The Nitpickers - The Red Bead
by DrDevious
It was summertime in the small town of Hapra; and for a young tiger cub named Nevin, this meant having a lot of extra time to spend playing with his friends. However, at the moment, he couldn’t find any of them. He had excitedly spoken to all of them at the end of the school year about all the fun stuff they could do together and they seemed just as excited as he was. Which is why he was now at a complete loss as to why none of them were around. He had gone to each of their houses and knocked on their doors to ask if they could play, but the only responses he had gotten were that they had already left.
Initially he decided to just go home and hoped maybe one of them would call, but as the time ticked away and the lingering desire of fun summer days spent with his friends grew he began to fidget. So rather than just wait around he decided that he would go searching for them at all the places they were most likely to be. He packed things into his small backpack slipped on his flip flops and headed out the door, trailed only by his mother’s voice reminding him to be home before it gets dark.
First on his list of places was the community pool. Since it was so warm out it seemed like a logical place they’d be. He had even packed a bathing suit and towel in his backpack so he wouldn‘t have to run home if he found his friends there. When he got within a couple blocks of the pool he could hear the shouts of other kids having fun splashing around in the cool water. Instead of trying to go in, Nevin decided that he would just peek through the chain-link fence that surrounded the pool. If his friends were there, he’d be able to spot them in a heartbeat. As he approached the fence the smell of the crisp, blue, chlorinated water became strong. He carefully scanned the area hoping that one of his friends would be there. Unfortunately, while he spotted plenty of other cubs that he knew from school, none of his friends were there.
“Where could they be?” He thought to himself as he walked away from the fence and back to the sidewalk.
The young tiger’s next stop was the arcade. During the school year, he and his friends would spend a couple of hours pumping quarters into one game or another, trying to outdo each other (he still held the Alien Invaders record, much to the chagrin of his friends), sometimes staying there a little too late and getting kicked out of the place after his mother called the manager and told him to “inform her son that he would be grounded if he wasn’t home for dinner.” Nevin trotted toward the arcade certain that he would find them there, but as he got closer to the place he realized that the lights weren’t even on in the building and there was a sign on the door. Upon closer inspection he found that the arcade had been closed down for renovations and wouldn’t be open until the next month.
Nevin was running out of ideas as to where they could be.
In a last ditch attempt to find them Nevin went to the park. Every once in awhile all of them would go there and play on the jungle gym; however, the summer heat had made the place almost intolerable. All of the metal rides had reached scalding temperatures and any of the kids who he saw there were simply milling about and staying off of the old equipment. He was pretty sure that most of them had been forced by their parents to go to the park. It’s what his own parents used to do when they wanted him to be out of the house so he could get a little “fresh air.” It wasn’t a surprise that his friends weren’t there either, and he realized it was pretty stupid to even consider that they would be there in the first place.
So not only were his friends not at their homes, they also weren’t in any of the places where he would have expected them to be. Nevin began to worry that they were purposely trying to avoid him; after all, he was the youngest of the group. In the past, there had been times where they told him that he was too young and small, and he was slowing them down. Through sheer determination, and being smart about it, he eventually won them all over. That was one of the best days of his life, when even Poku acknowledged him and how capable he was, despite being smaller than the rest of the group.
From that day forward he was considered “one of the group,” and got to be involved in all of the activities that went along with it: this boiled down mostly to hanging out at the arcade and the occasional neighborhood prank, but it still was great doing it with friends. Nevin shoved his hands in his pockets and started to walk back toward his home, feeling defeated. His brooding trek back home took him down the main street of the town and right past the large public library. Much to his astonishment, that is where he finally spotted all three of his friends; hanging out right next to the big entrance doors, and while he didn’t know why they were there, but he was sure going to find out.
The Hapra Town Library was very much a traditional library in the sense that when one looked at the building the only thing it could be is a library. Many rows of white marble steps, flanked by very bold looking sculptures, leading up to the very top which ended in a pair of brass inlaid-doors that were far larger than any person would require. A small flow of people passed in and out of the doors and under a large red banner indicating that this month was "Children's Literature Month." The only thing above the banner was a large clock face. Currently the big hand was nearly pointing to the 12 and the short hand was pointing to the 3, which also meant that the clock would soon be playing a tune which would be followed by 3 loud chimes. Nevin and his friends had been curious about how one could tell the time from such a clock, but these days everything was digital and no one really wanted to take the time to help them figure it out—it still looked cool though, and at least when the big hand pointed at the 12 it was pretty obvious what time it was.
