Ferretone
He knew ferrets could be tricky, but he had no idea how Dew had gotten out of his cage. Couldn't possibly escape, the shop had said. The tension was too strong, the bolt too far out of the cage. Cinna was still in their hammock though, the one his two pets both shared, feigning sleep and playing innocent like the ringleader he was. Though his eyes were closed he wasn't moving, which is how their owner knew he was awake really. But did Cinna know he knew? That was the question, indeed.
Popping open the bolts, he opened the cage and looked in, giving his soft brown Cinna a nice stroke. Dew was a dark eyed white, hence the name. He was the troublemaker and the lackey; he'd come out when he was good and ready. They had plans, these two, but in the meantime they were cute and they seemed to enjoy his company well enough.
Cinna lifted his little head, shaking and looking up suddenly. Then, disturbed, he nipped on his human's wayward fingers and turning over in the hammock. It swung with a gentle sway, his tail bobbing and dripping out over the side. Yeah, he could be a darling when he wanted to be, and luckily he seemed to want to be quite a lot. Don't worry, said that gaze, all's well with me. No problems and no trouble, and definitely no sneaky plots. Dew, on the other hand...
There he was, up on the high shelf where his human kept all the things he bought for the pair. Nestled among food and fluff and sweet treats he was, poking his nose where it didn't belong and chittering every once in a while, like he was giggling. Look at me and my good fortune, he was saying; I'm up here and you are not!
As true as that was, it didn't help him, and he shrank away from the disapproving look before the urge of curiosity took him further and he plodded on, little clattering of claws on wood shelf. Dew's target was the same it had always been, the most interesting thing up here because it leaked; their bottle of ferretone, mostly full. Little whiskers bumped it before Dew began to lick it clean, stealing the free drops and waggling his rear in a most taunting way. Obligingly, his owner lifted a hand up to grab him. Dew jumped forwards out of the way of the hand, and peeked out from behind the bottle.
As interactions between these two went, this was fairly normal. Less so was the white ferret pushing the bottle off, and as the man shouted his surprise Dew hopped on after it. The top wasn't just leaky this time but properly loose, and with flying mustelid help it landed right in his mouth. Wide eyed, suddenly choking, he scrambled and fell backwards against the cage. He drank ferretone whether he wanted to or not, slippy and oily and ever so slightly warm. Dew bounced about and kept hold of it, purposefully, knowingly, dodging his owner's vague attempts to unsettle either him or the bottle.
Cinna looked on, quietly, and if he knew anything he certainly wasn't in the mood to share.
He felt strange then, such feelings vying for attention with his current troubles. So quickly it spread, a tough and certain pressure all around him. It was terrifying and marvellous all at once, a confused ambivalence that made his nose itch. He crumpled then, like a spring might; squeezed and tightened and pressed all at once, he withdrew deep into his clothes. Shrinking and falling, down and down, he fell forever without moving. The shelf grew higher, the bottle grew bigger, and so too did Dew and his cheerful hoppiness. The man's feet left the floor, his head disappearing into his shirt as the rest of his clothes fell to the ground. The bottle came free eventually, and Dew let it drop, it bouncing and rolling off the cage top.
The more he shrank, the more he started to change otherwise, too. Scrabbling in the darkness of his own shirt he felt itchy, as fur crept up around his body and his ears. The world was silent for a few moments until new ones popped up in a more proper place atop his head. Scratching and forcing the shirt became easier for smaller and more powerful legs and arms, fingernails growing forwards to be like claws. His head and neck swelled, as his body thinned down, nice and lithe. He became aware of Dew nearby, nuzzling and nudging, pushing him along the top of the cage. Hands felt clumsy and wrong as he tried to push back. Their noses brushed and he briefly saw Dew through the material, a creature at least as big as he with shiny and excited eyes.
Then everything fell again, as the dark-eyed white had just pushed him inside the cage, and he fell ungracefully onto the hammock and the second of his furry duo. Cinna responded to this, pouncing and rolling with his sudden new bunkmate.
Dew hopped in after, swinging on the cage and closing it behind them. At least now his 'new friend' could see; he saw the cinnamon lying on him giving him a good nose-over, and he saw Dew getting his bearings and snuggling on closer in the nice, cosy hammock. And he also saw sable fur, very traditional ferret patterns and markings. But they belonged to him, arms and legs on his fuzzy little body. His cute rounded head was like the others, with little circle face-markings and twitchy little ears. A nice tail bobbed on the end of his rear, and that seemed like miles away. The new ferret sniffed the air, and a confused realisation hit him.
His attempts at speech went nowhere, as his feral mouth and throat wouldn't produce anything like words and out came a number of noises he'd heard before. The other two ferrets chittered to one another, approvingly. The sable looked up at the bars that now kept him in here as well, though of course it was only him they could prevent from escaping. Cinna and Dew probably knew its secret, and many other secrets besides. Together they stood and drew near, red eyes and black eyes, their noses running up his long belly, making him shiver.
