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Tales from the Cradle

Matt’s First Day

By Joshua “Kyrien” Cranston

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“Pass complete, and Mitchell’s all alone! The twenty… the ten… touchdown Javelins!” A roar went up in the bar, and Matt added his voice to it. Getting to watch his (previous, he supposed) home team play was definitely taking the husky’s mind off of being completely naked in a room full of strangers… but not completely enough to get rid of the persistent erection that that fact was giving him. He’d known he had an exhibitionist streak for years, but he’d never imagined he’d get to explore it on such a scale!

He was just raising his bottle to his lips when Cameron’s voice sounded inside his head, causing him to twitch. It was going to take a while to get used to that. “You’ve got incoming at six o’clock, dude.” Looking over his shoulder, he spotted the… kangaroo rat or jerboa or whatever he’d chatted with while waiting his turn at intake waving nervously at him. Caleb, that was his name.

“Oh, hey man. Funny running into you again already. You settling in okay?”

Caleb let out an anxious giggle. “I guess?” Twitch, twitch. “I can’t go three seconds without fighting down a freak-out over being naked though.” Twitch. “And um, I kinda asked my new imaginary friend where you were because you’re like the only person here I even sort of know and I’m not good at being alone when I’m nervous so I was kinda hoping you’d be okay with me hovering around for a little bit until I stop panicking and… um… yeah. Is that cool?” The jerboa’s entire body shuddered again, wracked with nervous energy that had nowhere to go.

“Uh, yeah, that’s cool.” Matt patted the stool next to his, and Caleb vaulted it in a single bounce, catching himself with both paws on the bar. The husky winced slightly; he was sure his balls would meet a tragic end if he tried that, but it was the jerboa’s default mode of travel. “One thing though… uh, Cameron, are you just… ratting me out to anyone who asks?” He paused, glancing at Caleb again. “Uh, no offense on the rat thing.”

The AI-driven pseudo-samoyed spoke up again. “Dude said he knew you, and his daemon was worried he was gonna have a heart attack. Besides, I figured you wouldn’t be hanging out at a bar if you wanted privacy. Did I fuck up?”

Matt shook his head. “Nah, it’s fine, just figuring out the rules ‘n all.” He returned his attention to the quivering bouncemouse beside him, and discovered that Caleb was trying very hard not to stare at the rigid dog dick jutting out from between his legs. Come to think, the jerboa had made an offhand comment about being more into guys while they were waiting to get checked in. Matt felt himself flush as his heart sped up. Now that he was letting himself really see Caleb, he realized the bouncemouse was actually pretty cute for a dude, and that unleashed the kind of thoughts he’d always pushed way down into the basement of his mind in years past…

“So um, wasn’t expecting you to be hitting the bar so soon after we got here. I hid in my new apartment until I was bouncing off the walls. Like, literally. I turned into a living ping pong ball. Leon basically kicked me out before I broke something. Oh um, that’s my daemon, Leon. So I asked him where you were.”

Matt laughed at the description. “I just couldn’t figure out what to do with myself, so I figured I’d catch the game and take the edge off my nerves while I work myself up to… you know. Do my job.”

“Aaaa don’t make me think about that, I’m not ready yet!”

The husky laughed again. “If you don’t even wanna think about getting your dick wet, you might’ve picked the wrong job, bouncy.”

The jerboa’s huge ears reddened and angled back. “I-it’s not that, I just... I um…” He wrung his paws a bit, looking away. “If I tell you something, will you promise not to laugh?”

Matt finished off his beer, but decided not to signal for another. Two was enough to qualify as brain lubricant, and he had no intention of getting hammered. “I can do that.”

“I’ve never, um… I’ve never fucked a woman before.”

Matt’s ears shot up, and he gave Caleb a worried look. “Huh? I thought you said you were bi.”

“I am! I just… I’ve never had an actual girlfriend. Guys are just… just easier, y’know?”

The husky snorted. “If you say so. I-*” His voice suddenly froze, as he realized he was about to betray his own thoughts on other guys, setting off the ‘no homo’ alarm he’d always relied on to not make things weird with his friends. He stared off into the distance as his thoughts became a frantic jumble. On the one paw, it wasn’t like Caleb would give him shit for admitting that some of his daydreams about his high school football team’s cheerleaders included the other guys from the team rutting them while he watched. On the other, he had just gotten to New Dawn, and hadn’t had time to really consider whether he was okay giving up the ‘straight identity’ that had kept him comfortable since those thoughts started creeping in.

But then his eyes went back to Caleb’s, and he saw real fear in them. Fear of his situation or fear of Matt’s reaction, he couldn’t say, but he knew the jittery rodent needed reassurance. He sighed. “Look, I… I can say from experience you’ve got nothing to be afraid of, alright? I guess it can be tricky getting into a girl’s head, but that’s not the part of ‘em you’ve gotta get into here, am I right?”

