Cupidity
#2 of Holiday One-Shots
Well, I was working on the next Undersourcing chapter, and about a week ago I remembered there was another holiday coming up. I had an idea I liked for Valentine's Day, and here we are.
I decided during the course of writing it, that this particular story takes place in my October universe. As such, if you've read through those stories, there will be a couple familiar faces, however brief it may be. This one's sort of a view from the other side, as it were. It's not necessarily a one-shot either, really. Don't count out seeing anyone here again someday.
Anyway, as always, thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoy it! Now, back to Undersourcing.
And happy Valentine's!
Proofread by SkyWing
Special guest appearance by Dexter Otter
Standard boiler plate: This is fantasy, not real. Simple rule of thumb, do not do things to people without their consent in real life. That is bad. No more to say there than that.
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The sound of a doorbell ringing echoed through the small apartment.
"That's him!" Rick, a fit, athletic gray wolf with trim black headfur, a loose t-shirt and baggy cargo pants excitedly shouted as he sprinted to answer the door. He hadn't seen his old teammate since they were still in high school, over two years ago, and suffice it to say, he was eager to do some catching up. Thundering through the living room, he deftly leaped over a bag of cans waiting to go out, oblivious to the annoyed huff coming from his roommate, Andrew.
If the tall, extremely thin, nerdy brown weasel had one particularly notable quirk, it was a degree of introversion that made Rick's own awkward shyness look tame by comparison. For Andrew, the prospect of having a surprise guest for the weekend was a profound irritation at best. He didn't even bother to look up from his smartphone as the wolf sped by, instead opting to sprawl his long body possessively across the couch. The combination of his posture, his slicked back black headfur, tight shirt, skinny jeans, and thick rimmed glasses all worked to give him a comically bug-like appearance.
Still, on top of being a model roommate, the wolf was one of the few people Andrew could call a friend, or, for that matter, even tolerate being around, so he was willing to keep his mouth shut and make the best of things. So long as it stayed a one-time occurrence, that is. Or until his temper got the better of him. Regardless, he couldn't help but sigh as he heard the door open.
"Wyatt! How've you been, man?" the wolf excitedly asked, discretely checking his old friend out as he passed through the door. The buff cougar was wearing a simple tank top and cargo shorts, proudly putting his tan-furred muscular arms, legs, chest, and especially butt on display. Aside from his dark brown headfur being quite a bit longer, all the way down to his shoulders, the cougar looked exactly how he remembered him. In an instant, Rick flashed back to the unrequited crush he had back then, almost blushing as he hid his arousal.
"Pretty good, pretty good," Wyatt replied as he hefted his duffel bag into the living room. "Thanks for letting me stay. Sorry about the last minute notice and all."
"Not a problem! Don't worry about it! You're welcome anytime, man!" A loud groan from the living room briefly alarmed them, but was quickly ignored. "So, what brings you all the way out here anyway?"
"Ah, there's just a thing... Not a big deal. How's school treating you?"
"Oh, can't complain. Majoring in film now, going pretty well," the wolf answered. As he walked back into the living room as well, he remembered the weasel, who continued to passive-aggressively take up their entire couch. "Oh, right! Wyatt, Andrew. Andrew, Wyatt," Rick said, gesturing between them as a quick introduction. "Wyatt and I played football back in high school, and Andrew's my roommate, and best friend up here."
"Nice to meet ya, man," the cougar said, politely extending his hand.
"Yo," Andrew grunted, giving a halfhearted wave and totally ignoring the attempted handshake.
"...Okay then." Pulling his hand back, Wyatt shot the wolf a curious look. After briefly looking around the room, he gestured toward the couch and sarcastically asked, "Got any places to sit down?"
Before he could reply, the wolf was interrupted by Andrew, tersely stating, "Bean bag chair," as he pointed out the garbage bag full of cans lying in the hall. The flippant response, naturally, earned an offended, annoyed glare from the cougar.
Nervously chuckling to himself, Rick found himself hoping that all three of them were going to survive the weekend.
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Sighing as he placed his half-empty mug on the bar, Caleb stared at the small ripples that formed in the liquid. The skinny raccoon was 5'2" in his boots, slightly above average for his specific kind, but among the greater population he was considered very short. The tall height of the stool he was perched upon left him to absentmindedly swing his boot-clad footpaws, kicking them against the bar so hard and fast that he was threatening to shake the whole thing to pieces.
It wasn't difficult to tell something was making him exceptionally anxious. Even the two small feathered wings on shoulders were twitching, occasionally smacking into the pub's other patrons as they walked by, earning him an annoyed glare or another. Not that the raccoon noticed. Or cared, really. The only thing on his mind was making it to tomorrow, the day he'd been looking forward to for the entire year. It consumed him.
"14th tomorrow, right? Big day?" the bartender, a large black rat wearing a sharp red suit, asked him as he idly cleaned a glass.
"Hm? Oh, yeah..." Caleb mumbled, trying to stay focused on his drink.
"Yeah, figured. You're making a bit of a spectacle of yourself, you know."
Slowly turning around on his stool, Caleb could see that, indeed, a sizable crowd made up of winged males and females of various species was glaring at him, either annoyed by the noise of his kicking or from having taken a wing to the muzzle.
