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Ketchy waited for the front door to open.

It'd been a month since the virus had gotten bad enough to institute 'social distancing.' The library she worked at was closed for the foreseeable future. Kody, her mate, was an electrician/handyman. The rabbit was still getting a few 'emergency' repair jobs here and there, but most new projects had dried up.

Consequently, they'd spent a lot of time at home.

Together.

The squirrel's tail fluffed with impatience.

Is he going to knock or what?

Ketchy could never decide if she was more an introvert or an extrovert. People definitely annoyed her. But she sorta liked being around them? Whatever the case, she'd been handling isolation fairly well.

She'd been reading a lot of supernatural romance novels. Bingeing old TV shows, too. She'd just finished Northern Exposure and was debating over what to start next.

For her social fix, the squirrel had been texting and video-chatting with her best friend Adelaide every day. Then there were calls from family. And she had Kody, of course.

Kody wasn't the best conversationalist. The rabbit wasn't what you'd call 'book smart.' He wasn't even 'street smart,' considering there were no streets around here. Just roads. His areas of expertise were sports, gaming, and action movies. And handiwork, of course. None of which Ketchy had a natural interest in.

But he was caring and meant well and would patiently listen to her endless ramblings and conspiracy theories, even if he usually had nothing to add.

And, also, he was hot.

There was just no way around it.

Kody had the type of body those ancient Greek statues were based on. Tall, brawny, sky blue eyes. His white fur was blended with a dashing undercurrent of grey that became more pronounced on his extremities. Those good looks combined with that easygoing attitude were enough to make a girl like Ketchy, who'd always worried she was 'average,' swoon ten times over.

The whole situation (no unnecessary people, eat whenever, watch retro TV, rabbit sex) was perfect for Ketchy.

But Kody was a certified, card-carrying extrovert. The gregarious rabbit liked to hang out for no reason at all, just to be around others. He didn't even like to play video games alone. He kept trying to get Adelaide's mate, Field, to come over and play with him in person. Even with the pandemic on. The mouse, who was afraid of life to begin with, kept turning him down.

The rabbit was starting to go stir-crazy, and Ketchy could tell he was feeling a little sad. He never admitted when he was, but she could tell.

To help his sanity and spice things up for herself, Ketchy had floated the idea of some romantic roleplaying ...

"Roleplay?" Kody had asked. "What's that?"

"You know ... where you play roles."

"Like what?"

"Like, I dunno. Different people." Ketchy shrugged. "Anyone."

"Can I be the leading scorer in the NBA?"

"That's not quite what I meant ... "

"You said anyone," Kody reminded.

Ketchy bobbled her head and asked, "Who would I be, then?"

"You can be the leading scorer in the WNBA!" the rabbit offered cheerily.

"And we just happen to end up in bed together, huh?"

"The leading scorers in two sports leagues? That's like if Superman got with Superwoman!"

"I think we should do something else ... "

What's he doing out there?!

Opening the door herself, Ketchy blinked.

She found Kody straightening a light fixture on the front porch. The sun was nearly set, and the mid-spring chill was made more pronounced by a steady breeze. The buck didn't seem the least bit cold, though, even in short sleeves.

Kody, oblivious to Ketchy's appearance, fished in his pockets for some screws, squinting and trying each of them for size until he found some that fit.

The squirrel crossed her arms and watched as he took a Phillips-head screwdriver from his belt.

"Hello?" she finally said, pretending she didn't know the rabbit. She furrowed her nutty-brown brow with faux suspicion. "Can I help you? Person who carries screws in their pockets for some reason ... "

"Hey, Ke--" Kody caught himself. "Miss." He nodded politely as he secured the light fixture. "It fell over in the storm last night."

The rabbit, finished with the repair, blew on the tip of his screwdriver like a cowboy would a pistol and holstered it in his belt. His paws went to his hips, elbows akimbo. "I am a repairman with nothing to hide," the white-and-grey rabbit declared. "Technically an electrician, but--"

"So, you're the one I called?" Ketchy interrupted, trying to keep the roleplay on track. Also, she wanted to hurry up and get back inside. She was starting to shiver!

"I left my phone in the house, so I don't--" The rabbit, seeing his mate's look, changed his response. "Oh! Yes. You 'called' me. That's right. You said it was an emergency."

"Mm-hmm."

"Cool."

There was a moment of silence, each waiting for the other to continue.

