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“Huh. It's you," Petra said evenly, answering her phone while rummaging through the kitchen. “Almost didn't pick up."

The voice on the other end said something.

“Try four years," the brown rat replied. “Uh, yeah."

She squinted at the food options in the cabinets.

Apple butter? Chickpea pasta? Swedish-style multi-grain cracker crisps?

It had been Eagan's week to do the shopping. The nerdy chipmunk, a web programmer, didn't exactly have a grasp on good cuisine. (Where were the kettle-cooked potato chips? The jalapeno cheddar cheese puffs? Triple chocolate chip cookies?)

“Hard to forget," Petra insisted. “No, not cause o' you. Get a grip." A pause. “It was right before the last time we tried givin' the country to Nazis. Remember?" She made a face. “Yeah. You gonna vote?"

A pause, studying a box of granola bars.

“Good, cause I don't wanna have to beat you up."

She opened the box and took out a wrapped bar.

A smirk.

“Could, too."

Tearing the end of the wrapper, Petra chomped on the bar (some honey oat-y thing; it was good enough) and turned around, leaning her ropy-tailed ass against the oven.

“What the fuck you want, anyway?" She chewed and added, “A buck's never called me for a friendly chat. It's against your natures." She craned her neck to the ceiling. “No, I wasn't criticizing you. I wasn't! It was an observation."

The rat lowered her head. Rat males, for all their brawny, 'too cool for school' branding, were surprisingly fragile. This call was only reminding her of why she'd moved on from them.

She re-emphasized in a 'tell me now or I hang up' tone, “What do you want?"

“Staying with us? Who?" Juniper replied. The slender, mahogany-and-white weasel, at the dinner table, looked up from her plate of scrambled eggs.

“For how long?" Eagen asked. The chipmunk, the shortest of the trio, sat down beside Juniper with a bowl of his chickpea pasta in basil marinara.

“An old friend," Petra said, lingering at the stove. She was stirring a pot of tomato soup with a big, wooden spoon. “And just weekend. Saturday, overnight. He needs a place to crash on his drive out West."

“Why's he going out there?"

“Dunno? I didn't ask."

“Why not?"

“I forgot." The rat shook a bit of cracked pepper into the soup, stirred, and tasted it. Her lips smacked. “Anyway, he's one of those silent, macho types. Lucky to get full sentences out of him."

“Mmm. Macho? Really … "

“Was this the boyfriend before me?" Eagan wondered.

“Yup."

“What happened?" Juniper asked.

“He was a good lay. But not much else." The rat shrugged. “Weren't compatible. After we broke up, he moved out East."

“What species?"

“We playin' twenty questions?" Petra groused.

The weasel held up her white paws.

“He's a rat."

“A rat buck! Wow," Juniper whispered reverently, sitting up straighter. She gripped the edge of the table, tail flagging.

Petra's soup began to steam. She added some salt and stirred again. “You can't handle him, June."

“Says who?" the weasel defended.

“What about me?" Eagan asked.

Petra laughed.

“If we can't, how could you?"

“Uh, cause he's a rat an' I'm a rat. Nature made sure I could handle him."

“Does that mean he has a thick dick?" Juniper asked. “Cause weasels are super flexible. I can pretty much take anything."

“You're a regular can o' silly putty," Petra said.

“I handled that huge stallion strap-on you used on me the other day!"

“It's an okapi mold."

“Huh? Who are they?"

“Never met one. Just sounded fun." Another stir. Another taste. “Not doubtin' your talents, Slinky. But I love ya, an' he doesn't. He's gonna test your limits." The rat's tail curled about. “I'm only tryin' to protect ya."

“You looove me? Ooh!" the weasel replied with a toothy grin. “How much?"

“Aw!" Eagan went, clasping his paws together.

“Can we get that in writing, Petra?" Juniper said, looking around for a pen.

“Funny," was the rat's deadpan reply.

Juniper leaned over and whispered something to Eagan.

The chipmunk giggled.

“You two finished?"

Juniper leapt right back into lewd speculation. “Bet he has tennis balls swinging down there, too, doesn't he?"

