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\tHouse parties weren’t really Mikey’s thing. Isn’t that how all these stories start? The odd one out in a big social gathering ends up having one of the most interesting and unexpected experiences probably in their life? Well, this one’s no different really. Cliché or no, Mikey didn’t like house parties, but they were at least not the most terrible kind of parties. It wasn’t a frat party, which really only meant that there was only a tiny less percentage of the party-goers getting drunk… but numbers were numbers, right?
\tBut he could have chosen a worse party to go to. For one, one of his hot friends was hosting it, so any points he could score with them were points he was willing to suffer through several hours of social interaction with intoxicated people for. Secondly, his hot friend was a hot friend who also liked video games. This was good because their social circle was basically composed of gamers, so at the very least Mikey would have plenty to talk about with friends and strangers alike. He could throw out lines like, “Are you excited for the new Dark Souls game?” Odds are they’d land pretty well.
\tStill, he didn’t fancy his situation of sitting kind of on his own and sipping on soda when everyone else was getting into the beers. He wasn’t truly alone – he sat on the leather couch in his friend’s spacious living room with people pretty much all around him. He was alone more in the sense that he wasn’t speaking to anybody. The others around him had their conversation partners. They swapped stories about good times they’d had or just discussed things of interest. Mind you, with a few drinks in them they weren’t the best-spoken conversations, much too loud for Mikey’s liking. Others were gathered around the TV playing Modern Warfare one-on-one.
\tSeriously who played Modern Warfare one-on-one? Mikey would have taken a good Mario party any day of the week. At least that was literally a party game, and thus appropriate. Still, the people gathered around playing the games were hooting and hollering at the screen, shouting out in shock and awe at things that were happening… even if Mikey didn’t personally find it all that exciting.
It would have been one thing to be sitting there, sipping his Sprite, because no one else would talk to him. It was another, however, for the reality of the situation. He didn’t want to get involved in these activities. He didn’t want to invade someone else’s conversation or jump in on a game he didn’t even like. So, he sat there quietly, legs crossed, just sipping away while things went on around him. The circle his friend had invited wasn’t so close to him that he could comfortably slip in and out of things as he wanted… It was a bit of a concern in regards to whether or not he’d even have fun while he was there.
But when he showed up his friend shot him a big smile and was glad he could come, so he felt obligated to stay and try to enjoy his time there.
It became pretty easy to think about things and wonder if perhaps he should have done something differently. He could have worn some better clothes maybe. Something about him just drew the colour black. His rusty red fur didn’t offer the sharpest contrast, but it really made his light tan underbelly stand out. It could have been his black markings… the fact that he had black rings around his biceps made for an interesting visual aesthetic when he wore a black short sleeve like he did that night. His fingers were black, his toes were black, and the tip of his tail was black with another ring just below it. He even had black rings around his upper thighs. Really, the spacing of his natural markings just made for interesting fashion possibilities.
Of course, only so much could be seen – he still wore black cargos with some cyan blue straps like suspenders on them that hung at his hips. Those covered his legs entirely, and some plain white socks hid his toes and kept them warm. His hair, long and wavy and tied back in a ponytail, was black too. Heck, even his lips were black, it almost looked like he wore lipstick. With that much black, he thought himself rather unremarkable. It all muted his not-so-slender charms terribly. He probably should have spruced things up with a bit more colour.
… No, what he was wearing shouldn’t have mattered. His friend was distracted with all their friends that he was feeling left out, plain and simple. He just needed one person he knew to be around, and everything would be better. Just one single person to hang with would save the night. He exhaled and twisted his body to look around, putting his arm up on the back of the couch. So many unfamiliar faces…
His black ear tips perked up when he heard the front door open and more people come in. There were more people? He had to have been sitting in a room of… at least maybe eight. How many friends could one person have?
People near the lobby seemed to applaud the arrival of the new guest. Mikey tried to lean over and peek around the corner into the hallway to see if he could get a clear look at the door, wondering who may have shown up. He didn’t see anyone, but he heard a familiar voice say, “My people!”
That was Milkette Souris! Owner of the Mouse Pad gaming store in town. Mikey’s face lit up, and he pushed off the couch to make his way over to greet the mouse at the door. Milkette was a more familiar acquaintance of his, answering his prayers. Not only was he happy to see her for having the company, but Milkette was something of a goddess among nerds. She was very good-looking, with chocolate brown fur from head to toe aside from the “almond cream” muzzle, ears, underbelly, fingers and (though not visible at that moment) toes. She had long, straight brown hair that matched her fur and sapphire blue eyes. Her big, round, thin glasses made her look nerdy as well, but from there down it was all model hotness.
