FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

"Imagine yourself walking down the street like you do each day. Nothing spectacular about you. No one much pauses to look as you walks by or even ponders where you may have purchased the knit cap pulled over your head or the fleece jacket dangling off your frame. They don't care. You're just another person wearing just another brand in the sea that is today's market. It's all the same fabric from China and etched brand names over your breast or forehead. But now, imagine yourself walking down the street in a fur cap, soft and plush over your ears and cradling your head against the cold, or a coat that hugs you in its furry grasp and shields away the wind, but what it doesn't shield away is the attention. People stop for a woman clicking in her heels with a fur wrap around her shoulders. These same women gape at a man with a plush hat perched on his head. Fur changes the dynamic. Fur changes minds. Fur changes everything. Time you bought your fur today and changed something, in fact, change everything."

The ad blinked up from the newspaper, right on the back of the front page to be noticed as soon as a reader paged through, but Daniel Packer didn't need to read it. He had the entire add from "Imagine" to "Everything" memorized from weeks hearing the words muttered throughout the house while they brewed in his father's mind, draft after draft with only a sentence changed read through at dinner time among rants about the history of fur; "Fur's always been desirable! It's allowed us barenaked beasts to find shelter from the cold!" and "Fur is now a sign of luxury. If someone can afford fur, they can afford a lot of it!" On the off chance that Daniel ever spoke up and complained about the repetitive dinner "conversation" he was quickly met with reproach, "How dare you! Our family rests our house on the foundation of our fur farm! If not for those cages of fluffy creatures out there we wouldn't have this dinner for me to ruin! Those minks, raccoons, rabbits, and foxes in our storehouse are your livelihood! They support us!"

However, the family's fur farm didn't support all their needs, not in the eyes of Daniel Packer. There was still a need left unfulfilled. The need to experience Killzone: Shadow Fall with the complex control of the new Dualshock controller. The need to download a game and start playing while the rest of the game downloaded in the background, increasing play time! The need to have customized recommendations for games, shows, and movies all right there! This was Daniel's need for a Playstation 4, fresh off the shelves and into the hands of so many friends, so many multiplayer adventures he'd been cut from. And in the town of Lurlind, Montana multiplayer adventures on a gaming station were about all you could do, at least legally. Despite their farm doing well, the money for the system was always denied, but like a play on a stage the scene unfolded often in the Packer household.

"Daniel! Set the table! Fetch your father! Yell at your sister for me!" A pause followed by the splash of soup being poured into a bowl waiting beside the stove stop where the woman stood, head tipped back mid- shout and one hand holding the dribbling ladle over the lip of the pot. "Hurry up! Close the back door!" Somewhere in the house her cell phone chirped with the sound of a message and then bloomed with the loud shout of someone calling. "And grab my cell phone! Hurry up, Daniel!" The teenager stumbled into the main portion of the house from his bedroom, ratted on his sibling's door with a bark of "dinner time" hurried down the stairs to the back door and slammed it shut, continued to the open living room window to shout out to his father who trudged through the yard with a weed wacker, scooped up his mother's cell phone still wailing, and then entered the kitchen frazzled, panting softly.

A small pause ticked past with the sound of their father entering the house filling the short bit of silence before the middle aged woman, Hester, turned to the sight of her son and shook her head when she saw the haphazard spread of his hair darting off his head like it was trying to escape from his dash around the house. Her own red-tinted blonde hair was kinked from being up in a ponytail while she worked in the compound during the day, but it lay flat and shined with obvious care and a good brushing. While she looked at her son, she lifted both hands and set them on the womanly curves of her sides, posing with hands on hips."What have I told you about showing up to dinnerlooking like a mess? Go comb your hair and then wash your face, you're sweating."

Inwardly, Daniel felt a small fire blaze to life with indignation while he pulled both lips in a tight smile and swiveled into the bathroom, leaving the door open to shout out to his mother over the soft rush of the water from the tap. Both hands jammed into the sink, almost without thinking he washed them before remembering his task and bending to splash the water onto his chiseled face. This year had been that end of the lingering baby fat and instead left him with a strong shape to his jawline and down to a slightly squared chin. Like his father, the hair that dampened when he leaned into the sink was a dark, chestnut brown. "You know, since I've been so helpful around the house lately I think I deserve the new Playstation 4!"

"Honey, if you can't even show up to dinner with your hair combed, how would it look if you'd been playing video games before? Let alone four of them..."

Something wilted inside, perhaps his pride for himself or perhaps his respect for his mother at her jumbling of the title, nonetheless Daniel slumped over with defeat and trudged back into the kitchen, freshly washed and sloppily combed.

During dinner, Daniel idly discussed the details of a science test, in Biology a class he breezed through living on a farm populated by small animals he heard plenty about. "We just took a test about their fur and how they clean it, what their body does to maintain it, all the junk. I didn't even read the textbook, 100%"

His braggery settled around the table, warm and rich like syrup over pancakes and just as sweet to the young teenager. His sister, Malina, scowled with slight annoyance at his gloating while Joshua, the younger brother, only listened with a blank look plastered over his face as if dreaming of something else entirely than this dinner. Instead of listening, his sister toyed with the long, tight braid of her blonde hair that laid on her shoulder, twirling it around her fingers and tugging the ends through the ponytail that held it tight. Joshua on the other hand, did nothing to occupy himself and his slate gray eyes stared off towards nothing. In addition to his rail thin, gangly body structure he looked almost haunted with the faraway stare. His parents, however, ate up the idea that their lifestyle was already benefiting one of their beloved children and cooed at him through wet slurps of their off-green pea soup that Daniel was enthusiastically putting a show on of gulping down, despite the flakes of the burnt bottom of the pan plastering themselves to his teeth and gums with every bite.

"You know, son. I'm really proud of you for using something I've taught you. Maybe, if the skinning business interests you, we can find some more for you to do around here. I can teach you even more to show that teacher! Do you guys do dissections in there?"

And his mother too, applauded the application of outside-of-school knowledge to the classroom, "Darling, it's really so great that you were able to make use of even things you learn at home!" She beamed at his pea-green lips but then her smile faltered. "I hope this isn't an excuse to get that new Playland Four."

Daniel winced.

"You know you just need to wait for your birthday."

A hand clapped his shoulder and a spurt of soup hit the tablecloth before Daniel peeked up at his father, an amused look plastered on the male's face, "Or better yet, get a degree!"

Once dinner ended, unsuccessfully without an additional $300 promised to the desperate teen to augment his own piddly savings of $100, he settled into the living room with them for a burst of "family time" in the form of a television show shared among them. When the television screen began to show the familiar beginning of a commercial, "inspired by #playstationmemories", Daniel saw another glimmer, a flash of hope while eyes locked to the screen and watched the ages of the popular gaming console shift before their eyes building up to the most recent addition to the Sony lineup, the PS4. Softly, while it ended, Daniel whispered to himself, "This is for the players..."

"Son, you really should have saved up your money for that. It seems pretty hip." The older male swiveled on the couch enough to give his son and broad grin, as if he was attempting to connect with the boy, sympathizing with his plight, but Daniel only grimaced and shook his head. Though, even with matching hair color and the same deep brown to match, the two didn't have much alike past that. Where Daniel had his mother's lean frame, John was a bulky man with broad shoulders and a heavyset stance which neither of his son's inherited.

"You could just spot me the $300 and then I could pay you back, just like a loan from the bank." Daniel offered, hoping that his father's sympathy might extend into his wallet.

The elder chuckled, a smirk curling up his lips. "You gonna pay interest, son? Just like a loan from the bank?"

Subtle as it was, Daniel felt the mockery in his father's word miming his own back to him and he shook his head. "Come on, Dad! What kind of father doesn't loan his own son money when he's in need?" Both eyes drooped a bit, trying to create the classic beggar, puppy-dog-eyes appearance.

Again, a laugh. "Danny boy, if there was actual need in this situation you can bet your britches I would help ya, but I don't need to help you buy some fancy game box. You'll just have to wait till your birthday..."

And so, it went with each attempt rejection punched Daniel back and he would trot to bed, feeling neglected as he slide beneath the familiar blankets and peered out to where his Playstation 3 sat near his television. With a sigh, he'd fall asleep plotting his next try for the cash.

******

On a particular morning, when Daniel Packer woke in his bed with the light of his charging Playstation controller blinking at him sweetly like the tired eyes of a lover beside him a new approach struck. He'd have to be smooth, subtle, and just tortured enough to pull it off- which since he was a teenager came as easy as a fresh cropping of pimples did before every photo shoot or friendly gathering. Plotting with each step, Daniel trudged down the hall and into the waiting stream of the bathroom.

Working rich, white suds scented like the "Ocean Crispness!" in his hair, Daniel pondered through his history of attempts, grimacing as the familiar words rang through his mind, "You'll have to wait till your birthday... or get a degree!" One lip shifted into a snarl when he imagined Malina, the goody-two shoes of the family and an overall disappointing sister. Surrounded by the warmth of the shower, the teen stuck one hand on his hip and jutted it out before fiddling with a imagined necklace around his neck and coughing to settle his voice into a girly register, "You should have started saving before the console came out or perhaps gotten a job..."

He laughed at his private mimicry and shook the water and remaining soap from his hair to plow into the chill of the bathroom's air. One towel draped around his waist held in a seal in front of his crotch with one fist and hair dribbling water in fat drops onto the carpet of the hallway, Daniel returned to his bedroom.

Across the hall if he listened closely, Daniel could hear his sister singing off-key to a Top-40 hit that was circulating the school, though whenever the song encountered a swear word her voice would drop off, avoiding the dirty word. "She's such a little priss..." He grumbled, jerking on a pair of boxers while the warbling voice drifted through the space of the hallway and the two walls, "One thing I ask of you. Let me be the one you back that ___ to! Go from Malibu to Paris, boo. Yeah I had a ___, but she ain't bad as you.. So hit me up when you pass through, I'll give you something big enough to tear your ___ in two."

Jeans buttoned around his waist while Daniel head shook side to side at the "appropriate" rendition of the song, though the undertones of sexuality were still plain in the words, even without the expletives removed. Before he'd fumed further about another pet peeve towards his sister, the music cut off, followed by the open and close of a door, and footsteps trotting down to breakfast.

With a jerk his shirt fluttered onto his skinny upper body and Daniel hurried down the stairs, eager to be in control of the breakfast situation before his sister had his mother's full focus. At the door of the kitchen, he could see his mother's apron knotted above her ample butt and dusted with flour while she prepared a batch of pancakes. Hunger gripped his stomach with a growl, but he forced himself to slow and to shamble into the room, eyes downcast while he sunk into the chair of the table.

At first, Malina continued to chatter towards Hester while the woman's back was turned to the skillet, pouring in fresh batter that sizzled in a bed of butter to crisp the edges of each pancakes with the fatty flavoring. While the teen chatted, she fidgeted with her simple t-shirt, high cut on her chest to ensure no one got a glimpse at her petite set of budding breasts, barely an A cup. The shirt depicted a animated hockey puck dancing, most likely from some training retreat she'd attended. With each new story Malina depicted to Hester, her mother's like mhms of interest grew a little more intense to ensure her attention. However, once she'd turned and saw Daniel's dejected appearance, concern dotted over her face and a hand lifted to shush Malina.

"Sweetie, is something wrong? I made pancakes?" Her voice uptilted in an offering as though her pancakes would help heal whatever ailed him, which was usually the case so the act grew harder to hold up.

Nonetheless, Daniel managed to remain disinterested. "It's not really a big deal..." He trailed off, hinting that it was a big deal. "Pry," his tone of voice pleaded. "Please help me..." it begged.

And like any good, gullible mother she complied. "Daniel, Sweetie? You can tell me. What's bothering you? Did something happen at school? A bad test ? Is the stress getting to you?"

A sigh escaped his lips, an exhale tinged with sadness- perfection. "No... No, it's not that."

Hand swiped down the front of her apron, the spatula rested down on the table, she was hooked, intrigue and worry plastered over her face, wrinkling her brow and squinting both eyes. "Oh honey, is it your friends? Did you get in a fight?"

Bingo.