Nevin made his way up the stairs, squinting as the sun hit the white marble in such a way that could blind you if you looked straight at it. When he got to the top he first made eye contact with a piebald colt named Nim. Nim was his next-door neighbor, and the youngest son to a famous football hero of the town. There were a whole lot of folks who talked about Muni Konsky’s abilities as a running back and just how fast he was. There was also a lot of chatter from girls about him as well, but from what Nevin could tell, they weren't talking about how good he was at running, rather that some other thing he had been endowed with was equally if not more impressive. When Nevin's eyes met Nim's he watched his friend elbow a smaller, blue-gray-furred, bunny next to him.
The bunny was Kyp, he lived on the other side of the town, his family was large and though you could find most any of the Conillblaus working somewhere in town, they still could barely make ends meet, due to the rather high rate that more family members came into being. Kyp didn't spend a lot of time at his home, he normally opted to stay with other friends with smaller families, or at least those who had a lot cooler toys to play with instead of a bunch of hand-me-downs. Nevin's eyes panned over to Kyp who, after realizing why he had been on the receiving end of an equine elbow, gave a surprised look and then turned his head and started whispering into the ear of a lithe, Dalmatian puppy. His name was Poku.
Poku was the eldest, and very much the leader of the gang that Nevin had come to call friends. Poku was part of a larger, affluent "purebred" family, the Yegav’s. A family that certainly never missed a chance to remind people of their lineage, as well as their monetary and political standing in the community. They lived in a large manor that was built on a hill overlooking the town. Nevin got to visit it once and found out that it was filled with the most amazing things: the kind of stuff that he was sure he would knock over and break that if he didn't keep his hands at his sides at all times.
To Poku, being rich meant being able to break the rules, and he would often be the root cause of all of the mischief that happened in the town, and yet, somehow he was never blamed for it, Nevin often suspected that he hung out with a group of friends who were not as rich as he was simply because there was a way to spread the blame. Nevin shifted his gaze to Poku, who returned a bit of a nervous glance followed by a slightly mischievous grin.
"Hi guys! I've been looking for you all over the town,” Nevin said as he bounded up the last few steps and faced all his friends, “I never thought I'd find everyone at the library." As usual, Poku was the first to speak.
"Oh hi, Nevin. Yeah, we've been spending our time around here the past few days."
"Yeah, we love going to the library." Nim piped up and Kyp nodded and smiled in agreement.
Nevin gave a confused look, "I don't understand. Kyp, you hate reading and Poku, you have your own private library back at your home, and it’s huge. Why are you hanging out here?"
"Well, some things you just can't do at a private library." Poku put his hands behind his head.
"Yeah," Kyp added, "besides, who said that we were reading anything?"
All three of his friends chuckled while Kyp and Nim imitated Poku. When they did this, Nevin noticed something that was glinting off of them. Something that he had not seen before, but the sun was making it hard to figure out exactly what it was.
"What are you guys wearing?"
"Clothes." Poku said in a "just so" manner that elicited more snickers from Kyp and Nim.
"No Poku, I mean what’s that on your wrist?"
"Oh this?" Poku brought his wrist forward enough for Nevin to take a look.
Upon closer inspection he saw there was a corded bracelet around Poku's wrist, and on it hung several different colored beads. There were white ones, blue ones, yellow ones and even a silver one. Kyp also had one that he kept around his ankle, and Nim had the same thing hanging from his neck, though neither of them had any silver ones, instead they both had a singular clear red one in the mix of other beads.
"This is nothing really." Poku pulled his wrist back.
"Yeah, nothing so far as you know." Nim snorted and got a friendly jab in the side from Kyp.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Nevin was confused and getting tired of getting the runaround, and he scowled in frustration until he felt Poku's hand pat his head.
"It means it's a secret and you're not in on it—yet."
"Yet? Does this mean you're gonna tell me?"
"Oh, I don't know Nevin, you are the youngest, you might go and tell your mommy or daddy about this, and if that happened we wouldn't be able to have our fun anymore."
"No, no! I promise I won't tell, I promise!" Nevin said in desperation.
