[b]For the Park[/b]

It was another fine day of bright sun, fresh air and general conviviality in the park as the young squirrel made his way aimlessly about wondering what to do next. He'd spent the morning washing up at the creek, something he now had many occasions to do, and his fur had dried in the breeze to its usual fluffy and pert condition. Now the rest of the day was laid out before him, full of promise and opportunity. Maybe he'd climb a tree and watch the traffic just outside the park boundary, or patrol the trashcans for snacks, or maybe just-

"Skater! Hey, glad to bump into you. Look, Raccoon wants to see you about an important matter that's come up."

"Again?! But I just saw him this morning!"

"Busy day then huh? I know how that feels, the workload can get on top of you sometimes. Just try and remember, it's all for the park."


The orange-brown squirrel doe scurried off, tail bobbing about energetically as she strode off to the storage tree. Skater watched it for some time, as well as... surrounding areas. She had no [i]idea[/i] about his workload... or maybe she did; rumor had it that Andie and Raccoon had been... romantically inclined at some point, though of course it was only speculation. As it was now, if Grayson were to vanish overnight he'd be on that tail faster than pigeons on breadcrumbs. But alas, not this particular morning. [i]This[/i] morning it seemed he had yet [i]more[/i] work to do 'for the park'.

He set off, pausing to greet a few friends as he passed by, trying to keep abreast of what was happening. Despite being a rather compact locale the park positively bustled with life and energy, plenty to keep a young squirrel buck on his toes. He'd only been resident for a few weeks now, but had already settled in to a pretty stable routine. As one of only four squirrels in the park (One of which was uncooperative another of which was... scatterbrained.) he'd quickly risen to the vaunted position of Organizational Assistant to Raccoon, the undisputed leader of the entire park and all those within it.

He knew where Raccoon would be; if Andie was heading towards the tree then he'd be in the old mill, where he usually hung out to deal with... personal business. It was quite a setup; he was the only mammal in the park to have his own little home, not just a hole in tree, rock or soil. Though, as he often said, 'It was the park's mill' and he was not averse to sharing it. The mill itself was a pretty impressive; it straddled the creek at its widest point and had, in times long past, been used to turn grain into flour. Now it was dilapidated and run-down, the tiles falling from the roof, its walls termite ridden and creaking. The only thing impressive about it now was its sheer size; of human construction it towered over anyone who entered. That alone made up for all its other shortcomings; as the sun was behind it and Skater felt a chill in the morning air as he walked into its shadow. The door was ajar, as always, and the interior was bathed in shadow. Raccoon preferred a little darkness in his abode, only really enjoying the sunlight when outside. Still, a series of bright sunbeams penetrated the darkness, casting bright spots on the floor.

The interior was filled with assorted... things. Machinery of a kind, wood and metal and bits of wire, now all strewn haphazardly about after years of neglect. It didn't near fill the large open space however; it was still quite cavernous, Skater's every pawstep echoing off of the walls as he slowly made his way to where he knew Raccoon would be. (Being tipped off not a little by the presence of a small red bird, Raccoon's loyal , if untalkative companion.) As expected he was sitting by the far wall, leaning back against it languidly, legs spread awaiting the squirrel. Raccoon was by no means a slight or delicate individual, he was a head taller than Skater at [i]least[/i] and weighed more than twice as much, most of that solid muscle, something the squirrel knew from experience.

"Aaah good. Andie gave you my message I see. I do hate to bother you twice in one day, but the onset of summer has always been a... busy time for me."

"Y-yeah..."

"Well, don't just stand there squirrel, you have work to do and there's pizza in it for you..."


Skater gulped nervously and approached the far larger male, who awaited him with a very prominent erection twitching idly in the cool inside air. He was getting used to this now, but he was also being pushed a little further each time and had reservations about his... role in maintaining park order. Sure the extra food was nice, (He was a little disappointed to see that this second inconvenience that day wouldn't involve peanut butter, which was always the best, no matter [i]what[/i] he had to lick it off of.) and it seemed his compensation, sitting not too far away from the trash panda would be a tasty looking piece of pizza, indeed but even after all this time his duty was still rather rough on him.

Still, a snack was a snack. He let himself be firmly grasped by the larger male and gently spun around until he was facing the way he'd come, away from the pointed muzzle and toothy grin of the park leader. His arms were now being held behind his back in a vicelike grip as something slick and pointed prodded about beneath his tail. Skater was endlessly grateful that the coon wasn't as... broad in that area as he was elsewhere, otherwise he'd have been torn in two long ago. But what he lacked in girth he more than made up for in length; Skater was an arm's length away yet the sleek shaft was still able to reach him. He shivered, partly in anticipation partly in concern. This close up the power of the dominating male was evident. His body was large, hot and musty, an overpowering scent of masculine desire seeming to pour off of him and sink into the squirrel's fur. He could feel every breath the raccoon took, moving his form slightly, sending hot, humid breaths to ruffle the fur on his back.

