[b]A Special Kind of Shiny[/b]


It was getting late in the day when Beck the blue squirrel made his way back to the center of Liberty park; a large, hollow oak tree that was used to hold food supplies for the cold winter months. He hadn't meant to have had to come back; he'd been assured earlier by Raccoon, the park's de facto leader, that he would be called for earlier. He was a new arrival in the park, having made his way there only the previous morning and was utterly at a loss as to what to do in his new environs. He'd spent most of the day just keeping out of people's way and being quiet. But it was well past noon now and nobody seemed to be paying him any attention or helping him out. His annoyance had slowly grown as the day had worn on and now he was determined to speak his mind to the leader of the park, Raccoon.

So it was that he strode stiffly into the Park's food storage tree, a large, hollow oak used to keep all the fuits, nuts and snacks for the long, cold winter months. The park's leader was there, easily sticking out due to his sheer size and his constantly giving orders to others. Straightening his fur and tucking his brass collar tag beneath it he walked straight up to the large mammal and stood, waiting to be noticed. When this had no effect he coughed impatiently, causing the procyon to turn abruptly, looking at him in confusion as he irritably tapped a foot.

"Hey!"

"Oh sorry, I didn't recognize you without your shiny.'

"Oh 'cause you met so many blue squirrels with the same voice."

"Well no, I didn't... sorry."


At least he seemed to be regretful, his face immediately softening into an expression of concern as he dismissed a mouse who, for some reason, was carring a rusty bolt. Feeling slightly better the squirrel flicked his tag, flipping it free from its hiding place in his fur.

"Don't worry it's still here."

"Oh good, good. It would be a terrible thing to lose such a nice collar. A shiny collar for a special squirrel.'

The comment was lighthearted, or at least seemed to be, but it hit Beck hard. He had always been sensitive to what others thought about him and was rather surprised to hear a stranger compliment him in such a fashion. He tried not to blush.


"Y-You think I'm special?"

"Oh yes, utterly unique. There's something... different about you, something none of the other animals here have, not even the other squirrels. It's... enchanting."


His attempts at avoiding blushing failed as the squirrellooked down at his paws, not quite willing to meet the gaze of the larger male. He became aware that they were now largely alone and tried to thnk of something to say in return.

 "T-Thank you very much, Raccoon you're a very unique being yourself, look at the way you keep order around the park..."


Raccoon smiled warmly and widely, a mouth full of ivory-white, pointed teeth springing into view. He always liked to hear a compliment from the denizens of the park and it was doubly-nice to hear one from the new arrival, someone who had only first impressions to go on and who had, much to his shame, been overlooked that day. Such an oversight was troublesome; it made him look bad. Trying to mend fences, as it were, he stepped up beside the blue figure and put an arm around his shoulder. 

"I'm only doing my duty; someone has to keep things running around here and look out for everyone. It's an important job, if a lonely one at times. That's why I appreciate company, it's always nice to have someone to talk to."

"Well I can say you're doing a very wonderful job sir. I would be happy to have your company anytime, it's nice to know I got a friend like you looking out for me, for everyone at the park."

"Of course, of course. I just want you to know that if you have any problems, any problems at all in adjusting to your new life here I'm always more than happy to help."


Excellent, he was on good terms with the squirrel, something that had been worrying him for the past few minutes. He'd even been called a friend, which was always his goal with other animals in the park. He liked to think he had the friendship of everyone in fact. Nevertheless he'd need to work extra hard on this one, a new arrival had to be made to feel welcome and his earlier slip-up could cost him, both with Beck and with the others if they thought he'd simply forgotten someone. He gestured to the old water mill, visible across the park in the distance.

"And if you don't have a place to stay yet, feel free to take advantage of my hospitality; the old mill is big enough for two by far and it would be nice to have some conversations that aren't about park business for once. Certainly I'm sure you have a lot of interesting tales to tell."

"Well I'd be honored to stay with you for a while, and I'm sure you have many amazing stories to tell too, but I really wouldn't want to be a bother to you."

Beck was a bit nervous as his collar tag started to shine from the sun's rays that seeping in through the cracks in Raccoon's tree. It was one thing to want some help settling in, but another thing entirely to impose on the park's leader. Raccoon however simply smiled again, softer this time, looking down on the blue squirrel, reaching a paw slowly over to grasp his collar tag, holding it lightly in his paw and turning it gently, so the sunlight gleamed off of it, a faraway look in his eyes, as if he were thinking of something else. Slowly, as if pulling himself away from an inner vision he let it go, lowering his paw to grasp the squirrel's own firmly; quietly clearing his throat.

"Of all the creatures in this park who could say that you're the only one I can honestly say would be no bother at all. I would be more than happy to entertain you at any time, it would be my pleasure."

Beck saw the old raccoon grasping his tag after it had shown on him. He saw him freeze too for a moment before snapping back to reality. Perhaps, he thought, the refelction might of stunned him; or he was lost in thought somehow. It was a bit strange, but then his collar itself was a strange thing, something no other squirrel, no other animal, in the park had.

"Well if you really insist on me going with you, I'll go with you, my friend."


Beck replied with a warm smile, on hearing those words Raccoon himself smiled widely once more; almost beaming with delight. Stepping back up beside the squirrel he confidently wrapped an arm around his shoulders, pulling the smaller squirrel against him slightly and gesturing expansively outside with his free paw.

"Oh I do insist, it would be positively criminal for me to do otherwise. I am sure we'll get along splendidly. Why we could head over there now if you're not busy? I'm quite sure Andie can handle things here for now; it's been an uneventful day that's nearing its end and now would be just the perfect time for getting to know our newest arrival a little better."


The blue squirrel chuckled a little surprised at how much joy he seemed to have brought to Raccoon, just seeing someone smile like that, in a way that he could not smile himself. As he felt the older male easily wrap an arm around him, pulling him into the raccoon's embrace.

"Well if you're sure things are handled here, then I say let's go. I think I might like living with you for a bit; plus you can help show me the ropes."


Arm still fit snugly around the squirrel, Raccoon started walking; pleased to see him easily keeping pace as they emerged from the shadows of the tree into the warm sunlight, heading for his home. It really would be nice to have some company, someone to talk to. Though he wouldn't admit it to anyone he did get rather lonely at times, especially when alone, on days with little to do. There was never anyone he could really open up to, not really. He had his position to maintain after all. But this squirrel seemed different. He was... outside of things a bit, like him.

"That is good to hear, you can rest assured there's not an inch of this park I don't know about, we'll have you settled in in no time at all! I'm a good judge of character, and I know you'll make for a fine roommate, and friend I should hope."

"Well that's good to hear sir. I really do think we may be good friends." 