"Alright, alright, don't get yourself worked up."
Nevin was drawn in close by the dalmatian pup while Kyp and Nim closed up the circle.
"These things," Poku once again held up his wrist and showed off the bracelet "are a symbol of being in a secret club."
"A club, cool!" Nevin blurted and was quickly shushed by all three of his friends.
"This club was originally thought up by my big brother, and he's letting me initiate new people into it."
"What's the club called?"
"Well, the club has many smaller groups.” Poku looked around and then looked back at Nevin. “We - Kyp, Nim and myself, like to call our group, The Nitpickers."
"The Nitpickers..." Nevin was a little awestruck at this point and didn't bother to wonder why they chose that name. "So... can I be a Nitpicker too?"
"That depends on whether you can pass the initiation.” Poku smiled. “You see, this club does some stuff you might think is weird, but if you want to be a part of it, you gotta do them and do them well; not only that, but none of our parents can ever know what's going on. You think you can do that Nevin?" Nevin received a stern gaze from the dalmatian and felt as if his resolve was being tested.
“Yes. If you all can do it, then I can do it to.”
“Then it’s settled. Let me explain how things work and then we’ll see if you can pass the initiation.”
Nevin was pulled in even closer to Poku and his other friends closed in until they were in a tight huddle.
“Alright Nevin, here’s how The Nitpickers work.” Poku spoke in a hushed tone. “Every week we’re given a location and we have to stay there and get clients; someone who is willing to pay for our special services.”
“Services? What services?” Nevin spoke up.
“Don’t interrupt Nevin, I’m getting to that.” Poku’s direct tone caused the tiger cub to lower his ears and keep quiet. “Good. Now the next thing that I’m going to ask you is gonna seem weird, but I just need you to answer the question.”
Nevin’s tail twitched a bit, he was really nervous that whatever he was going to be asked would be something he couldn’t answer.
“Have you ever seen an adult naked?” Poku saw the tiger’s mouth hang open. “You look like a fish Nevin; all you have to do is answer the question.”
Nevin shuffled his feet, there had been one time that he had barged into his parents’ room and saw them both naked, but it had been for only the briefest of moments, and they had covered up so quickly that he wasn’t exactly sure what he really saw. “No, not really.” Nevin kept his ears downturned and worried that this would be the end of things.
“Wow, your parents didn’t even shower with you?” Poku raised a dark eyebrow, “That’s pretty crazy, but it ain’t the end of the world. I’m pretty sure some clients will even like that fact. Still, if you want to be part of The Nitpickers you gotta be ready to see and even touch the private parts of adults.” Nevin’s eyes widened at the thought of actually touching some other adults’ privates. “That’s part of our assignment here today, and if you can’t do that; then I guess you can’t be part of the club.” Poku kept stared down the squeamish tiger cub, “You don’t want to be left behind do you?”
Nevin gulped loudly, he didn’t know what to do. What Poku was suggesting he was sure went against his parents’ wishes, but at the same time he didn’t want to spend the rest of the summer without friends to hang out with. “I-I, um..” his tail flicked, he shuffled his feet again.
“If you join up Nevin, you’ll get one of these bracelets too.” Poku held up a corded bracelet with a single transparent, red bead hanging from it.
The small bead was entrancing to Nevin. It encompassed everything he was currently afraid of losing, and the words came out of his mouth without him even realizing that he was saying them “I’m ready to become a Nitpicker.”
“I knew you’d make the right choice!” Nevin felt all three of his friends pat him on the back and the small bracelet was placed on his wrist in a ceremonious manner.
Nevin lifted his wrist and looked at the single red bead hanging from the chord. “I’m a Nitpicker now,” he smiled.
“Not quite Nevin, remember, there’s still an initiation to pass” Nevin’s eyes followed Poku’s wrist as he lifted it up for him to see. “Each color bead represents how well you’ve done on your assignment. A white one means you did average, a yellow one means that you were above average, a blue one means that you were the best.”
“So what does red mean?” Nevin poked his single bead.
“Red means that you’re cherry, that you haven’t been sponsored. Sponsorship is something I’ll talk about later. As of this point you essentially have no rating, but some of our customers really like first-timers.”
“What about the shiny silver one?” Nevin inquired.
