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A deep breath steadied jittery nerves as Mikey looked down into the pit below. His skateboard was perched on the edge as he prepared to drop in while the sun beat at his back. He could feel a pair of hungry eyes as they stared at him from behind, he knew she was waiting for him to wipe out and eat it. His tail flicked nervously behind him one last time before Mikey leaned his weight forward and committed to the drop. The concrete rushed up at him as the wheels of his skateboard hit the wall and carried him downwards. The sudden drop only lasted for a moment before his vision leveled and he shot up the other side. Mikey caught the opposite lip and pivoted himself around, and without hesitation, dropped back in. “Not bad, could have been better. I was hoping for at least a little trick though,” the owner of those critical eyes said as Mikey stepped away from the edge as coolly as he could manage. “Hey I thought that was pretty good!” he replied with a smile as the girl handed him his water bottle. “Yeah? well why don’t you just watch and learn then?” She said with a playfully smug smile as she tossed her own board down and pushed off. Mikey leaned himself against the skate park’s fence as he watched the girl, a gray and white furred dumbo rat, perch her skateboard at the same edge he’d just dropped in from. “Go on Sam, let's see what you got!” The opossum boy called out to her as she looked back with a stuck out tongue and a middle finger. Mikey smirked as Sam confidently dropped in and disappeared. A moment later she flew up the other side crouched on her board. Unlike him, the rat let herself be carried airborne. He watched as she gripped the edge of her board as she flew out and landed perfectly in the opposite direction. She quickly reappeared at the edge of the bowl with a properly smug grin plastered on her face. “Yeah yeah,” Mikey said in a playfully dismissive voice as he returned the favor and tossed Sam her water bottle as she skated over. “Seems like I’ve got more than you,” she teased, the smug expression still plain on her short snout. “Ah well, you’ve always been more into the tricks than I have, this is just how I get to work,” Mikey said as Sam took a long drink of water. The opossum let his eyes track her as she swallowed and recapped the blue plastic bottle. Sam’s fur was mostly a very light gray, though she also had large areas of white fur as well. Most of her face was a bright white, with the only gray in two large patches over her blue eyes. The only other color on her face came from her bright pink nose, which was the same color as her naked ears and the tips of her fingers. Her fingers reminded Mikey of his own, which were likewise a bright pink. Though while the rest of his hands and arms were black, hers were white up to her elbows where the fur became gray again. “Ugh, my water is all warm now,” she lamented as she set the bottle down next to their backpacks. Sam brushed a wayward strand of her hair back behind her ears before she adjusted her backwards baseball hat. Her hair was long and was the same light, smokey gray as most of her body with the final few inches dyed a bright green. Mikey remembered when the look was the latest trend back in high school, though now Sam seemed to be the only left sporting it. “Yeah, not sure how much longer I want to stay out in this heat,” Mikey replied as he scanned out over the skate park. There were a few other skaters around, though the summer heat had kept many at home in the comfort of their air conditioning. “Hey, you chose to wear all black today!” Sam joked as she tugged at his tanktop. In retrospect, Mikey thought it was indeed a poor idea on his part to dress in a black tank top and black jeans. He hadn’t given it a second thought when Sam had texted him to meet her at the skate park earlier in the day, though there under the sun he regretted it. “Yeah, probably wasn’t the smartest thing, I’ll be alright. You look good though,” Mikey said with a smile as he playfully pushed the rat’s shoulder. Sam was dressed in a pair of light denim Daisy Duke shorts with neon green g-string straps visible on her sides. Above it she had on a white crop top with her matching neon green bra underneath. On her knees were a pair of black knee pads with the scars of failed tricks, and on her feet were a pair white sneakers, with knee-height white socks. Each had a blue and red stripe at the top, and reminded Mikey of something he might have seen in the eighties. “Thanks, I’m glad you appreciate my efforts,” she replied, almost sarcastically. “You wanna get some ice cream or something after this?” Mikey turned his gaze back to the rat next to him as he spoke. “That’s a fantastic idea, you want to do a few more tricks and then we’ll get out of here?” “You mean I’ll do a few more tricks, and you’ll just skate around?” Sam teased. “But yes, sounds like a plan.” Mikey let the girl skate away from him for a few yards before he pushed off and followed her. He could see that she was headed for the rail, and peeled away as she jumped up and grinded the trucks of her skateboard down its length before she jumped off and skated away. “See how far you can grind it!” Sam called back as she skated in a wide loop back to him. “Yeah alright, I’m not great at this though.” “You’ll be alright! Just don’t fall on your ass!” Sam said with a smirk as Mikey built some distance. ‘Tch, yeah, easy for you to say!’ Mikey thought to himself as he propelled his board towards the rail. The moment the trucks hit the steel, he knew he’d screwed it up. His momentum was enough to carry him forward, but his balance was too far off. Mikey windmilled his arms and leaned forward in a desperate but futile attempt to save himself. But moments later he felt the board fly out from under his feet as gravity won out. The skateboard clattered to the ground on the opposite side of the rail just as he landed square on his bottom with a painful thud. “Ah, fuck!” he cursed as the shock traveled up his spine. The pain was far from the most intense he’d ever felt, though it was still harsh and uncomfortable. The handful of other skaters all turned to look at the commotion as Mikey sat there for a moment. Though once it was clear that it was just a minor spill, they all went back to their own business. “You alright?” Sam asked with mild concern as the opossum eased himself to his feet. “Yeah yeah, I’m fine. Like I said…I was never good at that,” Mikey said with a faint chuckle as he brushed himself off and picked up his upside-down skateboard. “I told you not to fall on your ass,” Sam teased gently in a hushed voice with a consoling smile. “I guess I’m not a good listener either,” he smiled back as he stepped back on the board and rode back to where they had stashed their belongings. “Nah, you just need more practice is all, you’ll get there,” Sam said as she pulled up next to him. “Yeah, maybe, but right now I’m ready for a milkshake.” Mikey lifted his arms to stretch as Sam slung her bag over her shoulder. “Heh, sounds like a plan.” Mikey retrieved his things and followed Sam as she pushed off. Together, the pair wove their way around the various ramps, pits, and rails that made up the skate park. Mikey followed her as she hung a left out of the gate and down a narrow asphalt path that connected the skating area to the rest of the municipal park. A large grass sports field separated the two areas, though as Mikey and Sam skated past, nobody was there. He could, however, see the figures of young children as they played and climbed around on the equipment in the park beyond as groups of parents watched on and conversed. “Hey Sam!” he called out, “Remember when we used to play at that park and watch the big kids skate?” “Uh huh, and now we're the ones who get flipped off by the school bus kids.” “Doesn’t feel right,” Mikey joked as they skated past the playground. “Psh, at least you’re twenty one and can buy booze! I still have to wait two months!” Sam scoffed as the asphalt path transitioned with a bump into concrete sidewalk. “Well maybe I’ll buy us some beer later and we can chill at your place or something,” Mikey offered as he stopped next to Sam at a crosswalk. “Bet, I’ll get your milkshake then,” she replied as she pressed the button for the light. “Nah, you don’t have to do that, I got it.” “C’mon Mikey, my treat!” Sam said with a cheesy grin. “Alright fine, you win,” he conceded with his hands up in mock surrender. The light changed just as Mikey put his hands down. Sam gave his arm a quick pinch before she pushed off on her board and set off across the street. Once again, Mikey followed her as the pair entered the old downtown area. The highway had claimed most of the local businesses that used to occupy the buildings, though a few still clung to life on the tired old streets. The structures themselves were red brick, and showed their age. Many sat empty, or had been turned into overpriced apartments. Many of the details were obscured by trees that the city had planted along the sidewalk some decades before. Though years of growth had seen them overtake their little plots, and their roots had pushed up and cracked the sidewalk. “Strawberry is still your favorite, right?” Sam asked as she dismounted her board in front of one of those roots that had burst out of the sidewalk. “Yup! Is yours still cookies and cream?” Mikey asked as he did the same. “Damn right it is, with malt!” “With malt…” the opossum repeated under his breath as he stepped over the large root. The ice cream shop was only a few blocks down the street, though in the sweltering heat, even the short walk was somewhat strenuous. The shade from the trees helped some, though by the time the pair walked up the short steps to the front door, they had each worked up a moderate sweat. The shop was a narrow brick building like the others, with the ground floor reserved for the shop and the upper two for apartments. The front door was set back with two large windows on either side. Each window had the name “Marcy’s” painted above a large ice cream cone, though after many decades of exposure, the paint had long since faded. “Ahhhh, that's good,” Mikey sighed as he felt the cold blast of conditioned air. He could see right away that he and Sam were the only customers, as each bench sat vacant. The inside of the shop was mostly white tile, with a stripe of blue around the wall at waist level. The right wall had small booths for seating, while the left contained the counter and the ice cream itself. Three teenage girls stood behind the counter, dressed in the shop’s traditional uniform of a white skirt with a tucked-in light blue button down. “Hi guys! What can I get for ya?” The first girl, a red fox, asked with a smile. As Sam ordered, Mikey slipped past and stealthily made his way to the register to his right. The second girl, a raccoon, was already there waiting for him as Sam finished ordering. “Hey! I said I’d get it!” She exclaimed as she hustled over and tried to bump the opossum out of the way with a hip check. Mikey already had his card out, and tanked the