Beck began to enjoy the walk through the park with Raccoon. He was a really nice guy the young squirrel could easily guess being the only raccoon in the park could get a bit lonely. He just hoped he wont mess things up, so far Raccoon was the closet thing he had to friend he'd made ever since he'd got there. Certainly he'd attracted a lot of attention when he'd arrived, mostly curious onlookers, but nobody had been particularly friendly or helpful, they mostly just wanted to question him about things. It really would be nice to have a companion to help him settle in and work things out.

As they continued walking Beck began to feel really happy he had a new friend as his collar tag swung about with each step taken. The warm sun beat down on the two males as they made their way slowly and leisurely through the park, following an old trail that meandered left and right, but eventually lead to the old water mill. Normally Raccoon would have simply cut across the grass and headed straight for it, he was not a fan of wasting time. But something was different now; he wanted to draw things out a bit, just have a quiet, relaxed conversation with his new companion. Hopefully things would work out; he himself wasn't the best at making friends; his position as park leader meant he had to keep his distance from people, as to not show any favouritism. But Beck was a new arrival, it wouldn't do any harm to get to know him better, and after all, how many other chances would he get?

As the pair took their time walking Beck often saw Raccoon taking glances at him, with a distant smile. The young squirrel thought that perhaps Raccoon was just trying to make him feel more welcomed into the park, to make him feel safe, but then Raccoon asked a question about his collar and tag. Raccoon inevitably found that once again a bright glimmer cut into his thoughts as the squirrel's tag was swung back and forth in the sun, bright flashes gleaming off of it, like some sort of signal. Once more Raccoon found his mind going blank, his thoughts submerged beneath a fascination with the shining circle. It was like a miniature sun hung around his neck. Absent-mindedly he muttered a question, half to Beck, half to himself.

"That's an... interesting shiny you have there... where did you get it?"

"Oh this old thing? My friend who is a human gave it to me, I've had it since I was saved by him when I was very young." 


The squirrel's voice snapped Raccoon back to reality and made him realize he'd been staring. It was his one weakness, shiny things entranced him. For a moment he was speechless, his mind drawing a blank, before he hurriedly tried to hide his embarrassment, hoping his new friend wouldn't notice. He walked in silence for a moment, pondering the revelation.

"A human friend? And a lifesaver too? That certainty is unusual. I can't say I've ever had the pleasure; most of us here would settle for being ignored by humans rather than chased off. You'll have to tell me about this friend of yours, I must say I find the entire idea rather incredible." Though... I suppose that seems to be your motif, doesn't it? Being unique? It seems everything about you is, your color, your collar, even your eyes."


It was true, the squirrel's eyes were a strange color, a deep shade of purple. They went well with his blue fur and sparkled, a lot like his collar tag. Raccoon found himself staring at them far longer than he should have. Beck did not, or seemed not, to notice that blank stare Raccoon kept on him as he told most of the story of his savior to him, assuming that Raccoon was just a very good listener.

"Like ittle pools of liquid amethyst" Raccoon said absently.

"Well I've been told by others i'm not a normal squirrel for having a human friend, I think I'm more lucky then anything really, I think my human friend would love to meet you too. Bet he'd love to meet you I-"


Beck cut himself off as he saw Raccoon staring into his eyes with a strange, longing stare, it made Beck blush as he finally noticed the older male's complimented about his eyes. The young squirrel couldn't deny he liked the attention the park leader had been giving him. There was something about Raccoon he just liked and admired, maybe it was his way with his words or his body, maybe that strong sounding voice that sounded like it held wisdom and kindness.

Raccoon coughed a little uncomfortably at yet another slip-up. He mentally scolded himself for the lapse; he was never this lax, what on earth was wrong with him today? Fortunately Beck didn't seem to notice, or if he did he was being nice about it. Certainly that was yet another thing to like about the little fellow, he wasn't full of questions like so many in the park, didn't pounce on mistakes. Shaking himself out of it he tried to cover himself by turning the conversation away form the buck's adorable face.

"Well... if you want to introduce me sometime I'd be willing to try, though I'm not the most hopeful that things would go well. I've actually been outside the park a bit, I was born on the streets you know. Well, heh heh, not literally of course, but you get the idea. I think we both had a spot of luck getting where we are today, though I must say you are special indeed. It seems the more I learn about you the more obvious this fact becomes."

"I can agree we both are lucky to be where we are today. As for being special I think you fit that more then me, I mean again you run the entire park. I could never do anything close to that, you're the real amazing one here my friend."


Beck spoke softly now as the pair made it to Raccoon's home just before nightfall. Beck kept an eye on him, looking him over a few times as the older male began to open the path to the mill. The sun suddenly faded as shadow fell over them, they had both made their way to their destination. Raccoon strode forward, tapping on an old wooden wall with some pride.

"Well... this is where I live, more or less. I hope it's to your liking, if you'd care to follow me inside?"



Raccoon tried not to blush; something he wasn't used to. He was of course fond of praise, and believed a lot of it himself, but when the little  squirrel said anything it was somehow more... honest. His words made the stripetail want to be better somehow, to not disappoint him and be the best leader he could. Strange. He was still unsure exactly what it was about the new arrival that fascinated him so, it was another weakness perhaps, like the shine around his neck. As the day came to its end and the two stood at their destination he was almost at a loss for words. He found himself standing back slightly, patting the blue buck on the back gently as if afraid he'd break if he was too firm.

"Well, perhaps we can both agree we're a pair of special fellows hmmmnnn? Maybe that's why we enjoy each other so? It certainly has been quite the day, even for a first meeting."

"I can accept that answer, and yeah it's been one long day but I had a lot of fun meeting you. I'd like to say thank you for letting me stay with you sir. To be honest I would not be sure where I would've slept out there in the park, so if there is anything at all I can do to repay you please tell me."


Beck spoke softly enjoying the gentle petting on his back that made his tail swish back and forth, staring up at the procyon, looking into his brown eyes. Not for the first time that day Raccoon found himself staring down at the lithe buck, their gazes locked. He felt his breath catch in his throat, there were so many things he wanted to say in reply but  he wasn't sure he could actually voice. As the silence dragged on, heading towards being uncomfortable he hurriedly thought up a response.

"O-oh no, I couldn't ask anything of someone so new to our park. Your company is ample reward, believe me. Though if it's not too much trouble I do wonder if perhaps I could enjoy that company a little longer? I can't imagine you've had anything to eat for a while and of course I make sure to have an ample dinner set aside after the morning trashcan rounds. We might enjoy ourselves a nice snack before we retire..."

"No I haven't eaten in a while, it would be a very nice honor to join you for dinner my friend; to be honest you'll be the first person I've eaten a dinner [i]with."[/i]


Beck confessed this with a soft chuckle, agreeing to Raccoon's offer, with a smile. He noticed it had been a while since he'd last ate a meal, but he'd never really ate a dinner with anyone else before. Raccoon himself chuckled in response.

"I can believe that; I can't recall the last time I ate with company either. As I've said, business, business, business. There's no real time for pleasure."