“Silver is something you get when you graduate to the group that my brother manages, it’s after you’re sponsored. The Nitpickers are a beginners group that I’m leading, if you do well enough then you’ll have the chance to pick up shiny beads as well.” Poku stopped and thought for a moment. “One last thing, if for any reason you do a really horrible job or refuse a job; then you’ll get a black bead. Black beads are really bad, if you get too many of them then you get kicked out of the club, since we have a reputation to protect. The only way to get rid of black beads is to trade in multiple other beads or, if you’re lucky, you get given a chance to redeem yourself and if you do really well they’ll all be taken away. You get all that Nevin?”
As Nevin was becoming even more confused by the rules he noticed that Nim had several black beads on his necklace and the colt looked bothered at the mention of them before he put his hand around all of his beads and hid them from sight.
“So let’s get back to our station and wait for a client.” Poku broke the huddle.
Nevin lined himself up along the wall next to the rest of his friends. He made sure that the little red bead on his wrist was visible to all the people passing by. He still wasn’t sure what was really going to be expected of him, but at least he didn’t seem to be messing anything up. He watched people enter and exit the library, and for the most part no one really took any notice of him and his friends loitering next to the doors; but that changed when a large hippo lumbered up the stairs. He was dressed in business clothing, and seemed almost winded as he made it to the top of the steps. When he finally made it and took a few labored breaths he detoured and faced Nevin and his friends, and then spoke in a very low voice.
“Hello Poku,” the big hippo glanced around as he pulled out a handkerchief and wiped his brow, “see your group is back at the library.”
“Oh yes, business was good enough that we were assigned here again.”
“And what’s this I see? You’ve got someone new today.”
“His name is Nevin, he’s just joined up.” Poku patted the young tiger on the back.
Nevin saw the hippo’s ears pop up when Poku mentioned this.
“Well that is interesting. Thank you for that information Poku.”
The big hippo turned and walked toward the door, but patted Nevin on the head, with a large hand that was softer than the tiger cub expected. For a brief moment the hippo spoke with Poku aside from the rest of the group. While Nevin was curious as to what was being said, he figured it had something to do with the overall assignment. He turned an ear and strained to catch something that was being said:
“…the regular…” was all he caught from the hippo and “…cost extra…” was all he managed to hear from Poku. The hippo wiped his brow briefly with his handkerchief again and looked like he was on the verge of making a decision. After a few more moments of debate both he and Poku separated and the hippo lumbered through the doors of the library.
“Congratulations!” Poku caught Nevin by surprise as he was still watching the hippo go through the front doors of the library. “You’ve got your first client!”
“Really!?” Nevin smiled a toothy grin and put a hand behind his head, feeling a bit better since he was the one picked from the group.
“Oh yeah, Mr. Roch was very interested in you,” Poku said with a tone that made everyone but Nevin chuckle. “But before your initiation, you need to have some special instructions; otherwise you’ll have no clue what to do. First, let’s go inside the library and get a bit closer to where we need to be– Oh and Kyp, I need you to go get something and meet us up in the children’s section.” Poku secretly whispered his orders to the young rabbit who went hopping off. “C’mon you two,” he said as he took Nevin’s hand and along with Nim made his way through the large doors of the library.
The librarian at the front of the library gave a small nod to the boys. “Hello there Poku, what brings you down from the mansion?”
“Father asked me to spend some time outside with my friends; it’s hot out there so we decided to take a break.”
“Well isn’t that nice. You boys have a good time, don’t cause a ruckus.” The librarian waved at them.
“Of course not Mrs. Shelby,” Poku said as he dragged Nevin (who was waving back to the librarian) along toward a staircase that headed to the second floor.
Once they were well and clear of the Mrs. Shelby, Nevin was deposited down on a chair near the children’s section and Poku began to explain things.
“Alright Nevin, I’m going to explain what Mr. Roch wants and you’re going to have to do this as your initiation. This is your only chance so if you choose not to do this, then you’re out of The Nitpickers.”
Nevin kept quiet but gave a determined nod.
“So, what you’re going to have to do is give a blow job,” Poku put his hand up signaling that he would explain further, and at this time Kyp caught back up with them and handed Poku something. “Here Nevin, have a Popsicle.”
