Network Penetration Testing ch2:

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Authors Note:
I would like to acknowledge the aid that WaffleSquadron on Inkbunny (https://inkbunny.net/WaffleSquadron) and on Writers Crossing has given to this story.
Waffles is usually extremely generous in reading, editing my work, as well as an excellent writer himself.

Without Waffles, Thaddeus and many others on Writers Crossing none of this would exist.
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     Jimbo slowly started to wake at the sound of the TV playing the news and his bladder screaming at him for relief.  The snoring warm weight on his chest was Emily, naked, drooling on his fur.  He was in shock for a moment hoping Mama didn't see…

"...Police Commissioner Adrian Wilkes-Booth stated that reports of crime being down due to Mob influences were false…"

     As he came to awareness, he remembered they were alone, and did sexplay earlier.  As he started moving, so did Emily.  

"...the body of unemployed weasel Jason Brookgate was found tied to a chair in a warehouse.  Anonymous sources claim the victim was drowned in his own urine.  When the body was discovered, he was naked from the waist down, with an external catheter superglued to his penis.  Officers on scene stated the body had a diving helmet on, with the catheter hose draining into the top.  Also, two empty vodka bottles were found.  The victim apparently started drinking vodka and urinating in the helmet, until eventually he could no longer drink his own urine fast enough.  Unofficial sources stated a sign "cub abuser" was around his neck…"

     The TV displayed the time, 2300 hours.  It was way late for them both. His tummy rumbled, giving notice that his body needed one thing emptied and another filled.

"...another suspect was arrested, 20 year old mongoose Michael O'Malley, claiming to own the Carter Crosstown Bridge.  He claimed to be the reclusive Billionaire leopard James Burke Carter, 70 years deceased.  Law Enforcement was called when Mr O'Malley attempted to close the bridge down, mid-day.  Officers claim that so-called "Beetle" chip addiction was responsible. Illegal BTL or 'Better Than Life' chips can cause psychosis where the addict believes they ARE the character in the fantas-"

     Jimbo turned off the TV as Emily started whining "Gotta pee bad!" while half asleep and fingering her naked pussy.  She jumped up and ran for the bathroom, doing the "pee-pee dance" the whole way.  He approached and Emily looked like she was drifting off while peeing with the door open.  She finished, looking like she was going to pass out again.  Jimbo yelled her name, making her jump, eyes wide, tail going up.

"Emily, hurry up, I gotta pee too!"

     She groggily stood up, and Jimbo jumped in front of the toilet and started peeing, trying to position his back to her.
     Emily rubbed her eyes, leaning against him as he peed.  "Jimbo, I'm hungry."

     He kept emptying his bladder. "Go look in the goodie bags."

     Emily ran into the kitchenette, around the worn imitation wood table and opened the bag on the decrepit yellow Formica counter.   Inside the first bag she saw a real package of Korean noodles!  Not "imitation" Korean.  Shiny!  They never got those.  She pulled out one for Jimbo, too.

     She popped her meal in the insta-wave and watched as it scanned the package, added water, and cooked the noodles.  A ding sounded and she pulled her noodles out and started slurping them down, all before Jimbo was done pissing and washing paws.   After drinking the soup and eating half the package, Emily slowed and looked in the backpack.   At the very bottom was a white thick plastic marker with a smooth rounded cap on top.  The cap didn't come off, and the bottom had a dial that twisted.  Emily twisted the dial, and dropped it in surprise when the thing started buzzing.

     Jimbo walked in to see the marker vibrating across the table and picked it up.  He twisted the dial and it got louder, then the other way and it shut off.  He set it back down.

"What's that thing for?" Emily asked.

     Jimbo had never seen something like this before, but he didn't let that stop him. 
"Oh, those are for sore muscles." he stated confidently.

     Grabbing his noodles, he heated them and gobbled them down, finishing with a jaw-cracking yawn.

     A moment later, Emily yawned herself, eyes starting to close.

     "Jimbo, can I sleep with you tonight?"

     Without a second thought he replied "Select.  Come on, let's get some sleep."

     They walked into Jimbo's room, floor cluttered with toys but clean of dirt.  The walls had tacks with scraps of posters still there.  It looked like the posters were roughly torn down.

     Only one intact poster was there, in a frame.  A "Jimbo Jackson" poster showing the possum spy holding a skimpily dressed  femme fatale possum spy.  This poster was signed by the male actor, and was a gift from their Mom for his birthday.
     The rest had been ripped down, shredded, even pissed on ...Jimbo couldn't stand the actress any longer.

     He crawled into his bed, frame squeaking with age.  He made room, and tossed the worn out comforter over them both.  Emily curled up against him as he lay on his pillow, eyes already closing.

      She had a thought as she drifted off.   "Jimbo, will you tongue me? Down there?"

     Emily looked over and her brother was snoring already.  She curled her tail around his, drifting off into a dreamless sleep cuddled against his warmth.

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     Jimbo woke with his alarm after snoozing it three times.  He saw the time and jumped up, in a panic.

     "Emily! Wake up!  We gotta login to school!"

     She opened her eyes, still half asleep. 

     "Wha' you want Jimbo ?" She asked, looking about to lay back down.

     "Emily! Wake up!  It's FRIDAY! We have to login to school and transmit work!  If we are late they send CPS HERE!"

     He raced into the kitchen, and tore off the headband from the library and put on the large, heavier wired one for school.  A moment later, Emily ran in, sitting next to him.  Jimbo made sure she was connected first, then logged in himself.

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     Jimbo saw the blue and pink outline of the school site.  His avatar looked like him, but dressed smartly in one of those "Tri-D English Schoolboy" suits.  Jimbo thought it looked Troglodyte, but the school said it cut down on gangs.

     You could CUSTOM your uniform for a fee, but no one in this neighborhood had the money.  Even the cubs coming from houses with credsticks out their tailholes didn't want the attention.

     Jimbo watched as logs checked in his attendance as he hit the "present" button.  The compu-teach acknowledged this.  He hit the TRANSMIT HOMEWORK button and the week's work was sent in.  He double checked "acknowledged" status.

     He punched the button for new work for next week, before a transmit started for a math lesson on multiplication and division.  He could sense memories of calculation methods being formed in his mind from the wire.  Live teaching was better but it took more time.  The school didn't want to waste teachers' time on Sector 8 schools.  Most students who went to school did computer home-school.  If you were late or skipped school then the school called, parents signed off.   Skip the calls and CPS visited. Rinse and repeat until age 16. Then no one cared what you did.

     Jimbo made sure they both got work done and logged in on-time on Fridays to send it in.  If CPS showed up, they would be major screwed.  He stayed logged in for 2 hours til the timer went off and he was logged off. 

     Jimbo switched to "monitor mode" and checked on Emily, who was having a "pictogram lesson" on what picture symbols meant what.  Somefurs never actually learned to read and only did pictograms and Tri-D videos.  Factory workers who would die in a few years from chemical exposure didn't need to read much.  Low Grav miners didn't need much education either.  Jimbo always saw advertisements for "The adventure of Space" for moon miners.  The few who came home on leave once a year usually died within a few days, fur falling out, skin blistered.   Mom always made sure they were in the "reading program" group.