He strode across the floor, looking for something, then began rummaging around, bending 
over, his tail swishing back and forth in concentration. He was trying to lift up a floorboard, eventually succeeding, revealing a small stash of assorted food items. Most of it was perishable stuff, things that couldn't be stored but had to be eaten the same day (or sooner.) There were a few discarded chips, an apple with only one bite taken out of it... and half a slice of pizza.

He had in fact been thinking of the slice all day, and his stomach growled at the sight of it. If he'd had his wits about him he would have found a way to conceal its existence, come back and eat it after, when the squirrel was asleep. But for some reason he wanted to make a good impression on the newcomer and so, despite his appetite's strong protests, he offered the tasty morsel to the blue squirrel.

"We were in luck, pizza today; you don't often get such a big slice. Please, do be my guest."

"Well, working all the time does make it hard to relax and have fun." 


Beck watched Raccoon dig around for the food he had hidden; the young squirrel waited patiently as his friend returned with a big half slice of pizza. Seeing the slice made his belly growl loudly enough for both too hear as he went red in the face. He spoke up, embarassed.

"Sorry about that sir, guess I'm really hungry. If you like we could share the slice down the middle?"


For a moment Raccoon hesitated; he considedered declining, upholding his previous generous offer. But his stomach was rumbling in tandem with the squirrel's and pizza slices of any size were a rare treat indeed.

"Well... I suppose we should; I *do* encourage members of the park to share after all."


Seating himself down beside Beck he carefully tore the slice in two, lengthwise, handing what he estimated to be the bigger piece to the squirrel. Beck thanked him for the slice as he ate, taking his time. Raccoon took a bite of his own, and chewed it in silence; unsure, yet again, of what to say. Eventually he settled for:

"Well... isn't this nice?"

"Yeah it's very nice to have dinner with someone else to talk to, it makes me feel a lot better and safer too, once again thank you for being so kind to me."


Beck smiled at the Raccoon and Raccoon returned it feeling unexpectedly pleased with the situation. What the squirrel said was true, he'd forgotten how nice it could be to share a simple meal with someone; he *had* been too busy, over the years. They continued eating, finishing up the last scraps of food; more would have to be found tomorrow, but that was how it had always been.

"And thank [i]you[/i] for indulging me; I'm getting at least as much out of this as you after all. And you can rest assured that I, and the others here will do our best to help you settle in. I run a tight ship here, so to speak, and I can certainly step in if the need arises. I don't mean to boast, but I've seen off my fair share of dogs you know. They come in with the humans, most are fine if a little bitey, but the occasional one..."

"Well I'm glad you enjoy my company, I'll stay as long as you wish me to. I'll also do my best to help you and the other people of the park in anyway I can."


Beck spoke with honest intent as he sat next to Raccoon, his tail softly brushing against Raccoon's back affectionately. The sudden sensation almost made Raccoon sit bolt upright. He didn't have much to do with people, on a personal level at least, and this was something else entirely. The blue squirrel kept confounding him, he never knew quite what to do. For the first time in a long while he felt a blush rising under his fur. He found his own tail flicking back, brushing against the squirrel's involuntarily. He wondered if that was alright, if Beck had noticed. He dared not say anything, in case he'd gone too far with his new friend. Beck just smiled back as their tails locked with one another. 

"Well sir, I think it's getting late, would you like to show me the way to your nest sir?"


Raccoon gaped, stupefied. He'd completely forgotten about sleeping arrangements. Certainly the old mill had plenty of space for even a dozen squirrels to room comfortably; but he had only one den, one place where he, or any other mammal, could comfortably sleep. And it was a snug fit even for just him. There was simply no way at that hour for the two of them to arrange separate sleeping quarters, they'd either have to share, or one would do without.

Part of him wanted to let the squirrel stay out in the cold; he'd already sacrificed the best part of a slice of pizza, he never said anything about sharing a comfy nest. But it was being overruled by another part that was more than willing to sacrifice a night's sleep if it meant impressing the young squirrel. Despite himself, and for reasons he couldn't quite explain, the older male was growing increasingly fond of the new arrival. And after all, he was a big buck, he'd grown up on the streets. A mere night of cold, hard floorboards was nothing. Of course there was a third option; they could share...

The very notion caught Raccoon off-guard; but the squirrel himself had asked to be shown to [i]his[/i] nest, he was confident of getting a resting spot... but had he also subtly suggested they bed together? The very thought made his breath catch in his throat; there were a lot of things that could lead to, if he simply agreed and led Beck onwards. And he could still feel their tails linked together as he sat there, warm and soft. His mouth dry and hiding the uncertainty in his voice he forced himself to stand and make his way further into the mill.

"O-Of course. This time of year I have a little something set up just across the room here, nothing special of course, but it suffices."


It had indeed grown quite late, and dark, as they had eaten, both mammals had to step carefully just to cross the room. With the sun down now the mill was lit only by moonlight, shining in through several large, conspicuous holes in the roof. The two of them had excellent night vision, good enough that they hadn't noticed the lack of sunlight until that moment, now the world was outlined in silvers and greys; the colors of moonlight.

The nest was constructed in the remains of some sort of wooden depression whose function was long ago forgotten. It was lined with a number of articles of clothing, gathered from the park over many seasons. There was just room enough for a larger and smaller creature to curl up in it and pull a 'blanket' of sorts over themselves. Raccoon found himself standing by it nervously, unsure of what to do next.

"It's a nice nest and the moonlight makes this whole mill shine beautifully! You can get in first, if you want, sir."


Beck stood looking towards Raccoon as his collar tag shone in the moonlight, a gleaming silver now, a softer, subtler shine. It was still entrancing, but Raccoon thought he could ignore it now, his attention gripped by the far more pressing issue of getting into his nest. It was strange how something so simple could suddenly become so difficult. If he were alone it would be a simple matter if sitting down, curling up and pulling a makeshift blanket over himself. But now a thousand questions rose in his mind. How much space should he take? Where exactly should he sit? What would he do with his tail? Fighting the seemingly ever-present problem of awkwardness he tried a modified version of his usual routine, slipping into his nest cautiously and shuffling to the side a bit, trying to leave enough space for the smaller male to join him. (That was surprisingly simple, the squirrel was lithe enough to not require much room at all.)

The sky was clear now, filled with stars and a crescent moon. At that time of night the mill was brightest, when the moonbeams could shine straight in through the roof. This was usually a distraction, it could keep a fellow from sleep, but now, somehow, it seemed appropriate as the procyon looked across at the squirrel; watching the light and shadows flow over him as he moved, ever-distracted by the glint of light on his tag.

Beck walked over to as the moonlight made it seem as if his fur was glowing a pearlescent hue, sitting down next to his friend with just enough space for the two of them to lay down together. The younger male had a worried look on his face placing a paw on a slumped shoulder. He was worried that raccoon might not be feeling well.

