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"Which one is it?"

Emily snapped out of her euphoria and looked at the buildings passing slowly by, "Oh. You passed it. You can turn left and go around the block."

Bridger followed her directions and they made their way to her apartment. Inside, the horse compared the sparse furnishings to the other squirrel's home and smiled to himself. He put Chester's bag down by the small sofa and sat down, thinking that his legs would be hanging off the end if the squirrels got cozy and they spent the night.

"Get your wet clothes off and I'll put them in the dryer." She caught what she said and giggled to herself as she hurried to her bedroom to tidy up and change out of her work clothes.

"Yes, ma'am!" Chester quickly pulled his clothes off and stood proudly naked with his excitement showing, until he was hit in the face by a shirt. "What's this?"

Bridger leaned towards him and whispered, "Cover up for now."

Chester dropped his clothes and quickly found the bottom of the big shirt to pull over his head, "You're right; give her something to unwrap."

The mustang sighed.

Em checked herself in the mirror, hoping the outfit she quickly chose would be good enough. She brushed her tail down with her paws, spritzed her fur and headed back out. The first thing she noticed was the horse had taken off his shirt. "Oh. Did your clothes get wet, too."

"Um, no." He looked to his friend.

She followed his gaze and noticed his shirt now on the squirrel. She hurried over and picked his clothes up from his feet.

"Oh, you smell nice."

She blushed and smiled, then realized he wouldn't see it. She pulled her courage together and kissed his cheek, then rushed to the door. "I'll take these down to the laundry and be right back." Out the door and down to the basement, she got his clothes started drying, all the while, thinking to herself He's a red. He's in my apartment. He's here for me. He's mine. He's a red. He's my red. Her emotions swung up and down, back and forth, all around as her excitement mixed with anticipation and trepidation. She wanted him so bad, but was scared she would mess it up somehow. She at least had him until his clothes dried.

Back up to her apartment, she found him standing in the same spot she left him. "Um, do you want to sit down?"

"Sure. Show me where."

She took his arm and led him around the sofa to sit by his friend, then sat beside him. She quickly noticed the tent in his lap and smiled; she knew it was for her.

"I really like your scent. I didn't notice it at the diner."

"I probably smelled like food there. It was near the end of my shift."

"Nothing wrong with that. Did you put something on just for me?"

"It's called Jasmine Spring Moon. My friend Micky gave it to me for my birthday. She said it would help me catch a guy, but I never wore it."

"Looks like she was right." Chester found her arm and held it as he leaned close and inhaled deeply.

The anticipation was driving her wild. She wanted to grab him and rub herself all over him, but kept herself under control in front of his friend. She wasn't sure how long she could last as he slid his paw up her arm and his fingers started to explore her shoulders.

A knock at the door broke the tension and she groaned. Whoever it was needed to leave quickly. "Excuse me a moment." She reluctantly slid away from his touch and hurried to the door, her tail twitching with excitement.

The redheaded human on the other side smiled wide as he saw her. "Hello, my sweet Cherry. I missed you at lunch and was wondering where you'd gone, then I saw you coming up from the laundry."

"What do you want Greg?" She tried to mimic Micky's courage

"Well, I didn't get to have lunch. Did you?" He looked past her and noticed the shirtless horse sitting on the sofa and his face fell. "What's that horse morph doing here?"

"They're friends and they're visiting me."

"Cherry, you don't have any friends. ... They? You mean that other squirrel is here, too?"

Chester started to get up, but Bridger held him down.

"You're not planning to do anything stupid. You know you belong to me."

Now that she had a reason to fight back, Micky's words sprung out of her mouth, "I don't belong to anybody. Go away, Greg." She shut the door quickly and leaned on it to make sure it stayed closed.

Greg pounded on the door, "I can't let you ruin your life like that. You just met that throp today. You think he loves you like I do? He's just a rat that'll leave you tomorrow."

Em started to cry as she saw her wonderful evening fall apart and her chances with another red crumble to nothing. Greg was going to haunt her forever and never let her have a life without him. She felt sick thinking that she might have to just give in to him. The door opened, pushing her aside. She looked around it to find the horse standing between her and her harasser.