With a satisfied grunt Raccoon pulled him sharply back, impaling him on his member in one smooth movement. A series of shorter, sharper jerks buried more than half of the length inside his tailhole without much issue, the cock rapidly hitting a familiar sensitive spot and making the squirrel moan in pleasure, gritting his teeth as the sheer length came up against soft, but insistent resistance. He steadied himself, hindpaws scrabbling against the dusty wooden floor, seeking purchase to allow him to stay upright. He was very nearly falling backwards onto the powerful mustelid, barely able to resist the firm tugging.

"UNF! Very well handled... as usual. I thought perhaps now that you were... used to your role we might perhaps try letting you handle the... full scope of the position."

"Uh, do you me- URK!"


This time Raccoon thrust forward as he pulled the buck back, driving himself deeper inside his tensing form. Something inside the squirrel held for a second, but then twisted and gave way as the slick shaft drove in deeper and deeper. Skater tried to protest, but the overwhelming sensation of the cock penetrating to new depths inside him took his breath away. All he could do was squeak quietly with each thrust, every inch entering him somehow having yet another to follow. He hadn't been able to take nearly the full length before, but under the constant bucking pressure from the insistent male behind him it was only a minute or so before, to his great relief, the coon bottomed out, a large and heavy pair of nuts slapping firmly beneath his bushy tail and indicating that he'd finally managed to take every inch on offer.

For a few moments the two bucks held that position, the smaller wriggling and squirming as he tried to find a comfortable position, his insides spasming erratically, protesting the new and unusual intrusion. The deep and penetrating stimulation caused his own member to emerge from its sheath, growing in jerks and twitches, in time with the gentle motions of the length inside him. The larger sat stock still, breathing heavily and growling just loud enough to be heard; it had been a long time indeed since he'd managed to hilt himself inside a buck and the sensation was exquisite, a tight, moist passage squeezing the entire length of his dick firmly caressing it as he sat there, closing his eyes in pleasure and enjoying the motions of the smaller form in his grasp.

Skater knew what was coming next, but even so, with his head spinning and his rear end being stretching in ways he wasn't quite sure he understood, he was almost wholly unprepared as two strong paws gripped his shoulders and lifted him up off the ground. He could feel the procyonid shaft slipping from him, his muscles relaxing and adjusting to its absence as he was pulled slowly upwards, before a sudden downwards jerk slammed him back onto it, ramming the entire length back inside in a heartbeat. The squirrel yelped in surprise, shock and pain as his entire body tensed and went stiff, reacting too late to the sudden re-entry. Eyes watering and fur standing on end his arms and legs kicked about wildly, striking nothing but air, his body twisting and struggling involuntarily in the coon's grasp.

The first motion was repeated, a second slow lift, but faster than the first, followed by another slamming drop onto the rigid raccoon length, an audible slap echoing through the near-empty mill as the squirrel butt landed heavily on a furred lap. Starting slowly but rapidly picking up speed the larger male began to start fucking in earnest, grasping Skater tightly, jerking him up and down at a rapid pace, moving his entire body along the throbbing cock with loud wet noises at their forms met. He had little choice but to grit his teeth and try and hold on, paws grasping at rough fur haphazardly, trying to avoid being too badly shaken about as he was pounded viciously into. This was something to which he'd become accustomed in his weeks at the park, Raccoon was nothing if not a vigorous breeder, grunting and growling with effort as he focused entirely on stuffing the brushtail.

"Well well, why am I not surprised? What's the matter, Grayson turn you down at last?"


Skater's eyes snapped open at the familiar voice. Surly. He'd met the purple squirrel on his first day at the park and been given a... rather rough introduction. On the upside it had prepared him for Raccoon's demands, but he was still smarting a little over the whole affair. What on earth was the buck doing here of all places? Standing in the middle of the floor, hands on his hips with a wide smirk as if he'd just won a bet? The intrusion at least gave him time to catch his breath as Raccoon paused in his assault of his rear to glare angrily at the interloper.

"Surly, why am [b]I[/b] not surprised? Are you out of ways to undermine the wellbeing of the park already, or are you just hoping to join in the fun?"

"You call that fun, pencildick? Bribing him with pizza I see, figures that'd be the only way. I just wanted you to know, I saw him first."