“I guess not, but that makes it even weirder, just fucking some woman I don’t even know!”

The absurdity of the situation made Matt roll his eyes, and Caleb cringed visibly, giving the husky an immediate surge of guilt. “What I’m saying is, you get to skip all the hard parts, like coming up with date ideas or wracking your brain trying to figure out what you said wrong when your girl gets pissed at you out of the blue. You go right to the fun stuff, get your rocks off, and then go back to-*” A smaller roar went up, followed by a single, comically overdone ‘boo’ from one diehard fan, and he looked back up to the TV to realize that the Tribals had tied the game back up. “...to watching the game, or whatever it is you do for fun. You uh, you do go both ways, right?”

“Yeah! I mean, you shoulda seen how much straight porn I had on my PC back home…”

“Well now you can do that shit yourself, for free, whenever you want. Heck, just think of it like you’re making a porno if you want. You’ll be fucking for a paycheck anyway so it’s almost the same thing, just without having to do those corny overblown moans they all seem to think are hot.”

Caleb scratched behind his right ear. “I guess you’re right.” He glanced at Matt’s dick for a split second again, but despite how obvious it was that he wanted the husky’s body, he showed no signs of sprouting a boner of his own. Well, anxiety could do that. In fact, Matt felt his own erection starting to flag slightly, and realized it was for the same reason, because there was a little voice in the back of his head that kept repeating the same thing over and over.

If you wanna find out, now’s your chance.

Fuck.

It was true, though… from how he was acting, Matt was pretty sure Caleb would bend over for him the moment he asked. Or go down on him, at the very least. Despite his misgivings about the idea of opening a door he might not be able to close again, he’d be lying to himself if he insisted that part of him wasn’t seriously tempted by the idea. And he’d had just enough liquid courage to be able to fight past his inhibitions. He let out a sigh, closed his eyes for a moment, then sat up straighter - and let out a single ‘hah’ as he realized he was about to do the least ‘straight’ thing he’d ever done.

“Make you a deal, Caleb. You wanna find out what women are like… well, I’ve been curious for years, so maybe I wanna find out what men are like.” The jerboa’s long ears shot up at that, and his eyes widened. “I’ll see if I can find us some pussy. I’ll even show you how it’s done. You go through with it, and afterward…” He trailed off. He couldn’t make himself say it.

“...I wanna suck you off.”

Matt’s heart skipped a beat. There it was. The naked offer seemed so much more real than when it was just a libido-driven notion. “Yeah. You in?”

A huge shiver went through the slender rodent’s body, almost like he was shaking off water, and he nearly fell off of his stool. “Y… yeah. Yes. Yes I am in. Oh fuck…” He immediately hunkered down, his moment of courage evaporating instantly as he realized what he’d just committed to doing.

“Deal.” Matt huffed a breath. Now for the hard part: finding a chick willing to fuck not only him, but the jittery jerboa as well…

Or maybe not. Cameron spoke up in his head. “Dude, I am all about this plan. You can leave wingman duties to me. In fact, there’s a snow leopard here going mad with heat who came here explicitly to get the fire doused, and she’s been checking you out since she walked in the door. Four o’clock, Javelins jersey and nothing else.”

Matt twisted on his stool, scanning back and to his right, and spotted her almost immediately. The moment their eyes met, she smiled, and then lifted a paw to wiggle her fingers in greeting. Feeling his erection spring back to full strength as the reality of what he was about to do settled in, he returned the smile, and addressed Caleb without breaking eye contact. “Don’t look now, but I think the fun just came to us, bouncy. You, uh, don’t have a problem with cats, do you?”

“Hell no. I’m half lion.”

That got him to look back over. “No shit? Well c’mon, let’s see if that hot piece of snep over there is up for taking both our loads!” Without further preamble, he turned away from the bar and dropped off of his stool, and was gratified by the way his suggested target’s eyes widened as he stopped hiding his raging boner with his body.

Weaving between the tables, he heard another cheer go up, and fought down the urge to glance back at the TV. He had his own game to win, now. The leopard’s smile opened into a fangy grin as he approached. “So uh, hey. I’m Matt, and this…” He glanced back over his shoulder, then leaned to grab the diffident jerboa’s arm and drag him closer. “...is Caleb. It’s our first day here, so I uh, don’t exactly know like, the etiquette for this sorta thing around he-*”

He was silenced by a single feline finger on the tip of his muzzle. “I am Natasha, and my daemon, she has told me all. The three of us, we each have our problems, yes? But together we will leave here with no problems.” Removing her finger, she rose to her feet, turned, and leaned forward, gripping the edge of her table as her gloriously thick and fluffy tail flagged to the side. “But your friend must be patient, because I expect you to be thorough.”

