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Disclaimer: Don't read this if you're under 18/21/*insert local age of consent here*, don't copy without permission, blah blah blah.

All characters belong to the webcomic Lackadaisy, as found here: www.lackadaisycats.com

Let the story begin!

My name is Calvin McMurray, although people tend to call me Freckle. I'm eighteen years old, and I live in St. Louis, Missouri. Just coming back from our latest adventure, me and my cousin Rocky casually enter the Little Daisy.

Rocky: "Good evening, Miss Pepper!"

Ivy: "Well if it isn't the handsome prince himself! Oh and hi there, Rocky!"

I smile shyly and tilt my view to the floor.

Rocky: "Say, might you know where we could find Miss M.? We have some good news for her!"

"She's down in the basement." Ivy replies, winking as she said "basement".

Rocky: "No need to speak in riddles! The both of us have been there before, and there's nobody else in here."

Ivy: "You never know who's listening."

We move behind the counter, my cousin grabbing a knife from one of the tables. He sticks the knife into a hole in one of the pantries.

Rocky: "What are you doing up here this late anyway?"

He tilts the knife, and pushes the pantry, opening the hallway hidden behind.

Ivy: "Just...waiting for someone."

Rocky giggles loudly, as we both start to descend the dimly lit steps leading down into the caves, which host the Lackadaisy speakeasy.

As we reach the bottom of the steps, my cousin notes the lack of doorman, remarking that he's probably inside dealing with some other business, not expecting any more visitors at this hour. We enter the speakeasy, greeted by an unusually busy scene. Viktor (the bartender) is serving drink after drink, while Horatio (our doorman) is serving drinks. I follow Rocky as we move throughout the crowded establishment, as we make our way to Mitzi May, the owner of the Little Daisy and it's speakeasy.

Mitzi: "Ah Rocky! And Calvin! Seeing all the people here, I'm assuming your little assignment went well?"

"Sure did, Miss M.!" Rocky replies, as he rubs his hand over my head, messing up my fur, "Freckle here's getting quite good at throwing firebombs!"

Mitzi: "Hmmm yes...Calvin, could you be a dear and get my purse for me? I believe I left it laying around in the dressing room."

"Yes ma'am!" I excitedly say, as I turn around and hastily bolt for the changing rooms.

"No need to hurry, me and Rocky have some things we need to talk about!" I hear her shout after me, as I vanish into the crowd, lowering my pace to a slow walk.

Finally I get to the less crowded area of the speakeasy, with doors to access to the bathroom and the changing room. I quickly enter the latter, closing the door behind me.

Suddenly it hits me. I'm not alone in here. I tilt my head to the big mirror to the opposite of the door. In front of it is Zib, the head of our jazz band, wearing nothing but woman's panties and a bra. He slowly turns around, realizing he's been caught in the act.

"What are you doing here?" He quickly asks, with a slightly fearful expression on his face.

I lower my head, and reply: "I'm s-sorry! M-M-Miss M.'s p-purse..."

"Look at me, boy." I slowly tilt my head back upwards, my eyes trailing over his legs, the pink panties in which his boner was barely contained, his belly and the red bra he was wearing, before reaching his eyes. My cheeks flush red seeing him like this, and my own dick rapidly gets hard as he starts talking again: "You're not going to tell anyone about this, are you?" I shake my head no, and allow my eyes to roam freely over his body. I frequently find myself staring at his package as I lose track of time.

Zib: "Like what you're seeing?"

As I snap back into reality, I swallow deeply and confess.

"...yes..." I say as softly as I can.

Zib: "What was that? I didn't hear you."

I repeat myself louder and more clear: "Yes."

Zib: "Yes what?"

Me: "Yes, I like what I'm seeing..."

"Good." He replies, moving closer to me and grabbing my groin.

Zib: "How about we have ourselves a good time?"

"I don't kn..." I utter, as he gives my dick a squeeze through my pants with his hand, making me huff. The sudden feeling of pleasure clouding my mind "Y...yes" is all I finally manage to say.

With that, he unzips my pants and gives my aching cock a few pumps, using his other arm to pull me in closer in order to kiss me on the lips. As he breaks the kiss, I let out a small moan. He gives my dick a few more strokes, then steps away from me.