"Not a fight..." Daniel made sure to wrinkle his forehead, look distressed at the mention of his friends. He even blinked faster, as though tears were welling. Across the table, he caught Malina glaring, but Hester was oblivious to the act.

"Oh dear, what's happened?"

"It's just that..." He paused and drew in a hard breath, calming himself. "They don't really hang out with me anymore..." He ran out of words and let his voice trail off with a whimper-like sound. His mother practically melted while she stuck her hand out onto his and squeezed.

"Oh sweetie... Why did they do that? Maybe you just need to call them?" She nodded like a bobble head, the wrinkle on her forehead creasing more.

Daniel shook his head, whipping it side to side. "It's when the play online, I can't join them, but they don't care. They've moved on without me."

Still the dots remained unconnected while Hester sighed out with maternal sympathy, shaking her head slightly at the very thought of him being left alone by his friends. "Oh sweetie, why can't you join them? I'm sure you're misreading the situation..."

"No, mom. It's because... because..." He breathed in long and slow, this was the moment of truth and his life hung in the balance of this performance. This was the last shot, the final manipulation before all was lost. "Truth is that they all have the new PS4 and I don't so they go on multiplayer adventures without me and this is Montana so what other kind of adventures are there!? I have been alienated from my friends! Over voice chat between swear words was when we bonded! I saw glimpses of their souls through the small box shaped clip of their face on my screen when we played through together and I heard the song of their personality in their battle cries and now, now it is all lost..."

Silence descended like snow off the side of a mountain and smothered them in the avalanche's flow. Thick with awkwardness, the cloud of powder settled around while Hester's sympathy chilled until, from across the table, Malina broke the silence. "You know, Daniel," she started while one hand fidgeted with the pendant around her neck shaped like a hockey puck. "You should have started saving money before the console came out to avoid that or get a job, the Fry Basket is hiring." As sweet as she seemed, her voice oozed with a condescending under layer that grated Daniel's nerves. Additionally, her added jab about a job summoned images of greasy teenagers wearing hats shaped as baskets with a crispy, plush chicken peeking out of the top which only furthered her comments burn.

While a scowl curled his lip, Daniel heard Joshua pipe up as well from across the table with his oversized hands spread out on the table like he was presenting a business deal, "Even if you get the cash, you should buy an Xbox One. The multimedia support is so much better."

Even though the noise of his younger brother's voice had reached his ears, Daniel may as well have not heard him at all while he lingered back on Malina 's snotty comment. "I knew that's what you'd say, ya little goody-goody!" Then he swiveled his attention to his younger, fanboy of a brother who would suffer a rage transitioned from Malina to him because of his commentary, "and you," a finger shot up and pointed at the smaller boy, waggling with scolding before he continued. "You are just saying that because you want to use mine in the future, we both know you don't have the cash to afford one of those either."

Malina flared upwards, like a strange lizard that Daniel stepped on mistakably while her lips puffed into a fat pout of insult. Before the girl shot back a retort, however, Hester interjected, "Daniel, no means no. You're not getting the money from me or your father, particularly not out of conning us to fork it over." She paused and gave him a withering look, the maternal sympathy gone in a flash. "You will need to either work for it yourself or just wait for your birthday." She shrugged as if to say, 'end of the line. I can't help you any more than that' and turned back to the skillet.

Daniel's upset gurgled in his gut, "Then why the hell are you buying Malina three hundred dollars of brand new hockey equipment!?" Malina's name dripped with the same venom one would inject if they were suggesting someone was forking over the button to push to bomb the world to a sadistic dictator and each word dropped like an additional line in a contract for death, condemning her.

Hester remained unfazed. "I haven't given Malina a single cent for her equipment, she saved the money by herself. All I'm doing is driving her to the shop." Daniel blinked and moved back from the table, shuffling through the arch of the kitchen into the living room to the Saturday morning cartoons, his gumption for battle lost, for now.

Similarly, Hester soon departed from the kitchen to join her husband, exiting the house to head to the compound behind the house where their furry friends were stored.

Sinking into the plushness of the couch, watching the fading time of the familiar Sony ad once again, Daniel spied Malina gathering up her oversized bag, stuffed with pads and a protruding hockey stick. "You know this is your fault."

She paused, staring at him with a slight glare, "What the fudge are you talking about?"

He grimaced, irritated at her self-censorship. "I'm fucking talking about you causing the issues in this house. If you hadn't saved up your money for your stupid hockey shit then mom and dad would still shell out cash for me and Joshua. You raised the standards, Malina and now the rest of us are suffering." He glared, highlighting his expletives with a sneer while his sister's name held the same tone as the 'fuck'.

Like her mother, Malina remained poker faced against Daniel's anger, "Unlike you, I don't want to beg from our parents for everything. I want to do things for myself like an adult. I have dignity which you clearly don't have." She paused, looking as though she was on the line of saying something else, "I have practice now, but perhaps after you can do chores for me later and earn something."

Daniel's face contorted into a tight-lipped scowl at the thought of working beneath his sister for her money that had caused this problem in the first place. He grumbled while she slipped out of the house to practice, but as the end of the commercial graced the screen, "It's for the players..." an idea struck him.

"If she hasn't gone to the store with mom yet for the hockey crap... that means her three hundred bucks is still around." A moment of awe wavered in front of him before Daniel shot up from the couch, eyes wide like a prairie dog surveying for danger. Then, he swiveled and darted up the stairs towards where their bedrooms were, Malina's directly across from Daniel's own.

For short beat, he hesitated outside the closed wooden door while the doorknob stared up expectantly, as though it had an accusatory gaze atop its smooth, polished surface. One last thought of the Sony commercial brought his hand to the surface of the knob and it turned easily, without even a squeak to announce his crime. Almost too easily, with both parents tucked in the backyard skinning unsuspecting woodland creatures, Malina gone from the house, and Joshua lost in the depths of his own bedroom equipped with his beloved Xbox and most likely a plethora of internet porn, Daniel entered her room.

Against one wall, flush against the smooth, pale blue paint of her walls her neatly made bed rested, comforter smoothed over the surface of the twin sized bed with one corner folded back to show the striped sheets beneath- all in blue to match the walls. Her pillows, in an accenting contrast, were a soft yellow color like the color of her school's jerseys. A matching yellow rug covered the floor, plush and littered with a few flecks of paper pieces for the ripped edge of a piece of paper ripped from a notebook. Opposite the bed, her dresser sat straightly settled, even the books on top of it stacked according to size. On the wall above her dresser hung a poster of a female hockey player, stick raised in an 'inspiring' pose while teeth gritted inside her helmet- an image of female power. Daniel rolled his eyes, scanning the room once more for anything that would trigger an idea to where the cash would be. "If I was an annoying little hockey chick where would I keep my money..." He mused to himself, stalking through her room like he was investigating a crime scene where some foul deed had occurred. A hand eased the poster's corner back from the wall, but only unblemished blue blinked back at him from behind, not the green of bills.

A small scowl jerked up his lips, "Where would I keep my precious gear money?" He caught himself on the word precious, feeling a pang of guilt that he shoved away almost violently while he leaned into her pile of makeup, shuffling through small circles of eyeshadows and blushes that leaked sparkles onto his hand. "Ugh, this is all her fault..."

"If she hadn't have saved this money in the first place, I wouldn't need it. All her fault..." He continued to grumble while shuffling to her dresser, opening one drawer to careful rolls of colorful panties and a stack of bras neatly in separate columns. "God, even underwear isn't sexy anymore..." He thought aloud, reaching towards the back of the neat rows till he felt the ruffle of dollar bills.

"Jackpot."

Both eyes widened in the boy's skull before he jerked the money out from her underwear drawer, slamming it shut with a rattle of the dresser on the floor before he exited her room, fleeing with the female hockey player snarling after him.

Once in the hall, Daniel paused a moment and glanced towards Joshua's door, still shut snugly in its frame, before he raced into his own bedroom, scooped up the money he did have and hurried down the stairs and out the front door with bills crumpled deep in his pockets. "Mom! Dad! I'm going for a walk! I have my phone! Bye!"

His voice echoed back to his parents who waved him off with little interest, too caught up in their task of caring for the family business to notice their thief of a son racing off to claim his spoils.

And so, Daniel hurried to the local Gamestop, strolling along in a glowing brightness of a fine mid-day light and cherishing the feeling of anticipation for the game console. When the bell on the door of the store chimed, he felt a tingle of delight before he spied to clerk behind the cashier stand a small name badge reading, "Greg" hanging around his neck. Greeting Daniel with a warm smile, the cashier nodded to his eagerly shuffling feet, "You're here for the PS4, aren't you?"

Daniel just jerked his head, up-down, up-down. "Yes," he croaked faintly, looking down at the box like it was the mid-magazine spread in Playboy, gamer lust gleaming in his eyes. While he stared, his lanky body leaned back to look at the front of the box from his higher vantage point. His sweep of brown hair was mused up on his forehead out of his eyes. His deep brown eyes seemed to glow with his excitement.

"Keep it in your pants till you get home, kid." The cashier joked, recognizing the glow of excitement while he checked out the new console, carefully bagging it before moving his hands to the register, a wedding band glinting on one hand.

"Heh... Heh..." Daniel chuckled absently, catching the faint sparkle. "You're married?" he asked, confused by the concept of this sarcastic, zippy cashier having some stuffy wife back home which momentarily distracted him from his purchase.

Greg smiled broadly, producing small squared image of a beaming redhead who, in the photo, leaned into his sturdy, tan shoulder and licked up the length of his cheek with a smile of her own, each breast pushed around his bicep. "Engaged actually, she plays a mean game of CoD..."

Daniel peered for a moment in amazement of a gamer girl with boobs even before he shook his head and forked over the pile of bills. "Woah," he mumbled when the console's box was at last nestled in his arms like a new bride of his own and he hurried towards the door, calling back over one shoulder, "Dude, you're awesome."

Heading home, Daniel didn't linger on thoughts about sunshine, nor basic etiquette as he charged past neighbors outside mowing or lounging with a book to enjoy the sunshine themselves without even pausing to wave. All his attention locked onto the equipment he held in his hand, silken black like expensive lingerie and just as seductive. In barely a blink, he'd settled in front of his upstairs television and had begun connecting cords and wriggling them into place while installing the necessary updates and watching as the PS4 inched towards its virgin play.

With eyes wide, filled with awe usually reserved for natural wonders like Niagara Falls, Daniel watched the deep blue screen glow with the white Sony Playstation symbol followed by the words "Sony Computer Entertainment." A chill raced its way down his spine like a jolt of lightning as excitement leaked into his bloodstream like a palpable substance, with both feet jittering against the carpeting with energetic, anticipatory energy. True to everything Daniel had read about his new machine online, his game took no time at all to install, even allowing him to browse other system options while doing so. When the time to play finally came, the graphics completely blew him away. The character's faces literally looked as real as they would if they were sitting right next to him.

As his first trial play went on and friends' PSN codes slowly began to fill his buddy list, the first minutes of owning a Playstation 4 melded into his first hour, then second, and a third had passed when the front door latch clicked as it was opened from outside. Up the steps, the sound of footsteps clamored out and Daniel stiffened.

"I did put everything back in place in her room, didn't I?" he mumbled to himself, replaying the memory of being in her bedroom back through to reassure himself that everything was returned to its rightful place, except of course for the money he'd stolen out of her panty drawer. The thud of a door across the hall pulling shut melded into several minutes of silence in which Daniel lapsed back into his gaming, staring up with rapt attention to the startlingly clear graphics of the unfolding game's backstory.

Suddenly, breaking Daniel from his trance, the door to his bedroom burst open with a thunk against the wall and a rattle of the door on its hinges. Between the two sides of the frame, Malina stood, one hand curled around something skewed by her fingers tightly held around it. "Brother dear," she started in a seemingly calm voice, though there was an edge to it that brought Daniel's attention to her quickly. "Where did you get that PS4?" Her eyes peered down to where he sat, cross legged on the floor like a child ready for story time. Each orb was filled with expectation rather than true questioning, her voice sounded like an innocent question but her facial expression hinted at something else- a carefully constructed trap.