"Sorry, everyone... Just excited about tomorrow, sorry..." he sheepishly apologized. Glancing awkwardly back toward the rat, he tossed him a pair of silver coins and slid off the stool, adding, "It's time to get my last few jobs done anyway, I'll get out of your hair."
"It's alright, don't worry about it. I know you guys have it rough this time of year," the rat said, deftly placing the coins in his pocket. "Do try to have fun tomorrow."
"Absolutely will," Caleb replied with an eager grin. With that, he picked up his gear and hurried off to work.
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"I think... I'm going to kill Wyatt," Andrew said grimly, placing a card on the coffee table in front of the cougar. He moved to snag the last green piece on the board, adding, "Say goodbye to your last agent."
"Hm, nice try, but I'm gonna go ahead and interrupt that," the cougar retorted, slapping another card on top of the other.
"Damn it... Alright, your turn."
After drawing three cards into his hand, Wyatt gave them a quick look and grinned evilly at the suddenly nervous weasel.
Off to the side, Rick was smiling, more from being relieved than anything else. What began as an awkward confrontation between strangers changed the instant he happened to notice a badge sticking out of the cougar's bag. After initially trying to hide it and make up some other story, Wyatt finally admitted that the reason he was in town was for a small board game and miniatures convention. For as long as Rick had known him, the cat was simply a jock and nothing else. Finding out he was a closeted geek was a nice treat.
The best part, though, was when Andrew dropped his phone and ran off, coming back with a stack of games in his arms. As it happened, he had forgotten to get his own pass and suddenly had a lot to discuss with this now welcome guest. From that point on, it was like they were all old friends.
Rick didn't even know how long they'd been playing, but it certainly felt like hours, and he was starting to get hungry. Moving to check the time, he realized he left his phone in his room. He excused himself and walked down the hall to retrieve it.
Moments later, as he walked back into the living room, marveling at how late it had gotten, he looked up and froze in his tracks. Next to the couch where Andrew and Wyatt were sitting stood a short, scrawny raccoon wearing a red jumpsuit. He didn't know what was more shocking, the small pair of wings on his shoulders, that neither of his friends noticed him there, or that he had nocked a pair of arrows and was ready to fire. Or, more correctly, that a pair of arrows that had just been fired.
Going on instinct, the wolf charged in, throwing his shoulder into the confused intruder and sending him flying through the air. He immediately scrambled to his feet and ran to check on his friends, praying they were alright. From a cursory glance, they were looking at him like he was crazy, but they seemed unharmed. Unharmed, other than the pair of arrows sticking out of their chests.
"Dude, what the hell was that?" the concerned cougar asked him. "Did you trip or something?"
"What? Didn't you see the raccoon there? Do... does your chest feel okay?" the panting wolf asked back between gasps of air.
"...Raccoon? Did you hit your head?" The cougar looked around the corner into the hallway. "I don't know what you think you saw, but there's no one else here."
Looking down the hallway again, Rick confirmed that, indeed, the hallway was empty. He was sure he saw something, and he definitely felt something when they collided. When he turned to look at the cougar and weasel, the arrows had vanished, same as the supposed raccoon. Doing his best to shrug it off, he mumbled, "Must have been a trick of the light," and rubbed his eyes.
"Okay then... If you're sure you're okay, I think Andrew and I are going to... uh... play a two-player game... in his room," the large cat stumbled through saying, all while Andrew stared dreamily over at him.
"Yeah, ok, that's- what, really?" the wolf stuttered. He was dumbstruck as the duo rushed off hand in hand, slamming the door behind them. "I definitely just hit my head." Looking down at the ground, he noticed the cougar's badge sitting next to the couch. He was about to shout something when he heard music thumping through the walls, and decided to just let it go until tomorrow. Letting out a depressed sigh, he flipped the badge around, freezing when he saw an ID photo of the raccoon from before. "Caleb... Cherub 5th class... What the fuck?"
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Caleb was rubbing his head as he fluttered into line at the facility. He had no idea what to make of his last job of the evening. Was that an accident? Did the wolf see him somehow? It didn't matter, it was over with, and despite that bit of trouble he had managed to arrive early for his yearly appointment. That alone was a rarity. Usually it was nothing but a long chain of one nerve-wracking close call after another.
"Hey, Caleb," a voice from behind him said, snapping him out of his thoughts. "Didn't expect to see you here already." Turning to look at the source of the voice, Caleb smiled when he saw that his friend, Dexter, had queued up behind him. The otter was roughly the same height as him, but with a sleek swimmer's build, tan fur with a cream colored face and underbelly, brown wavy hair, and long, muscular tail. Like Caleb, Dexter also wore a red jumpsuit with a pair of small feathered wings peeking out through the shoulders.
"Made record time today," the raccoon said with a laugh. "Weird question, have any mortals ever, I don't know, attacked you before?"
"What? No! Did that happen to you?"
"I don't really know, to be-" Caleb began to explain until realizing he was next in line. "I'll, uh, tell you more later." Stepping up to the booth, he reached for the badge clipped to his jumpsuit, only to find it was missing. "Oh, no... no... NONONONONO!!!" he shouted as he dropped to the floor, frantically searching for where to could have gone.