“He's a rodent," was the answer. Which was essentially a 'yes. Male rodents were known for their 'packages.'

“Bigger than Eagan's?"

The chipmunk proudly leaned back in his chair.

“I don't put a tape measure to my boyfriends," Petra said. “But, yeah, he's impressive."

The tomato soup started to form a 'skin,' so the rat removed it by flicking it into the sink, and gave the red, creamy liquid a final whisk before taking the pot off the burner and pouring herself a hearty bowl. She carried it back to the table and set it on a plate, sprinkling some shredded cheese and crunched crackers on top.

Eagen twirled his fork in his pasta. “What's his name?"

“Apollo."

“Are you serious?!" Juniper exclaimed.

“Could I make up something like that?" The rat, taking a seat across from them, finally began to eat.

“That's so masculine!"

“I already said he was macho."

“Yeah, but that's, like, extra." The weasel's imagination raced. “Wasn't that an ancient god? The moon good?"

Eagan piped in with, “There was no moon god. Just a goddess. Luna."

“Oh."

“Yeah, get with it, June. Moon's always given off feminine vibes," Petra said, as if she were an expert.

The weasel looked to Eagan. “Then what was Apollo?"

“God of prophecy, healing, art, culture … "

She made a 'boring' face.

“As well as the embodiment of masculine beauty," the rodent finished.

“Really? Oh, my gosh, how hot is he, Petra? On a scale of one to ten?"

“He could get it, I admit." Petra allowed herself a small, knowing smile. “All our boys can," she bragged, eating more soup. Noisy, dribbling slurps. “Mm." She sucked on her spoon.

“Did you have to swat them away when you were younger?" Juniper said, swooning at the thought. She leaned forward and put her head in her paws, giving a dreamy sigh. “Bet you were a total babe magnet."

“Psh. I'm only thirty-six. I'd still be swattin' 'em away, now! Only, I got you two to consider."

“When did you become such a smooth talker?" Eagan teased.

“When you became a Poindexter who knows all about ancient gods," the rat volleyed back.

The chipmunk giggled and continued eating.

“So, where's Apollo gonna sleep?" Juniper asked. “We only have two beds."

Petra and Eagan shared one. Juniper had her own room.

Answering her own question, the weasel played with her fork and feigned reluctance. “I mean … I guess, if I had to, I could share my—"

“He can sleep on the couch."

“That doesn't sound very comfortable for a guest, Petra!"

“He invited himself over after four years. I'm not rollin' out the red carpet."

“But you are letting him stay here."

“I already told ya: he was alright, and we had some good times. That's it. Just doin' him a solid."

“Suuure," Eagan went sarcastically.

“Am I curious how he's held up? How he's been doin'?" the rat admitted after a loaded pause. “Doesn't mean I wanna bang him."

“Then I can have him? Petra, come on," Juniper begged. “I've heard about rat bucks all my life, and I've not so much as kissed one. This might be my only chance!"

Petra shrugged. “Don't say I didn't warn ya."

The weasel had been hoping for a more clearcut 'yes.' Was the rat trying to make her feel guilty? “You know what I think?"

“Don't care."

“I think you're jealous."

“Of what?"

“That Apollo might wanna play 'pop goes the weasel' before looking your way again."

Petra laughed, picking up her bowl of soup and drinking the rest of it down. She wiped a paw across her muzzle and said, “Actually … maybe that's the plan?"

“What is?"

“Well, the whole 'need a place to stay' routine is suspicious. Right? He hasn't met anyone else in the last four years to crash with?"

“You're probably directly on his route. Hotels are expensive."

“Contacts me out o' nowhere, though?"

“Maybe he wants to see how you're doing. It can go both ways."

“Or maybe he thinks he can embed himself in our group and leave us stuck with him." The rat crossed her arms “I'm acclimated to his charms, of course. So, he's gotta win over one o' you."

Eagan clarified, “'Charms' is a euphemism, right? For his—"

“That's so cynical," Juniper said.

The rat couldn't even muster a shrug. “Welcome to America, Slinky."

The weasel, her eggs eaten, took her empty plate to the sink. “Well, you're wrong. You have some weird issues with rat bucks, and you're taking it out on Apollo."

