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"You did what?" Akira repeated, following Charlie through the grocery aisle. They were the only two in the place, which Akira owned.

"Yup! Ten out o' ten," the fox squirrel insisted. "Except it was hard to sleep after. I was so jazzed, and three people in a bed? Takes up all the space! Especially when one of 'em is havin' twins." She put a paw on her rounded belly. "Not to mention the body heat. Heh. I got up and took all the covers off. Don't remember it, but I guess I dumped them in the living room? Made Emmy cold. He woke up and had to bring 'em back. Cause I sleepwalk." A pause. "I think I told you that? Sleep-talk, too."

"I remember."

"Now, Queenie? She can sleep through anything! No wonder she always looks so good. She always gets her beauty rest!"

"Are you finished?" the short-clawed otter asked, quirking a brow.

Charlie, not answering, paused to check out the pistachios. "Mm! Unsalted, salted, honey ... " A gasp. "Siracha?!" She picked up a bag, tossing it into her basket. "Emmy doesn't like spicy, though," the squirrel said, of her mousey mate. "Hmm. Better get some plain ones for him. Pistachios are his favorite nut." Snickering, she looked over her shoulder and told her friend, "Last week he told me I was his favorite nut. Ha! Isn't that funny?" Reaching the end of the aisle, she turned into the next.

"Sure, sure," Akira muttered, shuffling after her, rudder-tail dragging on the floor. "Charlie! Go back to the beginning!" She took a deep breath, chirping, "You had _sex_with Seldovia?"

Charlie flashed a pussy-eating grin, her coppery, silver-spotted tail fluffing every which way. It looked especially bushy at the moment.

An albino/lavender skunk who owned the diner 'Queenie's' on the north end of Main Street, Seldovia had recently declared her intention to run for mayor. Akira served on the town council with her.

"Are you gonna do it again?" Akira pressed.

"Oh, I dunno. On account of me an' Emmy having kids soon. Or soon-ish. And her mayor thing." She quickly added, "Cause she's gonna win!"

"You think so?"

"Oh, yeah. Like ... she's so sultry and sophisticated!"

"Those qualities aren't usually associated with public office." She added, sarcastically, "Not that mayorship of a one thousand person town in the middle of nowhere is that hard to rise to. It's basically a part-time job."

"Well, she's got my vote!" the squirrel insisted.

"I'm still not sure who I'll vote for. Her or Rikki," Akira said, of the incumbent. "Isn't there a third option?"

"That beaver mechanic, Billie, said she was gonna run," Charlie recalled.

"Yeah, but she won't win. Question is: who will she siphon more votes from?"

"I dunno. But mmf! Think of how hot that'd be. To have a threesome when she's mayor? Maybe we could do it in town hall?"

"We hold town council meetings there, you know."

"Oh, don't worry, we'd do it when you were gone."

The otter made a face.

Charlie grabbed a bag of microwave popcorn and studied it. "I gave her an open invitation."

"What about Emerson?"

"He gave her his dick," the squirrel said obviously.

Akira rolled her eyes.

Charlie, putting the popcorn back, moved in front of the cookies. Gingers snaps, peanut butter. Vanilla wafers. Chewy chocolate chip? "What happened to the regular ones? I like my cookies to have crumbs. Are these new?"

"Squirrelly. You're killin' me here," Akira said, reaching around her for the regular chocolate chips. She handed her the package.

"Thanks!"

"Go back to the beginning ... "

"Of the store?"

"No, the story."

"Oh! It's been building for a while. We had Christmas dinner at her place, but this is the first time we went all the way. Well. First time for me." Emerson had 'known' her before. In the Biblical sense. The squirrel shuffled forward a bit. Just past the halfway point of her gestation, it was really showing now.

Interspecies pregnancies were very rare, but Emerson had somehow impregnated Charlie back in August. Not only that, but with twins! The doctor had insisted this was a once-in-a-lifetime occurrence. 'No one wins the lottery twice.'

The squirrel suddenly gasped. "Ohmygosh!" She quickly grabbed for one of the otter's webbed paws, pulling it to her belly. "Feel it! They're kicking ... "

"That's, uh ... neat? Does it hurt?"

"Nah, just flutters. Like you got butterflies." She released her friend's paw, a beaming bucktoothed smile on her face. "You should have a baby, too, Akira!"

"Ha, ha." Akira laughed. "Uh, thanks, but no. I'll settle for being a 'kooky aunt' to yours."

"Auntie Akira. Hmm. I like it!"

The otter added, "Besides, Roanoke doesn't have Emerson's 'super sperm'." Like Charlie, she was mated to a mouse. In her case, a Merle piebald. Tri-colored. Smoky-grey, gold, and dark brown. He worked as a teller in the town bank.

"How do you know?"

"We've been together four months, and we never use protection when I'm in heat. I'm not pregnant. And otters are mice are even more distantly related than squirrels and mice."

"I guess. But Emmy and I were together five months before he put buns in my oven!"

"Stuff like this doesn't happen to everyone, Charlie," Akira insisted, gesturing at her friend. "This is ... I mean, this is amazing."

The squirrel smiled happily, taking this as a compliment. She randomly hugged the otter.

Akira blinked before hugging her back.

"Let's get back to your exploits, though," Akira said, pulling back. "How was it? Was it ... like, who did what to who?"

"It's a long story!"

"Only cause you'll get sidetracked."

Charlie waved her paw as if that were ridiculous, and then went 'ooh' as she shuffled to the chip section. "You have so many choices!"

"Start at the beginning. I want to know everything," Akira insisted, pulling the squirrel away from the chips.

"Everything?" Charlie grinned, waggling a brow.

The rudder-tailed female nodded, holding up a 'one moment' paw. She ambled to the door and flipped the open sign to 'Closed! Be back soon!' Panting, she returned to the squirrel. "Yes. Everything," she repeated.

"Okay!" Charlie giggled. A deep breath! "Well! It was a ... "

Few days earlier.

A damp, chilly Friday morning in January, a bit above the seasonal norm with a cold front moving in by evening.

A light, lilting fog lingered above the fields and pastures of the once-green countryside, now much paler and browner, in the dormancy of winter. The naked, glistening branches of the trees made for scraggly silhouettes.

