Imagine something with layers. Anything. Anything at all. Anything you can think of that might have layers. Good. Noww, what was it? An onion? A cake, perhaps? The planet Earth, even? Those are all very good answers, but today we're going to look at one thing in particular. Or, more fittingly, one place. A hospital has many floors. Many, many floors with many things happening on each. Rooms upon rooms of things. On one floor, surgeries are being done. On the floor above that, a prosession of people watches said surgeries. Somewhere else a man is being rushed in with what is surely a fatal stomach wound, though there is a chance that a doctor might save him. Elsewhere, a patient walks the halls with her IV hanging beside her, a small plastic bracelet with her name and room number on her wrist. And still elswhere, two doctors converse about their respective weeks while practicing their sutures on a couple of cadavers. Many, many things happen in a hospital. Let's take a look at a specific area of a specific floor. in this particular hospital, it's the fifth floor. This is technically the topmost floor, though there is an area above it where not many people go; a crawlspace for the janitors and technicians, those who need to clean and fix things in the building. The fifth floor, though, is where all of the "New Arrivals" happen, if you will. And on this specific floor, in a specific hallway, we have another good example of something that is layered. Have you ever sat down in a busy, bustling area and listened to your surroundings? Have you ever tried to pick out the individual sounds you were listening to? Well, let's do so here. We'll go backwards, from quietest to loudest. First would be the sound of squeeking wheels. The second is hard footsteps on solid ground; possibly three or four pairs of feet all hitting out of time with each other. The third sound is the first voice; a female student breathing hard as she jots down as many notes as she can. She has to learn this stuff for when she gets to do this job herself. Fourth is a man who's been to the hospital several times over the past two days. He fears for the safety of his wife, but he knows she'll pull through; she's a strong woman who'll fight to the very end. Fourth is the wife's doctor, telling his nurse as calmly as he can what she needs to know and reassuring the man's wife that everything's going to be okay and that she's doing fine. Sixth is the nurse, nodding and reading back what the doctor needs to know. They both need to be up to speed with every single detail in case anything unexpected happens. The event they've been waiting on has finally arrived. And finally, the seventh sound is the loudest; the high pitched wild cries of a woman in labour. Her breathing is hard but measured, the "heh-heh-hoo"s are coming quicker and quicker, and she's in likely the worst pain she's ever been in. A door bursts open to a delivery room as the doctor swiftly sets everything up, the nurse and husband doing their best to calm the wife down. Things are tough, yes, but you'll pull through, they tell her. She screams obscenities back at them, but she knows they're right, and it does help to hear it from someone else. She gives a push or two, and the doctor gets to his position. Everyone moves to where they need to be; the man holding his wife's hand as she crushes his poor fingers half to death, the nurse by the doctor who is between the woman's legs, her likely enflamed privates obscured by the wife's hospital gown. The student peaks and immediately looks away, embarassed by having stolen a glance at such a sacred thing. This is not yet a thing that she should see, she thinks to herself. "You're doing wonderfully Mrs. Oakley, absolutely wonderfully. I couldn't be doing it better myself if I tried." The doctor said. "GET THIS FUCKING KID OUT OF ME!!" The fox woman screamed. Her husband quickly gave her a look and she seemed to shrink back just the slightest. "PLEASE!!" The doctor, a fox himself, gave her a look of concern as well, but he understood; childbirth was a very stressfull event, especially for the one doing the birthing. The fox woman's breathing was, to excuse a pun, incredibly laboured now that the final moments were closing in. Her husband, also a fox, was wincing, prtty sure she had broken something in his hand. The student, a calico cat girl, was jotting things down and trying to keep her mind on the events in a more wholesome manner. Being a female, she found her mind putting herself in that same position of having a child. She blushed, hoping no one would notice. The nurse, a hyena woman, was looking over the doctor's shoulder. "I... I think I see something, doc!" she