[center][b]Me Time[/b][/center]

[center]By Kaydrien Iceclaw[/center]



The slap on Mike’s ass startled a gigantic full-body twitch out of him.

It didn’t help that he was home alone. He had been totally concentrated on ducking and weaving his heroic plumber through waves of angry digital mushrooms when the unexpected smack very nearly made him yeet his handheld.

“WHTHEFU-“ Mike twisted around from his place on the couch and froze.

Standing there leering at him was a tan-faced rat, fur turning white under the chin and staying that way down over the exposed chest. Lean, verging on bony, abs present only as the slightest suggestion. Naked.

Which wasn’t the most startling thing about this, of course.

“What the fuck?” Mike asked himself breathlessly.

“Time loop.” Mike answered.

“What.” 

The rat stared at the other self, still stooped down to slap his rear, a mirror image of Mike down to the smallest detail. Except that a reflection would have had his little scar on the other ear.

“…time loop?” He asked tremulously, looking the other(?) rat up and down for any hint that this might be some elaborate prank.

“I think so.” The other him shrugged. On his back, the brown patches that his hood of colored fur broke into would bob up and down in time with the motion. “I remember having the same conversation from where you’re sitting a bit ago, anyway.”

Mike stammered. “But… But...”

“Hey, I’m sure I’ll hear about it later if it happened to anyone else. Thinkin’ about other things right now.”

He most certainly was; future-Mike had his hand on his own left buttock again, giving himself a meaningful squeeze. Mike warmed under his fur. The awareness that his counterpart was hard, glans-tipped shaft standing proud out of his familiar plush sheath.

“Really?”

Fingers were already wedging under his waistband. Laying on his side as he was, the tugging pulled it to a rakish tilt as the other end was wedged between his hip and the couch.

“Hey, do I really gotta say it?”

The thought [i]golden opportunity, been a while, I am pretty hot, probably never have another chance[/i] flickered through Mike’s head and he knew he was following along. He supposed he [i]didn’t[/i] have to say it. The rat helped pants himself, squirming in the rush to disrobe.

“I must be fucked in the head.”

“Probably am.” Agreed the other Mike amiably. “I am one hot piece of rat and I know it, don’t I?”

The pose ruined Mike’s concentration, and one toeclaw hooked onto his underwear while he stared at the hands running down the sides of his body. “Shit. I’m a fucking narcissist.”

“Not yet I’m not.” Came the smug answer. “Hurry it up so we can get started on that.”

Mike shucked his shirt like his life depended on it. The tee landed draped over the forgotten handheld game, unnoticed, as he was already leaning precariously off the couch toward his own crotch. Without a thought he licked at the hard shaft.

The other Mike didn’t let him get more than a taste of the dick before hands on his ears pulled him away. “Nah. I can do that whenever. We’re going all the way.”

He regretted having only one tantalizing hint of himself on his tongue, but he had a point. Mike was flexible enough to suck himself off whenever he wanted. A different angle would be interesting, but…

The rat was shoved face-down again, positioned almost as he had started while his future self kneaded his buns.

“I should eat more.” The other rat remarked matter-of-factly. “This could use more cushion.”

“It always goes to my middle though.” Mike enjoyed the rough pressure of being manhandled, his bald tail flopping into his counterpart’s wrists. “The gym? More leg days?”

“Oh yeah.” The buns were pulled apart hard enough to make him squeak in startlement, and he felt a waft of air on his tailhole where he was undoubtedly getting a whiff of himself. “That sounds great. Show off for all the guys how sexy a rat I am. Huff. Damn, my ass smells good. Wish I could bend far enough to just do this all day.”

Mike groaned at the thought. His half-chub pressed into the coarse fabric of the sofa cushion as his future self rooted around under his tail, prodding with his pink nose-tip. He giggled as a wet brush over the hole told him he was getting a good taste too.

The tongue worked downward over his taint, moving quickly to get to one of his favorite parts of himself. Mike’s balls were average for a rat. ‘Average for a rat’ was still plenty to score points off other dudes in the locker room, though. The snuffling nose worked over the generously sized orbs appreciatively to huff up his own smell.

Was there something weird about liking his own scent? It wasn’t the sort of thing you asked other guys if they did. Maybe sometime he would find someone to tell him how good he whiffed and validate him.

“Hold still.” Future-Mike admonished, pulling away regretfully from his backside. He hadn’t showered for a day or two, which made that an effort. But his cock didn’t want to wait too much longer. He swiped the lube he had set on the end table a moment before that first slap, lifted his counterpart’s tail, and started pouring the stuff right onto that delicious rat-hole.

“Eee!” Mike squeeked. His hips jerked, sending a cascade of the lubricant gliding along the crack of his ass to pool between his balls, and then roll over the orbs. “Cold!”

“Yeah, I remember. Damn that looks good though.”

The thick liquid gleamed on Mike’s ass and balls like syrup on a stack of pancakes. After a second the rat relaxed again, the motion easing the pressure between his cheeks and nearly sucking the lube down into the crevice as it opened up marginally.

Future-Mike didn’t waste any time, first one hand then the other sliding in to that rump-crack. Thick lube matted over the fur of the rat’s ass as he rubbed the overgenerous helping of synthetic goo over every available surface. Within moments taint, cheeks, cleft, balls, and even tailbase were all getting an eager slippery massage.

“Stop fucking teasing yourself.” Mike groaned. He reached back to pull his buttocks apart in display and nearly lost his grip on the slippery glutes. “Get in there so you can- so I can fuck me.”

