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Tello's heart went all over his body. First, where it belonged, lodged in his chest. Then, it shot to his throat, made his eyes feel like they were being squeezed out of his head, and his brain dizzy. Then it dropped down to his groin, where he could barely keep balanced upon his quivering knees and twitching erection. Then, it settled back in his chest.

This happened a few more times. It was a reaction, to each time the little badger girl went into another compounding estrus. With each pass, she gave a more desperate and agonizing display of suffering and delirium.

All the while, they held each other's gaze. Her irises transitioned between the colors of the rainbow; hypnotizing and alluring. Her pupils went from nearly-invisible pin-pricks to overwhelming black pearls, swapping between the two every dozen seconds or so. Her lids would flash open, and then relax. Her eyes would focus, and then go cross and move rapidly, before refocusing again.

With each minute's pass, the fox boy became less and less shocked and perturbed, and more and more intrigued and aroused.

When the numbers on her belly read fifty minutes, he braced for the moment; but with a fascination. He began to connect with her, mentally. He watched her wincing eyes and listened to her unsteady breath. He could sense the start of the next heat just as it overcame her, and felt his spine go cold as she let out a muffled wail and soiled the floor with her nectar once again.

When the intensity of it all subsided, he found his voice.

"Hi, Chastity," he greeted, his words soft and gentle. He took a step forward. "M--My name is Tello," he continued, pausing when she emitted a whimper. He took another step. "You... n-need some help?" His speech hitched for reasons he couldn't quite yet identify; but he knew it was not from the same reasons it had before meeting Stephanie.

The little badger seemed to respond by looking at him, her left eye focusing on him while her right lazily crossed.

He took the necessary steps to be within reach of her, without needing to lock his elbow all the way. He extended his hand, thumb, fore-, and middle-finger drawing nearer to the gag stuffed in her muzzle. "Let's make you more comfy," he offered.

But as soon as he was within an inch, her pupils dilated, and she turned her head away, her throat humming in dissent.

"Oh, you want it to stay?" He asked.

She breathed rapidly, and very shallowly nodded her head; without the prior question, it would have looked like the onset of a seizure.

"You... do want me to help, right?" He glanced downward as her feet rattled their chains, and saw how she was trying to widen her thighs. The answer was pretty clear to him--and he was beginning to like the inexorable. "You want me to fuck you?"

She let out another needy groan, her chin pointing up as her chest raised away from the cross-beam. Her flower let go its declaration of lust, in hopes that the nectar might attract the seed it so wanted in its pith.

He glanced down at the timer--it had not quite ticked to the next minute yet. He licked his lips, deciding to believe that his words had prematurely spurred her next estrus into action. "It's okay, sweetie," he cooed, resting his hand upon her shoulder, and neared to her nose with his own. "I'll... help you... as many times as you need," he promised, a seductive growl in his voice. He licked her nose.

She emitted a whimper, her eyes bulging, and began to breathe rapidly again.

He moved to nuzzle her cheek with his. "But... I want to get to know you a little better, first," he said, and licked the back of her jaw. "You've waited so patiently for fifty-one minutes; I'm sure you can wait a few more."

Her chains rattled, and her nose almost billowed steam at his words.

He pressed his chest to hers, keeping his lower-half a distance away yet. He rested his muzzle into the crook of her neck, breathing against the metal cross-beam so that his breath tickled the nape of her neck.

"Don't worry, I'll fuck you really good, soon," he promised. He shuddered at his own words. "I just... have to explore a girl with my eyes, fingers, and tongue, before I explore her with my cock," he admitted, gazing into her eyes.

She let out a slow exhale, her chains rattling as she shivered.

He kissed the bridge of her nose, all the way up to the space between her brows. He waited until the next heat hit, her fluids splattering over his feet and ankles. He straightened up, looking at and tracing his fingers over her chest.

She groaned as he tickled her pert buds.

"Your nipples are so pink," he complimented. "I like how they stand out from your black fur."