said, pointing. The doctor moved his glasses down his canine nose a bit and leaned in for a closer look. Mrs. Oakley screamed as a sudden gush of fluid spewed forth from her vagina like a short burst from a firehose. It splattered all over the doctor and the nurse, getting them both plenty messy, as well as the area behind them. Neither seemed phased, as if this happened every time a child is born. "Wonderful, Mrs. Oakley, wonderful! I think I can see the head!" The doctor said as another gush soaked his chest and face again. He grinned all through it, getting the birth in his teeth. Faint screams and giggles could be heard. "There! There's the head, doc! That's definitely the head!" The nurse said through two more gushes, accompanied by excited squirmings from the two front rows of the crowd. The doctor moved out of the way so the next gush could hit them full on, Mrs. Oakley's vagina clearly on display for hundreds to see as her afterbirth (oddly ketchup flavoured) spewed across a group of furs sitting right in front of the stage. The fox woman grunted good and hard, her husband's hand finally snapping practically in half to his hidden relief as the head of their child crowned, brown fur and huge ears poking out from the fox's vaginal lips, spread impossibly far by the oversized skull. Then with one more hearty push, a thick popping sound, and a final gush of fluid, the head of their heavily soaked child slipped through his mother's pussy lips. It hung limply for a moment, its big ears and adorable noseleaf making people aww before the head finally snaps to life with a big grin. Then everyone on stage did jazz hands. Then Bartleby said his one and only line in the entire production: "Ta-da!" Applause. End scene. --- Bartleby is in the back licking himself off as the others come in, each poofing into their normal clothing, or appropriate lack thereof for the foxboy Xander. "Dude, that was awesome! Not a dry eye in the house!" The russet furred kid says as he rubs his paw in the bat boy's headfur. Bartleby giggles. "That does tend to happen when you have a splatter zone that rotates between acts." he says, starting to get sick of the flavour of ketchup. He decides to just poof the rest off. "You think we won anything?" Lexi asked, picking around in her butt for something to sniff. "As much as I'd like to hope so, remember what we're up against." Bartleby notes. "Yeah, one of the groups from Mr. Lewis' class is doing part of Evil Dead: the Musical, and pretty much all of Ms. Payne's class is doing a couple of scenes from Sweeney Todd." Xander says, sitting down and idly fondling himself. "That's some pretty tough comp." Gillian furrows her brow. "I thought they were doing something Care Bear related." Xander shakes his head. "That was last year, and they won with it. Hard not to when you Care Bear stare the audience into servitude just long enough for them to vote." He says, Bartleby unsure if he's joking or not. "Then again, last year's theme was cute stuff. They got lucky picking the one with built in brain washing abilities. No such luck for them this year." He explains. Bartleby hops down from his seat and walks over to cuddle with his foxy boyfriend. "So, how long do we have to wait before we find the results?" He asks, rubbing his cheek fur against Xander's chest. "Heh, not too long, batm- hey, where'd your junk go?" Xander asks, oddly concerned. He was looking down at Bartleby's pink, bald crotch area, little bits of torn skin showing clearly that something had been there previously. Bartleby looks down as well before giggling a bit. "Oh yeah, almost forgot! I have to show you guys something." He grinned naughtily as he stood up. "Check this out!" The others all huddled together and watched Bartleby very closely. They only had to wait a few seconds before they all suddenly gasped! --- About a month or so prior to this, the kids were all in Ms. Shaddenfreude's class when she announced the upcoming event. "A local theatre is going to be holding a sort of talent night for anyone with an interest in acting. All participating groups get to do a performance of their choosing, based on a theme. This year's it's blood and gore, so feel free to get creatively messy with things. Awards will be handed out afterwards based on the audiences voting. "Now, this IS an extracurricular activity, so you don't have to take part if you don't want to. Anyone who doesn't want to participate will be executed in some fashion," she said. The crowd of students all giggled, and their teacher grinned naughtily. Xander raised his hand. "Can our parents help us out?" He asked. Ms. Shaddenfreude nodded. "Of course. Family and friends alike can even act along side you