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"What's on next?" Kody asked, bringing a big bowl of popcorn into the living room. The white-and-black Himalayan rabbit plonked himself down on the couch beside his mate, leaning back and propping his big, furry feet on the coffee table.

"Gymnastics," Ketchy confirmed excitedly, sitting fully upright. She clasped her paws together, tilting forward.

The TV returned from break.

"Welcome back to the Games!" said the unseen announcer, taking over from the studio. The screen showed the interior of the athletic facility from a ceiling view, then jumped to floor-level. "If you weren't with us before the break, we have a new leader on the balance beam!"

The camera cut to a petite red squirrel, wearing a glittery white leotard. Prim and striking, she was pacing back and forth in front of a bench.

"Mm. Red squirrels," Kody murmured with clear appreciation, digging into the popcorn.

Ketchy gave her mate some side-eye. "What about them?"

"The ears," the rabbit said between chews, of red squirrels' pointy, tufted lobes. "Mmh." He casually pointed at the featured gymnast. "Fuzzy."

"Yes, Grusinskaya has posted a score that, frankly, is going to be tough to beat," the announcer continued.

"She's not one of the greats, Hugh," said the analyst in the booth, her voice rising in excitement. "She may be the greatest."

"Hyperbole, any?" Ketchy remarked. She slouched back. "Grusinskaya's routines are so clinical!"

"You tell 'em," Kody said, taking a swig of soda.

"Hold on just a minute, though!" the announcer said dramatically as they finished praising Grusinskaya.

The camera switched to a brown-and-silver squirrel in a shiny red, white, and blue get-up. She wasn't as lithe as the red squirrel. Had more muscle to her. And her ears were more rounded than pointy. Wriggling about to loosen herself up, she stared down the apparatus as if she wanted to gnaw it to pieces.

"Kiana is about to make her attempt. The United States hasn't won balance beam since 2004. What's going through her head, Irene?"

Ketchy sat back up and clapped her paws for Kiana, a fellow fox squirrel.

Irene, sounding like she was going to hyperventilate from excitement, said, "This is the biggest moment of her life. She and Grusinskaya have traded world championships on this routine for the past three or four years, but neither has Olympic gold. The last time a squirrel didn't win gold in beam? Barcelona. 1992. Neither of these two had been born yet."

Irene let that sink in.

In the background, an otter somersaulted off the vault and a fancy rat pranced around on 'floor exercise.'

"Squirrels _own_this apparatus. These girls know the proud legacy. They've been dreaming their whole lives of being a part of it. And with the young talent in the pipeline, this is their best chance. Do I expect them both back in four years? They'll try, but there's no guarantee. The pressure is very real. Look at Kiana's whiskers? How stiff they are. Her incisors are jutting, which means her pulse is up and she's breathing faster. You can see the look on her face."

Kiana, as she stepped into position, fluffed her tail in Grusinskaya's general direction as if brushing off her performance.

"Oh, my!" Irene gasped.

"A little showmanship," Hugh said.

"Hah!" Kody went, as if he'd been on the end of that before. With this in mind, the rabbit idly grabbed for Ketchy's tail.

She let him have it, eyes glued to the screen.

The camera showed the red squirrel crossing her arms and muttering something to her coach in a Slavic tongue.

"Kiana is going to need a career best to even match Grusinskaya," Hugh told the audience.

"Relative to what we have seen, she needs to be perfect," Irene agreed. "She can't think about it. Squirrels were born acrobats. She just has to fall back on her deepest instincts."

The fox squirrel raised her arms, signaling the start of her routine, and then climbed onto the beam. Standing straight, she kicked up a leg.

"Here's her attempt at that full turn."

Kiana spun around, tail trailing behind her. It twitched and fluttered, serving as a balancing mechanism.

"Beautiful."

"Yes, much better than in the team finals."

The squirrel did one flip, then another, and then took a deep breath as she prepared to do them backwards.

"Tricky combination right here ... "

"Flawless!"

"So far so good," said Hugh.

"Here comes her signature skill," Irene told the audience. "Two spins ... dropping down, legs on either side of the beam, and then somersaults forward, pops up and ... perfect flip! This routine really defines her beauty and her grace."

A beeping noise could be heard.