Nevin looked at Poku oddly and took the treat and opened it up. It was one of those red, white and blue “rocket” Popsicles. He often got them when the ice cream truck rolled around. He took a few tentative licks before sucking the whole thing, at the same time he was aware of Poku grinning.
“Nevin, you like that, right?”
Nevin nodded happily.
“Well, what you’re going to have to do is suck on Mr. Roch’s privates just like you’re doing with that Popsicle.”
Nevin nearly choked on the icy treat and quickly pulled it out of his mouth and stared at it.
“Are you serious!?” Nevin yelled but was quickly shushed by all three of the other boys. He then continued in a whisper, “I thought you said all we had to do was touch them.”
“I said that we’d do ‘stuff’ with them. Last I checked, this still counts as stuff.” Poku looked smug. “So what’ll it be Nevin, you going to do this or are you going to kitten out on us? You’re either in The Nitpickers with the rest of us or you’re gonna have one lonely summer.”
Nevin pondered this for a while; the once treasured Popsicle now melting slowly, its syrupy liquid dripping down onto his paw. All he could do was shift uncomfortably in his seat and occasionally twitch his tail. He dropped his gaze to the table top and used one claw to draw little circles on the cloth that draped over the table to keep it clean. What was he going to do? He had worked so hard to be part of this group and now everything just seemed to be falling apart. He almost wanted to cry, but his pride wouldn’t let him. No he couldn’t lose it all now, not after everything he had gone through. It wasn’t until this point that he realized that Poku had been pulling strings the whole time. Even Nim and Kyp were already under the pup’s command, and now, despite how smart he was, he had also been cornered and despite having a “choice” in the matter, there was really only one way that he could really go. Without even lifting his head he spoke just loudly enough for Poku to hear:
“I want to be a Nitpicker, take me to Mr. Roch.”
“I knew you’d make the right decision Nevin.” Poku hopped out of his chair and helped Nevin out of his. “Don’t worry. I’ll be there to help you if you aren’t sure what to do.” Poku hugged Nevin close and gave him a noogie.
Somehow being close to Poku helped to ease Nevin’s nerves and bolster his confidence again. The tiger also noticed that Kyp and Nim had started trailing much farther behind. It was obvious it was just going to be him and Poku from this point onward. Poku pulled Nevin along out of the children’s section and over to another place. It was really quiet and very few people were around. The whole section of the library appeared to have nothing but big thick volumes of books with difficult to comprehend topics. Toward the back there was a small set of tables, and Mr. Roch was sitting at one of them looking very antsy while his ears twitched all over the place. He didn’t even notice when the two of them got to his table and started when Poku tapped him on the shoulder.
“Sorry for taking a bit longer than I said Mr. Roch. Our new recruit was nervous, this being his first time and all.”
The large hippo had his handkerchief balled up in one hand and he wiped his brow yet again. “Well, it appears that things are all good now yes, so I’ll leave the rest up to you.”
Poku pulled Nevin aside and put his hands on the tiger’s shoulders. “You’re going to have to crawl under the table to start things off. You know what you need to do. I’ll be sitting at the table making sure that things are all clear and helping you along if you need it. I also asked Mr. Roch to help you out a little, he’ll let know when things are done, as long as his hand remains anywhere on your head you aren’t finished. Now give me your backpack, and give it all you’ve got.”
Nevin reluctantly handed his backpack over. Without it he felt far more vulnerable, which made no sense, but now that he didn’t have it, he felt like there was no way he could escape if he lost his nerve. He noticed that the table had a particularly long cover on it, it actually draped almost to the floor. A small nudge from Poku was enough to get him moving again, and he got down on his hands and knees and began to crawl under the table. Before he made it under he felt a hand touch his rump ever so slightly, this caused him to jump a bit, and he heard Poku’s muffled voice, but couldn’t make out what he was saying.