“Y-yes ma’am!” God, despite the little pep talk he’d given Caleb, he hadn’t fully grasped how easy it was to get laid in New Dawn until that very moment! He shot the jerboa an incredulous grin, and discovered that the wide-eyed rodent was finally starting to get hard as well.

Stepping in behind Natasha, Matt put a paw on her hip, taking a moment to savor her deliciously soft fur. This was it, then. He was about to get to enjoy his kink for showing off, and - if he was lucky - make himself a father. And after that, well… this was sure to be the biggest day of firsts in his entire life! Bending his knees slightly, he slipped his aching cock between her legs, rubbing the top side of it against her soft labia a few times and thrilling to the dampness he felt spreading from the contact. He pulled back slowly, letting his tapered tip naturally slip upwards between her folds until he felt the second opening, and lingered on the threshold long enough to give Caleb a big, fangy grin… before slipping himself, slowly and smoothly, into her waiting vagina.

He barely registered the pleasured hiss from his feline paramour. The wet heat of her pussy, and the awareness that he was fucking a stranger in a room full of people whose names he didn’t even know, consumed nearly all of his awareness. His other paw settled onto Natasha’s waist, and he groaned, thrusting tentatively into her waiting body a few times as his eyes shut and his ears folded back. “Oh god. You feel amazing…”

“So do you. Nnnh… do not be gentle. I wish to be bred!”

“You asked for it, babe!” Baring his teeth in a savage grin, he slammed his hips forward, jolting the leopard’s body and forcing a sharp yelp out of her. Letting his instincts take over, the husky started rutting her like an animal, nearly losing his balance before he adjusted his stance. He was no stranger to pussy, but he’d almost always had to use a rubber in the past, and even on the few occasions he’d been able to skip the condom, he’d known that his partner was on birth control. Nothing compared to the feeling of his bare flesh plunging into a hot, wet cunt without the slightest bit of protection, coupled with the knowledge that its owner wanted his child growing in her! His knot started to swell immediately, and with an immense effort of will, he shortened his thrusts, keeping it out of her dripping vulva so as to give her the ‘thoroughness’ she demanded. His instincts screamed in protest! He wanted to tie her, to impregnate her, immediately! But this was his first time as a government-sanctioned baby-making machine, and for his own sake as much as hers, he wanted to savor it.

Cracking his eyes open again, he glanced around the room, and found no few of the patrons splitting their attention between the game and the show he was putting on for him, which sent his excitement careening through the roof! Eventually, his gaze made its way back to Caleb, and he found the bouncemouse staring at him, and what he was doing, wide-eyed and open-mouthed, hunger and arousal writ large in every line of his lithe body. The jerboa was rock hard by this point, and liberally dripping rodent pre down onto the floor as he struggled not to break the Cradle’s rules by masturbating furiously to the sight. Inhibitions utterly destroyed by arousal, Matt reached over with his left paw to help his new friend out, closing it around Caleb’s smaller shaft and pumping over it hard and fast several times. Caleb practically shrieked in surprise, his body going tense and paws hovering shakily in the air before him, before Matt released him to reclaim his grip on his snep-bitch.

Okay, having another man’s dick in his paw actually felt really good. So that was an answer to that question. Bisexual Club membership officially confirmed.

It was getting harder and harder by the moment to stop himself from tying the leopard, though. The fury of the raw sexual fire raging through his mind and body would not be denied for much longer. Biting his lip, he fought through the mental fog for something, anything to distract him… and barked out a single laugh as he settled on an idea. “So I… nnh, I might be new here but… I think you’re out of dress code, Nats. I love the Javs as much as the nnnnext guy but…” At great inner expense, he stopped fucking her long enough to grab the bottom of her jersey and pull it upward. “...I think they’ll forgive you for taking my load naked.”

Laughing softly, the leopard pulled the shirt up and off, wobbling slightly as she removed her paws from the table, and tossed it across the back of her prior seat. “Yes, I think I have found a better spear, and it is not meant for throwing!”

“Rrrh, you better believe it!” Leaning further over his feline bitch, he closed a paw over her left breast, smearing it with Caleb’s pre, as he resumed his assault, his eyes rolling back as the last of his self-control disintegrated. It was time. He plunged himself fully into her again, relishing the gasp as she felt his half-formed knot pop into her slickened birth canal, and pressed his cheek to the back of her right shoulder as he committed to sealing the deal. It only took a few more thrusts from that point before his knot caught inside her, and a wave of goosebumps fluffed up his shaggy pelt. The point of no return had been passed. Now nothing could stop him from filling her unprotected womb with his sperm, as one of the few men left in the nation with the power to sire young. Growling urgently, he bucked his hips in short, fierce motions, grinding his rounded pecs against the soft fur of her back as the pleasure and immediacy of his life-giving release bloomed in his balls and groin. His eyes slammed shut, his ears folded, and his lips drew back as the intensity of his orgasm consumed his mind and body.