hip check as he handed it over to the raccoon. “Why don’t you go find us a seat?” he said with a laugh as Sam fumbled around in her bag for her wallet. “Ugh, fine! You’re an idiot,” she scoffed as she delivered a pinch to his side and stepped away. The girl behind the counter snickered to herself as she swiped the card and pressed a few buttons on the reader. “Your total is twelve twenty five,” she said, the giggle still present in her voice as she handed the card back. Mikey playfully rolled his eyes as he returned a knowing smile and took back his card. Sam had taken the furthest booth all the way at the back and had sat herself facing the door. Mikey slid himself in opposite her as he tossed his bag on the empty bench next to him. “You didn’t have to do that,” she said in a somewhat embarrassed tone. “Eh, it's no big deal,” Mikey replied with a casual wave of the hand. The sound of the milkshake machine interrupted Sam’s response as the girls got to work on their order. Mikey reflexively turned to watch as the sound of the little bell above the door signaled the arrival of another customer. Mikey turned his head even more to get a glimpse of the newcomers, though before he did so, Sam muttered a curse under her breath. A moment later Mikey understood why, as stood in front of the ice cream counter were both of their respective ex-partners. “Damnit, what are they doing here?” Sam hissed under her breath. “The same as us I suppose, when did they get together?” Mikey asked casually as he turned back around. “Hell if I know! I stopped talking to Devon after we broke up.” “Yeah…I remember when all that happened, I don’t really talk to Hannah either.” Mikey kept his eyes focused on Sam as he resisted the temptation to look back at his ex-girlfriend. He and the vixen had begun their relationship in high school, but it had not survived the years after. Mikey knew that the situation with Sam and Devon had been similar, though he’d never pressed her for the details. He hadn’t known the black and white rat snake before he and Sam had started dating, but during the course of their relationship, the two males had become friends. “Well shit, this is awkward now,” Sam said under her breath as she wiggled in her seat. “It's alright, just quit looking over at them,” Mikey replied as he noticed her eyes dart back and forth between him and her ex. “Sorry, it's just…weird seeing them together.” “Yeah, I’m glad I’m sitting this way,” Mikey chuckled as he attempted to lighten the mood. “Do you still talk to Devon at all? I know you two eventually got pretty close,” Sam asked as the third employee, a tan-furred mouse, arrived with their milkshakes. “A small cookies and cream with malt and a large strawberry!” She said with a well-practiced smile as she set the two cups down on the table. The pair each nodded their thanks to the girl who smiled before she returned to her duties behind the counter. “Not really, no. I mean, occasionally he’ll send me a meme or something and I’ll reply, but that's about it. We haven’t hung out since you two broke up.” “I wouldn’t be upset or anything if you did, I was just curious,” Sam replied as she took a sip of her shake. Mikey shrugged his shoulders as he put the red straw up to his mouth. It took a great deal of suction to pull the thick milkshake all the way up, just as he liked it. The sweet, cold, and perfectly strawberry-flavored shake was almost enough to make the opossum forget about his ex-girlfriend sat somewhere behind him. “Eh, even if I really wanted to, I couldn’t now that he and Hannah are together,” he said as he set the large cup back down. “True, I wonder if he hooked up with her just to spite me,” Sam grumbled before she took another sip. “Nah I doubt it, that feels more like something Hannah would do.” “Also true.” As Mikey went for another sip, he heard the familiar sound of the vixen’s laughter somewhere behind him in one of the booths. He wasn’t sure exactly which one the couple were in, only that thankfully they weren’t in the one right behind him. Again he tried to focus on the delicious flavor of the shake, but the sound of his ex’s voice grated on his nerves. Mikey could see that across the table, Sam had similar struggles. “Hey Sam, you wanna just get out of here? Like go find some place to sit where we don’t have to listen to them?” “Yes, please. I can’t take this anymore,” Sam answered, sitting up before she’d even finished her sentence. Mikey slung his bag over his shoulder as he stood up out of their booth. With one hand he held his shake and the other his skateboard as Sam made for the door. He tried to keep his eyes forward as he walked past the only other occupied booth in the shop, though he heard the couple’s conversation grind to halt as he and Sam walked by. ‘Please don’t say anything!’ he thought to himself as Sam pushed the door open. Despite the warm blast of summer air to his face, Mikey felt relieved as he escaped Marcy’s without an awkward encounter. “I know a spot,” Sam said in a decisive voice as she hung a left down the sidewalk. “Alright,” Mikey replied simply, as he heard the smoldering embers in her voice. ‘I like these trees and all, but man, I do wish the city would fix these sidewalks,’ he mused to himself as he carried his board under his left arm as he sipped his milkshake. ‘Guess I really am getting old now if I’m bothering to complain about such things…’ “Just another block,” Sam said as she turned her face back to talk, her voice noticeably softer. “Do I get a hint?” “You’ll see!” She teased and stuck out her tongue. A single car drove past the pair as they navigated the ruined sidewalk. A few were parked randomly on either side of the street. A few were clearly abandoned, with flat tires and a collection of leaves and dead branches atop them. Mikey let his eyes wander out across the street. It was only when he spotted the form of an old Plymouth Belvedere left abandoned that he developed an inkling of where Sam might have been taking him. “Is it the old arcade?” He asked. “Aww, damnit! I wanted it to be a surprise!” Sam cursed with mock outrage. “Oh well, it's still a nice spot,” Mikey replied with a smile as he stepped up next to her. The arcade was actually one half of a larger building, with the other half occupied by a similarly abandoned florist’s shop. The pair soon came upon the familiar faded green and yellow awning above the entrance. The glass storefront was painted with a similar weathered name and logo as the ice cream shop. “Samson’s Arcade and Game”, it said above a picture of a video game cabinet. Though unlike Marcy’s, the interior was dark, and the old abandoned cabinets were covered in a layer of dust visible even from the outside. Together, Mikey and Sam sat themselves on the steps beneath the awning to finish their desserts. “You know, I always wondered why it said ‘Arcade and Game’ on the window. Isn’t that a bit redundant?” She asked as she turned to the opossum. “I guess the ‘game’ part was for tabletop games or something.” “Ah, that makes sense.” “My dad brought me here once when I was a little kid, not long before they closed. That car was still parked there with just as many sticks on it,” Mikey said wistfully as he brought the straw to his snout. Sam’s straw, meanwhile, began to make the telltale sucking sound of an empty cup. “You still don’t really talk about him much, do you?” She asked softly as she set the empty thing aside. “I mean, there isn’t really anything to say. I don’t exactly remember much from back then. It was just… one day he went to work, there was an accident, and he didn't come home. He wasn’t the only one that day.” There was a long pause between the pair as a lazy gust of wind swirled up some of the previous season’s discarded leaves around their feet. After another moment, Sam put her hand gently on Mikey’s thigh and leaned her head against his shoulder. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to bring up bad memories,” she whispered. “Nah, you’re fine, don’t worry about it,” Mikey replied in a louder, more confident voice as he patted Sam’s leg. Though, his eyes remained fixed on the old derelict Belvedere across the street. Sam kept her head leaned against his shoulder as she let out a long sigh. Mikey likewise gave a heavy exhale as the breeze carried away some of the day’s heat. “Tell you what, let's not have our moods spoiled by running into our exes. We’ve got the whole rest of the day, let’s make the most of it, yeah?” Mikey said with a smile as he gave Sam’s thigh another playful slap. “Yeah… I’d like that,” Sam replied with a faint smile as she picked her head up. “How much of that do you have left?” She asked as she stood up off the steps. Mikey looked down into his cup and saw only a few inches of mostly melted shake at the bottom. A few gulps polished the rest of it off as he similarly rose from his seat. “All done? There’s something I want to show you,” Sam continued. “Mhm, yeah. That was the last of it.” “Alright, just back here, follow me.” Mikey picked up his board and followed the rat down the sidewalk, though he didn’t have to walk far before she turned left down one of the two alleys that flanked the building. The brick walls on either side were just wide enough for Mikey to stick his arms out and feel the tips of his fingers brush against the brick. Leaves and scattered trash covered the ground, and the walls were coated in layers of bright paint from years of graffiti. “What the hell are we doing back here?” Mikey asked incredulously as Sam rounded the corner. “Cup,” she said instead of answering, as she held out her hands for the catch. Mikey let the question go as he tossed over his empty up. The alleyway opened into a larger space where the backs of the arcade and another building on the opposite street met up. A single-story brick wall with a metal gate divided the space along the property line of the arcade and the old florist’s shop. A green dumpster was pushed into the far corner to Mikey’s right, and the metal gate hung open uselessly, its lock just an empty cavity. “Devon and I used to come back here sometimes,” Sam finally answered as she tossed the empty cups in the dumpster. “What the hell for?” “To smoke, hook up, you know… the sort of thing you can’t do with your parents home,” she answered with a smirk. “So what are WE doing here?” Mikey asked, somewhat rhetorically as he pondered what Sam had in store for him. Sam ignored the question. Instead she rummaged through her bag as she walked back over from the dumpster. A few moments later, she produced a crumpled pack of cigarettes and a lighter. “You want a smoke?” She eventually replied as she reached out with the pack. There were only a few cigarettes left in it, all with white filters. Mikey took one as Sam leaned herself against the wall next to him. Sam drew her own smoke before she tossed the thing back in her bag and flicked her lighter to life. “Who did you bum these off of?” Mikey asked as Sam held up the flame for him. “My roommate. She nabbed them from some loser she hooked up with.” Mikey gave a slight chuckle as he took a drag off his cigarette. He