"Problem?" a bored voice grumbled from the booth.
"I can't find my badge!" the raccoon replied in a panic, standing up to face the lizard behind the counter. "Please, you know me! Just let me in and I'll get a new one tomorrow!"
"Sorry, you know the rules. If you don't have a badge, you don't get in. And this is your last strike, if I remember correctly," she said, grinning cruelly. "Either you go find it, or-"
"I KNOW!" he shouted, both to silence the smug lizard, and because he realized he must have lost it when that wolf hit him. He flew off at top speed, vaguely aware of the otter wishing him luck as he passed by.
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A short trip later, Caleb appeared in the apartment where he had been attacked and tried scanning the darkened room. He swore under his breath upon realizing it wasn't anywhere to be found. It had to be there, it couldn't possibly be anywhere else.
Unless...
Unless the wolf really did see him. And found the badge. And hid it. Crossing his fingers, he passed through the wall into the next room, briefly admired the sight of the weasel and cougar tangled together as he failed to see his badge, and continued through the wall into the next bedroom.
"I was wondering if Cupid would be showing up again," a voice growled, causing him to scream at the top of his lungs. He looked down to see the wolf casually lying in his bed, angrily staring directly at him.
"How are you able to see me!?!" the terrified raccoon shrieked.
"No idea. I was going to ask you. No matter, there's plenty more I'd like to know. Mainly, is the universe officially mocking me now, or what? You know, pairing my friends off right in front of me, making sure I get to spend another Valentine's Day utterly and totally alone? Were either of them even gay, or was that just part of the fun for you? Just making sure it just got absolutely RUBBED in my face?"
"I... what? I don't know, that's management stuff! I'm just a low-level worker! They don't tell me anything... Look, I need to get my badge back, please! It's important! You have it, don't you!?!"
"Yeah, I hid it though, and sorry if I don't feel like I owe Cupid any favors right about now," Rick said, crossing his arms behind his head.
"I'm a cherub. Cupid's a mytho-" Caleb explained until recalling the precious seconds that kept ticking away. "You don't understand! Please! I need my badge, I'll do anything to get it back, NOW! PLEASE!!!" he begged, falling to his knees with his hands clasped together.
"Anything, huh?" the wolf mused. "Alright. Why don't you start with telling me why it's so important. You've made me curious." He watched in amusement as the raccoon fluttered back into the air, making a high-pitched, frustrated whine.
"Fine... Cherubs are locked up at all times to concentrate our essence and once a year we get milked for it and that essence fuels our powers over love and if I don't get my badge back there before midnight I'm going to get demoted okay?" the raccoon rambled with one long breath. "Can I please have it back now?"
"Hold on," Rick said with a laugh. "I have a TON of follow-ups after all that."
"Please just make it fast!"
"Okay, okay... You said you need to be back by midnight? On Valentine's Day? Heaven runs on eastern time? What the hell is that about?"
"My region does," he said with a sigh. "They love adopting anything mortals make that's suitably convoluted and complicated. There are no cars but we have still have a DMV."
"That's... interesting. What did you mean by keeping you caged?"
Caleb let out another loud whine and abruptly unzipped the front of his jumpsuit, revealing a solid gold cylinder encasing his sheath, sitting atop a pair of round, swollen balls.
"Fuck... me..." the wolf mumbled. Looking up to see the bristly-tailed raccoon glaring at him, he apologized, "Poor choice of words, sorry. So milking means..."
"I spend the day getting sucked dry by a machine."
"And your arrows... are made of your... essence... You fire jizz into people to so they fall in love? That's... that's horrible!"
"You just described sex!"
"That's completely different!"
"Whatever! Are you done yet?!?"
"Oh, sorry, almost," Rick said with a slow chuckle, clearly frustrating the raccoon further. "What happens if you get demoted?"
"If I get demoted, it means that the cage will be permanent and I'd be assigned to a worse job. As you can imagine, that's something I'd like to avoid."
"Holy shit, really? That... That might be the evillest thing I've ever heard! I thought heaven was supposed to be, I don't know, the GOOD one."
"It's... it's really more of an order vs. chaos thing than good vs. evil... The one thing they do have in common that those with power take advantage of those at the bottom, and you can't get much lower than me..." Looking up at the wolf, Caleb was almost in tears. "Are you done? Can I please have it back now?"
"Yeah... Sure... After that, I... I wouldn't wish that kind of punishment on anyone... Here." Reaching under his mattress, Rick grabbed the hidden badge and tossed it to the delighted raccoon.
"THANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOU!!!" the cherub gleefully exclaimed, spinning around in the air.
"Yeah, sure. Have fun," Rick muttered, giving a dismissive wave as he rolled onto his side.
"Um... I do feel kinda bad about leaving you alone on Valentine's, like you said... How about this, once I'm done for the day tomorrow, I'll come back and hit anyone you want with an arrow! Just my way of saying thank you. As long as they aren't on the master list no one will notice! Does that sound okay?"