“You don't even know the dude."

“I will," she said, suggestively swishing her tail against the rat's shoulder as she sashayed out of the kitchen.

When the weasel was gone, Eagan looked to Petra and said, “You were kinda taunting her into it, you know."

“What? How?"

“Talking Apollo up and then saying she couldn't handle him. You turned him into a forbidden fruit."

The rat blew out a breath. “Feel like she's more turned on by the idea of him than the reality o' me."

“He's just a new toy. He'll be on her memory shelf in a few days, collecting dust."

“I said I loved her, an' she didn't say it back," the rat countered.

“If she didn't love you, she wouldn't have cared so much about your blessing before playing outside the group."

“And I gave it. What do I get in return?"

“You'll have a shared experience to bond over."

“Mm." The rat left the table, putting her dishes on top of Juniper's.

Eagan didn't let up. “I mean, you can't get jealous on her crushing on someone else. You're totally hung up on Meadow," he said, of the rat's harvest mouse co-worker. “Let her have this."

“I'm not jealous. And that's not the same thing." Petra twitched. “I'm never gonna get to screw Meadow, and Apollo is gonna do June ten times to Sunday."

True, Apollo didn't even know Juniper existed yet. But Petra had never known a rat buck to turn down a hassle-free opportunity to breed. He'd probably never been with a weasel, either. That made her even more of a prize.

Eagan gave a sarcastic nod. “Yeah, that doesn't sound like jealousy at all … "

Petra shrugged. “I can see how it would come off that way." The closest she would come to admitting she was wrong.

“Just be happy for her? Even if you end up being right and she can't handle him."

“Fiiine." Petra went back to the table, messing his head-fur with a paw. “Why you gotta be so mature?"

“Someone around here has to!"

Petra went to the living room to play video games. She felt like kicking some tail tonight.

“Apollo. Long time, no see," Petra told the male rat on their doorstep, giving him a lookover.

The rat buck leaned in to kiss her cheek. “S'up, Petey."

In the background, Eagan and Juniper exchanged surprised looks at the nickname.

Petra shrugged. “The usual, I guess."

“Yeah. Me, too." He was taller than her, with a denser build, and with steely, cloudy grey fur instead of brown. He adjusted a duffel bag hanging from his shoulder. “Other stuff's in the car." He jabbed his furless, clawed thumb toward the driveway. “I'm not blocking anyone, am I?"

“Nah, none of us are goin' anywhere today."

Apollo nodded. “Thanks for letting me stay. On my way to St. Louis. New job."

“Doesn't sound like the usual to me," Petra pointed out.

“Guess not … but it mostly is."

Unable to take the painful attempt at small talk, Juniper popped up behind Petra. “Aren't you gonna introduce me, Petey?"

Petra looked over her shoulder and sent her mate a death stare at using the nickname.

“I'm Apollo," the rat buck said, extending a pink paw. He eyed the weasel with calm, cool interest.

“Oh, heh. I'm Juniper!" the lithe, toothy predator said, giggling like a bashful schoolgirl. “I'm, uh … heh. Me and Petra. And, uh, Eagan back there—"

The chipmunk gave an enthusiastic wave from the living room couch.

“We're sorta, um—"

“He knows, June," Petra said.

“Oh! Are you poly, too?" Juniper asked, relaxing a bit.

“I'm not monogamous?" was Apollo's answer. “If that counts."

“It doesn't," Petra insisted defensively.

“Petey's always been more about relationships than me," Apollo told Juniper. “All that connection stuff? When she likes you, she's loyal. Fierce. She'll scrap for you."

“And you wouldn't?" Juniper asked.

“Cover boys don't scrap. Might mess up their fur," Petra ribbed.

“Was never quite my style. I'm pretty easygoing. I just like to do my thing. She didn't wanna move to New York with me," the buck said.

“Shit's expensive out there, Apollo. Besides, my family's all here."

“It's the rat capital of the world."

“That's Chicago."

“Same thing."

“How?"

Juniper piped in before their bickering (with a vague undercurrent of sexual tension) could truly spiral. “Maybe we should all go inside? As my dad used to say, 'We're not paying to cool the outdoors!' Ha, ha."