“Gggh… c-cumming! I… I’m knocking you uuuUUUUP!” His powerful body shuddered, and he felt his balls start twitching rhythmically as his powerful seed surged up in and through him, erupting deep into Natasha’s pussy and flooding into her waiting, heat-stricken womb, again and again! A heartbeat later, the leopard let out a high, thin wail, and he felt her vagina convulse hungrily around his twitching, spurting penis as his climax was passed along to her!

It was like nothing Matt had ever experienced. Was it the first dose of Viritol he’d taken a couple hours prior? Was it the audience? Was it the knowledge that he was making himself a father? Whatever the reason, the storm of electric rapture filling his mind passed the point he’d previously considered peak carnal bliss and just kept going until only the tie and his grip on Natasha’s body kept him from collapsing on the spot… and he might not even have noticed if he had!

Twenty seconds or an hour later, conscious thought finally crept back in around the edges of the mind-blanking ecstasy roaring inside him, and the first thing he registered was the sound of cheering from the folks in the bar. On autopilot, he cracked one eye open to see what had just happened in the game - not that he actually cared at the moment, but it was habit! - and discovered the TV was showing a commercial. It took a full five seconds for his grievously impaired mind to register that the other patrons weren’t looking at the TV anymore.

They were looking at him.

He wasn’t done cumming. Oh no, far from it. Despite how explosive his climax had been, he was still a stud-dog in his sexual prime, and his balls were going to keep pumping out his one-in-a-thousand potent sperm for at least the next twenty minutes, unless the hot piece of cat under him found some way to break the tie. The feeling of a bunch of total strangers not only watching him fuck, but rooting for him as hard as they had for their favorite sports team, made that all the more certain. He felt powerful… masculine… virile in a way he’d never experienced before, and that was despite the fact that he’d never suffered from self-image problems in the first place! It all made him want to peak again, right away, from the sheer high of it all… and to his shock, he felt the sustained, glowy bliss of his protracted canine ejaculation start to spike again, less than a minute into his release!

“W-wha… oh! Ohhh, oh fuck, how… wha… aaaa… AGGHHNN!” Before he could even come to terms with what was happening, the gentle twitching of his heavy balls gave way to a painful clench, and he held onto Natasha for dear life with both arms as a second climax struck like chain lightning, his entire body trembling and going weak as the first double orgasm of his life wrung him out like a dishrag!

“H-holy shit Matt, did you just…?” The husky had temporarily forgotten how to signal his eyes that he wanted them to open back up, but he had no trouble imagining Caleb’s expression as he asked that.

“Hnnnff… yeah, I did. Ow. Felt like someone just tried to empty my balls by squeezing the juice out of them.” He finally managed to crack one eye open. “Uh, you okay, Nats?”

The leopard whimpered softly for a moment, then took a sharp breath; apparently he wasn’t the only one who had checked out there. “Ah, you are bruising my…”

“Fuck!” He finally realized that he was crushing his kittybitch’s tit in his left paw, and let go abruptly. “Shit, I’m sorry, I didn’t realize…”

Natasha let out a sigh of relief. “It is okay. Flattering, if painful. I have had worse.” She rubbed her breast tentatively, then slumped a bit, panting for breath. “I hope you are feeling properly welcomed to the city, Matt.”

What do you even say to something like that? Matt opened and closed his mouth a couple of times, then just started laughing; Natasha joined in, more quietly, a moment later. Feeling dampness on his face, Matt reached up with his clean paw to wipe away a single tear before it could completely soak into his fur. He wasn’t even sure where it came from. Relief, maybe? Gratitude? Satisfaction? Whatever he was feeling, there sure was a lot of it; maybe that was all the explanation it needed. His dick felt simultaneously hypersensitive and numb, and when he pulled tentatively back to get a sense of how long the tie was going to last, it slipped right out of Natasha’s pussy with a delicious tingle and an almost embarrassingly generous gush of husky semen. Double orgasm equals instant deflation, lesson learned.

Matt paused. Should he say something more? Do something else? By his own standards, this would be time for cuddles and pillow talk, but he didn’t know the first thing about Natasha, and there were no pillows in sight. Despite what he’d said to Caleb, he felt like he ought to…

Oh right! Caleb!

He turned to the jerboa with a grin, which immediately fell as he saw his new friend’s face. Caleb’s expression was an almost comical battle between sexual hunger and outright panic, and he was physically twitching and shivering in the grip of whatever storm was raging through his mind. Right… the bouncemouse had never gotten pussy before, and it was a fair bet he didn’t have Matt’s exhibitionist streak helping him out, or the couple of beers Matt had used to take the edge off, for that matter.