if you can find a part for them." She said. This got lots of kids talking. The bell chose that moment to go off, signalling the end of the day's classes. "The performance date will be one month from today, so choose wisely and have fun rehearsing!" Ms. Schaddenfreude called to her kids as they all rushed out to get started on their new projects. She sat in her seat and sighed, fingers sliding down to her bare crotch to play with herself. She did so love to see kids getting excited about the arts. --- Xander and Bartleby walked through the hall to the bathroom, both kids needing to go before they met their friends for some after school fun and planning. They both walked in and waved to the toilet kids, each in various states of bondage as per their choosing. Bartleby sat down on a cat boy's open mouth and grunted, his cute bat butt letting out a toot before he could feel his dump starting. He sighed happily, as did the boy he was feeding. Xander walked over to a cute dog girl bound to the wall upside down. Her pussy was showing through a zippered opening in her leather panties. Xander giggled and licked it before sticking his weiner through the ring gag in her mouth and started peeing. "So, any ideas, batman?" He asked. Bartleby grunted again. "Not really. I never liked gory movies. They always scared the crap out of me." He said, eeping when he felt the catboy lick his butthole. "Heh, yeah, I kinda figured. Lots of people are gonna wanna do scenes from movies and stuff. I know Lexi's likely thinking about something from Little Shop of Horrors." He chuckled a bit before pulling out and politely smacking his toilet in the face with his penis. "But I've got a better idea. "See, they're all gonna have to live up to the source material with their stuff. It'll probably be cool, but I think it'd be better to do something original." Bartleby grunted heavily as he felt himself pass what he swore was an apple. "Aaahh... so, what's your idea?" "I'm thinking some kind of hospiial scene. Maybe a surgery, or something. Play it up like a comedy. Botched surgeries are always hilarious." he said as he washed his hands. Bartleby grimaced. "Are you sure? I mean, there's a bunch of people down here 'cause of that sort of stuff." Xander looked back at him with a smirk. "And do you think they're better or worse off for it?" Bartleby shrugged, getting up off his toilet cat who gave him one last buttlick to clean him up. "That depends. Remember, not everyone got to die with their families like you did." The bat said. Xander considered that as he looked Bartleby over. He nodded. "I guess. So, not ALL botched surgeries are hilarious." He thought for a while before getting another idea that made him grin. "You know what... I think I've got something better anyway. Let's go; we'll discuss it on the way." He said, pulling Bartleby out by the winghand. --- "So, I'm thinking my mom'll be the, well, mom there..." Xander said, explaining his idea to the girls while they all sat at a picnic table. Bartleby was sucking away at a juice box and enjoying a sandwich that Xander's mom had made for him (mmmmm boobmeat). Gillian was eatting various rotten things out of a seemingly endless ziplock bag while Lexi herself was being eaten rather messily by a couple wolves. Most of her legs had been picked clean by then. Xander himself wasn't eatting anything, the foxboy too excited by his idea to eat anything really. "... I'll be the doctor, and you'll be the nurse, and-" "Wait, you'll be the doctor?" Gillian asked quizically. "Why not be the kid? They're foxes, you're a fox- it just makes sense." Xander's eye twinkled. "Exactly. It's the shock and awe of it! The couple who are clearly foxes give birth to a bat child! The mystery; the intrigue!" He gesticulates dramatically. Bartleby was only sort of paying attention, the bat having already heard the idea and agreed with it. He was distracted at that moment by a couple of non-ev squirrels who seemed to be squabbling over something. He was concerned about what their problem might be. He knew squirrels were pretty territorial, but the Naughty Level was supposed to be all friendly and stuff. Were they playing around, or something? It didn't seem like it to him. He sipped his juice as Xander continued. "I'm not sure exactly where the scene should end, or how, really... not sure if I want to touch on the drama or have it end as some kind of joke." He said, sitting on the table and scratching his chin idly. "actually, we could... no, no, on second thought I know at least three people will be doing that joke; way too expected in a place like Hell." He said, shaking his head. Bartleby's squirrels were starting to get more ranbunctious. Their