' you a hard time, is all," he said with that typically conniving smile.

Hershel pouted. With his paws still shackled behind him he sat up on the edge of the bed. "But you said you were gonna help me with me being horny."

"Yeah, and I did, didn't I?"

"I mean, not if I didn't cum. Fuck, it feels like my balls swelled about three sizes just now." He hissed through clenched teeth. "Ahhh... If you're not gonna make me cum with your dick at least throw me one of my dildos."

Gus scoffed. "Pshh. Ain't none of them things work as good as I do and you know it." He spotted his pants on the floor next to Hershel's bed and picked it up. He slid his underwear on, covering his floppy wet member. "If you're all up in arms about it, just use one on yourself."

"Wha-?" Pure confusion twisted Hershel's face. "Well I was going to! At least until you came in here. If you're gonna fuck me at least make me finish." And he has the gall to say how much better his cock is.

Gus pursed his lips and shook his head. "Nah. Don't think so."

Hershel's fists clenched. Fury made his face go red. "Well fuck you then." He wrestled with the handcuffs and got his finger on the release switch. It slid open and he was able to bring his arms in front of him. "Can you at least tell me where the key to my cage is? That's what I was looking for. I haven't seen it anywhere."

Gus was holding his jeans in front of him, ready to put them back on. He stopped and made a surprised look. "Oh, you mean this?" He dug his hand into the pocket and pulled out Hershel's key. He held it up in his pinched fingers. The pink metal glinted in the sunlight.

Hershel's heart plummeted into his gut. Shock and indignation made his eyes go round. "You dick! Give it back!" He shot up from the bed onto his feet. The leash rattled around his back from the collar which was still latched to his neck.

Gus held the paw holding the key behind him and shoved the other into Hershel's fragile chest, stopping him dead in his tracks. "Ah, ah, ah... I don't think so. I kinda like watching you squirm 'cause you're horny. I think it's cute. Why should I stop it?"

Hershel batted at Gus's forearm wildly, unable to so much as budge it an inch one way or the other. When he stopped his hair was a frizzy mess. "Just give it back! It's my fucking key, goddammit! Just let me jerk off!"

Gus cackled. "Hey! You still got them dildos! Put one of them in your butt and finish the job! That'll work, right?"

Hershel was quiet for a moment, seemingly doting on Gus's point. Suddenly he jerked to his right and swiped at the key, missing it by a full foot. Gus ducked out of the way and shoved Hershel backwards hard enough to land him on the bed on his butt, squeaking the bed springs.

"Whoa! Heh, nice try, sissy. Tell you what." He stuck his thumb into the waistband of his underwear. "Clean daddy off with your mouth and you can have it back."

Normally Hershel wouldn't have hesitated to take up such an offer, but his submissive mood was effectively ruined. He wasn't about to bow to Gus's bullying. "Fuck you. Just give me the key."

Gus's smile vanished into a frown. "Well, OK then. Be that way, missy." He closed the key inside of his fist and bent down to pick up his jeans. He slid the key back into his pocket and put the pants back on. There was a discarded shirt nearby that he slid on too. "I think I'll head to Gumbo Bottom's for a drink. Feel free to cum on some silicon while I'm gone." He patted his pocket where he kept the key. "Meanwhile, I think I'll hold on to this until you're ready to behave." With that he headed out of the bedroom. Hershel heard the scrape of keys as Gus swiped them off the counter. It was followed by the punctual slamming of a door.

Hershel remained seated on his bed. His legs hung over the edge with his paws gripping the sheets. He balled his fists so hard that they shook. Burning hotter than the arousal that made his cock leak was the anger that boiled in his chest. That mother fucker. I swear to God... Gus's words rang in his ears, adding fuel to his rage. No, I'm not going to use a dildo. I'm gonna jerk off like I planned to, you ignorant fuck. Steal my key, come in here, fuck me, and don't make me cum? You've lost your mother fucking mind.

Before he even knew what was happening, Hershel rocketed to his feet. He stomped to his dresser and tore out a pair of underwear, put them on, and followed them with some black pants and a plain white T-shirt which came over the leash still hanging from his neck. There was now time to dawdle over his outfit. He had a rat to catch. He stormed out of the bedroom and through the living room. His keys were snatched right off the counter, right before he blew through the door and left it wide open behind him.

Hershel stormed down the apartment hallway full tilt. Down the stairs he went, bypassing the elevator. In the lobby he hoped to find Gus. If he was there he planned on tackling him as hard as he possibly could. He didn't care about any difference in weight class. He was ready to fight tooth and nail for that key.

