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Allison posed and turned for the mirror, but his eyes weren't entirely interested. They paid at least enough attention to confirm that the bow-tie may be a bit much, and he tossed it over his shoulder with a quick sigh. His eyes drifted right back to the same spot they'd been sneakily focusing on before: the newly delivered package laying in wait by the foot of his bed. He had plans tonight, and he knew that they relied on the distractions inside the box staying sealed within. His toes tapped the floorboards impatiently until he could resist no longer and he lunged over to take just a peek inside. Stashed in foam compartments inside was a cherry-red helmet, two metal sandals and a hefty remote control pad. Densely typeset documentation rested on top, from the hi-tech research facility the package had been "borrowed" from. The title was the only thing not written in jargon: "Wireless locomotion aid set with advanced traversal vacuum grip".

The metallic shine from all the items tugged at the instinctive raccoon part of his brain. A strange bunch of items to be considered cutting-edge thieves' tools, but they were perfect for the score Allison had in mind. He ought to be gearing himself up and practising with the bizarre devices, but he knew that if he took them out of the box right now, he'd never make it to dinner. In hindsight, prioritising dinner over valuable heist preparation seemed a bit backwards, but the raccoon found that, yet again, he was willing to put anything aside for a good excuse to dress up and eat like a king.

He tore himself away and returned to the mirror, neatening up his shirt collar, confident in his choice of what he called "casually overdressed". With a wink and finger-guns to his reflection, he set out into the evening. His new toys would have to wait.

*

Matt was nervous. Of course, he always felt a healthy amount of nerves before a date, but this time it was different. The umbreon was waiting at a street corner for a boy he'd only met the same day. Would he even show up? It was unlike Matt to ask someone out so soon, but after bumping into the cute raccoon in the museum he'd found their vibe together somehow too enticing to pass up. They made a joke about one exhibit as passing strangers and ended up exploring the place together, until the pair declaring their growing hunger at the same time chanced them into making dinner plans. Maybe this wasn't a date, but more like some kind of pre-date extended vibe check. So far, the vibe was still a nervous one.

Matt was already dressed comfortably at the museum, but just for good measure he'd changed into a slightly nicer pastel green hoodie that matched the colour of the swirly embellishments on his white fur.

The butterflies fluttered less furiously as he saw his raccoon date waving from down the street and awkwardly half-jogging to make up the rest of the distance. Matt was thrown at first by the relative smartness of his attire, but on consideration it was hardly out of character for someone who apparently wore a top hat at all hours of the day.

"Hello!" Allison cried jovially. "Matt! How's it going?"

"I'm okay," Matt replied, leaning into Allison's hug. "Did you enjoy the museum?"

"Oh, I saw everything I needed to! Well, some of the things would have been better viewed from a different perspective, but that's for another night."

"Where are we going, anyway?" Matt asked, as the pair started to walk.

"One of my favourite places," the raccoon beamed. "Really excellent chicken."

"It's not too... uh..." Matt started, gesturing to the raccoon's attire. "Should I have dressed for hors d'oeuvres and ballroom dancing?"

The raccoon looked oblivious for a second. "Oh! No, I just wear this stuff to overcompensate. Don't worry."

Matt chuckled and followed on. "Oh, thank god. I've never been much of a dancer."

"You will be after chicken like this!" Allison said, with charming enthusiasm.

Despite assurances, Matt was still wary that he might be about to step into some kind of fine dining establishment. He found himself a lot more comfortable with the calibre of his company as he was led into the reliable high street charm of a Nando's. The pair seated, ordered and, over fresh plates of half-chicken, got to know each other.

"I wouldn't normally rush into something like this," Matt justified, half to himself. "Just-"

"Don't worry, this isn't a big deal. Just new friends eating good food!" Allison replied. There was a pause. "So, how do you like it in the bedroom?"

Matt coughed on a mouthful and blushed, sending the raccoon into laughter.