"Sir are you okay? Do you need me to get you some water?"

"No, no I'm fine. Just a little... preoccupied tonight. What with your arrival and all there's a lot to think about and organize, you know."

"That's good, but tonight lets not overthink things." 

Raccoon tried to focus and calm his frayed nerves. It was embarrassing to be so obviously shaken in front of his new friend. He took a deep, slow breath and forced himself to calm down; turning to the squirrel and attempting to show him a relaxed, in-control expression. He shifted slightly, tucking his tail around behind them both; curling it slightly around the smaller form.

Beck was relived that Raccoon was okay; but still concerned that he was now worrying about things. He wrapped his tail over Raccoon to help him keep warm; mirroring his friend as he locked eyes with him, the younger male confessing something to the older.

"Raccoon I like you, you are the nicest person I've met out here." 


Raccoon's head spun. He tried his hardest to quiet his mind, focus on the here and now and the cute squirrel in front of him; but it was difficult. Slowly he let himself sink into his partner's gaze; watching his eyes gleam, their unique color still noticeable, even by moonlight. His words were heartwarming and enticing at the same time. Raccoon had always strived to be liked by everyone at that park, but had never really seen himself as particularly nice, not really. Businesslike was more his demeanour. But his new friend believed in him and that was a strange new feeling, one of many he'd come across that day.

"Strange, I must say you're the most truly nice person I've met as well, either in the park or out of it. You really are a rare find, believe me."

"Thanks I'm happy to hear that."


Beck smiled. The young squirrel could tell that Raccoon was calming down as they looked at each other. Beck decided to show his affection to the older male by nuzzling him under his chin, who fought not to jump as the blue buck nuzzled against him. The very sensation of him brushing against his fur was electric. It seemed that perhaps his friend's feelings for him went deeper than he dared hope. After pausing briefly he wrapped an arm around the brushtail, holding him gently as he nuzzled back, snuggling his chin over the squirrel's head as the brushtail chuckled a little. He was enjoying being held by the older male, as well as Raccoon's scent; it was much more obvious this close up. He smelled like the park, a beautiful place.

"Your fur is soft and tickles a little, I like it." 

"I take good care of it, as I'm sure you do yours. Certainly it's very silky and well-groomed. Another thing we perhaps have in common."


The young male's laugh was silvery, like the moonlight, light and carefree. It was strange, lying there curled up next to another, but surprisingly pleasant. Beck was warm and soft and had his own unique scent that the mammal's finely-tuned nose easily picked up. It wasn't of the park, it was different and unique, like so much about him. The larger mammal sat there next to him for a while, calming down and just enjoying the experience.

"We have a lot in common which I like.. Raccoon look up." 

Beck spoke up suddenly as something caught his eye through a hole in the water mill. Raccoon did as he was instructed; confused for a while at what the squirrel was getting at. There was nothing unusual above them, just the night sky itself. Then it struck him; there was a beautiful sea of stars above them shining in the night. If Beck had truly come from a human locale then the bright lights they'd used would have blocked out the stars. This was quite possibly his first time seeing them as they really were, uncountable speckles of light against the rich, dark sky. Coon himself hardly looked anymore; it was enough that they were there, same as always every night. But now he paused to enjoy them with his friend, their natural beauty stirring old memories of a much younger fellow, entering the park himself for the first time, long ago.

"Aaah yes. Impressive aren't they? I remember when I first arrived here myself; I couldn't believe there were so many. They're like diamond dust sprinkled over the sky I've always said. You'll get to know them well, just like the park, believe me. If we have as much in common as I think then you'll learn as well as I did."

"Well I hope I learn fast, I've never seen the stars before they're really beautiful... Kind of like you Raccoon; you're like my first star."


Once again Raccoon found himself speechless, the squirrel's words had taken him back. Being called 'beautiful' even indirectly wasn't something he'd thought he'd never have appreciated, but somehow it made sense when Beck said so. He looked over at him, watching him blush, maybe wondering what Raccoon would think or say. After a moment or two of silence he looked back down at the squirrel beside him, tucking the paw he had wrapped around him under his chin, stroking the fur there gently.

"That's quite the claim, I certainly hope I can live up to your expectations. You... you're a star yourself... I know I may have said this before, but I've not met anyone quite like you in my life. You're positively enchanting."

Beck was still smiling enjoying the chin stroking Raccoon was giving him, giggling quietly. "I'm sure you can, maybe even better them. Plus your quite the looker yourself."

"So you've said, but I can't say I'd be quite so fond of another me as I am of your company. I've always said our park has some fine looking squirrels, I know you've met Andie, but you outdo them, and I'm not even sure why. I suppose it's just you being you. No specific feature, just the whole complete package as it were. You... you make me feel things I'm not sure I understand and certainly didn't expect. You being unique again I suppose."

Raccoon smiled fondly, enjoying the praise; finding himself loosening up, slowly leaning in closer to the smaller male, enjoying their mutual warmth. It was hard to believe things had ended up like this so quickly. If it didn't feel so nice it would have been laughable. Beck meanwhile found himself enjoying being with his friend more and more by the second. He felt as if he'd found someone he could relate to.

"Well I'm happy to know you prefer me; as for the things you feel, what are they telling you to do?"

Beck was nuzzling his chest, the brush of fur against fur seemed strangely electric to Coon. How could he answer that question? There were so many things he wanted to do, so many. Some he didn't know how to even put into words, and words were his specialty. It was all so strange, so different from anything he'd experienced before. The situation was washing over him, pushing him to do things he never would have even considered mere hours ago. Something deep within him stirred and he moved the paw held against Beck's cheek, tilting his head upwards a bit. Slowly he nuzzled down before pressing his muzzle softly against the top of the squirrel's snout before backing off. The very slightest hint of a kiss, barely noticeable, like the touch of a snowflake.

"This.. all of this." he said plainly.

"All this, well... I dare say I'm enjoying as much as you are... I really do love you."


Beck thought that small gentle kiss on his snout was utterly adorable, the young squirrel placing a hand on the older buck's cheek. He spoke softly returning the kiss to a cheek. He would have gone for the muzzle but that might have been taking things a bit too fast.

The park leader blinked. Once again the squirrel had outdone him. 'Love'? Was he serious? And what did he feel? Surely not love, not after a single day, if that? And yet... he wasn't sure. So much had happened, was happening, so fast. It was ridiculous, nonsensical, but so very pleasant. In the end his character asserted itself. What was he doing, sitting there paralyzed like that, as if the squirrel would vanish into morning mist at any second? He was the leader of Liberty park for crying out loud; it was his duty to make the hard decisions, to lead. He didn't spend time thinking himself in circles, he went ahead and acted! He made up his mind then and there to follow this strange course of events to their conclusion; consequences be dammned. This was a rare chance indeed and he needed to take full advantage of it.