Matt started to reach out a paw, then froze as the ‘no homo’ alarm went off full-force in his mind at what he was planning to do. Eyes narrowing briefly in annoyance, he mentally hammered a fist into it, smashing it to bits. He was done worrying about his hetero image. Putting a paw on the jerboa’s shoulder, he gave Caleb what he hoped was an encouraging smile, then slipped around behind him. “Alright dude, you’re up. Just breathe. You got this.” It took a few gentle nudges to get Caleb standing where he had been a moment before, and Natasha favored them both with an understanding smile.

“Oh fuck, I… I d-dunno if I can…” The jerboa balled and unballed his fists several times, swallowing heavily, but his dick was still rock-hard and dripping.

Matt started massaging Caleb’s shoulders firmly. Damn, his dick wasn’t the only thing as hard as stone! It was a wonder the jerboa hadn’t had a heart attack with how tense he was. “Sure you can, dude. It’s as easy as slipping your paw into a glove. You just sliiiide it right in.” Despite how spent he was, the husky felt a surge of warmth, excitement and rightness as he leaned in close to the cute rodent, murmuring conspiratorially into his huge ear. “Just look at her. She’s waiting for you. Waiting for your cum inside her, mixing with mine. God, it’s just dripping out of her. You wanna feel it, don’t you? My cum, all over your dick as you take her?” Reaching around, he gave Caleb a few more strokes - fuck, he just used his right paw, now they were both dirty - and helped the anxious jerboa line himself up. “Just stop thinking… and fuck!”

Without warning, Caleb latched both paws onto the leopard’s hips and slammed his cock into her waiting vagina. There was no telling who was the most surprised: Matt, Natasha, or Caleb himself! The pretty bouncemouse let out a squeak of shock and alarm, as though his body had just done that without his permission, followed almost immediately by a disbelieving moan of pleasure, as his eyes slammed shut. “Ohhhhh… ohhhhh! It’s s-so… waaaarm…”

“Hell yeah it is, dude. Now, you gonna give this pretty lady what she wants?”

Answering with words was apparently beyond Caleb’s means. He just let out a surprisingly submissive little whimper, along with a small but rapid series of nods, and canted his ears backwards as he started thrusting. A gasp. A whine. Arrhythmic, frantic motions of his hips, as his hunger to breed warred with equally mind-destroying self-consciousness. That long, thin whip of a tail whacked against the insides of both of Matt’s legs several times, before curling around the husky’s right calf as if seeking reassurance. Matt responded by continuing to rub at the rodent’s shoulders and upper back as best he could with Caleb’s lithe body rippling and shuddering before him. “Aaah… aaaAAaaahhh…!”

Matt would not later be able to explain what possessed him in that moment. Without thinking, he ran his padded paws down the sides of Caleb’s slender body, before palming the springy rat’s asscheeks and pressing in with his entire body, his messy and still half-firm dick shoving up against the small of the jerboa’s back as he roughly forced his new friend fully into Natasha’s body and held him there.

The reaction was instantaneous. Caleb’s head snapped back, his soft ears getting folded in half as he mashed them to Matt’s firm chest, and his adorable little muzzle wrenched open in a high-pitched scream of shock and bliss as he added his own potent load of breeder cum to the mess Matt had deposited in the leopard’s ripe pussy. All that frenetic energy finally had somewhere to go, and despite what he considered to be his own impressive performance and subsequent extreme depletion, Matt found himself getting turned on by just how long Caleb kept whimpering and squeaking and bucking against Natasha’s soaked vulva. The jerboa might not look like a stereotypical breeding stud, but the renewed wet pattering of his cum leaking out to add to the growing puddle on the floor made it obvious just how pent up and turned on he’d been… along with the inherent benefits that came with oversized rodent balls!

“Theeere you go Cale, just let it out, nice and easy…” Without thinking, Matt slipped his arms around Caleb’s slender body, hugging him back against the shaggy fur of his own chest. “Virgin no more. Like a fuckin’ pro.” Okay, that last part was an outright lie, but he didn’t care.

The jerboa whimpered again, then panted to catch his breath, still buried in the leopard’s dripping snatch. “I… dude, I wasn’t a virgin…”

Matt’s triangular ears snapped backwards. Shit, he’d said that without thinking. Years of self-imposed heteronormative thinking didn’t go away that quickly. “Uh, sorry, I didn’t mean… you know what I meant, right?”

“Y-yeah. Um. I’m spent, dude, let me…”

“Oh, right.” With one last gentle squeeze, Matt released Caleb and stepped back, letting him extricate himself from carnal union with the leopard neither of them knew, but that now held the remaining half of the jerboa’s v-card. Out of basic courtesy, a lingering attachment to the norms of the outside world, and perhaps most of all a desire to give Caleb a moment to collect himself, he stepped around to Natasha’s side as she straightened up and arched her aching back, and took one of her paws in his, lifting it to his lips to kiss its knuckles. “Madam, it has been a pleasure and a privilege.”