"Sorry, I couldn't resist," he smirked.

Matt pondered for a moment. The ice was broken and he decided, at the risk of oversharing, that he wasn't going to let the raccoon have the last word on that one.

"I could hypnotise you right now and have you following orders and kissing my paws all night."

The raccoon blushed more and Matt smirked right back at his surprised, wide eyes. From the looks of it, at least one of those kinks must have been shared.

"I-I'll eat you!" Allison retorted.

"Ah, that's not my thing," Matt replied, settled into his new confident groove.

"It is my thing," said the raccoon, digging his fork into his already nearly depleted plate of food.

"I noticed."

The pair ate on for a while, aware of how awkward they may have just made things. Soon they couldn't help but laugh together at the surreal conversation. It was probably a good thing that they'd seated themselves away in a quiet corner of the restaurant.

"So which was it that got you," Matt teased. "Hypno, or paws?"

"Paws are my jam," Allison replied, plate now cleared. "Never really tried hypnosis. I've always preferred other ways of getting people under my control."

"Ominous! Either that or you mean some kind of extremely niche thing."

"Mm, I'm sure you know aaall about those," the raccoon teased. "I could hypnotise you right now into telling me all your weird fantasies."

"No, you couldn't."

The raccoon pouted with faux dejection. "Oh, well. Tell me anyway."

If the rest of this discussion had never happened, Matt would never have answered such a question. Here he was with a new friend, still a near-stranger, being asked to spill the beans on the kinks beneath the surface. Only by this point, he was worried it might actually throw off the good rhythm of the conversation if he chose to be modest.

He scratched the back of his head and spoke in quick, hushed tone. "Fine. Since you mentioned people under control... I have this one thing about sleepwalking. Especially being made to sleepwalk by someone else."

Matt's blush deepened as he realised how little sense it must be making.

"Huh. Reminds me of that film with Wa-"

"Yes, like that film." Matt had made himself uncomfortable enough by this point and was already making firm plans to never contact this raccoon again and possibly go into hiding. Something about the curious look in Allison's eyes intrigued him though. It was a ponderous glance that suggested he might have actually... got it.

The pair decided to forgo the fro-yo and soon were on the street outside. At some point while inside a driving rain had developed, punctuating the awkwardness setting in as neither knew what to make of things. After getting so carried away, what could they possibly do to end on non-awkward terms?

"I-I'll see you. It was good chatting about...all that." Matt stammered, quickly putting his hood up and starting a brisk walk away. Soon though, he turned, as he heard Allison call him.

He was scratching the back of his head and staring intermittently at the floor. "It's a bit of a walk back to yours in all this rain, right? You told me in the museum. I'm just around the corner, if you wanted to just... come back to my place."

*

The raccoon's flat was indeed closer to the restaurant, but still round enough corners that the pair were soaked to the fur by the time they arrived.

It seemed to Matt to be a surprisingly modest place, if also modestly messy. Still, the light clutter seemed forgivable for a raccoon bachelor and especially for Allison, who had seemed, in the short time Matt had known him, to have an endearing distractibility about him.

"I got some towels from the cupboard, they're fairly warm," he said, as Matt caught the towel that was tossed to him and rubbed his face with it. He could hear Allison saying the usual hostly lines about making himself at home and fetching hot chocolates, while he was led through to the bedroom.

"The... bedroom?" Matt thought aloud.

"Well, I don't really have a front room. Keeps the price down to just... do stuff in bed."

Matt smirked. "I'm sure it does."

"Anyway, I'll get the kettle on as soon as we've got out of the wet... uh..."

The familiar awkwardness set in again, but Matt had been having luck tonight cutting through it.

"It's been two minutes and you've already got me undressing in your bedroom."

"Well, we're wet!" Ally cried. "The clothes, I mean! Heck..."