Jaw tightening, Daniel glanced up and forced his attention back down to his controller as though nothing had changed between them. "I borrowed some cash from a friend," One glance up showed the item in her hand, having shifted to a looser grip, was a half circle, a broken medallion. "It really doesn't concern you." From his core, in the middle of his gut and deep in the muscles of his back, Daniel began to feel heat that spread up through and seemed to crawl over his skin, forming in spots and heating in a harder concentration of power as though someone poured wax over his skin and it scalded and burned till it cooled enough to harden and remain in a concentrated bubble. In an attempt to alleviate the crawling heat over his skin, Daniel squirmed where he sat, a scowl of discomfort twisting both brows closer together, knitting them up into small points.

"What's this friend's name?" Malina demanded, still cool and calm. Utter control showed in her face, a confidence that comes from knowledge of having the upper hand. One foot lifted and she settled another step closer to her brother with both eyes boring down onto him. Daniel shivered under her gaze and the heat spread faster and the concentrated drips began to spread again and his bones ached. From Malina's perspective, raised in a standing position, Daniel's head had sunk a few centimeters lower in contrast to the bed, rather than have most of his neck sit above it, it reached the tip top of his ear.

Daniel gave a grunt, hiding his discomfort and uncertainty with a mask of masculinity. "Doesn't concern you." He blustered, but his eyes didn't meet hers any longer and instead stayed locked not even to the screen but to a patch of carpet that, under Daniel's uncomfortable stare, appeared to move closer. However, Daniel in fact sunk closer to the carpet as the heat spread through him, his bones compacting, shrinking down small and reforming subtly.

"Care to explain this then?" Malina confronted him now with her phone held up and the screen glowing with a colored scene, though it was slightly fuzzy it was easy to decipher for Daniel. On her screen, the familiar poster on her bedroom wall floated near the top of the screen while his head bobbed beneath while two hands dug through her drawer, eventually pulling back with the sheath of green bills that he'd stolen. With her hand held up with the phone, her hip cocked out slightly with obvious irritation. Her hair wasn't braided, but loose around her shoulders with loose curls from the braid she'd worn earlier. The strawberry tint of red glimmered in the light, but rather than look sweat like the classic strawberry blonde, the glint of red look foreboding, fiery.

"Damn..." He thought with a sickening explosion in his gut. "She had a camera."

When the video finished, the girl swiveled her full glare down to him. "You're just a thieving, good for nothing, coon." She spat, hissing each word as the medallion in her hand began to flicker with light, brightness dancing on the edge of the curved surface. "Like a nasty animal that digs through the trash, except you went into my room, my private room!" Her voice broke with an angry growl before she jerked her hand against her side where the medallion glowed brighter. "You stole from me! You're despicable."

While she stood over him, Daniel shrunk rapidly down. His legs seemed to diminish beneath him while they shrunk down to the small size of a mammal bred for its fur. The bones of his structure bent and snapped into new formations. His legs changed for mostly straight to a drastic angle with a large thigh attached to his pelvic area and then a slight bend back. Clumsily, he leaned forward to compensate for the structure of each newly-formed leg. His spine sank down, inches of height lost with each passing second while the small bones extended his spine downwards into a furred appendage, streaked with dark, nearly black, gray rings. Once nearing six inches, his spine gave a soft pop and the tail behind him began to sway, placed and completed and now functioning. With dismay, Daniel's eyes widened till they seemed to eat up his face, swallowing it within the pools of color, especially when his skull began to close down in tune with his ever- decreasing body size. His mind spun with a confused state of misunderstanding. Nothing showed him his changing appearance. He only felt the burn and itch of the changes. For Daniel, his bones stretched into a new place, muscles throbbed, and an ache settled through his body. His skin itched, crawled with motion and his perspective changed. After only a few minutes, which passed by in a blink, the male stared up into the plump knot of his sister's knees. Both eyes settled there, straying up too her thighs at the swell of her small stomach and the underside of her chin before realization settled in.

"W-what the hell?" Daniel shrieked, but his voice fell limply in the air- weak and high pitched like that of a small toddler. His mind struggled to understand, comprehending the concept of shrinking proved impossible. The change in perspective related to going down a glass elevator, not moving yet watching what you saw out the window change, but Daniel wasn't in an elevator. There was no technology allowing him to explain away the change, drastic as it was.

Both eyes crawled over the view. His gaze grabbed onto his sister, starting at her ankles that were plumper, rounded than ever before and then it traveled upwards. Her stomach looked like a distant wall, the side of a skyscraper while her chin was the underbelly of a plane, too far to see any detail. Wait, Daniel paused as the brightness of the medallion in her hand caught his eyes. It glowed and flickered, buzzing in her grasp while it expelled its magic, its spell.

"It's that isn't it?! You're doing this?!" Daniel demanded, but Malina seemed lost in her own observations. While Daniel was distracted with his change in height, his sister witnessed dark fur begin to sprout out, starting at his eyebrows and bleeding down into a black mask around his eyes. From there it lightened, black morphed into a deep gray shade that melded easily over his skin, sprouting out at an impressive pace. While the fur spread, his body remained caught in limbo. Short as he was, Daniel was a hunched human with the bent legs of a four-legged mammal but his arms remained loose and flexible. His skull had stretched down, but lacked the tunnel shape of a true muzzle. The tail behind his was thick, plush as any raccoon's appendage, but his toes remained and both hands had thumbs yet.

Shrunk as he was, Daniel had lost his clothing which pooled around him like a pile of sheets covering the shy body of a visiting lover once morning arrives. Focused on the blinking of the medallion, he failed to see the trail of the fur down his chest, first connecting his furred face to his scant happy trail beneath his belly button before blossoming over the front portion of his chest, tendrils of the hair moved out like the branches of a tree though with the speed of a weed breaking through the grass. Spurts of hair broke through the skin, sending tingling sensations to the spellbound teenager lost inside the transforming body.

"Why are you doing this? What are you doing to me? Malina!" Daniel's voice, to him, was a shout that rang loud and demanding, but in truth it was a whine that descended down into a whimper, pathetic and desperate. "Please, Malina. What is happening?" Exasperated, the boy dropped his head into both hands cupped in front of him. Then he froze.

Rather than the smooth skin of his face, spattered with the few stray strands of a growing 'beard' that Daniel prayed for daily, his fingers spread over and through thick fur. Warmth surrounded each finger with the insulation of the plush fur, but it offered no comfort.

"What the fuckin' hell?!" Daniel shrieked, body trembling while he felt his hands begin to shrink down now, fingers growing stubby and disappearing into small, slender versions of themselves. The finger nails eased back and shrunk before extending again in thin, black claws that pricked his cheeks lightly while they grew into place. Through the fur on his cheeks, Daniel felt leathery pads push out from his paw and a low groan escaped his lips, "What is happening to me...."

While his hands changed, his feet followed suit. Toes compacted into smaller, thinner versions of their already shrunken, human versions. Claws sprouted out and grazed the pile of his pants around him, catching on the fabric to tug when he moved slightly, summoning a studying gaze. With his eyes dropped down to his legs and feet, Daniel caught the image of the fur continuing, crawling down the length of his legs, leaving his crotch furred and increasingly warm, specifically when his cock began to harden in his lap.

Confusion bloomed over his face when skin extended and fur surrounded it, cock tip still poking out but a sheath covering the rest of him. "No... No..." Daniel chanted, faintly to himself while his body lost all resemblance to himself. When the last patch of skin from his knee disappeared, lost to the gray fur. Two wide eyes, surrounded by a mask of black, Daniel whispered in his distorted voice, "Why?"

Malina gave him a sad smile, though she held no sympathy for the raccoon that took her brother's place. "You stole from me just like a nasty, thieving 'coon. So, I've made you true to yourself, Daniel." Her eyes narrowed, a hard glare forming as she remembered the sight of him on video digging his filthy hands through her underwear in search of her hard earned cash, invested into her beloved sport.

Seeing her, hardening in front of him with obvious anger in her gaze, Daniel flinched and tightened his body before attempting to leap out of the pool of clothing around him. Malina didn't give him a chance to escape. Her foot pressed down against his back, small hips buckling down onto the floor while the arch of her foot curled smooth against the curvature of his back. "Not so fast, Daniel. I even offered you to do some jobs and earn the money, but you still stole it!" She practically growled with frustration and ground her foot down into his back harder, rolling her heel into him. Daniel felt the bones of his spine popping slightly under the pressure, making his spine throb down into the lower section of his back.

"You're a thief. A useless parasite. You're worthless to this family, to me. You're a horrible brother." Anger twisted up her features, scrunching her nose through Daniel's face rested weakly against the knots of the aging carpet, however after a short beat it softened slightly and a smile filled with vindictive glee curled up her lips. "Actually... you might still be useful."

She paused for a moment, as though considering how she would use him, letting a blossom of terror begin to ferment inside her brother's stomach. A frightened squeak escaping his lips before she continued on, "I can take you down to the farm... groom you first hand, since you're disgusting, but once you're cleaned up..." She trailed off, reaching down to stroke down his back, fingers tickling into the soft fur with obvious, materialistic desire. "Then I can have you skinned into a nice pair of boots for me... and your tail, that'd be the perfect key chain!" Her hand dropped, tugged sharply on his tail and brought out a shriek of surprised fright out from the 'coon. Her grip settled on his tail, fingers curled around it in a tight grip before she twisted it slowly around to emphasize her point.

With desperation, Daniel glanced up to his sister, both eyes wide with the sparkle of a terrified tear forming and pooling in the dip of his eye. He searched for a glimmer of sympathy or even mercy, but he found only the glint of revenge and a dash of lust for the power she held. She towered over top of him, like the giant over Jack after he'd snuck up the beanstalk to steal his golden egg. A tremor went down Daniel's spine and he squeaked, a faint pitiful sound. "P-please don't do that..." he pleaded sounding high- pitched and pathetic to his own ears as he begged up to his sister.

"Oh Daniel, you're so much nicer as a begging, little pet!" Her voice oozed with condescending sweetness before she continued, smirking down at him while she spoke. "Perhaps you should have considered these consequences before you donned your robber mask and stole from me!" One hand poked at his nose before tracing beneath his eyes where the dark black coloring formed a mask of fur around his eyes. Her touch made him cringe back from her taunting monoloque and the matching touch.

At first, she had intimidated him but then Malina gave a fluttery laugh, barely a giggle of fiendish delight and Daniel broke. Anger swelled up in his chest and spread like lava throughout his veins. "I should have considered *these* consequences?! These consequences being you transforming me into a miniature beast and stepping on me and taunting me? How could I have known you are some witch with vindictive powers? I thought you were normal, ya little bitch." He would have even spat at the end, or harrumphed angrily but once he stopped speaking the echo of his manipulated vocals returned to him in a high, squeaking pitch. So girlish is sounded, only furthering the humiliation he tried to cover with boisterous anger.

"Now you shut up!" Malina barked, frustration wrinkling her brow in a hard line. Her fingers were curled in an angry fist that bobbed at her side as though she was denying her hand a desire to strike the raccoon boy. "Do you want to be a pair of boots? I bet I could sell a pair of boots to help make up for the money! Right after I sell that stupid Playstation 4! Do you want me to skin you? Do you want to be just a fashion item? Something I stuff my feet into everyday?" She rolled her heel against his back, grinding it into his spine in emphasis. "Think before you enrage me further, you oversized rodent."

She paused, awaiting a sign of his regret to show. When it didn't, she snarled. Her hand twisted on his tail, pulling at the freshly grown base on Daniel's lower back hard enough for him to cry out. "Do you wanna be a pair of boots? I'm not fucking bluffing!"

The physical pain factored into his decision to beg, but he fact that he'd broken her outer priss and gotten her to swear was more terrifying than anything up to his current point. "N-no! I don't! God, just stop this."

Malina's lips twitched into a lewd smile of revenge and fiendish delight, "You don't what, Daniel? You have to use your words..." She shook her head at him, watching as the transformation further formed his muzzle so the small teeth needed for the raccoon to eat pushed in and contorted the human's flat structure, distorting Daniel's words further.

"I durn't want ah... to be... boots" Daniel stumbled over the new teeth, his tongue trying to trace over them and feel for how to hold his mouth to avoid the little pricks. With his frustration, his nose twitched madly unbeknownst to him.