"That's for the dismount," Hugh said. "She has five seconds."

"Not to jinx it, but she's been landing very well in the competition so far ... " Irene held her breath.

Kiana, on the far end of the beam, heels in perfect alignment, sprinted down the length, pitching forward, paws pushing her body off the beam and into the air, where she did two forward flips and landed flat on her foot-paws. Her knees barely bent.

"Wow."

"Stunning!"

Kiana flashed a bucktoothed smile and raised her arms, barking euphorically. Her tail flagged high.

The camera cut to Grusinskaya. The red squirrel shook her head, as if to say 'mine was better.' Her whiskers twitched, and the camera zoomed in on her eyes.

"If that does not get gold, then there is something wrong!" Irene declared. "We have seen routine after routine that shows visible errors, balance checks. Where were they in that one? I want to know."

Suddenly, the scores appeared on the screen.

"And Kiana's done it!" the announcer crowed.

"Yes!" Ketchy chittered in vicarious victory.

"By the slimmest of margins, she's taken the lead in the balance beam. With only two competitors left, she's guaranteed a medal, but neither of the remaining two have routines with strong enough point values to take the gold. She's essentially wrapped this up. Grusiskaya with the likely silver. In the meantime, let's take a break! When we come back, we'll give you an update on some intense badminton action ... "

Kody muted the sound. He'd seen these commercials ad nauseum since the Games had started. As he took his foot-paws off the table and put the popcorn bowl in their place, he saw an unfamiliar book. "Hey, what's this?" he asked, picking it up.

"Oh, uh, that?" Ketchy cleared her throat, shifting about to bring her legs onto the couch. She tried to play it cool. "Um. Y'know. Just a little something I brought home from work ... "

"Been watching the Games?" Ketchy asked, leaning against the checkout desk. It was earlier that day. The fox squirrel's big, bushy tail fluttered behind her, a silvery-brown banner, immaculately groomed.

"Saw some the other night," Adelaide replied distractedly. The pink-furred, purple-eyed bat was scanning returned books back into the library's computer system. It was a weekday afternoon, late-July. A few people were using the computers along the far wall. One or two were browsing the aisles.

In a bouncy, talkative mood, Ketchy leaned forward. "Beach volleyball? Judo? Speed walking?"

"No."

"Table tennis? Bet Field likes that one!" Ketchy said, of Adelaide's long-time mate. He was a harvest mouse. "Why are mice so good at that? It's an all-mouse matchup for the gold tomorrow."

"I think it was the high dive."

"You think?"

"What's the difference between the platform and that bouncy board?"

Ketchy snerked. "How 'bout plenty! I've been watching swimming, too," she insisted, "and otters in speedos are, like ... mmf, you know?"

"Bet you love those reports from that Baxter fellow," Adelaide said. Channel 13 had the Olympic coverage, and the morning sportscaster, a handsome river otter, was doing daily reports.

Ketchy sidestepped the remark (as accurate as it was) and continued, "There's a few muskrats that advanced to the semis of the medley, too. And a beaver. I had to root for them, cause 'rodent representation' and all. Track and field is all predators. Well, except the jumping stuff." She hopped up on the checkout counter and sat there, foot-paws not reaching the floor. "Rabbits and kangaroos are doing well there."

"I root for stories, not species," Adelaide insisted, adding to the pile of returned books. Ketchy was _supposed_to be transferring them to a cart and restocking them to the shelves. The stack was starting to resemble a skyscraper.

"Only cause bats aren't good at anything," Ketchy said, casually inspecting her claws.

"Uh, we're dominant at skeet shooting?" Adelaide reminded, looking up at her friend. Her scoop-like ears flicked upward.

"Yeah, cause you can echo-locate the trajectory of the discs." The squirrel rolled her eyes, hopping off the desk and facing her friend.

"Also, they might as well rename badminton as bat-minton."

"That's such a weirdly random thing to be dominant in," Ketchy pointed out.

"Still counts."

"But, yeah, those are, like ... leisure sports, Addie. Anyone can do those. Squirrels," she proclaimed, gesturing grandiosely, "are good at the hardcore stuff. The events everyone watches and remembers. The kind that push your body to the limit. Gymnastics. Soccer."