     Jimbo looked, and noticed an alert on Emily's status bar.   She had been over fifteen minutes late!  He had logged her in, but she waited to click the "Present" button!  He logged out and ran to the house comm-unit.  Opening mom's account he saw a notification he was desperate to avoid.

"Automated Notice of Tardiness:

Your cub [Emily, Winters, T.]

Was tardy [17 minute(s)] signing in as Present today.  Per district policy, this generates a required Virtual/Home visit by the Truancy Office for contact with Parent/Guardian/In Loco Parentis for sign-off of acknowledgement.

A Virtual Visit has been scheduled for [Today @ 1530]

Failure to attend will trigger a CPS visit."

     If anyone found out they were living alone, they would be nabbed by Cub Protective Services and separated.
      
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     Emily logged off after her two and a half hours of school time, ripping the interface off and tossing it aside.  She had been waiting all morning for this; she wanted to try having Jimbo lick HER this time!

     She jumped up off her kitchen chair, still naked from last night, ran to the living room looking for Jimbo.  Instead of finding him watching a movie he was curled in a ball, back shaking like he...like he was crying?  She ran over, and she saw the back of his paw wipe his eye.  He half turned, and she saw Jimbo's eyes were red and irritated, fur below his eyes wet.

"Jimbo, what's wr-" she started to ask.

     "You didn't click PRESENT in time. The school showed you late! WHY were you LATE?"

     She took a step back.  Her big brother never looked this upset.  He usually tried to be smooth and tricky.  

     "I'm sorry. I was in Private Chat with Jenna and didn't see the time. She was late too-"

     "But Jenna HAS A MOM in the house every day!  When they COME HERE and see US ALONE they will TAKE YOU AWAY and FOSTER US!"

     Jimbo jumped up and ran at her, fast.  She closed her eyes waiting to get hit.  He grabbed her in a hug, falling to his knees to be the same height.

     "I don't know what to do, Em!" He hugged her tight and cried.

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     The little possum held her brother until he finally stopped sobbing. Scratching behind his ears, she asked "Can Mickey have LeftClick help?". A friend of the ETP was a sort of NetHacker.  He knew enough to change public records or skim credsticks.

"I don't think so.  They come today."

"Maybe Mom will come home today!"

"Em, she's been gone for three months…"

     "She MIGHT COME today.  Just like on the Tri-D, the fur you need shows up when you need them the most."

     Jimbo paused.  Even before Mom left, half the time she didn't recognize them anymore.  Jimbo knew she wasn't ever coming back.  He didn't want to kill Emily's hope.  Let her believe just a little longer.  Like Santa Claws or the Tooth Fairy.

     "Emily, just in case she doesn't show up we need to do something."

     "Mrs Kingsley?" She asked, mentioning a neighbor a couple doors down.

"No.  She's a snitch."

     "I KNOW! Let's ask Miss Sokkova from StoryTime!  She'll know what to do." said Emily, running to the front door.

"EMILY, WAIT!" yelled Jimbo.

     "Why?  Are you gonna say Miss Sokkova is a snitch too?" she asked, hands on her hips defiantly.

"No." he said.  "You're naked."

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     Emily looked down, surprised, tail sticking up.  Jimbo would have laughed if they weren't so rutted right now.  She ran to her bedroom to get dressed, Jimbo doing the same.  She reappeared quickly, wearing a pink knee length dress.  Jimbo tossed on jeans and a t-shirt, with a hoodie.

     A few minutes later they both left for the library taking along breakfast bars.  Jimbo waved greetings at the locals as they walked. He greeted TripleM, a deer who was selling from his trunk as they passed by.

     "Yo, Jimbo.  You two OK these days?" said TripleM, pausing in his trade of a carton of "Super-Jay THC's" for two hacked "subsistence credsticks".

     "We're going to the library to see if Miss-" began Emily before Jimbo cut her off.

     "Select.  All shiny." he said, making a slight shake of his head so Emily could see.

     "Good.  You need anything, come see me.  I'll give you a discount." said the weasel.  His "Mobile Market" sold groceries, hot electronics and other small items. He took almost anything for payment.

     Lowering his voice to a whisper, Jimbo said "Don't trust everyone with our biz."

     Emily flashed a "thumbs up" and they marched onwards.

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     Winston was coming off his morning break when he glanced at his messages. The goat tapped his footpaw on the floor in irritation. Gods Damn it!  He was back up to twenty-three contacts.  Opening the folder, he noted a scheduled call for 1530 hours added to his work load.

     Savior with the shits!  Another rutting sector 8 brat.  These trash eaters don't even physically attend school.  How rutting hard is it make sure your devil-spawn illegitimate cubs log in on time?  

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     Jimbo walked inside, holding the door for Emily as she came in behind him.  They walked in, Jimbo getting a friendly nod from a weasel wearing a red bandana of the Corner Boys.  The library was considered "neutral ground".  The neighborhood furs had a place to study and be safe.  Even the "unfriendly" types kept polite.  Good for business. 

     Emily led the way to the front desk.  Junkie Janet was there.  From the smell she was wearing the same clothes again.

     "Hi, Miss Janet.  Is Miss Sokkova here today?" asked Emily, politely.

"I don't know and I don't care, runt."

     "Chill, slot.  Just a query from a little cub, no need to get hyped." said Jimbo, defending his sister.

"Go rut yourself, asslicker."

     They walked away.  Waste of time. Jimbo checked the clock.  1239 hours.  They headed towards the downstairs media room, and saw the two skunks on the landing halfway down the stairs.   The pregnant mother smiled at Jimbo and she waved.

     "Mama, I'm hungry an' my pee-pee hurts." said the little skunk, paws in her pants.

     "Leave your privates alone.  Probably a diaper rash." the mother said quietly, voice echoing in the stairwell.

     "I'm sorry. It hurts and it's itchy.  Can we eat today, Mama?"

     Emily put a paw in her pocket and pulled out a fig newton breakfast bar.  She offered it to the little skunk.

"You can have this."

     Hesitantly, the skunkette backed away and looked at her mother.  "Is it safe, Mama?" she whispered loud enough to be heard.

     "Please don't hurt her or tease her." the pregnant skunk asked.

     Jimbo approached.  He held out his own breakfast bar to the mom.  "We won't.  Here, take this.  I'm Jimbo.  This is Emily."

     Smiling, the dirty, very pregnant skunk said "Thank you.  I'm Darlene, her name is Melinda.   If I can ever help just ask."

     Turning to the skunkette she said "Go ahead, Melinda.  He told us about the office with the couch yesterday."

     The skunkette took the bar, ripping it open and bit off half, chewing madly and swallowing.  After a deep breath she started the other half.  Mouth full, she said " 'ank yew!" and tried to grab Emily in a hug.

     Emily backed away quickly.  The smile fell away from the little skunk and she also backed off, awkwardly moving with legs spread.

     "I'm sorry I'm a skunk.  I was trying to be nice…" said the skunkette, backing away, eyes lowered.

     "Emily, don't be rude!  You don't like it when someone calls us cross-eyed, do you?"

     "I don't care if you are a skunk." Lowering her voice to a whisper, Emily said "Your pants smell like pee!  You need to change them before your Mama finds out."

Darlene looked embarrassed. 

     The skunkette looked sad.  "I don't have any-"

     "Sorry." said Jimbo loudly.  "Emily, you two can talk later.  We have to find Miss Sokkova." No need to embarrass the skunks.