Gus wasn't in the lobby. When Hershel burst through the front entrance he saw Gus's truck pulling out of the parking lot and down the road. "Fuck!" Hershel hoped that it wouldn't come to this, but it looked like he had no choice. He ran to his Camry and ripped the door open, smacking it into the car next to him hard enough to leave a dent. After plopping into the driver's seat he slammed the door and cut the engine on. It wasn't even done making the first rev before his foot was slammed on the pedal, sending it squealing out of the parking space and down the lot.

Gus was at the head of the first traffic light, one paw on the steering wheel, the other on his temple with his elbow on the car door. The radio was droning some country song he recognized but did not fully listen to. His thoughts were on Hershel. His expression was pensive. Had he been too rough on the skunk? Maybe denying him an orgasm after he told him that he'd had a shitty day was an asshole thing to do. Gus was a greasy redneck, but he wasn't a monster. Maybe I'll make it up to him when I get home. Really fuck his guts out.

That thought had just finished passing through his head when he looked in the rear view mirror and saw a familiar Camry come screeching out of a turn and towards his light. Several cars honked and swerved out of the way. The Camry came barreling towards him, right over the median, accelerating rapidly.

Gus's heart almost exploded. Is that Hershel??? He could not see his roomie's face through the dark of his windshield, but he sure as fuck recognized the outline of that fluffy skunk tail sprouting behind him. The Camry was getting bigger and bigger. There was no mistake. It was coming after Gus.

"Oh shit!" Gus yanked his foot off the brake and slammed it onto the gas. His tires let out a horrific caterwaul and a double-plume of smoke. He jerked into the back of his seat once his trunk catapulted itself forward, right into the intersection.

Just in time too. Hershel was hunched over in his seat, paws locked around the top bar of his steering wheel. The pedal was to the metal. Gus's truck got bigger until finally it zoomed forward.

CRUNCH!

The front of Hershel's Camry collided with Gus's tailgate. The front grill caved in on itself like an eggshell. The hood was cleft down its center. The headlights shattered, vomiting forth a barrage of tiny crystals that bounced down the asphalt. The airbag deployed with a loud thooomph! Hershel was jerked face first into it. It flattened his nose and made his head ring. Gus's truck was propelled forward. The rat inside of it had his head cracked back into the headrest. The G-forces stretched his features until he was able to recoil back into place like a bobble head.

"FUCKING SHIT!" he screamed. He kept his foot on the gas. The truck roared into traffic, sending more cars swerving out of the way and honking loudly.

Hershel was unhurt, but his vision was currently blocked by the giant white balloon in front of his face. It started to deflate with a loud hiss. He hammered at it with his fist so that it would go down quicker. "Fuck. Goddammit. Piece of shit." His nose was sore and his ears still rang. He wasn't out of it, though. He looked through his windshield and saw Gus's truck zooming away. "Oh, no the fuck you don't!" Hershel slammed his foot on the gas. A terrific wrrrrrrrr hummed from the engine, still loyally in action. The wheels shrieked their protest but were able to launch him into the intersection, after Gus.

Gus could hear his heart pumping in his ears. This was an out of body experience, like being withdrawn into the theater of his head and watching the events instead of experiencing them. "Fuckfuckfuck... What the fuck's gotten into him?" He slowed his truck down, praying that Hershel had stayed where he was after the collision.

Nope. There was the Camry, its face crunched up like a sign in a hurricane, coming after him like a charging predator. "Oh mother fuck!" Gus slammed on the gas and roared down the street.

Hershel was on him every step of the way. They zoomed through main street, past the strip mall and all of its establishments. Gus was on the verge of pulling his phone out and calling 9-1-1, but didn't dare take his attention off the road, not at this speed. He swerved every possible direction to avoid traffic. He heard the fading pitch of car horns follow him with every vehicle that he passed. Soon there was the trill of police sirens behind him. He saw a blue flicker in his rear view mirror. "Oh fuck, oh shit, oh fuck, oh God..."

Hershel was blind to it all. There was nothing else on the road besides Gus's truck. He homed in on it like a hawk dive bombing its prey. His foot was on the gas throughout it all, ready to charge back into that tailgate and get what was his. The police were right behind him, their sirens blaring louder than anything else. He could hear the rapid thud of helicopter blades spinning in the sky above him. He didn't care. Send the whole Army. Nobody was going to stop him. Not until he got that key.