wasn’t a heavy smoker, but he did enjoy them on occasion, or when offered. “So this was your spot, huh?” he asked as he let the smoke out. “Scenic isn’t it?” Mikey snorted as his eyes traced the innumerable lines of colorful graffiti that had been painted onto the bricks. He lifted the cigarette back up to his snout and took another drag. This one he let out mostly through his nose as he carefully selected his next words. “Yeah, but you still didn’t answer my question though.” Sam let out a long, smoke-filled sigh of exasperation before she spoke. “It was all so sudden, you know. One moment, Devon and I are fine, the next we get into a big fight, we break up, and I have to find a new place. Which… still appreciate your mom letting me stay with you guys that week.” “Oh it's no problem, you know how much she likes you.” “Yeah, she’s always been nice. But like… it was cool of Claire and Megan to let me live with them, I just… I don’t know…” “You liked living with Devon.” “It wasn’t so much Devon, more the fact that I went from living with my boyfriend to living on a cheap mattress in a basement, if that makes any sense.” “Yeah… it makes sense,” Mikey said as he took a drag off his cigarette and exhaled. “I never got to move in with Hannah. We just did it in the back of her car or in one of our beds when our parents weren’t home.” The pair both lightly chuckled and gave faint smiles as they smoked their cigarettes down closer to the filter. “You know… I don’t think since either of us really started dating that we’ve ever both been single at the same time,” Sam said as she briefly looked over at her friend. The opossum thought about it for a moment as he took one last puff off his smoke before he ground the butt onto the brick behind him. “Heh, yeah, I think you might be right about that,” he said with a slight laugh. A long pause followed as Sam likewise put out her finished cigarette on the wall and flicked the butt away. Her pink tail flicked nervously around her feet as she stared at the graffiti across the way. “So uh… is that why you wanted to bring me here?” Mikey asked as he finally realized that he wasn’t going to get a straight answer from her. He kept his eyes locked on her as a brief pause followed his question. Mikey kept his mouth shut as he let Sam come up with an answer. “I don’t know, really, I don’t… I guess seeing them there in Marcy’s really bothered me more than I thought it would. I suppose I thought I could just drag you back here where he and I used to fuck, and then the rest would just be easy…” “But you know that's not how it works,” Mikey replied in a low but soft voice. “Yeah… I know.” Sam lifted her back off the wall and stepped in front of Mikey with her feet in between his. The rat tucked her head under his snout as she wrapped him up in a hug. “Why didn’t we ever date back then?” She asked, her voice muffled somewhat by his shirt. Mikey returned the embrace as he gently set his bottom jaw down on the top of her hat. “I guess we just didn’t want to ruin our friendship. If we’d gotten together in high school only to break up later, I… I couldn’t live with that.” Sam let out a long sigh as she tucked her nose in tighter. Mikey rubbed and patted her back as she leaned more of her weight against his frame. “You’re probably right… I guess that's what I’m most afraid of, you know…screwing up what we already have.” “Sam… I’m not afraid of letting there be more between us. I just… want you to make that decision for the right reason.” Mikey spoke gently, but with clarity and honesty in his words. “I don’t want to just have a quickie with you in a dirty alley so you can forget about Devon, there has to be more to it than that.” Sam lifted herself off of Mikey’s body in order to properly face him, though kept her feet planted squarely between his. “Are you saying you want to date?” She asked softly as their eyes met. Mikey swallowed as he felt his heart suddenly start to thump in his chest. He suddenly felt nervous, the feeling reminded him of when he’d asked Hannah to prom. Though intense, his nerves were not enough to prevent him from answering. “Yeah, I am…” Mikey said, his voice confident despite his stress. “I mean, think about it! We’ve known each other since we were kids, my mom already likes you, we–” “Relax Mikey, you don’t have to convince me. I just wanted to hear you say it is all,” Sam interjected as her genuine smile gradually turned into a sly grin. Relief washed over the opossum’s body as he exhaled a long breath. He hadn’t realized in the moment that his tail had curled tightly around his own foot. He relaxed the grip as he looked down into Sam’s light blue eyes, and noted the look on her face. “You still wanna do it back here, don’t you?” He asked with a smirk of his own. Sam didn’t reply. Instead she stood up on her toes and leaned her short snout in for a kiss. Mikey only had a few moments to tilt his face to the side before they bonked noses, but he made it just in time as their lips gently pressed together. A tingle ran up and down Mikey’s body as he felt the velvety warmth of Sam’s mouth against his. She gave him just a little bit of tongue, just enough for him to feel its small size and smooth texture against his. He let his hands slide down the rat’s back until he felt the denim of her shorts and the pleasant curve of her butt as he filled his hands with tush. Before their lips parted, he gave her petite tush a gentle squeeze to feel its squish. ‘Cookies and cream milkshake with Marlboro…interesting flavor combination,’ Mikey mused as he looked into