     They moved further down the stairway and opened the door leading to the bottom floor.

     "Jimbo, I think she needs medicine rubbed on her privates.  Can we help them?"

     "We need to help US first." said Jimbo.  He got to the Media Room, and pulled on the door.  It did not open.  The lights were on in the back of the room.

     Jimbo put his eye up to the glass door, using paws to block glare on the pane, and looked inside.

     "I think I see someone in there." He started knocking on the door.  Jimbo jumped when a voice spoke next to him, out of nowhere.

     "StoryTime is not today, cubs.  Tomorrow you come back." said a voice from a mini-cam on the wall.

     "Can we talk to Miss Sokkova?" asked Emily.

"Nyet.  Not here.  Come back tomorrow."

"Please?  It's an emergency!" said Jimbo.

     The door opened, and the chipmunk who worked the VR system peered out.  
"Mladshiy brat, what you need?  Emergency for who?"

Jimbo hesitated.  "For me and Emily."

     "She not here.  No StoryTime here today.  She at Library on Clawson today."

"Can we message her?"

     "Nyet. No disturb in StoryTime.  Cell is off.  If take bus, be there half hour. Next bus, ten minute from now."

     Jimbo checked the time.  1305 hours.  He grabbed Emily's paw.  "Em, we gotta run!  Gotta get the bus to go see Miss Sokkova."

      They raced back to the stairwell, up the stairs and to the main library.
    
     On the way past, Emily called out to the skunk family.  "We will be back later!"

     They arrived at the bus stop, breathless, early by six minutes, but the bus was already there.  They got on the bus, Jimbo pulling out a "bus pass" and sweeping it in front of the scanner.  It approved the charge for the ride as "maintenance testing".  He pawed it off to Emily, who swiped for her "charge" too.  Not "superspy" level hacking, but it got them around for free. They grabbed a seat and waited.  Jimbo really hoped Miss Sokkova could help and WOULD help.

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     Winston was on the vidphone with a lazy cum dump when his personal line rang.  

     "Hold on, Miss Thatcherbee. I have another call.  Putting you on hold so you can come up with a better excuse than 'the dog turned off the alarm' for the 9th consecutive week."

     He switched lines.  "Hey, what's up, Karen?"

     "I wanted to remind you to call me around 1600.  We need to talk about my sister's wedding.  My cell is dead, call the office line." she said, giving him the phone number.

     He sighed.  "Will do.  I'll put a reminder after my 1530.  Call you later.  Luv ya."
He typed the phone number into the scheduler, which took far longer than normal.  The goat was sick of screwing with it.  He pulled out an old fashioned "post it note" to 'call  Stella after 1530 appt/1st timer -Winters.' The Winters cub might actually have parents worth the name.  He always liked the ones who weren't habitual.  It meant the parents weren't all strung out junkie Tri-D wanna be porno stars, rutting anything that moved, sleeping all day.  It gave him hope.

     Switching back to the call on hold:
"OK Miss Thatcherbee, I noted your alarm was unplugged for the 9th Friday in a row.
Have a nice day."

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     The bus pulled up to the library, and the two cubs got off.  They ran up to the front doors and slowed to a walk. Jimbo checked the time, 1345 hours.

"Em, this isn't our hood.  Be careful."

     They walked in the front door, holding paws.  Jimbo looked around. Both libraries looked similar.  There were dirty worn tiles which hadn't been properly scrubbed in years.  Black grout, in some spots.  Some of the tiles were broken, with a little orange cone over them.

     There were shelves of beaten up printed books, falling to pieces on metal shelves held together by construction glue and old 2x4's.

     They approached the front desk.  An older gray and black furred bunny was cleaning.  From the scent, he was wiping down the faded counter with a disinfectant wipe.  Scrubbing around the "recommended books for cubs" rack.

     He looked up, noted they didn't have anything to check out. "What you need, cubs?"

     "We wanted to talk to Miss Sokkova, from StoryTime." said Jimbo.

     Emily grabbed the front book on the rack. It was some story with a cat getting new designer eyes to see better.  She accidentally dropped the book, and kneeled down to pick it up.  Jimbo checked the 'StoryTime' schedule.  He was right.  Opposite days back and forth with both libraries.

     The bunny smiled ear to ear, watching Emily pick up the book.   "Do YOU want to do StoryTime?  It's fun!"

    "I do StoryTime near home." she said standing back up.

     The bunny looked a little disappointed but kept eyes mostly on Emily, occasionally looking at Jimbo too.

     "Do you know where she is? It's important that we talk to her." said Jimbo.

     "Downstairs, media room." He pointed to the stairway leading down.

     Jimbo set off down the stairs and opened the stairwell door.  In the hallway was another door marked 'Media Room' with a badger guarding it.

"What you wanting here?"

"We are looking for Miss Sokkova."

     "Sorry.  Too late for StoryTime today. Cannot interrupt in middle of last story."

     "We do StoryTime at Foxworthy Library.  We need to talk to her about something.  Please."

"Need to wait til StoryTime done."

"This is important. It's an emergency!"

"Emergency for Sokkova? Or for you?"

     When Jimbo didn't answer, the badger looked at him in a serious manner.  "Cubs need to wait til StoryTime over." He gestured to some folding metal chairs in the hallway.

     The two headed down the hall to the chairs, and the badger went back to his post by the door.

     The stairwell door opened and the front desk clerk came out, obviously looking for them.

     "Cubs,  it's probably too late for StoryTime.  Do you two want to wait in my office?" he asked them both."You can use the Tri-D while you wait."

"Jimbo, I'm hungry and I'm bored."

     "Hey, if you like krill paste, we have a couple extra sandwiches and water from a meeting."

     "I have to wait here," said Jimbo. "Too important to leave."

"I'm Derrick, by the way.  I'll be right back."

     The bunny ran back up the stairs, then a couple minutes later came back, handing each a water bottle and a wrapped up krill-spread sandwich before going back upstairs.

     The two ate and drank quickly, having missed breakfast and normal lunchtime, since the time showed 1355 hours.

"Jimbo, I'm bored."

     "I have to wait for Miss Sokkova, Emily.  If we miss her...then I don't know what to do."

"Call Mickey. Maybe he can help."

     Jimbo pulled out his cheap cell phone, and sent a quick message that he might need help from LeftClick to stop the school from calling his house.

     Derrick the clerk came back down.  "Hey, do you two want to leave Miss Sokkova a note to see you?  You can wait upstairs where it's more comfortable."

     Jimbo looked the bunny over.  He seemed a little nervous, but harmless enough.  Jimbo could see he wasn't very "street".  He didn't need to share the sandwiches.  He probably does things for everyfur, hoping to get some favor in the future.  Somefurs who didn't have much "sand" did that.

     "I have to wait here.  Em, you can go upstairs if you want;just stay in the library." said Jimbo, taking a drink of his water.

   Hopefully Miss Sokkova would have a way to stop the call, or know someone who could.  It was pretty obvious Mom was long gone.  There was no parent coming to help; Dad was 6 feet under in a potter's grave.  Wrong place at the wrong time.