Slowly rolling back over, Rick tentatively nodded his approval and asked, "Promise you'll come back?"
"I swear it! See you at six o'clock!"
"Right, six. See you then," the wolf said, trailing off when he noticed the raccoon was already gone. Reaching over to his lamp to click off the light, he pulled up his sheets and closed his eyes. As he relaxed in the silent darkness, he found himself wondering if any of it had actually happened.
Or rather, he relaxed until the rhythmic, forceful thumping resumed in the next room over. He let out a whine of his own, folded his pointed ears back, and covered his head with a pillow. The next afternoon couldn't possibly come fast enough.
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"I'MHEREI'MHEREI'MHERE!!!" Caleb shouted as he flew like a comet up to the open booth and held his badge up to the window.
The lizard gave a disappointed click of her tongue and mumbled, "Well, there's always next year," under her breath. After scanning the badge she flatly added, "Head on through," and pressed a button, unlocking the gate. The instant he heard the telltale click of the lock releasing, he burst through and disappeared into the rows upon rows of occupied machines.
Quickly finding the way to his designated machine, he couldn't stop himself from staring at it with a look of pure adoration. The machine, in its offline state, looked fairly nondescript, consisting mostly of a platform holding a large rectangular metal frame. The whole thing looked more like an empty doorway than anything else. There were two additional small pillars flanking it on either side, one to act as the charger for his bow, and the other was just for storing his gear. A large monitor with a blank screen idly hovered nearby, waiting to be activated. The best part of all, though, was the name "CALEB" engraved across the top of the frame. He didn't have much, but this wonderful machine was his and his alone.
Snapping out of his reverie, he just about tore his way out of his jumpsuit, pulling off his boots with some difficulty. Now naked except for his solid gold cage on his sheath, he stepped forward. The machine, sensing his presence, announced, "Welcome. Caleb," in a robotic voice. "Place items in receptacle. Place bow on charger."
Obediently doing as he was told, Caleb stored his clothes in one pillar and placed his bow on the other.
"Stand on platform. Raise arms."
Again doing as commanded, Caleb stepped onto the platform with his arms in the air. A pair of cuffs tethered by a short chain shot out of the top of the frame, locking around his wrists with a resounding click. Another pair shot out of the base of the platform and locked around his ankles. With all four limbs secured, the frame reeled in the chains leading to his wrist cuffs, eventually resulting in his footpaws being lifted completely off the platform. The frame didn't stop until the slack was gone, leaving him totally immobilized with his arms and legs stretched as far as possible to the corners of the frame.
With its occupant secured, the machine continued its function, snaking a hose from a hole in the platform up to his crotch. A river of drool was running out of Caleb's mouth as the hose teasingly hovered a short distance from his twitching cage. A mechanical arm emerged from another hole in the platform, latched onto the solid gold prison, released its hidden lock, and pulled away the two freshly separated halves.
As soon as he was freed, he could feel his thin, six-inch erection swell to its full size, making him shudder and moan in absolute pleasure. With its target now exposed, the hose jumped forward and latched onto the throbbing shaft. A small donut shaped device at the end of the hose began moving up and down his cock, both to massage the needy flesh and to provide the required suction.
Caleb bit his lower lip, looking forward to his favorite part, coming up next. A thin pillar holding a machine consisting of a thick, slick black dildo on a piston emerged from the platform, quickly positioning its tip at his anus. As the machine turned on, forcing the entirety of the large dildo into his ass, Caleb just about screamed, instantly orgasming, sending a stream of thick white cum into the sucking tube. His essence promptly made its way down the hose into the base of the platform. Seconds later, he was dimly aware of a small chime sounding, as well as a faint glow coming from his bow. The piston embedded in his rear mercifully waited until his afterglow faded before resuming its function, steadily and powerfully pounding away at his tailhole.
"Fully calibrated. Setting duration for sixteen hour session."
Now that everything was settled and in progress, Caleb finally let himself relax and enjoy himself. Looking over to his side, he realized that Dexter had been watching him the whole time. The otter was suspended in his own frame the same way as the raccoon, though his machine had a few additional functions. Dexter was something of a model employee, so he was able to order an upgrade to his own machine.
An additional pair of mechanical arms holding rollers had emerged from his platform, slowly moving their rollers along the soles of his footpaws. The material covering the rollers was soft, specifically designed to cause a tickling sensation, all while the pressure from the rollers themselves provided a massage. Between that, the suction on his freshly freed cock, and the pounding of the thick dildo in his rear, the otter was lost in a haze of utter bliss.
Pulling his thoughts together long enough to say something, Dexter shouted, "Glad you made it!" to his neighbor.
"Me too! Almost feels! Better when! You almost miss it!" the raccoon shouted back, punctuated by small grunts every time the piston bottomed out in his rear.
The otter was about to reply, but his whole body seized up as he reached an unexpected, mind-blowing climax. He splayed his cute, clawed, webbed toes, flapped his wings, and shook like a leaf while thrashing in the frame. Clenching his fists, he bit his lower lip and sent an absolute flood of cum into the constantly sucking hose. A chime rang out and his bow gave off a short glow as it charged.
