A Trip to the Pet Store
#2 of Don't try this at home
It was still dark in the room when Trevor awoke, light from the street lamps shining throu...
It was still dark in the room when Trevor awoke, light from the street lamps shining through the window. He still lay where he was after his little brother Marcus and he made love the previous night. His joints also told him he needed to move around, so he got up and stretched out, finding that even though his brother's cock had softened up in the night and slipped out of the his rear, Marc was hard again.
He smiled and held back a chuckle as he viewed the sleeping kin that took his virginity earlier. He touched his stomach and naked rear, running his paws across the dried bunny seed that matted his fur. The events of last night started to flow through his brain and he remembered his brother jerking off in front of him, kissing him, letting him know that he already lost his virginity...
"Hey wait," Trevor thought aloud "When did that happen?"
At that moment he noticed his brother stir and wake up, stretching his arms above his head. Marc opened his eyes and looked around the dark room, eventually sighting his brother's silhouette. "Morning bro," he groaned, rubbing his eyes. "What time is it?"
Trever checked the clock, "It's almost five." It was pretty early for them, but Trevor figured he and his brother would need to take their showers before their foster mother Dorry tame to wake them up. He still felt a little awkward about having sex, and he didn't want her to know. He still wanted to talk to Marc though. "Hey bro. About last night...you said you did that before. How did you know all that stuff?"
Mark only moaned a reply, "It's so early Trev." He wanted to dodge the question because he didn't think Trevor would ask him about it. It just seemed like the right thing to say at the time last night. His older brother wasn't satisfied with Marc's answer.
"Why didn't you tell me?" He saw his little brother turn over in bed and turn the lamp on, facing him with his eyes squinted. He didn't say anything, so Trevor knelt beside the bed, an expression of innocent curiosity on his face. "You can tell me bro. I'm not going to tell anyone else."
Marc turned away. "I don't wanna say" he said curtly. He was embarrassed to talk about it, but Trevor's stare urged him on. "Alright! Alright. I'll tell you," he relented, "but only if we can play more after, ok?" Trevor nodded, only realizing what he agreed to a moment after he made his choice.
"Well you know that iguana I got a while ago?"
Three months ago was Marc's birthday, and he went by himself to a pet shop just down the road from their house with the money Dorry give him. He had never been to this place before, but he was amazed to see the various animals in the front of the shop. Puppies were dancing around in straw laden wooden boxes and meeting the strange rabbit with playful yips and tail wags. In another corner cats and kittens brushed up against the sides of their cages and mewed while hamsters, Guinna pigs, and gerbils were scurrying about. All the action begged for Marc's attention, but none so much as a lamp lit terrarium where lay a big dark green iguana.
He walked over for a better look and thought it was really cool just sitting there on its smooth rock as if it was just too damn awesome to have to make noise and run around for attention. While he beheld the scaled creature, an orange and black striped tiger anthro wearing glasses stepped behind the bunny.
"Afternoon son. Are you interested in this one?" He started in a cheerful neighborly voice, "He's great, and he can manage pretty good with a little care."
Marc turned around and smiled to the tiger excitedly, "Yeah, he's totally cool. How much is he?"
The tiger rubbed his chin and thought, "Well I'm sorry to say I won't let him go without all his things. He's really partial to them you know, so it'll cost a bunch"
Marc thought about what a bunch could mean. "Would fifty be enough?" he hoped, reaching in his pocket for the fifty dollar note.
This wasn't close to what the tiger thought it was worth, but he got an idea, looking the bunny boy over. He knelt down next to Marc and put his paw on his shoulder. "You know, I would let you take him home for free if you help me with something. It's nothing hard and it would only take a little bit. How's that sound?"
Marc's ears perked up at the sound of such a great deal, "Really? Sure mister." The tiger grinned at his enthusiasm and took him gently by the paw.
"Thanks. Name's Robin by the way," He said as they both walked to the back of the store where there stood another tiger around the age of fourteen by the looks of him. "This is my son Mitch. Mitch, you can feed the animals while you can sweep the back rooms kid. Doesn't sound hard, does it?" Robin smiled, patting both of them on the shoulder.