       The "Muni" tin badges were raiding a stickup crew.  Problem was they just sprayed the building.  Mom said dad was delivering noodles to the next apartment over.  Rounds from an AK chewed through the drywall and took him out.  The Muni's claimed the crew shot him.  End of file.

     Jimbo tapped his footpaw nervously.  Either Sokkova could help...or maybe LeftClick.  If not... where to run away to?  What about school?  He didn't want Em to be stuck 'running bag' and risk prison for drugs, or working in a joyhouse.  If they stayed and got nabbed by CPS, she might end up in a joyhouse anyways... he wished Mom had never... no.  No point in even thinking about that.  If wishes were fishes, all the beggars would eat tuna.

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     Emily walked up the stairwell with the bunny clerk.  "Thanks for the sandwich, Mr Derrick." she said.  Never hurts to be polite.  Maybe next time she'd get a sandwich too.

     "You're welcome... what's your name, cutie?"

     Emily blushed and smiled, tail curling happily.  "I'm Emily.  Emily Winters."

     "Do you want to look things up on the terminals, read a story, or go to my office to wait ?  I have a couch there that's comfy, and Tri-D."

"Tri-D please."

     Emily followed along.  On the way, she saw a young teen working the check-in counter.   They entered a back door, then down a hallway with a bunch of empty offices.  They got to the end of the hallway, and the bunny unlocked a sturdy wooden door with a large glass window covered by a shade.

     They walked in, and Mr Derrick picked her up, gently putting her on the couch.   "Put your feet up, relax.  Don't worry about getting anything dirty.  It's been a long time since someone as beautiful as you was in here."

     "I'm not pretty." said Emily, smiling, embarrassed but loving the compliment.

     He turned on the Tri-D to a cartoon channel, and sat next to the TV, facing her in a reclining office chair.  Emily started to get comfortable, footpaws on the couch, knees up.

     The 3D feral pup in the cartoon was about to find out where he could get a datajack installed when Emily noticed Derrick was leaning way back in his chair while looking at her.  She realized what was happening and pretended to have an itch, reaching under her leg to scratch next to her cunny.

     He was breathing heavily and staring.
She pressed the "record" button on her cell phone app.

"Are you looking up my dress, Mr Derrick?"

He sat up straight and averted his eyes quickly.  "No...I would never do that…"

     She lifted her dress, revealing openly her lack of panties, maybe he saw earlier when she kneeled down and flashed the lobby.

     "Why not? Do I Iook ugly there? On my pee-pee spot?" she asked, pointing to her bare vagina.

     Looking down, she saw a noticeable bulge in his pants. 

     "No.  Your spot is very pretty.  Do you ever tickle yourself there?  It feels really good.  How old are you?'

     "Mom says I'm not 'sposed to tell when I play with myself.  I'm five. Almost five and a quarter.  Do you really think my coo is pretty?"

     "Select.  Very pretty.  It feels even better when another fur tickles it for you.  I'll show you.  I'm gonna rub your privates on mine.  If the white stuff comes I'll give you credits."

Are you really going to tickle and rub my privates, Mr Derrick?"

"Yes. Right now."

She pressed 'STOP' and 'SAVE TO CLOUD' on the recording app.
Emily remembered that on Tri-D shows this is where you make a deal.  You "get the goods" first.  Make a snarky comment.  Show them you got them, then make a deal.  Then add to your contacts.

She smirked.  "You need to ask to touch me.  What if I don't want to be tickled there?"

"You're gonna love this," said the bunny, reaching for his belt buckle and ignoring her question.

     Emily let him get close and hit PLAY and let him listen to the recording.  He became very nervous.  "Hey, I was kidding, Emily.  Just a joke.  I'll pay you twenty credits... no fifty credits to erase that, and I'll leave, ok?"

     "It's not NICE to TELL me you are going to touch me without asking first." she said sternly, wagging an index finger at him.

     "I'm sorry.  Let's forget it, ok?". His bulge was going down and he was eyeballing the cell phone.  

    "I saved it to the cloud.  I won't tell, but you need to do what I say."

"What do you want me to do?"

     Emily lifted her dress and opened her legs.  "Use your paws on my cunny.  Tickle it and lick my boobies while I watch Tri-D. Keep your pants closed or I tell."  

     The bunny got on his knees and soon had Emily moaning from using both paws and tongue.  After her 2nd orgasm she let him stop.

     "Please, it's starting to hurt! Let me open my pants!" he asked her.

     Emily reached over and unzipped his pants, the bunny's penis jutting out.  He reached for it, but she smacked his paw away.

"That's naughty."

     She leaned over and started sucking him, and he moaned loudly, begging her to let him finish.  He thrust more and more.

     Emily could tell he was going to have the "special pee" feeling soon, when there was a knock at the door.

     "Derrick, are you in there? It's Mary Donovan."

     Emily shoved his pecker back in his pants just as white goo started to shoot out.  He humped against her paw and groaned as his crotch was soaked. A wet stain showed visibly on his crotch, as the door knocking got louder and more insistent.  Derrick looked at his pants in horror, then at the door.  A key was heard being inserted into the mechanical lock.
  
     Thinking quickly, Emily dumped her water on Derrick's lap to disguise the stain.  He looked at the door, then looked at her pleadingly.  She fixed her dress and stood as the door opened, showing an older otter lady there.

     "What's going on?" asked Mary, looking suspiciously at Derrick in his office alone with the cub.

     'Be like Tak-Lo' she thought.  "Hi.  I'm Emily.  Mr Derrick is Mommy's friend.  He let me take a break and watch Tri-d.  I was tired of waiting with my brother in the library."

     Derrick started chattering nervously. "I was just letting her watch TriD-"

     "Are you sure you are OK, Emily?  Let's go outside and talk."

     "Select.  Mr Derrick, sorry I spilled my water on you."

    They walked outside.  "I'm Mary.  Emily, it's OK to tell me; it's not snitching.  Did he hurt you or touch you bad?  Or scare you?"

     "Cancel.  Mr Derrick  didn't do anything bad.  He is nice.  He isn't scary; he's like 'Mr Rutgers Neighborhood' soft."

     "You won't be in trouble if he tickled your pee-pee or pulled his privates out.  Just tell me-"

     Emily looked at Mary.  "Why are you talking about tickling my privates?  Are you a perv?"

     She looked shocked and took a step back.  Emily stuck her head in the doorway of the office.  A nervous Derrick was wiping his pants off with paper towels.

    "Mr Derrick, Mary keeps saying she wants to tickle my privates!" she yelled.

     Mary backed away further.  "N-no...that's not what I meant-" getting a horrified look on her own face.

     Continuing on "Mr Derrick can you call FIVE-OH?  Mary is a 'bad touch person'." Emily said.

     A moment later, Mary was gone, nearly running down the hallway, away from the scene.

"Thank you." said Mr Derrick.

Emily figured Tri-D plans would still work.  This is where you make contacts. For deals later.

     "It's shiny.  You owe me.  Next time you can lick me HERE until I tell you to stop." she said, pointing to her pussy.

***********

     Jimbo sat in his chair for a while, not sure how long.  He kept checking the time, which crawled by.  Finally the cubs came out of StoryTime, and he jumped up so fast the chair slid back and hit the wall.

     He ran to the door, to be stopped by the guard.  "You waiting, I get Sokkova for you."

