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Note: All characters except Pan Taron and Ron are Copyright James M. Hardiman, including Desiree, Natasha, Lori, Onyx, Jim, and Valencia. Pan Taron is the fursona of Philip Bustamante, but remains unprotected as of yet. Ron is a character created by Philip but based on a real person who wishes to remain anonymous. "Furbucks" is a fictitious coffee shop and bears absolutely no resemblance to a certain coffee corporation we all know and love ;).

Part V: Party at the Furbucks

When Ronald and Pan had planned out their scheme to get out of work for 4 days, they had thought the plot would be simple. Bring the Skunkworks girls down to the store, let them pretend to hold them up, mess up the store, and then have them run off into the night. File a falsified police report, let their manager chew them out for not giving them the money, and get a few days off citing mental breakdown. It seemed so simple that nothing could have possibly gone wrong.

Now, Ronald found himself staring down the barrel of a black 35mm handgun at a crazed skunk with a beanie pulled over her head and holes cut out for her eyes. The green irises of Lori's eyes stared back with very real menace and ferocity, but there was something else in them, something he couldn't quite place. Whatever it was, it made him very worried to see her next move. Pan watched in horror as the other two girls encircled him and grabbed both of his arms behind his back.

Lori glanced up at the camera that was behind the counter and grinned. "Where are the other cameras, Puppy? I wouldn't want them to catch me by my picture." Forcing him ahead of her, she brought him around the counter, grabbing a whipped cream bottle as she went. As he pointed out the cameras with a trembling hand, she ran up and covered each with gobs of sticky whipped cream.

Satisfied that she had gotten them all, she pushed him up against the counter next to the espresso machine and ground her hips into his rear. Had it been the other way around, it would have looked like he was getting ready to rape her, but as it was, Ron was beginning to get that feeling anyway. He now recognized the look that had been in her eyes: it was lust, a deep, primal hunger for sex that had taken control of her every thought and action. [It might explain why she's being rough], he thought, [but it doesn't explain the gun]. Either way, she was definitely dangerous at the moment.

"Listen, Pup, those cameras don't have sound, but they can still see through the cream. Let's make this look authentic so you get lots and lots of time off, okay?" [So she DOES still remember this is an act... Well, I guess that's all good, but... OH GOD!] His very thoughts were cut off by Lori licking his ear deeply, and then giving it a soft but very rough nibble. Her free hand roamed down his front past his belly button, coming to a stop at the bulge in his pants, which immediately twitched in response to her caresses. It felt so good that he felt he had to comply with her next order. "Puppy, I want you to make me and my sisters some espresso shots! Do it now, or the otter gets it!" For good measure, she pointed the gun in Pan's direction.

Ron looked over at his friend, who was already being bound to a chair with duct tape. Apparently, Natasha and Onyx had been a little more forthcoming in putting him at ease, because his friend looked a lot calmer than he was. Hearing the word espresso, however, he looked up in panic. As the girls left him to get their drinks, he frantically mouthed "DECAF! DECAF!" Nodding slowly, Ron put his skills to work, pouring 3 decaf espresso shots with a gun pointed to his back and a roaming hand groping his sheath. The shot glasses clattered a little as she started playing with his bulge a little rougher, and as he set the three shot glasses out, he almost shivered at the final grope Lori gave him before letting go. Keeping the gun to his back, she grabbed the shot glass from her side of the counter and chinked the glasses of her sisters in a toast before the three of them knocked their shots back.