Marc was happy to see that the younger tiger gladly accepted his help as Mitch put his paw forward, "Hey thanks. What's your name?" he asked with a grin that showed the tips of his feline teeth. Marc noticed this along with his other facial features. The fur on the sides of his face was long and pointed out slightly like pinches of curved feathers, and his ears had stuck up more than his father's ears did and carried the fur trait of a lynx. Marc also couldn't help but stare into the wild green feline eyes which stood out marvelously against his orange and black fur. He was handsome, and moments passed before Marc realized he was staring blankly.
The rabbit recovered gracefully though as he reached for Mitch's paw, "My name's Marcus, but everyone calls me Marc." The tiger boy smiled and beckoned him to a door at the back of the room.
"Nice to meet you Marc. Come here and I'll show you where the broom is." Marc followed Mitch to a walk in closet with a small walkway and shelves on either side of them. Mitch handed the bunny a broom and told him where to sweep while he piled bags of various foods in his arms, and Marc was amazed to watch the tiger stack up an incredible amount and weight of food before doing his duties.
'I''m glad I just have to sweep,' Marc thought as he cleaned the floors of the back rooms, eyes passing over normal looking pet shop items like collars, leashes, muzzles, more collars, harnesses, chains, neck cones, and even more collars. He entered a room though that had strange rubber and plastic toys in various sizes and shapes, and he noticed Mitch in the doorway looking at him with a grin on his face.
The rabbit's face flushed through his white fur, "Sorry, I was just looking. What are these anyway? Chew toys?"
The tiger giggled, "I got a few of those for my dog and he really likes them," he mentions with a seductive smile. "I think you might like these things, but I just came to say the dustpan is in the closet."
"Oh," said Marc, realizing he forgot it, about time he needed one too as he gathered the small bit of dust and fur from the last room he had to clean. He set the broom down and went back to the closet and saw the dust pan sitting on a pallet full of dog food the width of the walkway. He stood close and reached for the pan, bending over to grab it when he heard the door close and a heavy furry paw pushed down on his shoulder blade which forced him against the dog food bags.
Marc tried to push himself back up in vain as another paw came to rest on the small of his back. Both of the paws seemed huge and carried on them the smell of pet food which told him right away that it was Mitch pinning him down. He turned his head nervously to see the tiger boy grinning almost madly as he moved his paw from Marc's lower back and unzipped a canvas bag that sat on the shelf. "Mitch? What are you doing?" he asked, struggling more against the older male's dominance.
Mitch only stepped closer, his pelvis touching the bunny's rump while the tent pole in the tiger's pants poked into the back of Marc's scrotum. This by itself made the rabbit quiver in nervous fear, the feeling intensifying when Mitch pulled a dog's leash and collar from the canvas back and slipped the ends around Marc's neck. It wasn't until the collar ends came together and tightened around his neck that Mitch said anything. He gave a soft backward pull on the leash and grinned, looking down at the poor confused rabbit. "You're going to be a good boy, understand?"
Marc didn't know what he was talking about. He wasn't a dog, so why was Mitch doing this. How did a free iguana warrant getting into a situation like this? Things got even worse for him though as Mitch reached a paw around to Marc's front, undoing his belt and pants, tugging them off his body along with his underwear. He let out a surprised yell, but a swift pull of the leash stopped the noise and made the little bunny's eyes water, "Let me go! What are you do-ahh-," the leash jerked back again harder than before. Several times Marc's cries were brought to a halt until he couldn't even see strait, and he eventually lay there silently hoping the jerking would stop.
Mitch's paw stroked the bunny's back now, purring and chuckling, "I told you you're going to be a good boy." The humiliating tone of the remark barely registered with Marc as the tiger boy undid his own pants and let them fall to the floor, making his stiff member spring up and slap the bottom of the bunny's sac. Reaching his paw around, Mitch cupped both his cock and Marc's sheath, and while the feline rubbed himself along the bunny's privates, Marc made a whimper as his sheath began to swell.