"Aww look at that! The little 'coon has a wittle twitch!" Malina teased while smirking down at her brother-turned-racoon with the medallion still clutched in her hand. The look of distress that graced that boy's face seemed to lighten her mood and she nodded slightly, "So, since you don't want to be a pair of boots. I might have something else for you to do for me."

Daniel winced, giving her a withering look from within his dark mask of fur. His look summoned a fresh wave of irritation and the hand, forgotten on his tail, suddenly clenched again and her foot slipped off his back as she jerked him into the air by the appendage.

A lone wail of pure animal left the raccoon when the weight of gravity pulled his body against the fresh socket of his tail. Tears pricked his eyes and pooled against the corners before drying into the dark fur.

"You see, I'm still missing half of my medallion." She lifted her free hand in demonstration, but Daniel's eyes were squinted with the dizzying effects of being held upside down. "I foolishly left it on the kitchen table a few days ago and someone snatched it. I suspect Joshua, but of course I can't go around accusing people or digging through their personal belongs, but you've proven that you're morals are already that low so you're the man for the job." She paused and a laughed blurted out, "Or should I say the 'coon!"

Daniel winced, but remained limp in the upside down position she still held him in. His tail felt as though it would snap off, but his head was spinning so much with the rush of blood, the pain felt faint and out of reach.

"First, I want you to investigate Joshua. See if you can find the medallion in there."

With no warning, the grip on his tail dropped and so did Daniel in turn. His head hit the floor with a dull thud that left him blinking on the floor of his room before a foot nudged his side. "Hurry up!" Malina demanded.

Wobbling slightly, Daniel stood up onto his four feet with his long, abused appendage dragging limply on the floor with indents from where his sister's fingers had clutched onto it. Both eyes brought only a hazy image of his room, but years of ambling half asleep into the hallway allowed him to do the same now, though it took nearly double the time with his unfamiliar, shrunken body. Once in the hallway and out of sight of Malina, Daniel paused till his vision began to center and the image was crisp, if not strange. Instead of seeing the doors of the hallway and the pictures hung on the walls of his family and school portraits, Daniel saw the edging where the wall met the carpeting and the collection of dust pushed into that edge where the carpet ducked under the bedroom doors.

"Stupid cunt, changes me into an oversized rat and wants me to spy on Joshua. Little witch..." Daniel grumbled, the only noises that actually came out being strange, garbled squeaks while he scurried down the hallway, tucked into the wall till he came to Joshua's door. The door seemingly closed, Daniel pushed one side of his body into it till he felt the old latch loosen and open a crack. Once his nose poked into the room it wrinkled with a quick recoil. Filled with the thick scent of teenager, the room was tainted with the stink of cum and sweat.

"Oh fucking Christ... Really kid? It's like what... 9 o'clock in the morning?" Daniel hissed to himself, pressed to the wall outside the room like a man recovering from gas poisoning. However, one glance back at his own room where his witch of a sister resided set his determination to high once again. Sucking in a deep lungful of air, Daniel pushed back into the room, eyes popping wide at the sight within.

Huge headphones, a noise canceling variety that was usually used for gaming to immerse oneself into the battlefield with screams of pain and guttural battle cries all right beside you, covered Joshua's ears. Instead of the jumble of bodies and noises of a battlefield around him, the screen of his computer showed the jumble of bodies and noises of an orgy. Even from the doorway, Daniel could hear the faint sound of someone screaming faintly through the headphones. The screen was not, however, the normal mixes of peach and caramel skin of varying human bodies, instead it was a collection of well known, often beloved cartoon characters. On one edge of the show, Spongebob bucked madly into the upturned ass of Garfield, whose plump stomach shook with every thrust. Beside them, the powerpuff girls were slurping noisily on the plump cock of Donald Duck while he cackled with a fiendish type of sexual delight. A pile of bodies appeared to be the characters of The Simpson's and Family Guy all jumbled together, Marge spit-roasted between her husband and Peter Griffin with Bart and Lisa moaning in unison in a incestual 69. Even that wasn't enough however, and several additional pairs were littered around the edges of the scene. In back, Squidward held a writhing Bambi over his head, tongue jammed inside the vision of innocence's dripping asshole. For a moment, Daniel was confused by the cartoon cum oozing out till he saw both Paul Bunyan and his matching blue ox, Babe leaning together and panting with proud smiles plastered over their face while they watched the tall marine creature clean up their mess. In front, Mickey Mouse rested on his knees, mouth stretched wide while Prince Charming held each ear and forced a massive cock down the small mouse's throat. Sick as it was, Daniel couldn't help but think to himself, "So that's why all the princesses want the same guy in every Disney movie..."

Just like so many princesses before, Joshua seemed to like the Prince's performance and precum oozed over his rapidly pumping hand while soft grunts left his lips, in tune to the grunts coming from the seven dwarves mutually masturbating each other along the left edge of the screen. Both eyes were locked onto the screen and seemed to bulge out of Joshua's thin face while his lips were clenched in a tight, pale pink line of pressure. Daniel gagged when he saw a glob of his brother's gunk fall onto the keyboard and swore to himself he'd never borrow the boy's computer again and then turned and dove into his search. With the eight dwarves, Joshua included, grunting in the background, Daniel stuffed his nose into the bottom drawer of Joshua's dresser, digging with his short claws in search of the stolen medallion. A wave of socks, some a mixture of detergent and stains that still lasted with a lingering stink of whatever made the white sock, brown, green, or worse, a mixture of the two and others outright dirty yet shoved back into the drawer.

Wincing, Daniel pulled back. Sourly, he glanced back to Joshua, now huffing to a video of Tigger bounce, bounce, bouncing on Eeyore's protruding cock while Tigger's asshole yawned opened wide.

"Jeez, that porn is so fake.." Daniel mumbled to himself, unconcerned about Joshua hearing through his huge headphones. "No guy with a dick that huge would be as depressed as Eeyore is..."

Thus, listening to Tigger's fun-fun-fun-fun-fun! Daniel moved up to the next drawer. With his small paws sunk into the socks of the drawer beneath, the raccoon used it as a stair step to lift himself up and began rummaging through the second to the last drawer. Like the last, the clothes inside were a twisted mixture of clean and not and the odor was of a dizzying strength as Daniel clung to the drawer with his paws and searched through the shorts with his slender muzzle, nose on the tip wrinkled back with horror. Around him like a cloud, the thick musk of his younger brother's sweat and cartoon-summoned precum wafted off the clothes, permeating his mind with its distracting disgustingness. Yet, at the same time, he felt a faint stirring in his crotch with the rich musk, so dirty and manly that even the thought of it turning him on made him flush, a blush burning down his neck.

Flustered by the scent of the clothes, Daniel fled out into the middle of the room again, spying the mess under the bed as he cleared the scent from his nose.

"I better look there..." He pondered, trotting beneath the flap of the comforter hanging off the bed before he was bathed in the darkness of the underbelly of the bed, shoes boxes sat against the wall and wadded tissues littered the rest of the space, wafting off with a rotting scent of cum of their own.

"Holy fuck! Does this kid clean anything?" Daniel grunted, pushing the lid of a box upwards to stick his nose inside, though no medallion sparkled back at him. Instead he saw a pile of birthday cards with a hidden playboy tucked beneath, one tit poking out from behind grandma's "My Grandson's Four!" card.

Inwardly Daniel stifled another growl of despair, tail flicking though it still ached from his sister's abuse. The noises of Joshua masturbating above him only made the search through stiff nudey magazines and cum-coated tissues all the worse. With each passing second, Joshua's noises, originally grunts but now soft, needy whimpers, were growing more intense while the noise of the porn rumbled louder in the headphones, Simba's moans leaking out into the room. To make matters worse, the stench of his brother's cum was like perfume in the bedroom, coating everything and sticking into Daniel's hypersensitive nose to the point it was inescapable.

"I gotta get out of here soon, once he's done he's not gonna stay so easy to sneak past..." Daniel decided, scuttering out from the bed and towards the closet where he hoped to have more luck.

Once inside the door of the closet and out of sight, Daniel gave a soft breath of relief to have a door between himself and his cum-oozing brother. Inside the closet, a low set of drawers lined the floor and Daniel set to work digging through them. The first proved to have nothing but a collection of Magic: The Gathering cards, all mysteriously stiff and a few Xbox game guides. With a grunt, Daniel shifted to the second and shimmied it open with his teeth on the ledge. Once opened, the contents were revealed to be only a pile of forgotten marbles, old yearbooks, and an oversized bra. "Is that Mrs. Mckinley's?" Daniel wondered, thinking of their elderly neighbor who hung out her wash to dry, delicates included. With a grimace and a wrinkly woman in his mind's eye, Daniel moved to the third of the four drawers that expanded across the closet. Jerking it open with his paws and teeth, a pile of excess junk burst out.

"If the medallions in here, I'll never find it!" Daniel growled, starting to sift through the mixture; extra pencil top erasers, a coloring book, a pair of socks, a fresh pack of boxers, a woman's t-shirt, a bottle of water, a bottle of...something. Daniel pulled back from the drawer when the sulfuric scent of mold hit his nose and dashed to the fourth and final.

"Heaven forbid he clean a single thing!" Daniel thought when a fresh wave of dirty clothes hit his nose with the fourth drawer, which once he'd peeked inside seemed to be a backup laundry basket. With soft squeaks of frustration, he began digging through the final drawer and still found no medallion. But just as he started to pull back from the drawer to begin the search elsewhere, the closet door flung open and standing in the doorway was Joshua, with his dick still dripping and completely nude with wide eyes.

"Where did you come from, Sly Cooper" Joshua crooned, to which Daniel's eyes widened before a sudden burst of movement brought a rank pair of boxers around the raccoon's head and body, trapping him in the fabric.

"Eek!" Daniel shouted, writhing while Joshua shoved him into his ironically empty real laundry basket, still wrapped up in the boxers.

"You must have escaped from downstairs, huh." Joshua commented, the sound of him rummaging through the piles of clothing on his floor starting while Daniel breathed through the mask of the fabric, sucking in the musky scent. Without Daniel's consent, his groin began to throb from the thick scent that filled his nostrils. Each breath only furthered his torment as his tip peeked out from the furry wrapping of his sheath, his own brother's horny scent clinging to the fabric making his head light and weak.

Trying to hold his breath, Daniel listen to the sounds of Joshua dressing. A soft ruffle of shirts followed by the faint pop of his head popping through the head hole. While he search for a clean-ish pair of socks, Joshua chattered randomly. "You're just like Sly Cooper, aren't ya, little guy? Sneaking around, being devious... getting into trouble.." At first, Daniel wasn't listening closely, though a soft hitch in his brother's voice caught his attention.

With his breath just slightly edging on breathy, Joshua continued to chat to the trapped raccoon. "With your cute little newsboy hat and little blue boots, no pants though..." For a moment, Joshua's voice dropped out with a faint paint, "Your big tail is all stripey... and your mask!"

Suddenly, the laundry basket opened and Daniel poked his head out from a boxer pant leg to see Joshua above him, staring down with mad intensity and precum dribbling from his tip once again. "You have a little mask just like the real guy, Coop.'"

For Joshua, the resemblance seemed to be enough, and before Daniel registered what was happening the soft shlick of a hand curling around a wet, eager cock echoed into the laundry basket while Joshua started to jack off once again, this time hovering over top of his brother-turned-raccoon's head.

A moan bloomed out of the boy's lips, pre dripping onto Daniel's thin covering of boxers, that he darted back into with a squeak of distress.

"This is not fucking happening. This is not fucking happening.." Daniel chanted softly, though only soft, animalistic whimpers were audible which only coaxed on the horny pre-teen further.

"Mmm... you naughty little thief... You stealing coon..." Joshua grunted out, pumping his cock harder, imagining himself pounding the devious Sly Cooper. Daniel flinched when a sudden stream of liquidy precum painted the boxers with wetness that soaked into his ears beneath.

"Ah! Fucking Christ!" Daniel barked, clawing at the side of the laundry basket, peering up with a fierce look in an attempt to scare the horny out of the boy.