tussle was upgraded to essentially a slap fight before they suddenly broke it off and one squirrel came running right at the table. Bartleby's heart raced as he stood up to try and look under the table to follow the squirrel, but he was too slow. Not only did the little critter get under the table far too fast for him to see it go, he also felt a really odd feeling around his waist; his crotch especially. Bartleby 'eeped!' as the squirrel went tearing off up a tree. The bat looked down at himself before looking over to find he'd lost sight of the squirrel. "What's wrong?" asked Gillian. Bartleby sat back down to keep sipping his juice. "The squirrel I was watching stole my penis and it surprised me." He said in roughly the same manner as one would describe the colour of the grass. The others just sort of nodded and continued talking. But something wasn't quite right. Bartleby knew what it felt like to have his boybits taken off. Something had felt weird. He moved his butt a bit and felt something squish. He looked at his butt and his eyebrow went up. "Hunh... apparently it surprised me so much I pooped myself." He said. "Mine!" Lexi called out quickly, making Xander pout jokingly. "No fair! You always get to eat Bartleby's poop!" He said, sticking out his bottom lip. Lexi just stuck her tongue out at him before wincing delightedly; one of the wolves had just bitten her engorged hyena clit in half. Bartleby shrugged off the incident, figuring hey, if the squirrel wanted some nuts, at least he knew his were good. --- A week or two later, Bartleby's alarm woke him up at its usual weekend time. Him and his friends were going to do a bit of rehearsing with Mr. and Mrs. Oakley. Bartleby was particularly excited because today was going to be the first day they were going to practice the birthing scene itself, which meant him and several bottles worth of ketchup were going to be going up Xander's mom's snatch. Mrs. Oakley's pussy was really comfy, and it gave him a huge boner when he was inside her. Plus it smelled great. He picked up Terry and hugged him before sticking him down the front of his pajamas. Terry loved to basically teethe on Bartleby's morning wood until the boy rewarded him with a fair load of bat cream. The boy giggled as he felt his favourite plush going to town on his boy place. He looked down to watch Terry squirm about in there as he did everything he could to make the Bartleby blow his wad. Bartleby himself went about his usual morning preperations, namely brushing and flossing his teeth. He guessed that Mrs. Oakley probably had a bowl of cereal waiting for him downstairs with her own milk in it. Seriously, he practically WAS their kid considering they'd essentially adopted him, letting him join his room with their awesome house. It was all too fitting for Bartleby to be the "baby" in their little play considering that. He of course was all for it as well, and it was the very thought of being curled up inside Xander's mom, all warm and snug that finally got him to blow. Terry made all sorta of happy noises as he caught as much spunk in his fuzzy fur as he could, rubbing in Bartleby's scent all over himself and getting plenty on his felt tongue so he could taste it, too. Once he was finished, Bartleby reached into his pants and pulled the adorably messy fox plush out and put him on his dresser before going downstairs for some breakfast with Xander and his parents. On the way he ran into his fox buddy. The boys hugged and shared a rahter juicy kiss. when they broke it off, Xander started sniffing about, particularly around Bartleby. Eventually he shoved his nose into Bartleby's rear, getting a rather thick squish. "Dude, was I really that rough last night?" He asked, refering to the romp they'd had the night before when Xander had tried to see how big he could make his dick before Bartleby's ass would tear. Turns out it was pretty big. Bartleby furrowed his brow. "Hunh... must have forgotten to heal that up before I went to sleep..." he said, having previously been pretty darn sure he had healed it up. Xander giggled as he scooped some out and licked it off his fingers. "Totally gonna make fun of Lexi for not getting to eat it this time." He said before groping at Bartleby's crotch. His expression changed as he looked down and pulled the front of the boy's pajama bottoms open. "And by the looks of things, either you or Terry got hungry while you were sleeping, too." This puzzled Bartleby. "Hmmm... no, I let Terry play with my bits after I woke up. Heck, I covered him in cum and and everything... pretty sure I still had my penis when I pulled him out," he said, really confused. "Plus, I'm not even sure he CAN eat." Xander