Not wanting to push his luck too far, Matt excused himself to change in the bathroom and the pair separately began the arduous fur-drying process. Allison had lent him a pair of pyjama bottoms to go commando in for the night. They were retro-style striped bottoms, which seemed a bit tacky for a raccoon to be wearing but were undeniably comfortable.

Allison was already sat on the bed when Matt returned, similarly wrapped up in a towel and pyjama shorts.

Matt stopped and blushed as he saw the raccoon staring at his topless torso, wide-eyed. Was he that smitten?

"You have... a ton of nipples!" he remarked.

Matt couldn't help but laugh off his blush and press a palm to his face. He was indeed showing off his array of six nipples and his other hand went instinctively to move the towel further over them. "Thanks, Ally. One for every day of the week."

He sat himself on the bed and put his feet up as Ally scooted over.

"Cool! Where's Nipple 7?"

"That's classified," Matt retorted, settling in.

The single bed was pushed up into the corner of the room with the raccoon pressed up against the side wall and both he and the umbreon sitting up against the back wall. It was a rather intimate seating arrangement, but Matt didn't mind the physical contact after the cold soak outside. In fact...

"It's still chilly, isn't it?" he hinted.

Luckily Ally picked up on it with a smile and Matt found himself snuggled up in his new friend's arms in a second, head resting on the raccoon's chest. Ally had a TV at the foot of the bed hooked up to a laptop which was stocked up with enough of the campier episodes of Doctor Who to get them through the rest of the evening. They laughed and riffed on all sorts of things from there, picking up on conversations from earlier in the day until the moon was bright in the sky. With every laugh and click of a play button, though, Matt found his eyelids drooping and inevitable sleepiness washing over him.

"One more video, or too tired? I might be able to get you a taxi if you want to go to bed-" Ally started.

"Mm, it's just the day catching up with me," Matt mumbled. "Running about on errands this morning and then the museum and then everything else, my paws are knackered."

After a contemplative pause, Ally spoke again. "Well, if you want, I could help you with that."

Matt's drooping eyes opened wide again, but he wasn't sure why he'd been caught off-guard. Something about the sincerity of the offer cut through all the facetious comments of the day. "What d'you mean?"

"Well, paws are our thing, right? I could... give them a quick rub for you. Look!"

Ally set Matt down and bounded to the foot of the bed with surprising energy. Matt shuffled down the bed to meet him, feet curled in towards each other shyly. The raccoon's eyes widened again, but Matt could see it was more genuine this time. Totally aware of how good his paws looked, Matt wiggled them slowly and splayed out his toes. The raccoon's thumbs quickly pressed into each spongy green sole pad. Ally's fingers were clearly experienced, melting Matt as he massaged away the stress of the day. The soles were kneaded deeply and each perky toe bean was curled and rubbed. Matt was almost oblivious to the world, sighing loudly as his masseur distracted his mind. He was jogged back into awareness when he felt a new kind of touch, looking down to see the raccoon's lips pressed against his sole.

Ally peered up at him and grinned mischievously. "Sometimes you don't need hypnotism, huh?"

There was no ignoring what came next. The raccoon took a long, lewd lick, sliding the warm tongue from the heel up to the sole pad and beyond, slipping it between two toes.

"W-wait a sec-oooh!" The sensation caught Matt by surprise again and he was cut off by a low moan escaping his lips. He blushed bright green, noticing that his pads were faintly glowing against Ally's face before he let his head drop back onto the bed.

A quiet moan turned into a gasp as his toes were suddenly enclosed in the raccoon's maw. He sucked and slurped. Matt tried to cover his crotch with a towel, knowing that his pyjamas would be sporting an unsubtle tent very soon. He wondered if Ally had noticed his fast-growing erection, but if he had it certainly hadn't stopped him. He was lavishing tongue-worship upon both paws and Matt could only wiggle and splay his toes. The raccoon was taking full advantage of Matt's foot fetish and sending shivers through his toes, up his legs, into his now-throbbing member. Matt gave in. He took a proactive role in smothering Ally's face with whichever foot was free, an act that pulled moans out of the raccoon too. He popped the button on the front of the bulging pyjamas, letting his length spring up through the gap. His knot sat heavily in his sheath as gripped the shaft and started to pump, timing it up with Allison's slurping worship.