She was more than just very curvy, she was obscenely curvy. Packed into a five foot, three inch tall frame were boobs as big as Mikey’s head – each! Her frame dipped into a natural waist, not too slim but hardly fat, and then curved out widely again at the hip. She had some wide hips that rounded out a big, fat ass behind. Her thighs were plump and round, and narrowed to modest feet. A girl like that was undoubtedly popular among the geek crowd, and it was no question why people liked going to her store.
It was her body that would make her seem immodestly dressed. A girl could have worn a tank top and some ripped, faded blue jeans and that wouldn’t have been a big deal. Milkette filled out hers so much that it looked a little gratuitous. Her purple tank top was so packed full of tit that it was pretty easy to see the cups of her bra imprinting from beneath. Her cleavage was chasmal, soft flesh bubbling over the bra cups in a distinct shape that announced their softness. Her shelf of bosom bounced and jiggled with every single step she took. Her jeans were skin-tight. On closer inspection, they were jeggings, and the elastic-fit denim lookalike hugged every curve flawlessly. Little red thong straps peeked at her hips, no doubt intentionally, and her butt created some hot cleavage of its own behind her. She arrived with a backpack and a smile, with people greeting her at the door excitedly.
With her was her twin brother, Milkie. They were the sorts of twins that looked just like one another. He had the chocolate fur, the almond cream offset, the brown hair, the blue eyes, and even the big, round glasses like his sister’s. His hair was shorter but styled in a center-part tease and curling outward at the nape. His only reached his neck while Milkette’s was long enough to tickle her lower back. Also just like his sister, Milkie was terribly over-endowed and curvaceous as all hell, beyond any male standard.
While also short, Milkie’s fit and slender torso led to a pair of wide, round hips to match his sister’s. His thighs were plump and soft, and his ass was a pair of fattened, warm bubbles of flesh that jut out behind him like a shelf. As if to act in counter-balance, Milkie’s masculine endowments were projected so far outward with an obvious, fat bulge of a sheath and what looked like a couple of small beach balls shoved into his pants.
Because of this Milkie took to earing a brand of pants called “port” – aptly named for the opening at the crotch that allowed his endowments to comfortably rest out with a thick elastic nylon pouch to hold them. His were styled like mulberry jeans too, with the seams and creases seemingly designed to emphasize his rear. A plain ol’ cerulean t-shirt covered his top with the word “#heyladies” printed in white across the chest. Black socks covered his feet. He carried with him a bottle of alcohol – vodka, by the looks of it.
The two of them were swarmed for a while, forced into mingling. They seemed to take it in stride, but they weren’t the most outgoing creatures in the world. They politely said their hellos, answered some questions, and tried to make their way into the nearest room with as few people as possible in it. They ducked out into the kitchen, and Mikey decided to follow them. Thankfully no one else really had the same idea; they went back to their partying and left the mouse twins alone. Milkette had put her bag onto the island counter in the center of the kitchen, opening it up to pull out a jug of orange juice. Milkie was busy finding glasses.
The mice set about pouring themselves some screwdrivers, with more vodka in them than ought to be necessary. Amid the work, Milkette noticed Mikey and she smiled. “Oh hey Mikey,” The lovely mouse greeted him as Milkie poured their drinks.
“What’s up?” Milkie finished the thought.
“Hey!” Mikey greeted them back, “Not much, just hanging out, you know. I didn’t know that you guys knew Cindy!”
Mikey was of course referring to their mutual friend. Milkette shrugged as Milkie finished their drinks and put the orange juice in the fridge. “She comes into the store every now and then and we talk about miniatures sometimes,” She said, “Girl sure likes her Warhammer.”
“Oh, yeah,” Mikey nodded as he sat at one of the chairs at the island counter. They were bolted to the floor like stools, so he felt pretty high up when he settled in. “Yeah I know that,” He smiled, “Still, I’m surprised you’d bother coming.”
“Why?” Milkie chuckled, “We’re not famous celebrities; we’re a couple of hot dorks who own a nerd store.”
Blunt though he may be, the mouse had a point. Mikey blushed for being presumptuous and shrugged. “Yeah, I guess that’s true,” He said.
The mice took big, long swigs of their drinks. They nearly downed them all in one go, draining half of their full-sized drink glasses. The double shot of vodka didn’t seem to faze them any, they didn’t wince or cringe like Mikey would have. They leaned on the countertop with their elbows. Milkette’s breasts squished against the surface noticeably, and Mikey stole a quick glance only to return to Milkette’s eyes to find her looking right at him. She noticed his looks, but didn’t seem bothered. “So you were just hanging out here? Were you doing anything?”
“I think I hear people playing games in the other room,” Milkie cocked his head somewhat toward the entryway, his ear raised to listen, “Not sure what it is though.”
“Call of Duty,” Mikey answered flatly.
“Ugh!” Milkette deadpanned.
“Disgusting,” Milkie concurred, “Give me a Super Smash Bros. any day of the week.”
