Arc Royale had a fetish. A big one. In fact, it was his biggest fetish, one that would get him off every time. While the eight year old mouse did not know how to exactly describe what his fetish was; a few weeks after this story took place, Ms. Heindell’s latest vocabulary lesson would give him the term. Arc Royale had a fetish for “wittoldry.” Arc loved nothing more in the world than watching his sister, Mew, get pounded by (or pounding) other people. He never failed to cum like a fountain when she was bukkaked, he soaked the walls when her tiny muff was flooded with someone else’s cum, he could fill a bucket when she came into someone else. While he enjoyed having sex with his sister plenty (in fact, something he did daily); it was watching someone ELSE have his or her way with the pink-furred feline that drove him wild. On numerous occasions, just watching someone else’s penis spurting hard inside his sister had set him off without him even touching his own cock. In order to indulge his fetish, Arc often had to go to quite some length to get what he wanted. Arc grunted as he tried to make himself comfortable in his hiding spot. The closet was not exactly designed for a boy to lay inside, but he had pulled enough of his sister’s clothing out of the hamper to cushion himself. He had just enough room in his current position to shimmy out of his pants, sighing. The yellow-furred mouse bunched a few blouses under his brown-striped back as he peered through the slats of the closet door. It was almost four o’clock on a Wednesday, and the eight-year-old boy knew his sister would be coming at any moment. For a girl who acted on as many impulses and whims as Mew Royale, this was one of the few rituals that Arc knew he could count on her following. Arc grunted, fondling his already-swollen sheath, his lightning bolt tail swishing eagerly. The Pikachu could not wait. He enjoyed this ritual as much as she did. His heavy balls were already churning in their sack. He had not masturbated since yesterday, and avoided playing with anyone all day; wanting to save for this. He wrapped both hands around his expanding shaft, pumping it slowly while he waited. He gasped and stopped moving as the door opened. Surrounded by a nimbus of pink energy, in floated Mew Royale. The pink-furred feline was humming to herself, her high-pitched voice chirping the tune of one of the Chipmunks' latest radio hits. Arc smiled a little, as it was rare to hear his sister's physical voice. Mew was mute; outside of the occasional chirp, squeak, or laugh, Mew communicated through telepathy. Arc savored hearing her sing to herself, rather than "hearing" her echoey mental voice ringing in his mind without sound. Mew was so self-conscious about her inability to speak that she rarely let anyone hear real voice if she could avoid it. Arc grinned as the long-tailed feline landed lightly on the carpet, the glow of telekinetic energy fading away. Mew was the most powerful psychic in all of Breezeport other than their older brother Mewtwo. Her telekinetic and telepathic prowess was unmatched. Even as he watched, her uniform's neckerchief untied itself of its own accord and fluttered over to drape over a nearby chair. Arc watched through the slats as his sister undressed quickly, stripping out of her sailor schoolgirl uniform with a combination of telekinesis and just pulling off her clothes. The young mouse admired her body, grinning to himself. Mew was short for her age and of a somewhat slim build. Her pink fur was brilliant and glossy as she moved around her room, tidying up. Her large blue eyes fluttered with mischief as a hairbrush floated up and ran through her shoulder-length hair. She yawned and stretched, and in the process, gave Arc a wonderful view of her nudity. Her fur was vivid pink, with rosy nipples that poked through the fluffy fur of her chest. Her sheath was swollen, and her penis hung half-erect from her hips. Arc felt his penis give a throb of anticipation. His own erection was swelling rapidly, the pink length sliding up his golden-furred tummy like a serpent. Arc was proud of his cock. He possessed the largest penis of any boy in his class. He gently slid his fingertips up and down his shaft; soft, teasing caresses to help his cock harden faster. He wiggled his hips a little, hunkering lower to get a better view through the slats. Mew's voice sang out soundlessly, echoing in Arc's mind. He tensed for a moment, not from worry of discovery; but anticipation and desire. Who had his sister chosen today? The door to the dorm room opened and Arc's heart leapt in excitement, and his penis lurched to full erection so quickly that the room spun and a wave of lightheadedness rushed over him. With so much blood diverted to his groin, the boy suffered from momentary and mild low blood pressure if he stiffened too quickly. Once the room stopped spinning, the mouse shivered in delight. She had chosen THREE people today, not just one! First came Kit Cloudkicker, walking in with a strange, shuffling gait. The bearcub's eyes glowed pink, and he had an odd, stunned expression, as if he had just run into a closed door. He moved in a strange, jerky manner, like a puppet being manipulated by a slightly clumsy puppeteer. His penis was rock hard, jutting through the fly of his uniform's trousers. The bear's cock twitched at it's full fifteen inches, leaking sloppy strands of clear fluid onto the floor. His ever-present green ball cap was slightly lopsided. He was followed a moment later by a boy that Arc only vaguely recognized. The third was Mew purred, gripping her own penis as she stroked it towards erection, Arc stifled a snicker. It was unlikely the other kids had "volunteered." Given the pink glow in their eyes and their vacant, dazed expressions, Mew was telepathically controlling them. Mew's thoughts were so powerful that she could influence others; she could do anything from planting suggestions and triggers up to directly controlling a victim's every thought and action. That was what she was doing right now, manipulating the children as if her thoughts were the strings moving a puppet. The kids likely had no thoughts of their own, Mew's voice replacing them. Arc had been controlled the same way by his sister more times than he could count, and likely many hundreds of times more than he remembered. It was a pleasant, blissful experience to drift mindless while Mew did the thinking for you.