It was dim under the table, but it wasn’t really difficult to figure out what he had to do. Once fully under he turned himself around and came face-to-face with Mr. Roch’s crotch. He was definitely a big fellow, all the more evidenced by the belly that hung over his waistband. The button-up shirt that he wore seemed to be trying its best to keep everything in, but it was a very hard fought battle. Nevin crawled forward some more and sat up on his knees so he could get a good look at things. The opening to Mr. Roch’s pants was well concealed under his belly and Nevin knew that it was going to take a bit of digging to get to it. He carefully slid his paws underneath the hippo’s belly and began to feel for the button that would open up the top of his pants. When he brushed over Mr. Roch’s crotch he felt something move and realized that there was a definite, straining bulge there that surprised him, since he had never seen anything like that before. He had to feel around for a good long while before he finally found the metal slide clasp that held the slacks closed. It didn’t help that the big hippo kept shifting around every time his hands brushed over the ever-hardening bulge. It took the tiger cub even more effort just to open the clasp, and even after that he had to fumble around for the tag for the zipper. Once he got a couple of fingers on it he started pulling it down, opening up the hippo’s pants, the large belly following closely unintentionally aiding the process. The further down the fly was opened the more evident it was to Nevin that Mr. Roch had no underwear on, instead Nevin’s eyes slowly widened and his mouth dropped opened as a rather large penis and a pair of heavyset balls were freed from their confines. His only experience with a penis had been his own. He wasn’t even sure how the rotund hippo managed to keep it tucked into his pants as it had not only length but thickness.
Nevin scooted forward keeping the tip of the half-engorged penis in front of him. He took the girth of it between his small hands, the pinkish, rubbery flesh of the hippo’s cock was warm to the touch and actually twitched the moment that the tiger laid his paws on it. He could feel the shaft pulse and begin to stiffen as the tip menacingly shifted from being right in line of sight to pointing slightly upward. This was another first for the young tiger as he had ever seen a penis do that. He felt his ambition waver but before he could stop he felt Mr. Roch’s large, warm hand touch the back of his head and push him forward softly, edging his nose toward the upward curving cock head. The tiger cub’s heart was in his throat now as he opened his mouth and stuck his tongue out letting it touch the foreign organ with a timid lick.
His original expectation was that it was going to taste horrible; and while it wasn’t a popsicle, it wasn’t bad either. The grayish flesh was mildly salty, with a bit of musky aftertaste that was not unpleasant. It kind of reminded him of a fish dish his mother used to cook for him when he was young. At least now he knew that part of the massive organ was not so bad, so he started off by holding on to the the hippo’s cock with both paws and taking a longer lick along the length. As his tongue ran along the veiny shaft he could feel Mr. Roch’s legs begin to shift and he heard an audible grunt from above. He wasn’t sure whether this was a good thing, but he was doing the best he could. Nevin’s course eventually lead him to the more menacing crown of the cock, when he got there he noticed that the taste changed, and his tongue hit a small patch of something that was slick and a little more salty than the rest of the shaft. He touched the very tip of the long member with a padded finger and felt something wet and slippery all over it, and had a doubt again as to whether or not he should even go any farther, but that same soft coaxing hand gave him another little nudge toward the slippery cock head and Nevin decided that it was now or never.
The tiger cub tried his hardest to get his mouth around the tip hippo’s leaking penis. He barely managed to get around the tapered end and then started trying to suck on it. It was hard work and he began getting nervous as the whole situation seemed so alien to him. His tail was swishing and his heart was racing. His mind was on the very brink of freaking out, but then the idea of no longer being able to be with his friends came back, it was small blast of reality that actually helped him center himself again. This was his moment to cement himself back with his friends, and like hell he was going to mess it up. The first thing that Nevin figured was that if the big hippo liked his shaft being licked, he probably wouldn’t mind it still having the same attention while he was giving the blow job. So he took both of his paws and began to work them up and down the long length, enough that sometimes he even bumped gently against the leathery ball sack that was at the base. Then he tried his best to give as much attention to the cock head as he could. He still couldn’t fit much of it in his mouth, but he had managed enough that he could move a little down and then a little back up again while his tongue was working over the surface and the slit where more of the salty-slick liquid that he had run into earlier was coming out. In that moment Nevin closed his eyes, and became aware that his situation was in some ways familiar. He was reminded of how things used to be when he was young and still being fed by his mother. It was a comforting and relaxing thought that pervaded his mind, and it was a strong enough feeling that a purr welled in his throat as he continued to suckle the large hippo’s cock.
The gang was watching Mr. Roch from a nearby table. Nim and Kyp were staring at the large hippo intensely while Poku took a little time to look in the tiger cub’s backpack. All he found was a bathing suit and towel, he shrugged and zipped it back up again.
“Do you think he’s doing alright?” Kyp asked.
“There’s really no way to tell.” Nim chimed in.