Amidst it all, in the kitchen of their cozy, colorful farmhouse, Charlie and Emerson sat down for breakfast. Toasted wheat bread topped with pistachio butter. Sliced oranges. Oat cereal with almond milk. Hot ginger tea. A very fitting meal for two rodents.

So wholesome.

"When are we gonna have that threesome?" Charlie blurted.

Emerson, holding a piece of toast, paused mid-nibble. "Um ... " Bread crumbs tumbled off the golden-furred harvest mouse's whiskers. "What?" he echoed.

"Well, we've been meaning to, haven't we?" the bronze-and-silver fox squirrel asked excitedly, sitting up straight. When she did, her growing belly became more prominent. The last ultrasound had revealed a boy and a girl, though it was too early to determine which parent they'd take after. They'd find that out next time!

"Have we?" Emerson echoed.

"Yes! With Queenie."

"Oh." His whiskers twitched. "I think you've been meaning to," he clarified, returning to his meal. He picked up a piece of fruit and opened the newspaper.

"Sports, eh? Mouse-o. What're the hockey scores?"

"Hockey?"

"Yeah."

"They don't cover that in here," Emerson said, flipping the section over.

"London Knights. That's my team!" the Canadian ex-pat declared, raising both arms in the air.

"Never heard of 'em."

"Wha? The Canadian Hockey League? The Memorial Cup?!" she said.

Emerson shook his head. "Hockey isn't a thing in Indiana. As you've noticed, we don't even get that much snow."

She scrunched her muzzle. "Can't even get a proper snowball war going in these parts ... how sad is that?"

"Since you've threatened to 'slush my ass'," Emerson recalled, "I guess I'm relieved."

"Ha! Don't think I'll forget."

Emerson smiled, returning to the paper.

"What sports do they cover in there?" Charlie wondered.

"I mean ... this is a rural tri-county paper. In Indiana." He clicked his tongue in thought. "Basketball and auto racing? And football," he added. "That's about it." He got back to reading about the off-season rumors surrounding the IndyCar circuit. He was a big motorsports fan.

"I want to know the hockey scores," she repeated.

"Check online."

"It's not the same. It's not as romantic as finding it in the paper," Charlie groused.

Emerson sighed.

A blink.

Wait a minute.

"Threesome?!" he exclaimed, getting back to the original topic.

"Oh, that! Yeah, I've been thinking: where's it gonna happen?" Charlie said. "Her place or ours? Or is it gonna be one of those spontaneous deals. Outdoors. Or in the barn." She huffed. "In the loft. Heck." She reached for Emmy's paper and fanned herself with it. "I'm so horny. All day long. Even more than usual!" The doctor had warned her about second-trimester hormones.

"We share a bed. You don't have to remind me," Emerson quipped.

When the mouse took his paper back, she grabbed for her tea.

Slurp!

She put it down.

Picked it up again.

Down.

Up!

Then cradled the mug with both paws, motor-boating her lips.

Squirrels were manically energetic. She was no exception. Being a good deal younger than the mouse (26 to his 35) certainly helped, as well.

"You've been in her bedroom, Emmy. How big is Queenie's bed? Can it fit the three of us? I'm worried ours can't. Is hers fancy? I bet it is. I bet her room smells like flowers. She always has the best perfume on. Or is it pheromones?" She lowered her voice, eyes widening, "Did she spray you with them?"

"Charlie!" The mouse blushed. "That was ... she and I ... " He lowered his voice, even though they were alone in their own kitchen. "That was years ago." Before he'd even met and mated Charlie. Four, five years ago? Which ... well, it actually wasn't _that_long in the grand scheme, really ... but, still.

"Mmh! That's so hot."

"What is?" He finally tossed the paper aside, accepting he wasn't going to be left alone long enough to read it.

"That you two were boinking before we met, but that you'd end up with me, and that we'd all be good friends and do each other? It's, like, how can you not believe in fate after that?"

"Compelling philosophical argument aside, firstly, no one says 'boinking'." The mouse cleared his throat and took a sip of tea, steam wafting from the mug.

"It's so fun to say, though. Even funner to do!" She crossed her arms. "Prove me wrong!"

"Is funner even a word? It doesn't sound like it should be ... "

"What was the second part? You said 'firstly' ... "

"Um ... I don't remember." The mouse exhaled, clearly flustered. "Do you think she'd be interested with your ... well ... state?"

"Last few times I was in the diner, she was majorly checking me out. She's _totally_into this." The squirrel gestured at her fertile body. "The whole package," Charlie promised. "I'm basically a fertility goddess, now!"

"Mm ... "

"Seriously, Emmy. She's running for mayor. I'm preggers. Like, what happens when she wins and I give birth? We'll all have our paws full! Or fuller than now, anyway. I mean, you and I will probably still screw each other's brains out, but her and us together? The window of opportunity is open right now, and we gotta climb through it!"

"How do you know she wants to?" Emerson asked, not denying his own interest. Like Charlie had said: he'd been with the skunk before. They'd had a brief fling and were still on friendly terms. She was technically his oldest friend, given they'd gone to high school together.

"Because! I've seen how she looks at me. And you. Remember when she helped us out at the farmer's market? She was practically flirting our pants off."

"She flirts with everyone."

"You don't gotta be nervous, Emmy. I'll be there with you."

"I'm not nervous," he defended, blowing out a breath. "Maybe a little ... I just ... "

"Mm?"

"It's been so long since I've been with someone besides you, I don't know ... I don't know if I can do it!"

"Aw! Worried she won't live up to me?" Charlie asked confidently.

He answered the loaded question with: "I feel lust for her, but you have all my love."

"Aww! Mouse-o ... I love you, too! C'mere. Gimme a kiss."

He deferred on the lip-lock, not wanting to stand up and go around the table. "I know, I know, but ... "

"Mm?"

"I don't know how to talk about this."

"You freakin' knocked me up, Emmy. Psh! You can tell me anything at this point."

"Well, if Seldovia ... like, if she wants to go all the way with me, what do I do? Is that okay with you?"

