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The story came first, and Funkybun did a great job handling most of the design work from just that.
Please don't hesitate to let me know if you enjoyed it or not, and if there's anything that seems too obviously bad (too fast, too slow, not enough going on, etc.)! I didn't spend a lot of time fleshing out the surroundings, but if people enjoy just this little blurb enough, I might continue the story a bit!
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The poofy and still slightly damp chinchilla, Micah, cracked the bathroom door and called out to his friend.
"Uh, hey Clyde? Did you move my clothes?" Even though he was hidden behind the door, and the gecko was in another room around a corner, he still cupped his paw in front of his crotch.
"Oh, yeah sorry!" He called back, "I was going to put them in the wash but I mixed them up somehow, I think I accidentally put them with the other stuff I sent off with my mom."
Micah puzzled through this a little bit. He didn't have any other clothes! "But... what am I supposed to wear? I can't stay in here for a week! I only have the towel in here..." Micah glanced down at the nearly soaked bundle in the hamper. Chinchilla fur needs a lot of drying, and the wet towel would be really uncomfortable to stick back on.
"Don't worry, there's something for you on the counter."
He glanced over and immediately understood. He'd talked with Clyde about wanting to become a nudist, or at least try being naked for a day, admitting that he had wanted to ask about it a couple times before but couldn't muster have the courage to, and always chickened out. On the counter was a pair of gleaming handcuffs. No key. Micah knew his friend was supportive, and now it seemed that these were the gecko's way of asking the chinchilla to trust him.
If he put the cuffs on, he would walk out completely nude and wouldn't have any way to take it back. Even if embarrassment got the better of him, he wouldn't be able to cover himself up. All or nothing. He wasn't really worried about offending Clyde, who always made the topic of sexuality really approachable with his casual demeanor, but his heart raced anyway. Naked. Not a single stitch of clothing between him and the world. He'd feel the carpet and wood floors underneath his paws, the couch cushion under his butt, the air on his chest, his waist, his... cock.
The last of which twitched at the thought, and he realized that while he stood there, fingers still resting on the doorknob and lost in thought, he'd quietly grown to half-mast. But that was probably what the gecko in the other room was expecting. They had of course also talked about how erotic it was to be completely nude and totally exposed, and Micah explained that that was one of the big reasons why he was afraid to take the risk. He didn't want to feel ashamed and humiliated if he couldn't control his body and got hard. Nudist beaches seemed like a good idea, but there would be nowhere to hide there if someone got offended. It seemed like Clyde was silently saying 'it's okay if you get a hard-on. It'll be alright, just don't cover up. You'll feel worse. Relax, and let it happen.'
Micah picked them up, a little surprised by how heavy they were. He knew there was no way to quietly put them on, so he opened the door, got his paws behind his back... and quickly shut both cuffs on himself.
'Well, I guess... here goes...' he thought to himself as he walked out. His heart was racing, his mind threatening to go blank. His body, dick in particular, were suddenly hypersensitive, and he could feel how exposed he was. Every angle of his shaft was stretched tight and put on display. He was scared, turned on, nervous and a little embarrassed, but he was happy. The chinchilla decided to trust his friend, because he knew they would be happy to support him. He loved Clyde for it. He pushed through his fear and kept moving, his bits pointing the way as he rounded the corner into the living room.
And then he gasped.
He was naked too! Clyde had the TV on and was resting on the couch, one leg propped up and his arm casually draped over the couch back, giving Micah a full view of his junk. His throat almost went dry, the threat of awkwardness lingering in those few moments. The appreciation he felt for Clyde, and simple giddy joy won him over at last, and he spoke up.
"S-so, uh, do you mind if I, y'know, stay like this, uh, stay n-naked for the week?" His face and neck fur poofed out as he blushed, and he beamed at the gecko, unable to hide his happiness.
"Not a problem at all, dude. Just as long as you don't mind me cooling off a little, my clothes were making me too hot."
"Oh sure, of course! Yeah, I don't mind! For as long as you need, fine by me!"
He sat on the far end of the couch at first, and they watched TV. Over the course of an hour or two, Micah inched his way closer to Clyde in a way that was just south of casual. It made Micah feel cute, almost, to be so obviously vulnerable but protected and cared for by someone he trusts. He could smell faint traces of his own arousal. Micah reveled in being this bare. He rubbed the couch just behind his back with his hands, and rubbed the carpet with his paws, and whispered to himself in his head 'everything between my hands and my paws is naked. I can't cover up with these cuffs on, and Clyde can probably see how hard I am right now, he can probably smell me! Oh god, and I can't even get out of it without asking him for the key, but he might not even give it to me right away...!' It did not escape the gecko's notice that Micah stole little glances at him every few minutes, and looked down at himself for longer, down at his hard and twitching member. And he couldn't stop smiling.