"Oh! So feisty!" Joshua made a sound somewhere between a moan and a growl and suddenly stiffened, a jet of cum hitting the raccoon in the face from where he leaned up on the side of the basket. With cum painted from his nose up to his forehead, Daniel dove back into the stench of the boxers, whimpering pathetically.

"Ah... That was good. Now lick yourself up, 'coon. I don't think you want to big mama seeing you like that and I sure as hell don't either!" Joshua chided, moving now to finish dressing with a satisfied, limp cock.

Daniel thought of his mother, seeing his furred face coated in Josh's spooge and whimpered to himself once again. With a look of pathetic desperation, Daniel flicked out his pink tongue and caught an oozing blob of the salty cum, grimacing at the taste.

Starting to buckle his jeans, Joshua spotted the testing lick and the front of the denim instantly swelled. "That's it, 'Coony. Clean up time..."

Daniel felt his skin burn anew with the humiliation of his brother watching him lick his cum from his face, but the thought of that was better than his own mother washing it off, at least that's what he told himself as he scooped the thick substance with one paw towards his mouth before licking himself as thoroughly as he could manage, mouth filled with the thick, sticky mess.

Joshua chuckled at the animal's face and scooped up the laundry basket, heading down the stairs towards the compound out back, where Hester stood at a work table, sipping from a bottle of water "Mom," he greeted, " I found this 'coon upstairs."

Hester glanced towards the laundry basket, confusion wrinkling her brow for a moment. "Is this one of ours?" She pondered, though mostly to herself. One hand plucked up the 'coon and settled him onto the table where she pushed a hand down on his back to keep his still while she slowly stroked over his back, inspecting the quality of his fur.

With a pensive look over her face, she poked towards his crotch, turning him over on the table while he squeaked. Her fingers, surprisingly soft over the short, velvety fur of his sheath tickled at him while she stared down at his groin with a concentrated intensity in her eyes. With a burning blush, Daniel felt his cock swell, tip emerging from the sheath followed by the inches of his small penis.

Standing beside the table, Joshua had a tight lipped appearance, most likely matching his tight pants, while he commented, "Must be one of the studs.."

Hester, however, gave a small shake of her head while two fingers grabbed him and gently pumped over his shaft, watching the gentle pulse before Joshua stepped closer to poke a finger at one of the male's testicles. "All ours are castrated.."

Daniel felt his cock tighten, pressure swelling in his balls as his brother inspected them and his mother prodded along the length of his cock. A soft squeak escaped before a burst of cum left his cock in a stream, painting Hester and Joshua's fingers in turn. Hester just flicked hers to the side, barely even blinking but Joshua pulled back and turned towards the door mumbling about washing up. However, at the doorway, just on the edge of sight Daniel saw his fingers reach his lips and he winced.

Joshua returned, surprisingly early for having "washed" his hands just in time to see Hester filling a fat bottle with a paste. "He's got a nice, rich fur coat. Though he's on the skinny side, and larger animals have more fur..." She explained, glancing up for Joshua for only a moment before she focused once again on her furry charge. Onto the bottle went a wide mouthed nozzle to squeeze the paste out through.

Hazy eyed on the table, cock still throbbing gently, Daniel pondered what the bottle was. "Maybe it's fur wash, she's gonna give me a bath..." He thought groggily, imagining being rubbed and massaged nicely. But Daniel could only imagine his surprise when the nozzle hit his lips, forcing them apart as his mother held his body tight and began to squeeze the plump bottle. One hand groped at his stomach, petting it almost while she forced the nuzzle back between her lips, forcing his jaws to yawn open wide.

"Down the hatch..." She encouraged, emptying the fattening paste down his gullet while Daniel writhed weakly in her arms, feeling his stomach swell with each passing second and the paste traveling in thick globs, not unlike the cum his brother had spurted over his face. Second by second, his stomach expanded into a fat curve which Joshua gave a testing rub beside his mother's hand. Her hand shifted upwards slightly, holding onto Daniel's back near his shoulder blades as she wriggled the nozzle in a bit deeper for the last several spurts of fattening goop.

"Mmm, much better. So soft and plump..." He whispered, smiling weakly at his mother who only have a small nod before a sharp prick broke the skin of Daniel's ear and made him jump and cry softly. Once he'd been tagged, she set him on the table, giving a small pat to his toosh before she extracted a thick fashion catalogue from a nearby. The magazine gave a dull thump as it hit the table and she leafed through it, gesturing for Joshua to join her.

"It's always best to leave the fur undyed, its more expensive that way and also lasts longer. So I like to check and see what fashion trend his patterns will work with." She explained, looking down at Joshua's pale face while she turned to a page with fur wraps.

"There, see." She gestured to the picture to the even tone of coloring through the entire wrap and then ran her fingers down Daniel's side. "Both of the colorings remain steady through the whole piece."

Joshua bobble headed in response, peering with a questioning gaze at the raccoon on the table before giving his a testing pet. "I feel like his fur is so soft it should be for something people would touch more." He advised, smiling when Hester agreed and started to look for a different section of the oversized text while Joshua petted the stunned, stuffed raccoon, fondling his huge, almost pregnant looking stomach. The soft pressing on his stomach made Daniel feel a little ill as it forced the massive amount of goop to shift around inside him and he tried to squirm away, to no avail. Though once Hester had found a page now with fur gloves, Joshua went back to studying the pages and left Daniel alone.

"I think he'd make a good pair of gloves!" Joshua exclaimed eagerly before his hand curled around and stroked down the length of Daniel's tail, making the 'coon jerk it away and try to sit atop it for protection though with his fat stomach it made him clumsy and his cheek grazed the table when he tucked the tail beneath him.

Before responding to Joshua, Hester bent at the waist towards Daniel, smirking slightly. "Do you want to be a pair of gloves, little guy?" She crooned, falling into a voice reserved for babies and excited dogs. "Do you? Do you wanna be gloves?" Daniel felt his skin melt with a blush while he tried to hide his face down against his paws which only made the pair aww at him and deepened the blush down his neck. Once the raccoon was hiding his face, Hester straightened back up and looked at Joshua.

"I think you might be right and his tail can be a keychain " Her fingers coiled around his tail, twisting it slowly from side to side and making his butt squirm on the examination table. All the motion also forced his tail up, exposing his pucker to the cool air and making him squeal. As though his asshole had reminded her off it, Hester jerked a thumb to a storage bin behind her. "While we have him here, we better give him that suppository for that virus going around."

For a moment, Joshua seemed confused before remembering the nasty thing that a bad mink had recently spread through their compounds inhabitants. He nodded and scurried behind the examination table to prepare the drug.

Turning back to the table, Joshua set out a pair of rubber gloves and the small packet with the torpedo shaped drug. Hester offered up a small smile as thank you before picking up the gloves. The faint powder of cheap, disposable rubber gloves flecked onto the table by Daniel's nose and his blood ran cold.

"Wait, what's a suppository? That's not a shot?! Oh my god..." Daniel writhed on the table, claws scratching down into ridges from hundreds of claws before him on the aged woven rug meant to make the examination table more comforting.

"Joshua, hold him." Hester commanded, falling into business mode when faced with a medical procedure. Her hand wriggled into a glove and the ring for her wrist snapped into place on her skin with an ominous echo.

"Nonononononononono...." Daniel cried to himself, but the only sounds escaping where pained whimpers of anticipation that both humans above him ignored. Joshua, in accordance to his mother's command, had donned a thick pair of protective gloves to block claws and teeth, before he pressed a hard grip down on the creature's midsection, forcing Daniel to go flat against the examination table. The raccoon thrashed on the table, tail flopping side to side madly as panic sped through his bloodstream.

"They are not going to do this. This is not happening, not happening, not happening..." A hand pushed harder on Daniel's waist and sent a soft squeak of fright out of his lips. "Oh god, it's happening! It's happening!" His butthole clenched tight in fearful preparation.

"Look at him. I've never seen a 'coon catch on to what we're doing so fast..." Joshua mused to Hester, who was situated the other glove carefully onto her long, manicured fingernails each with a soft white tip that poked into the gloves.

"You'll have to hold him tightly. Also, lift the tail."

Daniel flinched, whimpering down into the carpet beneath him on the table. A rank stench of nervous piss and cleaner filling his nose. Desperately, he closed his eyes and tried to escaped but the scene around him wouldn't allow it. No matter where he imagined himself; a beach, Mars, an orgy with six sets of twins, he couldn't escape the thought of his mother inserting the plump torpedo into his ass.

While Daniel panicked, Joshua peeled his tail out from between his legs, grazing over his pucker with the pokey, little fur and making a shudder race down Daniel's spine. "All set, Mom."

Hester situated her gloves with one last snap! before she peeled open the packaging of the vaccine and revealed the pale, yellow jelly-like torpedo-shaped pill. The thickest side where it was blunt was just over one half an inch long, but the entire torpedo was several inches as it tapered to a smooth tip. Faced with the thing, Daniel shivered, whimpering once again.

"Oh hush, little Cooper." Joshua grumbled, squeezing Daniel's body tighter down against the table while two, gloved hands began to shift to his back end, pushing up on his tail before a cold substance touched his pucker.

"Eek!"

"What'd you do?"

Hester chuckled, setting aside the small bottle of water-based lubrication. "Just making my job a bit easier and a bit more pleasant for the creature." She explained patiently before moving back behind the raccoon. Gripping his thigh with one tight, rubberized grip, Hester pushed the blunt side of the torpedo to Daniel's tight star, forcing the muscles to squeeze tighter in reflex.

"Isn't that backwards?" Joshua questioned, watching with obvious curiosity at the slow stretch of Daniel's miniature asshole.

Hester continued to push the blunt shape inwards, but looked up to explain. "Studies have show the suppository is more effective when the blunt end is entered first. So that's what we've always done."

Joshua nodded obediently and fell silent once again, leaving the once sound the small pants of the distressed animal while Hester's rubber-y touch grazed his ass and forced the last few centimeters of the pill inside him. Once Daniel felt his asshole begin to clench back down around to close around the pill, he let out a breath of relief. However, in his moment of relaxation, Hester pushed her finger upward, the rubber sliding on the small bit of lube and forcing the suppository up high into his rectum. Daniel stiffened and gave a shriek of surprise, but his a pucker was already stretched wide around her finger, both rings of muscle spasming around her coated finger with his long fingernail grazing the inner walls of his ass.

Then she pulled back, peeled off her gloves, and tossed them into the trash as though nothing had happened. Daniel whimpered into the carpeting, peering up to see Hester riffling through a pile of templates for common gloves shapes.

"You know, Joshua. It's Mrs. Mckinley's birthday in a couple months. Perhaps we can raise the fur for them and then sew them up right here! What better present could an old woman get than something soft and cozy for arthritic hands?"

At the mention of the elderly woman, Joshua blushed slightly, but Hester seemed not to notice so he coughed softly and then nodded, "Yeah, she'd like that."

Hester laid the templates on the table and reached for Daniel, who lay limp and traumatized on the bit of warm carpet, holding the loose skin of his stomach she pulled gently on the skin, stretching it slightly. After a moment toying with the skin, Hester looked up. "Joshua, do you think this skin is flexible enough for a pair of gloves? Will it conform to a pair of elderly hands?"

Joshua shuffled up beside her and added his hands to Daniel's flank, giving the skin a gentle tug before his eyebrow perked up in an arch of questioning ponderance. "Hmm.." He mused, rolling the skin over Daniel's body beneath, stretching it till it whitened beneath the fur coat. Then he released the roll of skin and then pinched it loosely between thumb and forefinger and pulled back, testing how far it would pull off from the body. Daniel squeaked with surprise and jerked away, forcing Hester to tightened her grip on his shoulders.

"I think so, yes."

Hester gave a curt nod. "Well then, let's check to make sure he'll have enough fur. Try these templates." She held out the sheath of hand shapes though they were larger, with additional space for the needed stitching. Carefully, Joshua aligned the handprint with the edge of Daniel's back end, curling it slightly around his thigh but staying over top of the main coat of thick, gray fur. From there, Hester added an additional templates beside, laying the fingers as tight together as they could. Pushing down harder on the template already in place, Joshua attempted to place his second hand of the total four needed for gloves. With a small bit of maneuvering it fit on the 'coons body though Hester's second and the final template stuck with the thumb not quite fitting. "Hmm..might need to make sure he plumps up a bit more." She mused, gesturing to the discarded feed bottle. "Why don't you give him an additional half dosage and add a growth hormone."