"Oh! Heck, yeah. You can screw her. I'll be watching the whole thing!" A pause. "Should I take pics, you think? Maybe a video." She nodded sagely. "Yeah. Then I can masturbate to it."

Emerson blushed hard. "What am I going to do to you during all this?"

"You got a prehensile tail. That's, like, having an extra cock."

His whiskers twitched. "Not really ... "

"Sure, it is! You can hump one of us and use your tail on the other."

"There's a difference between putting my penis in someone and putting my tail in someone," he insisted.

"For you maybe. Not for me," Charlie insisted.

Emerson opened his mouth to reply but didn't know what to say.

"As long as you make me cum! Which I probably will, cause I'll be making out with Queenie while you fuck us both. Don't feel guilty about it, though. I get to enjoy you all the time! If we're gonna share ourselves with her, we gotta give her everything."

Emerson shook his head at how crazy this plan was.

"You onboard, mouse-o? Checkered flag?"

"Green flag," he corrected. "Checkered means it's over."

"That's what I mean! It's a done deal. We're gonna make this happen." She grinned, urging, "Come gimme that kiss, now."

The harvest mouse got up and went to her chair, bending over to lock lips.

But the squirrel put a paw between his muzzle and hers.

Emerson blinked.

"Nope. Wrong lips," the squirrel said, a twinkle in her eye.

Ten minutes later.

Panting hard, Emerson lifted his head. Face-fur matted. Whiskers wet. He was on his knees on the kitchen floor, atop her discarded pants and panties. Her taste on his tongue.

"Ooh ... Emmy," Charlie moaned, her thighs still wide apart.

He rose to his shins, lifting her shirt, peppering her growing belly with soft, intimate kisses. "You liked that?"

"Ah, yes." Her paws went to the back of his head, pulling him against her curve. "Yes ... it was ... ohmygosh!"

He smiled. "You look beautiful. Your baby bump is driving me crazy," he admitted, pulling back to look up at her. Making eye contact.

"It is?"

"Mmhmm."

"What about my boobs?" she bragged, flashing them to him. "Think they're bigger? They're way more tender, for sure."

"Definitely bigger."

"More than Queenie's?"

"We'll have to do a comparison," he replied with a wink.

The squirrel beamed. Glowed, almost. "I'm so, so happy we're gonna have a family together! When I met you, and you weren't a squirrel, I loved you too much to care. I thought we could at least adopt someday, but ... mm. I'm so happy this miracle happened for us. That we're having our own."

He took her paw in his. "I'm happy, too." He kissed the back of that paw. "I'd never considered having kids, but you've made me change my mind. A real family. A real family farm. Together. You and me." He let that linger. "I just hope I can be as good a father as you'll be a mother."

"You will. I know it!" She happened to look down. All the way down. "Heh. You need to take care of that?" A smirk tugged at her lips. "Daddy?"

Emerson looked down at his erection. And then back up at her.

The mouse grunted, hilting in Charlie's sex. From behind. In the shower. Steam swirling around them both. His face contorted. "Ah ... ahh, ah," he went, tensing up, hugging her. And then a deep breath and a deeper sigh, his climax tapering off. "Mmm ... "

"I love the noises you make," Charlie mumbled, rubbing at her clit. She groaned, humping back at him. They were never finished until she said they were.

He squeaked!

"Oh, hah ... ha ... " The squirrel barked, shuddering, drooling. Her paws slapped at the wet wall-tiles. Her waterlogged tail, looking wiry instead of fluffy, whipped about. "I think I came three times in the last half-hour!"

Pulling out of her and guiding her under the showerhead, Emerson kissed at her neck. "You deserve it."

Charlie beamed, facing him, belly bumping to his. Arms around his neck. Warm water streaming down their bodies. "What do you have to do today?"

"Gotta start getting our taxes together. Documents, expenses, earnings, losses. Hoping we get a big refund ... we're gonna need it." A year ago, he'd been on his own. Finances hadn't been too big a concern, even in a profession as non-lucrative as farming. Now that he had Charlie and two kids on the way? They might need new revenue streams this year. Selling more stuff at the farmer's market, for instance.

"Boring!"

"Has to be done," he murmured.

"I think I need to be done," she insisted.

"I just did you!"

"That's true, isn't it? Hmm. Guess you've earned a break ... "

Emerson laughed.

The mouse and squirrel kissed.

"Mm ... " Pulling away, Emerson turned off the shower with his tail. His paws grabbed a towel, and they took turns drying each other off.

"I'm gonna head into town, stop at the post office," Charlie said. "Promised my folks I'd send them something." Leaving the bathroom first, her tail getting its 'fluff' back as it dried, she looked over her shoulder. "Maybe I'll bring back lunch from Queenie's?"

"Sure, I'll get my usual or--" He saw the look on her face. "Oh. That. Just try to be, um ... tactful?" Emerson said.

"What's that mean?"

"Don't just blurt it out."

"Blurt what out? That we wanna fuck her?"

"Yeah," Emerson said seriously. "Don't put it like that. She's too classy for lewdness."

"Hah, classy! She sure gets up to a lot of 'lewdness.' With you and half the town!" The skunk's reputation was quite widespread. And earned.

"That's behind closed doors."

"What's the difference?"

"Look. You gotta seduce her, or at least ... let yourself be seduced? She likes to play the game."

"Game?"

"Push and pull ... back and forth ... but she always comes out on top."

"Hot!"

Emerson smiled. The squirrel was so adorkable.

"I can be super seductive," Charlie promised, brimming with bravado.

Emerson drew a breath. "Mm." His mate was a lot of things, but 'seductive' was _not_one of them. You couldn't be 'adorkable' and 'bewitching' at the same time. No. It defied the laws of physics. "Well. Let me know how it goes. I'll give the house another cleaning, get everything ready if she says yes."

"You wanna do this tonight?" She waggled her brows. "'Ello, 'ello, 'ello!"

"Charlie!" The mouse stifled a laugh. "Her diner is closed on the weekends," Emerson reasoned, clearing his throat. His ears were blushing. "It's Friday. If we do it tonight, she can stay over ... "

"Oh! Ohhhh ... heh, right." The squirrel winked and pointed at Emmy. "You're such a practical thinker!"

"Thanks?"