"There you go," the cat praised him, taking notice to the rabbit member slowly peeking from it's home, "Just lay there and enjoy yourself my little bunny pet." Marc spoke up indignantly at being called a pet only to receive a strangling yank from the leash. He lay still again, and in spite of his fear, the bunny's cock continued to swell to full length under the attentions of the tiger.
'Don't fight,' he thought to himself, avoiding any more painful tugs. A moan issued from the feline's throat, and Marc felt a small amount of fluid ooze from the cat's cock and run over his own, causing him to whine with a strange pleasure. He liked the feeling, and in spite of himself, he started bucking his rear back, much to the Tiger's liking.
"mmm, good slut. God you're so hot I better take you now before I cum all over your stomach." Marc fought the urge to speak up again and looked back to see his rapist searched through the items in the canvas bag again. He wondered what else Mitch kept in there as the tiger boy pulled out a black bottle with the word "Eros" on the label. Any thoughts of struggling free at that point were pushed out of the bunny's mind as the cat leaned more if his weight to the unrelenting paw on Marc's back. Though Mitch was sure the rabbit was pinned, he decided not to chance his escape as he carefully unscrewed the cap on the bottle and lined the tip of his throbbing cock to his prey's virgin hole, turning the bottle upside down to generously squirt lube over both parts. Marc shivered when he felt the cool lube drizzle over his pucker, turned on even more by the wetness and moaning.
Even Mitch was a little shocked at Marc's pleasure, and with an even wider grin, he set the bottle down, grabbed the cub's hips, and pushed his tip past his ring and slowly slid into the bunny's warmth. Marc cried out loudly this time, but instead of yanking on his collar, Mitch added to the noise, leaning over to lick the side of his face.
"Does it hurt to feel my fat cock inside your tight ass? Are you - or should I say 'were you' a virgin?" Marc looked back at the tiger through teary eyes and a confused expression on his face, and Mitch finally realized just how inexperienced the rabbit was and immediately hilted the cub in passion. "Oh my god, you're so new at this you don't even know what I'm talking about, do you?"
Marc's face flushed and ears drooped back more, whining and churring at the same time, "It hurts."
The tiger boy mewed and slid back out, driving his meat harder into his pet's backside. "I bet it does cause you're so tight. You're really enjoying it though," he noticed, running a paw down to touch the smaller male's hard cock, making him gasp and moan, a warm pleasure running up the cub. Mitch pulled out again and thrust inside forcefully this time, keeping his new play thing under his control. "mmm, this is gonna be more fun than I thought," the tiger licked his lips and rammed his cock into his hot passage, picking up a steady rhythm. Marc noticed the pain slowly fade away and churred loudly, suddenly enjoying the older male fucking him. Mitch leaned down so his chest was rubbing against the bunny's back, and picked up the bottle of lube again, squeezing some out on his paw pads, making them slick. Setting the bottle down again, the feline wrapped a paw around Marc's waist, wrapping around the bunny cock, and another paw around his chest to slide along his furless nipples. The bunny cub moaned louder than ever, his paws gripping tightly to the bags of dog food.
An almost epic sensation built in the rabbit's loins as Mitch's thrusts picked up in speed and power. The tiger stroked faster over Marc as he leaned his head close, "I'm gonna...gonna...grr", and without warning the feline clamped his teeth into the nape of the poor bunny's neck, holding him still as Mitch sprayed thick jets of his warm cum strait into Marc.
Closing his eyes, Marc quivered and moaned loudly in ecstasy, hitting his very first orgasm. "Oh my god! Oh my-" his cock twitched and Mitch moved his paw to the bun's tip, catching the younger male's load. The tiger caught more rabbit seed than he thought he would and maintained his wide toothy grin when Marc finished and lay still.
Mitch brought his paw, coated with jizz, to his muzzle and tasted the mess, having released the bunny from the mating bite. The tiger leaned back, this time without holding the cub down, and Marc looked back, watching his cat rapist sample the sticky white strands. "What is that stuff?" the bunny asked with a confused expression, "Does it taste good?"