Soon Allison settled to licking the soles repeatedly, seemingly having to take a break to breathe.

"You have gorgeous paws, Matty," he panted, half-muffled from behind the feet.

Matt was distracted with pawing, curling and splaying his toes and feeling the slickness of the saliva on his pads. He barely even noticed Ally moving his legs apart and shuffling up the bed, until he gently held Matty's wrist to move it away from the needy cock.

Matt looked down at Ally's head hovering right next to his member, another of tonight's sights he never would have imagined back in the museum.

"Any more orders for me, master?" he teased, still wearing his mischievous grin.

The choice of words alone was enough to send precum oozing from Matt's tip and in response he simply placed a hand on the back of Ally's head.

Ally quickly registered the approval and unleashed his tongue again, working his way from base to tip with small, teasing licks. The sensitive green shaft glowed faintly in approval just like his pads, the sensation of those skimpy licks almost seeming to edge him by the time Ally had got to the top. The raccoon kissed the tapered tip before sinking in one impressive movement down to the base. The force of the fellating pulled his knot free of his sheath. With the hotness of Ally's mouth contrasting the chilliness of his damp fur, the tongue rolling around every inch of flesh like a lolly and his tip feeling like it must have squeezed into the tightness of a throat, Matt couldn't hold on any longer. His legs wrapped around Ally's shoulders like a vice and he just managed to announce his oncoming climax in time. Waves of powerful orgasm crashed over him, sending strings of sweet seed into the raccoon's body. He barely even noticed he was holding Ally in place until the sensations of shooting subsided enough for his limbs to fall limp. He collapsed into a melted, pleasured umbreon puddle on the bed, panting and shivering.

Ally pulled off the cock at last, losing just a few final shots to the bedsheets. He climbed up on the bed and fell at Matt's side, panting just as much and coughing a few times.

"That was great..." Ally said quietly.

Matt could barely register any words going in, but managed to get some out: "M-maybe I should sleep here tonight... if you don't mind..."

Ally chuckled and agreed, pulling blankets out from under the umbreon and covering him up. Matt's fur felt finally dry and under the warm covers; it felt very relaxing.

"Surely you aren't sleeping already?" Ally asked. "Maybe I wanted to fool around more first!"

Matty's eyes stayed close, impossible to open by now. "I'm a heavy sleeper, go for it."

"While you're asleep?"

"I told you I'm into that, didn't I?" Matt said, mumbling ever quieter. "Just don't wake me up."

"I can't tell if you're joking! Hmm... Maybe I should just sleepwalk you around instead," Ally jested.

Matt let out a snoozy laugh. "Unless that fancy hat is magic, I doubt it."

"Were you... joking, though?"

Matt didn't reply directly. He rolled over and pushed the pair's lips together in a deep and long kiss. Tongues danced and lips wrestled.

Matt smirked as he pulled away, looking into those wide, surprised raccoon eyes again. "Shush."

Laying on his side and curling up in the blankets, the last sensations of the night were the sound of the nearby lamp's cord being pulled, comforting darkness falling around them and the raccoon's gentle embrace from behind.

*

The moon cast a soft and comforting glow into the room, but it wasn't helping Allison sleep. It had been a few hours since his guest had kissed him goodnight, but so much was preying on his mind that he just couldn't switch off.

He shuffled carefully off the bed and perched on a chair next to the mirror, across the room from the sleeping umbreon. He snacked idly on a sandwich he had packed and left for his cancelled tool-testing trip, thinking back on the day in his mind.