     He went inside and a moment later came out, followed by Miss Sokkova.  He pointed to Jimbo, and she came over to meet him.

     "Jimbo, nice to see.  What you doing here?"

     "Miss Sokkova, please, I need to talk to you...gotta stay muted, but please."

     "Come with me. We go in office, talk private.  No worries. Keep your secrets, da?  We keep it crypted."

     They walked to an unused office, Sokkova locking the door behind.  "Jimbo, you say what problem is, maybe can help."

     "Emily was logged into school, but she was late clicking PRESENT and it shows her late.  When you are late the school calls for a parent..."

     The badger looked at him, nodded.  "Go on."

     "If your parent doesn't talk to them, they send CPS to check on you."

     "They are calling today at 1530 hours.  But we-"

     "You have no parent.  Is only you and sister." said Sokkova with finality.  She might as well have been describing that water is wet, the sun is hot, or Megacorps rutted over everyone.

     "Can you please stop them from calling?  Please?"

     "Am sorry.  We do not have NetHacker to do this.  Only video tech."

     "Can he disguise us so we look like Mom on the video call?"

"Hold on.  I call him.  You wait here."

     A few minutes went by, and Sokkova came back, cell phone in hand, on speaker.

     "Hey, mladshiy brat.  Miss Sokkova tells you want to look and sound like somefur else on video call?"

"Yes.  Can you help, Androv?"

"Who is call with?"

    "The school.  Sector 8 public school.  Truancy officer."

     Jimbo's cell beeped.  He glanced, 1 message.

     "Nyet, mladshiy brat.  Sorry, cannot do.  Government system will detect fakes.  Only way to do is with very special equipment I not have."

     Sokkova spoke up. "Sorry. Maybe you find NetHacker to help?"

     Jimbo nodded.  "Thanks Androv.  Thank you Miss Sokkova.  I'll try to find a way."

     Androv hung up.  Miss Sokkova gave Jimbo an unexpected hug.  "You are very good brother.  Proud to be knowing you, Jimbo."

     Jimbo smiled for a moment before leaving the room.  He checked his cell. The message was from LeftClick.

'Meet me at the library.'

**************************
     Mr Derrick changed into a pair of sweatpants, soaking his pants and underwear in dish soap.  Emily saved his number in her cell before they headed down to meet Jimbo.

     Jimbo looked up from his message to see Emily and the clerk heading down the stairs.  Perfect timing!  They just needed to get out of here.  It was already 1440 hours.

"Jimbo, can Miss Sokkova help?"

     "No. But LeftClick wants to meet. We gotta get going."

     They started up the stairs, got to the lobby, and started to head for the exit, when Emily stopped grabbed her pussy through her dress.  She started squirming.  "Jimbo, I gotta pee, bad!". 

     She raced off for the bathroom off the main room while Jimbo checked the time.  1445 hours.  Finally she exited the bathroom, and they raced outside at 1450.  Great, no bus.  They missed it!

     "Emily!  We missed the bus. We can't WAIT for the next one! You should have gone to the bathroom earlier!"

"I'm sorry, Jimbo." Emily looked upset, ready to cry.

     "It's done. Come here." He picked her up and hugged her.  "We'll figure it out. Let's ask about other busses."

     They went back inside, and approached Derrick. "We missed the bus.  When is the next blue line?"

     "You can catch the same bus if you cut down the alley behind, go to crossman ave. The bus makes a big circle before leaving."

     They raced out of the library, and down a winding alley, running as fast as their footpaws could take them.  

     They were yelled at by an older goat when they jumped on, and ran across, the top of his plastic delivery crates as a robo-truck made a delivery to the back of a store.

     They rounded a tight corner and Jimbo failed to stop.  Slipping, he skidded and ran face first into the chest of a skunk, bouncing off, knocking both down.  Emily, holding his paw, fell on top of him.

     Jimbo got up slowly, stunned from the hit.  "Sorry, Ome. No diss to you, it was an acci…"

     Jimbo looked up and saw they were surrounded by teenage and older skunks with sickly green mohawks.  On the ground, bleeding, were a couple weasels wearing red of the Corner Boys.  One of the skunks had a furtat of dripping green claws.  Jimbo realized they just stumbled into the Polecat Ghouls, tearing into trespassers in their territory.  "Hey, real sorry, Ome.  We just need to catch the-"

     Jimbo cried out in pain as he was bitch-slapped across the mouth by the ghoul he knocked over.  He had small scratches on his muzzle, going a little numb almost instantly.  Standing up, Jimbo was grabbed from behind. He felt paws in his hoodie pocket and reached, but it was empty now 

     He felt a smaller paw reach behind him, in the middle of his back, and his belt loosened a little as IT was removed.

     "You need to watch where you rutting going, bitch!  You gonna get hurt, running all crazy." 

     Jimbo struggled to get free, but he was no way strong enough.   He glared at the speaker.  "Hey, I said I was sorry. It's done.  Let us catch the bus and get out of your territory, query?"

     "So, you so sorry, why was you reaching for this, Ome?". The skunk held up Jimbo's knife, and flicked it open.  The skunk put his fingers in the handguard and imitated hitting somefur with brass knuckles.

     "That's a serious blade.  I wonder how sharp it is."

     Jimbo struggled, and was breathing heavy as he felt the blade touch him. He stopped himself shuddering as the skunk shaved the possum's armfur.

     "Emily, run!  Get the bus.  Go home.  I'll see you home later."

     Another skunk looked skeptical.  "Rutting serious?  You think you can knock down our president and walk away?  You ain't going NOWHERE later."

     There was a click from behind, heard on the Tri-D a million times in action movies.  Usually when somefur was about to get a cap in their ass after a one-liner quip.

     "Get the rut away from my brother!" Emily yelled.

     Jimbo found himself being let go.  Turning around he saw Emily holding the flare gun Jimbo kept hidden in the small of his back.  She was aiming at the skunk with the knife.

     "That's a rutting flare gun.  What you gonna do, call for a lifeboat?" scoffed a skunk with a medpatch on his eye.

     "It's got a shotgun shell in it." said Jimbo.

     "Rufus, that true?  They got an insert in that thing?" asked eye-patch.  The headman knocked.

     "What you gonna do, little girl?  You gonna kill me? You got one shot.  There are six of us." said President Rufus.

     "Emily, just run!  They won't follow.  You can get home safe." said Jimbo. "Please."

     "You gonna let your protection run away with your only weapon? One swipe of my claws and you paralyzed, bitch.  Me and my boys take you apart for days, Ome."

     "You... you ain't hurting my sister, mother-rutter!" said Jimbo, even as he started shaking.  He swallowed.  He was trying his best to be brave and not cry.

     "You got some serious gonads, Ome.  Respect."

     The gang leader folded up Jimbo's knife and replaced it back in the hoodie pocket it came from.  He waved his paws and the gang separated.
     
     Turning to face Emily he said "Little girl, you take care of your brother.  You two go catch your bus. Get out of here."

     The skunks walked away, leaving the weasels paralyzed on the ground as the possums hugged and ran for the bus.

**********
     The two walked in the library at 1500 hours, immediately scanning the terminals for LeftClick.   They saw the white furred rat at a terminal, mirror shades on as usual.

     Jimbo forgot all about 'being smooth like Tak-Lo' and ran up.  "Hey LeftClick, we're here!  What do you need to know to fix it? We have 29 minutes left!"