She tensed and squinted with sensitivity as he gently pinched and prodded the immature beads.

"I want to..." He trailed, and leaned closer with his lips. Without warning, he latched upon her left nipple, and began suckling, resting his left hand upon her navel.

"Mmm-hmm-mm!" She writhed and grunted, another heat taking her over in the midst of the torturous pleasure. She orgasmed right away, gazing down with bleary eyes as he nursed her flat breast in vain.

He paid attention to the other one as well, moaning with gratification as he gently pulled his lips taught about the bud, flicking his tongue against it as he eased the pressure off; repeating to his heart's content.

She began thrusting her pelvis in earnest, his teasing of her chest the pleasurable equivalent of branding her with a hot-iron. She shuddered, her whole body spasming like the world about her was the cause of the trembling. Finally, he released her nipple and her quivering subsided; if only for a moment, before her next heat sent her into the throes of another orgasm.

"Goodness; you're so horny," he commented, kissing her sternum. "I just wanna take a quick little peek at what makes you such a cute little girl," he said, looking up into her color-changing eyes. "Then, I'll work on squeezing into you and soothing you with my cum, okay?"

She nodded, her head cocking with a spasm while her eyelid uncontrollably twitched.

He chuckled sympathetically, a part of him a little bit frightened that he was being so cruel and out of his moral character--but, that part was just a whisper, now.

His tongue mussed her chestfur as he licked over her sternum. He trailed downward, licking below her left immature breast and all across her tummy. Her fur was so plush, and tasted so salty. Her tender pink skin beneath was feverishly warm. He exhaled as he licked, intent on exploring this bound little thing slowly.

He got to his knees, licking about her thighs and mound. He got a thrill over how it drove her mad, her body writhing and squirming to get away from the tickling and tingling his broad-stroking tongue must be torturing her with.

His cheeks burned as her next heat took her over. The fluid that splashed over his chest and thighs sent a musk into his nostrils that, had he not already been kneeling, would have caused him to submit to the posture he now took.

He could no longer tease his own desires. Holding his breath, he craned his body lower, and rested his hands upon her girlishly-chubby thighs. He let out a masculine coo and his cock involuntarily twitched, as if trying to usher him to hurry up.

Her flower was as clenched as a balled fist. Her clitoris was swollen to the size of a baby grape, distending downward over her urethra; exposed and vulnerable to the slightest touch, it subtly throbbed with the beat of her heart. The outer labia were pushed apart by the puffy inner, her intimate flesh red and practically turgid. He used his thumbs to try and pry the stressed little petals apart, but they held firmly together like a steel clamp.

Feeling the tell-tale strain as her thighs tensed for her next heat, he pressed his cheek to her flower and gasped. Just before she climaxed, he felt the burning heat of her flesh, like she had been bathing in a hot sauna for hours. Then, the sticky and musky girlish cum drenched him, drizzling out over his muzzle and down his neck and chest.

He was amazed at the copious amount; surely she was receiving fluids amidst her restraints. She would have orgasmed herself into dehydration a long while ago, otherwise. Bathed in her feminine perfume, he ground his nose to her petals. Her scents did more than overwhelm him, or even hypnotize him; they commanded him, putting an instinct into his brain that told him exactly what to do and what she wanted.

He sprang to his feet. "I'm so sowwy, sweetie," he cooed, brushing her cheek. "Don't worry; I'm done exploring. I'm gonna make your little tummy feel all better now, okay?" He pressed his fingers and rubbed about where her womb would be, a few inches beneath the skin.

"Mmm-hmm," she nodded, tears of joy and relief trickling down her cheeks.

"Okay," he declared, gripping his girth and pointing it toward her, gently pressing it to the inside of her right thigh. "Just hafta get it in the right spot..." He guided his tip by traveling it up her thigh, and grazed his stubby barbs over her pursed lower-lips. He shushed her sympathetically as she squealed and squirmed in response; her tears falling freely now, pleading for the torture to end.