"Don't worry," she said, scampering to the bedroom for a change of clothes. "I got this."

Charlie swung by the post office first.

A hundred-year-old building, it was plainly functional in design but brought to life with colorful new signage and a freshly paved parking lot, as well as some handsome landscaping (all thanks to some strings 'pulled' by the mayor).

Walking up the steps and into the lobby, a woolen hat between her ears and a heavy winter coat on, the outgoing fox squirrel approached the service window. She smiled at the blue-eyed, neon bat behind it.

Persis.

Many in town called her a 'jack-o-bat' because of her 'Halloween colors' (bright orange and inky black), but she was actually a 'painted bat.'

Persis stood to attention, putting a book down. "Can I help you?" she asked.

"It's me! Charlie," the squirrel said.

"I know. Um ... hi, Charlie."

"Hi! Soo ... what ya readin'?"

"Nothing important," the bat insisted shyly.

"Those are usually the best things!" Charlie insisted.

Persis smiled, sighing and relenting, showing the squirrel the cover of her book. "There. See? Nothing in the literary canon."

"Ooh. 'Winging It: A Belfry Bats Tale.' That's a TV show, right?"

"Was. Yeah. Back in the day. But it's still one of the only bat-centric mainstream shows! So, there's a fondness for it. Books have kept the story going." She paused awkwardly, seeing the squirrel was waiting for more. "They're, uh ... going to reboot it, I hear? For one of those streaming services."

"Nice!"

The bat, under a constant spotlight in this small, rural town because of her bold, unique looks, tended to be on the shy side. Self-conscious by default. Though she was slowly coming out of that shell. Partly due to her torrid 'relationship' with the town's current mayor, Rikki, a charismatic, colorful Malabar squirrel who drew even more eyeballs.

Charlie wondered how the bat really felt about him? Like Queenie, Rikki had a 'reputation.' But he wasn't as sensual as the skunk. He was far more brazen. But he was so handsome it was hard to hold it against him!

"You want to send something, right?" Persis finally said. "Cause I don't have anything for you that needs a signature release ... " Her ocean-blue eyes darted around to be sure.

"Yeah, no, just mailing stuff to my folks." Charlie placed a jumbo-sized padded, yellow envelope on the counter. "Mostly baby-related stuff."

"International shipping," the bat murmured, checking the address. "I didn't know you were from Canada! Huh."

"Yup! Parents want me to come back home and give birth there so the twins'll be Canadian citizens. I keep telling 'em they already will! I am, so they'll be. It's, like, inherited, eh? Well, they'll have dual citizenship, cause Emmy is American."

"Right." Persis dutifully moved the box onto a scale. "Two point three pounds." She tapped at a keyboard. "M'kay, how fast do you want it to get there?"

"No hurry."

"Standard," Persis stated with a nod. "Do you want it insured?"

"Nah, it's nothing valuable."

"M'kay," she said again.

"I don't see you around town very much," Charlie noted, putting a paw on her belly as she felt a kick.

"I'm here most of the time."

"I know, but when you're not ... " Charlie's eyes lit up. "You should go to the movies with Akira and me!"

"The ... otter? Who owns the grocery store?"

"Yeah, we're best buds. We sometimes go to the theater over in Circleville. And we go out to eat after. Ha! It's fun. Girls' night. Come with us!"

Persis looked up. "Me? One of the girls?"

"Yeah! You are, aren't you?" The squirrel gave the bat a curious look over, then insisted, "Even if you're not, no biggie!"

"I'm a girl, yeah," Persis insisted shyly.

"Then you'll go with us?"

"Um. I guess?" The bat hugged herself with her black-and-orange wing-arms, which made it look like she was shrouded in a blanket.

Charlie had to stifle a squeal at the cuteness.

"What movie are you gonna see?" Persis pressed.

"Hmm. Dunno! Depends on what they're showing. Sometimes, good stuff. Sometimes, bad. But if it's bad, we can at least make fun of it. Gimme your number and I'll text you later!"

Persis, unfolding her wings, grabbed a pen and scribbled her phone number on a business card. With no fingers, she expertly gripped the pen with big, hook-like thumbs. When finished, she slid the card to Charlie.

"Thanks! You're so cool."

"Heh ... I don't know about that." Persis smiled and blushed beneath her fur.

"You look like a badass. A sweet one! And you're the mayor's main squeeze?" Charlie added. "You're basically the first lady of the town!"

The bat chittered with mirth. "I don't think Rikki views me as his 'first lady.' Maybe second or third or ... " She trailed off, eyes darting, realizing she was getting a little too into the weeds. A deep breath. "That'll be four dollars fifty cents. For the, uh ... the stamp. For the shipping on the package."

Charlie handed the bat a ten-dollar bill.

"Out of ten," Persis said, inputting the numbers into the cash register. The till kicked open and she gave the squirrel her change.

"But you're his campaign manager, right? The mayor's?" Charlie continued.

"It's an honorary title. I'm not getting paid for it."

"Not in money, eh?" the squirrel added with a nudge-nudge, wink-wink.

Persis giggled, blushing hot beneath her fur. "Uh ... I ... I really shouldn't say."

"I got ya," the squirrel said with a knowing nod. "Don't worry! I won't tell the Feds."

The transaction complete, Persis smiled. "Thanks."

"Do you love him?" Charlie asked.

The bat opened her muzzle. And shut it. Caught off-guard by the question.

She finally said, "A politician loves prospective voters more than anything else. Like gold. Or money in the bank. Some is never enough. You always want more. _Need_more. Whether you 'love' helping them, serving them ... or just getting attention and 'things' from them? Long story short: Rikki's mated to the public right now." A quick pause. "I knew that going in."

"Maybe that'll change after the next election."

"Maybe ... but it's okay. Really!"

"Let's still call you First Lady of Arcadia, though! You're the closest thing to it, and it makes you sound like royalty."

Persis chittered.

"Anyways! Sorry to tie you up. Speaking of royalty, I gotta go to Queenie's now." The squirrel turned for the door, tail swishing. "I'll text you about the movie!"

The bell atop the clear glass door jingled as it opened.