Scents filled his nose then, briefly consuming his thoughts; the sweat of his shirt that lay on the cage, the pet-shop aroma that rolled around in the cage, his own scent and that of the two ferrets as they nudged and probed and made themselves aware of their number three. And then a wet smell, as Cinna began to lick at messy new fur, patting it down. Dew followed suit around his head and his ears. The sable was on edge, jumpy, his muscles tense and his mood quite subdued. Why was he in here? What was this about, and what were they going to do with him? Shivery nervousness had his fur all frazzled, and it was this that Cinna was working on, slowly and meticulously. Just making him sleeker, shinier, and somewhat calmer. It was almost nice, he had to admit.
Okay, it was more than nice. He enjoyed the company of his ferrets but that was one thing; being wrapped up in them, their bodies against and around his, fur mingling as their tongues explored - that was something else. Moreover, it was an entire world of difference. The little flecks of ferretone were teased out of his fur too, only a slight incentive for Cinna and Dew really.
Oh god, he failed to murmur. He did try, and on each of his chirps and chitters the two of them responded. Nerves gave way to a shivery jumpiness that made him wiggle and quiver, paws clinging to each of them, finding fur to draw purchase from; holding on, nuzzling in. The hot moisture hung on the air, and clung to his fur, and he licked back at the top of Cinna's head. Dew nipped his ears, chirping and nudging possessively, but Cinna gave a soft high whine and slinked against the pair, up until he was level with the pair of bobbing ferret heads. Sable and cinnamon and white, there they were, and noses nuzzled all by themselves. It felt right and proper.
Except there was something important about this situation. And for the life of him, Sable couldn't remember what it was. What had he just been doing? Well, if he couldn't remember it might not have actually been that important at all.
It certainly wasn't a priority over continuing to give Cinna some attention, and his licks resumed. The brown squeaked and rolled forward lazily, before leaning up to actually give Sable a kiss. Tongue-tied and sudden, it made his matted fur prick up a bit more - among other things. With noses and muzzles locked they began to chirp together as well, and Dew curled around the two. This was a bit more intimate than he'd expected them to get, imagine that! His Cinna and their converted human, mmm. Still quite buzzed from his part in today he felt inspired to act, just to let everyone know the score.
The white pinned the others with wide paws and clingy claws, and then he let himself go, raising his rear and his feral member along with. A stream of pee sprinkled down on the two, making Cinna squeak and the sable shiver and look up. Sudden warmth, trickling through his nice fur, warm and tickly and squishy. Dew gave them a good long watering, and though his brown companion rolled aside and shook off, Sable was smaller and less accustomed to himself, unable to get free. Slick and icky, Dew bobbed his tush up and down, painting their new friend with his urine all over, from tail to belly, and even a bit on his face and nose, making him sneeze and rub tainted snout on tainted fur - which didn't really help. The black whined and covered his face with smelly paws, Dew giggle-chirping as Cinna looked on.
It wasn't clear whether he approved of this, not at first. The soft brown fur twitched, his ears were raised, but he seemed to be contemplating something. It didn't last long, and then when Dew was dripping little beads Cinna took over where he left off, spraying both of them with his own pee with a bounce and a stretch. Both of them, but especially Sable, whose thoughts were wandering in the miasma of strong scent and encouraging instincts. There was a strange haze in his mind, made of smell and sensation and desire. He was meant to be different, a beacon of presence and thought amongst these animals he shared his life with, but they were drawing him in. His past was already becoming hard to keep hold of, but so too was his self, and he whimpered and whined as he was soaked and belittled at the behest of his former pets.
Just for a single moment he did lose it, giving in to his mixed feelings. Wild eyed and assertive, the dripping ferret looked down at the yellow that stained his patches of white. He felt bloated and jumpy and all this sprinkling of liquid was making him feel needy too. So, Sable just went, streaming his piss into the air and waggling about in relief, covering ferrets and cage and hammock and mostly himself. So much pee bound them in mixed smells, drifting through the air, his fur a sodden mess and the others not so far behind. Dew teetered and almost fell off trying to evade the stream, before Sable peed in his mouth - whereupon he did fall off, squeaking and curling up; ow! A dominant grin came over him, before reason kicked back in and told him what he'd just done. It was embarrassing and he whined and moved about, little puddles of yellow slopping and dripping around the cage as he rolled side to side.