"Uh oh..." He squinted his eye. He was genuinely concerned. He prodded, his tip grinding into her unyielding folds.

She whimpered and winced in frustration.

"You'll have to relax, sweetie," he instructed. "You're... so tense," he shuddered, his brain barely working through the implication. "If you d-don't loosen up I won't even be able to squeeze in..."

Just then, another heat washed over her.

He gasped as he felt her femininity trickle and dribble down his length, saturating down into his sheathe and tickling over his testicles. But her release did have one advantage: he slipped his protruding cervical-poker within her.

But just as he managed to get in only that much, she bore down on him. He lost his breath, a brief pinch of pain making him stand on his tip-toes before it settled down. He eased his heels back onto the ground, and held her hips in his hands. "Sh--shit," he muttered.

She looked to him with teary eyes.

"I... can't even budge," he marveled, gently tugging as if to try and recede. She had him snared pretty good; he couldn't move further in or pull out. He gazed into her eyes, rheumy with tears and the overwhelming predicament her mind and body were in. He felt a pang of regret, feeling guilty that he had let it go on for just that little bit longer.

But then, he spotted a bit of motion. Such a subtle thing that he would not have seen had he not heard her emit an airy noise, like a chuckle.

The corners of her muzzle curled up. It was just a second, but it happened.

His heart thundered; he could feel the blood all the way down to his viced tip. He looked down at her belly. Thirty seconds till the next minute. "When you cum again," he said, leaning in to rest his lips to cheek. "I'll push in more," he explained. "Try to make it last as long as you can, and I'll try to push past your cervix."

She squirmed and squeaked excitedly, nodding her head as her eyes squinted as if envisioning his words.

He kissed her cheek, waiting for the seconds to tick by.

The way he felt her next wave approach was very different this time. It started with an intense heat--either appropriately or coincidentally. The flesh cinched about his tip let off the temperature like a steam vent. He felt the tremble in her body in ways that made him want to flood her with his seed right then and there, but he held his pent-up excitement in, for the most part.

Pre dribbled from his tip into her tunnel, but it was no match for the onslaught of fluids that squelched from her filling passage. As he managed to wedge his tender flesh further into her flower, her feminine cum emitted such wonderfully lewd sucking noises as it struggled to squirt past the invading plug.

He let loose a shuddering moan; her passage was unbelievably tight. It was like trying to cram his dick into a quantum singularity. Her walls bore down on him almost painfully, the pressure making him flex and relax other parts of his body to help work through it.

He could feel her pounding heartbeat within her rich, silken snare.

Their eyes met. She began to tear again, the beads of water trickling down the sides of her face. But behind the gag, a smile was on her muzzle.

Then he heard--and felt, within his loins--her moan. Her body began to lurch, and the pressure about his girth began to wriggle and squirm. Her moaning turned to muffled shrieking, as she began to orgasm again.

He took the opportunity, and his tip began inching further and further in with her turbulent contractions. Her shrieking ebbed, and then came back with a vengeance. He had to hold her still to keep her from thrashing about and keep his flesh on-course within hers.

She underwent multiple orgasms. The barbs that grazed upon the underside of her mound were too stimulating for her sensitive flower. And then, she felt a pressure at her folds; the ring on his shaft had approached. Her cheek-muscles flared as she bit upon the muzzle-gag that went down her throat.

He grunted with numb pleasure as his preputial ring forcibly squeezed into her snug rose. He marveled at how she began to buck and pitch, the chains rattling in an endless, enchanting rhythm. "Just a little more, cutie," he reassured, as drool began trickling from her peeled lips. He had enough vantage within her folds to begin forcing himself in further; she tried tensing, but then her passage weakly relented as soon as she felt his barbs. This happened dozens of times in rapid succession, allowing him to burrow within her at a slow, but almost constant rate--until, at last, his tip bumped against the warm, tender depression of her cervix.

She opened her eyes wide, breathing rapidly, and then she abruptly went limp.