"Hey, Charlie," the albino/lavender skunk said, perched behind the diner's cash register. A juke box was playing (or, rather, a radio that looked like a juke box) and patrons were conversing in the window booths, eating curly fries and veggie burgers. There were maybe a dozen other people in the joint, aside from the skunk and squirrel.

"Hi, Queenie!" Charlie scampered toward her, tail flicking with enthusiasm. "What ya doin'?" she asked.

The skunk, in the gap between new customers and subsequent food orders, was seated on a stool. Wearing a frilly, flowery skirt that rode up her thighs, and a plain tank top that let her breasts just ... mm ...

Charlie blinked, trying to avoid becoming entranced.

"Crossword puzzle," Seldovia was saying, of her reading material.

"Ooh! I love those. Gimme one!"

"Alright." The skunk said. "10 across: six letters. Clue: in a hot tub."

"Boners."

"Ha! No, that's ... no, that's not gonna fit."

Charlie resisted a 'that's what she said!' Emmy had wanted her to be ... suave? Smooth? Seductive! That's right. "Are there any hints?"

"Well, hold on, ten down ... wow, ten down starts with a B! Barron." The skunk quirked a brow. "But I doubt the Arcadia Herald would be so crude, right? Hmm. Let's see ... there's a T in it." She scribbled with her pencil. "Ah! Got it. Bather."

"Bather?"

"I agree. Your answer's more accurate," Seldovia said with a wink. She put the crossword aside and picked up an order pad. "Now." She licked the tip of her pencil, placing the pad on her lap. "What'll it be? To go, right?" She looked out the window, where the squirrel's truck was parked. "The usual? One for you, one for Emmy? Any milkshakes today?"

"Yup-yup-yup!" She looked the skunk over again. Huff! "Don't you get a little ... cold? Rocking that getup," Charlie wondered, of her revealing outfit.

"I mean, I live upstairs," Seldovia reasoned. "Work downstairs. I don't _have_to go outside at all today. Not unless I need supplies, and ... I'm all good on that front."

"Don't you have to get the mail?"

"They bring it in for me," the skunk said.

"Maybe you'd like to go outside later?" Charlie posed, finding an opening.

The skunk quirked a brow. "What for?"

Charlie put both paws on her belly, making sure the skunk got a good view of it. "Like. Okay, hear me out. So, maybe you wanna come to me and Emmy's house for dinner? And maybe dessert, too? No pressure! Just, y'know, three consenting adults hangin' out and maybe keeping really warm and stuff. And getting' to know each other real close-like. Together."

Seldovia grinned, catching the drift. "It's rather short notice." Always the one in control, she stood up and planted her paws on the countertop, leaning forward.

Charlie stared at her breasts. "Mm?"

"What's for dessert?"

"Oh. Yup! Lots of it."

"Heh. No, I didn't ask if there was any. I asked what it's gonna be? I suppose that's my call?"

"Um ... " Emmy mentioned Seldovia liked being in control. "Yes! Everyone knows you make the tastiest pastries around," the squirrel said. "Emmy and I stopped at Circleville Sweets one time after the farmer's market over there. Had nothin' on yours."

"After some of my pie?"

Charlie wondered if that was a euphemism for something? She decided it was. "Uh-huh."

"Emmy's favorite is 'cherry,' Seldovia said, showing her fangs. "What's yours?"

"Apple. Also, pumpkin." The squirrel counted on her fingers. "And I like that new one of yours. Sugar cream!" she added.

Seldovia nodded, green eyes sparkling with amusement. "It's been the state pie for a long time. Not exactly new."

"It tastes new when you make it."

"I can't bring four pies for three people, can I? Don't you think one would suffice?"

"We could always freeze them for later!"

"How 'bout," Seldovia said, lowering her voice. To a rather husky tone. "I bring you ... and Emmy ... a sugar cream pie? I made an extra one for the diner today, and I don't think it's going to get used up."

"Sounds good to me!"

The skunk waited, raising a brow.

"Mm?" Charlie went.

"Anything else I should know? Like what time to be there?"

"Oh. Uh ... when does the diner close, again?"

"Five."

"Then we'll start at six! Do you need directions?"

"I know the way. Right next to your aunt and uncle's, yeah? Emmy's has the blue siding, yellow shutters? I've been to their summer shindigs lots o' times. How they doing, by the way?"

"Oh, they're fine. They always like the winter. Less farmwork than the warm seasons. They're gettin' older and can relax." When they eventually retired, Charlie was going to inherit their property. Which would be great for her and Emmy's income! But that was still years away. "Me, I get restless! I want to toss straw bales around! Only, I guess I shouldn't in my condition."

"I wouldn't."

"That's how Emmy and I first hooked up, y'know! Baling straw. After we were done, and--"

"They'll probably be a big help when your pups are born," Seldovia said, wresting back control of the conversation. "Your aunt and uncle?"

"Auntie and uncle, yeah. For sure. They could never have kids of their own, and they're within walking distance. They're almost as excited as me."

The skunk smirked. "I can't imagine anyone being as excitable as you."

"Aw!"

Her eyes drifted across the squirrel's growing curves, showing a clear appreciation of them. "Is it 'kits'? Or 'pups'? For squirrels?"

"Heh, well ... this is a special case, since me and Emmy are different species. Depends on if they are more mouse or squirrel. Don't know yet! We'll find out next time we see the doc. Mouse babies are pups. Squirrel babies ... now, there's some controversy there."

"Oh?"

"I think it depends on what type of squirrel you are. Red, grey, fox, giant. Some use 'pups.' Now, us foxes go with kits."

"Are they kicking yet?"

"Yup! You wanna put your paw on my belly?"

"Tempting." The skunk paused. "Maybe I'll wait 'til our little soiree, tonight."

"Maybe you can feel more than my belly," the squirrel said, unable to help herself.

"That a promise, cutie?"

"Cutie!" Charlie giggled.

A bell dinged.

Seldovia looked up. One of the booths needed service. Dessert, most likely. "I'll get your and Emmy's usual orders on the grill when I'm done with them. Be ready in ten-fifteen minutes? That okay?"

"Thanks! Yeah, sure, I'll just have a seat while I wait." She smiled and couldn't help but add, "You smell good!"