“That’d be kind of fun,” Mikey agreed.
“Well considering I’m not gonna sit in on Carl on Duty, what else is there to do around here?” Milkie asked, rubbing his chin as if to ponder the answer for himself.
“Uh…” Mikey sat in the chair and folded his hands in his lap and responded with a little shrug again, “I dunno? Looks like most people are just kind of here to drink and socialize.”
Milkie and Milkette looked at the drinks in their hands at the same time.
“Yeah I guess that is how these things usually go,” Milkette concluded.
Milkie laughed. “Hey, I’m much more agreeable when I’m drunk,” He said, “And hell odds are I wouldn’t even bother coming here if I wasn’t going to drink. I barely know anybody here!”
Milkette tipped her glass back to her lips and finished off the drink. “Yeah, me too,” She paused, looking at her empty glass, “Okay maybe I’m not entirely sure why we came, in hindsight.”
Milkie turned to the fridge to get the juice back out and set it next to the vodka bottle on the counter. “Well there was always that other thing,” Milkie alluded mysteriously, “See anything good on the way in?”
Milkette shot a look to Mikey, who had just sat there following their conversation. It was a studious look, to determine if he knew what Milkie was talking about. Judging by the confused expression on his almost womanly features, Milkette was safe to assume he didn’t. “Well, no,” Milkette half-grinned, “I mean, nothing that caught my interest anyway. You?”
Milkie had poured them two more drinks, with ever more vodka than the last mixed in. He tipped his glass back and took a big drink, gulping down the light drink made heavy. “Well I suppose there was one cute little thing,” He said when he lowered the glass, “But then ‘little’ wasn’t exactly what I was hoping for.”
“What the heck are you two talking about?” Mikey finally asked.
“Oh,” Milkette said, regarded him casually as she pushed her bag on the counter so it was facing him. She tugged the open mouth of the backpack open further so that he can see inside. Inside were a number of things – games to play, some spare controllers for a Wii system… and tucked in the midst of all that, there was one great big bottle of thick lube. Mikey didn’t even notice it at first, but eventually he did, and his expression changed to one most surprised.
Furthermore, there seemed to be some other… toys of the adult fashion sprinkled in with the nerd pastimes.
“Whoa,” Mikey remembered to blink his eyes after several seconds.
“Yup,” Milkette grinned, “Hey you always come prepared to a party.”
Milkie shrugged, setting his empty glass back down on the counter. “I’d hoped for something cute today – a little nerd girl with big hips, maybe a cute slinky boy…” The male mouse wistfully sighed, “But all we got were Plain Janes and Average Joes.”
“Well, sorry about that,” Mikey said, not entirely sure how to feel about this goal of theirs.
“You know, there is that one guy though,” Milkette’s eyes lit up with a hint of mischief, “You know, the one with the girly face.”
Milkie’s ears perked up in interest. “Which one?” He asked, “I didn’t see…”
The two mice shared a look before Milkie’s expression changed. “Ohhh!” The male mouse nodded slowly, “Oh the one with the hair and the lips, right! I remember them now.”
“Who’s that?” Mikey looked between the two of them.
Milkette suddenly leaned across the counter, practically picking herself up off the floor to do it. She was so short her legs dangled a bit as she laid out across the countertop, enormous breasts spread out across the surface. She reached out and gently pushed her index finger over Mikey’s lower lip, much to the kangaroo’s confusion. She dragged his lip down and released it, making a sort of gentle slapping sound as it sprung back right. “Why, you!” She looked him deviously in the eye. Mikey went from staring at her boobs, to confusion, to blushed cheeks over the span of a few seconds.
“Me?” He questioned, feeling tremendously flustered at the notion, “Wait I’m the one with the womanly face and the hair and the lips?”
Even though Mikey asked like he had no clue, he knew all that to be true. He had the angular features of a beautiful woman, a soft pair of black lips, and long, smooth, wavy hair he always kept tied back as often as possible. Heck, below the neck wasn’t much better. He was somewhere between the average, slightly overweight man and a slightly overweight woman. He had a set of hips on him that just didn’t lie, no matter what he did to maintain whatever masculinity he could. He wasn’t as feminine as Milkie, but he wasn’t far off from it.
“That’d be you!” Milkie answered, “And with a pretty big dick too, if I remember right.”
Mikey’s face screwed up into a quizzical stare at the male mouse. “How the heck would you know that?!” He demanded.
“Dude we’ve spent a lot of time just staring at the crotches of everyone we’ve ever met,” Milkette answered him.
“It may seem a bit shallow but we’re always sizing people up,” Milkie added, “I mean, we’ve got to have some standards, right?”