"Soccer? Really?"

"All the good teams have squirrel goalies."

"Since when? I thought they were all lions and wolves and stuff. Wolverines and badgers. Burly types with huge paws for swatting."

Ketchy's tail swished. "The bad teams have them in goal, sure ... I said the good teams."

"Uh-huh."

"We can juke with the best of them." Ketchy feigned left but jumped right, punching away an invisible ball. "I just blocked a penalty kick!" Everyone else in the library looked at her.

"Did you have a soda for lunch again?" Adelaide asked, giving a 'tone it down' gesture with her pink wing-arms. Give a squirrel sugar and caffeine? Watch out.

"No," Ketchy mumbled petulantly. "Just a sports drink."

"Those _literally_have the same amount of sugar. Probably more, cause the bottles are bigger."

"It had potassium and electrolytes! There was a big display in the front door of the grocery. Ten for a dollar each."

"Guess the 'loss leader' pricing strategy works after all."

Ketchy made a face. "They happen to taste good, Addie."

"Yeah, cause they're loaded with sugar!" Adelaide pointed out.

"Whatever."

Adelaide looked back at the computer, a toothy smile spreading across her bubblegum muzzle.

"What?" Ketchy asked.

"Nothing."

"Tell me!" the squirrel pleaded.

"Kody's definitely rubbing off on you."

"Huh? What's _that_mean?"

"What's the girl version of a jock? Cause you're becoming one," Adelaide said.

"I am not."

"Are, too."

"Look, Kody and I don't have a lot in common when it comes to hobbies," the squirrel confessed. "I mean, you and Field are the same way, right? It's an 'opposites attract' relationship. We didn't get together cause we like all the same things. There was a strong, shall we say ... " She started twirling a paw.

"Physical?" Adelaide provided.

"Component," Ketchy finished, "yes, to the equation."

Adelaide tilted her head, not denying that was the case for her and Field.

"But he likes sports and I like the Olympics, so there's an overlap. We've been watching and commenting together, and it's just ... I don't know. It's really nice. I like it. But it's really got my competitive juices going ... "

"No kidding."

"It's only for a few more weeks."

"So you say," Adelaide ribbed. "What if it's permanent?"

"It's not ... " Ketchy's whiskers twitched. Was it ... ? She suddenly looked worried.

Adelaide giggled.

Ketchy frowned. "Few more weeks," she repeated.

"Hope I can last that long," Adelaide said. "You're already wearing me out."

"Ha, ha," Ketchy went dryly, crossing her arms.

Adelaide scanned in a few more book returns before saying, "I bet Kody's favorite event is something original ... like basketball."

"Yeah." Ketchy crossed her arms. "He's wanting to see the new three-on-three competition. I asked him why three players were better than five, and he said 'more room for dunks'." The squirrel rolled her eyes. "I told him I thought the three-ball was sexier."

"Then he double-dribbled you," Adelaide guessed slyly.

Ketchy looked around the room, arms uncrossing as she cleared her throat and admitted, "Eventually ... "

Adelaide giggled again.

"My favorite is gymnastics, though," Ketchy continued. "That's on tonight! Individual event finals. I'm so excited. Squirrels are good at most of the apparatuses. Or is it apparati?"

"And you call yourself a librarian," the bat teased.

"We swept the gold medals last time!"

"I like how you say 'we' like you could do any of that, Ketchy."

"I mean ... I could probably do some of it."

"Alright, let's see you do a pawstand. That should be simple enough."

"Right now?" The squirrel stalled, insisting, "What if someone comes through the door?"

"They already have." Adelaide nodded to the other people in the library.

The squirrel huffed and insisted, "The fact is, my ankles can pivot 180 degrees, and my tail gives me an amazing sense of balance."

"Must be useful for something," Adelaide decided. "Reminds me ... think you should have this." The bat leaned down and grabbed a book beneath the counter. She slid it over to Ketchy.

"Skurrina Sakovich's Flexible You," Ketchy recited slowly, picking it up and squinting at the cover. "An exercise book?" A petite red squirrel in a leotard graced the cover, arms raised in victory. Ketchy turned it around and read the back cover blurb. "Huh! She was the last gymnast to get a perfect score in Olympic competition. The judges changed the rules afterward. Out of pure jealousy!"