     "Hey, Lil Blood, slow down... I think we got this.  Mickey says the school was gonna call your house and you need it stopped?  So CPS don't show?"

"Yes.  Please help, LeftClick.  I'll owe you, big-time!"

     "Pause.  I'll check the Ram-a-Jam to see what sucka has it.  I pity the fool trying to jam up the gears for my homie-clowns."

     Jimbo didn't bother asking what LeftClick meant.  Half of what he said was usually ancient quotes from video... like before Tri-D shows even.  The other half was made up.

   "...and Ba-Boom! Your appointment was at 1530.  I wiped all the appointments from 1515 on so they will refill with new ones, I marked your call 'COMPLETE' so they won't check."

     "...Sorry to ask...but Mom has an appointment for benefits renewal this week too…"

   "Yo-Yo-YO!  Say no more.  I'll fix that up too.  I'm gonna do a little 'Bang a shang a lang' on em!"

     Jimbo waited tensely.  Emily whispered "Is he fixing the school?"

     "He said he already fixed it.  He is fixing another problem."

     "Bing Bang Bong! All done, Lil Blood." said LeftClick.

     "Thanks, LeftClick.  We owe you, big time."

     "Shiny.  Pay me now." said the rat, showing his large incisors.  The mild mannered rat a half head shorter than everyone else suddenly looked very 'streetwise'.  He lifted his mirror shades up.  The red eyes went from the curiosity of a friendly colorblind albino rat to piercing demonic orbs.
     The grin became even more aggressive.  "You never asked what I would charge. So...I'll be wanting something VERY valuable...right now!" he said, looking pointedly at Emily.

"Uhhh….wh-what d-do you want?" asked Jimbo. 

"One hug from a little princess in a…" he lowered his mirror shades, getting a comp readout of colors, "...pink dress."

     Emily ran up and hugged LeftClick tightly.  He patted her back and grinned, looking at Jimbo. "Ha!  Got ya!"

     Jimbo grinned back and fist bumped with LeftClick.

     "OK, you two.  I have other clients to meet today.  Let me get back to work."

************************
     Jimbo and Emily walked down the stairs, and did not see the skunk family on the stairwell.  They kept going downstairs, and exited into the hallway.  They started looking, finding storage rooms until they came to the office at the end of the hallway.  Lights were on, but the shade was drawn on the office window.

     Jimbo knocked, and heard nothing.  He called out.  "Darlene? Melinda? Are you here?"

     The door was unlocked and opened, showing Darlene there holding her lower belly, looking pained.  "We thought you might be the manager to throw us out."

     "No.  But come to our house.  You can shower and we have medicine for Melinda.  And if you show me how to make the washer work, you can do laundry too."

     The two walked out of the room, turning off the light and closing the door and started following.  Darlene was walking very slowly, and Melinda could barely walk, unless she shoved her paws in her pants.

     "Jimbo, can you piggy-back her?" asked Emily, pointing to Melinda, desperately trying to keep her jeans from rubbing her sore crotch.

     Jimbo scooped her up, and they started making better time. 

*************************
     Winston's cell beeped. He checked and it was a message with a special offer for a 'buy one meal, get one free' at 'Ristorante Swanke'.  He was about to text message Karen, then remembered her cell was dead.  He would have to look up her office number…

     Winston opened the scheduler... and no appointment to call Karen at 1545 hours at her office number. The 1530 appointment was there.  He looked at the name.  It was a habitual lateness student named "Braun".  Checking the post-it note, the info didn't match.  He called the tech people, who said something was corrupted and they would restore the database.

**************
     Emily raced to the door, again finding it locked.  Jimbo unlocked the door, let them all in while struggling under the weight of the skunkette on his back.  Melinda got down, and stood wide legged next to her mom.  The skunks looked around uneasily.

     "The bathroom is over there." pointed out Jimbo.  

     "Mom, can I PLEASE take the pants off?  I don't care if anyone sees, this hurts so bad!" begged Melinda, waddling open legged.

     She looked at Jimbo, asking for permission.  He nodded. "Go ahead."

     "I'll get the medicine!" said Emily, racing off to the side table in the living room, pulling out a gel.

     Melina dropped her pants, and the whole room began to smell bad.  The stink of dirty underwear, sweat, and overpowering ammonia-pee scent filled the air.

     Her panties were sticking to her, worn, elastics stretched out, very faded pink with a yellow stain all over the crotch.

     "Can I give her a shower, please ?" asked Darlene. "I promise I won't use a lot of water and I'll pay for the soap."

     "Select.  It's shiny." said Jimbo.

     Melinda looked at her mother, pointing to her underwear, and received a nod.  She pulled her panties down, and even from across the room, Jimbo could see her crotch was red.  Irritations from pissy jeans rubbing left marks, and the skunkette was bleeding in a couple spots.

     The shower was started, and Darlene started to get up, having trouble from her huge belly.  

Emily ran up.  "Can I help her wash?"

    Darlene nodded, and sat back down.
Emily and Melinda went into the bathroom. The possum could be overheard chattering about what soap was best, and her new wash was from the "one credit store".

     Jimbo asked "You didn't bring clothes to wash?".  Most homeless furs kept a bag with them all the time, with all their stuff.

"We...don't have any.  Just these."

      "You can wear Mom's bathrobe.  She won't mind."

     "Is your mom going to be mad we are here?"

     Jimbo shook his head.  "Null static.  She's not here.  Family biz."

     Emily ran out of the bathroom. "Jimbo null towels."

     The vidphone rang.  Jimbo looked at the caller ID and froze.  'Sector 8 School Office.' 

     His eyes went wide in a panic.  He looked around for his mother, but didn't see her.

"Oh gods.  We're rutted, Em!  I'm sorry."

******************
     Winston looked at the restored database entries.  His memo to call his mate was there, with her office phone number.  There was also the 1530 appointment that went missing.

     He considered being lazy and just sending the whole issue to CPS but decided it wasn't worth getting written up for neglecting his job.  He would give it one call, then mark 'no answer' and start the CPS visit.

*******************

     Jimbo swallowed and tried to look smooth.  He hit the button to answer.
A goat appeared on the monitor.

     "Hi, I'm Winston Torhouse from School Compliance.  I'm calling about a tardy today for Emily Winters.  Is your parent there?"

     "Hi.  I'm her older brother.  Mom isn't available right now but I'll let her know. "

     "Make her available, or give me another contact to call.  I need a parent, guardian or in loco parentis to talk to."

     "We don't have guards, we aren't rich.  Please, can I just give her the message?"

     Emily walked in front of the camera. "I'm sorry I was late. Jimbo logged me in but I was doing Private Chat and forgot to click PRESENT.  I'm very sorry!" she said, starting to cry.

     "Look, I don't care if you are sorry.  I just need a parent or guardian on the phone or I send this to CPS."

     Jimbo stared at the screen and said nothing, moving his mouth like a goldfish out of water.

     "Sorry cubs, your mom will probably be mad, but I'm sending this over-"

     Darlene stepped in front of the camera.
"Hi.  Sorry to keep you paused.  I'm Darlene Redole."

     "Who are you to these cubs, Miss Redole?"

     "Oh... I'm the sitter.  I watch the cubs while their mom is out on errands."