Cinna shook about, nose sniffing the air as he displayed his usual nonchalance; he didn't look impressed at all. Dew shook about, sending a nice spray of pee back into the air, to which the cinnamon ferret held a paw in front of his face. He gave Sable the sort of look he'd never seen before, menacing and amused all at once, showing his true colours as he threw himself at the soaked, dark ferret, claws and teeth and everything. The two of them tussled and rolled together in the hammock, Dew still down below trying to see where best to join in what looked like a very fun game indeed. But the black ferret wasn't finding it that fun; he wasn't used to this sort of rough-housing, his flails and squeaks testament to that. Another snap of his fading human composure and he lunged forwards, grabbing Cinna's ear and chewing on it hard, drawing blood as the two mustelids rolled around one another in the hammock. Cinna squealed, and then Dew was on hand instantly, the bigger white separating the two and pausing in the middle.
He and Cinna gave Sable a look, watching as he licked his lips and tasted the metallic tang. Oops, he'd have said if he could. Just an accident, a victim of change whose mind isn't always all there - worryingly, but truthfully. The past was a series of whispers but he never remembered seeing the brown hurt before, messy red dribbling from the chewed ear. It wasn't much, but it was enough, and the cinnamon fluff was back to his passive, unamused self.
Dew had missed most of this, slinking along and licking the bloody ear, but it was clear to him what needed to happen. He hopped across to the sable and forced him down into the folds of the hammock. Those white hind paws kicked back and then dug into the other ferret, deeply, raking backwards and leaving unhappy pools of red as Sable screamed and shook frantically about, tail bobbing. The urge was to flee, but he couldn't; Dew was too big, and so he bled instead. Frenetic hind paws tried to grab onto anything and succeeded in clawing deep grooves into his lovely white ferret - whereupon Dew did it again, only this time the squeal wasn't quite as tense. He just felt ill, and scared, lowering his head and closing his eyes. Cinna had sneaked up on him, his teeth burying themselves in the wounded one's ear. Relentless squeals of complaint didn't seem to be having any effect, blood dribbling and mingling with pee-soaked fur, wet and wetter. Taking his punishment, keeping as low as possible. He was sorry before, and he was definitely more so now.
Suddenly Cinna's face was up against his, staring deep as the sable watched back, woozily. The brown nose nuzzled at his, and he seemed satisfied of the lesson. The bigger white left alone too, beginning to lick the wounds he'd made as if nothing had happened. Sable began to chitter, the effect of pleasure following pain was weathering his senses; it felt so raw and so close, a bit more than he could handle right then. Whining, flailing of paws, the pee- and blood-soaked ferret squirmed weakly beneath the licks. Was it bad? Was it good? He wasn't quite sure any more, and eagerly he cried at his two ex-pets - he was almost theirs now, so far removed from his position, fallen into the cage and into their ferrety ways.
And they knew it too. Dew lifted his tush and straddled their victim, tail rolling back as he sprayed musk all over that soft, dark belly. Their noses were rather accustomed to the growing cornucopia of smell, from pee to blood to saliva, but this one was strong and deep and it made Sable bury his nose under his paws and whine. It was so raw and rich, flicking the switches on all his instincts, and then the cinnamon joined in too with his own special brand of musk. Their victim tried to get away again, but quick paws and pouncing kept him pressed against the swinging hammock - which itself was pretty damp and stained now. They rolled and mingled some more, all looking quite untidy and besodden from their moist wrestling.
Finally the sable was rolled onto his back, and the white and brown sat on him together; Cinna and Dew, a right pair they made. Getting their scent glands all up in his face, they sprayed again, right on his muzzle and face. It was like a hot iron to the nose, and warmth drifted up into his body and over into his mind. It was too much, and everywhere he looked his mind kept echoing with instinct; ferrets! Ferrets are about! They own that hammock, and this cage, and those paws of his, and all the rest of him too. His body smelled like someone else's, overpowering and deep, making him shake and shiver and twitch. That was it, his mind abandoning the fight to keep hold; a soft glaze over his eyes as feral pressures began to stretch and work him over, and he squeaked loudly and struggled to free himself once more.
He got his tush free in the end, swinging back over and suddenly filling both his assailants with musk as well. The white Dew folded instantly, coughing and rubbing his nose, and then Cinna was quite easily overthrown, pinned under the rank, drippy ferret. He squealed - this felt different suddenly, worryingly; his nice plaything seemed to have changed again, looking up and trying to nip at the swinging tail just in front of his snout. Sable unceremoniously swished it out of the way, before he voided himself all over the other mustelid's face. Unpleasant mounds of dung covered his nose and ears, and when he cried out in surprise some even landed in his mouth.
Sable looked happy with himself, as Cinna yelped and threw him off, spitting and wiping himself off with paws, ejecting the foul stuff back over its source. Black jumped back on brown and the two wrestled simply, covering the soft fuzz with a much deeper and smellier shade of brown, rubbing it through his fur. Dew didn't want any part of this at first, but found himself falling into the ferret-pile - giving him sickly brown patches. It didn't help when Cinna tried to get his own back, but his reticence meant Sable had easy time to drag Dew into the way, ignoring cries of complaint and rather enjoying how messy this was all becoming. Brown was the colour, and it was getting everywhere - soon he'd have to concentrate to tell who was Cinna and who was Dew!