Mikey was going to look offended before Milkette rolled her weight on the countertop, swaying her rear back and forth. “And before you go getting all huffy, you meet those standards,” She said, “Me and Milkie, we’re not always into the manly men. He’s into guys that look like him and I’m… also into guys that look like him. You’re on the cusp…”
“A delicious cusp,” Milkie added.
“Such a tasty cusp,” Milkette continued, “I just want to drink it all up.”
“That’s a cup, not a cusp,” Milkie grinned and rested his arm on his sister’s butt like a rest, “Still, if I could take a few sips myself that’d be rather pleasant.”
Mikey was once again speechless in the face of these two mice who were giving him the eyes. He sat there with his feet curled up under his chair and his hands stuffed straight into his lap, hands together. He wasn’t sure what to say or really do, but he couldn’t deny he had a terrible interest in the things they were saying. He had a terrible interest in the excessively curvy bodies, too… Milkie may have been intimidatingly endowed, but otherwise the guy may as well have been a girl. Milkette was the epitome of a gamer girl, just the end all be all of what a geek’s fantasy would have been. The two of them were gorgeous, sexy even… and it would have been lying to suggest that Mikey hadn’t let the thought of sleeping with them cross his mind.
“You really want to do that? With me?” Mikey couldn’t believe his luck, “Or… is it just that nobody else is better?”
“Well, if you think about it… nobody else being better means you’re the hottest guy to the pair of us in this entire goddamn house,” Milkie broke it down, “So don’t think of it the way you’re thinking of it. Think of it like ‘fuck yeah, these mice want my dick.’ You’ll have a much better time that way.”
Milkette listened and smirked, resting her elbows on the countertop and propping her chin in her palms. “You can’t argue with that logic,” She said, “And overthinking things is never fun. Why not just go with it, and see how good we can feel? Let’s go find your friend’s bed and fuck on it. That’ll teach them for playing Call of Duty.”
Milkette pushed back off the counter and stood up straight. Milkie grabbed the backpack and zipped it up, slinging it onto his shoulder. The two of them waited for Mikey, just watching to see what he would do. For a moment, he just sat there. It only lasted a few seconds, but he had to basically just absorb and adjust to this strange new reality he found himself in. It was a reality where two of his hotter friends wanted to have sex with him. It was a good reality. He eased out of his chair and followed them as they departed from the kitchen to make their way around to climb the stairs to the second story. A hallway stretched out before them, darkened by the lack of any lights being on. Milkie and Milkette casually explored, opening doors and sticking their heads in until they found a bedroom.
It was a quaint little bedroom, though untidied due to the fact no one was meant to be in there anyway. The bed was a mattress on top of a box spring on the floor. The duvet was black and tossed over the red sheets. Three pillows, two black and one red, were a bit haphazardly placed at one end of the bed, and nothing was tucked in. The bed didn’t match any sense of decorum, what with the carpet being an ugly green and the walls an off-white. The dresser was some old wooden number, looking hand-made. A TV sat on milk crates, an Xbox One sitting waiting to be played amidst crumbs and game cases. One of those typical digital alarm clocks stood on some kind of end table box, the red numbers having lit up most of the room until Milkette switched on the light. The switch was connected to a lamp that barely lit the room.
“Hey, it looks like your old room!” Milkette teased her brother.
“Fuck off,” Milkie chuffed, “There’s crap all over the floor.”
“Well, it’ll do,” The lady-mouse said. Mikey was the last one in, so he closed the door behind them. Was this Cindy’s room? It sure looked like the room of some wayward twenty-something whose main priority may have been working 9-5 and then having parties.
Just being in there made Mikey feel a little… anxious. His nervousness felt like a dull throb that was pushing sweat out of his palms, to say nothing of his already developing erection. He was perhaps getting a little ahead of himself. He watched as Milkette sat down on the bed with her brother, and the two of them just looked back at him as if expecting him to make the first step of some dance he didn’t know the rules to. Mikey cleared his throat as he stepped closer. “Well, what do we do first?” He asked.
“My favourite thing,” Milkette said, curling a finger to beckon him closer still. When he was close enough she reached out, grabbed the waist of his pants, and yanked him even closer. It was a little awkward since the bed was so low to the ground, but it put Milkette at the ideal height for her efforts. Her fingers deftly worked like a rogue to undo his button and draw down his fly to open up his pants like a little treasure trove. She bit her lip, admiring for a moment how Mikey’s growing hard-on shoved its distinct shape against the fabric. It was one nice wrapped-up dick! The mouse firmly rubbed her face against it, sending a shiver up Mikey’s spine.
“That’s your favourite thing?” Mikey asked, standing rather rigid and unsure of what to do.