Gus crested over a hill that bowed the road upwards. He saw the portion of the strip mall that had a hardware store, its facade shaped like a giant pointed house. The parking lot was barren. A light went off in his head. That's right! They're closed on Sundays! I can pull over there without hurting anyone! With a quick pull on the steering wheel his truck went swerving over to the right. The wheels banged into the curb, sending the front end of the truck bouncing into the air, followed by the rear end. For a brief moment his truck was airborne. It smacked onto the asphalt with a squeak from the suspension before it zoomed down the parking lot.

Gus was rocked in his seat. Once he saw where he was he looked over his shoulder, out the rear window. Sure enough, he saw Hershel's camry soaring over the curb and onto the parking lot, coming right after him. The police didn't follow immediately, electing instead to use the proper entrance.

"Fuck!" Gus looked forward again and saw the front entrance of the store flying towards him. "Oh shit!" He shoved himself back into his seat, mouth grimacing. His foot slammed on the breaks.

SKRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR-!!!

He was launched into his seatbelt. His face stretched forward off his skull. His truck came to a stop, only meters in front of the glass sliding doors. He rattled in his seat, hair thrown into a mess on his head. "Shit!"

He looked in the rearview mirror one last time. There was Hershel, still coming after him, full tilt. At the last second Gus spun his steering wheel all the way to the left, then slammed his foot on the gas. The truck veered away. Hershel did not. His foot was on the gas. He was going full speed. He realized too late that what he was barreling towards was not the back of Gus's truck but the front of the hardware store.

That's when he realized that maybe this wasn't a good idea after all.

He slammed on the breaks as hard as he could, but nowhere near in time to stop the car. It flew through the front door, shattering the glass into a million pieces and crumpling the frame like cardboard. His car and the ruined entrance zoomed into the front lobby. There was a towering shelf of glues and pastes in cans that his car crashed into. His rampage came to a halt at last.

Hundreds of paste cans came avalanching off the shelves. They crashed into the roof and windshield like meteorites, denting and cracking his car. Thick white substance splattered across the car and exploded through the glass. It struck him in the face like a tidal wave, splattering his fur and body from head to toe. It stuck deep into his fur, replacing his uniform blackness with a sickly, drooping white. When he opened his mouth to gasp it was the only thing that broke the goop covering his face.

The police stormed into the store after him. A whole squad of guns were trained on him. He heard them screaming at him to get out of the car with his paws up. Then came a familiar voice.

"Oh my God. Hershel?" Footsteps charged towards the wreckage. The car door was ripped open. "Hershel?" begged a panicked voice.

Hershel, blind from the glue, turned his head towards the voice. "Dad?"

"Oh fuck! Help me get him out of here!"

* * *

Once Hershel's father peeled him out of the gooey wreckage and confirmed that his delinquent son was OK, Hershel was immediately arrested and brought to jail. So was Gus, who had no time to explain that he was being chased before the cops had him face down on the parking lot with his paws clamped behind his back. The two of them were dragged into the back of a police car, Hershel still being soaked in so much stickiness that he remained unrecognizable.

Gus called his lawyer while Hershel's dad, named Barney, called the family attorney. They were to be arraigned the next day. There came an awkward moment during Hershel's strip search. The poor skunk was still mostly covered in glue which was now dried. His fur was stuck flat to his skin by white crust. Moving his fingers was awkward and stiff. The wrinkles in his face stood out as a deep black against the white color that had so thoroughly consumed him. He was allowed to take a shower in one of the stalls where he was left in his underwear. There he would be strip searched.

To his horror, it was his dad that came wandering into the showers and saw him. Gus was in the metal shower stall when he saw his taller, stockier dad come wandering in. He was a replica of his son in face and fur pattern, though he retained a portly gut and broad shoulders.

Hershel's gut sank when he saw him walk in. "Noooo..."

"Hershel, I don't wanna hear it. You fucked up, now you gotta pay the consequences." His voice was firm but without malice. "I wanted to spare your privacy from the other guys. Be thankful you're doing this in front of me."

"Dad, I'll do this in front of literally anyone but you."

"Ah, ah, ah. I don't wanna hear it. Just get it over with and take your underwear off. You'll do a quick squat and cough and we'll be done."

Squat and cough, like in the prison movies. Hershel sighed and turned his back on his dad. He slid his underwear down to his ankles, revealing the black fur on his ass. Some of the glue still managed to leak through. He kept his cage facing away from his father.

"OK, now turn around."

"Dad..."

"Hershel, buddy, just do me a favor and turn around. You ain't got nothing I haven't seen before."

Hershel sighed. If only that was the truth. He turned around, revealing to his father both his cage and his pudgy breasts. Barney's eyes lit up at the sight of it. "What's that?" he asked.