He held her close to his body, praising her and kissing her as she twitched and emitted soft, weary groans.

She let out a sob as another heat took her over, her body too weak to even let it overcome her as her previous ones had. She just mewed pitifully, her walls weakly squeezing in a pleading way upon the boyhood that stretched her taught.

"Almost there, sweetheart," he reassured again. "Just take a deep breath, close your eyes; and I'll give you a warm, creamy surprise."

She did so, taking a deep breath while her left eye closed--her right twitching too much to stay fully still.

He counted to three, and began to quickly piston within her. The chains rattled as his motions sent shockwaves through her body from her groin to her limbs. Her passage was so naturally small and tense that he couldn't recede an eighth of an inch from her cervix--but he didn't intend to. With each sharp thrust, he pounded the little puckering of flesh, until at last he sustained a forceful pressure and breached within.

Feeling the tight ring abruptly pop and stretch snugly over his tip sent his eyes rolling up, his head reeling back, and his tongue lolling out. He let out sharp, high-pitched yips of pleasure from his throat as he felt the pressure of his normally gushing semen to slowly make its way through his urethra. At last, the release of its load passing from his tip and spurting into her hot little womb brought sparkles to his eyes and weariness to his limbs.

It was the most relieving feeling he had ever felt. Her naturally compressing passage forced his high-pressure, gushing ejaculation virtually down to a trickle. He began to scratch his right foot across the ground to help work through the intense pleasure the slow spurting of his semen put upon his body.

At last, the pressure eased from his urethra, and his spurting turned into a slow trickle. The tip of his masculinity still plugging her cervix, he felt his own spunk gravitating back down toward him.

Happily for both of them, he kept her safely sealed and none of it would escape so long as he did.

His knees trembled. He could barely hold his balance. His legs felt like jelly. And yet he couldn't move; she still held him firmly within her warm, tight cunny. "H--How are you feeling now, sweetie?" He asked, a quivering hand reaching to coddle the back of her head.

She let out a satisfied, dreamy moan. Her eyes were relaxed, pupils wide and a tear beading from the lowest corner in the direction of her head's tilt. As it began its journey down her cheek, she let out a slow sigh.

Tello smiled... and then it slowly turned into a look of dread. "Oh... no..." He felt a sudden pulse of heat from within her loins, all about his girth. "Sweetie, I'm so sorry," he whimpered in apology, touching his cheek against hers to look her in the eye as it went wide, the pupil narrowing so that the color-changing iris was all that could be seen. "I'm so, so, so sorry! I didn't mean--"

From her throat came a violent, muffled shriek.

He had forgotten all about his Light Her Fire modification. He had meant to keep his ejaculation sterile of it for this occasion, but in his fervor he neglected it entirely. And now, it was bringing her into yet another, insatiable, heat.

The pressure about his girth made him wince. His knees buckled, and he saw flashes of white. A throbbing pulse emanated from his loins, as he began to get tingly in an unpleasant way. The flashes in his eyes, like peels of lightning across the sky, became more prominent with every passing second. His legs went numb. A creeping red aura began growing in his periphery, threatening to cover his vision.

He heard the gate activate, and voices giving directions.

"Give her the sedative."

"Mmmmm!"

"Shh, honey it's all right, we'll take good care of you both."

His eyes closed, the red fading to gray and his mind clouding.

"Muscle relaxant."

"He's about to--"

* * *

His cheeks felt warm, and his legs twitched. There was a gentle weight upon him, that he felt rise and fall with his breath. A tickle passed along his neck every moment, almost in time with his breathing.

He opened his eyes, and saw lots of pink. To the left, behind a pink curtain that blocked part of his view, was a bookshelf with dozens of plush animals of bright, pastel colors.

He glanced down at the weight upon him.

Her chin rested upon his chest, body pressed upon his body. Her eyes were closed.

"Ch--Chastity?" He asked, his voice dry and raspy.