Milkette looked up at him and grinned. “Not that! Sucking dick!” She retorted, grabbing hold of Mikey’s pants and underwear to tug them down around his thighs, letting his cock free. It was big and black, black like his lips and probably whatever other fleshy parts were on him. He was pretty big! Definitely above average. If Milkette had to guess, she’d have assumed nine inches in length with a nice, fat belly and decent girth. The lady-mouse took hold of his length and lazily pumped it in her hand, admiring the kangaroo’s shaft.
Mikey was so distracted by how she stared at his cock that he wasn’t prepared for Milkie, who just hugged up on him from behind. This alarmed him, he gasped, but then he gasped sharper as the hot, wet mouth of Milkette clamped down around his dick, and she just started sucking and bobbing her head like it was no big thing. “Uwah!” Mikey cried, and Milkie chuckled at his response. The male mouse pushed his hips forward, rubbing a distinct cock-bulge against the kangaroo’s butt.
“N-No! Nono, could you… could you not?” Mikey asked in a panic, blushing furiously, “I don’t really like that!”
Both the mice stopped, and after some shared looks Milkette continued to drag the seal of her lips over Mikey’s cock. Milkie stepped back, clapping down on Mikey’s shoulders. “You don’t like that?” He asked, “But you do like boys, don’t you?”
Mikey nodded.
Milkie’s shoulders slumped and he sighed with a knowing smile. “Aw man, you’re one of those kinds,” He said, “All give and no take. How selfish.”
“S… Sorry,” Mikey winced when Milkette’s cheeks sucked inward. She was sucking him really hard all of a sudden, and the sound of air barely passing her lips was loud and lewd.
Milkie let Mikey go and shrugged. “Oh well,” He sighed, “I suppose I’ll make a compromise. Milkette, move over. Give me something to do.”
Milkette popped Mikey’s dick out of her mouth with a wet smack of her lips, and then she scooted over so her brother could take a seat next to her on the bed. Mikey turned his attention down to watch the two of them lean in and start planting kisses on either side of his cock. Their lips tugged a little at the flesh as they smooched it all up and down… then they started to run their tongues all over it, not minding if they touched one another. It was like living a porno! They kept their blue eyes focused on his, just past their identical pairs of glasses, and Mikey couldn’t hold back from moaning over and over again, it just felt that good.
It was like a hot, wet tickle. Their tongue-tips danced top to bottom, side-to-side, from base to tip in alternating motions. Milkette’s hand kept hold of his dick, but only as much as absolutely necessary. They didn’t want to deprive their mouths of even an inch if they could help it. They spit-shined the thing, making it take on a slick sheen in the dim light. Their method was almost mechanical it was so practiced – when one tongued at the base, the other’s danced at his tip. They moved completely in sync.
Mikey’s dick was prime and twitching up a storm, and when it felt like he couldn’t get any harder or hotter for them, they switched up their technique. Taking hold of Mikey’s cock with a full hand, Milkette angled him so that she could part her lips once more and swallow down his length like a carnival attraction. She smoothly took it in and started to suckle, while her brother shoved his face between Mikey’s admittedly fat thighs and started to tongue-bath his testicles. Mikey let out an awkward groan and planted his hands on Milkette’s head. He had to fight every instinct he had to not push on her to gobble up more. It was just that it started to feel so intense that it was strange to just not do anything.
“Mmmnhh…” Milkette hummed around his dick, making his toes curl as she swallowed it all down to the hilt. Milkie had to back off for a moment as her tits crowded against Mikey’s thighs for space. She simply held that big fat log of man meat in her esophagus for a short while, the muscles squeezing around him for what felt like forever. Her little breaths from her nose tickled his navel, and she seemed so comfortable there, so… used to it. Mikey was just in some sort of feedback shock, unable to keep from making awkward, funny faces as the pleasure just kept coming. The suction just kept coming. The swallowing gulps just kept coming! It was hot and tight and… wondrous! But then she withdrew, gasping for air once Mikey’s cock was free.
It wasn’t for long though. Milkie took her place, and in no less a fashion as she, he opened his mouth and descended on Mikey’s hard dick like a pro. His throat bulged as he took it in, stretching the warm sleeve of flesh with twitching, throbbing, pre-cum drooling meat. The mouse pushed into Mikey’s chubby gut and nuzzled, shaking his head around, shifting that seal of mouth and throat around Mikey’s shaft, bringing an almost wringing sensation into the mix. Mikey grunted and moaned, biting down on one finger to keep himself from making too much noise. He clenched his eyes shut and his butt cheeks together, trying to hold back the cum the mice were seemingly trying to suck straight out of his nuts like his dick was just one big straw.
But of course, Milkie wouldn’t have any of that. Withdrawing, he sat on that bed with his sister and the two of them took Mikey’s shaft into one hand each. They started stroking it fast and hard, making his balls bounce around and having Milkette’s hand smack against his groin as they both pumped him, one hand above the other. Mikey’s whole body tensed up, he clenched his hands into fists, dug his toes into the carpet, and held his breath. The heat in his loins got so intense, and the pleasure spiked so hard, that in just a few seconds he’d lost control. Hot jets of cum spewed from his dick and out over the mice, raining down on them like a lewd party favour.