"Thanks." The skunk winked and sauntered to the other customers, white-and-purple striped tail swishing daintily this way and that.

Charlie found a nearby chair, took out her phone, and texted one word to Emmy: "Jackpot!"

Later that evening, after dark.

It was overcast, blocking out a full moon, and snow flurries dusted the flat, rural landscape.

The three friends were in the kitchen, seated at the round, wooden table, lit by overhead incandescent lights. The kitchen faucet was steadily dripping to prevent the pipes from freezing and bursting. From the living room, a wood pellet stove could be heard, motor humming, fan churning out hot air that warmed the entire house.

"I'm glad you could join us for supper," Emerson told Seldovia, poking at his quinoa and vegetable medley. He was hungry, but thinking about being with the skunk again? Even having a meal with her? Made him all nerves. "I, uh ... I know you're busy."

Charlie giggled, replying before Seldovia could. "Hah, supper!" The fox squirrel noisily chomped into an apple.

"Huh?" Emerson blinked, looking to his mate.

"You called it supper." She wiped a paw across her muzzle as she chewed.

"So?"

"Dinner, eh?" Charlie corrected, taking another bite. Chew-chew-chew. "Supper's casual. Like, when it's just you an' me? But we got company over! Makes it dinner." She snerked and swallowed. "This isn't Saskatoon!"

Emerson thought about that for a second, then scrunched his muzzle. "What?"

Seldovia, sensing some tension (no doubt sexual; she had that effect on people!) interjected by saying, "Whatever you call it, I'm happy to be here. Your home is so darling." She took a sip of water. "Almost as much as the two of you."

"Aw!" Charlie went.

"Thanks," Emerson mumbled shyly.

"I hope you'll like the cream pie I brought for dessert," the skunk said, digging into a bowl of salad.

"Mmf," Charlie went, finishing her apple. "He loves it. Don't you, Emmy?"

Emerson's ears visibly reddened. He qualified, "I like all of Seldovia's pies."

"I was telling Queenie this afternoon that hers taste the best!"

Seldovia grinned, silverware clinking against her dishes. "She was flattering me to high heaven."

Charlie said, "Can't help it. You've got, like ... mm ... whatchamacallit." Her tail fluffed. "'Va-voom'!"

"Albinos_are_ very rare," the skunk reasoned.

Charlie ogled her. "Is the purple natural? Or do you dye your fur?"

"A girl has to keep some secrets," the skunk answered coyly, giving Emerson a look.

Charlie replied, "He's quiet as a mouse. Ha! He won't kiss and tell ... well, except he told me everything you two did."

"Everything, huh?" the skunk repeated, amused by the contradiction of Charlie's guarantee.

"Oh, yeah. He still remembers all the details. You made a big impression!"

"Not as big as the one he makes," the skunk replied with a wink.

The mouse cleared his throat, nibbling on a celery stick. Was steam coming out of his ears? Was he going to faint? It sure felt like it.

"He's always been a gentle-fur." Seldovia ran a finger along the rim of her plate. "But, honestly, I don't mind when people kiss and tell."

"Does it get you off?" Charlie asked, eyes widening. "Is that your kink?"

Seldovia shrugged, leaning back in her chair. She folded her paws behind her head. "There's enough rumors about me floating about. Can't stop 'em now, so ... what's another one? Just adds to my mystique."

"Wow. That's such a good attitude! Screw 'em." The squirrel added, "Literally!"

"That depends, doesn't it?" the skunk insisted, eyes glinting. Her paws returned to the tabletop. "I don't have private dinners with everyone who asks."

"Why, uh ... why'd you accept?" Emerson asked.

"I like you." She looked to Charlie. "Both of you."

"We like you, too!"

Seldovia smiled. "You're sincere. Genuine. It's sweet, really. Not everyone is like that. A lot of people put on airs. Including myself, sometimes." A pause. "Well. More than sometimes. But you? You two can be taken at face value. You're guileless, almost innocent." She directed that remark to Emerson. "That's a special quality. A bit of a turn on for me ... "

Emerson's blue eyes met the green of Seldovia's.

"I admit I worried about you," she told the mouse. Then, to Charlie, "I've known him longer than anyone in town. We're the same age." She looked back at Emmy. "You still mean a lot to me." Again, to Charlie, "We had our time together, and it was fun. But I'm not 'mate-ship material' by any definition."

"What? Psh! You're a total catch," Charlie swore.

"Mm. No. I'm far too independent," Seldovia insisted, taking another drink. "I get restless when I'm tied down." She licked her lips. "But you two? I was a little surprised when you two first mated," Seldovia continued. "Emmy had always been so private and withdrawn. Who could possibly change that? Then I met you, and it all made sense."

Charlie titled her head.

"You, squirrelly, are a force of nature. Young, irrepressible. Exactly what Emmy needs. Someone who can draw him out of his shell with affirming sunshine. We're both demanding in our own ways, but your ... wide-eyed enthusiasm? It's rejuvenating. Relatable. Me, I'm more worldly. More calculated. Perhaps more cynical? I'd exhaust any partner I was permanently tied to."

"Gosh!" Charlie replied, putting her paws on her cheeks. "Oh, wait. So, like ... you're saying you're like a succubus? Cause that's hot."

Seldovia laughed. "And then came ... well." She gestured at Charlie's bulging belly. "I don't know if I ever properly congratulated you. On your odds-defying--" She picked up a strawberry. And bit into it in the most sensual way possible. "Achievement."

"Hmmff." Charlie gripped the edge of the table, horniness amplifying. Her bushy tail tremored and twitched.

Emerson answered for his mate, saying, "Thank you. We got really lucky."

"Ha, _yeah_we did!" Charlie said, raising a paw to high-give Emmy.

He hesitated before meekly obliging.

Seldovia giggled. "Gonna give me a sugar rush, here. Mmm." She licked her lips and stretched, their eyes glued to her movements. The skunk knew it, too. She grinned, green eyes sparkling. "All this back-and-forth flattery, though! Isn't it making you heady?" A pause. "I think I need to lay down for a while."

"What about dessert?" Emerson asked.

The skunk picked up another strawberry. Licked it. And took a slow, luscious bite. "I_never_ skip dessert."