     "Do you officially acknowledge that I have informed you, a guardian or in loco parentis figure, that Emily Winters was tardy on today's date clicking PRESENT at remote school check in?"

"Yes."

     "Press your paw print to the reader, Miss Redole."

     She pressed her paw to the reader.  There was a green light and a beep.

     "All done.  Thanks, Miss Redole.  I'll close this out. Bye." The contact was cut.

     Jimbo said "Thank you, Darlene" trying to pull a 'Tak-Lo' smooth, indifferent face...but to his surprise, found he was crying all of a sudden.  She hugged him, and he hugged back.

"Jimbo, let's talk crypted." She led him into a bedroom and closed the door.  "Tell me what the family biz is.  I'll listen and help.  Truth."

************
     Emily went back into the bathroom and found Melinda standing in the tub, shower off, fur dripping.  There was dirt on the tub bottom, lots of shed fur.   She ran into her bedroom and grabbed a few old shirts that were too small.  She headed back to the bathroom and started  to wipe off the skunk girl with one.

     "Pause!  I'm gonna get musk on your shirt!" said Melinda.

"Null idea.   What's musk?"

     Lowering her voice to a whisper, she said, "It's why skunks stink.  The spray glands.  You are so shiny to us, I don't want to ruin your stuff.  It's like you're another skunk."

     "Don't worry about the shirt.  They don't fit.  Null clean towels now." Emily thought for a minute.  "You are shiny too.  No flames sent about our cross eyes."

"Friends?" suggested Melinda uneasily.

"Friends," said Emily firmly, smiling.

*****************

     A few minutes later, Emily thought that Melinda's fur was dry enough to get out of the tub and told her so.

     "Can you get me the dirty towels so I can wrap up?  I don't want to put my pee clothes back on."

     "Cancel.  Pause." Emily ran out of the room, and came back with a white terry cloth robe.  "I can't wear that; it's too nice!"

     Emily threw it over Melinda's shoulders without inserting the arms.  "Too late.  It touched you, so you gotta wear it."

     Melinda smiled, smacking her lips happily and put her arms in the robe.  "Is it shiny to leave panties off?  My privates hurt."

     Emily kneeled down, and put her eyes near Melinda's pussy and looked closely.

     "Pause!  That's embarrassing!" Protested the skunk girl, trying to cover up with her paws.

     "It's shiny.  We're both girls.  You need medicine put on too.  Me and Jimbo needed it cause our undies were too dirty and we have a rash.   Let's go to my bedroom and I'll help where no one can see, query?"

"Select!" said the skunk.

     Emily led the way, and showed Melinda to a small bedroom, the imitation wood floor littered with dirty clothes.  An unmade bed had pink blankets in a pile.  A possum plush with a torn off nose sat on a pillow.

"Lay down, I'll be right back."

     Emily ran out, grabbed the gel. She stopped and grabbed the white muscle thing from the bag.  If it fixed sore muscles maybe it helped other hurts too.   She  ran back into her bedroom, closing the door.  She paused, then locked it.  Melinda might be embarrassed if Jimbo walked in when Emily was putting medicine on the skunks' privates.

     "I'm gonna open your robe and help you, query?"

     "...ummm...select." said the nervous skunk.

     "OK...I'm gonna do what Jimbo was told to do to me, query ?"

     "Select.  I don't want my private spot to hurt any more."

     "Open your privates up so I can look and make sure they don't smell bad.  So you don't get a 'fection."

     Melinda opened her legs and spread her lips wide.  Emily sniffed.  Nope, just a little like pee.  Miss Sokkova said that was shiny.  She blew on the skunkette's private spot and got a giggle.  

"That tickles funny!"

     "OK you just smell clean.  Now I can put on medicine." Emily took a large glob of gel and started rubbing around the lips where the redness was, and below to coat all the irritated skin.

     Immediately Melinda relaxed. The gel made the irritated skin cool and stop itching and numbed the pain from the raw skin.

     "That feels so much better!" said Melinda, starting to close her legs.

     "Pause. Spread your privates.  We need to rub some inside too." Lowering her voice to a whisper Emily said "It tickles really really good."

     Emily slowly and gently rubbed some gel inside Melinda's lips, being careful to rub near the bump but not touching. Touching it too early sometimes hurt.

     Melinda started to squeal, and covered her muzzle with her paws, forcing herself quiet.  She gyrated her hips a little, grabbed Emily by the head and yanked her up.  Pulling the possums ear next to her muzzle she softly whispered "that feels so tickley good! But mom told me not to touch there."

     Emily grinned and whispered back. "You aren't. I am!  And it's for medicine so it's a good touch.  Do you like it?"

     "Yes! Do more!" said Melinda, claws opening and closing, toes curling on her footpaws.  The skunk's paws slammed down on Emily's paws and started pushing them harder and faster
      
     Finally the entire body of the skunk was shaking and she whispered "Something gonna happen!  It's happening! It feels like I gotta pee!"

     Emily moved her paws away and gave Melinda's feel-good bump a few licks with her hot rough tongue.

     Her skunk friend jerked hard, and whispered "Do that a few more times, and please squeeze my bum closed."

     Emily did as asked, and felt her friend have hard, hard twitches, and shudder while biting down on the pillow.

     "Oh! Stop! No more!" moaned the skunkette as she finished.

     Emily spat on some dirty clothes.  "Yuck!"

     Melinda looked sad. "Was my skunk pee-pee too dirty?"

     "No.  The medicine tastes bad."

     "Do you want me to touch you-"

     A loud knock on the door was heard, making both girls jerk, startled. Darlene spoke up. "What are you girls up to?  Why is the door locked?"

     Emily jumped up and unlocked and opened the door.  "Miss Darlene, I was putting medicine on Melinda.  I didn't want her to be embarrassed."

     "Melinda, did the medicine make you feel better?"

"Yes!  It feels a lot better now."

***************
     Jimbo walked out of his bedroom with Darlene, and felt a lot better.  It was nice to talk to someone, an adult who wouldn't turn snitch.
     
     "Jimbo, you should be so proud.  You do more than a nine year old should have to."

He smiled, and they headed to the closet by the kitchen.  Opening it he showed the washer and dryer.

    Pressing a button, the loaded washer started to spin.  The body of the washer rocked about an inch back and forth on its feet. A "thumping sound" was heard,  a buzz and the machine stopped.  Lights blinked on the panel and it did nothing.

     Darlene looked inside and saw the washer was stuffed to the top.  The load of wash had way more on one side.  She pulled half the clothes out and tossed the soaking wet pile in the sink.  She adjusted the load to make the rest even.  She pressed START and the tub started spinning, the whole washer started shaking.  The tub started hitting the inside of the case and stopped with a harsh BEEP.

     Getting on her knees she turned something on the bottom of the washer.
She did this several times until finally the washer didn't rock at all.

     "Jimbo, press the button." she said, pointing to the washer START button.

     He did and for the first time in months, it started to wash clothes.

     "Jimbo, you had too much in the wash.  The clothes need to move in the water to get clean.  The clothes need to be even, not mostly on one side or it can't spin."

Nodding, he looked surprised.

     "It's not supposed to rock like that. See where it says 'balancing load'? It's trying to shake the clothes to be even.  When it rocks that much, it's off balance too bad and stops."