Mitch purred hopefully and presented his semi-clean paw to the bunny's mouth, "Try for yourself," and Marc analyzed the stuff, sniffing it questioningly before reaching the tip of his tounge out to try a bit. The cat purred more, stroking encouragingly along Marc's back, watching his partner timidly discover his own flavor.
'This stuff tastes great' the bunny thought, repeatedly lapping more into his mouth until he tasted the small yet bitter hint of lube the tiger boy used. Satisfied, Mitch reached his damp paw into the bag again and pulled out a tissue to clean himself with, reaching forward to wipe away as spot of jizz on Marc's lower lip.
He sighed though, still in afterglow and scritched around the bunny's shoulder blades, "So, was that worth a free iguana?"
Marc's ears perked up, happily remembering, "Oh yes! That was so much fun Mitch," He paused in mid thought though, "What was that? It was so weird"
"That was yiffing," the cat said, "adults don't actually want you to do it, but it's still ok as long as you don't tell anyone. Maybe you can come over here tomorrow and I can show you even more." Marc liked the idea nodded with an ecstatic smile. Mitch was pleased, still hilted inside his pet's rump the way he planned. "Stay still Marc. I have something more for you."
The rabbit smiled in anticipation but became suddenly wide-eyed as he felt the tiger cock inside him spray more warm fluid into him. 'this isn't just warm' Marc realized on a second thought, 'this is really hot, and there's so much of it'. It took a moment for him to register that Mitch was pissing inside him, but the idea suddenly seemed alright as he enjoyed the hot urine flooding his insides.
Mitch was purring very loudly, noticing how well his pet was taking to his piss enema. There was just one more thing he wanted to make sure of as he reached in the canvas bag again, pulling out a "chew toy". It was actually a butt plug, and as he finished draining himself into the rabbit rear, he pulled out and replaced his cock with the toy, pushing it in place before too much liquid seeped from the bunny boy.
Marc moaned and gasped, the unfamiliar plug taking him off guard, but the cat gently lifted him up and pressed his lips against the bunny's, kissing him tenderly. A moment later Mitch was pulling the rabbit's pants up then his own, "Sorry about that thing I put in your butt, it's to um keep you from you know...having an accident." Marc chuckled, seeing there was no way to explain what the toy was for without sounding incredibly awkward.
The bunny undid the collar around his neck and stroked where it was, handing the restraint back to Mitch who noticed Marc's relief. "I didn't hurt you too much, did I?"
"Nah, you hurt me just enough," Marc joked but blushed a moment later, "I liked it when you bit me too."
Mitch smiled and pet the top of the bunny's head, opening the closet door, "You're so cute, I can't wait till we play again. We should really get you going home before too long." Marc looked at his watch and saw it was late. He took a backward glance at the dustpan that got him yiffed in the first place, but Mitch stopped him, "Don't worry, it looks like my dad took care of the mess anyway. Hey thanks Dad."
"It's nothing," said the older tiger who wore a leather coat and twirled a set of keys on a finger. "Come on Marc. Your iguana's waiting for you in the truck, so we got to get you and him home before the sun goes down and it gets too cool out for him."
"And that's pretty much the way it happened," Marc said, finishing his story for his amazed brother.
"So he actually peed in your butt? Didn't that freak you out or anything?"
The younger bunny chuckled, "Yeah, I guess it was pretty weird, but it also felt good." Marc reached down to his own sheath, churring, "It tastes good too bro."
"Whoa," Trevor broke in, "You didn't mention that he made you taste his pee. When did that happen?"
Marc churred again and grinned, "The very next day. I know it sounds strange, but...I really like it."
Trevor thought a bit as he watched the sun slowly rise. He looked down at the clock and realized that they would have to take a shower at the same time if they were both going to be clean before Dorry came to wake them up. He stroked his own groin and joined in playful churring, and he reasoned with himself, thinking if he didn't like the idea of playing with urine, he could just clean himself off right after in the shower. "Marc," he started, making up his mind, "Let's go take a shower, come on before Dorry comes up. We can even try that thing with the pee." He didn't have a word for what he wanted to explore.