Charlie inhaled, feeling strangely high. Was that normal with skunks? Queenie smelled even better than she did at the diner this afternoon!

Emerson sighed, also sniffing the air.

They were in the bedroom, now. Naked. Clothes on the floor. A bedside lamp for illumination (which created bold, dramatic shadows).

"Such sweeties," the skunk purred, on her knees in the middle of their bed as if she owned it, luring them toward her with a swish of her tail purple/white-striped tail. This stirred her unusually strong pheromones all around.

Emerson, nose tingling, whiskers stiff, crawled onto the mattress.

"Been a while since I've had a mouse," she told him, scratching his chin. "Nice and thick, mm?" She grabbed at his erection and squeezed, wagging her thumb across the tip.

He squeaked, eyes rolling back.

Charlie, impulsive as always, insisted, "I wanna eat you out! And then you can eat _me_out. And then you can suck on my tits while Emmy does his stuff." She hopped onto the bed, bouncing the whole thing.

"Heh. Let's not get ahead of ourselves," the skunk said, In charge. In her element. "We'll see how this goes, okay?"

Charlie nodded eagerly, suddenly going for Seldovia's face.

The skunk yipped, releasing Emmy.

Emerson joined his mate, coming at his ex-lover from the other side.

The two rodents were soon sucking, kissing, and nibbling at her. Impatient and hungry.

"Heh. Ha! That ... that tickles! Alright, we're gonna ... " The skunk gently pried them off her. "I think we might need a gameplan, after all." Exhaling deeply, the skunk laid back, head sinking into a pillow, arms sliding up the headboard. She arched her naked body, hips lifting, tail whooshing. Her thighs remained together, concealing her sex from them, teasing them.

But they knew it was there.

And they both wanted it.

"Mmf." Lowering flat to the sheets, Seldovia folded her paws on her belly. "How about ... mm, Charlie, you ride my muzzle. I dine on you," she said, politely, "while Emmy gets on his knees between my legs. You two facing each other. And you can lean in and, y'know, do whatever."

"He can grope my boobs!" Charlie suggested.

"That, too."

"I still wanna eat you out!" the squirrel said, her enthusiasm at a constant spike.

"I'm getting to that," Seldovia said patiently. "You said you liked the taste of my cream pie? When Emmy's finished ... if you're into that?"

"Heck," the squirrel huffed. "And while I'm munching on you, he can do me from behind! You can get it up twice, right, Emmy?"

"Um ... "

"Don't worry! He has before," Charlie bragged.

"I've no doubt," the skunk said slyly, from experience. "Before we start, I want to feel your belly ... you told me I could? Earlier?" A huff. "Never been with ... mmh, a pregnant girl before ... " She shivered with arousal.

"Feel away!" Charlie said, straddling the skunk's hips. Seldovia put her lavender paws on that curvy baby bump. Rubbing it all around, up and down, sensually.

"Mm ... you like this?" the skunk asked.

Charlie responded by making a 'churring' noise, a very squirrel-centric sound. She then grabbed for Seldovia's breasts, massaging them, cupping them. Circling her digits around those hard nipples.

Seldovia purred.

Not like a feline purr.

No.

A distinctly skunk purr.

Emerson swallowed as he watched (and listened to) this, putting a paw on his mate's back. And then giving the other paw to the skunk, who held it. The mouse leaned in and nuzzled Charlie's shoulder, kissing his way up to her neck.

"Ah," Charlie panted, tail furling around the mouse's back. She turned her head to meet Emmy straight-on. He tilted and twisted into a lip-smacking kiss.

"Mmm," the skunk growled, fondling Charlie's belly in an almost possessive way as Charlie began to grind their hips together.

The trio's activities became a hot, hurried blur, the skunk's 'gameplan' threatening to dissolve entirely.

They toppled, suddenly horizontal and writhing on the sheets, paws all over, rubbing.

Grabbing.

Groping.

Huffs and squeaks!

It was Seldovia (armed with literal decades of experience) who regained composure enough to get them back on track. Pointing, murmuring. Given directions that were thinly veiled commands.

Charlie, thighs parting, lowered her pregnant pussy onto the skunk's pretty face. Facing the length of the her white-and-lavender body. "Not smotherin' you, am I?" Charlie asked, lifting back up to let the skunk reply.

"I'll tug on your tail if you are," she promised.

Charlie lowered back down. How rough should she get? Should she grind down against her a little? "Hah! Your nose is tickling my ... ohhhhh!"

Emerson looked to his mate, eyes raising.

"She's got a ... ah. Good tongue," Charlie managed, head tossing back as the skunk not only began to eat her out. She was devouring her. With gusto.

Emerson would've forgotten all about his role in this and just watched them ...

Until Seldovia's tail furled around his neck.

Like a scarf.

A 'reminding' scarf.

"Right," Emerson mumbled, nodding. He swallowed and cleared his throat. As he'd indicated this morning, hehadn't had sex with anyone but Charlie in years ... could he really do this? Even though Charlie was okay with it? He began to tense up.

"Gah! Ah!" Charlie cried, hunching forward. "Catch me, Emmy!"

Emerson secured his mate before she fell flat onto the skunk, whose paws were now sliding up the squirrel's back and sides, claws raking through her fur, scratching. Tongue slurping and swirling between her labia, dipping in and out of her pussy, grazing her clit with increasing frequency.

"What're you waitin' for?" Charlie asked. "Do her! Make her cum before me. Show her how awesome you are!"

The mouse, ragingly erect, aimed his tip toward the skunk's pink, pouting pussy.

"That's it ... ah, that's it!"

Emerson wasn't sure whether Charlie was talking to Seldovia or him. Or both?

But when Seldovia's tail brushed his nose, he shivered.

His self-consciousness evaporated.

Without further thought, he penetrated the skunk. An immediate hilt.

It was like when you first jumped into a swimming pool? Those first few seconds? How your mind reeled as it adapted to what the body was feeling?

Yeah.

It was like that.

Only a thousand times better.

"Yesss," Seldovia moaned, pushing Charlie's hips upward so she could speak. Her muzzle was sopping wet, and she was out of breath. "Good ... good boy, m-mousey. Keep going!"

Encouraged, Emerson started to thrust.