He moves towards a big dresser on the right side of the room, and takes off his panties. Leaning onto the dresser and sticking his butt out, he turns his head towards me.

"Do me." He lustfully says, as he licks his lips.

Wasting no time, I step over to him and take up position behind him. I drop my pants and underwear fully, as I grind my cock over his back.

Zib: "Stop teasing!"

With the last encouragement I needed, I prod the entrance to his ass with my dick, before pushing my entire member into his tight hole. He moans loudly as I start thrusting in and out of his ass, his cock twitching and drops of precum occasionally leaking on the floor.

"Harder!" He nearly shouts out as he bumps his tail into my chin. I comply, hammering his furry ass as the armoire occasionally shakes. I begin panting and grunting, my limit nearly being reached.

"Fill me, kid!" I hear him yell, as I cum deep inside his ass, giving a few more rough thrusts as my orgasm comes to a close.

I pull out of his ass, and notice he's still rock hard.

Me: "You...didn't get off?"

Zib: "Well, you can help me with that."

He stands up and turns around, presenting his gleaming tool to me. As soon as I reach down for it, we hear someone fumbling at the door.

"Freckle? Are you in here?"

It's Rocky! He's looking for me because I'm taking such a long time! Zib quickly opens the doors of the armoire. He pushes me with my pants still down inside, then gets in with me. As he closes the armoire, I can hear the door of the dressing room open.

Rocky: "Where is that rascal? Oh well, while I'm here I might as well grab Miss M.'s purse."

Too scared of being caught, I don't even think of pulling up my pants. I drop down to my knees and stare through the keyhole, seeing my cousin look throughout the room for the purse I had forgotten I was fetching. Suddenly, I feel something poking my right cheek. Turning my view, I get a close-up of Zib's cock, the thing being mere inches from my face. I look up at him, and shake my head no. In response, he grins and shakes his head yes, touching my lips with his cock.

The scent of his dick coupled with the risk of getting caught by my own cousin arouses me. I get hard again as I push my head forward, taking the head of his member in my mouth. I swirl my tongue around it, trying to give him as much pleasure as I can.

His moves his footpaw towards my aching cock, and grinds it with the warm, fuzzy topside of his foot. I take this as my cue to take more of his dick, quickly taking over half. He rubs my hair as Rocky did, and pulls my head in even closer, making me take his entire cock.

It doesn't take me long to reach a steady rhythm, taking his entire member in my mouth, pulling back, then taking it all in again. After a while, he reaches his peak, silently pulling back and shooting rope after rope of cum over my face, matting my fur. The strong scent of his cum and the unrelenting rubbing of his warm footpaw send me over the edge as well. For a second time, I climax, staining his foot with cum.

Suddenly, the doors of the armoire fly open, Rocky watching as we both reach the end of our orgasms, the final strands of cum flying onto Zib's foot, and on my face.

Staring at us both, Rocky's smile broadens as he bursts into laughter.

"Haha - sniff - this hahaha is too good! You two -hahahahaha- went into the closet so you could -hihihihi- GET OUT OF THE CLOSET! Hahahaha!" He says, bursting into laughter. We both stare silently, as he continues to laugh, eventually falling to the floor, rolling over it in his continued laugh.

Literally stepping out of the closet, Zib retorts: "You're one to talk. Wick told me about what you do when you're in need of some extra money." With that, Rocky's laughter stops.

Rocky: "He WHAT?! No, those are all lies! I mean I don't even like him and I would never -"

He gets cut off by Zib placing his cum-stained footpaw in front of his face.

Zib: "Enough talking. Get to licking."

Rocky: "Okay, fine, I'll play with you two...but do I really have to...?"

Zib: "I said: lick!"

With that, Rocky takes hold of Zib's footpaw and starts thoroughly licking my cum off of him. Confused, I stand up and get out of the closet myself. I notice Zib's cock hardening as he addresses me.

Zib: "Hey, Calvin, did you know your cousin makes the occasional dollar by using that pretty mouth of his to give Mr. Sable some relief? I just couldn't pass up this chance to get some of that for myself."