Finally, Ketchy, putting a paw to her forehead as if she were going to faint, dramatically said, "I hope you aren't going to add this extra work to my bill! I mean, I ... I don't know how I'll be able to repay you." She flicked her tail over her shoulders. He'd always had a thing for big, bushy tails. "I'm just a small-town librarian, you see, sir."

"Yeah? Which town?"

"Sheridan."

"Oh, that's where I'm from!"

"I know," she deadpanned, trying not to get hung up on minor details. She wanted to get to the juicier thrust of the story! Quite literally, too.

While Kody had wanted to do a straight up 'handyman gets handsy' routine, the squirrel had her heart set on something more mysterious: like, say, she'd been clued in to a government conspiracy and Kody was an undercover agent who'd come to 'extract' the information from her, no matter the method.

Ketchy tried to play her role knowing that he might be an undercover operative only pretending to be a repairman, and she_knew that _he knew that she knew ... something.

It's possible I'm overthinking this.

Maybe if she seduced him first, she could turn the tables on him! Get him to admit to something. Or do something ...

"What are your rates?" Ketchy asked. "I should've inquired before you drove out here, but I plum forgot. If I can't meet them, well ... maybe we could work out a payment plan?" the squirrel said, running her fingers down between her breasts, hoping to draw his attention to them. "Maybe something with ... installments?"

Kody amiably waved a paw. "No hurry. I give my customers thirty days to pay."

"I don't think I could keep you waiting _that_long," Ketchy insisted, arching vampishly against the doorframe. "If you're going to 'come' after hours, I should like to make it worthwhile."

"Hah, nice! But it's close to where I live," Kody said, cracking up a bit.

Ketchy's whiskers twitched. This was going to be more difficult than she thought. As an avid reader, she had a big imagination. To a fault, she was able to go with every flight of fancy. But Kody was always so damn ... practical.

"I've never seen your face around town," Ketchy said, squinting her eyes in faux suspicion.

"Maybe you weren't looking at my face," the rabbit said slyly.

Flustered by his quick comeback, Ketchy stammered, "Yes, well ... my, uh, bedroom lights? They won't come on. That's why I called."

"Bedroom problems," Kody said. "Gotcha! I think I have just the 'tool'," he emphasized, without any subtlety whatsoever, "to fix that."

"I think maybe there's a short circuit?" she said as she invited him in. "I'm afraid it will catch the house on fire. Things might get ... hot."

"Are you sure you put in a fresh bulb? Sometimes, people save the old ones and put them back in by mistake."

"You can always screw a new one in and see if it lights up," the squirrel said, shutting the door.

"Sure," Kody responded simply, looking around the house as if he didn't live in it. "Whoever put up this sports stuff has an awesome taste in teams, wouldn't you say?"

"I live alone," Ketchy replied.

"A bushy-tailed thing like you with no mate? I don't believe it."

She looked down at her foot-paws in a coquettish gesture, responding theatrically. "It's true, and how! Many hours do I spend grooming it, but ... "

Wait.

Ketchy looked up and blinked.

Where'd he go?!

"Ko--" She cleared her throat. "Sir? Are you looking for evidence? You're not going to find any secrets in this house! Especially not in the bedroom."

"Just a sec," the rabbit called from the kitchen.

Ketchy followed the sound of his voice, finding him working on the faucet. She shook her head and asked, "What are you doing?"

"There's a little drip goin', see? Even when the knobs are off."

"Yeah, I know ... I told you about it yesterday." Dammit, I broke character! Focus.

Some tools clinked and clacked, and he turned the handles on and off. "Two-for-two!" he said, standing up straight.

Ketchy, after he'd had his moment said, "Shall I show you to the bedroom? Purely for professional reasons, of course."

"Bet I can guess the way," Kody said with a wink. "But, by all means, ladies first."

Ketchy walked with him to the bedroom, stopping halfway down the hall. "The light switch was working fine until today. You don't think ... foul play," she emphasized, looking over her shoulder, "could be involved?"

"You know I don't follow baseball."

Ketchy moved a little further and stopped again, right in front of the bedroom door this time. She twirled fully around and insisted, with a tremor in her voice, "I know you're not a repairman!"

"I'm not?"

"No, you're ... a spy!" she emphasized.

"No shit," Kody said, eyes widening, as if he didn't see that coming. Even though they'd outlined all this before starting. "What's that make you, then, Miss?"