The skunk purred some more.

The vibrations from the happy noises vibrated Charlie's clit.

The squirrel barked, grabbing at Emmy. She reeled in his tail with one paw, the other going around his neck, pulling him closer.

They kissed.

Charlie's pussy was already in spasms, the squirrel brought to orgasm first. But she was hardly satisfied, even after Seldovia guided the squirrel off her face. More so she could breathe than anything. The skunk's breasts heaved with air.

Breaking the kiss with Emerson, Charlie looked down at those white-furred boobs and just ... goosed them. One in each paw.

Grab. Grab.

Squeeze!

Emerson, still on his knees, hooked his arm around Seldovia's legs, bringing them around his hips as he thrusted faster, faster. Harder! He was already tingling. He wasn't going to last much longer. She felt every bit as good as she had half-a-decade ago.

"Ah ... oh, mousey, yes ... yes!"

"Emmy!" Charlie begged, flopping on her side next to the skunk. "Fuck me with your tail."

The harvest mouse quickly obliged, his prehensile tail, a ropy, fur-less appendage, fleshy-pink, zipped to his mate's loins. Seldovia, still on her back, turned her head, and the two females looked into each other's eyes. Then kissed. Many times. Impromptu and passionate.

Emerson's tail wriggled into Charlie's sex, the tip poking all around. He eased it in, deeper than his cock could go, and pulled back. Then started to jackhammer it into her.

"Ahh, heck! Ah!" the squirrel cried, reaching past her big belly and rubbing at her clit. Furiously. Pawing at herself, suckling on Seldovia's lower lip.

The skunk purred!

The squirrel murred!

Emerson squeaked!

The mouse broke, melting, succumbing to the skunk's feminine allure, her everything. He felt the twitches, then outright jerks. His cock jumping and spurting. Eyes rolled back. He gasped! "Ohh ... oh!"

Hearing Emerson moan like that, and knowing it was cause he was filling Queenie, set Charlie off again. She had another orgasm, unleashing a guttural barrage of squirrel sounds.

How Seldovia had outlasted them both, and by this long? They didn't know. Amazingly, she had, and probably could've lasted longer, but she let herself succumb to the moment. She let herself go. Her pussy clenched, rippling around the mouse's cock.

The skunk's enjoyment was evident, and then some. She was louder than both of them combined! Moaning, crying, cursing.

Emerson whimpered.

Head tossing and turning, Seldovia's eyes rolled back. Her tongue peeked out, vocals waning. "Mmf!" she went. "Mm ... mmm ... " Her breasts swelled and then sank with a sharp exhale. "Ah ... "

Charlie nuzzled the skunk. "Holy heck! That was better than I imaged it would be. And I have a good imagination!"

"Heh ... thanks, squirrelly. You were a real treat." Looking to the mouse, Seldovia asked, "You gonna make it, Emmy?"

"Huh? Uh ... y-yeah. I ... maybe? I think so." The dumfounded mouse was almost in shock that he'd actually cum inside her. At Charlie's urging! "I ... I need to lay down ... "

"C'mere," Charlie said, reaching for her mate.

Emerson pulled out of the skunk (who rolled onto her side, facing Charlie) and laid between the two females, who hugged on him, making him the mousey middle of a three-person sandwich.

They nuzzled for a minute, cuddling closely, nosing and murmuring unintelligibly.

Charlie with a big, goofy grin on her face.

Emmy was dazed.

Seldovia wore a lidded, carnal expression, showing her fangs. And casually licking them.

Then Charlie asked, "So! What do we do now? Should we take a shower together? I mean, we gotta, right! You're spending the night, Queenie? Please! Only, I should warn you I do things in my sleep."

"And people," Emerson confirmed, having been on the receiving end of her nocturnal exploits. "She's impossible to wake up."

"Squirrels used to hibernate in winter, y'know. In primal times."

"I guess I'll have to keep one eye open, then," was Seldovia's light response.

"Don't worry, Emmy will sleep between us as a buffer." A pause. The squirrel blinked. "Hey! I never got to eat you out!" Charlie exclaimed.

"Mm. Gotta save something for later, don't we? Let's just soak this in a little longer," Seldovia suggested, "then we'll get cleaned up. And, afterward, we'll have some real pie."

"Then we did it again in the shower," Charlie told Akira, back in the present. "And again this morning."

"Wow," the otter said, flushed beneath her red-and-cream fur.

"Yup! And she cooked us breakfast. Nude!" Charlie waved a paw in front of her friend's face. "Heh. You okay?"

"Mm? Yeah." Akira cleared her throat. "Just need some water." She went to the cooler and grabbed a water bottle.

"I thought you weren't attracted to Queenie," the squirrel teased.

"Doesn't mean I don't get turned on by a hot story! Straight people can be into threesomes."

"Really?"

"I think so."

"Hope you don't mind me inviting Persis to our outings," Charlie said, pushing her cart to the checkout counter.

"It's okay." Akira followed her, unlocking the door, flipping the 'closed' sign to 'open' and then getting behind the cash register. "She seems nice."

"Mmhmm. She is!" A pause. "That should be my new motto."

"What should?" Akira asked, scanning Charlie's items.

"The more the merrier!"

"The more what, exactly?" the otter asked.

"The more of whatever, or _who_ever, makes me merry," the squirrel replied, opening her already-scanned package of chocolate chip cookies. "That includes sweets!"

"Every day is Christmas for you, isn't it? I wish I had it all figured out like that," the otter ribbed, unable to hide her smile.

"You'll get there one day," Charlie promised, swallowing and wiping the crumbs off her whiskers, and paying Akira. She then took her grocery bags. "See ya!"

Akira waved goodbye to her friend.

When the squirrel was gone, the otter laughed. Then huffed. She took out her cellphone and texted her mate, Roanoke: "hey mousey hurry home tonight."

Wink emoji.

Eggplant.

Peach.

Otter tail.

Firework.

Bed.

Flame.

The more might be the merrier, but Akira figured that was enough to get the message across. No, she probably wouldn't ever find herself in a threesome like Charlie, but it wasn't really the otter's style.

A _two_some?

Now, _that_she could get behind.

And on top of and beneath and--