"It's a chastity cage," Hershel said flatly.

"Oh. Just uh... Just take it off."

"I can't. It's locked."

"Locked?"

"Yeah, dad. That's how a chastity cage works. I can't get out of it unless I have the key."

"OK, well shit." Barney scratched his head. "And where is the key?"

For a second Hershel considered saying Gus had it, but he didn't want Gus getting in any more trouble. "I lost it. You can buy a replacement on Amazon."

Barney sighed. "Alright. Whatever. Keep it on, for now. Just squat and cough for me."

Hershel did as he was told, though he definitely didn't want to.

* * *

Gus was in a cell, wearing a green jumpsuit, lying on a brick platform with a cot on top of it. Another platform and cot was on the other side. Suddenly the door clacked open. Gus sat up and saw Hershel walk inside with a folded wool blanket and sheets in his arms. He was clean of any glue, though the ring in his nose was gone and his hair was wet. The door was closed behind him by an officer. He and Gus stared at each other as he walked over to the opposite platform and laid his stuff down.

"Hey," said Gus.

"Hey," said Hershel back.

"You alright? I saw you crash. Looked pretty nasty."

"Yeah, I'm good, though the car is totaled."

"I bet it is."

Hershel sat on his cot. "I'm uh... I'm really sorry about this."

Gus held his palm up. "Ah, don't worry about it. This ain't my first rodeo. Talked to my lawyer. I'll be out next morning. Can't say the same for you."

"Yeah, probably not. I'll tell them that I was after you."

"Damn right you will."

"Yeah, dad says I might do some time for the reckless driving and the damage and some community service after that."

Gus scoffed. "You lucky your daddy's a cop. Wish mine was."

Hershel shrugged. "It ain't all that."

"Nah, I guess not."

"They let me keep my cage," Hershel said. "Only 'cause they couldn't take it off. My dad saw it. I didn't tell them you had the key. I didn't want you getting in any more trouble."

"For having the key?"

"Yeah."

"Well, I don't see how that'd get me in trouble, but I appreciate it."

"Yeah, you're right."

"But hey, I still got this." Gus reached into his jumper's chest pocket and produced the key. He held it out to Hershel with a grin. "Smuggled it in my mouth. I figured you'd still be locked up. Didn't want you to be like that forever. Consider it an apology for treatin' you like that earlier, although I think a night in the pokey kinda out does that."

Hershel leapt from his cot and took the key. His heart was alight with joy. "Oh thank God." He tore open his jumper, each button popping off rapidly. His underwear came down with a few tugs, revealing his tiny pink cage. He brought the key down towards it, ready to free himself at last.

Then he stopped. The key hovered over the lock, inches away. Hershel was frozen. Gus was watching and became concerned. "What's up?"

"The lock," said Hershel dismally. "It's ruined."

Gus sat up. "Huh?"

"The glue. Look at it." Hershel held out his cock. Like he said, the lock and every other part of the cage was smothered in residual glue that couldn't come off in the shower. Worst of all was the plugged key port which Hershel couldn't penetrate.

"Oh no..." said Gus. "Fuck. You might need some solvent for that."

Hershel stood there, thinking for a moment. Finally, he said "No."

That caught Gus off guard. "No?"

Hershel walked up to him. "Hold your paw out." Gus obeyed, and Hershel placed the key in his palm. "I want you to flush it down the toilet."

That really caught Gus off guard. "What? Why?"

"Because there's no point in tempting myself with it when the thing won't work. Flush it. I'll wait longer until I can get some solvent, although when or if that'll ever happen I have no idea."

"Hersh, are you sure?"

"One hundred percent." Hershel sidestepped and gestured towards the steel toilet. "Flush it. Get rid of it. I don't wanna see it."

Gus shook his head. "Alright." He stood up from his cot and walked over to the toilet bowl. He looked down at his reflection in the water. Slowly he tilted his palm, giving Hershel time to change his mind. He didn't, so the key eventually slid and fell into the water with a plup. Gus hit the flush button, and the key disappeared beneath a whirlpool.

"Well, that's gone," Gus said. He turned to face Hershel. "How you gonna-?"

He was cut off by the sight in front of him. Hershel was completely out of his jumper, wearing nothing but his Bob Barker shoes. He was bent over the cot, ass towards Gus, tail cocked gaily. A cheeky expression looked back at the rat while his ass wiggled.

"I might not have access to my cock," he said suavely. "But I do have access to yours, and I think I'll be borrowing it a lot~"

Gus liked the sounds of that. With just the two of them in that cell, he had plenty of time to lend Hershel what he had.

THE END