“Theeeeere we go,” Milkie mused, closing his eyes as cum splattered over his glasses and ran down his face.
“That’s a good boy,” Milkette teased, biting her lip as semen trickled down from her mouth to her chin, to dribble onto her tits.
They milked him like a damn cow for everything he was worth, and when he was done, they looked pretty messy. Slick cum plastered their glasses and faces, but they didn’t seem bothered. Instead they pressed in close and cleaned each other off… with their tongues. In slow strokes they ran their tongues over each other’s faces and licked each other clean. They removed their glasses for the effort, licked them clean as well, and set them aside. It ended with Milkie cupping Milkette’s enormous tits and lifting them so he could practically shove his face between them. He loudly slurped up the jizz that had dripped on them.
“Salty,” Milkette licked off her finger nonchalant while her brother enjoyed her heavy bosom.
Sufficed to say the show had Mikey interested all over again. His cock, intent on softening, was driven to erection all over again.
“Oh! You wanna do that thing?” Milkie asked, not even waiting for an answer before he started taking off his clothes. He stripped everything off into a pile on the floor, exposing himself with little shame. Not that he had any reason to be ashamed, the guy was gorgeous. His hips were so round and his ass was so big, to say absolutely nothing for his balls and big, fat hard-on… he was bigger than Mikey, which just seemed wrong for the difference in species. Hos dick was a fleshy pink and his balls were almond cream. It seemed the underbelly colouring went right down between their thighs. It clearly came back up again in a splash of colour around their butts too, as made evident when Milkie rolled onto his front on the bed.
“What thing?” Mikey asked.
“Yeah, what thing?” Milkette asked.
“You know, like in hentai!” Milkie pushed up with his knees to raise his ass a bit, his heavy nuts crowding all the space behind his thighs. They hung off the bed almost to the damn floor.
Milkette stared at him quizzically for a moment, but seemed to strike an epiphany that ended in her following suit with her brother. She stripped off her clothes, peeling herself out of her tight jeans and tank and unclipping her bra to let her tits surge forth into freedom. She was as curvy down below as her brother, but she didn’t have the big male bits to obscure things. Naturally she had a waiting pit of sexual pleasure nestled between her thighs; one that Mikey was eager to get into. She ended by climbing on top of Milkie, her front against his back, straddling him.
They were settled ass-end toward Mikey, who got to admire both their butts and, as an added bonus, Milkette’s plump-looking pussy. Their holes were all lined up in a neat little row! That was when Mikey caught on too, and his long ears swiveled up to express the revelation. It was plastered all over his face. Milkie had to twist a bit to look over his shoulder – and his shoulders were being smothered by Milkette’s burgeoning breasts – but he caught Mikey’s look and grinned ear to ear. “That’s right!” He said, “You think you can fuck us both at the same time?”
“Well, it’s more of an alternating thing,” Milkette reasoned, “But yeah! Grab that lube out of my bag and slather it on!”
Mikey followed to where Milkette pointed to the black n’ pink backpack on the floor. He wandered over, squat down, and opened it up to find the same selection of nerd things and sex toys as before. He got the lube bottle out – it was one of those really big bottles of friction-activated heating jelly. He lingered a moment to see the other things stuffed into the bag… sex toys of various kinds, ranging from double-ended dildos to vibrating eggs… He did get an idea though, one that involved the vibrating purple butt lug toy he found. Taking the toy and the lube, he stepped back over to the waiting mice.
“Ohh, who’s that for?” Milkette asked.
“You I bet,” Milkie reasoned, “You’ve got one too many holes to plug!”
“Oh!” The girl-mouse blinked her eyes, “Oh that’s pretty sweet, I’m all for it.”
Mikey grinned, happy that they’d figure things out all on their own. He started then by slickening up the toy with a good coat of lubricant. He also smeared some onto his thumb and reached down, shoving that digit between Milkette’s cheeks and up against her butthole like a hot button. She grunted, in a womanly fashion of course, and her hips seemed to twitch as Mikey rubbed the slick, heating oil in. Once everything was as slick as he figured it could be, Mikey withdrew his hand and Milkette wiggled her hips in anticipation. It was kind of funny watching the mice writhe around like that, because Milkie was just about crushed completely beneath his sister’s overwhelming curves.