Joshua gave a small curt nod before turning to his task, filling the bottle once again with paste and an additional crushed powder made from pellets of growth hormone. Once prepped, the bottle zoned in towards Daniel's lips once again, forcing his teeth apart with a pitiful whine of despair. Despite his thrashing in Joshua's hold, the nozzle pushed deep into his mouth yet again, nudging towards his throat before Joshua began to empty the bottle with a hard, squeezing pressure. At first the goop slide down with some hard swallowing and mild displeasure, but nothing severe until he hit the powdery addition of the growth and he gagged, hard.

Concern splashed momentarily on Joshua's face but a quick reminder from his mother not to waste the expensive growth hormone but letting the raccoon puke it out forced him to jam the nozzle further down and attempt to feed the powder straight down the animal's throat instead.

Daniel whimpered, humiliation at being forcibly held and fed blooming through his gut while he writhed still in Joshua's arms, gagging on the lump of powder. Reaching over, Hester rubbed her fingers along his throat, rubbing the glob of powder down his passageway and alleviating the need to cough it up. When the nozzle finally pulled back, Daniel drooled for a moment onto the carpet, making Hester smirk.

Amused, Hester tweaked the little tag on Daniel's ear and then shoved the 'coon towards Joshua's arms.

"Put him in Section C, set for harvest in two weeks. That'll give him time to fatten up before we make him into a lovely pair of gloves."

At first, confusion clouded his mind, but then realization came in an instant. He'd been tagged with a number! Set to be skinned! To be gloves! A fashion item! With sudden quickness spurred only by adrenalin, Daniel jerked to the side and twisted out of the way, stumbling off the tabling and charging forward. On the edge of his vision, cages swam with wide eyes faces rimmed in black just like his own watching him flee from his pursuing mother. His feet burned with the unfamiliar, rough concrete ripping up the leather of his pads, but he kept up the sprint till a glimmer of sunlight through a small air hole caught his attention. The raccoon threw himself forward, body falling into the hole till his fattened middle section caught, squeezed by the thin passageway. Panting, Daniel squirmed against the hold of the tight space, hearing his mother's footsteps ringing out, closer, closer, and pop! With a hard push Daniel forced himself through the small space just as a hand grazed over his hind paw.

Squeaking with fright and panting hard for excursion, Daniel fled back to Malina's room where she waited, lounging back on her bed. When she spotted him, she perked up but the lack of a medallion made her frown slightly, "I-I didn't find it. I looked in the drawers, under the bed, in the closet. I didn't find anything except porn and then he caught me, took me to mom, I had to run. They were gonna skin me!" The number on his ear bobbed with his nervous motion. Malina laughed, seemingly not fearful for the boy-turned-raccoon's life, though she did carefully extract the ear tag and toss it into the blue trash bin.

"Well, that's that." She wiped her hands on her pants and laid back on the bed. "I'll credit you $75 of your debt for that." She informed him, peeling her socks down with the slowness of socks soaked with sweat from hard work. The upper hem of her sock started to roll down her ankle, slowing when it hit her heel. She had to bend her knee in order to work the soaked garment down further till it rushed off the arch of her foot like it was a ramp and then dropped to the floor in a tight roll. "I'll add another 75$ if you help..." Her foot stretched out, "I worked very hard during the hockey semi-finale today and I need some relaxation."

Barely pausing, Daniel compared licking her feet to the rest of the things he'd experienced before he shuffled forward and nuzzled his muzzle into the arch of her foot. Her scent was thick, tangy with sweat though not the same musk stench as Joshua had been. Small as it was, her foot seemed dainty, stretched with toes pointed out to him. Each toenail was carefully cut, curved smoothly and painted a deep blue. Though, each big toe had a streak of yellow in accent.

"Do you like the polish?" Malina asked, smiling down with a rather amused glimmer in her eyes while she absently fluffed the pillows behind her, giving her a fluffy cushion to lean on.

With a blush hidden beneath the gray of his fur, Daniel gave a small nod. His eyes peeked up at her over the top of her foot. His nose grazed between her toes, sucking in the scent with sheepish greediness.

Again, Malina smiled. "The team got pedicures together in celebration of making it to finals. We all got them like this." Her foot stretched a little, rubbing Daniel's nose further between her toes while Malina giggled slightly with the wet tickles from his nose. "Now then, get to work."

For a moment, the racoon didn't move, till a small nudge of her foot rubbed it to his chin and her big toe ducked down to push to his bottom jaw, trying to wriggle into his mouth. Daniel felt his sheath swell faintly at the salty taste when her toe peeked into his mouth; the salty tang of her sweat just barely hinted at his tongue but the scent of her doubled in his focus. Intrigued with the taste, he pulled back which caused a slight glare from Malina above until he pushed his tongue back out and tentatively licked at her toe, flicking between them curiously. He was rewarded with the salty zest of her sweat again before her foot pulled back and she rubbed her sore sole to his tongue, forcibly suggesting a new location.

Daniel flushed but complied with a weak lick to her sole where the skin was rougher, though still soft from a fresh pedicure. His tongue worked up hard into the muscle, trying to loosening the ache there. Steadily, her ground his tongue up into her heel- even playfully nipping once when her toe had nearly poked him in the eye. The nip had gotten a giggle out from the teenaged girl, but then had rewarded him with a small push in the face with her foot, moving him to the opposite one. There, he repeated his massage on her heel.

Then his tongue stretched out and stroked up the length of her foot, paused to flick against her toes and curl between them, even suckling her small pinky toes between the soft sides of his mouth. Her taste reminded him of potato chips in its salty tint and he licked eagerly for the addictive flavor.

"Mmm..." She crooned, eyes falling shut as she concentrated on the ministrations he gave, soft slurps filling the air as he lapped up at her feet. Daniel fell into an easy rhythm, listening to her lulling breathing while he switch from foot to foot, coating the arch in a streaking layer of saliva while her pink toes puckered with wetness. Each additional lick sent a path through the saliva already coating both feet, as though she'd put on a layer of lotion. From there, once his licking only added to the mess of spittle forming on her skin he shifted to her toes.

With all focus on the small, plump toes Daniel pulled one into his mouth, like he'd done curiously with her pinky toes and began to suckle as if it was a teat. Instantly, Malina gave a soft gasp from where she lay above him and his mouth tightened further, suckling harder. Another whimper of delight left the girl and Daniel continued, switching between toes with a gaping mouth, ready to continue his eager suckling till at last Malina pulled her foot back.

"Mmm... that was excellent..." Malina sighed out, looking down at her brother-turned-raccoon with a small smile before she stretched one leg up to soothe the locking in her knee and Daniel caught a glimpse of a circle of dampness in the crotch of her thin tights, the soft scent of her arousal even touching his nose. Squirming upwards, he moved to lick her there as well but a foot trapped him down to the bed. "Nuh uh uh. Reformed 'coons only." She scolded.

Daniel couldn't mask the bit of surprise he felt at the scolding, but pulled back nonetheless, silently pondering his pleasure at already alleviating half of his debt. However, his pleasure at that information soon turned to fright when his mother called them for dinner. "What will she think? I'll be dead as soon as I'm transformed!" He squeaked, giving Malina his wide eyed look of fear.

A hand waved at him, dismissive. "Don't worry. I'll tell mom that you're staying over at a friend's house." For a moment, relief relaxed the raccoon before a fresh call forced Malina to leap off the bed, charging off with a cry of "Coming, Mother!" and sending Daniel tumbling off the bed in the process.

Laying on his back on the floor, listening to faint sound of his family, seemingly normal but as he was learning exceedingly strange, Daniel felt distant from them. His eyes drooped shut, drifting off until Malina returned with a thud of the door closing. "Come on into bed, Daniel. Tomorrow is the finale of the hockey competition and I need my sleep since someone deprived me of all the money I needed for new equipment so I'll have to work extra hard to ensure the win." The girl crossed the room, watching Daniel scramble up the side of the bed while she fished out a pair of short shorts and a loose t-shirt, plastered with some statement about strong women.

"No peeking!" She snapped at him, tossing a blanket over his head before she bent and peeled her tights towards the ground. However, through the blanket Daniel could see the outline of her body, shapely hips and strong, toned legs as she undressed and redressed in her pajamas for the night. Once again his cock gave a small throb, making his blush and wince with humiliation that his mother and brother had already made him orgasm and now his sister was turning him on. From behind the blanket, Daniel watched as she shimmied into the miniature pair of shorts that were tight to her rounded bubble butt and stripped off her tank top to replace it with the loose t-shirt. Once she was dressed, she joined him on the bed with a drooping pair of eyelids. Her expression was almost soft as she patted at her stomach and invited the raccoon up to keep her warm.

"Come 'ere" She mumbled, snuggling her cheek down into the pillow while Daniel nudged the bottom of her t-shirt and crawled inside, soft fur rubbing over her smooth skin before he settled with his nose poking out and his head laid between her breasts, soft and smooth whenever she shifted and they rolled slightly into him.

At first, she seemed surprised by his positioning, but didn't complain as his warm tail tickled over her crotch in a slow waggle and the heat of his furred stomach laid against her own and acted as a heated blanket to lull her into sleep.

Comforted by the strange, yet cozy position Daniel felt his own eyes drooping into a closed position while his breathing slowed into occasionally dances of air across Malina's chest as she slept beneath him.

Together, for the first time in their lives they went several hours without bickering as they slept peacefully stacked on Malina's bed, but the next morning came early and they awoke to the bleeping of Malina's alarm beside the bed.

"Uhh... Rise and shine." She groaned while extracting the bundle of fur out from her shirt and shuffled to shower, leaving Daniel looking groggily around the room. For a moment, he thought the entire memory of the day before had been a dream. Testing his memory, he inched to the floor length mirror to see himself and frowned slightly. The entire thing hadn't been a dream. His face was still soft and furry in a soft gray with the dark black mask around his eyes. He was still short, squatted down to the size of a small woodland wanderer. With a little sigh, he stared at himself, lost in reliving the day before...

"Come on, Daniel!" Malina barked suddenly, breaking his trance as she snatched him up by the scruff of his neck and shoved him into the opening of her hockey bag onto a bedding of jersey's and clothing. Helpless inside the bag, Daniel suffered the massive swinging arm strokes of his sister as she raced down the stairs to the car where the family piled in to drive off and support her sport!

Once in the car, Daniel sat silent while around him, they took advantage of his absence.

"I can't believe your brother didn't come home for your game. I'm sorry, sweetie." Hester complained, looking back at her daughter from the passenger seat with a sympathetic smile.

"He's probably hiding from us because we won't buy him a Playsport 4!" Their father joked, laughing madly at his own jab while pulling out from the driveway.

"Yeah! If anything he should get an Xbox One!" Joshua added, looking pleased with himself for contributing.

"A what? A Sex pot? Joshua!" Hester cried, the rumble of the engine covering Joshua's wording.

"Joshua wants a sex pot? Joshua!? No son of mine is going to be some sexual freak!"

Malina cleared her throat, "Dad, you do know that sexpot just means a woman who has sexual appeal, right?"

For a moment, crackling silence filled the car before an awkward pair of chuckles leaked back from the front of the car. "Well, Joshy you're still too young to be thinking about woman who've got sex apples."

Malina blinked and then shook her head, while Joshua chuckled to himself. "Our parents our deaf..." He mumbled, giggling while they found a parking space at the sport's dom and piled out.

Hauling her gear out, Malina spied the player entrance and headed towards it, calling back to her parents and brother, "Thank you guys for coming!" Then, she jogged off towards the door leaving her father blushing while he leaned into Hester's side, "How does she know what we did last night?" To which the older woman smacked him, glared, and walked into the building not bothering to correct 'cumming' back to 'coming.'

Inside, Malina placed her bag strategically near the arena so that the raccoon within could peek out and watch from the open compartment of the side pocket. And watch he did, with the same rapt attention as the entire crowd since he knew a good game would do nothing but help his situation.