Caleb closed his eyes and sighed with a feeling of satisfaction. For the next sixteen hours, his entire world would be nothing but raw pleasure. Until then, nothing else mattered.
Except...
Except in the back of his mind, he was still thinking about the wolf. Looking forward to their next meeting, maybe. Something about him...
Gasping as he felt his second orgasm building up, he lost his train of thought, and for the rest of the morning and afternoon, merely let the rest of the world fall dead away.
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"Um... hello?" Caleb quietly said, waving his hand in front of the sleeping wolf's face.
"I'M AWAKE!!!" Rick shouted, leaping to his feet with a start, his sudden outburst sending the frightened raccoon fleeing through the wall. Dropping back onto his chair, he leaned against his desk and rubbed his head.
The day had moved along excruciatingly slowly up to that point. Andrew and Wyatt were long gone by the time he awoke, leaving him isolated in the lonely apartment with no indication where they had gone, or where they might be. Knowing what he did about the both of them, the cougar was probably back at the convention, looking for some way to smuggle his new mate inside.
...His...Mate...
Annoyed as he was by that turn of fate, Rick did feel happy for them. He wasn't a spiteful or selfish enough sort to genuinely feel otherwise.
With nothing else to do but wait, he queued up a few movies on his computer and waited for the afternoon. Somewhere during his marathon, he figured he must have passed out on his desk, leaving a puddle of drool. Shaking off the last of his grogginess, he saw that the clock on his computer showed six o'clock. The cherub had indeed been true to his word, returning as promised.
"Are you alright?" the raccoon meekly inquired as he tentatively crept back in through the wall.
"Yeah, sorry about that. Just lost track of time I guess."
An awkward silence filled the room as the duo simply stared at each other.
"Sooooo," Caleb said, breaking the silence, "Did you pick anyone out for me to shoot for you?"
"Uh, right, about that..." Rick mumbled, scratching his head. "I kinda thought it over, and I have to decline your offer. The whole forcing someone to love me thing just seems, I don't know, wrong."
"Okay, but that's about the only thing I can offer you," the raccoon dejectedly said as he fluttered down and sat on the bed. "I'm not really good for anything else."
"Actually, I did have a different idea on that note... You said you were free tonight, right?"
"Uh, yes, I'm off until tomorrow... Why?"
"How about we spend the evening together? Maybe go out somewhere? Seems like we could both use some companionship, right?"
The cherub went completely wide-eyed from the suggestion. With the exception of Dexter, his own kind never really wanted to be around a worthless speck like him, and out of nowhere, a mortal of all things, was asking him... for a date? That was what he meant, right? To say the least, Caleb was in shock.
Nervously chuckling, the wolf backpedaled, "Sorry, never mind. It's fine, you can go."
"No, no! I was just a little... I didn't know what... Y-yes... I think that would be nice," the raccoon stuttered, smiling awkwardly as he twiddled his thumbs. "You are aware no one else can see me, right?"
"So?"
A snorting laugh escaped Caleb's muzzle still floored by the whole scenario. "What did you have in mind?"
"Dinner?"
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The walk to Rick's favorite little sub shop was a short one, though not entirely uneventful. Caleb was fluttering invisibly next to him, passing unnoticed through the other pedestrians as they made their way down the busy sidewalk.
Eventually, the wolf had to dodge around a tall white bat, who seemed intent on remaining side-by-side with a talkative black fox, the two of them taking up most of the walkway. He stopped in place and turned, ready to say something rude, but stopped when he saw Caleb visibly shuddering after passing through the strange bat's body. Even stranger, the bat stopped as well, looking over his shoulder with a raised eyebrow peeking above his mirrored sunglasses. Rick wasn't entirely sure, but he could almost swear that the unnerving creature was staring directly at the shivering raccoon.
Rather than trying to engage them any further, the bat instead appeared to lose interest and left to rejoin the fox.
"Everything alright?" Rick discretely whispered to Caleb.
"...yes...yes... I'm fine, I just thought for a second I felt something familiar... but he's not... Ah, forget it."
With a shrug, Rick continued on with the cherub, soon arriving at the sub shop. After placing his order, he grabbed a table well hidden behind some plants. The privacy was a definite plus; the last thing he needed was an audience to watch him converse with nothing.
Watching as the raccoon carefully sat on the bench on the other side of the table, Rick asked a question that had been bothering him. "How does your whole phasing deal work? Like, I definitely ran into you at the apartment last night, but you've been floating through everything."
"It's, uh, selective. You caught me off guard so I wasn't able to... phase, was it? To let you phase through me. Doesn't work on stuff made in heaven either, obviously."
"Huh, interesting," the wolf mused. "You sure you don't want anything?"
"No thank you, I don't know what mortal food would do to me, and I really shouldn't be trying it in public like this anyway. Actually, on that note... You really have no idea how you can see me? No one's ever been able to before."
"Not remotely. My grandmother claimed to see angels, but, as much as I loved her, she was kind of a loon," Rick explained with mild chuckle. Hearing his name called, he retrieved his meal and proceeded to consume it. As he ate, he and Caleb traded some more small talk and stories about their lives, doing what they could to get to know each other. It didn't take long for them to realize that they shared a number of interests in common.