"What. You're going to beat me up and throw me out?"

"Do you need an escort? You're not going to continue to make this nice squirrel cry. I don't know what history you have with her, but it is clearly not one that she remembers fondly."

"Typical throp, too dumb understand, so you hit it. She was given to me, so get your big nose out of my business and take your rat with you."

"Hey!" Chester jumped up, and started following the sofa towards the door.

Bridger took a deep breath and exhaled slowly as he ducked and stepped out the door, closing it behind him.

"You don't scare me. I'm the human here. Get out of my way."

The horse stood immobile in front of the door.

"I warned you." Greg hunched his shoulders and charged the mustang, colliding with his stomach like a bird against a wall. He stood dazed for a moment, then sat down hard on the floor, holding his head. "You vicious throp! You almost killed me!" He pulled himself to his feet and leaned against the wall, "Get out of my way. I need to go inside."

Bridger stared at the small, freckled human and kept his place as the door behind him opened a crack.

Greg growled to a yell as he hunched and charged again, with similar results. He crawled up the wall until he was standing again. "You'll be sorry. I'll have the police here and you'll be dead by morning."

He clung to the wall as he stumbled down the hall. When he reached the stairs, he missed the first one and shrieked as he tumbled halfway down before catching himself and yelling back, "Can't have a wild animal hurting people. You'll be put down! Killed!"

Em stepped out to watch him go. "He wouldn't do that. He..." She stopped herself as she realized that he would. "Oh no. I'm so sorry."

Bridger ushered her back inside and closed the door. "It's not your fault. There are people like that everywhere; that still don't want to acknowledge that morphs are no longer slaves."

"But he never owned me." She wrung her paws as she walked around the sofa and sat down at the end.

Chester made his way to her and sat down beside her. "Then who is he?"

She inhaled through a sniffle. "He's a friend of the girl I lived with. I ... I was her pet. Her father was the Governor of Missouri. He bought me for her when I was a baby." She pulled her tail into her lap and curled around it.

Ches slid his arm around her and hugged her, struggling with what to say, as Bridger sat down beside him.

She sniffled and looked at him, then back at her tail, "You don't have to like me anymore, now that you know I'm just a pet."

He squeezed her shoulders comfortingly, "You're not a pet."

"But I wasn't born a person. No matter how much Micky believes in me, I'm not human."

"I'm glad you're not human. If you were human, you wouldn't be a squirrel."

She scoffed, but leaned against him.

Bridger spoke up, "If you were the Governor's daughter's pet, why does he think he owns you?"

Em took a deep breath and exhaled, then sat up again, "She gave me to him."

"Why?"

She swallowed hard, "He ... he wanted me. He ..."

Chester found her paws, "He doesn't own you. Morphs can't be owned anymore."

"But he ..." She couldn't make herself put the words together.

Bridger leaned closer, "What did he do?"

She had to say it somehow, but she just wanted Greg and everything about him to have never existed. "He ... claimed me. He had sex with me."

"He raped you?" the horse's tone was concerned, but calming.

"No, she gave him permission."

"Did you?"

" ... no."

"Then it's still rape."

"But humans can't rape morphs."

"Who told you that? The same guy that thinks he still owns you?" Chester's tail was flicking angrily as he held her.

She didn't have a different answer. Instead she tried to explain, "He liked to cuddle me when he visited her and it was nice, but he didn't talk to me. He would ask Katree what I liked or if I was hungry, as if I couldn't understand English. He would sometimes try to talk her into letting him take me home, but she thankfully told him no. One day, he was cuddling me and her father called her out of the room. When she didn't come back right away, he slipped his hands under my clothes. She still didn't come back and he took my clothes off. I didn't want him to, but he didn't care. He took off his own clothes and pushed his finger inside me before she came back."

Chester sighed, "So, she stopped him."

She shook her head. "She asked him what he was doing and he said he couldn't help himself." She shuddered as she remembered the feeling. "She just said whatever and said he could have me." Her tears fell as it all came back. "The she watched as he held me down and had sex with me."