He wrapped both arms around Beck, pulling him close, holding him tight as he leaned down again to press against the sleek blue muzzle, closing his eyes and pressing firmly against it as he kissed the squirrel properly, holding their embrace for long seconds. Beck was a little surprised at being kissed him muzzle to muzzle; it sent a sort of spark through his body. The younger male wanted that divine moment to never end as he wrapped his tail around Raccoon's own again.

After a long time Raccoon reluctantly pulled away, breaking the kiss and opening his eyes to see the young buck staring back at him. He was surprised to find himself breathing heavily, almost panting. That had been the single most passionate moment of his life and he was almost awed by it. He felt their tails interlock once more, wrapping around each other tightly, as if mirroring their embrace. His paws began to gently caress the squirrel, brushing through his silky fur.

"Beck I... I don't know what to say, I think I love you too, strange as it seems, even to me. Whatever the case may be, let's enjoy this night together for what it is."

"I would love nothing more then to make this a wonderful night for us both." 

"Oh but you already have, you already have..."

Beck was still gazing at his partner who was running paws through his fur. The younger buck really could hide it; he was excited about Raccoon in a way he had never felt about anyone. The elder male breathed deeply, this was happening and it was wonderful. He held the squirrel close, the two facing each other, smaller form pressed against his chest as he moved his snout slowly downwards, nibbling lightly at the fur on Beck's neck, almost purring with contentment.

The squirrel let him playfully nibble on his neck while softly rubbing over Coon's lower back, just above the tail. He felt the roving paws moving down behind him; scratching around the base of his tail, a strange but welcome development. He arched his back as a warm, pleasurable feeling enveloped him. He was trying hard to hold his own feelings of increasing arousal in check; this was entirely new territory for him, something so close, so personal. He tried to take things slowly, to feel out the young buck and try and divine what he liked.

Taking the cue he moved one of his own paws down, exploring the squirrel's form, lightly tracing his claws down the soft, gently curving stomach then gently tucking the paw between his thighs, letting it sit there, pressing gently against him as his partner let the older male explore his body. Shortly after he felt the buck decide to put his paws on his chest rubbing over it softly. If it's one thing Beck knew it was that belly rubs were the way to anyone's heart.

Raccoon growled happily as the squirrel reciprocated his attentions, almost purring as the warm paws moved over him. He could feel a spreading heat between his own legs, his arousal making itself physically palpable as his body responded to the caressing male. In turn he redoubled his efforts on Beck, the paw between the squirrel's thighs stroking and caressing there, tracing over the curves and form of a soft sheath and nuts while his other paw moved down the squirrel's back, eventually reaching the fluffy blue tail, curling around its base, gently gripping and squeezing, feeling the buck out.

For his part Beck could smell Raccoon's musk growing more potent and obvious as he rubbed over a large, soft gut. Growing bolder he started to grasp the older male's balls, playing with them softly, as he himself was being played with. The young squirrel wanted to see how far he could go. He smiled as he felt strong paws playing with his tail.

Once more the squirrel surprised the older male; he was really getting into the swing of things, being surprisingly forward for such a reticent buck. He felt his sheath begin to swell as the squirrel played with him, gentle paws caressing his increasingly heavy nuts. He responded in kind, his own paw teasing the squirrel, large enough to hold both of Beck's balls at once, gently fondling them, occasionally grasping the squirrel's sheath and massaging it, rubbing and squeezing, encouraging him to emerge and harden.

Beck couldn't help but moan out softly; it was clear that his partner was far more experienced then him. The younger male's member was already growing, extending to full mast from the soft fondling. Beck had one or two plans for how to get his mate to moan and get fully hard himself. The young male got on his knees eyeing the pair of heaveset balls in front of him, noting the substantial nice girth about them.

"Raccoon would you let me try something with you?"


Raccoon felt Beck move, pulling back slightly and changing position. He knew the buck was aroused; he'd felt the heat from his member as he'd been fondling and playing with him. He swallowed hard; not entirely sure of what the squirrel wanted, but harbouring a burning curiosity and great eagerness to see what would happen next. Anything that put the buck between his legs was a welcome development.

"Of course, of course... feel free to try what you will, I'm a big boy, I've seen a few things, and I want to make you happy."

"You're a big boy alright. I'm sure this will make us both happy."


Beck chuckled softly, taking a quick second to admire the procyon's sizeable and thick meat; all going to plan he'd  be sucking on that tasty length soon. The younger male leaned down between the older's legs and started to lap at the savory, potent balls, getting strong whiffs of the musk that clung to them.

As he did so Raccoon reached down and gripped Beck's shoulders firmly, squeezing and massaging them, almost holding the squirrel in place as he felt a warm, wet tongue lapping at his sack; the young buck nuzzling into its warm embrace. He gently encouraged him to inch forward, pushing him into their embrace, grinning as he saw their musty warmth flow over the smaller male's muzzle, soaking him with his pent-up scent. The sight was incredibly hot and he found himself completely hard now, throbbing fuckstick twitching as Beck continued to give him attention.

'Oh-oh yes... so like a squirrel hmmn? I hope my nuts are satisfactory?"


Beck kept lapping at Raccoon's sack throughly licking each musty orb, enjoying the strange yet entrancing salty taste as he began to suck on the right nut. He thought about  making a joke about giving a nut job, but he was enjoying hearing his lover pant and gasp far too much. Growing more eager the next thing beck did was fill his cheeks with each sack, engulfing the both of them at once into his mouth, licking over them. He pressed in, pushing his nose down, burying it in the older males groin.

As he continued, enjoying hearing the moans of bliss as he kept licking over the ample nuts, the young squirrel could see the thick, substantial meat looming above him throbbing and dripping pre already. Once he was sure that he had sucked and licked the older male's orbs clean, he pulled carefully back and let go of the tasty balls with a wet slurping sound.

"Will you do one more thing for me? I would like you to lay on your belly and raise your tail for me, please? You might just love this more then the nut job I gave you."


Raccoon opened his eyes at the sound of his lover's voice, panting heavily, the sensations of pleasure still flowing through him. For a moment he just lay there, overcome. Was Beck suggesting that he... a part of him objected; he was nobody's doe, but he just couldn't resist the cute buck's request. Still a little uncertain he complied; shifting carefully in the snug nest until he was lying on his stomach, his partner now behind him. Almost timidly he raised his tail, curling it over his back so it would be out of the way.

Beck waited till his lover was on his belly. He could see Coon was not too sure about showing his backside; of course he would'nt dream of mounting him, at least not yet, not till it was wanted. He admired the slightly plump backside and its tasty looking hole as he leaned into the musky rump, carefully spreading its fuzzy cheeks with both paws before licking across the tailstar of the older male.