He tried not to creepily stare at Matt too much, which was made difficult as the peaceful sleep amplified his cuteness. Looking back, he was happy to have made the decision to postpone preparation plans to take a chance on the boy in his bed. There was an undeniable chemistry between the pair, that much was clear in the museum. Physical chemistry, too... Allison was very sure that he wanted more time with those paws. Maybe he'd try to make this more than a single night of Nando's, Netflix and chill, assuming his generally Ally-ness hadn't put the umbreon off somehow.

Ally went to reach for another half of a sandwich, but found he'd already finished them all while lost in thought. His eyes felt heavy, but he knew from experience that he still wasn't close to overcoming insomnia. Sometimes things just piled on his mind. On top of his upcoming larcenous projects he now had a new crush to shelter from it. Ally reacted to his mind using that word to describe Matt, shaking his wandering mind back into the room once again.

He spotted the box sat just to the side of him. He certainly wasn't aided in his quest for sleep by the prospect of having to wing it with such hi-tech tools. Pulling the box open, he quietly extracted the helmet from its foam casing. It was large for most heads, made relatively one-size-fits-all by the very deep plush padding lining the inside. There was a lifeless LED atop an antenna adorning the top the helmet. It was a bright and unfortunately conspicuous cherry red. Still, it was a perfect foundation for modification. Maybe the addition of some kind of grabbing claw...

The idea of guiding oneself by remote control instead of walking normally was a strange one, but those sandals had other features that would make them worth it. Besides, they were designed for people who weren't presently able to use their legs normally.

Allison lifted the helmet closer to his head, considering turning his insomnia towards training himself with the tools. Sadly, he couldn't very well leave his sleeping friend alone overnight like that. Matt's adorable visage came back into view as he lowered the helmet. He looked at Matt, then at the helmet... and then back to Matt, then back to the helmet...

"Maybe I should just sleepwalk you around instead," Ally mumbled to himself, grin growing on his face.

After a quick perusal of the documentation, Ally was feeling confident. There was nothing to suggest that it wouldn't work on the unawake.

The remote control was dense with buttons and small joysticks but according to the manual, simple locomotion was straightforward - and that was all he'd be needing. By this point Matt had luckily rolled onto his back, an arm hanging off the bed and legs outstretched. Ally's hands shook slightly as he leaned in over the unaware umbreon. He hovered the red helmet above Matt's head and pressed it down into the pillow, hooking it gently under Matt's head and tugging it down. It slid on with a satisfying thunk and a nice solid fit. Matt's breath caught briefly, but he stayed asleep and rolled his helmeted head off to the side slightly. That was a good sign. With so much padding inside, it must have felt indistinguishable from a pillow anyway.

Ally pulled the hefty metal sandals from the box and approached the foot of the bed. He lifted the blanket very gently, exposing those lovely paws. He couldn't resist giving the sole an affection little kiss, making the toes curl reflexively. He slid the heel of the sandal against Matt's and pressed it on, affixing it with the metal clasp after a soft click. He was concerned about the coldness of the metal and froze as Matt shuffled a little. This would be a weird situation to explain if he woke up now. There was no sign of him waking, though, even as the clasp pulled the sandal's metal insole in tight against the umbreon's foot and squished his pads ever so slightly against it. Another perfect fit. Ally got the other sandal attached with just as much care and stepped back to admire his handiwork. Matt looked even more adorable when fully geared up in his dorky red dome helmet and strange metal shoes with rows of vent holes dotting the soles. The setup was clearly designed for function over fashion.

Ally flung the strap of the remote control unit over his neck, letting it hang safely against his belly. Still only half-believing what he was doing, he flicked up a power switch on the remote. In stages the room was filled with a gentle red glow, first from the LED on Ally's remote's antenna, then the bulb atop Matt's head, then an LED on the heel of each sandal. There was a faint hissing noise as the air vents at Matt's feet tested their inhalation. Matt was lit up and ready to move.