Her eye flicked open. It changed from blue, to purple, to red. It closed again, and she tilted her head to the side, letting out a churr as she nuzzled his chest and wriggled atop him.

He held her as he rolled to the side, and she lifted her top leg over his. He reached down, and felt her rump; she was still nude, as was he.

She snuck a hand between them, and found his cubhood. But when he winced and grunted, she shied away.

"I guess... I'm a little tender," he admitted. "Can't imagine why," he added, a finger tracing down from her rump to her slit.

She giggled, and wriggled free to kneel beside him. She laid her hands on him, and motioned for him to roll onto his back. When he did, she straddled him, and leaned back, scooting her pelvis up toward his muzzle.

He gazed her petite mound, now just a small pink slit amidst her black fur. Her hand slipped over, and two fingers pulled the lips apart, showing off her pinkness.

He smiled, looking up at her. "You're all relaxed, now," he observed, seeing that her passage was no longer tense.

She nodded, blushing.

He jutted his muzzle forward, and gave her a quick peck upon whatever spot his lips landed.

She let out a squeak, her knees twitching.

He smiled. "Are you a little too tender, too?" He asked.

She bit down on a finger, and shook her head.

Seeing her gestures, he smiled, and placed his hands on the small of her back. Lifting his head up for vantage, he leaned in and began kissing her petals.

She let out soft coos, and squirmed from his seeking lips. Then, his muzzle latched onto the top of her petals, where her bud had receded back into its hood. She let out soft moans as he suckled, her hips bucking and her toes curling tight.

His ears were grabbed for support, and he let her go to slip his tongue into her folds. She tasted of honey, which dribbled from her passage. With his tongue settled in to taste her juices as they trickled out, he managed to find a seal and, though awkwardly, suckled around her clit again.

After just a moment more of his actions, her moans strained, until she let out a hitched breath as her orgasm washed over her. Her passion flowed from her womb, accompanied with moans and tremors of pleasure, until she laid back panted. There was a final, weak twitch in her thighs when the fox boy popped off.

As the badger girl recuperated, a susurrus of static, akin to the sound of a channel without reception from the age of television, filled the room. They glanced over to see the gate's metallic, rippling surface as a connection was made to their room.

The fox boy recognized the mink even though she was a blurry specter as her body was still in quantum transit.

Doctor Mindleby primped her hair as she stepped into the room, a holographic display popping up to her right. "Oh," she said, a smile growing as she paused. "You two are awake."

"Y--Yeah," Tello replied.

The mink waved to kill the holographic display of their vitals and unzipped her smock as she made her way to the rolling stool. Hanging her smock on the knob of a pink cabinet, she sat upon the stool and whisked herself over to them, stopping just a few inches from where they were. She leaned back, her nudity unabashed. "So... how do you feel? Any discomfort or pain?"

Chastity rolled off of the fox into a kneel beside him.

"Um..." Telloblushed. "N--No, I..." He gasped as the mink reached for his boyhood, taking it in her fingers. She gently squeezed him, palpating his hardening flesh.

"Does this hurt at all?"

He tensed as she neared his tip, grunting with discomfort. "A... a little," he admitted.

"Is it a sharp or a dull pain?" She asked, gently squeezing so he could feel it again.

"Dull," he replied.

She smiled, clapping his thigh. "I bet. You should have heard the noise you made when we finally freed you from dish onesh widdwle cervix, huh?" She cooed, her voice transitioning into cutesy baby-talk as she tickled the badger's chin.

The mustalid let out an embarrassed giggle.

"And how do you feel?" She continued, speaking normally but still holding onto the maternal inflection.

"Kin'na tired," the girl replied.

"Oh? That's strange; why ever would that be?" The doctor questioned rhetorically. "Did we sneak another orgasm in before the doctor came by?"

The girl whined with embarrassment, squirming bashfully.

"I'm not blamin' you, sweet-heart," the doctor chuckled. "But, did you touch his pee-pee at all?"

"No," he shook his head. "She started to, but she could tell it was uncomfortable, she stopped."