The transformation that occurred in front of the two baristas' eyes was almost frightening. While it was true that Ron had given them decaf shots, he had not considered that 1) even decaf coffee still has some caffeine in it, even if it is a negligible amount, and 2) that many of the effects that wild coffee drinkers often feel are the result of a psychological suggestion from their brain that tells them they are supposed to act differently. Now, the two furs were witness to this psychological effect in full force, as they saw the three girls jitter and twitch, writhing about on their feet. Throwing her head back, Lori let out a howl that would have put a werewolf to shame, then rounded on Ron. Within a second, she had pounced upon him, wrapping her legs around his waist in midair, and causing the two of them to come crashing to the ground with Lori sitting on top of Ron's stomach. As he watched, Lori threw the gun down on the counter, and picked up a bottle of whipped cream instead. Throwing off her shirt, she exposed her huge breasts to him, and with a crazed look in her face and her tongue lolling to one side, she squirted a big mound of whip onto them. Without any warning, she leaned in, enveloping his muzzle and face in breasts, fur, and whipped cream. "Mommy wants you to eat up, Puppy. Clean your plate off with your tongue. Now there's a good boy!" Unable to do anything but comply, Ron went to work with gusto, still unsure whether to be hugely turned on or afraid for his life. She wasn't exactly letting him up for air, and her weight on his stomach wasn't helping much either.

He didn't have to wait long for that to change, though, as her hips slid down to his thighs, and her face came down to his. Their muzzles brushed once, and then Lori brought him up in a deep kiss, forcing her slim, soft tongue in to play with his long and nimble one. She kept his face occupied while she undressed him, first ripping off the cumbersome apron, then using a claw to slice open his shirt with a single swipe. Working her way to his pants, she undid the belt, and then roughly ripped the button out of its housing and forced the zipper down in the same motion, ripping them open and then roughly apart. Breaking the kiss, she looked down at the prize she had uncovered, and gave a satisfied growl. "Mrrrr.... Not such a Puppy after all, are you? We'll just see what the other girls have to say about this..." With his arms still cuffed above his head by his ruined shirt and his legs cuffed by the pants around his ankles, Ron was unable to do much of anything as Lori stood up and dragged him around the counter to where the other girls were.

All this time, Natasha and Onyx had been having their fun teasing Pan, taking turns rubbing their crotches on the incapacitated otter's tenting pants and scratching his bare chest from behind. All three looked up from their teasing session to see Lori drag the still senseless dog around the counter and slide him across the tile on his tail. With his boxers pulled down from the friction, all three could see that he was aroused, and had a fully erect 8 inch dog cock laying against his stomach. "Girls, we have our leverage right here! Onyx, I want you to help me ‘interrogate' this pup. ‘Tasha, you go question your prisoner in the back room!"

Onyx whooped and ran over as Natasha grabbed the back of Pan's chair and dragged it through the swinging doors to the back. Natasha gave a longing glance at the beautiful specimen she was leaving behind, but she was looking forward to having Pan all to herself. She dragged him to the back, and within minutes their simultaneous moans could be heard ringing in the small storage space.

Onyx wasted no time in hopping on top of Ron's torso, hiking her skirt up higher on her hips to reveal the fact that she was not wearing panties. Her wet slit came into view, and as Ron watched, still dazed by all that happened so far, she moved her slit down over his meat, straddling it with her slit and rubbing back and forth against his belly. As he looked down his chest at the sight, it reminded him of a very fleshy hot dog being rubbed back and forth in the slit of a wet, pink bun. The tip of his penis throbbed and began to bulge, and he could not help but start to pant. She giggled into his face and gave it a lick. "Sorry, big boy, but it's not going inside there just yet..." With that, she lifted herself up, pulled his penis upright with her hand, and positioned it right up against her puckering tail hole. "I want to have my fun first!" Before he could protest at all, Onyx had plunged her anus down on the stiff dog cock, rolling her eyes to the back of her head and letting her tongue stick out of the side of her mouth as she began to establish a rhythm and went to work sliding his shaft in and out of her.