Sam’s eyes. “At least let me give you a blowjob,” She said, the smirk still present on her face, though it failed to hide the bashful blush in her voice. “Yeah… that sounds great,” Mikey replied, though despite his attempts to sound confident, his voice came out as barely more than a whisper. Sam maintained eye contact as she slowly sank down to her knees until she rested on the pads. Her hands gently held onto Mikey’s hips as she situated her mouth in front of his crotch. Mikey’s heart raced as he watched her plant a long, slow lick against his zipper flap, their eyes locked together the whole time. “I’m uh… a little sweaty,” he huffed as her tongue wetted the dark fabric. “I don’t care,” she whispered back before she stuffed her nose up between his legs. Mikey leaned the back of his head against the brick as he let out a long sigh. He could both hear and feel Sam’s deep breaths as she inhaled the smell. “God damn…” he huffed, mostly to himself as he reached for his zipper. Though as he did so, Mikey felt his left hand be intercepted by Serah as she ran her tongue across his fingers. He let her play with it while he tugged his zipper down with his right. Soon, though, Sam found his thumb and took the digit into her mouth. Mikey looked down as he fumbled with the button with his free hand. Sam flashed him a set of lethal puppy eyes as she gently bobbed her head on his thumb. He felt the soft, subtle texture of her tongue against the pad of his digit and the suction of her throat as she gave him a teaser of what to expect. Mikey’s attention was so focused on the erotic scene that he had trouble slipping the button through the hole, but after a few more moments he finally forced it through. Sam let his thumb slide out of her jaws and positioned herself in front of Mikeye’s open fly, her eyes focused forward as she knelt in anticipation. “Have you wanted to do this for a while?” Mikey asked as he fished himself out of the front of his boxers. “Yes…” Sam whispered, her eyes still locked straight ahead. “...Me too,” he whispered back as he pulled it out in front of her face. The sudden feeling of exposure sent another tingle up Mikey’s spine as he felt the naked air on his manhood. Mikey’s size was just a bit larger than average. He knew that it was nothing to brag about, but it was still plenty large enough for Sam to enjoy. “Good,” she said softly as she looked up at him. Mikey took a deep breath as Sam gently leaned her snout in and kissed the uncut head of his cock. He had to force his muscles to stop shaking as the girl moved herself to his flare and sucked the loose skin into her mouth. The sensation caused Mikey’s prehensile tail to once again wrap itself tightly around his ankle as he became fully aroused almost immediately. Sam steadied him around the base with her right hand as she gently pulled the skin back to reveal his tip in full. She flashed him another set of disarming puppy eyes as she slathered it in a shiny layer of saliva. Mikey’s breath wavered at the sight and feel of it as the girl continued to roll her tongue around his dick, their gazes locked together. “You feel amazing…” He whispered through deep breaths as he cupped the side of her head. Sam responded physically rather than verbally as she held him steady in front and wrapped her lips all the way around Mikey’s shiny pink cockhead. He let his head lightly thud against the brick as he leaned it back and looked up at the eaves of the old two-story brick building. Mikey’s thumb rubbed the soft, naked skin of the rat’s ear as the wet warmth of her mouth engulfed him. “Holy fu…” His curse trailed off unfinished as Mikey stifled back a moan. Even though the streets were nearly abandoned, he was still cognizant of the risk he had accepted. Mikey bit his lip as best he could to keep his vocalizations to a minimum as Sam took more of his length into her mouth. The sensation of her tongue against the underside of his cock as it rubbed and undulated against him sent waves of intense pleasure up Mikey’s back. It wasn’t just the feeling of her, but the sounds she made that threatened to send him over the edge early. Unlike him, Sam made no effort to control herself as she swallowed him. Loud, erotic sounds rose up from beneath Mikey’s waist as Sam sucked him off. Her nose repeatedly pressed into the small tuft of fur at the base of his penis as she bottomed out. Sam’s throat gulped and nearly choked as she stuffed as much of him into her maw as possible. Mikey’s length was just enough to nearly trigger her reflex, and the petite rat made the most of it as she knelt in front of him. “You’re so fucking good at this Sam…” He huffed, the pleasure and strain evident in his voice. Sam continued to bob her head back and forth as she looked up at her new lover. Mikey felt himself begin to throb against her tongue as it worked against his sensitive skin. Her hand followed her mouth’s movements and stroked him with a perfectly practiced pressure that only pushed him closer to the edge. Mikey’s knees began to shake as he felt the inevitable conclusion rapidly approach. Sam evidently felt the change in his body too, as she pulled her mouth off and let her hand fall to her knee. His cock twitched only an inch or so from her face as she looked up at him with satisfaction and a faint smile. “Do you want to fuck, or do you want me to just finish you off?” She asked as Mikey caught his breath. He thought about it for a moment as the intense, pre-orgasmic sensations dulled and faded away. Mikey knew what he wanted. It was just a question of whether