“Oh I’m sure there’ll be some indication tha–”
Before Poku could even finish all three of them saw the burly hippo’s ears shoot up as he let out a snort and a huff, flushed and tried to duck his face behind the newspaper in his free hand all the while his body squirming in the obvious throes of lust.
“Guess that answers our question.” Kyp said.
“I didn’t think the little guy had it in him.” Poku responded. “I was sure Nevin was gonna run out of there.”
Poku began to ponder whether he had completely misjudged the tiger cub.
Nevin felt the big hippo’s body begin shifting around more than before, but he still felt the presence of a large hand on the back of his head; so he continued his effort, suckling the cock head while the vibrating purr in his throat intensified. Nevin felt Mr. Roch’s stomach bump against his forehead as he sucked in his breath and pounded the table gently with his fist. This was followed by a muffled grunt and the young tiger felt his head pushed forward as the hippo’s whole cock shuddered and pulsed in his grasp and his mouth was quickly filled up with a thick, salty substance. It was so fast that his cheeks ballooned and soon the strange stuff was pouring out the sides of his mouth as he attempted to swallow some down just out of instinct. The thick liquid poured down his face and began to drip on to his shirt as he felt a couple of wet spots that were sticking to his fur. In his surprise, he pulled his mouth away only to take another shot of the liquid to his face. It was warm and gooey and even more shots of the stuff hit him in his chest and stomach before the liquid went down to just a slow ooze out of the tip of the cock. Nevin noticed that the hippo’s long length was no longer curving upward, but rather had started to droop and soften. Upon seeing this Nevin’s first response was oddly enough to lick the last little bit of the strange liquid off of the cock, as he felt like this was somehow the right thing to do in the situation. He then noticed that Mr. Roch’s hand wasn’t on his head any more, rather it had retrieved his handkerchief and was now wiping his soft privates off. Nevin then felt Mr. Roch’s other hand pat him gently on the head before opening palm up, and in it was a small bead. He couldn’t see what kind it was, but he realized that he was meant to take it, which he did. Before he could remove his hand the large hippo’s hand closed over his, and gave him an awkward shake that also involved the large rubbery fingers tickling the fur of his paw ever so gently.
When everything was finally done, Mr. Roch withdrew his hands, zipped himself back up again, and stood up. After pushing his chair back in place he wished the boys good day and thanked them for being pleasant company. The final thing he said was:
“I hope I get the chance to see your new member again. He’s an excellent addition to the team.”
With that he tossed Poku his newspaper which was now folded up, turned around and lumbered off toward the front exit. When the boys were sure that he had left they all rushed to the table and lifted the tablecloth. There they saw Nevin, completely covered, head-to-toe in Mr. Roch’s cum.
“Holy crap!” Kyp exclaimed before being shushed by Nim and Poku.
“Wow, I don’t think I’ve ever seen Mr. Roch do that much, what did you do to the poor old guy?”
“I-I don’t know, it just happened.” Nevin got nervous again. “But he gave me this before leaving.”
The young tiger opened his paw and there was a bright blue glass bead in it.
“He got blue on the first try?” Kyp once again nearly yelled out.
“Quiet Kyp!” Poku snapped. “Nevin, this means you did really well and there’s a lot more to talk about; however...” all three boys looked over the messy tiger cub, “...first we need to get you cleaned up.”
“How?” Nim inquired. “We can’t just march him out the front door looking like that.”
“We can get him out the back. There’s a creek in the forest, just behind the library, remember?” Poku responded.
“Oh that’s right there is.” Nim said glancing over to the exit door.
The three boys spirited the tiger cub away to the back of the library to a door marked with a sign that said “Stairs to the First Floor” and opened up to a spiral staircase. They made their way down along the pastel green colored walls, and to an exit that was marked “For Emergency Only” but the door was always wedged slightly open with a brick on account that the librarian enjoyed a smoke break every once in awhile and didn’t want the rest of the patrons seeing her habit.
The boys slipped out quickly and then made their way to the edge of the forest and then walked a little ways in where they got to the creek.
“Alright Nevin, we gotta get all your clothes rinsed off, and you need to get all that cum out of your fur.”
“Cum?” Nevin inquired as his shirt was pulled over his head.
“That thick, sticky stuff that came out of Mr. Roch’s privates.”