"Let's have some fun, Matty!" Ally whispered, pushing the main control stick forward. The remote beeped softly. Matt's movement was punctuated by a mechanical whirr as if some hidden hydraulics or motors were moving within him. Ally chuckled in awe as he watched Matt's leg, on his command, rise abruptly to a 45 degree angle off the bed and hold there, perfectly rigid.

Spurred on by this small success, Ally gave the control stick a twist around to the right, followed by a sharp down. With very little delay, Matt's leg rotated out to the side, off the bed. It was limited by his body's natural flexibility, but for Matt that didn't seem to be causing an issue. Right after, it swung down. The sandal hit the floor with a hiss of vents and a thud of metal hitting wood. As the leg went down, Matt was pulled up to a seating position. His head lolled back as he was pulled up, before flopping forward, his chin sagging down against his chest. He was sat up in bed. A similar joystick move brought the other leg around off the bed and down. Thud. Matt's body was rotated and then swiftly rose as the gear straightened his legs for him.

Ally could only stare, still amazed at the technology that had allowed him to bring the umbreon up to a standing position in his sleep. It was certainly surreal. Matt's feet were perfectly parallel, legs and hips held rigid and attentive. Meanwhile, his upper body was heavy and limp. His shoulders and helmeted head were hunched deep forwards, his arms drooping and swinging softly from the movements. Ally felt strangely aroused by the situation. The unaware umbreon sleeping on peacefully and the somehow deeply intimate experience of being in full control of Matt's body's every movement was sending shivers through his body.

Still, there was work to be done and functions to be tested. With another joystick press, Matt's leg swung up from under him. His sagging upper body barely moved as his leg shot up to 90 degrees with another satisfying whirr. The gear kept his balance perfect despite him being perched on one foot.

Ally pushed the stick to the left and pressed one of the buttons with a chirpy beep. Matt's raised leg swung out to his left and thudded heavily down to the floor. It sent ripples through Matt's upper body, his arms swaying side-to-side as he was rotated again. His other leg followed automatically, setting him off walking towards the wall of the room. The walk was slow, deliberate and rhythmic. The legs rose and fell at natural angles, but with a robotic pacing between the whirring foot movement and the thudding step down. It repeated the same sequence of sounds every time: Whirr, thud. Whirr, thud. Whirr, thud. Ally was sure those hypnotically looping noises were going to end up making him hornier by association. He hit the button again and Matt's back foot thudded down in line with his other, stopping his walk. He was just a step away from the wall of the room.

The raccoon was apprehensive. What he was about to test was a well-documented side effect of using such strong air vents to control the user's balance, but he'd never seen it in action. He gulped and went for it, giving Matt's legs the instruction to ambulate once again. As if knowing the presence of a sheer wall ahead, Matt's leg rose swiftly and confidently planted his sole right onto the wall at a perfectly perpendicular angle. What happened next was a little mind-bending. Matt's back foot lifted from the ground with a pop and planted itself a step ahead of his other foot on the wall, as if it wasn't gravity-defying whatsoever. The change of orientation had sent Matt's upper body swinging back. His head and torso was now hanging down behind him, big ears and limp arms hanging down and swinging more strongly with each step. The friend who'd been resting in Ally's bed just minutes ago was now walking straight up the wall. Ally had to admit that Matt had a point about sleepwalking, considering his remote control unit was basically resting atop the tent in his shorts by now.

Ally was too distracted by his own bulge to notice that Matt was running out of wall, but it seemed no hurdle for the sandals. Matt's foot planted squarely onto the ceiling and he made another smooth transfer, continuing his walk across the ceiling now. The swaying was even more pronounced now that Matt was fully inverted, whole body from the hips up swinging loosely like a pendulum once Ally gave the command to stop in place.