he felt like risking it. He looked to his left and right and listened. The street was totally silent apart from a light breeze that stirred up a few leaves, he didn’t even hear a car drive past in the few moments he stopped to observe. “No, I want to fuck. You don’t happen to have any condoms in your bag do you? ‘Cause I don’t” “Nah, you’ll just have to pull out. Here, switch with me,” Sam said as she rose to her feet and stepped up to the wall. Mikey did as he was told and took his place behind her as she unzipped her shorts. He watched as she undid the button and shuffled the tight Daisy Dukes off her hips. “Nice butt,” he joked as she pushed them down her thighs just low enough to grant him access. “Thanks, it's a little small though,” Sam replied as she opened her stance and braced her hands on the brick. “Nah, I like it. Besides, shape is way more important anyway,” Mikey whispered into her ear as he leaned his snout in. Sam snickered to herself and pushed her ass back into his hips and gave it a wiggle. Her tail was tucked down between his legs, and soon found his as it released itself from his ankle. Together, their prehensile appendages wrapped themselves around one another just as Mikey hooked his finger underneath Sam’s thong. With a gentle tug, he pulled the thing out of her buttcrack and tucked it to the side on her left cheek. Sam’s rear had a wide strip of white up the middle from where her belly patch wrapped under. Mikey found the two-toned pattern to be adorable as he felt up the curve of her butt. “You like it back there?” Sam teased as Mikey gave it a playful spank. “Yeah…you’ve always had a cute ass,” he chuckled back. “How long have you been looking?” “A while…” Sam gave a single chuff of a laugh as Mikey eased himself between her thighs. She reached a hand down off the wall and gently guided the tip of him into her sex. Mikey felt her velvety lips kiss him as she pressed him against her pussy. He held himself steady by the base as he moved himself in tiny circles until he felt her wet slit, and with a gentle push, he eased himself in. Once again, Mikey was forced to bite his lip to keep himself in check. The raw, slick warmth of her delicate inner petals welcomed him as a sharp breath caught in her throat. Mikey kept the head of his cock held in the warmth of her slit until he felt her body relax. Only then did he ease himself into her tunnel. “Mmm, fuck! That's good…” Sam cursed as she wiggled her hips and eased herself back. Mikey held her waist as he eased himself forward. Sam’s pussy gripped him with a snug, but pliable embrace that gave way as he introduced himself. The various ridges and bumps of her inner walls felt heavenly against his already wet and lubricated skin Mikey slid in as far as he could. Sam’s rear end pressed against his front as the head of his penis smushed against her cervix. “You’re tighter than Hannah…” Mikey whispered as he pushed his hips into her. His words had an immediate effect as he felt a slight shiver race across Sam’s body. Rather than thrust his hips, he instead hugged her closer and pushed into her warmth. Sam reciprocated and stuffed her tush back into each intimate push as Mikey’s hands rubbed her exposed belly. “Y-your thicker than Devon…” She whispered back, her voice twinged with pleasure. Mikey felt a surge of pride course through him from her words. He had no idea how true they were, but in the moment he didn’t question them as he stuffed his cock against the entrance to her womb. “I love how you’re pushing your ass into me,” Mikey breathed into her ear as he eased his right hand down in between her thighs. Sam merely moaned in return as she rubbed her butt against the hips that pushed into her. Mikey savored her pleasure as his middle finger found the soft squish at the top of her cleft. He worked the spot over with gentle circular motions as his hips rhythmically humped and ground against her backside. “K-keep… keep doing that…” Sam moaned as her tail gripped around his even harder. Mikey pressed his nose into the soft fluff at the base of her ear as he held his hips steady. Sam, in her pleasure, had started to grind and move herself against the dick buried in her pussy. Mikey let the girl pleasure herself as he worked her over from the front with his fingers. He brought his free left hand up to her chest and slid it under her shirt. Sam’s bra offered little resistance as he slid underneath it and cupped her right breast. “Yeah…yeah…almost there…” Sam huffed, her voice drenched in erotic pleasure as she edged closer. “Yes… cum for me. You know you’ve always wanted to…” He whispered with a small lick. Sam whimpered and pushed herself back as her legs began to shake. Mikey’s fingers pushed harder and worked in faster circles as the tip of his middle digit worked itself just barely into her cleft. Mikey gave her ear another quick lick, and it was all over for the rat. Her thighs clamped together as her body shuddered and her sex convulsed around him. Mikey had felt girl’s cum before, but this time brought an even greater sense of satisfaction and pride as he held Sam close. “There you go, good girl,” he breathed into her ear as her lungs announced her arrival to the abandoned alley. Sam’s orgasm lasted for a few more seconds as she drew in short, sharp breaths. Finally, her body seemed to relax somewhat as she let out a long exhale. Mikey brought his hand up to her navel and his other down off her breast. The girl’s legs still shivered and shook, and her tail still gripped down hard around his, but Mikey knew that she was over