After giving Apollo a very brief tour of the house (a modest, single-story abode), the rat buck put his paws in his pockets and looked around. “Nice. So. Am I on the couch?"

Petra gave Juniper a head-tilting glance.

“Mm?" the weasel went.

The rat made a face.

“Oh! Oh, Apollo, ha, ha, of course you're not on the couch. I'll show you to your room. My room. Our room? Cause Petra and Eagan share a bed, see, and, well, obviously I share beds with them, too, heh, cause we're, like, ahh, ha, ha, y'know, but not every night, cause I have my own room, and you can stay with me!"

Eagan frowned and rubbed his head, the run-on sentence damaging his brain.

Apollo just nodded, collecting his backpack and reaching out to give Petra a fist bump. “Nice seeing you."

The rat refused the gesture. “Don't be a dolt. I ain't goin' nowhere. We're gettin' pizza for supper, and you're invited. You still like bell pepper on yours?"

“Sure."

“M'kay." Petra looked to Eagan. “Chippy … "

“Huh?" the chipmunk replied.

“Help me in the kitchen."

“Doing what?"

“Just come 'ere?" she stressed.

While Eagan followed Petra into the kitchen, Juniper led Apollo to her bedroom.

“It's kinda girly, I know," Juniper said, opening the door. “Well. I guess more than kinda."

The walls were a hot coral pink with lavender trim, and the comforter on the bed decorated with butterflies.

“But 'girly' is Petra's type, heh! Not that … not that you're girly." Far from it. Juniper cleared her throat. “Ha. I, uh, anyway, I was wearing this short, summer skirt when I met her? Sorta like this one. Mm. Well. Only, not the same color … "

She looked down and showed off her skirt, lifting the hem. Her legs were a handsome, woodsy brown with an undertone of red. Her shirt rode up her white belly, and she released her skirt to smooth it back down.

“Anyway, I—"

Juniper blinked, looking up and realizing Apollo was already fully inside her room and analyzing the contents of her desk.

The weasel followed the rat inside and closed the door behind her, giggling as she finished her story.

“I was a server. I'm a cashier, now, at a different place. But, uh … heh, the place I was at, I was taking her and Eagan's order? They hadn't been together long. And I could feel her ogling me, right? Like, not even hiding it. She's so brazen! Hah, and she just blurts out, 'I hear weasels are bendy.' I'm, like, 'I can touch my toes, if that's what you mean.' And she says, 'In that skirt? Be my guest. But you're gonna cause a riot.' And, oh, my gosh, I blushed at that!"

Apollo nodded quietly as he finally put his bag down.

“Guess I'm rambling. Sorry."

No response.

The buck drifted, picking up a snow-globe. He shook it and put it back down.

“Eagan got that for me. Isn't it nice? He's such a sweetheart. Opposite of Petra. Not that she's … I mean, she can be sweet. Hmm. Sorta. But it's like sugar with sea salt and pepper flakes? Jalapeno or habanero. I'm not sure. Which one's hotter? Never mind. Full-tailed flavor, though. Big kick. Hah!"

She swayed coquettishly and gestured with her paws, adding, “We've got a whole spectrum going on. Eagan's the breadwinner. The brains. Very thoughtful. Petra gets things done. She's the muscle. I like to think I bring the fun, the soul, y'know? But, sometimes, the lines blur and … "

While the rat looked at a poster on the wall, the weasel trailed off and blew out a breath.

Tough crowd.

Was she boring or impressing him?

Did he find her attractive or not?

Was she—

Glancing at the bed, she blushed, grabbing her rat and chipmunk plushies and tucking them away.

“Um, so, what side of the bed do you want?" Juniper ran a paw through her brown head-fur before gesturing. “It's comfy! Memory foam. Well, cheap memory foam." A brief frown. It was already sagging in spots, and she'd only had it for a year. “I'm a side-sleeper. Right side, so … normally, I like to face my partners. Which means I'd need to be on the right side. I think?" She frowned. “Yeah, that sounds, um … " She looked to him, desperate for a reaction. “Is that okay?"