Marc's ears perked up, "Sure," and they both grabbed towels, wrapping them around their naked bodies and headed to the bathroom together. When they reached the bathroom, Trevor shut the door and put his towel down on the floor next to his brother's as they climbed into the tub. Marc shut the curtain while his older brother cracked his knuckles apprehensively, the need to relieve his bladder coming on strong.
He could tell that Marc felt the same way just from experience of fighting over the bathroom three or four times a week, "So what now? Can I do it first?"
"Sure bro," Marc got down on his knees and held the tip of Trevor's semi-hard cock, moving it to point at his open maw. "Go ahead," The younger bunny said after a moment of nothing happening.
'He can't be serious' Trevor thought to himself as he relaxed and began to piss, his stream landing dead center on his brother's tounge and splashing over his face as well. He watched Marc swallow a few mouthfuls of urine and move the torrent upward to soak his face and hair, enjoying himself immensely. Trevor laughed as he finished emptying his bladder, finding it oddly more satisfying to use his brother than the toilet, "Wow bro, you were right. This is a lot of fun."
Marc wiped off his eyes and smiled to his older brother, standing up, "Yeah, it's great. My turn now bro." Trevor slowly dropped to his knees, looking up at the younger bunny who seemed to be straining to keep from pissing himself. "Close your eyes and open your mouth," Marc instructed, and when Trevor did as he was told, the rabbit stood over his brother and pointed his tip into his mouth like he did before with his brother's cock. Next thing Trevor new, a salty and rancid flavor engulfed his tounge, making him gag and spit, dropping his head into the hot stream his little brother showered him with. Marc just reached down and lifted up on his sibling's chin, aiming his piss into his mouth again, "Go ahead and swallow some, it's not so bad." A mouthful of urine made it down Trevor's throat with a lot of effort while the stream died down around his face.
The taste was a bit much for him, but Trevor loved the musky way it smelled and it's surprising heat. He could get used to showers like this, and a gut feeling told him he would have to do that to play with his brother more. Marc started jerking off right there, but Trevor stopped him, telling his little brother that there wasn't enough time and that they better get cleaned up fast.
They took turns washing each other, finding it more fun and just plain easier than showering all by yourself and dried up as fast as they could, wrapping the towels around their waist. Their foster mom Dorry came knocking on the door only a few minutes after they reached their room and started changing.
"Trevor, Marcus, it's time to wake up." She opened the door to find them both with pants on and putting on their shirts, making her smile and set her paws on her wide hips "Well this is a nice surprise. What are you guys doing up so early?"
Trevor looked up to her with a smile on his face. "Morning Mom. We went to bed right when you said and we weren't tired anymore," he lied quickly, "What's for breakfast?
An expression of pride came over the panda's face, "Those are my good boys. Lets all go downstairs and have a nice big breakfast before your classes."
Marc looked over to his brother, glad that he could deliver such a good reply so fast. They all had breakfast and started classes with Dorry since she had the day off from her job as a day waitress, the bunnies fighting distraction the whole time. The panda finished the lesson plan that afternoon and let her cubs play till dinner.
They both went strait to their rooms and shut the door, Trevor turning to his little brother to kiss him passionately. For a while they made out, but Marc broke the bond and looked deviously into the other's eyes. "I was thinking about something you can do so it won't hurt so much the next time I take your ass", and with that he went over to his dresser and reached in for a rolled up sock. He unrolled the thing and showed Trevor a clear plastic butt plug and a little bottle of lube/cleaner. He assumed that he got both those things from the tiger at the pet shop.
As Marc was telling him how to use it, Trevor noticed an irremovable plastic tag. Marc handed him the toy and smiled, but Trevor was already reading the words on the tag. It had the name of the pet shop just down the road and a list of contact information. Most of the contacts didn't matter to him as he glanced them over, but took a double-take as he noticed one in particular. It was a screen name for the same chat service that Trevor used saying "Sexy_Stripes1".
'No way' he thought as he realized his brother had just met in the fur he talked to the night before, and he even knew him in person. He started to wonder if either Marc or his tiger friend knew this too as he rolled the sock around the things, put it in a safe place, and went downstairs for supper.