the crest. “Fuck… you’re good,” She said with a smile as rational thoughts returned. “Thanks, I’m glad that worked for you,” Mikey replied softly as he held her body in a snug embrace. The pair remained like that for a moment as Sam basked in her afterglow. A slight breeze somehow found its way into the alley and rustled up some of the leaves and discarded wrappers at their feet. As the tender moment ended, Mikey reminded the girl of his unfinished business with a gentle press of his hips. Sam chuckled to herself and pressed her butt back against him as if to say, “alright then, go on.” “Screw it, j-just leave it in,” She said as Mikey held her waist and began to push into her. “You sure?” “Yeah, just do it… I’m pretty sure it's safe.” Sam’s words spurred Mikey on. He pushed the notion of pulling out to the back of his mind as he allowed himself to enjoy the feeling of Sam’s pussy to the fullest. He kept his hand on her belly as his hips shoved his cock into the tight warmth of her depths. Her orgasm had brought him close, and her instructions to leave it in only pushed him closer. Mikey closed his eyes and focused on the sensation of her body, her pure body heat, stimulating inner walls and soft fur all felt heavenly. He could feel himself pushed closer with each rub against that perfect texture and held her closer as his body tensed for the climactic moment. Mikey hugged his mate tight as his hips gave one final press against her tush. A long, masculine moan sounded from behind clenched jaws as his orgasm surged. Sam let out short gasps as she felt each heavy rope splash against her cervix and spread their silky warmth between her legs. Pure, intense pleasure washed over the opossum’s body as his dick throbbed and pulsed inside his lover. She pushed back onto the cumming cock and stuffed it hard against her womb to ensure as much of his seed was planted right where it needed to be. “Oh God…Oh God…” Mikey huffed as air returned to his lungs and his balls finally finished emptying themselves into his friend. “Fuck dude… how long has it been for you?” Sam asked with a laugh as she felt him continue to throb inside her. “You just feel so damn good…” he replied, still out of breath as he held himself firmly against her butt. “I could feel each one, that was insane.” “Yeah? That's hot…” “Psh, you’re just lucky I let you nut inside… I’m definitely wrapping you up next time.” “Heh, I’m lucky either way.” Mikey gave Sam’s butt another playful slap as he stood up and stepped back from her. As he pulled himself free, he expected to see a small river pour out of her and into the crotch of her shorts. Instead, only a thin strand of jizz stuck to her inner thigh, the rest was retained snug and warm in her depths. “Fix my panties would ya?” Sam asked as she fixed her hat, which had become crooked on her head. Mikey once again hooked his finger under the narrow strip of neon green fabric and pulled it away from her buttcheek. Carefully he situated it back under her tail as she adjusted it from the front. “Thanks,” she said simply as she stuffed her rear back into her shorts. Mikey likewise made himself decent and zipped up his pants. Though as he went to reach for his pack, a peculiar sound caught both his and Sam’s attention. It was a voice, one that was familiar to him. “No fucking way…” Mikey muttered to himself as he recognized the moaning voice of Hannah. “That asshole, he must have brought her here!” Sam spit in a low voice as she snatched up her backpack and skateboard. “I guess they had the same idea you did. We should probably ge- Hey! What are you…” Mikey started to speak, but was cut short as Sam stormed towards the broken gate in the divider wall. He groaned to himself as he reluctantly followed her through. Sure enough, there on the other side of the wall were both of the exes. Hannah had her back to the wall and her leg lifted as Devon stood in front of her. His pants were down, and Mikey could see the large white strip he had up the middle of his ass move back and forth as he thrusted into the vixen. Hannah had on a skirt, with her pink panties hung by her lifted foot as Devon supported her leg from beneath. “You bastard! This is MY spot!” Sam yelled as she stormed over to the couple. Devon looked over at the commotion just a dagger of embarrassment stabbed into Mikey’s chest. “Don’t see your name on it sweetheart!” Hannah responded in a smug tone. Devon smirked and kept his hips moving even as his ex stormed over. “Oh hell no bitch! How about this…YOINK!” Mikey watched as Sam snatched Hannah’s panties off her foot and sprinted off and out of the alley at full speed. The vixen made a desperate but futile attempt to grab at them, but Sam was well out of reach. “Wha-HEY! Bring those back you whore!” Hannah yelled as a confused Devon looked back and forth between Mikey, and where Sam had been. “Ah, hey Devon, I uh…gotta go…sorry!” He stammered as he moved to take off after Sam. “Hey man, uh… yeah, see ya around I guess,” The snake replied awkwardly while his ass still thrusted back and forth. Mikey pulled his eyes away from the couple and ran off after Sam. He burst out of the alley just as she tossed her board down onto the empty pavement next to the sidewalk. She had the vixen’s pink underwear hoisted high above her head as she looked back at Mikey with a smug grin. The breeze rustled some of the leaves around her as she rolled away in the space where cars ought to have been parked. Mikey smiled and shook his head as he likewise set down his board, and pushed off after her down the street.