"I don't think you can earmark an entire squirrel Surly, remember that little affair with Andie? She wasn't exactly thrilled as I recall."

"Whatever. Why don't you step back and let a [b]real[/b] buck show this guy a good time?"

"And why don't [b]you[/b] mind your own business and leave us in peace. I've no intention of ceasing now, so why don't you go prospect elsewhere?"


The dismissal didn't seem to phase the arrogant buck at all, indeed it seemed to set something off in him. Still grinning like a maniac he stepped closer to the pair, reaching up and laying a paw confidently on Raccoon's arm

"I have a better idea, how about I show the both of you how it's done? Move over."

"And how exactly will you- what are you do- oh really? This again?"


Skater's confusion at the situation grew as the two rivals pressed closer together, Surly now gripping both of Raccoon's arms and pressing himself close, sandwiching the smaller squirrel between the two. He was now facing the purple buck, raised a little higher by the male behind him, but still almost eye-to-eye. 'That again'? Had they done this before? He knew Raccoon rather well by now, at least better than anyone except possibly Andie, (Well enough to know that despite referring to himself by his species, he had an actual name, Norvirus.) but he hadn't heard anything about Surly until now, let alone the two having been in this situation before. What exactly was he-

The squirrel jerked as he became aware of a new sensation, an insistent poking and prodding beneath his tail. For a second he was confused, Raccoon had already said he wasn't going to stop and there was no way he... but a sudden jolt made him realize the buck's intention. Holding firmly onto the larger male Surly was pressing up into Skater's already occupied tailhole, and making headway. He was taking advantage both of Skater's flexibility and Raccoon's... sleekness to force his way in, slowly prying Skater's stretched entrance wider and wider, stuffing it with thick squirrel meat. Once more the sandwiched squirrel made to protest, only to have a paw reach up and firmly hold his mouth shut.

"Shush now, the big bucks are talking."


He could feel himself stretching at the insistent thrusting of the other squirrel, slowly opening wider to accept a thick, throbbing shaft. Skater knew from previous experience that Surly [i]was[/i] impressive, especially so for a squirrel. He'd barely been able to take him last time and wasn't entirely sure he could do so now. But there was nothing he could do to prevent that, Raccoon still held him tight, grunting occasionally at the feel of a thick squirrelcock rubbing up against his own member as, inch by inch,Surly forced himself into the captive male.

"Nnngh! Tight bastard ain't he? He'd give Grayson a run for his money!"

"Nnnf! Indeed, well if you're going to be stubborn, remember that I won last time!"


Skater's head spun as he was stuffed more fully than he had imagined was possible, both bucks soon hilting inside him. With both shafts lodged firmly in place inside the spasming squirrel, Raccoon resumed his previous motions, once more moving the smaller buck up and down in rough, vigorous strokes. Only this time he was being pounded onto [i]two[/i] cocks, the pulsing, hot lengths slamming into him again and again, caressed by his tight passage and by their motion against each other. He was being squeezed tightly between the two, apparently involved in some sort of competition as the rivals glared and growled at each other, baring their teeth in wide grins, grunting with effort, and grasping tightly, each seeking to outdo the other in fucking the hapless squirrel buck.

"Well last time I didn't have reinforcements, right Buddy? Help a guy out here. *UNF!* This jerk thinks he can beat us, let's show him what's what!"


'Buddy?' Who was... wasn't that- Skater was shocked to see a [i]third[/i] male enter the melee, a slim grey rat; one he recalled seeing with Surly before. There was no possible way that he could be thinking of joining in? Just Raccoon had been enough, now with two rival bucks inside him together he felt almost as if he were being split in two! Fortunately the rat had other plans, eying him hungrily and slinking up to the competing bucks as Surly actually changed position, moving to the side to give the rat room. Panting and moaning, eyes rolling back in his head due to the intense stimulation, Skater was barely aware of the rodent mounting him, clinging to his stomach tightly, until he felt a soft warmth embracing his own cock as Buddy easily slipped onto him with a practiced, smooth motion.

"Now we're talking! Bet you that pizza you pop first trash panda!"

"Rrrr! When I *Nnnn!* win, you ruffian, *Ah!* then I expect you to clear out the rest of the *Pant!* week!"


Skater went limp, unable to resist the assault from all sides. The two larger males were hammering away at his stretched hole, each roughly jabbing in deeply before slowly pulling out, fighting each other every step of the way. They were already well into it, regular bursts of hot fluid escaping their cocks, coating the squirrel's insides and leaking from his abused entrance as two pairs of nuts slapped against his own, sticky and wet with their combined fluids. His entire body shook and twitched with every movement, each violent and powerful thrust into his rear pushing the limits of his endurance as his passage weakly tried to resist the energetic and overwhelming fucking.