The leopard shot him a fangy grin. “Yes, it has. For all of us, I believe.” Another cheer went up, and Matt perked his ears, looking around a bit self-consciously. He needn’t have worried, though; all eyes were fixed on the television this time, and he discovered the Javelins had just secured the win, and their spot in the playoffs.

He chuckled, wagging slowly. “Guess Caleb and I aren’t the only ones who just scored. Man, can this day get any better?” He was surprised by a touch on his left paw as the jerboa slipped one of his own into it, looking up at the husky with a warm but bashful smile.

“Wanna find out?”

They were both too wrung out, and too messy, for Matt to make good on his side of the deal then and there, but when it turned out his new apartment was much closer than Caleb’s, the two of them zoomed back there in silence. With the heat of the moment past, Matt found his heart pounding in his chest the entire way. Was he actually ready to go through with… with what he’d promised? Everything had happened - was happening - so quickly that he hadn’t had a chance to untangle how he actually felt about putting his dick in another man’s mouth, but he’d never been the sort to welch on an agreement. His head was still spinning when the door shut behind them.

“So uh, you want first shower, dude?”

“Nuh-uh. You’re coming with me.”

“Uhhh, I dunno if I can just… shower with you…”

The bouncemouse gave him a bucktoothed grin, his long whiskers splaying. “Sure you can, dude. It’s as easy as slipping your paw into a glove.” Without waiting for a response, he grabbed Matt’s paw again and hauled him toward the bathroom door… and while Caleb would have no hope of overpowering Matt if he resisted, some part of the husky wanted an excuse to go along with it, and he let himself be dragged into the shower with the cute rodent.

And sure, it was awkward at first. Really awkward, at least for Matt. He was no stranger to locker room showers with the team, but those had a rigid if unspoken code of etiquette: no looking, and definitely no touching. Caleb, on the other paw, went to the other extreme, shampooing Matt up with a positively lascivious thoroughness. Ears pinned back, Matt tried to endure it with equanimity, as powerfully conflicted feelings wrestled inside him. Part of him felt as though he was losing his identity… he’d only just gotten to the Cradle, and had had no time to adjust to his life as a breeder, and here he was letting some guy who had been more or less functionally gay less than an hour ago wash him! Shouldn’t he stop, take stock, figure out whether he was really okay with this?

But at the same time, he felt all of those suppressed thoughts and feelings taking advantage of the situation to worm their way to the surface. All the times he’d forced himself to stare at the wall, when he wanted to admire. All of the times he’d wondered how different a man’s paw would feel on him, from a woman’s. All of the times a feeling of camaraderie or of envy had started to bloom into a different sort of attraction, only to be violently crushed before it could be discovered. And after all, did whatever happened here have to be any different from what happened back at the bar? He could make good on his promise, then send Caleb on his way, keeping only the answered questions. Yeah… that was it. Pay your end of the bargain, he thought, and then you can go back to how things were. You never even have to talk to him again if you don’t want to.

He refused to acknowledge the twinge of pain that last thought gave him. He wasn’t ready to admit what it implied.

With at least an imperfect answer in paw, he stopped tuning out what Caleb was doing, and felt a thrill of excitement as it registered how the smaller man’s paws were lingering on his biceps, his abs, his back. The jerboa wasn’t just getting him clean, he was practically worshipping Matt’s physique, and the husky felt that sense of masculine power and pride surging back up, despite the fact that it was a guy doing it. Seeing that he was no longer checked out to fight his inner battle, Caleb smiled up at him again, and Matt found himself returning it without effort.

And then the jerboa’s newly resoaped paws slipped in to clean the husky’s balls and sheath, and he jumped so sharply he fell on his ass.

“Oh shit, are you okay?”

“Ow. Um, yeah. Just… wasn’t ready.” Matt struggled back to his feet, nearly falling again, and breathing heavily for reasons that had nothing to do with exertion.

Caleb paused, water dripping off of his long whiskers. “So uh… does that mean you’re ready now?”

Matt took a heavy breath, braced one paw on the wall, and closed his eyes with a nod. “Yeah. I think sohhhh…” That last word turned into a breathy moan as those worshipful rat-paws returned to his sack, rubbing and stroking... and despite his doubt and anxiety, the husky found himself springing a fresh erection, which Caleb immediately slathered in soap and started stroking.

“Oh fuck… I thought you wanted…”

Caleb chuckled. “I do, but I’m not ready for you to taste like pussy. Besides, you went soft without cleaning off, so…” Tugging back at the edge of Matt’s sheath, he worked his smaller fingers in carefully, cleaning up the partially-internal mess the husky had made of himself.

Matt’s ears burned. Why was this turning him on so damned much? Wait, why had it stopped? He reopened his eyes to see the soaked rat smirking up at him with his paws on his hips.

“What, do you expect me to rinse you off too? You’re between me and the showerhead.”

Oh. Right.

