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Miles and Camila sat on the floor, legs crossed, fingers flexing and curling at breakneck speed as they negotiated the hostile terrain on their living room TV screen.

"I'll lead, Butt! Get behind me." Camila stuck her tongue out and switched to an automatic rifle.

"No way." Miles broke formation and went his own separate way. "You suck at going in first, C. You cost us the last few games. You cover for me."

Camila scowled as they approached the enemy compound. "Ugh. Fine! At least get us some snacks. I'll keep going. You can pause your session."

"Nope," said Miles, getting up and tossing the controller onto the couch behind them. "We both gotta pause. I gotta pee first and then I'll make us some beef sandwiches."

"No mayo in mine," said Camila, cradling her controller between her legs and scooting up to the settee. "And use the wholegrain loaf for me, will ya?" She leaned back, using her tail as a cushion, and began fiddling with her phone. "The one with the seeds."

"Yes, Ms. Camila," said Miles.

"Hey!" Before Camila could respond, he'd already disappeared beyond the first-floor landing. She shook her head. "Oh, you're toast, Butt." A few seconds passed. Camila scrolled through some skeptic forums and shook her head at one of the usual culprits--ghost hunting TV shows. Camila squeezed her legs together to keep the controller in place.

Your just in denial and you cant handle the fact that ghosts really do exist, said one person with a blank forum profile picture.

Camila pursed her lips and began typing.

I guess you're missing your apostrophe key, she wrote. Because that's not how--

Her phone flew out of her hand. Blood rushed to her face. The controller in her lap vibrated one more time. This time, she couldn't hold in the gasp. The TEST VIBRATION option was highlighted on the pause menu--she must have absentmindedly nudged the thumb joystick with her thigh.

Buzzz.

Camila clamped her hand over her muzzle. That is intense, she thought, biting her lip. And through denim, too.

Buzzz.

She glanced up behind her. No sign of the dog. She figured she'd hear him flush. Should be just enough time for a quickie. Camila grabbed the controller and clicked through to the CONTINUOUS VIBRATION option. She smirked, feeling the intense thrumming against her white palms. She cooed in pleasure when she pressed the rounded tip of the grip against her clit. Camila steadied her breathing. Can't make too much noise. Relax.

For the next minute, Camila sat there, legs crossed, tip of her tail twitching as if probing the air for some invisible substance. Her toes curled hard. A rocking orgasm was on its way. She held her breath, waiting for the waves of pleasure to wash over her.

A padding of footsteps coming down the stairs cruelly broke her out of her reverie. "Sorry. That was a lotta Mountain Dew," said Miles, phone in hand, glancing at the skunk as he headed to the kitchen. "Sandwich time. I'll be sure to add tons of mayo to your white bread sandwich, C."

She shuddered in frustration and anger as Miles' tail disappeared behind the kitchen door. OK, let's try this again. Plates clattered. It'll take him centuries to whip up those two sandwiches. She gripped the controller tight and put it back on her pleasure center. She smiled wide as the tingling built again.

This time it only took half a minute. Camila shivered and bit her lip. Oh, fuck! Almost! I'm cum--

"C!"

Camila yelped and yanked the controller off her pussy. "What do you want, Butt?" she asked, trying to hide the warble in her voice. Sheesh, I hope he didn't see me.

"Silverside or top rump?" He held up the two platters of deli style roast beef.

She exhaled to let the wave of exasperation pass. "Just use top rump. Whatever, I don't care."

The dog disappeared once again into the kitchen, and, again, Camila got to work. "Almost like you're doing it on purpose," she muttered, head tipped back, heat building between her legs. A moan escaped her, and she had to clamp her muzzle shut with her free paw--Miles had forced her to edge herself, so an unusually strong release was right around the bend. Oh, screw you, Miles! I don't care if the whole fucking neighborhood sees me! Her grip tightened around the jittering controller. I'm gonna fucking cum!

With Miles busy behind the open fridge preparing their sandwiches, Camila climaxed. She shuddered in ecstasy, tugging at her shirt, making her throbbing nipples pulse against the cotton. She bit her lip and pushed the controller into her crotch, riding out the last pleasurable throbs of orgasm with sexy hip thrusts. Camila sighed in relief and laid her head back, pinning her tail to the couch.

Miles came out with two plates. "What's up with you?" he asked, noticing Camila's shit-eating grin.

"Nothing much, Butt," said Camila. The smirk came out whether she wanted it to or not.

Miles shrugged. "You are one weird skunk, C."

The two continued playing for a few minutes, every now and then chomping down on a sandwich. "By the way," said Miles as they ambushed a sniper, "remind me to wipe down your controller with those alcohol swabs. Don't want your pussy juice all over it."

Camila, who had started taking a bite of her sandwich, stopped playing and looked at Miles, bread and beef hanging out of her mouth. YOU DIED was plastered all over her half of the screen.

"You think I didn't notice? Forget the Ghost Buster 666 motion detector we ordered a week ago?" Miles motioned to a corner of the living room--a camera stood ready, and its red light blinked incessantly. The dog took his phone out. "I saw a live feed while I was taking a piss. Kitchen too."

"Wait, what?" asked Camila after gulping down the piece of her snack. "Did you walk down the stairs when you did just to mess with me?"

Miles looked away. "Maaaaaaybe."

"And when you asked me what cut I wanted?"

Miles grinned. "C, we only have regular old deli beef. I have no clue what cut it is."

"What the fuck?" She socked him in the shoulder "Butt, that is so mean! I haven't had fun in days," she said, raising her voice, and immediately turned red when she realized what she'd just said.

"I just wanted to know what the weird noises were, C," he said, rubbing where Camila'd punched him. "And there you were, slutting it up with the house's video game console."

Camila crossed her arms and pouted. "Jerk."

"Tell you what. Wanna get even? Try and beat my kill count. I dare you!" Miles picked up his controller. Within a few seconds, he'd managed to mow down an entire platoon of the enemy, their polygonal arms flailing under the three-round bursts of his M16.

"Oh, you are on, Butt," said Camila, with a sly grin. "Watch a pro handle things."

"I'd tell you to get off your high horse, but methinks you've already, uh, gotten off. Haha--Ow, hey!"