"Well, since you two seem to be alert and... active," she eyed the badger girl; "I think you're done being stuck in this boring ol' room."

"Yay!" The mustalid exclaimed. "Can I go back t'tha dark X-room now?"

The mink shook her head, petting the girl tenderly. "No sweet-heart, not yet. In fact, there are some 'doctor's orders' you two need before you can leave." She sat back. "Tello," she addressed. "I'm sorry but you're going to have to avoid sexual stimulation for at least eight hours. I know you just got up from a nap, but I want you to go to your room and just relax for a bit--after all," she rested her palm on his thigh, gently touching his tender flesh with her fingertips. "We don't want you to go wild and break this thing. Trust me--we can fix it, but it'll still be pretty agonizing. So just take it easy, understand me?"

He nodded.

"And you, widdle misshie," she rolled around the foot of the bed and pulled the girl's rump into her lap. "We have to keep you out of your heat for a little while," she said, reaching down to the girl's little flower. "Which means you're free to do whatever you want, but you've gotta have a fresh batch of semen in your uterus every two hours to keep it under control." She slid her finger into the girl's snug folds, making the badger squirm as the fox boy watched the display with delight. "To start you off, I'm going to take you to another patient. He's a big ol' stallion that passed out from a twenty-four-hour orgasm-denial treatment, and just a few minutes before he was to be allowed to cum, poor thing. Anyway, I'm sure he'd love to wake up to a little cock-sleeve all ready to take his pent-up release."

The little girl moaned, her body flailing with passion at the thought of what she was about to do. The doctor mercilessly ceased her attention, and guided the badger to slide off her lap.

"Help Tello up and let's go to the gate," the mink instructed, swatting the mustalid on her rump.

She reached out and offered one hand to the fox boy, while the other reached to touch his pouch with interest.

He chuckled, adoring how the girl treated him, and slid out of the bed. On his feet, he picked the little badger up and rested her mound against his tummy, feeling her nectar dampen his fur..

"T'ank you fo'h helpin' wiff my heat," she said, hugging him. "Did it feel good when you cummied in my pee-pee-hole?"

The childish words made him pause, shivering and squeezing her tightly as he compulsively snuck a hand to cup her warm vulva. "It felt wonderful--you were so snuggly," he complimented. "I'd love to play with you again."

Doctor Mindleby swatted the girl's tush again as she passed. "Don't you go seducing him, you little nymph," she admonished. She approached the gate, and aligned it. "C'mon," she ushered, extending her arms out and flicking her hands to gesture for the badger to be handed over.

The fox boy leaned in, the cub exchanging arms, leaning against the doctor. The mink held her by the thighs, lewdly displaying the girl's vibrant pink slit to the fox's eyes.

"Take a picture," the mink said.

Tello zoomed in just a bit, snapping one just as a bead of her nectar dribbled from the pouting flower.

"Say bye-bye to Tello," Doctor Mindleby instructed, stepping backwards into the gate.

"Bye Telly," the badger bid.

"Bye Chassy," he replied.

When they melded into the aqueous, metallic ripples, he felt a bit sad. He already missed her, on top of the fact he was ordered to abstain for so long. Sighing, he waited until the gate dissipated before reaching his hand to the crystal. He assembled the alignment matrix, the totem lighting up and setting off a tone when he finalized the coordinates.

The gate materialized, beckoning him forth.

As the feeling of vertigo left, he took in the familiar surroundings. The room was similar to Nishanti's: lounge area, bed and bathroom, kitchen and bar, and circular table in the center. But this room lacked the dancer's area, and instead featured a grassy patch with a miniature babbling brook. The brook itself was roughly in a circle, carving an island within the grassy section. However, the brook was not flowing on the same plane, for roughly half of it was perpendicular to the other half. As the water flowed counter-clockwise, when it approached the wall it babbled up, and began a gravity-defying journey in the arc groove embedded within the wall.