Ron was at a loss for words as his lubricated shaft was slid in and out of the skunk's orifice, and loved every second. As he began to let his long tongue loll in pleasure, the pungent scent of another female's sex assailed his nose, and he opened his eyes to see Lori kneeling over his head, her slit mere inches from his nose. "Mommy wants to put that tongue of yours to work. Care to taste?" Ron was happy to oblige, and began to lick at her clitoris and outer lips with gusto. Lori brought herself closer and began to rock her hips a little to the rhythm of his stroking tongue. On accident, she brought herself a little too close and her already spread opening came in contact with his cold, wet nose. She jumped a little and gave a sharp intake of breath, but she immediately came up with an idea. She lowered her head down to his and made as if to kiss him, but instead of locking lips, she took his muzzle into hers, and began to lick on it lick it all over. Perplexed, he wondered, for the second time that night, if she was in her right mind. She quickly stopped, though, and released his snout, leaving it dripping and slobbery with her drool and the juices she had already dripped on his face.

"Now take a deep breath, cause you aren't coming up for air for a while!" As she moved her slit back down towards his mouth, he saw what she was about to do, but before he could react to the warning his brain shot him, she had brought her slit down on his nose, then forced it inside along with the rest of his muzzle. He could feel the lips of her slit stretch more and more as she took more of his muzzle inside of her, and she let out a loud gasp as she was finally stopped a good two inches down his muzzle by her hips coming in contact with his forehead, signaling the end of the line. By that point, her lips had been spread to almost the size of a coke can, and she gritted her teeth at the feeling of being stretched so far.

In the initial shock of having his muzzle swallowed by a vagina, Ron let out a drawn out yelp with his jaws closed, causing high frequency vibrations to travel all along his head, throat, and muzzle. Lori relished in the vibrating sensation and rocked her hips more around his muzzle, not realizing what the sound was for. As she looked down, however, she saw Ron's eyes begin to roll and realized that she was about to suffocate him. She rose back off of him half an inch, allowing his jaws to part a fraction and exposing some of his lips. With the sides of his lips still exposed a little, Leif took in a shallow breath, and then huffed into her insides, sending a shiver up her crotch as the hot puff of air went into her quivering insides.

Taking the opportunity to open his jaw a little, Ron got an idea and began to work his tongue out of his mouth. Within seconds Lori was invoking the nave of God, Jesus, and Ronald as Ron's tongue, able to extend almost 2 full inches from his lips, slithered out from between his lips and began to explore the uncharted territories of her cavernous insides. While she had been eaten out before, it was a totally new experience to have such a long, nimble tongue that far down her snatch, and she began to rock again with the pleasure. Ron brushed her g spot once on accident, but noticed the reaction he got out of her, and began to focus his attentions on that rough patch in her inner walls. Lori responded by leaning forward and running her claws along the sides of his chest and resisting the urge to draw blood.

Ron was flying in his ecstasy. [My god] , he thought, Lost in his own ecstasy, it wasn't long before he had his legs drawn up on either side of Onyx and began thrusting into her hot tailpipe of his own accord with his lower half while reaching up with his still-cuffed hands and fondling the fur of Onyx's tail and rump above the waist.

Onyx, for her part, could only handle so much anal sex. As she began to get sore, she slid Ron's shaft out of her anus and inserted it directly into her mouth. Relishing in the taste of herself and Ron's musk mingled, she went to town, working her oral magic and taking all eight inches down her experienced throat. Already, his knot was forming at the bas of his shaft, signaling his coming release. She continued pleasuring him and rubbing her own clitoris, wanting to wait until his knot had grown to a sufficient size that she desired. When his knot had swollen to the size of a small orange, she released his member and raised herself up, steeling herself for the finale. She positioned herself to ride him cowgirl style, and slowly worked his entire 8-inch length into her snatch, moaning as the walls of her vagina stretched and pulled to accommodate the long appendage.

Ron, sensing that Lori was close to her orgasm too, finally forced the t shirt off of his wrists and reached up to grab her rump. Stretching her butt cheeks apart, he took one final breath before forcing his entire muzzle into her opening until it was hilted. Working his snout in and out in a similar fashion, he got a good rhythm going, forcing a deep moan out of Lori. For good measure, he repositioned his hands and brought two of his fingers to her tail hole, first prodding the outside to test her reaction before plunging them inside with relative ease. This proved too much for Lori, who gave one final downward thrust of her hips, taking more of his muzzle than ever before, and howled. In a grotesque imitation of tying herself a male canine's knot, she forced herself all the way down to cover his eyes, catching herself on the ridges of his eye sockets and holding herself there while she came.