"He raped you." The stinging words came in the horse's calming voice.

"He said it would be a shame if he broke one of her toys and told me to stop fighting. When he was done, she told me to get cleaned up and dressed and go see her father."

"Wow. What did he do?"

She sniffled, "The Governor said he had good news, then told me I was free. He gave me a bus ticket and sent me out here where he said I would be safe."

"And that guy followed you out here?"

She continued, trying to avoid Greg as long as she could, "I didn't have anything when I got here, not even a place to sleep. I was arrested and they took me to the Morph Assistance Office. They had me staying at a shelter in the basement for six months until they finally found me this place and the job at the diner. I met Micky there and things were okay until about a year ago when Greg found me."

"What an ass."

"He tried to claim me again, but Micky was here and she called the police. He told them I belonged to him and showed them some papers. That's when I found out that Officer Kinnet is a Friend Among Morphs; he's FAMily. They explained that his papers didn't mean anything because owning a person was illegal. He said we were in a relationship, that I was carrying his baby."

"He got you pregnant?"

"No. I don't know what I would have done if he had. They told him that he needed to start treating it like a relationship and stop thinking of me as property. He started following me around and visiting the diner. Officer Kinnet told me that as long as he didn't break any laws, he couldn't arrest him, but I should call him if he ever did something more."

"Like pounding on your door, yelling that he owns you, and attacking people?"

She looked at him, then up at his horse friend, realizing what had actually happened. Before she could apologize again, she heard her phone. "That's Micky." She slid out of Chester's embrace and hurried to her room to catch it. "Micky?"

"Em! Are you okay?"

"Yes, I'm fine." She walked back out as she talked.

"... Nonono, she's okay. I'm talking to her. ... What happened? Greg came back to the diner and found Officer Jiménez and Officer Kinnet. He said he went to visit you and those two morphs beat him up. He looked messed up, but I didn't want to believe that they did."

"They didn't. He attacked the horse, then fell down the stairs."

"... She says he attacked them, then fell down the stairs. ... Are you sure you're alright?"

"Is he going to..."

"Don't worry about him. You've got... Whoa!" She started laughing, punctuated by more laughter. "Em, you're gonna love this! Greg just took a swing at Officer Kinnet! Ha!" She laughed some more, but tried to contain it enough to talk, "They had him in cuffs and he just tried to get away, but landed on his face! Oh, I wish you could see this. They're taking him out to the car now."

"They're arresting him?"

"You're damn right! About time! Hold on, Officer Kinnet's coming back. ... Yeah? ... Oh, sure. ..."

"Emily, this is Officer Kinnet."

"hello..." She was a little scared to hear what he was going to say.

"I want to let you know that we are arresting Greg. He assaulted a police officer and if you want to press charges, we can include his assault on your friends. With his history of stalking, I think we can get him put away for quite a while. Are you okay with that?"

She couldn't believe what was happening. After all the months of having him always there, was he really, finally, going to be gone?

"Emily?"

"Yes. ... Yes."

"Alright. I'll come by tomorrow and we can do the official statements with everybody involved. You enjoy your evening. ..."

She made herself speak as her mind tried to wrap around the reality of it, "...thank you."

"Hey Em, that's amazing! You'll finally be rid of that scum for good. Em? Em?"

The squirrel's legs went weak and she sat hard on the floor, clutching her phone with both paws. The horse was by her side and she heard him talking, but she was busy letting the moment sink in as tears ran down her face, soaking into her fur. The ground disappeared and she realized she was being carried. Soon, she was being cradled in a large lap. It was comforting and as her eyes focused again, she saw Chester's squirrel face looking at her. She smiled and reached out to pull him in for a hug. "Oh, thank you. This is amazing. You are amazing!"

"But I didn't do anything, Bridger did."

"You brought him here. Without you, he never would have been here. Thank you." She let go of his neck and looked up to the horse, putting her paw on his chest, "Thank you Bridger. I know it was a big risk for you to stand up for me like that and you didn't even know why. Thank you."

"I knew he didn't own you and the way he was acting, he didn't deserve to."