"You're telling me... angels... go to the movies?" Rick incredulously asked through a mouthful of food.
"Kinda. We generally have access to anything we'd ever need right in our apartments. Once TVs were invented we got those too! No idea how any of it works, but we can watch pretty much anything with those things, it's still a bit isolated, but nice."
Nodding as he finished his meal, the wolf suggested, "There's a nice little theater nearby if you feel up to watching a live one."
Caleb nodded enthusiastically in agreement.
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The best part of bringing an invisible date to the movies, Rick discovered, was only having to pay for one ticket. It was particularly fortunate, since the film they agreed upon, a new sci-fi epic, only had one ticket left. Rushing inside, he was happy to find a pair of empty seats toward the back. He sat down next to an elderly goat, while Caleb happily took the open seat next to him.
The downside to having an invisible date made itself apparent when, as he and Caleb looked affectionately in each other's eyes, a massive elephant came lumbering down the aisle and sat directly on the cherub. Rick barely kept himself from panicking at the raccoon's frantic, muffled screams, but moments later was relieved to see Caleb flutter out from behind the seat.
"I honestly forgot I could phase through things for a second there," the raccoon gasped as he clutched his chest. "I think I just saw the end of time," he added, going completely deadpan.
Knowing the cherub was now safe, Rick couldn't stop himself from snickering at the cartoonish predicament. Even Caleb let out a laugh, easily seeing the humor in it. The elephant, on the other hand, looked over with an indignant stare, wondering what was supposed to be so damned funny.
"I can hover over you just as well," the raccoon said, floating above the wolf and accidentally smacking him in the face with his bushy, striped tail.
"How about you just sit in my lap? I don't mind," the wolf whispered.
Far louder than he intended.
The elephant to his side was leaning away, staring at him like his head was on fire. The old goat on his other side, however, had her head propped up on her hand and was most assuredly giving him bedroom eyes. He ashamedly sank into his seat, letting out a grunt when the cherub playfully did as suggested and dropped onto his lap. That was the final straw for the elephant, who was blatantly looking for another seat, ANYWHERE, despite knowing full well that it was that or nothing. As the elephant settled down, the lights dimmed, and the movie started, Rick silently thanked every deity he could name that he got through that little ordeal.
Things went far more smoothly from then on. The raccoon was surprisingly light, probably using some trick or another in order to not to make his presence known to any potential observers. Given their difference in height, Rick didn't need to do much more than lean to the side to see over the raccoon's shoulder.
The only problem arose, quite literally, during a sex scene. Caleb, perhaps subconsciously, began gyrating his hips, grinding his rump against his makeshift chair's crotch. All Rick could do was let it happen, clenching his teeth as he felt his sheath swelling, causing a blatant bulge in his pants. The elephant, thankfully, was willfully ignoring him, though the goat was suggestively licking her lips. Once the scene was over, Caleb settled back down, and before they knew it, the film was over.
Not bothering to wait for a post credits scene, the elephant practically barreled through the entire row to get away from his bizarre neighbor. The goat politely thanked Rick for the extra show before leaving to follow her husband out. Blushing heavily after all of that, Rick hurried out as well.
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Back at the apartment, Rick gave a tired groan as he sat on his bed. During the time he and Caleb were on their date of sorts, Andrew and Wyatt had returned, once again sequestered in the weasel's room.
"Thanks for spending the evening with me, it was a nice change of pace," he said as he smiled at the raccoon, who was looking curiously through his books.
"Hm? Oh, you don't have to thank me! I had a great time too!" Caleb replied with a joyous smile of his own.
An awkward silence permeated the room as they stared at one another.
"Don't... don't feel obligated to stick around," Rick slowly mumbled. "I'm sure you have places to be and all that."
"Really? You don't want to have sex first?" Caleb as-a-matter-of-factly asked, leaving the wolf stunned.
"...Wow... Yeah, ever since the movie it's... been on my mind. You sure YOU want to after being... milked... all day?"
"I'm a cherub, I recover fast! And, honestly, after that little adventure, if I went home now I'd just be doing it to myself the rest of the night." Hovering almost nose to nose with the wolf, Caleb lustily added, "I've never actually tried it with anyone else, much less a mortal, and let's say you've made ME curious."
Before he could say anything else, the wolf grabbed him, stroking his back as he kissed him deeply. Initially, Caleb struggled out of sheer confusion, but soon returned the gesture, tightly hugging the wolf while they had an all too brief make out session. They clearly had the same thought at the same time. Breaking the kiss, they momentarily stared into each other's eyes then disrobed in twin flashes of movement.
Rick finished first, easily slipping off his shoes, shirt, and shorts. Sitting back with an amused grin, he watched as the cherub spun around in the air, his jumpsuit zipped all the way down, struggling to remove his second boot. With one last kick it came loose, falling to the floor with a heavy thud, soon joined by the red jumpsuit. Giving an accomplished nod, he looked over to see that his companion was grinning, having thoroughly enjoyed the minor spectacle he made of himself. Blushing heavily, Caleb floated in place, shyly rubbing the back of his arm.