“Uh-huh," Apollo finally said, at the window. He looked at the backyard, then examined her frilly curtains.

“Yeah, I know, they're kinda gauzy. But that's cause I'm on the east side of the house, and I wanna let some light through in the afternoon. Heh, at night, the neighbors can probably see shadows going to town in here. No one's complained so far."

“You in heat?"

“What? Oh. Um … no. Hah. No, still a week out."

At that, Apollo turned around and raised his arms, stripping off his shirt in one smooth motion.

Juniper's eyes widened.

It wasn't that Apollo was ripped. Though nicely chiseled, he had some pudge to him.

But the buck gave off vibes.

He carried himself in such an easy, unbothered way, like a champion boxer.

And then the pants dropped.

Holy Eggs Benedict.

The cock was nice, sure. Already erect. Had to be at least six inches! Thick with a capital T. But it was eclipsed by his balls. No wonder he asked if she was in heat. What a potent-looking package!

The rat advanced upon her with a brooding, determined look.

Juniper gulped, backing into the bed and falling back upon it with a chirp.

“What's wrong?" Eagan asked, sitting at the kitchen table.

“Nothin'." Petra opened the fridge. “Just wonderin' how June's doin'."

“You think they're already at it? He's only been here ten minutes! He probably doesn't even remember her name."

“Wham, Bam, Thank Ya Ma'am. That's rat bucks for ya."

“For being so equivocal about them—"

“Equi-what?"

“Uncertain."

“Mm."

“They live rent-free in your head."

The rat closed the refrigerator door and paced to the sink. Then back again. Blowing out a breath, she wandered to the table and sat next to her mate.

He remained quiet, knowing when she needed a moment.

Petra finally said, “Used to be so intense 'tween me and him. Atomic bombs goin' off. Y'know? I don't know if I ever actually loved him, but there was chemistry." She tilted her head, staring at the floor. “Part of me wanted to know if I'd left anything on the table … "

“And?"

A headshake. “It's not there anymore. We used to argue, and it'd get me horny. Earlier, at the door? I was just gettin' pissed."

“Does that make you sad?"

“Change is always a little sad. Means you've lost something."

“Or gained it," the chipmunk countered gently. Eagan reached for the rat's nearest paw. Laced their fingers together, giving a squeeze.

She squeezed back, saying, “As for June … might seem like I'm jealous, but I'm not. Life is about experiences. Everyone should be with a rat buck at least once."

“Does that include me?"

“Almost everyone."

“What if I just give him muzzle?"

“He might fuck your face off," Petra said casually. “Or break your neck with his balls."

Eagan laughed.

Petra tilted her head. “Do you really wanna?"

The other rodent shook his head. “I'm curious as heck, but … mm, I'm not like you and Juniper."

“Yeah. You got nuts."

“Heh. You know what I mean." He took a breath. “I gotta be emotionally attached to get aroused. That takes time. More than ten minutes, anyway."

“He just better not mess her up," the rat said, releasing Eagan's paw and returning to the sink. Arms crossed, she paced again, bare foot-paws lightly slapping on the wood panel floor.

“She's indestructible." Weasels were gymnast-level flexible. There was a reason they dominated the floor exercise at the Olympics.

Petra sat down again. In a different chair this time.

“The thing about rat bucks, Chippy, is they're easy to fall for. They look like dreamboats, float like dreamboats. So, you board 'em, impressed by the amenities … they're unflappable, unsinkable! Only, they got no sense of navigation. You end up lost at sea."

“How so?"

“It just goes nowhere with 'em. They can't be real with you. All their vulnerabilities stuffed away to keep up appearances with the boys."

“What about the gay ones?"

“All bros. Probably in denial."

“Oh, come on. You're generalizing. They can't all like that?"

Petra shrugged. “Sometimes, you gotta generalize to make a broader point."

Eagan seemed unconvinced. “You hardly wear your vulnerabilities on your fur, either. You're more like Apollo than you want to admit. That's probably why it was always gonna fall apart."

“I got three brothers, no sisters. Never had any rat doe friends. Was always a tomboy." The rat shrugged, thinking about it. “Maybe?"