She leaned against him and smiled, "I wish there was some way I could reward you for being so brave."

"Don't worry about..."

Ches laughed. "You're in his lap, trust me, you're rewarding him."

"Chester!"

He crawled onto his other leg and lay his tail against the mustang's chest, "He likes my tail and now he's got two to play with."

Em smiled and shifted to lay her tail against the horse, as well.

Bridger started to resist, but gave in, "I was worried that I would be in the way of you two." He pulled the two squirrels against his chest in a group hug, rubbing his face on the ends of their fluffy tails.

"You're right, he does like our tails."

"Wait till you see this."

Before the horse knew what was happening, his friend had opened his pants and pulled out his swelling shaft. "Chester! What are you doing?" He reflexively tried to reach around the squirrels, but that only pressed their warm bodies together against his firm erection.

"Oh, wow, it's huge!"

Her small paws had joined Chester's and it only made it harder for Bridger to control his reaction.

Ches slid his paws to the tip, "It's not even full, yet. Just wait till you see what it can do."

The mustang sighed and gave in, laying his head against the back of the sofa as the two squirrel tails flicked over his neck and chest. Their little paws stroked his cock as it swelled to full size and he just enjoyed the sensations and listened to them.

"Something so big would never fit inside me."

"It doesn't have to. Oh! Take your clothes off, this gets messy."

Bridger turned his head to watch Chester pull off his shirt and Emily eagerly stripping off her outfit. They were both so small, but it still aroused him as he thought of what he had done in Chester's apartment.

Em giggled a bit as she stared at the squirrel's erection, now exposed. It was much smaller than the horse's, but it looked just right for her. She was eager to finally have the right one, but didn't want to beg for it.

"Here, Wrap your legs around it." Chester pulled on Bridger's erection to help Em swing her leg over it."

"Oh, It's big enough for me to hug." She wrapped her arms around it and the horse moaned at the feeling of her warm fur along the length.

Chester stroked his friend's large shaft and rubbed his whiskers against it, then moved to the head and licked it, "Come on."

Em joined him in licking the flared head and it twitched to the feeling of two small tongues teasing over it. She gasped as she felt the base of it throb between her legs.

Chester worked his way down the towering appendage to the large orbs at its base, He liked playing with the horse's huge equipment, but what he really wanted was now behind it. He just didn't want to go straight for it and seem like he didn't care about her. Beyond the musk of the mustang, he could smell her. A little like Diz, but mostly like how she smelled at the diner. Not of food, like she feared, but something unique and thrilling. He nuzzled her thigh and found the source. He eagerly nosed past the thick, throbbing shaft and started licking the small opening behind it. She gave a gasping moan that reminded him of Diz again and it urged him on.

Em squeezed as she felt his tongue pushing inside her and the horse bucked his hips. This was like nothing she had ever imagined. From the throbbing monster in her arms to the flicking tongue between her legs, her body was reeling in new sensations while her mind swam in euphoria. Then it stopped. She felt him move up his body until he kissed her lips and finally, it was there. It wasn't the unwelcome invasion of her first time. It was a perfect fit, sliding in and making itself at home.

Chester pushed the horse cock aside and started thrusting, It felt so right; no compromise, no substitute, not just play. He kissed her and she held him with all of her body.

Bridger gasped, trying to keep still under the mating squirrels. The pounding of their hips squeezing the base of his throbbing erection was driving him crazy. He grabbed the end and held it against Chester's back, trying not to lose it too soon, but when the squirrel thrust and held and his tail started twitching, the combination of the pressure and knowing that his friend was breeding the young squirrel right in his lap sent him over the edge.

Chester felt the pulsing at the base of the horse's cock and pulled back a bit. He was rewarded with a shower of his friend's warm cream on his head and back. He couldn't help but giggle as he thought about the position that he had gotten himself into. Everything was perfect with everything he had ever wanted and he didn't even realize he was getting it until he did.