Raccoon's eyes shot open in surprise and shock before glazing over in pleasure. This wasn't what he had been expecting at all. His entire body tensed and his claws scratched against the wood of the nest, leaving deep marks in it. The brush of the squirrel's tongue over his sensitive rear was exquisite, he adored feeling the pointed muzzle pressing in under his tail, pushing gently against him. He wanted, NEEDED more of the squirrel. Feeling his pulse pounding in his ears he curled his tail down, wrapping it around Beck's neck, behind his head and around his neck in a lose grip, tugging the squirrel forward, encouraging him to go deeper.

"H-haaaah... oh yes that... that's wonderful. G-go on, you can go deeper my boy... I want to FEEL you..."


Beck was lapping around raccoon's soft, sensitive ring, feeling it quiver in response, until he felt the thick, coarse tail wrapping around him; forcing him to lean closer while hearing Coon asking him to go deeper. The young male was happy to oblige the older as he started to stick his tongue inside the warm tailhole; he couldn't deny that his partner was tasty back there. Getting more into it he found himself sucking on the plump rump like a cub on its mother.

Not for the first time that night Raccoon growled deeply as he felt his partner comply with his needy request, nuzzling in deeper beneath his tail; a probing, exploring tongue diving in deeper into his sensitive tush, licking, warming and lubricating it with saliva. He could hear the squirrel behind him, lapping away eagerly, the two of them panting hotly and lustfully as the young buck serviced him in a way he'd never experienced before.

"Aaaah yes, that's it... that's it. Just like that you beautiful blue buck..."


Beck eagerly licked Raccoon's ass going in as deep as he could, his breath warming the tight rear, its powerful musk driving him on as he ate him out. He knew he had to do something else, move on to another thing that the both of them would want. But before he did he stuck his tounge deep in as possible. Raccoon moaned, loud and long and deep as the squirrel dove in, gritting his teeth and stretching with pleasure. He was loving every second of this strange, but entrancing experience, panting and encouraging his new mate, tail flicking back and forth wildly, brushing over Beck's back. He could feel himself being stimulated, his own rock-hard meat was beginning to produce drops of pre, twitching in pleasure as it brushed against his stomach, pressed firmly between his hot fur and the ground by his own weight.

Beck was still licking, but took a moment to pause and lick his lips, during this time he reached around beneath Raccoon's side, grabbing his thick meat and starting to stroke it softly. The older buck gasped harshly as he felt a soft paw reach underneath him and begin groping his cock. The sensations were electric as it gripped him almost entirely encircling his length, pumping away slowly. He felt himself pulse and twitch in Beck's grasp, adding a new dimension of pleasure to the rimming.

"Sorry sir I need to wet my whistle." he joked.

"Nnnn... well you're certainly wetting mine... if you keep this up I..."

"Well in that case..."


Beck did not want his lover to shoot his load yet, so the sly squirrel quickly let go of the pre-dripping member, and crawled underneath the older male's legs. His partner couldn't help but squirm as the limber squirrel wriggled beneath him, brushing against his needy shaft as he moved under, inadvertently getting drips of pre smeared on his backfur. Once fully pinned beneath the larger male he turned around, brushing against Coon's stomach until his muzzle was pointed back, snuggled beneath the older male's legs with the engorged meat pointed directly at his face as some of the pre dripped onto it.

There was a pause, and then once again Raccoon tried not to jump as a warm, wet mouth opened wide and took in the tip of his shaft, closing softly on it and beginning to suck on it eagerly. Slowly but surely Beck pressed onwards, getting more and more of the rigid length inside his mouth and throat, his tongue exploring its texture and taste, lapping at the increasingly frequent spurts of pre the procyon was releasing under the intense stimulation. Soon almost half of Coon's cock was inside the hungry buck, twitching with pleasure as he was eagerly milked.

Reaching down he pushed his arms beneath both himself and the squirrel hugging Beck tightly to his chest and helping him move down onto the throbbing length more easily, slipping his paws once more between the smaller buck's legs and fondling the smaller erect shaft that lay there, stroking it slowly and gently in time with the other male's nursing on his dick.

Beck moaned out around raccoon's thick meat, the loud sound vibrated it sending more waves of pleasure through Raccoon's body as he managed to get most of his mate into his mouth. As the older male played with him, the younger was once more breathing deep the humid, musky air, his nose buried deeply in Coon's groin area again. As the salty taste of jizz coated his tongue he wondred how big raccoon's load would be.

Unable to help himself, getting carried away with the pleasure, Raccoon began to buck; his hips twitching and shifting, pressing his length into the blue male's throat, feeling it slip in and out smoothly. He could feel his nuts tightening, lifting in preparation to dump their load into the squirrel's stomach. Part of him wondered how well his young mate would handle it; it had been some time indeed since he had been with anyone and he was sure he was incredibly pent-up. He began to moan with each thrust into the welcoming warmth, each buck deep into Beck's throat being accompanied by a burst of pre that was hungrily devoured by the servicing squirel.

His own paws worked Beck's shaft briskly, gripping it firmly and brushing up and down it, lubricated now by the squirrel's own fluids; slicking them, helping him glide over the sensitive spike, fondling and feeling it, pleasuring his partner. Beck could feel he was going to blow first, the grasping paws just felt so good stroking him. He was leaking a lot now, but not nearly as much as his partner. The young male kept swallowing every burst the salty yet tasty pre, trying hard to focus on blowing Raccoon before he himself came.

The two males were urging each other onwards now, the older could feel the urgency, the need of his young lover beneath him, intensifying the blowjob he was giving, as if hurrying him to climax. The very idea was incredibly arousing, just thinking about it almost made him cream then and there. In response he too worked the squirrel harder, forming his paws into fists and firmly pressing them down onto the squirrel's ample length, one after the other, making him penetrate a seemingly endless love tunnel. He didn't have long, he knew. He was losing control, his body moving on its own as his peak approached.

Suddenly, without warning his climax hit and he gripped the squirrel's shaft tightly in his paws as his body tensed, his hips pressing forward, burying the young buck between his legs and forcing his jaws open and over his sheath. For a moment he stayed there, feeling the squirrel gag slightly, his entire cock buried in the hot mouth and throat before the first burst of thick, creamy seed flowed forth, straight down the blue buck's throat. They were followed by more and more as the orgasm took hold, backed-up cum releasing itself into the smaller male in generous burts.

So filed, Beck shot his load all over the stroking paw and the nest they were laying in. Yet he paid little heed;  he was more focused on gulping down the older male's huge load. The young squirrel never imagined how pent up he was as he swallowed the coon milk trying not to spill a drop as it poured into him.