“I think more than maybe."

The rat sighed.

“We should be thanking him, really."

“For what?"

“If he keeps you, we'd never have met. And neither of us would've met Juniper."

Petra nodded. “True enough."

“I like what we have. Can't imagine it differently. I love the both of you."

The brown rat squinted and smiled. “Smartass. You're just tryin' to get me to say it back."

“What? That you love me?"

“Uh-huh."

“You said it to Juniper last night. Isn't it my turn?"

Petra took a deep breath and said, “Eh, you're puttin' me on the spot. Nah. Can't say it now."

“No fair!"

“Later. Maybe tomorrow."

Eagan giggled. “Wow, high priority."

Petra smirked and blew her mate a kiss.

On the other side of the house, Apollo, in the fur, was taking full advantage of Juniper's pliable nature.

Her panties flew across the room, landing with her skirt. Both removed by Apollo himself (in hungry haste) while she arched and writhed to make it easier.

The rat left her shirt on, though, keeping her modest, B-Cup breasts hidden from direct view and touch.

Should she be offended?

What, she wasn't busty enough?

Maybe he was a pussy-only guy?

(Did those exist?)

Maybe he was saving them for later?

Probably just impatie—

The weasel shrieked!

The grey rat bent her long, naked legs bent all the way back above her head. Leaning forward, his broad, bare shoulders lowered onto the backs of her thighs, her body buttressing his as he bore down on her in a full-blown mating press.

He grabbed her wrists, pinning her arms above her head.

Gosh, he was strong!

“Ah!" She arched and wriggled. “Ah, c-can … can I have one paw free, though? Just, just, uh … mm! I wanna rub my—"

Apollo wordlessly obliged, letting her have both paws back. Not so much because he was a considerate lover, but he'd grabbed her too soon. He still needed to point and guide his cock inside her. One arm stilting his upper body in place, the other reached down to grab himself.

His thick, stiff organ, a veritable rodent missile, was now aimed and approaching its target.

Bodies shuffled.

The tip kissed her petals.

Then—

Wham!

Juniper chattered and hissed as she was penetrated, taken to an immediate, full-on hilt.

Apollo's second arm planted onto the sheets (the butterfly comforter was on bunched at the foot of the bed), and he maintained direct eye contact as he railed her.

No ceremony.

No foreplay or teasy conversation.

He just got straight to smashing.

“Oh, my …oh, gosh, oh, gosh!" Juniper muttered frantically. What had she gotten herself into?

Or, more accurately: what had she allowed to get into her?

Bam, bam, bam!

He was already humping so hard the headboard was rapping against the wall. It was probably going to leave a dent.

Juniper arched, sucking air, desperately reaching between their bodies for her clit. Her face lit up as her fingers touched it. She rubbed herself furiously as the rat did his thing.

Apollo huffed.

She made a high-pitched, whistling noise, baring her fans. Her teeth were a lot sharper than his. Claws, too, which she dug into his back. But he didn't seem to notice or care. It was like he was the predator here!

The rat's sturdy hips blurred, his body rocking, rolling in carnal rhythm.

Slick-slap-slap!

Those balls.

Oh, gosh.

They whapped against her. The wetter she became, the louder and lewder it got.

“Ah! Ah … hahh … "

Juniper couldn't keep quiet.

Apollo's pink, dishy ears swiveled at her sounds, but he didn't vocalize much. Panting. An occasional, restrained moan or grunt. That was it.

He … he was enjoying this, right?

She was doing a good job for him?

Unable to tell from his noises, she looked at his face, but it was an unreadable mask of single-minded concentration. He ground his teeth together, making his eyes boggle, staring into her soul while doing it.

Was he doing that on purpose?

Those eyes!

So dark and deep. Pulsating black holes of masculinity, their gravity drawing in the light of Juniper's bright blues.

Overcome, she got lost in him, her willpower crushed by his gravity.

Juniper gasped.

“I'm … I'm! Ah, haaaa! AH!"

If Apollo cared she was having an orgasm, he didn't show it. Didn't slow down. Didn't kiss her face or grab her ass. He just kept motoring. Hips crushing her down into the mattress, cock glistening, dripping with her juices.