The pleasure was overwhelming. What she had dreamed of was finally happening. Greg was finally gone and the relief was immense. A red squirrel like her was passionately having sex with her and it felt wonderful. When he stopped suddenly and she felt his warm release inside her, she

realized that he was planting the seeds for the family she wanted so badly. She was giddy with excitement and as he pulled out, the final sensation triggered her first orgasm. The ecstasy cleared her mind and nothing was left but the amazing feeling of being filled by this wonderful squirrel. She opened her eyes to look at him and saw the horse's massive shaft squirting into the air and raining down on them. For a moment, it almost broke her joy, but Chester started giggling and it was contagious.

Bridger sighed in relief, then smiled as the squirrels started giggling, then kissing. He rubbed Chester's hips as he waited for his erection to subside. When it finally slipped between them and he was free, he carefully picked Em up and slid out from under the passionately engaged rodents. He stood and watched them for a moment, trying to pull themselves closer than their skin would allow. He felt a little bad about the mess he made on his friend's back, but reminded himself that the crazy squirrel liked it. He closed his pants and picked up his shirt from where the squirrel had tossed it. It looked like they would be busy for quite a while, so he decided to go for a walk.

He headed down the stairs and out to the car. If they were going to be spending the night there, he needed to get a change of clothes. He grabbed his bag from the trunk and tossed it on the seat to grab as he came back, then stopped as he noticed his phone sitting there. He picked it up and saw three missed calls, but before he could check the messages, it rang in his hand. He answered it, "Hello?"

"Hello?" They were silent, but he could hear something.

"Who's there?"

"Bridger? A-are you Bridger?"

"Yes. I'm Bridger. Who are you?"

"O-oh." It sounded like they were crying. "Oh Bridger, I have waited so long to find you again. You don't know how happy I am and how much this means to me."

"I ... still don't know who you are."

"Oh, it's ..." She stopped and he waited. "You knew me as Marble ... I was Marble Tower of Ashland. You ... We spent a couple nights together."

"I remember you." He thought back and pictured her pearl colored fur and long, golden mane and tail. She was taller than he was and absolutely gorgeous. He had been told not to do anything to injure her, because she was in the My Magical Mare beauty pageant. She had left glowing with satisfaction. She had been very self-confident, but didn't sound that way now. "Are you okay?"

"No ... I'm not, but that's ... I need you. I need to see you."

"Oh, well, we're actually traveling across the country. Where are you?" He didn't have the list handy to check for himself.

"I'm in Canby, Oregon. Where are you?"

"I'm in California."

"Oh, you're close! Can you get here tonight?"

"I'm ..." He thought about the squirrels enjoying themselves upstairs and wondered when they would be getting back on the road. "not sure that's possible."

"Well, what about tomorrow?"

"I don't..."

"Please."

"I don't know when we'll be able to leave."

"I can wait till Friday. That's only two days away."

"I'll try for Friday. I'll let you know if anything changes."

"Great. I'll send you the address. I've been waiting for this for so long."

He hung up and stared at the phone. It showed her information for a moment, Aggie Bale, then turned off. The screen came back on with a chime to show that he had received more of her details. He accepted it and stared at it again, wondering if she was still as beautiful. He wasn't sure why she needed him so badly or why she couldn't wait past Friday, but he would be happy to see her again. The screen turned off and he put his phone in his pocket, then it rang again.

"Hello?"

"Bridger! Where did you go?"

He recognized Chester's voice and smiled, "I just stepped out for a walk and I'm getting some clothes." He picked up his bag.

"Oh, okay. I told her you needed some time to recover after blowing like that." He giggled, then gasped and giggled again, "No, I don't need to wait." There were some scuffling sounds and moans and giggles, then Chester came back, "We're going to take a shower. She unlocked the door for you, but lock it when you come back." He giggled.

Em giggled, "Come back soon for more of your reward." She hung up the phone and tossed it on the couch, holding herself over Chester on the floor, nose to nose. "Let's go get you wet. Can you follow my scent?" She crawled over his nose, letting her body, wet pussy and tail drag across it.

Chester inhaled deeply as she passed, then quickly turned over, crouched to pounce. Her scent filled his nose, but he could also hear her trying not to giggle. He sprung after her, chasing her as she shrieked and giggled her way to the bedroom and bathroom.