shrugged. "Nah, dude, they can totally eat stuff. I had one of my puppets eat my junk before. Felt awesome. Heh, felt..." he giggled at the accidental pun. Bartleby giggled too, figuring that must've been it. "Yeah, I guess that makes sense." "Come on man, we gotta eat before the girls get over. I'm thinking we yiff like idiots before rehearsal so we're not so distracted by my mom's gorgeous pussy." He said, running off to the kitchen. His bat boyfriend nodded. He poofed his penis back and his soiled jammies clean and ran after the fox boy. --- It wasn't until a few days before the final performance that he noticed this sort of incident again. He realized afterwards that it was pretty likely it had happened far more frequently, but he was just so used to having his junk removed and such that it didn't register to him that it was a thing that had happened. He'd likely subconsciously poofed things clean and just went about his business. This time, though, something had stuck out about the incident that he couldn't ignore. Literally, in fact. Bartleby had gone to the Abyssal Nursery again to hang out with his friend Krystal, the toothpaste vixen. The two had been playing a game when someone behind them spoke. "Dude, there's something moving in your diaper." Bartleby turned to look at the pangolin kid who'd addressed him and then down at his cushioned butt. Krystal gasped and pointed. "He's right! You made a friend!" She watched the bulge in his drawers wiggling about around his rear. Bartleby furrowed his brow and reached down into the squishiness that was now present in the bum of his diaper. He stuck out his tongue as he could definitely feel whatever it was suddenly panic and scurry about. He yelped and fell backwards, reaching his clean hand into the front of his pants to grab the thing, as he could clearly feel it trying to pull his nuts off, the skin torn half way by the time Bartleby got a hold of it. It felt good, as things generally did, but it was a bit of a surprise when you weren't expecting it to happen. After a bit of wrestling about, Bartleby finally grabbed a hold of it and yanked it up out of his drawers. --- "Uh... hey." The little stowaway says, waving a paw sheepishly. "I... live in this kid's butt. And sometimes... I eat his dick and stuff." There is silence in the changing room before Xander points with a grin. "Holy crap! There's a bunny sticking out of your ass!" --- "He's adorable!" Krystal grabbed the filthy little bunny and hugged it, getting him all goopy with her toothpastiness. "Eh, eh, get the goo chick off the fur! It ain't supposed to get clean!" The rabbit protested. This caused Krystal to get a confused and very appologetic look on her face as she sat the apparently irritable bunny on the floor. The rabbit seemed to be mostly non-ev, though it could clearly talk. It also sat more than it stood, the chubby rabbit's stomach likely making four-legged walking a bit difficult. It wiped its arms off, trying to remove the blue goop, but keep the brown stuff. "I'm so, so sorry Mr. Rabbit, I just... I'm really, really sorry..." Krystal appologized, clearly hurt by the fact she'd upset the bunny. The bunny in question sighed, shaking its head. He held up his paws, "Look, stop; don't, okay? You didn't know. There's no way you coulda known. I ain't gonna get angry at someone who don't know any better. So calm your blue pants down, alright? --- "The name's Bert." the rabbit says, holding out a paw. He's sticking out of Bartleby's rear from his chest up. It takes a few seconds before Xander and Lexi both reach out to greet him. "Name's Xander, Bartleby's boyfriend. Sorry if I poked you any time we were yiffing." He appologizes. "Heh, no worries, I enjoyed it most times." Bert says, winking. "I've lived in butts for a long, LONG time, kid; I know how to take a dick in the rear without anyone noticing too much." Xander giggles at this. Lexi shakes his paw as well, licking it clean from the bit of poo that gets on it. "How long have you been inside Bartleby?" --- "Kid, you remember you went to tha bathroom sometime, ah... maybe a month ago? The cat guy?" Bert explained. Bartleby nodded. Then he gasped. "Yeah see, I was living in him for the longest time, and it was cool and all, but I was just... you know, wanting to branch out. Needed a new place to stay. Variety's a spice a life and all that. So I crawled up his guts and stuff and he spit me up your butt." The bat boy considered this and nodded again. "So... wow... that was you all those times? You were why I lost my dick and pooped myself those two times?" "Well, yeah..." the bunny scratched the back of his head, "but it was... a lot more than two times." Bartleby