"Me? Isn't it obvious? I'm just an innocent squirrel maiden," Ketchy said, opening the door and moving beside the bed. She made a show of swishing her tail. The lights were working just fine, of course, but she left the off.

Kody, in silhouette, moved into the doorway, arms raised and paws gripping each side of the frame. "What is a maiden, anyway? You from a farm or something? A pecan farm, I bet."

"Pecans?"

"Yeah, cause it's a nut. And you're a squirrel."

Ketchy shook her head. "It wouldn't be a farm, anyway. It'd be an orchard. Pecans grow on trees."

"Yeah, and so does money," the rabbit said in an exaggerated, eye-rolling tone.

"And they don't grow in these parts," she added.

"Then why'd you decide to be a pecan maiden?"

"I didn't! I'm just ... " Ketchy took a slow, deep breath, getting back into the part. "I'm just a bookish librarian girl who is pure as the driven snow," she waxed poetically.

"Wait, you playing a virgin? Hah!" The rabbit laughed. "Surprised you'd remember how."

Ketchy ignored that. She just kept trying to bait him into action. "What are you going to do to me, sir? I swear ... I don't know anything!"

"Maybe you don't know that you know. Info could be on a microchip hidden in your fur." He'd seen that in one of those Mission: Impossible movies. "I think I'm going to have to do a strip search."

"What about the light? You won't be able to see."

"I can feel my way around," the rabbit said smoothly, advancing on the squirrel. He nudged her onto the bed, giving her a good view of his brawny chest as he pulled his shirt off. "I'm stripping, too ... for reasons."

Ketchy ogled him, scooting into the bed's center and sprawling back like a helpless damsel. Kody's pants clanked heavily as they hit the floor, thanks to the tool belt and screws.

With the rabbit's underwear visibly tenting, the squirrel asked, "Are you saying I hid this microchip inside me? Are ... are you going to probe my pussy?"

Kody responded by removing his boxer-briefs, cock springing upright. It was beading pre at the tip. "What do you think?"

Oh, gosh.

"You won't find anything!" Ketchy insisted over-dramatically. Wildly turned on, she wriggled out of her own clothes. She tossed her shirt. Then she kicked away her pants.

Crawling on all fours above her, the naked rabbit said, "I took an oath, Miss. I'm just doing my job." He eased her panties off her hips, down her thighs ...

"Ah ... ah, so, you're not a repairman after all," Ketchy said, thighs inching apart. "I was right all along!"

"I'll repair you," was Kody's horny response, impatiently prying off her bra. It went sailing through the air. She was as naked as him, now.

Ketchy chittered as Kody suckled on one of her nipples. The rabbit also reached a paw between her legs to feel at her sex.

"Oh ... "

"Is this it?" Kody asked, pulling away from the breast. He severed a trailing string of saliva with his tongue, muzzle drifting to one of her rounded, little ears. "Is this what you're hiding?" he whispered, rubbing her clitoris.

Ketchy whimpered and squirmed. "You ... oh! You should know I'm under w-witness protection," she stammered, paws going to the back of his head, massaging his tall, slender ears. "With one call, a team of government agents will ... ah!" The squirrel chittered! "Will be here!"

The rabbit's fingers had shifted a few inches downward, easing inside her passage. Two fingers. Slowly pumping, glistening with her juices.

"You won't be talking to anyone," Kody promised, nibbling at her jaw, flashing her the steamiest of looks.

She knew that face.

His 'point of no return face' face.

For the sake of the roleplay, Ketchy tried not to give in. "You'll never silence--"

The rabbit kissed her, passionately.

"Mmf," she went, arms immediately going around his neck.

Kody grunted into her maw. "Mm ... "

Ketchy's legs fully spread, thighs hugging his hips.

The kisses tapered off.

"This is your last chance," Kody said. "Tell me where the disc--"

"Microchip," Ketchy corrected.

"Where is it?" the rabbit said, rubbing the sensitive head of his cock along her pouting vulva. "I can see your whiskers quivering. I_must_ be close." The rabbit stopped rubbing and angled himself for penetration, pushing into the squirrel. "I'm definitely getting ... warmer ... " Kody eased to a hilt and sighed. "Fuck," he muttered, awash with pleasure. "Yeah, definitely ... definitely in here, uh-huh."

With wild abandon, the rabbit started thrusting.

Ketchy held on for dear life, her paws on that firm, bobtailed ass. She felt his muscles flexing with each hump. She gave him a slap, urging him on. "Oh, I'll n-never ... never ... " Oh, who was she kidding? She'd do anything he asked!