Juniper shuddered as she came again.

One climax into another, no time to recover.

“Oh! Oh … f-f … fuck," she gurgled, seeing stars, caught in a supernova of breathless, sexual bliss.

Finally, the rat hilted, hiked his thick, ropy tail high in the air. Giving a deep, relieved groan, he pumped the weasel full of seed. Those balls weren't for show. Clearly. He over-filled her, leaving a sloppy, sticky mess. She'd have been a goner if she were in heat.

Was it … was it finally over?

The weasel licked her fangs, eyes half-open, pupils dilated. “Wow … "

Apollo, the deed done, got off and flexed a bit. “Where's the shower?"

“Down the … the hall," Juniper panted, staring at the ceiling. “On the right. No, left. Has a dark knob on it."

“M'kay."

Juniper eagerly sat up. “Want me to join you? I'd be hap—"

“Nah." He got back into his underwear, not bothering with pants and shirt as he gave her the same fist bump he'd tried to give Petra.

The weasel hesitated and returned it.

“Cool," he said, leaving the room.

Juniper blew out a breath when he was gone.

That guy!

Acting like he owned the place!

Well.

He'd just about owned her, hadn't he?

Like, damn.

Juniper flopped back down.

The weasel could see why Apollo confounded Petra so much.

How could someone so physically talented have such a lack of personality? Not to mention imagination. He seemed to have one mode.

Not that she'd be turning down another ride!

But, still.

It would probably get old after a while …

Lucky I'm a weasel or I'd be sore as hell tomorrow.

She felt around between her legs.

Yeah, she'd have to change the sheets.

Her phone buzzed.

“Mm?"

The weasel wiped her paw on her belly before stretching her arm, grabbing her device, and reading the text. It was from Petra.

'u done'

Juniper sent back a 'wide eyed surprise' emoji.

The next evening, Apollo was gone.

And Juniper was in bed again.

Sheets fresh. Lights off. Legs over her head.

“Like this?" Petra said, bending her mate back while gently guiding a strap-on dildo into her sex.

Eagan was in the other bedroom, fast asleep. He had an early workday tomorrow.

“Yeah, he … he pinned me over like this, and then he just, y'know, went to town. Never lost pace."

“Mm, he's always been like that. It's somethin', isn't it?"

“Yeah. But, heh, after the … the fourth or fifth time, I was, like, okay buddy. Ha. Is your dial broken? There's more than one way to please a lady."

“Do tell," Petra cooed.

“Mm, y'know. Like … like flirting and foreplay," the weasel replied, almost shyly. She got submissive in bed with Petra in a way that not even Apollo could make her. It was the difference between intimacy and sex. And when you combined the two? Oh, boy. She wriggled with anticipation. “And teasing and, ahh, seduction … "

“Mm, lost arts," the rat cooed as she eased the dildo all the way into the weasel's wet, soft sex, stretching her wide. Filling her deep. A slow pull back, then a quicker grind back in. The rat stayed there and said, “Ask for it."

Juniper shivered, reaching up for her mate. “Petra … please … "

“Please what, Slinky?" she murmured.

“Fuck me."

“Mm, no, nope, 'fraid I can't do that."

Juniper was confused for a split second, but then asked, “Make love to me?"

“That I can do. With pleasure." She gave Juniper her legs back, urging, “Wrap them round me."

The weasel didn't hesitate to obey.

Arms, too.

They hugged.

The rat groped her scrawny ass.

Juniper presented herself for a kiss, opening her toothy maw.

Tilting her muzzle, Petra took the invite. She suckled on her mate's lips, their breasts softly smooshing together as they connected.

Juniper, between kisses, sighed, “I love you."

“Enough to eat me out after this?"

“Mm, mmhmm!"

“Then I love you, too," Petra whispered back (her smirk lost in the dark). She raised her hips, easing the dildo back, back. Back. And then swiftly thrusting.

“Ah!"

The weasel chirped, clutching to her mate for dear life.

Apollo might've been able to launch a girl into orbit. But it took a real goddess to get her to the moon.