“On it.” 

An obliging finger prodded into the pink puckered tailstar, slow and smooth just like he knew he liked it. The exploring digit swirled around the clenching insides while a second wedged into place. Too fast, but neither of him really cared right now. He was fingering his own ass, the person he by default knew best in all the world.

“Can’t wait.” The rat with his fingers up his double’s ass grunted.

“No.” The rat being fingered agreed, as the other Mike clambered up onto the couch behind him. He very nearly kneed himself hard in the thigh in the process, and didn’t really notice.

Future-Mike poured another dollop of lube over his hard cock, grabbing it in one hand to work the coat on evenly while he balanced with the other. He had to press pretty hard on the dick to force it down enough to press his tip against the lubed asshole. And then he shoved pretty hard.

The Mike on bottom yelped, suddenly spread wide. More time with those fingers would have been a good idea. Three fingers wouldn’t have hurt.

“That’s right, take your monster cock.”

“I’m average. Five, five and a half fucking inches-“ An emphatic, but ambiguous exhalation broke him off mid-thought.

“Yeah, five and a half perfect fucking inches. And you’re plenty fucking thick, aren’t you?”

As more of that cock worked its way in, it sure felt that way. Mike groaned accord as the soft-edged flare of feeling told him his prostate had made contact, washing away the worst discomfort of the stretch. He went limp against the couch, hands losing their grips.

Future-Mike happily took over and pressed the lubed buns inward. Slippery crack thus sandwiched hard to the sides of his cock he thrust in to slap crotch against that cushion. The rat’s back passage was effectively extended by the depth of his rump cheeks, making him ram up against butt’s love-button instead of gliding past. Delighting in the pleasured moan he pulled back to start an even jackhammering. “Wonderful fit, just like it should be.”

What could Mike do but agree with himself? He was hitting himself at just the right angle, firm and repeatedly. Muscles melting under the heat of lust he let himself be rutted into the couch. His own ignored penis was mashed relentlessly into the cushion.

The rat on top was a machine. Driven by a passionate lust for himself he hadn’t been fully aware of until he had been on the receiving end of it, his hips worked in a determined rhythm, obstinately resolved not to let up for even a second. His best features, those big rat balls, sliding and rubbing on the lube he had gotten everywhere made a slick foursome of their own. A gravity-grinding pile of rodent nutsack that drove him almost as wild as the penetration itself. 

The increasingly emphatic pleasure-noises from the self under him (not to mention the tight slick rear wrapped around his shaft) steadily eroded his stamina. Feeling his self-control wavering he had to slow. He was bent on making sure his partner, himself, got off first, knowing from the other side that he could do it.

To this end he loosened his grip, turning his thrusts into a longer slower grinding against his own innards. “You like that, don’t you. I know I do. Do it.”

“Do…” Mike murmured, semicoherent. He was rather distracted.

Future-Mike felt it before his past self did. The beginnings of a fluttering. Shifting friction that wasn’t matched fully to his movements. “Do it. Cum on your cock.”

He would never be able to tell whether the command had anything to do with it, but Mike did cum. His prostate gave up the fight to keep anything inside, firing thick spurts of rat cum in lazy mind-numbing bursts into stomach-fur and couch cushion alike.

And with that, the penetrating rat needed no more restraint. He stopped fighting the urge and pounded away, hard and fast as he could, battering his working insides and further confusing the issue. He came hard into his own ass just as his other self’s balls finished emptying themselves onto the sofa.

The shuddering leaking duo lay in a tangle of limbs for a good long while, collecting his thoughts.

“Oh dammit.”

“Mmm-hmm.” Future-Mike didn’t bother to open his eyes since, of course, he already knew. 

“I’m going to have to clean this.” Mike pushed himself upward, one hand wedged between his stomach and the thoroughly messed cushion.

“Yep. I am.” The other Mike helped roll them both onto their sides, putting his back to the sofa’s backrest. He nibbled affectionately at his other self’s shoulder. “You won’t care too much in a couple minutes though. Worth it.”

“Yeah. True.”

A few more moments of silence, enjoying his own company.

“So if this is a time loop, how long…?”

“About… five minutes from now.” Future-Mike answered. “So, as much as I’d like to cuddle, you should get up an head to the bedroom to pick up that lube.”

“And then go fuck myself.”

“And then go fuck yourself.”

Mike hauled himself out of his own embrace. His balls stuck together for an instant, glued by drying lube, and pulled apart with a soft velcro-like sound.

“Oh hell that [i]is[/i] hot.” Said Future-Mike, soon to be Present-Mike. The other Mike realized with a start that the statement was Mike agreeing with himself, agreeing with the memory of having said it, while at the same time being when he said it.

He decided to give up trying to figure that one out, and staggered toward the hall.

The remaining Mike watched his cream-filled backside retreat appreciatively, dripping cum onto the carpet as he went. Oh well. Another thing to clean up later when he felt like moving again.

“Shiiiit.” Mike frowned, settling back onto his stomach. “I shoulda made me lick my ass out before fucking me.”

Well, maybe if there was a next time.

For now, the reminder that he was still oozing back there gave him an idea. He grabbed his tail, and guided the tip around back to his ass crack. A moment later, he was happily filling his own ass again. Sometime when he had more energy he’d have to do this for real, but for now he was too fucked out by two(one?) back-to-back self-love session(s?) to do more than just enjoy being full of himself again for a while.

He rooted around for the discarded game device and flipped it back open.



[center]The End[/center]