In the same moment, Onyx could take no more and gave her final thrust downward, forcing the now baseball-sized knot of his shaft into her with alarming speed. It hurt at first, as her opening suddenly had to accommodate a wider object, but it drover her over the edge and she gasped as shockwave after shockwave of her orgasm coursed through her. Leaning forward, she fell into the waiting arms of Lori, who supported her despite her own orgasm and brought her close into a deep kiss.

Ron could hold back no longer, feeling simultaneously the orgasms of both females around the two most sensitive parts of his body. With a snatch-muffled bark, he thrust his hips upward and sent mounds of sticky seed into Onyx's snatch, filling her to the brim and causing copious amounts to flow out from the tight opening of her vagina.

Basking in the bliss of their simultaneous orgasm, the three continued groping each other and making out. Somewhere in the process, Onyx slipped off of Ron's knot due to the lubrication his seed provided, and Lori stood to keep level with her sister so they could continue to make out. Ron lay spread-eagle on the floor, gasping for breath and feeling his strength drain as the testosterone and adrenaline began to subside and be replaced by fatigue. His last thoughts before he passed out were:

[So GOOD... Tastes so GOOD...].

Ron awoke from his blackout to find himself slumped in one of the easy chairs in the lobby. As his eyes opened slowly, he took in a scene that was puzzling to his eyes. The first thing he noticed that the store was trashed, with merchandise thrown all over the place, coffee beans and whipped cream strewn about the walls and floors, and the machinery in great disarray. Looking towards the counter, he saw the three skunk girls upturning drawers and throwing important paperwork everywhere.

Suddenly, Pan bashed through the door, pushing Natasha ahead of him in a very rough manner. A scuffle was ensuing, and as it pushed out into the lobby, Ron saw the group move away from the camera and towards him. He squirmed in his chair to try and will his stiff body into action, but seeing Ron awake, Pan rushed past him, yelling "Sorry!" as he sent a left hook flying into Ron's temple. Ron blacked out again, his dimming eyes catching glimpses of Pan chasing the girls past him as his vision faded to black for a second

time.

When Ron awoke next, he was still in the chair, but he immediately sensed that the scene had changed entirely. Gingerly opening his eyes, he took in the scene again. The store was bustling with furs of all types: paramedics, policemen, and firefighters all milled about, examining different aspects of the ruined store with vigor. As he glanced to his side, a paramedic who was sitting next to him noticed his consciousness and began to fuss over him, checking him for a concussion, examining his injuries, and trying to call his buddies over to get Ron on a stretcher.

"I'm fine, I'm Fine, I'm FINE! Let go of me! Where's Pan?" The paramedic reluctantly let him up and pointed to the back room. Pan was just walking through the swinging door as Ron looked over, followed closely by his manager and a police officer. Ron's still ringing ears caught the end of their conversation as they walked back towards the lobby.

"...Well I think you boys deserve some time off so you can think this through. You've obviously had a rough night, and your minds must be in a twist. You really do need to consider pressing charges, since those girls attacked you and molested you. The store could really benefit from being able to sue them." Valerie, the store's manager, had her brow furrowed as she tried to convince Pan to see her side. Seeing that her tactics weren't working, she moved to making threats. "Official Furbucks policy is to just give them the money, you know, but since you both were clocked out at the time, I suppose I could write you up for a lot more than that. Corporate won't hear anything about you being an over-achiever and trying to help, though they might be interested you're a masochist for sitting through that um.... ‘torture', as you called it. I really want you to think about changing your mind, or I might just find something else to write you two up for..."