Meanwhile the rat was expertly edging him on, his own tight passage squeezing and pressing against his sensitive member, drawing hot spurts of pre from it and lubricating their motions. It was evident he'd had a lot of experience with squirrels before, not making a single sound as he held tight, moving his hindquarters up and down Skater's shaft, teasing him and taking full advantage of the rapid, powerful jerks of the two males moving his partner. It was a disorganized mess of grunting, growling, thrusting and spurting as the four males grasped at each other, slowly getting carried away in the heat of the moment, the scent of musk and breeding and the pleasure of tightness and friction on eager shafts. Slowly the pace, need and excitement built, the participants finding a natural rhythm, no longer quite fighting each other but working together to drive themselves onwards to the inevitable peak.

With a sudden yelp of pleasure Surly came first, filling Skater's hindquarters with spurt after spurt of hot squirrel essence, thick ropes of cum filling him up even as Raccoon continued to pound into him, forcing the seed deeper inside, the lubricating fluid helping him along and leaking in messy jets from the squirrel's backside with each thrust, soaking his fur. the burning heat and slick fluid helped bring the largest male to climax shortly after as he growled deeply with pleasure, sending vibrations through the well bred squirrel, reaching down and nipping his neck roughly as he came, locking the squirrel in position. Even as Surly continued to fill him Raccoon's own load burst deep inside, hotter and heavier than the purple buck's, each hot burst seeming to flood into him, in such volume that Skater could swear he felt his stomach distend with the massive amount of mustelid seed pouring into him in steady bursts, joining with that of Surly, further messing the fur of the three males, causing lewd wet noises to rise over the sounds of ecstatic, almost exhausted moaning.

Having been stuffed both with thick throbbing meat and then copious amounts of jizz, Skater was unable to hold off his own climax, his cock jerking and twitching inside the rat that rode him, spewing forth a torrent of seed into a welcoming hole, filling it nicely and making the rodent squeak loudly with pleasure. Like Skater before him, the climax drove the rodent to reach his own peak, sending sticky streaks of white across the floor in tune with Skater's own spurts inside the tight, hot mousehole. For what seemed like the longest time all four males came in unison, their bodies tensing and pressing close, panting and moaning incomprehensibly as the electric spasms of pleasure overtook them, fogging their minds with a pink mist of intense stimulation, vision blurring, tongues panting and cocks bursting forth soaking fur with a mixture of sweat and seed as they milked each other, pleasure building on pleasure.

Very slowly their mutual orgasm subsided, leaving all four males in a hot, sticky mess. The rat was the first to recover, slipping off of a rapidly softening squirrel shaft with a slick wet noise, scampering over to the pizza slice, picking it up and scurrying off with a wink. Surly made to follow, trying to pull himself from a gaping squirrel tailhole, only to moan with pleasure at the crushing tightness still holding him. Eventually, with a series of short jerks he was able to extricate himself and get to his feet,leaving Skater to slip slowly and messily off of the long procyonid length, a thick stream of sticky jizz leaking slowly from him and puddling beneath his matted fur. The Raccoon merely stayed where he was, back leaning against the wall, catching his breath as his softening member slipped back into its sheath, grinning tiredly but triumphantly at the purple male.

"Well... not last, but not first either. I- *pant* think you lose. I don't expect to see your face around here after I clean up."

"Yeah well... *huff* we'll see who comes out on top next time, just you wait!"


With those parting words Surly slowly made his way to an exit, quietly slipping out of the building. Skater lay where he'd fallen, flat on his stomach on the floor, for several minutes as he caught his breath and tired to recover. He just [i]knew[/i] his backside would be gaping for days after that, he could feel it, and the seemingly endless stream of hot fluid that still leaked from it. Somewhere in the back of his mind he worried about the words 'next time' for some reason he couldn't quite put a paw on at that moment. He might have been able to eventually figure it out if a heavy paw hadn't grasped him by the scruff of his neck and pulled him upright. Swaying unsteadily on legs that wouldn't be walking right for a week, he stared blearily at a grinning coon who was pointing to a patch of messy fur.

"Well it seems pizza is off the menu, I won't begrudge that rodent a fine performance. But I did promise you a snack, at part of our arrangement at least, so get licking. I need to be presentable by this afternoon."


Skater nodded weakly and set to work. In his state a full cleanup would take some time. It had been an incredibly busy day, and looked to not be nearly over yet. Hopefully 'next time' wouldn't be quite as taxing.