"Open it," Adelaide said, with a knowing smile.

Ketchy did so, her green eyes getting wide. "What the ... " She flipped to another page. And another. "It's like a Squirrel Sutra!" She lowered her voice to a whisper. "We had this on the shelves?!"

"Yeah, don't think they realized what it really was when they ordered it. They just saw the cover. Skurrina was big at the time. It's been in the system since the 90's but hasn't been checked out in years." The bat paused. "I'm gonna remove it from circulation. You want it?" Anything the employees didn't want got put in the annual bargain basement sale.

"Oh, heck," Ketchy said, clearing her throat, flipping through the pages. "You'd need to be an athlete to get in some of these positions!"

"I thought your ankles could turn all the way around?" Adelaide said, batting her eyes.

"Well ... they can! I mean ... I didn't say I couldn't do these." A pause. "I bet I could." Another pause. "I know I could."

"Great! Then you'll show it to Kody when you get home?" Adelaide goaded.

Ketchy hesitated. "I, uh ... sure! Only, I don't know which one he'll choose first ... "

"I'm sure he'll pick one that'll rock your world."

"Or throw out my back," the squirrel muttered, not quite as confident as before.

"Speaking of which, this pile of books isn't getting any lighter."

Ketchy did a double-take. The stack was eye-level. "Where'd those all come from?"

"I've been working while you've been chittering."

"Mm." The squirrel grabbed half the stack and transferred it to a cart, pushing it toward the shelves. If there was a gold medal in restocking, she'd have several!

"These are some exercises I can get behind," Kody said approvingly, back in the present and flipping through pages. "And on top of. And beneath."

"I mean, sure, but ... like, I don't want you to get hurt," Ketchy replied nonchalantly. "A big, hunky rabbit like you is good for strength, but you're not very bendy."

"I wouldn't be the one bending," he replied smoothly.

Ketchy swallowed. "Right ... "

Kody stopped at a random page. "Hmm. This one looks good."

"Which one?"

"Backward tumble." The rabbit was already lifting his arms, taking his shirt off.

"Wait, that's it? There are dozens of positions in this book!" Ketchy snatched it back and turned to the table of contents. "Like all these!" She gestured at the list. "How can you choose that quickly? We gotta debate 'em."

"Why?" Kody asked, shirt on the carpet. Shorts joining them. He kicked them away, only in his boxer-briefs now. And they weren't leaving much to the imagination. He was already fully erect (because of course he was).

"I dunno," Ketchy mumbled, eyes distractedly drinking in her mate's buff, masculine figure. God, he was a dreamboat. His arms and legs looking like they were dipped in soot from the joints to his paws. The rest of him that solid, creamy white.

"Don't worry, we'll do 'em all eventually."

"All what? All the positions?"

"Hmm." Kody rubbed his chin. "I guess we could save a few for tomorrow."

"You're not--"

The squirrel barked as the rabbit pulled off her shirt then picked her up like she weighed nothing.

"Serious!" she eventually finished.

The ceiling and the floor inverted positions as Ketchy was turned upside down. Her head was now on the carpet next to the couch, legs almost straight in the air.

"I wanna see your tits bounce," Kody said simply, yanking off her bra. He then slid the squirrel's pants and panties up along her legs until they, too, were freed from her figure.

"What ... what was this position called again?" Ketchy asked, fully naked, pulse racing. Her cinnamon-sugar figure wriggled helplessly.

"Reverse tumble," the rabbit repeated, letting his boxer-briefs collect around his ankles. He kicked them away before dropping to his knees. He kept his mate's legs elevated, though, her foot-paws just above his head.

Ketchy would've gotten dizzy if she weren't a squirrel. Vertigo wasn't a problem with her. "Looks like_I'm_ the one doing the tumbling. What are you doing, exactly?"

The rabbit flashed her a boyish, bucktoothed grin, resting both of her legs against his shoulders and sandwiching his shaft between the lips of her silken sex. "Mmm." He started rubbing and grinding against her.

"Gotcha." Ketchy didn't require any further explanation. Her tail whisked about beside them.