The grin faded from Rick's face, giving way to a look of pure awe as he got his first full look at Caleb's naked body. The raccoon was scrawny, scruffy, an unremarkable example of his breed, and he was the single most beautiful creature Rick had ever seen in his life. The solid gold cage on his sheath glinting in the dim light of his room, almost glowing, blatantly standing out against the dull gray of his fur, was just the icing on the cake. Within seconds, the wolf's eight-inch cock emerged from his sheath and quickly grew to its full length.
Well beyond flattered by the not-so-subtle compliment, Caleb landed on his knees between the wolf's legs, leaned forward, and took his entire shaft down his throat in one gulp.
Rick had to grab a pillow and cover his mouth to keep from howling right then and there. The feeling of the raccoon's muzzle surrounding his throbbing shaft was like nothing he ever felt before. It was taking all the restraint he had to keep from grabbing his ears or cheek tufts and fucking his face as hard as he could.
Taking his time, Caleb patiently bobbed his head along the long shaft, making sure to lusciously swirl his tongue around the rapidly inflating knot every time he reached the root. Once he felt Rick was ready, he pulled his muzzle off the throbbing wolf meat, getting a frustrated whine from its owner. Rising to his feet, he turned around and pressed his ass against the red, tapered length, hotdogging himself as he playfully smacked the wolf's nose with his tail.
Not needing any further hints, Rick grabbed the raccoon's hips, lifted him up, and placed the tip of his cock against his puckered tailhole. He slowly lowered the joyously squealing raccoon, surprised at just how little resistance he met as his prick spread the warm tunnel open, slipping all the way into his ass. Once he bottomed out, the raccoon's hole pressing up against the increasing width of his knot, he reclined back onto the bed, hooking an arm around his chest to pull him down as well.
Rick remained still for a painfully long time, simply relishing the feeling of Caleb's fur against his own, the tightness of his tailhole, and the cute twitching of the sheath cage as his cock struggled to get hard inside it. The raccoon took him completely by surprise when he, happier than he had ever been in his long life, craned his head up and engaged the wolf in another deep kiss. That was all the encouragement Rick needed, lifting his rear off the bed, gripping the raccoon's waist, and thrusting his hips at a blindingly quick pace.
Caleb was positively screaming with pleasure, massaging his cage and splaying his toes as his tailhole was mercilessly, passionately pounded harder than it ever had been before. The machine was wonderful, and so were the various toys he had at home, in their own way, but this was something else entirely. The warmth, the companionship, the love he felt... Even if he was still denied his own release, his own member trapped in its small golden prison as it was, all those things more than made up for it. As the knot continuously battered at his fleshy ring, he found himself thinking that, strangely, going another year being denied didn't seem like as much of a challenge.
With a single particularly powerful thrust, Rick finally managed to tie with Caleb, clenching his teeth to keep from howling as his knot forced its way into his tailhole. He gave a few more short thrusts, reaching his peak and shooting the squirming raccoon full of his hot seed. Completely spent, he gently lowered his rear back onto the bed. Holding tightly onto the raccoon, he dropped them both onto their sides, tiredly spooning his denied, yet completely satisfied partner.
Exhausted, pleasured, panting like a dog, cuddled up with and tied to a literal angel... Rick couldn't imagine how things could possibly get any better than that moment, right there. He reached forward and rubbed the bound raccoon's belly, giving a contented sigh when he felt a hand lovingly grab his own.
"Thank you," Caleb whispered.
"I should be thanking you. This may have been the best day of my life," Rick whispered back, grinning as he felt the raccoon's bushy tail happily wagging, slapping against his belly. The feeling of the little wings thumping his chest was a bit odd, but he'd be lying if he said he didn't like it. "Hey, can I ask you something?"
"If it's where souls go when they die, I have no idea. Different department."
"Huh. In retrospect that should have been my first... No, I... I wanted to know... You ARE real, right? I mean, I don't mean any offense... and if you're a hallucination and you lied about it, I'd have no way of knowing anyway... I think it'd just be nice to hear you say it, either way."
"Of course I'm real!" the raccoon shouted back, trying to stifle a fit of giggles. A familiar thumping from the next room over began reverberating through the wall again, making it even harder to hold in his laughter as he watched the wolf roll his eyes. Grinning mischievously, he looked over his shoulder and said, "I think I might be able to show you SOME proof. Cherubs have an additional ability of sorts we use to keep up with our previous targets in case they need maintenance."
"Maintenance? What does-" the wolf asked, only to be stopped by Caleb raising his hand and snapping his fingers. A view screen of sorts popped into view in front of them, almost blinding Rick with the unexpected additional light. As his eyes adjusted themselves, the blurry shapes gained more definition, growing more clear with every second, eventually forming into bodies he could identify as Wyatt and Andrew.
And they were fucking.
And what he was seeing had to be live, since the sounds through the wall matched the images perfectly. If the wolf was speechless before, he had officially been upgraded to a shade shy of comatose.