Lost in the warm pleasure of orgasm Raccoon was vaguely aware of a hot wetness on his paws, his lover reaching his own climax as he continued to squeeze and stroke the excited male's length. His own virile seed was still pouring into the buck, who was managing to swallow nearly all of it, only a few messy spurts leaking out around the edge of his muzzle, coating the two mates in the scent of sex and love. Slowly, so slowly his peak faded, his spurts lessening even as Beck continued to suck and swallow, obediently taking as much as he could. Beck was amazed at how much he's seed he was drinking in as he felt himself getting a little full, struggling to milk the thick member as he himself was being milked. Strangely enough it felt like Raccoon was still hard.

For a while the elder male lay there, still buried deep in Beck's throat; cock twitching gently in the warm embrace, the last few spurts of a massive load being teased out of him, the devoted squirrel not wanting to miss a drop. In turn he continued to stroke and tease the squirrelcock, rubbing and fondling it, making sure his lover's nuts were totally spent. Finally they were both done, catching their breath in the warm afterglow. And yet... Raccoon could still feel a need. That first release had been incredible but... he still had more to give to his new mate. He was still hard and ready for more.

After downing all that had been offered Beck slowly pulled off the older male's cock, staring at the tumescent length, still standing tall and proud in the moonlight, still being jerked off by the bigger male.

"Wow, you still got another one in you?"


Slowly catching his breath Raccoon listened to the somewhat muffled voice of the buck beneath him. He DID have another in him, and he knew exactly what he wanted to do too. He carefully stood up, moving off of Beck and looking down at him; laying spread-eagled on the ground, still sticky from their mutual climax. He wiped his sticky paws on a piece of nearby cloth.

"I have, the best one, I think. Now I need YOU to do something for me. I need you to get up on all fours, face downwards a bit, put that cute little butt in the air and raise your tail. It's mating time."


Beck listened to what was wanted of him and obediently got on all fours, ass up tail raised, as his head was lowered to the ground; giving Raccoon a nice veiw of his rump and tight squirrel hole. Though nervous he smiled, he did enjoy Raccoon's newfound confidence.

Stepping slowly over to the prone squirrel Raccoon placed a paw firmly on the raised rump, squeezing it and feeling its supple softness in his grasp before gently pulling Beck backwards, nestling him between his powerful thighs, rock-solid cock sticking up between then, rubbing teasingly against a soft pink hole.

This, this was what he wanted. He was going to claim his squirrel, mark the buck as his mate. He began to gently buck, enjoying the feel of the soft fur against his spit-lubed shaft, the pressure forcing a few errant drops of seed from his dick, the last remnants of their previous mating. He wiped these carefully onto the squirrel, wetting his pucker.

When he was satisfied that his lover was appropriately prepared the moved back slightly and grabbed his cock with a paw, still holding onto the young male as he angled his meat down, pointing the tip against the tight entrance, holding it there and pressing slowly in. The squirrel didn't budge an inch, naturally resisting the insistent penetration. Grunting he moved his paw forward, up his own length to the base of Beck's tail, pointing a finger and wriggling it into the tight ass, feeling it clench around him. He pressed deeper, prepping and loosening the buck for what was to come.

Beck felt raccoon's thick member rubbing between his cheeks. Even though it was wet, he could feel the older male's warmth raditating off of that cock. He was a little worried as it poked against his pucker, then he felt some of the sticky wetness on his hole. After that he felt the first inches of Raccoon's meat trying to enter him but failing. He could tell that this omlymade him more eager as he then felt a finger probing his ass, making him clench and murmur softly in pleasure as raccoon readied his mate.

Feeling the squirrel murr in response Raccoon hurried his preparations, slipping a second finger slowly inside the tight ring, working them in and out in rapid succession, slowly spreading the virgin hole. Even now he didn't want to hurt his lover, but the fire in his loins was driving him onwards, encouraging him to be reckless. After a minute or so he was convinced that the squirrel's body was used to such intrusions and once more placed his tip against the tight rosebud, satisfied to feel it give this time, allowing him entrance.

Once more he pressed forward, the first inch or so slipping in, wider and thicker than his fingers had been, spreading the welcoming buck, revelling in the crushing tightness and heat of the unexplored passageway. Free to grasp his mate with both paws now, he gripped him firmly by the hips and suddenly bucked forward, driving half his length into the hapless squirrel.

Beck had been enjoying feeling the fingers of his mate inside him, but then he felt something much thicker and he knew that Raccoon had instered his cock into him at last. It hurt a lot at first making the young squirrel cry out, but he was quickly getting to used to the penetration even as he had half of a massive cocklength forced into his ass. Beck panted, nearly overcome with stimulation. He could only image the look on Raccoon's face.

The domminant buck grunted as he met instant resistance, hearing his partner cry out in surprise and pain. He leaned forward, curling himself over his mate, pushing the blue tail down and over until he was lying atop the smaller buck, cupping a paw under his chin and stroking his cheekfur softly. With his head just above Beck's he nibbled the squirrel's ear gently, giving it a nip before reassuring him with a gentle whisper.

"It's okay, it's okay.... It's going to hurt a little first time, but you'll soon get used to it. Just try and relax and let me in and I promise you'll soon be begging for more."

"A-alright I can take it sir."

"Of course you can, that's the spirit. I know this is something we'll both love."


Blushing as his lover lay atop of him trying, to comfort the young squirrel Beck started to relax his body so his mate could go even deeper. Already the pleasure was growing and something told Beck that he really might end up enjoying this, especially with Raccoon giving him support.

There was something about being in the proper mating pose that stirred something deep within Raccoon. His buried instincts began to rise to the surface, whispering about the tight virgin doe beneath him. He could feel Beck trying to force himself to relax, to allow him further entry and he gripped the squirrel tightly with an arm around his chest, using the other to hold himself up, on all fours now astride the smaller male.

With his partner so secured he bucked forward again, getting another few inches deeper into Beck's quivering love tunnel, determined to bury his entire length inside his lover, to explore and fill him in a way he knew he'd never experienced before.

"Oooh yes you're tight. I'm going to have to *NNF!* teach you to loosen up a little now aren't I, my sweet little virgin buck?"


Beck was now as relaxed as he ever could be despite the cock buried inside him. He felt that thick length in his ass, the warmth spreading out from his rump all over his body. He felt Raccoon get into a more suitable postion and then start bury the remaining portion of his cock into Beck's tight ass, making him moan in pleasure. He knew his mate was trying to take his time, only blushing brighter as he was called a virgin buck. He wasn't sure if he liked raccoon teasing him that way, but ti didn't matter anymore; he was lost in the lust of the moment.

Slowly but surely Raccoon's thick length made its way into the squirrel, stretching him wider and wider as it made headway, burying itself into the warm rump. Finally with a last strenuous push he felt himself bottom out as his hips met those of his mate. For a moment he sat inside the squirrel, hard cock gently quivering before slowly pulling out halfway, only to press back in.

This time there was no resistance, the already stretched hole allowing him easy entry. Again and again he pulled back, pressing in harder and faster each time, slowly increasing his pace as the buck beneath him began to relax, moaning in pleasure, his body no longer fighting the intrusion but welcoming it, slick, soft walls rubbing against sensitive skin as the two males began to fuck in earnest.