Eventually they got the better of him again, and the black lay under the mucky pair. It didn't really matter to him who was most dominant ferret in this cage, but he cuddled in and enjoyed the warmth, with its mix of scents of every kind. Dew had been rankled but he dooked softly, grinding his fuzzy belly against Sable's rear and holding in close as Cinna did the same against his snout. All the energy had made the ferret triad all frisky, with the scent of warmth and arousal filtering among all the others; a true palette of feral aromas.
The hammock was getting sticky, clinging to the fur as the three rocked and humped together, Sable accepting the situation and opening his mouth to curl his tongue around the sweet weasely bit. The cinnamon relaxed a bit more now, his claws tugging and pulling through soaked and mucky fur, long having abandoned the idea of trying to keep clean. His wounds were closing now too, dry blood gumming things up together; and Dew forced his way into the tight new ferrety rear with a push and a hop. This put his snout next to Cinna's, and the two nuzzled as well, stiff motions pushing and pulsing into their mischievous little playmate.
Dew rocked back and forth, setting the tempo and squeaking every so often when something felt particularly good. And it felt good often; all the mess made them all so slick, fur pushed together as they glided across one another. He had played around with Cinna many a time but they'd never had a set-up quite like this before - and the newness of it all made his heart beat faster. He was almost ready to pop, to fill his cute second partner with yet more squishy goo - when Cinna slinked along them both, nipping his ear and pulling him back, warm sweat bathing them all. Dew growled at the interruption; what was this about? Sable didn't know either, panting and rocking on the hammock, waving paws and teasing his captors with croons and dooks; come back!
Which they did, since Cinna had an idea he wished to try out. The black found himself lifted up as the brown slipped under him, nipping at his chin, keeping him held with paws as he slipped down and lifted his rear, warmly and deeply aroused. Dew lay on top and surrounded him from the other side, doing the same; the two then tried to push together into Sable's inviting rear at the same time. Muzzles and teeth bit into fur, Cinna and Dew taking both his chin and his scruff, nuzzling and churling and making him cry out yet again as they forced both their slick shafts into a place just about suited for one.
The sable gagged on his own panting, the warmth so much greater all around him now. With Cinna underneath him he grinded most pleasurably and closed his eyes, screwing them up real tight; back to being a plaything again, though this was so much nicer than a lot of that other abuse. The stretch was tough and occasionally painful but the senses it stirred inside made up for that; mingling scents that rolled off them so he could barely tell who was who any more, and barely even care other than the obvious - his ferrets. His friends, although for the past while he had wondered if that was still the case.
Faster and faster, deeper and deeper they pushed; deeper they wanted to push, fighting the sable wiggles and clawing to keep hold, bouncing and squeezing in their little weasely sandwich. Dew came first, still overjoyed with everything; squirting white hot semen far and deep inside - Cinna hot on his heels, shooting squishy liquid to mix with his. It leaked, adding yet another silly mess to the whole set of silly messes, little streams of viscous goo falling down his rear - onto Cinna, who was curled tight and far too stuck in the moment to notice such things.
Lovely squelchy feelings surrounded Sable then too, his own climax still ahead of him. Dew wanted to stay in, but he rolled aside and let Cinna slick his way out. The brown's messy little whiskery nose began to clean and tease at his ferret, his ex-owner, his definitely worthy addition to the cage. With a fluttering tongue he teased up and down an already tall and eager length, drawing out the moment, taking his time and making Sable shudder and shiver and wave paws uselessly at the air. His hind legs clung around Cinna suddenly then, pulling and making his brown friend squeep as his cock found a home there. Humps and wriggles held against muffled gurgles of pleasure, as Sable bounced and Cinna took his lot, closing his eyes and sending his little paws in for plenty of kneads and scritches.
The climax came quicker than he thought, and the brown ferret didn't catch it all - sudden surprise made him cough and splutter, only adding to the mess and making Dew giggle accusingly. Sable didn't notice, his mind deeply lost to the sensations that stole him, forcing his back and forth bobbings and sending yet more cum where that first lot came from. Cinna slurped and held on tighter this time, drinking and swallowing nicely, like the good ferret he could be. Not that their new friend didn't deserve it after the extremely rowdy hazing today had brought. With chirpy dooks and a dreamy happy look on his face, Sable spilled his last and then Cinna leaned off, licking him clean - most unlike the rest of his sodden, sticky self.
Cleaning then, that would be a long adventure for another time. The trio of tired ferrets were most certainly out of energy, and sleep claimed them safely into its hold, icky or otherwise. Although Cinna took longer to fall to dreams than the other two, stuck in wonder about what their next owner would be like - and about how he'd need a bigger cage...