The raccoon smiled as he stared at the umbreon stood on his ceiling, arms hanging on either side of his head and drooping ears twitching. He looked just as adorable as he did when he was still in bed. His chest rose and fell with his deep and audible breaths, close to snores now that his mouth was opened slightly by gravity. The ankles of his pyjama bottoms fell and bunched around his shins. His inverted head was just about level with Ally's and he couldn't resist the opportunity to mimic a movie. He leaned in close and pressed his lips to Matt's for a moment. He tugged at the button on his shorts, letting his rock-hard member spring out. By eye he was a little bigger than Matt and he regretted giving the umbreon the more loose-fitting pyjamas, sighing with relief as the tightness of his shorts was alleviated. Wanting a soundtrack for his little moment, he pressed a series of buttons. A series of beeps. At once, Matt's legs started to alternately lift a small distance and thud back down to the ceiling. He was marching on the spot, at quite a brisk pace. It made Matt's head and arms bounce around a little, but his eyes stayed shut and his expression remained peacefully blank. It was a decidedly silly but sexy thing to watch.

"And you told me you weren't much of a dancer!" Ally chuckled and touched himself as he found the experience of pushing Matt's buttons somehow pushing all of his own buttons. Matt's stomping filled the room with a quickened symphony of whirrs and thuds. The raccoon went in for a kiss again, remaining gentle enough not to wake Matt but amping up to a surprisingly passionate intensity, tongue delving into Matt's limp mouth and against his own tongue. It was a strange sensation to make out with a mouth deep in slumber.

Ally stepped back and gasped, dropping his shaft quickly as he found himself edging too soon. There was more fun to be had yet, if he could figure out what it would be. His eyes moved to the window. The rain had stopped hours ago and the moon was high, shining above the very tall apartment building across the street. The apartment building... That wasn't a bad idea.

Matt's march on the spot stopped. Ally looked up and couldn't help noticing Matt's member half-hard, half out of his sheath as Matt himself made little sleepy mumbling moans. As it turned out, Ally was not to be the only one getting a kick out of the motion of the sandals.

Ally ordered Matt down the wall to the floor and his plaything obeyed. Matt was turned to his left and Ally pulled open the bedroom door, with an excited grin. Holding the remote confidently, he manipulated Matt's legs to march him down the hall and out into the night.

He could feel the chill as the pair crossed the road and Ally kept an eye on Matt for signs he would wake. The umbreon's fur had puffed up and there was a slight shiver, all six nipples erect in the chill. The umbreon was oblivious to it all though; his body just hunched in place as normal as his legs carried him away. Ally followed along behind, watching out for people. There was not a soul on the roads that night which was useful, considering the indecency of the pair walking along with cocks bouncing free and exposed.

The apartment building across the road was much taller than Ally's building - ample distance for a midnight stroll. He stopped Matt in the alley and turned him. No windows on this side, and the view was relatively shielded from the road they came from. Like before, Matt's foot rose and planted squarely on the old bricks, followed by the other. Ally kept him there for a moment, standing just waist-height up the wall. Looking up at the dizzying height of the building, he realised that he had no idea of the range of his remote. Not wanting Matt to be stuck up there, he wondered... how much weight could those sandals hold? A gentle push down on the umbreon's firmly frozen-in-place legs gave no information. Ally sighed, knowing he was going to end up trying out his new idea however much convincing he gave himself otherwise.

He was impressed at just how deep a sleeper Matt was as he swung a leg over and mounted the umbreon. He heard a few sounds of strain from the vents... but they seemed to hold fast. Ally was sat there astride the sleeping Matt's pyjama'd hips and with a beep of a button, he was riding him up a sheer brick wall.

Whirr-thud. Whirr-thud. Whirr-thud. There were those noises again. The sounds of the sandal's default plodding gait sent Ally into a daze. Not to mention the fact he was now feeling every rise of a leg and hard thud of a foot vibrating through his perch. The view wasn't bad either - he could ignore the precarious heights by focusing on the steady swinging of Matt's heavy helmeted head and his arms swaying like an inverted Mexican wave.

Ally's cock was bounced with every step until about a third of the way up the wall, he felt it bump against Matt's own. He was fully hard now too. Must be dreaming about something nice.