In the beginning, the game started off well, of the four teams in play Malina's was striding forward to appear as though they would take the trophy. However, part way through, one of the captains from Downtown United tackled her to the ice, cold residue spraying into her face while the crowd gasped in unison at the sign of exciting, yet horrible brutality. A scowl started on her lips, visible even through the cage of her helmet and even while her team one each consecutive game, the final match remained with Downtown United and revenge glittered in the girl's eyes as she gathered her bag and Daniel for the short break beforehand.

"Sneak down into the Downtown locker room during break, bring me that nasty captains socks and panties! Quick!" She informed Daniel before tossing him towards the stairwell where he half fell and half raced towards the locker rooms, claws clicking with dramatic force of the tiled flooring. At the door to the locker room he hesitated, peering in to see girl's peeling off their gear for a refresher shower, nude bodies criss crossing in and out of his vision. Both eyes went wide while he dove in, giggling coming from the showers. Spotting the captain's jersey laid over a bench, Daniel bench beneath it, sniffing till he found the sweaty scent of socks and bit down to pull them out, the taste poisoning his lips until he added the panties and the sweat of the socks intermixed with the tangy scent of leaked arousal that left Daniel racing back up the stairs with an erection bobbing down to hit the tile on each step.

Back in front of Malina, Daniel watched with wide, peering eyes while she tugged a miniature baggie of a powdery substance out from her pocket. "Itching powder..." She explained, smirking. "This will guarantee my revenge and our win." With the socks filed, Malina carefully massaged the powder into the panties, taking care to center it where the poor girl's vagina would rub up against.

"She won't be tackling so effectively anymore..." Malina beamed at her handiwork and shoved the pile of goods to the raccoon once again, "Good, now bring them upstairs before anyone notices their missing! And there goes another $75 of your debt! Go! Go!"

Daniel raced back up the steps, claws clicking once again with the rush of adrenalin pounding the blood in his ears in time with each step before he charged back into the dressing room and returned the garment to their place beneath the jersey. With his task complete, rather than hurry back to his place in the bag, Daniel hid between the garbage can and the wall, peering out in the dressing room with attentive interest as the girls began to return from the showers. The first, a petite blonde but with strong, compact thighs had a towel wrapped around her body and dripping wet hair, plastered to her face as she moved quickly to her clothing. The second, however, had no such modesty and wore her rationed towel around her hair leaving her body on display. Both breasts bounced with each step, full and round as honeydew melons each while her broad hips looked ripe for childbearing. Daniel felt a familiar warmth through his groin, but he welcomed it, grinding slightly forward into the crack of the garbage can and wall in front of him. The girl, with her towel on her head, paused at her locker and rubbed her hands over her breasts, whimpering back to a friend. "Ugh, I hate wearing sports bras. They get so uncomfortable!" The other girl crooned out sympathy and appeared into view, she too was nude without even a towel on her short pixie hair cut. She was lithe, with obvious power in her legs and abdomen, but not an ounce of fat. Even her breasts where small, tight with little pearly nipples poking out in the cool air.

"Come 'er, you poor woman..." Pixie Cut crooned, holding out two petite hands for the larger girl's jugs and eagerly pulling them into a friendly massage. Daniel nearly squealed with the sudden throb in his cock at the sight. Like live porn, the two gave their breasts a slow, patient rub down while more girls began to flood the area, one redhead in particular pouncing on the massaging pair.

"Hey now! What did I say about being a lesbian without me!?" She demanded, grinning broadly while she gripped both of their butts in a dominant squeeze and kissed Pixie Cut's cheek. Intrigued and desperate for more, Daniel crept closer to the trio of nude girls. With playful hands, the redhead had pulled Pixie Cut's tight bottom cheeks apart with her grip on one side and the small ass cheek revealed what was hidden between her thighs. Daniel snuck carefully closer, skirting on the edge of the room where the shadows would hide him till he ducked into a locker on the ground level, left carelessly open only inches away from Pixie Cut's feet. From his hiding place, the view of the girls was intense.

With redhead's groping touch, the lithe blonde's tight pink sex peered down at Daniel. Wet from the shower, her smooth lower lips and her small, tight pucker glistened with liquid. Daniel locked his eyes onto the sight, nearly gasping as the redhead, named Rina as a squeal from Pixie Cut revealed, slowly ran her finger between the other girl's sex. A long fingernail teased at the other girl's clit, flicking against the little joy buzzer. Daniel's cock ached, bouncing to his stomach and bobbing in the air when he bent over to get a look beneath Pixie Cut at the other, more womanly figured girl.

Rina was teasing her as well! Though instead of her sex, her finger circled around the girl's tight pucker, just starting to push inside and forcing the ring of muscle to weaken and give up its tight grip, but then retreating and repeating with a long, slow circle around while the girl's knee's wobbled. A deep heat started in Daniel's gut, spreading through and congregating in his groin. The pressure in his balls ached with its intensity.

"Rina, you tease." Pixie Cut whimpered, leaning into the girl's shoulder and licking up the curve of her neck, summoning a pair of lips to lock onto her own with a bubblegum pink tongue flashing into the open mouthed kiss. Daniel stiffened. Precum spattered over the wall of the small locker he was in. Nervous with his growing arousal, Daniel jumped back, stepping onto an Iphone hidden in the small locker.

"Eek!" He squeaked to himself, to quiet to interrupt the lesbians outside. Another spurt of pre escaped, painting over the screen of the phone and pooling in the home button. Both eyes flew open and he scurried back to the door, hoping to catch more action. However, Rina had pulled back with a teasing smirk.

"But that's for later, ladies. Right now we've got a game to win!"

A chorus of agreement came out and girls began to dress, a flurrying of motions making tits shaking, pussies winking in short flashes, and butts jiggle with each movement of anticipation. Realizing they'd be leaving soon Daniel raced back to his hiding place, leaving the vandalized phone in its locker glimmering with liquid-y precum.

Once settled back in his hiding place, Daniel soaked in the sight until suddenly a butch looking janitor pushed open the door. "Just collecting trash..." The he-she excused before ambling towards the trashcan where Daniel was hidden.

"Fuuuuuck!" He squeaked, seeing his life, mostly being the last ten minutes of nude girls, flash before his eyes before the trashcan was moved and he darted towards the door to a chorus of screams. Faintly, as he charged back up the steps to his place in Malina's bag, Daniel could heard someone cry out, "Guys, my pussy itches?!"

Malina seemed confused at how long he took, but she didn't have a moment to question him before the teams were streaming back onto the ice with the blades of the skates glinting beneath the lights and the screams of the crowds absolutely mad, most likely from the amount of sugar consumed during the break time, but mistakenly from their excitement for teenage hockey! From the stands, Malina could even hear her father shouting, "Go Malina! Boo on Downtime UNeedIt!" to which she grimaced, tucked her head, and skated harder towards her starting position on the opposite side of the rink. Even from that side though, she could hear the complaints of the parents sitting around her own on the Downtown United's side of the arena.

With a blow horn, the game began with the puck flying away from the captain of Downtown while she writhed on her skates, a hand fluttering to her thigh as though to scratch the itch that burned against the lips of her vagina. Her skating was sloppy, increasingly so as her feet began to crawl with the need to throw off her skates and socks and furiously tear the top layer of skin off.

Part way through the game, Downtown United was huffing and growling with frustration while Malina's team stared up at a score of 48- 2 on the bright scoreboard above them. When the game at last finished, Downtown had scraped by with an additional 6 points while Malina herself had scored an additional 12 giving them a final score of 88-8 a solid eighty point win.

Carting the trophy out to the car, Malina scolded her father for his catcalling, but most of all just beamed with pride for her team. Daniel, utterly forgotten, was shoved beneath the seat within her bag- trapped with her sweaty clothes.

Like in Joshua's room before, the scent was thick as pudding, clogging his nose with it even when he tried to escape it. With his mouth open to avoid the scent, it was so strong he could taste her sweat. Within the first minute of the car ride, Daniel felt his cock slip out from his sheath, throbbing with each deep inhale of the intoxicating, maddening cocktail of stink and arousal that surrounded him. Outside in the car, their voices were hazy and distant as though he lacked the brain power to hear them.

Images from the locker room flooded back, tainted with the scent of his sister. The scent of her sweat mixed with the memory of her taste and the memory of the circle of liquid forming on her shorts, the thought of her arousal brought a fresh rush of need to the previously pent up raccoon. The locker room had only further tortured his need, teasing him to the brink and then leaving him still racing up the stairs with his cock bobbing in the air, needy and unsatisfied. Now he was once again completely out of his sheath, cock rubbing into his belly and a bedding of soft clothing, soaked through with sweat worked up while skating through the arena, but there was another scent.

Curiosity and arousal forced Daniel to sift through the garments, his nose pushed out a shirt and some shorts, a couple of socks and a stocking cap from his way before the different scent grew stronger and he shoved his nose right into the crotch of his sister's panties. A gasp left the 'coon as her scent overwhelmed his senses and he pulled back. The panties were twisted inside out with the insides facing him, a spot from his nose drawn in a thick smear of liquid arousal that left the fabric glistening and aromatic. His breathing wobbled as he tried to escape the scents. Sweat and cum, so unlike Joshua's yet still so torturous. Frantically, Daniel writhed in the bag, climbing back through the clothes till he'd pressed into the zipper of the top.

Then desperate to breathe in something fresh, Daniel squirmed out from the opening of the bag and onto the garbage littered floor beneath the car seats where he needily sucked in the scent of year old french fries and spilled coffee and let his cock go limp with the cool blow of the air conditioning from the floor vent.

The house seemed to come abruptly, but when they stopped Hester, Joshua, and Malina all filtered out but John stayed seated with one arm dropping out of the window. "Hester! I gotta go grab some more 'coon food and more nail file refills! I'll be home in a jiffy!" he explained. Daniel stiffened and looked to leap from the car, but the door slammed before he'd even extracted himself from the massive dust bunny attempting to butt fuck him like this was a jail cell. Defeated, he slumped down on a bed of spilled gummy worms and waited for his father to run his errands, but instead of the familiar supply store, the car rolled to a stop of Jo-Jo's Pawn Shop "Broke? Jobless? I don't know! If you need money, just ask Jo!" Intrigued, Daniel climbed up onto the seat and dove out of the open window, following his father into the pawnshop like a second shadow.

"Back again, John? I thought your girl had a big hockey game today." The owner, presumably Jo, greeted.

"Yeah, I did. But it's over now." John shoved both of his massive, meaty hands into the pockets of his jeans and looked towards the counter. His hair, cut short seemed to try and cover his eyes as he avoided the gaze of the pawnshop keeper. Even his broad, tall back slumped forward with some shameful regret.

"So you back again for more smokes? You know your wife doesn't approve." Jo shook his head, as though he didn't approved of double crossing a wife. From his hiding place, Daniel's jaw went slightly limp. His father had "quit" smoking nearly seven years ago! His mother hated it because it wasted so much money and was 'just plain gross! Try kissing your cigarette and see how I feel!'

John ignored the shopkeeper and strode the rest of the way up to the counter, opening a small baggie before dumping the contents on to the counter, soft clinks of the jewelry and things hitting the glass echoing out. With the eventual purchase of cigarettes increasingly closer, John looked less shameful and met Jo's eyes with a small smirk, almost proud of himself. Daniel hurried to shift his vantage point to see what things John was selling. A few unfamiliar gold items glimmered up from the glass, including a long necklace with a elephant pendant, a bracelet etched with something over the curve, the missing half piece of the medallion, and even Hester's wedding ring!

"I know! She doesn't allow me to get direct cash without checking it first. Now gimme some paper money, Jo."

Still shaking his head in judgement, 'Jo' rang up the transaction, weighing the things on a small dish and naming a wildly low price for them. John complained weakly, raised the price a bit, but gave up easily and took the pathetic offer before carefully pocketing the bills and trotting towards the drug store across the street, pure nicotine lust gleaming in his eyes. Spotting his chance, Daniel threw himself towards the little bin where Jo had set the items, scooping up the medallion in his teeth before he charged towards the car, just in time to scramble up with his father's cigarette-distracted footsteps and tunneled beneath the seat for safety, medallion clutched in his teeth.