Beck could hardly belive he had just taken all of the thick length. He could feel the older male pulling out and thrusting back in; making him want Raccoon even more, as his inner walls hugged the intruding cock, eagerly milking the rock-hard member. He moaned in a blissful tone as he let raccoon ride him.

"S-So big..."

"Nnn! And so tight! That's it now, take it nice and easy like a good buck. Unf! Just like that."


Raccoon began to pant as the pace increased, he could feel himself growing hotter as he bred the blue buck, stuffing and filling him with every inch of his thick, throbbing meat. He was moving with pure instinct now, visions of mating and breeding the tight squirrel flashing through his mind, overpowering him with the desire to fill him with a hot load, mark Beck as his, then and forever.

Soft wet sounds began to rise over the moans of both bucks as a heavy set of procyon orbs began to slap repeatedly into Beck's own, full of churning spunk, despite the previous release, seeming to grow larger and heavier somehow as the mating continued. There were slick lewd noises as their hips met, each thrust pushing Beck forward slightly with the sheer force of it as Raccoon's motions became rougher and faster.

Beck could now feel each inch of raccoon's cock thrusting in and out of his rump like a piston that only got faster and wilder as time went on. The young squirrel started to really enjoy the feeling of his mate atop him, as the pair lost control, going mad with lust. It felt as if hours were going by but it was only minutes and Beck was loving every second. The young buck tried to speak but it came out as more of a gasp.

Raccoon growled in response, loving the sound of his mate so overcome with burning desire. Each gasp and moan only drove him onwards as he lost himself in the feel, sound and scent of his mate; jackhammering away at the buck below, pounding his unresisting hole, spurts of hot pre bursting forth and coating his insides, only helping fuel the powerful thrusts.

"Y-You feel so good Raccoon."

"And y-you... are exquisite! I-I'm going to make you mine squirrel! I want you to be my mate now and for all time!"


He couldn't tell how long they kept up that pace, it could have been minutes, it could have been hours. But slowly he felt a familiar urge rising, the sensitivity of his shaft increasing, the neediness of his bucks  becoming more evident. He knew it wouldn't be long before he once more filled the squirrel, this time properly as a mate. He held the buck tightly as he began the final climactic thrusts. Shutting his eyes and gritting his teeth he somehow found it in him to go even further, at a pace he couldn't believe he was capable of, slamming into the tight buck, working as hard as he could to breed him properly, panting and gasping with the effort.

Beck could not even reply to his lover's words as he was to focused now on the feral male pounding away at him like a wild beast in heat. He could feel himself getting filled just with pre. He himself was leaking a lot from the rubbing, pressing pleasure and sound of the wet sqeluching noises coming from between him and his buck.

Suddenly it seemed that Raccoon had a new idea; pushing up with his forepaws he levered himself onto his hind legs, dragging Beck with him before sitting down heavily. Now the lithe squirrel was sitting in his lap, atop his shaft and balls, gripped by both large paws. Snickering mischievously Raccoon slowly lifted the smaller buck up, then let go, allowing gravity to drop him down onto the thick shaft again. He did this several more times, loving the feel of the tight hole pressing onto him, before beginning to work the buck with his forepaws, moving him up and down his cock roughly, like a rag doll, watching the smaller blue male jerk about. He could feel it now he was sure of it, his climax was mere seconds away as he focused on the panting, gasping squirrel in his lap, squirming and wriggling with each deep thrust, looking so utterly adorable as he was bred hard.

Beck was moaning uncontrollably as his larger lover was playing with him on his lap, he was easily lifted and dropped down onto the thick, rigid cock leaking hot pre nonstop. Both he and Coon were close. He cried out, a moment of pure joy and lust, wanting all his mate had to offer him.

"Give me all you got!"

"Hnnnggggghhhh!"


Those words spurred Raccoon on and with a powerful grunt he pulled Beck down onto his shaft, hilting once more in the tight hole; bucking his hips up eagerly, forcing himself in as far as he could go. He growled, a deep, feral noise as his partner yelped at the penetration. A tingling feeling began, starting in his churning nuts and exploding up and outwards like a streak of fire, racing up his cock and bursting out into his mate's tight passage. He could [i]feel[/i] his nuts draining into his lover, filling him, marking him, stuffing him with hot bursts of thick seed, rope after rope of burning fluid pouring into his mate as lust and instinct collided, breeding Beck thoroughly.

Beck's eyes rolled back in his skull as he felt the massive amount of fertile seed flowing into him. He went limp in Raccon's grasp, willingly accepting every burst, well knowing he had been marked now and forever by his mate the park leader, Raccoon. Just like before the forecful bursts kept coming, endlessly filling the young male. Beck was sure he felt his belly slightly bloat as the second hot load was pumped into him, pushing him to his limit as his body struggled to accept every drop. Despite the incredible pressure building within him, he was tied so tightly with the oversize cock that the seal prevented all but the slightest trickle of sticky fluid from his abused rump. He may have cum himself, he wsn't sure, his mind was addled with bliss.

Then, as quickly as it had crested the climax was over. Raccoon shuddered and slumped backwards, panting heavily, unable to do anything, even speak. The two bucks lay there, hot, sweaty and sticky, the scent of musk and sex clinging to them, filling the air. Unable to pull himself off the rigid member Beck sat in his lover's lap, held there by the intrusion, laying back against a gently heaving and pillowlike stomach. The massive expenditure of energy had left both utterly exhausted. As the rosy fog of afterglow filled their minds, and their vision blurred and darkened with the oncomming sleep they could do little more than murmur to each other.

"Love you."

"You too, my special, shiny squirrel"


* * *

The sun shone into the old building, beams making bright patches on the walls wherever they found a hole in the roof from which to enter. As the sky turned from rose to a deep blue they moved, following the angle of the solar orb and making their way across floor and wall. Eventually one alighted on a small pile of assorted rags; disheveled and thrown about, as if by vigorous activity. In what remained of a very disordered nest a large raccoon lay, shifting slightly as the heat and light of the beam roused him from slumber. He still felt rather unusually tired, as if the previous day had been a great exertion. And it had... somehow.

Slowly the procyon struggled to get up, feeling unusually heavy and stiff. He tried to remember exactly what it was that had led him to that state, an important matter he knew, if he could just pin down [i]what[/i]. He blinked in te brightness of morning light, vision slowly clearing as he rubbed his eyes, feeling a strange weight on his chest. He eventually managed to focus on a smaller blue form, laying atop him, a large bushy tail hanging limply over his own. For a moment he stared blankly, unaware of what to make of the situation. Gradually realization dawned as Beck turned his head, looking up at him.

"Morning, park leader." he said.


Raccoon smiled, yesterday had been good, today wasn't turning out half bad either.