"Ms. Lesboa, this conversation could constitute fraud and workplace harassment, and I could have you arrested right now if I wanted to!" said the Police officer, rounding on the startled weasel. "These boys did a brave thing, and you should be ashamed for threatening their jobs! Son, I think you warrant a good week's vacation. Isn't that right, Ms. Les?" he suggested, giving her a look that belied his own, friendlier threat.

The weasel sighed in resignation. "All right, a week's paid vacation it is. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to get this store cleaned up. Hmm... It's 2 o'clock now... If me and the openers work our butts off, we might be able to open by 8..." She trailed off, going about her duties of haranguing the other officers into vacating her store.

Pan walked up and offered his friend a hand. "I'm sorry I had to bop you," he whispered. "I'll explain as soon as we're away." Ron took the proffered hand, and Pan supported him as he stumbled along the sidewalk, trying to regain all of his senses.

"So what gives, Pan? Where did our plan go awry? Why did that chick have a gun? And what ‘brave thing' did you do while I was knocked out?" Ron asked, darkly.

Chuckling softly, Pan endeavored to give him a brief synopsis of what the girls had told him. "Apparently, while we were trying to make it look like we were about to get robbed, we really WERE. There were three female raccoons waiting around the outside, two equipped with rope and duct tape, and the third carrying a 35mm handgun. When the two groups met, the girls pounced, knocked out the would-be robbers, and picked up their supplies. The whole time, the girls kept those silly beanies on because, to the blurred camera's sight, they looked like 3 raccoons, not skunks. After ‘Tasha and I finished up, she filled me in, and together we dragged the 3 senseless raccoons into the back room, and set up a scene like there was a struggle.

"Once you were finished and passed out, we figured it would be best to continue without you, so we set you in the chair. Then, we carefully choreographed a long scene of the girls trying to rob us, and then me coming out the door and chasing all 3 down. To the camera's eye, I chased them into the back, and then I discreetly let the girls out the back door before phoning the police. We essentially framed the most notorious group of female robbers in history and got laid doing it!"

Ron was stunned at knowing the whole story. They could have easily died tonight at the hands of a group of crazed raccoons, but instead got laid, paid time off for a week, and had made a lot of work for Valerie for once in his life, instead of the other way around. It had been a crazy, scary night, but he knew that without the quick thinking and ability of the girls to stay in character, they would have been caught or worse, and likely be in a bad situation at the moment.

Arriving at Pan's car, they found the windows of the car fogged and dripping. As they opened the door, a fine mist of female scent wafted out of the car, and Natasha stuck her head out as Pan started to climb in. "Sorry, Pan, but we wanted a second round, so we went on without you boys..." Nodding to his friend, Pan climbed into Panama and started the car. Two spots over, Ron smirked and rolled his eyes, still feeling the soreness of his nose and crotch as he opened the door of his rally-tuned '99 Jetta and climbed in. [As I said before, Pan has some crazy tastes in women, man.]

The two cars pulled away from the curb, speeding off into the dark streets of Huntington Beach. They arrived at the girls' hotel a few moments later, and the men resolved to stay the night there (with a little coaxing from the girls). They all stumbled into the room around 2:15, pushed the two queen-sized beds together, and flopped down to sleep. The girls grouped themselves in the middle and began to cuddle as they settled down to sleep. Pan and Ron conversed shortly, making plans to go surfing the next morning around 8, and set their phone alarms before flopping down in the middle of the girls and cuddling in close. Lori and Onyx cuddled up on either side of Ron, and Natasha wrapped her arms, legs and tail around Pan in an embrace. Within 5 minutes, all five furs were asleep, dreaming of the events in store for them over the rest of the week.

TO BE CONTINUED

Author's Note: I hope this made up for all the tension that built in the last installment. What can I say? Lori and Onyx needed some loving too! Any future chapters from here on out will focus on Jamse's characters, as a real fanfic should. Look for another one by the end of the week, since I'm on break.

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE comment. I especially want to know if I did a good/bad/horrible job of writing straight smutt for the first time, and what I could do to improve. I know you have your opinions! Voice ‘em!

-Pan Taron, the surfin' otter.