He pulls me in close, giving me a view that closely resembles his own.

Zib: "What do you say? Want to have some more fun?"

I never admitted it, and I wasn't planning on admitting it now, but I've always had a secret crush on my cousin. Seeing him below us, licking my cum off of Zib's foot is more than enough to get me hard once more.

Zib: "I'll take that as a yes. You grab this side, I'll grab the other."

With that, he pulls his foot away from Rocky, who assumes a slick posture, laying his head with now cum-stained chin and nose on top of his arms.

Rocky: "Hey, Freckle, your stuff tastes kind of good! Better than Wick's anyway. Could it be something you eat?"

Zib steps behind him, and grabs his legs. Getting the idea, I grab my cousin's chest.

Rocky: "Hey, what are you two doing?"

Zib: "Three...two...one."

We both simultaneously life Rocky in the air. Zib places his feet on his thighs, bending Rocky's legs slightly, and resting his still clothed butt against Zib's cock. My cousin instinctively places his hands on my thighs, leaving his head close enough to my dick that I can feel his warm breath on it.

Zib wastes no time getting Rocky's pants down, his own hard cock flopping out. Overcome by lust, I thrust deeply inside his mouth. Having done this before, he doesn't even gag as he starts bobbing up and down my dick. In turn, Zib drives into his ass, causing him to moan out around my cock and making his member bounce.

As we continue fucking my cousin in both holes, Zib lets go of one of his legs in favor of his cock. In response to this stimulation, Rocky thrusts into Zib's hand, causing him to slide off of Zib's dick. As he pulls back however, he gets impaled by Zib once more. Zib adjusts himself, getting into the right position to make Rocky ride his dick as he fucks his hand.

A look of bliss on his face, it doesn't take my cousin long to cum from this treatment, coating the floor in his jizz.

Zib: "Lower him."

Not questioning Zib, I take hold of Rocky's wrists, as he takes hold of his shins.

Rocky: "Hey, don't lower me in my -"

His protest comes too late, as we lower him to the ground, his costume getting stained with his own cum.

Rocky: "Hey! This is my lucky tie!"

Zib: "Quit your whining. Your costume won't be the only thing stained with cum in a minute."

Zib pulls Rocky by his scruff, until he's sitting on his ass with his tail sticking out between his legs. He then gently pushes him against the wall. We both get in front of him. Zib pulls Rocky's head towards his cock, sliding it up against his face and bumping his nose, before he starts fucking his mouth.

Me: "Hey, what about me?"

"Don't worry, you can use one of these." Zib says, as he moves one of my cousin's hands onto my dick, upon which his immediately begins jacking me off.

Already having fucked his mouth, it doesn't take me long to get off, squirting my load all over the side of his face. Moments later, Zib pushes Rocky's head all the way against his groin, and starts cumming deep in his throat, forcing him to swallow the first few squirts. He then pulls back a little, getting the rest of his load off in his mouth. As soon as he finishes, he pulls his dick out of Rocky's mouth, upon which Rocky spits out the rest of Zib's cum left in his mouth, hitting his pants.

Rocky: "Aw man, now my entire costume is ruined!"

Zib steps away from my us, picking up the panties he was wearing earlier and taking off his bra. "Here's something you can wear." He says, as he throws the panties and bra to my cousin.

Wiping the remainder of my cum off on my cousin's cheek, I pull up my pants. As Zib gets dressed, he asks: "Same time again tomorrow?". We both silently nod, as he leaves the room.

Rocky: "Did you have to wipe that last bit on my cheek? It'll be hard enough getting the rest of this stuff out of my fur!"

Me: "Sorry, Rocky..."

Rocky: "It's okay, champ! Now why don't you see about fetching me another costume?"

I give my cousin a smile, as I slip out of the dressing room and into the bathroom, where I wipe the dried cum off my face with some water. Thinking it to be the best idea, I go ask Miss May if she might have a spare costume handy.

Mitzi: "Oh Calvin, there you are! You look a mess! What happened? You do know my purse wasn't actually in the dressing room, right? I just needed to send you away so I could talk to Rocky in private!"

I give her a weak chuckle, as I start making up a story explaining my rough appearance and my need for a new costume.