Matt detached the head and started thoroughly rinsing himself off, as Caleb moved on to shampooing his own thinner fur. The husky was relieved that his new friend hadn’t expected him to return the favor… even if part of him was bashfully disappointed. By the time he finished rinsing the soap out of his own fur, Caleb was properly lathered up, and he figured it was only fair to at least do the last part for him, hosing the rat down as thoroughly as he could. Except for his face, anyway; some things are best done for oneself.

He then realized that the fact that his studio apartment’s bedroom had come standard with two towels actually made a lot of sense.

Paradoxically, Matt’s anxiety surged up again as he stopped being alone in his bathroom with another man. He knew what was coming, after all. “So, uh, should I-”

Caleb cut him off by wrapping a paw around his muzzle. “Shush. It’s my turn now. Lie down, relax, and let me work.”

Matt’s eyes widened briefly. He hadn’t realized Caleb could even be assertive! With a timid nod, he turned away, climbed hesitantly into bed, and flopped on his back, laying his arms on the sheets. No, paws on his chest. Behind his head? Standing next to him, Caleb laughed.

“Now who’s acting like a virgin?”

“Hey man, I’ve never done this before!”

“What, you’ve never gotten a BJ?”

“N-not from another guy!”

“Chill dude, it’s not like I’m hiding a second dick in my mouth or something. Didn’t I tell you to relax?”

“Right…” Laying his paws across his belly, Matt closed his eyes, let out a heavy breath, and tried to do as he’d been told. He felt the mattress shift as the naked jerboa climbed onto the bed with him. Gentle touches under his knees persuaded him to lift and spread them, and then one of those delicate paws wrapped around his shaft again, stroking it back to full hardness.

Despite Matt’s anxiety, his cock didn’t take much convincing.

“Mmm, it looks even bigger up close.” Fuck, Matt could feel Caleb’s breath on his dick as he spoke. “Hope you saved some for me, big guy.” And without further preamble, Matt felt Caleb’s thin lips slide down onto the first three inches of his shaft.

Immediately, Matt’s sore balls lurched, and his breath caught in his throat. No, this wasn’t his first blowjob. In fact, he’d thought his second girlfriend had been pretty good at them.

He realized immediately he’d been wrong. She’d had no idea what she was doing.

Caleb did.

Matt’s back arched off of the mattress, and a moan escaped his throat before he even realized it was happening. The jerboa might as well have been working with a map of his nervous system. He knew exactly where to touch, how firmly, for how long, always moving on a heartbeat before Matt could adapt to the sensations, always giving him what his body wanted before he knew he wanted it. And beneath it all, there was a constant undercurrent of excitement at how forbidden it was, at least among Matt’s prior circles, that he was giving another man his dick. Pleasure bloomed in his shaft, in his loins, spreading out into his belly and thighs as his knot rapidly inflated and his balls found some more pre to feed Caleb’s worshipful muzzle.

He’d been worried he wouldn’t be able to cum again after what he’d just done at the bar. He needn’t have been. Caleb ran his pawpads gently, teasingly, over the base of Matt’s knot, and he felt himself clench up, staggering on the precipice. “Ahh… aaahhhh…!”

And suddenly, the jerboa stopped, pulling off.

Matt cracked one eye open. “W-wha? C’mon, I waAAH!” His eye slammed shut again as, just as suddenly as he’d stopped, Caleb went back to work. A paw pumped over his cock, stopping at the top edge of his knot, as the rat licked and suckled at his tapered head… only to pause again as Matt got close. Fuck! The jerboa could read him like a book, and was edging him like a demon! His knot got so sensitive that Caleb could make him shudder with the merest brush of his fingers. Sometimes the jerboa would take most of him into his warm, soft mouth, just nursing on his leaking penis for a minute or two. Other times he’d stroke, or lick, or tease his knot with those gentle touches, driving Matt absolutely insane with the need to cum, but never giving him quite enough to go over. The soreness got worse, but he didn’t even care; the need for release drowned everything else out. Inhibitions burnt to ash, he reached toward Caleb’s head with one paw, intending to hold him down and skullfuck him, but the rodent almost violently slapped his wrist away, making it clear that control was not his to take.

“Hnnnh… c-c’mon man, quit teasing me!”

Caleb pulled off, stroking him with one paw again. “Are you telling me to get serious? Are you saying you want to cum in my mouth?”

Matt’s ears burned. “Y-yeah…”

“Let me hear you say it. Let me hear you beg.”

Distantly, Matt realized that this was Caleb’s way of getting back at him for his comments and attitude earlier, but in that moment he had no time to worry about such things. “Please…”

“Please… what?”

“Please… please finish me. Please let me cum in your mouth. I’m b… beGGHAH!”