Wyatt, the buff, masculine cougar, against all odds appeared to be the bottom of the duo. His hands in footpaws had been locked in black leather mitts, which were each tied by a thin chain to a different bedpost, stretching and spreading his limbs. A simple wooden clothespin was on each nipple, while a bright red ballgag was stuffed in his mouth, muffling the mewling cat's emphatic squealing. The cougar's impressive eight-inch barbed cathood was standing at attention, positively drooling precum as he was mercifully pounded by the weasel kneeling between his legs. Unlike his uncharacteristically submissive partner, Andrew was stark naked, wearing nothing but a smug smile as he fucked the cougar raw.
Back in the locker room of their high school, Rick had seen Wyatt naked any number of times, so he more or less knew what to expect there. This was his first time seeing Andrew unclothed in any way, and it turned out that the profoundly skinny weasel was indeed quite attractive. It was a shame he was so modest, Rick thought, watching the thick tail tangled up with the cougar's own long, thin tail. They really do complement each other.
Squinting his eyes to get a better look at Andrew's crotch as it flashed on screen between thrusts, Rick was hit by another surprise bit of information. "Holy shit! Look at that thing!" he shouted, pointing toward his roommate's junk. The bone-thin weasel, who occasionally looked like he should be too weak to lift his own head, had somehow been the lucky recipient of the biggest cock he had ever seen outside of a farm. Rick couldn't tell just how long it was, as it had yet to fully emerge from the cougar's hole, but it was at least as thick as a beer can. "Maybe that explains why he's so skinny," he jealously mumbled to himself. He wasn't just jealous of the weasel, though. If he was being honest, he wouldn't have minded taking the cougar's place in that scenario.
Totally mesmerized by the colossal member, Rick was only vaguely aware of his own cock, knot and all, beginning to grow back to full size inside the raccoon's pleasingly tight rear end.
Soon enough, the weasel changed position, leaning forward and going chest to chest with the cougar, making sure to rub his fur sensually against the clothespins gripping his nipples. His hips were moving in a complete blur, going so fast that he was barely visible at all on Caleb's handy angelic spy cam. Moments later, he tensed up, moaning as he reached his peak and flooded Wyatt's insides several bursts of weasel jizz. Wyatt did much the same, humping into the air and shooting his sticky load directly against the weasel's belly. Once they were both finished, Andrew went limp and crawled forward enough to nuzzle the cougar's gagged mouth.
"What did you think?" Caleb asked.
"...Unbelievable..." Rick eventually replied. "It didn't really prove anything, though, really. This could just be what I THINK is happening there. Though, honestly, I don't think in a thousand years I would have expected Andrew to be packing a horse cock in those skinny jeans."
"Fine. I could have shown you stuff like that whenever you wanted, but if you're going to be all skeptical about it, then never mind," Caleb teased with an indignant huff.
"No, no! I didn't mean it like that! I... Did you say whenever?... Does... does that mean you'd be interested in doing this again sometime?" Rick asked with a hopeful smile.
"I'm free after 6 every day, if that works for you."
"Perfect," the wolf said, lovingly hugging the raccoon close to his chest. Looking up at the view into Andrew's room, with mild amusement he added, "Oh wow, there they go again."
While Wyatt was still bound to the bed, same as before, Andrew had spun around so they were now in something similar to a 69. Instead of sucking Wyatt's cock, however, the weasel was using his own natural flexibility to crane his head down, press his mouth between the cougar's cheeks, and noisily suck his cum back out the sloppy, gaping tailhole. One of his hands tightly gripped one of Wyatt's beefy, muscular legs, while the other held the heavy nutsack up and out of his way. Immobilized as he was, Wyatt could only thump his tail against the sheets as he quivered in pleasure, both from having his ass eaten out, but also from the loving massage his testicles were receiving.
Seeing his roommate tongue-fucking his old friend was amazing in its own right, but the real object of Rick's focus was the truly massive erection dangling between the weasel's legs at the other end of the bed. Andrew was kneeling on Wyatt's shoulders, angling his hips so the end of his long, thick pillar of weasel meat was resting against the cougar's muzzle. Every twitch, every movement the weasel made wiped more of his previously spent cum onto the squirming cat's face, driving him absolutely mad with lust. There was obvious longing in Wyatt's eyes as he stared up at the drooling cum-soaked shaft, clearly wishing he wasn't gagged so he could suck it clean himself.
"I mean... it's like a freakin' flagpole..." the wolf muttered in a daze. "How does he have enough blood in his entire body to handle something like that? It's all I'm asking," he added, earning another fit of giggles from the amused cherub. "Where did they get all that gear anyway? Really hoping it wasn't at the convention... And for that matter, what the heck's in those arrows of yours anyway? I mean, besides the obvious. They've known each other for a day and that's the kinkiest thing I've seen in ages."
"My arrows have no effect on kinks or anything. That's all them. It does look pretty fun though, doesn't it?"
"Fun, huh? Really..." Rick said, peering over Caleb's shoulder with a feral grin, making him sheepishly chuckle in response. "I'll be happy to help you find out." He began to gyrate his hips, sensually humping the raccoon's ass as much as his knot would allow.
As they both let out moans of pleasure, only one thought was going through their minds; they may never know what brought them together, why, or even how. All that mattered was that they weren't alone anymore, and they were going to have a heck of a lot of fun together.