He could barely take it anymore and with his gentlest touch, he wrapped his hand around both of their shafts at once. Training was one thing - by now he'd learned everything he needed to. Now him and his plaything could get something out of this.

He sighed and moaned as he rubbed the two cocks in broad strokes, his own precum liberally coating both shafts, urged out with a high production by the edging earlier. Up and up they climbed and faster and faster Allison jacked them off. Matt's cock was glowing again.

Ally almost fell off the sleeping umbreon elevator as he was struck by an immense orgasm, tensing up all over and unintentionally moaning out loud. Thick strings of his seed struck the bottom of the remote and flew over Matt's head, falling in big drops down to the concrete far below. Ally panicked as he stifled any further moaning, checking on Matt again. He saw no waking, only a similar orgasmic grimace. Right on cue, Matt started shooting too, moaning out loud in his sleep. He couldn't stifle them in his slumber though, the cries of his climax ringing unhindered and echoing through the alley. Strings of his own cum shot free, coalescing with Ally's last shots. With his torso and head hanging straight down, all the shots missed him entirely and painted the opposite wall and alley floor. The whole time his legs carried him ever onward up the wall, obediently marching at the same pace. Matt moaned out loudly with each firm thud of his feet against the wall. Whirr-thud-moan. Whirr-thud-moan.

Ally tipped his head back in pleasure and gasped at what he saw, quickly slamming on the brakes. Matt's leg was raised to take a step, hanging out over thin air. The pair had made it to the rim of the roof where the transfer would presumably throw Ally off.

The raccoon shuffled back along the legs and onto the roof, lowering Matt's leg and rotating him to face the ground. He was regretting getting caught up in such a daze of horniness - a wet dream like that would wake up anybody before long. As if that wasn't enough incentive to wake up, a drizzling rain had started to come down on them. Climbing back aboard and sitting on the umbreon's impressively cushy rear, the pair began their descent. Ally ramped up the speed as much as possible, having Matt's legs powerwalk them down the bricks. Ally took his new toy - and the sandals he was wearing - back to bed as quickly and smoothly as possible, Matt still moaning quietly as they marched and whirred and thudded their way through their sweet afterglow.

*

Matt's eyes slowly opened and acclimated to the midmorning sun. If Ally had done anything, at least he hadn't been woken up. Getting disturbed from sleep like that would really drive Matt up the wall.

He was laid flat on his back, noting that his legs were feeling unusually sore. Maybe the unfamiliar bed had done his back in. He was feeling uncharacteristically groggy and was sure he'd slept in longer than he ever usually did. Strange that a change of mattress can cause all that exhaustion.

Ally wasn't in the bed, but Matt could smell coffee from afar and hear the clinks of a kitchen in use. He sat up slowly and leaned forward to rub his legs and feet gently. Something raised an eyebrow; his fur was damp. Just slightly, like a morning dew. Like in the later hours of the previous night, before he distinctly remembered being fully dry. There was, coincidentally, a light drizzle hitting the window next to him at that moment. A leak somewhere, maybe? This flat much be cheaper than he thought.

He turned to look into the room, about to call out to Ally. He noticed something that raised another eyebrow, something that hadn't been there the night before. On the dresser was sat a large, complicated remote control unit. There was no sign of anything that it would be linked to, but it put strange notions in Matt's mind. Damp fur, tired legs and a remote control unit... surely what he was thinking was impossible? Where most might have started to feel violated in some way, Matt felt the deepest blush rise in his face and a sense of deeply intimate curiosity and desire.

The raccoon walked in at that moment, two steaming mugs of coffee in hand. Matt turned his gaze to Ally, but not before the raccoon noticed him staring at the remote control. The raccoon said nothing, simply flashing his trademark mischievous grin and giving a telling wink.

That wink - and all the implications behind it - sealed the deal. Matt was certain that he would be visiting this raccoon again.