One day, while Nori was off buying groceries- and with specific instructions to 'do their homework,' regardless of whether they had any or not- Spark decided to poke around his father's bedroom. It was somewhat neatly kept, with random clutter in odd places here and there, as if in a struggle between order and chaos. He began to wonder... what did Dad wear?
The first thing he found was a thong. It was green and glittery, and super duper weird looking. Could this have belonged to a girl he'd had over?? No, there were a ton of them, each of a design all their own. He didn't seem to have any other variety of underthings- it was like rifling through Glint's wardrobe. Still, there had to be a good, valid, non-gay reason for the raccoon to have them, right? It was upon examining one- a nice shade of blue- that he realized a few things. Feeling it between his fingers, the fabric was very soft and pliant. As well, despite the back being very... skimpy... the front had what could only be described as a cup. Not like the kind used for baseball or something, but a nice, spacious pocket like the kind in Glint's rather enormous brassieres. He'd always tried to tune him out when he talked about it, but Nori had mentioned something about relating to his 'unusual endowment.' Was this what he meant?
Curiosity bit at him like a yappy dog. He stuffed the thing in his pocket and passed Glint in the living room, seeing her still working on her homework; they smiled at each other as they passed. Spark went up the stairs and into their shared room, shutting it behind him as normally as he could, not wanting to gain undue attention. He took a look at himself in the mirror, baggy shorts and tank top, and let out a deep breath. "Okay," he nodded to his reflection, half-whispering. His clothes were off in moments as he easily slid out of them, baggy and loose as they were. And on went the... new... thing.
The sensation of having something between his buns was as alien as he'd anticipated... but it wasn't quite 'uncomfortable.' The real surprise was in the front. Ages of wearing boxers had gotten him used to having his bits loose and dangling this way and that, sweaty and stuck and blegh. But this was totally new. The entirety of his package wasn't carelessly tucked in one leg or the other of some uncaring flappy tube... it was carefully nestled in a pocket of perfectly-fitting fabric. Not to be a pervert, but if he'd thought the stuff felt good between his fingers, the more sensitive flesh was enjoying the sensation far, far more. Was this what girls felt like when they wore lingerie? What really surprised him was the support! With a few toe bounces, he watched his goods bounce up and down lightly before returning to their neutral-gravity position. It felt nice! The whole thing was more comfortable not only than he thought... but more than he'd felt before! And if he was being honest, the rest of his physique really didn't look bad as an ensemble. He even turned around and examined his butt for a minute, curious what it looked like. It was more exposure than he was used to, but honestly, it looked pretty nice, too! That wasn't gay to think, was it?
~Click!~
Spark's pupils shrink to pinpoints. He recognized that sound.
"Don't you dare take that off. Not yet~!"
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