Taking the purple toy with the black base, Mikey pushed the tapered tip of it against Milkette’s winking hole. The mouse politely reached back to keep her cheeks spread by hand to make things easier for the whole effort. She groaned as Mikey pushed it in, flipping the switch during the insert. The toy whirred to life with a dull buzzing, and Milkette let out a breathy moan right into Milkie’s ear, making the both of them tremble. Mikey smoothly inserted the toy, gingerly shoving it in until it hit the point where it tapered inward again for her hole to clench down and make a perfect seal against the flat, circular base. It was a proper plug if ever there was one, and it vibrated away on a gentle, stimulating intensity. Milkette’s pussy began to drool in pleasure.
“Nnnh! Mmf, that’s nice…” Milkette purred, her tail waving around, “So warmmmm…”
“Aw c’mon!” Milkie bucked his hips up under Milkette, bouncing her ass attractively, “Mikey, hurry your fat ass up and get in my fat ass. I’m getting bored here!”
Mikey didn’t know whether to laugh or get irked at Milkie’s impatience, but in either case it would have ended the same. Up-ending the bottle, Mikey carefully drizzled the lube over his stiff cock, and then he used his hands to rub it all in. He was more than generous with the amount, carelessly causing a fair bit of it to drip and drizzle onto the carpet and over his feet. He needed that much though, if he was going to be going between the two of them like that! So he got his cock absolutely soaked in the stuff before he set the bottle aside and took his place behind the mice at a bit of a squat. He leaned on them, just to punish them for Milkie’s comment on his weight, bearing down on them to sandwich them firmly together while he got angled proper.
Mikey’s cock punctured that bubble Milkie called an ass, slickly sliding between the hefty, fat-packed cheeks of chocolate-brown butt to drag and smear his slippery tip up Milkie’s crack until he found the mouse’s hole. Milkie did his best to present, to stick his ass as far up and out as he could for Mikey so that things would be as easy as possible The angle was just right, and with a slippery grip of his hand Mikey sunk his cock into Milkie’s ass one quick inch at a time. He really wasn’t slow, burrowing his cock like a quick drill, sliding in as far as Milkie’s fat ass would let him go right away. Milkie lit up like a Christmas tree from being so promptly invaded, his muscles stretching around the big black dick to let it all in, then clamping down like a vice to keep it there. The mouse boy moaned, his entire body shaking in shivering bliss.
Mikey had to take pause himself, grunting a bit. He was held in tight, virgin tight… and it was obvious Milkie wasn’t some virgin. His ass was so warm, too, and Mikey hadn’t even humped or moved enough to make the lube warm up. The way his ass clenched around him was practically robotic in its precision and timing, seeming to clench at the base and flow like a wave to the tip, like it was jerking him off! And then there was this occasional… vibration? Mikey could have gone so far as to say it was a simple spasm of a pleasured anus, but it happened in different parts… it vibrated like a toy intermittently.
That ass was not natural… but its dubious design was alluring. “Mmnf, fuck…” Mikey moaned.
“Like that?” Milkie beamed proudly, bunching bedsheets up in his hands, “Courtesy of Nanotech Industries!”
“Oh, your ass is fake,” Mikey concluded, “Like Noriko’s boobs.”
“Mm,” Milkie pushed back, grinding his rear against Mikey’s body and seeming to bliss out at the mere contact. It wasn’t like Mikey could pull out without some serious effort, so just sitting stationary in Milkie’s ass seemed to bring the mouse more pleasure than it should have. Maybe it had something to do with his sister’s weight bearing down on him. “Don’t tell her,” Milkie purred, “But I’d say my ass is better than her boobs. But seriously, don’t tell her I said that. She’d get all titty-monster on me.”
“Your secret is safe with me,” Mikey gripped Milkette’s ass and massaged her cheeks, making her wiggle alluringly as she enjoyed the pulsating pleasures of the toy in her butt. He reared back, sliding out of Milkie’s ass with a slick sound, and then started to pound his hips shockingly fast! Milkie’s eyes widened and he let out this adorable, shrill little squeak as Mikey started strong, putting his weight into his thrusts and pistoning into Milkie’s ass as fast and hard as he could.
The two mice moaned to the heavens as Mikey continued to come down on them, Milkette enjoying her time waiting her turn, and Milkie getting fucked powerfully. Mikey swung his hips in wide arches, bashing his weight into Milkie’s backside enough to shake the bed and jostle the two moaning mice around. He panted and huffed, his cock feeling red-hot in Milkie’s ass thanks to the lube and the nature of his nanobot implants. It made his whole body feel hot, breaking him out into a panting sweat. Pulling out was a labour in itself, with Milkie’s ass seemingly trying to suck him back in every time! Mikey could already feel a building orgasm coming, and knew he couldn’t keep it up if he wanted to be fair.