"Oh, Ketchy," he sighed, drilling to her feminine core, balls slapping against her repeatedly.

"Kody," she replied, just to say his name.

The bed creaked and bounced.

The squirrel, breasts jiggling, was hot. So, so hot!

"Mm!"

"Hahh ... "

Kody's cock rubbed her in all the right ways, hit every spot she needed it to. He wielded it like a knight.

The squirrel felt her extremities tingling, her loins aflame. Almost. Oh, she was almost ...

There!

She was there.

Ketchy gaped, buckteeth jutting as her maw hung open, her orgasm crashing into her like a tidal wave. For a split second, she imagined herself being swept away, never able to breathe again. And then the gape yielded a deep, needy gasp.

"Ahh!"

Taking big, barking breaths, she filled the air with squirrel-sounds, her sex electrified and sending bolts of bliss to her brain, which redirected them to her furthest reaches. Her whole body felt good. _So_good!

"Oh ... oh, man!" Kody moaned, in the process of ejaculating. "Ah ... ah, yeah ... " Hilted inside the squirrel, he hugged her tightly.

Ketchy shivered and squeaked, hugging him back.

And then ...

It was over.

The peak cleared, and they descended back to reality, albeit with an internal glow.

"That was fun," the rabbit decided, laying atop her even after he'd pulled out.

"Uh-huh," the happy squirrel agreed, caressing the male's back. She slid her paws down and dug her fingers into his bobtail fluff.

They nuzzled cheek to cheek.

"I take it you're feeling better?" Ketchy eventually asked.

"Better?"

"I know this 'quarantine' thing has you down."

"Well ... a little, I guess ... " Kody skipped a beat before adding, "No sports, no friends, no going out. No work, even. Just sickness and death?" He paused. "Kind of a bummer."

"That's one way to put it," the squirrel agreed, burying her nose in his neck fur. She breathed of him. "I've been anxious every day."

"Yeah, but you're way better at expressing that stuff," he insisted. "I just ... I don't know how."

"Why not?"

Kody hesitated.

"It's okay," Ketchy whispered, moving her forehead to his. "Go on ... "

"I don't wanna let you down."

"How would you do that?"

"Well, you know," the rabbit mumbled. "Everyone's always expected me to be strong and steady. All my life, that's all I've been good for. If I wasn't horny and carefree all the time? You wouldn't want to spend time with me anymore ... "

"That's not true."

"Eh ... "

"Kody," the squirrel insisted emotionally, paws moving to the back of his head. "I'm your mate." She went quiet for a moment before asking, "Do you think I'm perfect?"

"You are to me."

"Why?"

"Because ... I love you."

"I love you, too," she replied. "Nobody can fit squarely into a box. I have plenty of bad days, and you put up with them like a saint. You're allowed some, too."

"What am I supposed to do when I don't feel like myself?"

"Just tell me. I won't think any differently of you. I want to help you."

Kody touched his nose to hers. "You got my back?"

"Always," she promised.

They shared a tender, little kiss.

Kody smiled. "Thanks, babe." Without any ceremony, the rabbit rose to his knees and easily flipped the squirrel over onto her belly.

"What ... what are you doing?" Ketchy asked, as if she didn't know full well.

"You got my back, I got yours," the rabbit insisted.

Ketchy, after all these years, still marveled at the lapine libido. It was truly one of the Seven Natural Wonders of the World.

"You ever seen that old movie?" Kody asked as he lined himself up with her sex. "The Postman Always Rings Twice?"

"I've heard of it," Ketchy allowed, her rump thoroughly groped.

"Well, let's pretend we're in a porno version, yeah? The Repairman Always Bangs Twice," he told her, draping her tail over his shoulders, the tip furled around his neck like a fancy scarf. "And I've only gone once ... "

"Is there a plot?"

"Nah."

"Kody, you need an actual story for a roleplay to g--" Her green eyes boggled as the buck slammed into her, the squirrel's brown-furred body lurching forward. Her whiskered face smushed into a pillow, dulling her muffled cry. "Ohh!"

The rabbit was already moving his hips at a commendable clip, churning the seed he'd deposited a few minutes prior.

This was going to get ... very messy.

I'm going to have to swap out the sheets before we go to sleep.

There were worse ways to spend a quarantine, though.

Maybe, tomorrow, their roleplay could involve a laundromat?