“Oh, that’s what that stuff is called.” Nevin looked at his shirt and felt a little grossed out that he had eaten the stuff.
“Yep, keep that in mind for later, since you’ll be dealing with it a lot.”
“Um, it looks like you’re gonna need to take your shorts off too Nevin.”
Everyone looked down and saw that his grey shorts had large, dark wet spots where the copious amounts of hippo cum had soaked in.
“I-I guess you’re right.”
The tiger cub worked off his shoes and took his socks off too as he didn’t want them getting dirty. He then shucked off his shorts and handed them over to the dalmatian pup. He was now standing in just his blue-rimmed underwear. His hands wandered down and touched them before he realized that the cum had soaked all the way through the shorts and even damped his underwear. Poku saw the tiger’s reaction and immediately responded.
“You might as well let me rinse those off too.”
“B-but I’ll be naked.”
“Nevin, you just sucked a big old hippo’s dick. Is being naked really that big of a deal?”
Nevin pondered this, and he couldn’t really argue the point as the dalmatian’s logic was sound.
“I guess you’re right.”
“Of course I am.” Poku said as he hooked a finger in the elastic band of the tiger cub’s underwear and pulled them down and over his hips.
Naturally, Nevin’s initial response was still to cover himself, at least until he went over to the creek. Kyp and Nim had stripped down to just underwear and were already over by the water trying to splash each other, and the playing around was enough that the tiger cub stopped being so self conscious and started to work at getting his fur cleaned up. It was not easy cleaning the areas where the hippo’s cum had already dried. Both the bunny and colt helped Nevin get things clear. It wasn’t long before they had finally gotten him cleaned up and Poku tossed Nevin’s backpack to Nim so that they could get him dry. The two boys helped Nevin dry off, and while it was happening Poku pulled out his phone.
“Hey Nevin?” The dalmatian yelled.
“Yes?” Nevin looked up for a moment, still stark naked.
Poku snapped a quick picture of the tiger cub with his phone. “You did well today, that bead you got is blue, that means that you got the best possible rating from your client. It’s not often a new recruit gets that.”
“Does that mean I’m part of the Nitpickers?” Nevin asked as he wrapped himself in his towel.
“I would say you are most certainly a member.”
“Really!?” Nevin was split between utter giddy excitement and wanting to cry. All that effort had paid off, and he’d be able to stick with his friends for the summer.
“Yes, really. Let me get the bead on your bracelet. It’ll let new potential clients know that you are good at what you do.”
“Wow, thanks.” Nevin watched the dalmatian untie the bracelet and string the blue bead onto it so it was sitting right next to the red one.
As Poku did this, the other boys came back with Nevin’s clothes, which were now clean of cum, but also sopping wet from the creek.
“How am I going to explain all this wet clothing to my mom?” Nevin asked.
“That part is easy.” Poku said as he tied the simple bracelet back on the tiger’s wrist. “You have your bathing suit, you can wear that home and say that your clothing fell in the pool when some kid kicked them in by accident.”
“That sounds like a great idea.” Kyp chimed in as he unzipped Nevin’s backpack and handed the dry bathing suit to the tiger cub.
“I guess that’ll work out.” Nevin said as he slipped his suit on.
The boys set off toward their homes, and as Kyp, Nim and Nevin were chatting with each other, Poku was busy sending a message through his phone.
Got a new member for the team. Got a blue bead first time around. Let me know what you think. -Pokupup.
It wasn’t long before his phone vibrated with a response.
Looks young, a blue bead on the first try shows promise. We need that demographic anyway. Need you to bring everyone to base tomorrow. Especially Nim.
Good job today. -Vedo
Once he got the message he put his phone away and caught up with the rest of the group as they all headed home for the evening.
That night Nevin laid in bed and stared up as his wrist, the blue and red beads on his bracelet glinted off of the light on his ceiling. It had been an intense and tiring day for him, and he felt lucky that his parents bought the excuse for why his clothing was all wet. He didn’t know exactly everything that was in store for him now that he was a Nitpicker, but he was excited to find out. Knowing he was already better than most gave him more confidence in what was to come, and piqued his interest as to what else he would have to do, and who else he would see in the process. All he knew is that he’d approach everything with as much gusto as possible, and hopefully he would have an exciting summer with his friends.",
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