raised an eyebrow. "How many?" --- "I eat at least... twice a day. Sometimes three times if I'm lucky, you know?" Bert says. Gillian gasps. "Woooow... two times a day? You must be really good at it if he only noticed twice!" The bunny in Bartleby's rear chuckles. "Like I said, been living in butts for practically ever; you learn to be quick, precise, and discrete. Otherwise you get found and kicked out. And that's no fun at all." Lexi looks about on the couch, confused. "So, if you poop every time he comes out, then... wheres the poop this time?" Bartleby giggles. "I poofed that away with the ketchup. I just forgot to poof my dick back when Bert was done eatting." Lexi nods, understanding now. Xander just sort of stares at the little rabbit, then looks to Bartleby with a grin. "Man, I so totally wish I had to shit that day. you're fucking LUCKY! You've got a dick eatting rabbit guy living in your butt!" The fox boy suddenly thinks for a moment before grabbing hold of his boybits like he's gonna rip them off. "You wanna eat my dick, Bert?" He asks with all the happy a hyper foxboy can manage when offering someone his penis. Bert chuckles. "Maybe some other time, kid. If you notice..." He pats the bare pink patch on Bartleby's crotch. "... I just ate. Trust me, if you're all willing to put up with me, then I'd be more than willing to try whatever you'll throw at me. I ain't picky." He says. --- Bartleby considered the choices presented to him: keep Bert around for a while at least, or kick him to the curb right then. Sure, Bert hadn't exactly asked to live in Bartleby's butt, but he hadn't exactly made a nuisance of himself either. The bat shrugged and picked the bunny up. He brought him up to eye level. "Alright. You can stay. But you be good. If there's any trouble, I'll take you back to the bathroom you came from and you'll go back with the cat guy, okay?" Bert weighed things in his head before putting out a paw. "You got a deal, kid." Bartleby smiled and shook on it. Then he opened the front of his diaper and let the bunny finish his work. He leaned back as the bunny slowly ate away his dick, biting small chunks out here and there, chewing and swallowing carefully between bites. He was rewarded with at least one load of cum to mix in with the bat cock he was nibbling away on and was quite thankful for it. When he was done he stuck his head out of the bat's diaper and belched rather deeply for a rabbit. "I think the two of us is gonna be great company, kid." --- "And, well... that's how I met Bert." Bartleby sits back down on the couch, the bunny having squeezed himself back up inside the bat's behind. "I've been pretty happy with him ever since. Sometimes he lets me know he's coming out, and we have a lot of fun with him eatting my boy bits, and sometimes he just surprises me. I told him that I was gonna introduce him to you guys, it's just the chance to hadn't come up until today." Xander chuckles. "I'm still so totally jealous of that, man. God, that has to feel awesome; just noticing halfway through that it's happening, an-" He's interrupted by someone looking in and calling them to come out. "Come on, the voting's over," They say, "we've all gotta be out there so we can accept our awards and stuff!" Xander looks back at the others. "Alright, well let's go get us some stuff. After having seen your new butt toy, I'm wanting one myself. Let's hope we get a trophy or something." The others giggle as they all get up, re-poof their costumes on (Bartleby's ketchupiness included), and go out to see who won what. --- Unfortunately, they didn't win much. Xander had been right about most groups doing famous movie bits, but they were lucky in that their's was the "Most Original Idea", so that got them something. Other notable winners were a group who managed to drown two people in the front row with their rendition of the "blood fountain" scene from A Nightmare on Elm Street. The Evil Dead musical group won Best Musical Number for "All the Men in My Life Keep Getting Killed by Candarian Demons" with the Sweeney Todd act getting an honorable mention for their version of "A Little Priest". The good/bad news for Xander would come when the teachers handed them their awards. They were in fact trophies, but they were also tiny golden guillotines. Xander wasn't too upset, though; since the cute little guillotines actually worked, he got to cut his dick off and stick it up Bartleby's rear for Bert to eat. Lexi joined in and did the same thing her pseudo-penis clit. And then of course, they all went back to Xander's place for a celebritory orgy. And, uh... well, I can't really say they "lived", per se, but they were most certainly happy. --- THE END?