The drive home was silent except for the needy huffing of John on his purchased cigarette, the cheap, unmarked paper littering the floor with leaked ash even though the man leaned a ridiculous distance out the window to keep the cigarette from leaving his lips except for when absolutely necessary. Daniel stayed silent and hidden until they entered the garage and he charged out of the car, racing towards the stairs and not pausing till he'd stumbled onto Malina's rug, huffing as the half of the medallion clinked onto the floor beside him.

From her spot by her shelf, fondling her freshly earned trophy, Malina gasped at the sight of the gold jewelry piece. "Oh thank goodness! Grandma gave me that, you know? When I was like... three." Malina grew wistful for a moment and sunk to the ground beside Daniel, giving his back a slow pet while he drooled into the carpet. "She said it would help me take care of myself and my brothers, my siblings but I only have brothers." She paused and met Daniel's eyes, which were just starting to flutter back open. "How'd you find it? Where were you? I looked in my bag and you were gone!"

Daniel gave a small apologetic nod before he launched into the story of his car ride to spy on his father, learning of his sustained smoking habit, their mother's snatched and sold wedding ring, and eventually his return with the prized medallion piece. Malina looked somber at the news for their mother, but looked at her lap for a moment as the story finished.

"I can't punish Dad like I did you, for stealing. I'm only responsible for you and Joshua, my brothers. Mom is responsible for dad, since they're partnered." She started to lift herself off the carpet, patting Daniel's head gently. Then she excused herself to their parent's bedroom, where Hester was reading a book with a mud mask smoothed over her skin and her hair pushed back with a wide headband. Once her mother was informed, she hurried back to her bedroom, sitting back down with Daniel while he filled in the details of sneaking into the locker room, even divulging how he stayed behind to spy on them, though he focused on the captains cry of "My pussy itches?!" more so than the nude bodies he'd enjoyed. She listened with rapt interest and the two fell into a peaceful existence together for the time being, that was until the fighting started downstairs.

"YOU WORTHLESS PIECE OF FUR-BREEDING FUCK!" Hester screamed once she'd caught John downstairs. The sound of her voice was so loud, the windows of the kitchen seemed to shake in their places, glass weak. "You sold our wedding rings for a smoke? I cannot believe this! How fucking retarded are you!? Without that ring I don't even have to stay with you! I could go fuck every man on the street while you stay here and make love to that-that... Death stick!" A guttural cry of rage left the woman before the sound of her fist pounding down onto the kitchen table rattled the piece of furniture on the floor.

"I would have to sell anything if you would just trust me with some of the finances you know! You don't have to be such a controlling bitch on the time! You're not always right! Sometimes other people can make their own choices! I am NOT A TODDLER!" John's voice too pushed the walls to their limits in an attempt to contain the sound, but it was easily audible from upstairs and most likely from across the street as well.

"I should TRUST you? Really? I should? Since you know you'd make such good choices in racing out and buying cigarettes?! What does that teach our children!? Do you want Danny up there, hunched over his like Playpole 4 and sucking on a fag? Do you want Malina to quit hockey because she can't skate with her dead lungs from her smoking habit, or the second hand smoke you'd produce with those cancerous crutches!? How about Josh? Do you want Josh up there trying to satisfy his fucked up porn obsession while sucking on a cigarette?"

From across the hall, Malina and Daniel both heard a cry of distress from Joshua's bedroom: "How does she knoooooow?"

While downstairs her outrage continued unobstructed, "the poor kid's already dumb enough to think I don't check his history, do you think he could hide a cigarette addiction from anyone?"

Joshua sighed audibly, "Fuck."

Yet Hester continued, "You are so worthless to me right now! You have failed me as a husband! As a friend you have failed! As a father you have failed! As an intelligent lifeform you. Have. Failed! Do you hear me John! Do you?"

Foolishly, the man spoke up in his own defense, "Hester, if you would just listen-"

"Oh!? I should listen!? Like you listened when I told you to STOP FUCKING SMOKING!? Just like that good listening!? Okay then JOHN, I'm Lis-ten-ing!"

Her voiced echoed through the hall, but still John didn't wave the white flag of surrender. "What a fucking idiot..." Malina commented, making Daniel chuckle.

"Hester! Shut your pie hole for a minute! I smoke because you're fucking insane! You're so stressful!"

"That's not what you were saying last night, John! You liked me last night, John! Is that because I'm not good for anything but anal and stealing from!? Is that was this marriage is, John? Anal and thievery! I should have listened to my mother! You are so worthless! You need to be taught! You need to learn a lesson!"

John raised his voice, started to speak but then nothing followed but loud, retching squeaks of fright. Pounding footsteps followed up the length of the stairs till Malina's bedroom swung open and revealed Hester, holding up a limp, female raccoon with a bright pink collar coated in obnoxious, glittering gems and a coating of glitter.

"You father needs a lesson." She stated, seeing Malina on the rug with Daniel-the-'Coon "So did Daniel, yes?"

Malina blushed faintly, still replaying the argument from downstairs while her mother continued on. "John, your father, needs to spend a few weeks learning his lesson in rehabilitation carrying a litter of new shoes for some fur to buy me a new wedding ring, if he's lucky enough that I desire to continue wearing one and announcing that I'm married to the worthless sack of misunderstanding and premature ejaculation..." She sighed as though she'd truly failed in life and then met her daughter's eyes once again. Her eyes were expectant, placing John on the ground with the strong scent of a female in heat. Malina fidgeted, understanding what her mother was suggesting as she set Daniel carefully down behind the female. Instantly, once the scent hit his nose, Daniel felt his cock begin to throb and swell out from his sheath, the pink tip breaking into the light within seconds. The rest of his cock quickly followed, bobbing against his stomach while he inched forward towards his former father. Even with two eyes wide and filled with humiliation, John-turned-sow, her tail was upturned to show her needy cunt. Her lips yawned slightly open, glistening with wetness already and thick with the scent of her constant need. Her sex oozed constantly with lubrication, ready to be bred, fucked, filled with cum and kits.

Timidly, Daniel crept forward, eyeing the glistening pink of her sex while the scent washed over him, urging him to mount, to hurry, to get started, but he stayed slow, easing his tongue out to taste the female. Once he'd tasted the tangy arousal, his tongue quickly lashed out again, drawing out needy little whines from John while Daniel's cock bobbed madly, needing to be used. Finally feeling unable to wait another second, Daniel jumped up and bucked out with his hips but a hand grasped his scruff and caught him, pulling his tip away from where it kissed at his father's sex.

"I'm sorry, mom. Daniel's already made his amends. You take a male from the compound or something."

Hester blinked with confusion.

Daniel blinked with confusion.

Hester slowly started to smile.

Daniel slowly started to die inside.

Proud of her daughter, Hester swelled happily with the knowledge that her daughter's revenge was under control and that she was satisfied. And most of all, that her relationship with her brother might from here on out be more positive overall.

Cock blocked from sex with his own father, Daniel was reeling with confusion, disgust, and debilitating arousal that made his balls feel on the edge of explosion. His head literally spun around the room when he glanced down at his cock, inflamed and throbbing madly.

"Sure, sweetie..." Hester crooned, still beaming at her daughter proudly. Then to her husband-turned-animal, "Come on, Honey, we'll find you some new friends downstairs..." With a tight grip, the woman began to drag her husband by the bejeweled pink collar back down the stairs, words of abuse following the raccoon all the way down the stairs.

"Look it that. Our children are coming together and you're missing out on it. You're missing out on it because you're a worthless waste of my time, and my love, and my uterus! I hope they break your vagana! I hope they rip it open! I bet you're wishing you could do the same to me aren't you? You never will though because your penis is just as worthless as you are! That tiny midge! It probably didn't even transform when I changed you into a raccoon! It just stayed nonexistent and you grew a vagina instead!" The front door slammed loudly but her voice still wafted up faintly from outside.

"I almost told you I wished you were dead, but I don't. I wish you suffering. I can't believe you sold my wedding ring. I'm going to sell your signed Playboy, but its not worth shit since your brother signed it as a joke, you gullible fuckhead."

Then her voice trailed off with the slam of the compound door out in the back yard and only Joshua's faint mumbling could be heard. "How... to... delete... internet... history..." He mumbled to himself, presumably while he typed the search into Google.

At last, Malina turned her attention to Daniel with the medallion cupped between her hands to hold the two pieces together and he began to change back. First his height returned while his fur began to fall off, piling on the rug while his ears reformed into the bare form of human ears. His fingers slowly became his own again and he bent them, one at a time and then carefully all at once with the thumb pending over the others, nice and fat again with no claws pricking his skin. He held his sister's gaze while he changed, until he realized the fur was leaving him in his bare skin, completely nude as his sheath transformed once again into a plain groin, leaving his still aroused cock bouncing to his flat stomach.

Turning on his heel, he mumbled a "thank you" and attempted to flee towards his own bedroom for some clothes, but before he reached the door a tug from his butt pulled him back. A tail! It hadn't changed back and Malina had it clenched in her hand her fingers crossed over two familiar black stripes through the gray fur he'd grown almost accustomed to having! "I will need to keep a close eye on you so you don't follow in dad's footsteps. You'll have to sleep in my room tonight!"

Daniel flushed thinking of his nudity while his sister pulled at his tail and forced him to stand without a shred of clothing inches from her, but gave a small nod of agreement before he nodded towards his bedroom, testing out his voice tentatively. "Pajamas?"

Malina chuckled, but nodded at him to fetch some while she changed into her own once again. When Daniel returned she was crawling into bed with her long legs on display for a moment, muscles tight before they slipped down beneath the covers, and he followed, slipping to lay by her side and even pulling her closer to him while he laid his head on her chest, using her a pillow just as he'd done as a raccoon. Beneath his ear, her heart beat softly, almost soothingly and his eyes sunk shut to enjoy the the peaceful moment with her heart beneath his ear and her hip beneath his cupped hand.

Once they fell silent together, the sound from outside drifted in. Loud, screaming howls mixed within desperate whines filled the night air along with catcalls from Hester: "Only 12 more to go, John!" If they listened closely, the wet shelck of a pussy giving way to an oversized cock being ploughed in could be heard, almost echoing in the emptiness of the breeding pen.

Together, they winced and Malina chuckled before she snuggled slightly into Daniel's bare chest while his knee bent to press closer to her, grazing her crotch with his knee where he noticed a small taint of wetness on her shorts. Curious, he pressed his thigh up between her legs, making her gasp out in surprise and sending both eyes fluttering open. A soft, pink blush darted across her cheeks and even down her neck.

"She looks cute like that..." Daniel mused, smiling at the sick of her mused, strawberry blonde locks framing her soft, heart-shaped face that was streaked through with a warm blush while her lip tucked behind her teeth shyly.

Daniel nodded his head down, silently asking permission as he pushed the covers off of her lower body, watching as the moonlight illuminated her slender, strong legs and her mini shorts, wet with her arousal through the crotch. Above her waist, her breasts pushed out in a soft swell on her chest, both nipples perked up without the warm blanket keeping her cozy. Like small pearls they forced her shirt out around their pert shape and seemed to glint in the light.

Malina gave a small, timid shudder of anticipation, but gave a small nod. "You are a reformed coon after all..." She mumbled, looking shy and quiet for once as Daniel slowly slid his hands beneath her, peeling the shorts down and off in a coil that dropped down to her ankles easily as her sex came into view. A small patch of hair covered part of it, but her lips were mostly smooth and bare and they parted to show the sweet pinkness of her sex, glistening with need.

Daniel's breath caught in his throat, eyes tipping to Malina with a sudden burst of nervousness as he was faced with her taboo sex. The thought of doing such a thing with his sister both nerve racking and exciting. "Go on, " She urged, smiling sweetly, before admitting "I'm horny after all."

Daniel gave a small grin, feeling just confident enough to smirk up at her before he drew his tongue along her sex, flicking it to her clit with beginner's luck before he nuzzled to her thigh with his warm cheek pressing flush up to her skin, heated with the excess heat wafting off from her sex while her familiar, arousal scent washed in around him. "And I'm just the 'Coon for the job."