The fox boy stepped over the brook into the alluring, elysian island. The room beyond darkened, and a beam of light caste down from above. He reached out toward the wall, and a holographic display took form. He used it to adjust the light, changing it from where it started as a crepuscular gleam to a brilliant midday glow. He adjusted it further, until it took on the gray haze of early dawn.

Satisfied with the lighting, he enabled the ambient sounds. Cycling through various syntheses, he settled on a combination of crickets chirping, toads croaking, and enabled a storm to begin in a short time.

The holographic display dissolved into a blurry haze as he stepped out of the island toward his bed. Grabbing a pillow and the top sheet, he carried them over and laid them down upon the grass. Reclining upon them, he let out a contented sigh.

Gazing up at the overcast-dawn simulated sky, he reflected upon his time spent so far. He thought about the two girls he had sexed, the third whom had enlightened him into the true meaning of The Haven, and the countless others he had seen in such casual intimacy. And to think, he still had not been in the community for twenty-four hours, yet. He could barely imagine and comprehend the experiences and opportunities he had yet to fulfill; and it gave a shiver of both excitement, and anxiety.

Certainly, one part of him was excited. He rested the crook of his thumb at the base of his genitals, cupping his sac with his fingers. He fondled himself for a time, closing his eyes and imagining the pink mousette he had first met was appreciating him tenderly. He knew he wanted to see her again, and yet he could barely recall how he had gotten from her to Stephanie. The episodic amnesia made him uneasy; he filled in the gap with the belief that she was satisfied with him, and had crossed him off the list of boys whose seed she had offered her garden to.

But Chastity certainly wanted him again.

With warming cheeks he brought up the picture. Her puffy little petals were shown to him once more, that bead of nectar showing her unyielding arousal. It was such a vibrant pink patch of flesh within her downy black fur, as though her body exemplified her sex for the sole purpose of attracting attention.

He recalled what Doctor Mindleby had said; that she was, at this moment, likely serving as a cock-sleeve to a rather endowed, and sexually-denied and -frustrated equine. He gripped his shaft, recalling that she was given doctor's orders to essentially have sex more than eat. He began to pump, imagining her hungrily searching for her next gratification--and winced. His thumb grazed over his tip, and he felt the dull, almost bruised ache. Begrudgingly, he released his hand, and sighed with frustration of his own.

He checked the time. Only ten minutes had passed. Still seven hours and fifty minutes to go, and he wasn't sleepy at all. Ironically, an intense orgasm was exactly what would help him doze right off to sleep. He could take a sedative, but those always made him feel terrible for several hours after he awoke. And he wanted to be ready to drive as soon as possible.

Just then, a gentle boom of thunder rattled the air in the room. He closed his eyes as, over his little section of the room, rain began to drizzle down. In the hazy, gray, ambient light, the water droplets were like black ink falling from the sky. He watched as the droplets fell upon the bridge of his nose and trickle down, tickling the skin beneath his fur. The drizzle became a bit stronger, for he had allowed some variance in the shower's intensity.

He inhaled, the synthetic fragrances of petrichor, wet limestone, and flowers, making his sinuses tingle and expand. The dribbling and occasional deep ripple the droplets made as they trickled into the brook were an acoustic complement to the soft pattering of the rain upon the grass. Occasionally, as the wind blew, the sound of metal wind-chimes tinkling in the far distance spiced up the monotonous percussion.

Normally, this would all put the little fox boy into a deep sleep. But as it was, having slept a few hours after his blackout locked within the badger's intimate snare, he could only feel the peculiar feeling of his body slightly expanding as his muscles relaxed.

He decided that this was the most perfect opportunity to do one of his most favorite hobbies. It was something he felt would help pass the time, if at least partly. He searched for it, and was able to find it almost laid out for him within his proverbial reach. Now that he was in his room, he had complete access to it.

He began reading The White Rabbit Edition of the handbook; and on the first page, he was already beginning to realize how embracing this community was to nearly any fancy one could possibly have.