Kody, ever impatient, segued from teasing to taking, using his paw to point his tip at her entrance. Once he was lined up, he thrusted. Not easily, either. He instantly went balls-deep.

"Unf!" Ketchy grunted from the floor.

"See? Already a great workout!" he told her, pulling back so he could do it again. And again. And again! Repeating the motion, rhythmically, the rabbit humped her from his knees.

"Y-yeah, it's ... working gangbusters ... " The squirrel's eyes rolled back. From this position and angle, his cock was getting some deep penetration. Wow! "Ah ... hah ... "

"Gang what?" Kody asked, confused by her old-timey verbiage. He remained focused on his task: humping her like an efficient machine, never missing a beat.

The librarian didn't bother explaining it. She didn't need Kody to be book smart. She just needed him to keep doing what he was doing. Like she'd told Addie earlier: they were opposites on almost all counts.

But physical chemistry?

They had that.

Ketchy grunted, the rabbit absolutely hammering her. "D ... d-don't stop!" she managed to say.

"Not gunna!" he promised, watching her breasts jiggle.

She chittered.

Kody's jaw went slack as her pussy clenched and squelched around him. His member glistened with her juices. "Ahh ... " His white balls became damp as they steadily smacked at her. "So ... oh, oh, s'gooood!"

Ketchy couldn't really 'move' her body while in this pitched back position. Kody dictated all the movements. But the way she felt? She was happy to surrender control. Except she tried to reach for her clit at one point and found she needed her arms down to support her neck ...

Kody saw and took care of it for her, a paw rubbing at her precious nub.

Such a gentleman!

She started to chitter, and the chitters turned to barks which turned to moans. By the end, she was crying out his name.

"Fuck! Kody!"

"Yeah, babe! Ahhh, yeahhhhh!" he moaned, slamming into depths and staying there. Slumping forward, his maw hung open as he came, cock pulsing and twitching, flooding her with his seed. His bobtail flicked with each ecstatic spurt.

Ketchy squealed!

The rabbit's brawny body in full view, she wanted to kiss him. But the position didn't allow for it. Nonetheless, she toppled into the pleasure-y abyss with him, her pussy fluttering, wracked by seismic spasms. Her tail flicked, whiskers wilting. Everything tingled.

"Oh! Yes, yesss ... "

In the minute afterward, as the noises died down and their breathing returned to normal, Kody pawed at her breasts and murmured, "I think we earned a gold medal with that performance, babe."

Chittering as her nipples were teased, Ketchy replied, "Nah ... that only netted us the silver."

"How come?" He blinked, wondering for a moment if he'd done something wrong.

She took one of her paws in his and met his blue-eyed gaze, gently assuring him, "There's always room for improvement ... right?"

"Oh. Heh." Kody winked playfully. "Riiight." He finally pulled out of her. Not bothered by the mess he'd left, he reached over to the coffee table for the Squirrel Sutra.

Ketchy lowered her legs to the floor and sat up. She twisted around and glanced at the TV. Still on those badminton highlights. Mixed doubles. A pair of bats against a pair of kangaroo rats. It was close, but the bats kept pulling ahead.

Seriously, what is_it with bats and badminton?_

Back to Kody, Ketchy thought about what she was getting herself into here. She'd had fun. No doubt! But shouldn't they stop right now? Be rested and raring to go in the morning? A good time still would've been had by all.

Rabbits had insatiable libidos. Kody could (and would) go all night if she let him. Why was she encouraging him! Why was she--

Orgasms.

Her whiskers twitched.

I mean ...

That's not the worst_reason?_

He's just so good at giving them!

As a couple, they both had the capacity for crazy streaks, both prone to being swept up and carried away by random impulses. Her due to overthinking and him due to not thinking enough.

We fuel each other's fire.

Ketchy weighed the final evidence.

Sometimes, you had to push your body in the spirit of competition!

It was a noble sacrifice she was willing to make.

I'm a hero, really.

If I'm wrecked in the morning, I'll just blame Addie. This is really her fault for giving me the book in the first place.

"Mm, I like this one," Kody said. "Oof, so hot. Damn. Yup, this one is next. Cross pawstand!" He tossed the book aside and crawled back to her.

"Wait ... " Ketchy chuffed and gulped, already being moved into the new position.

Cross-what-now?!