With a mighty yank, he pulled out of Milkie. He huffed for breath, quickly fumbling with his dick to push it against Milkette’s waiting cunt and plunge inside. One fell stroke, one motion, and he was buried to the balls. Milkette moaned her approval, crying out and clutching to Milkie’s shoulders as her body tensed. Her tunnel tightened around him to fit him like a glove, but compared to Milkie’s ass it wasn’t quite as tight… comparable, but not exactly the same. Still it was a very different experience, being in an orifice that was designed for the act. It was wetter if nothing else, feeling distinctly… sloppy, in a magical sort of way, while Mikey churned his hips and built up toward climax.
“Mmnh! Ah! Oh yeah, there you go!” Milkette squeaked her approval, drawing Mikey more and more toward simply fucking her. It felt too amazing to stop and it sounded disgustingly erotic. His thighs smacked the mice loudly; anyone who passed by the door would have known exactly what was going on! He grunted and panted for breath, moaning as his climax built… he wasn’t going to be able to hold it. So, rather than bother, he dug his fingers into the lady-mouse’s buzzing butt cheeks and just let it all go. Milkette’s back arched and she squealed in delight as she felt the first swaths of hot jizz fill her up.
Her thighs clenched and twitched, her hips bucked back toward Mikey, and she let out the most whorish of moans. “Mmmf fuck…” Mikey grunted his own delight, his shuddering, gushing cock too sensitive to keep him from carrying on. Heavy volleys of seed were deposited into Milkette’s moist, drooling cunt, slushing in to stoke the fires of her lust. She was shuddering and twitching, hitting her own numerous orgasms thanks to the double-delight of the toy and Mikey’s cock. The two of them remained locked in orgasmic bliss for a little while, then they relaxed.
“Hey!” Milkie squeaked, “Don’t you dare bust a nut in her and forget about me!”
Mikey pushed his sweaty bangs away from his face, steadying his breath like he was trying to pace himself for a triathlon. He pulled out of Milkette with a wet “schlrp!” Then he angled his cock down again and made a frantic effort to cram it back into Milkie’s ass. The mouse boy groaned and raised his hips in appreciation, hoisting Milkette up a bit. For her part, the lady-mouse just laid there in her afterglow, so she wasn’t as much of a concern. Mikey put all his effort into fucking Milkie before his dick could soften up, pushing himself to perform. He felt sensitive as hell – just getting squeezed by Milkie’s pleasure-by-design butt made him feel like he was getting… electrocuted, but in some kind of super good-feeling, tingly way that sought to numb his brain.
True to purpose, Mikey’s cock couldn’t get limp when confronted with more mouse. He stiffened achingly hard, enough to continue drilling into Milkie’s ass. Mikey let loose the dogs of war on that mouse, pounding into his ass like he was mining for ore. Milkie cried out in ecstasy and moaned at the top of his lungs… surely someone downstairs could hear what was going on, especially since the springs in the mattress creaked with their efforts. Mikey let out breathless groans of his own as he shook his hips, jackhammering into his rodent charge.
Unfortunately he couldn’t last a second round of fevered sex right on the heels of the first, not nearly as long as the first actually was. For the third time he struck climax and his legs felt like they were simply going to give out. For a moment his tired muscles ached, but endorphins quickly filled his body to numb the sensations of fatigue and replace it all with warm, tingling sensations. Mikey’s lips parted but barely any sound came out. Milkie bit down on the bed’s duvet and stuffed it in his mouth to muffle his own cries as he felt Mikey’s cum slopping into his ass, gushing to fill it to capacity.
Milkie came too – powerfully. It audibly squirted and splattered and splashed in its own growing pool on the bed. It sprayed like a water cannon, small surges of it escaping out from under Milkie’s sides as the mouse no doubt blasted his own chin. The bedsheets became a pool pretty darn quickly, gratuitous amounts of um spilling over the mattress and onto the floor. Those balls were indicative of plentiful virility, but even with that in mind the sheer gallons of jizz that Milkie produced seemed disproportionate.
It felt like ages, but eventually Mikey’s cock jerked and throbbed, trying to squeeze more out… but Mikey’s balls ached. They were empty, and he could give no more. He exhaustedly withdrew, popping out of Milkie’s butt with a rush of semen following suit. The male mouse leaked onto his own gigantic ball sack, with Milkette’s cunt drooling down onto Milkie’s rear from above as well. The toy still buzzed in the lady-mouse’s ass, and she seemed completely braindead to it, simply riding out the feelings. Mikey just stepped aside and collapsed onto the bed, not wanting to fall onto the floor.
The mice writhed and murmured, seemingly unable, or perhaps unwilling to move from their spot all piled up on each other in a puddle of dick-juice, leaking like a couple of well-used prostitutes. Mikey watched them for a bit, and then did Milkette the service of removing the toy from her butt. The whole gaped upon its exit, but clenched and winked in an effort to close. That just looked dirty.
“Whew,” Mikey wiped the sweat off his brow, “You were right. That was way better than Call of Duty.”