Matt had no idea what Caleb was doing, but as he went back down onto the husky’s cock, a pleasure so intense it transformed into pain surged down his shaft and into his body, like his nerves were being electrocuted. Some trick with his tongue, just under the crown of that turgid puppymaker? It was too intense for him to even properly interpret what he was feeling… and a moment later, both of Caleb’s paws closed firmly around and behind his knot, squeezing, pulling, kneading. Matt’s eyes rolled back, and he screamed, thrashing against his bed as his abused and overworked balls clenched up hard, surrendering instantly and offering up every drop of dog-seed he had left to the dominion of the jerboa’s masterful maw.

It wouldn’t be fair to say he blacked out, not exactly, but when the peak finally ebbed, he could no longer feel his dick, he wasn’t sure how long his climax had lasted, and somehow he was holding a pillow pressed tightly over his face that he didn’t remember grabbing.

The silence as he choked back the noises coming unbidden from his throat seemed unnaturally loud. All he could hear was his own panting against the pillow. His mind was reeling. He couldn’t remember ever feeling so defenseless… or so utterly sated. Feeling like the pillow was stopping him from getting enough air, he threw it aside… only to see Caleb almost theatrically swallow down his load.

The cheeky fucker had been waiting so Matt would see it.

“Ho… holy fuck…”

“Is that why you screamed ‘oh my god’?” Caleb grinned down at him, then ruined the effect by coughing repeatedly. “Fuck, how did you have that much left?”

Matt chuckled weakly. “I’m not sure I did. I think I might’ve borrowed some cum from tomorrow. Maybe the day after.” He paused. “That was… wow. I don’t even know what to say.”

Caleb wiped his muzzle with the back of a paw. “Virgin no more.”

The husky groaned good-naturedly. “Okay, yeah, I deserved that. Um. It feels weird to thank someone for going down on me when it was what they asked for but… thank you?”

Caleb smiled. “You’re welcome. I mean that, by the way. Thanks for everything, today.” He looked aside, and his smile faded halfway. “Welp. I guess I should head home.” He climbed off of the bed, paused, then gave a little wave, walking toward the door.

Conflicted feelings erupted anew in Matt’s chest. That was what he wanted, wasn’t it? To break the ice, find out what another guy was like, and then slip back into his comfortable hetero-normal? So why did he feel so…

“Hey. Hold up.”

Caleb paused, looking back at him with an unreadable expression. Matt sat up on the edge of his bed, his cock already halfway back into its sheath after its extreme workout, and put a paw on the side of his head, trying to sort out what he was feeling. It was all too loud and tangled up for him to decipher it right away, but… the thought of Caleb just walking back out of his life like that hurt way too much to dismiss. He got up, joining the jerboa in the middle of the room.

“No need to rush off like that, right?”

Caleb looked away. “I just don’t wanna make it weird. We both just got here and all. I know this whole thing was basically just you holding up your end of a bet, so…” His long tail lashed twice against the floor as he trailed off.

Was that all it was? Certainly, that’s what it was when it started, but now… Matt looked down at the wilted bouncemouse, and all he could think was that he wanted to see him smile again. For him to get back that energy he’d had earlier, just without all the anxiety. To protect him. To keep him close. To…

All at once, it clicked. Aw, fuck. So much for going back to things being simple.

He was falling in love with another man.

Matt sighed, rolling his eyes, and a rueful smile crossed his muzzle. “I get the feeling that things are gonna be weird for a while, Cale.”

The jerboa looked back up at him. “What do you mean?”

Matt put his arms around Caleb, whose face lit up in surprise… and was that hope? “I want you to stick around. I mean… I want…” He couldn’t. He couldn’t say it. He couldn’t even get close. But there was one thing he still could do. With just a moment’s further hesitation, he tilted his head, then leaned in, closing his eyes as he kissed the jerboa tenderly.

The wiry rodent tensed in his arms, and for the span of two heartbeats Matt was afraid he was going to push away and run out the door… but then Caleb let out another soft whimper and sank into the kiss, clinging to the husky’s sturdy body.

‘Weird’ was putting it mildly. Yesterday, he would’ve denied even wanting to try out sex with another guy, and he legitimately wouldn’t have been able to think about having feelings like this for one without laughing at the absurdity. And he knew that this could just be some sort of emotional meltdown from all the changes in his life… but as alien as it felt to be holding and making out with another man, it also felt profoundly right in a way he never would have anticipated. He tightened his grip a bit, and his curly tail started wagging behind him of its own volition. Giving in to what he was feeling, he slipped his tongue between Caleb’s lips… and then recoiled sharply at the taste of his own cum.

Caleb’s eyes snapped back open in fear, but then a moment later he realized what had happened, and he started laughing, nervously at first, and then more sincerely, pressing the side of his face into Matt’s furry chest until the husky was drawn into the laughter as well.

Yeah. This was worth the risk. It was worth all the work he was gonna have to do to adjust.

It was all absolutely worth it.