     "Oh!" said Jimbo. "Was that why a thin piece of wood was under it?  I took it out before it broke."

***********************
     He threw Melinda's clothes in, and restarted the wash cycle, while Darlene checked on the girls.  When they ended up being shiny, she borrowed a bathrobe and showered, while they played a game in the living room.

     "I'll clean your tub in a bit... my back is killing me right now," said Darlene, holding her hips, above her butt in pain.

     The skunk mom got out in time to switch the laundry to the dryer and throw in a load of towels to wash.

     This went on, washing, drying, and folding/putting away constantly until around 1700 hours the girls came out.

     "Jimbo, we're hungry!". He went through the "goodie bag" and pulled all the meals out.  Darlene looked in the cupboard and found a box of "Complete Hotcakes mix" and cooked pancakes BY HAND on the stove!  The cubs watched, fascinated, seeing someone cook something not in an insta-wave.

     When the food was done, everyone stuffed themselves, except for Darlene who claimed not to be hungry.

     It was getting late in the day , after a Tri-D cartoon finished when Melinda asked, "Mom, are we gonna go back to the library?"

     Darlene didn't respond.  She looked in pain.  "Jimbo, I need to talk to you please."

     They went into a bedroom and closed the door, leaving the girls to the Tri-D.

***********
     "Jimbo, I'm sorry to query.  Can I leave Melinda here?  This cub," she pointed to her belly "is coming.  I can't take Melinda to the hospital and I can't leave her at the library alone.  Please?"

     "It's shiny.  Just tell her to listen to me."

     "I'm sorry.  If I take her to the hospital, CPS gets called.  I got nobody.  I'm sorry.  You're only nine.  This isn't your problem."

     "I'll watch her.  She might have to eat at soup kitchens with us."

     "Better than working at a joyhouse or sold off for parts," said Darlene. "Thank you."

*****************
     The girls' show was interrupted.  The mother skunk waddled out of the bedroom.

    "Melinda, Jimbo is being very nice and says you can stay here for a while. You need to listen to everything he says.  He will be in charge.  It's very important they have no trouble.  Their mom is away.  If anyone finds out, they get taken away to a bad place."

"Why? I want to stay with you!"

     "Cause this cub in my belly is coming.  You can't come to the hospital or CPS will take you cause we have no home."

"Will I meet the cub before it goes away?"

     "I don't know. I hope to see you soon.  I have to get to the clinic.  Jimbo, can you help me to the bus? I want to be far away from here when I call the ambulance."

     "Pause.  I'll wideband for a ride." Jimbo pulled his cell, sent out messages, and in a few minutes had a reply.
     "Can you handle a scooter ride?"

     "Select, if it comes soon," Darlene replied.  In less than ten minutes, the sound of a small engine, mixed with a really ancient song with lyrics repeating "b-b-b-b-band" and the singer telling everyone he "had a big bone".

     Looking outside, Jimbo nodded to the rider.  They all went outside, and after giving Melinda and Emily an ear scritch and a hug, Darlene hopped on a scooter with a white rat in mirror shades, sporting a fake chest length beard.  They raced off out of sight, and everyone went back inside.

     Melinda looked a little nervous.  "Where will I sleep tonight? Do you want me to stay on the floor, or the couch?"

     "Nope.  You can have my bed." said Emily.  Melinda smiled before her friend continued,  "I'll sleep with Jimbo." The skunk's face fell.  

   "It's shiny.  I'll stay on the couch. It's better there," said Melinda sadly, hugging herself, edging away.

     "Emily, are you trying to be away from her?" asked Jimbo.

     "No.  I just wanted to sleep with you tonight."

     "Why don't you sleep with Melinda?" asked Jimbo, taking a drink from a juicebox.

     She lifted her dress, pointing to her naked slit. "I want you to lick me on my private spot until twitches come. Then I'll suck your pecker again."

     Melinda gasped and Jimbo started coughing, spitting out his juice, choking on his drink until his eyes watered.

     When her brother stopped coughing, looked at Melinda who was staring at the ground, wide eyed in shock, clearly embarrassed.  He looked at Emily.

     "Em, you can't say that where anyfur can hear! That's crypted.  Private biz!"

     "But you loved it when-"

     "Did you really put his pee-pee in your muzzle?!  Did he pee in your mouth?" asked Melinda, staring at Jimbo's crotch.

     "No, I didn't pee.  It just felt really, really good!  Like I was gonna pee, but I didn't have to." 

     "Does...does...IT...get big when you need to pee?" asked the skunk.

     "Have you ever seen a boy before?" asked Emily.

"N-no.  Someone told me it's like a tube."

     Emily spoke up. "Why don't me and Jimbo wash up, and we can all go to the big bed in Mom's bedroom and lay down."

     Jimbo nodded.  "I'm gonna grab some stuff from the bag.". He went into the kitchen, grabbed the sim-deck bag and started looking.  The white sore muscle thing was missing but there was a little pink egg thing, and a tiny remote.  He grabbed it all and put it in the bedroom, then headed to the shower.  Emily was in there already.

"Don't take too long.  I have to wash too."

"Get in with me."

     Jimbo hesitated for a moment then just got in.  It was awkward, going around each other to get clean, but she helped him wash quicker.  In less than 5 minutes they were clean and toweling each other off with freshly washed towels.

     The two possums exited the shower together, naked.  Melinda looked, her jaw dropped and she turned her head away, embarrassed, but peeking.

"It's shiny.  You can look.  Let's go to the bedroom and lay down," said Emily to Melinda.

     They entered the bedroom, bigger than the other two, with the same glue-on imitation wooden floor tiles.  There was a large queen size bed with a white fake fur comforter on it.  Jimbo and Emily jumped on the bed, but Emily entered the room a little timidly and seemed uneasy.   

     "Come in, sit down," said Emily, patting the bed.  When Melinda came over and sat down, the possum-girl untied the belt of the bathrobe.  The skunk tried to cover back up.

     "Don't be shy.  Your fur is pretty and the furwash makes you smell like strawberries."
     
     Melinda resisted for just a moment, but when Emily told her she looked pretty and smelled good, the skunk let her friend remove the robe.

     Sitting naked, she stared at Jimbo's pecker intently, until she looked up and met his eyes.   Turning away quickly, mumbling "Sorry…" It was easy to see her embarrassment.

"It's shiny.  You can look and touch.  Be gentle." He said, standing in front of her. "Sometimes it's soft, needing to pee or touching makes it hard.  It feels best around the bottom under the head." He pointed to the frenulum.  "The balls are very sensitive, don't hurt them."

     Melinda timidly reached out a paw, but stopped short, hesitantly looking up at the naked possum.  He took her paws and gently guided them to his penis.  "It's OK.  You don't have to touch it if you don't want to, but you can."

     The little skunk allowed her paw to be guided and touched the shaft, which started to harden.  "It's warm!" she said, surprised.  He took in a breath as she rubbed the underside and she pulled her paw away. "Sorry. I shouldn't do that."

"No, it's shiny.  It feels good."

"Mom would be mad."

     "She isn't here, and no one will tell her.  Besides, your mom said I'm in charge.  So you have permission to touch anyone who wants you to."

"It's getting harder.  Do you need to pee?"

     Jimbo moaned. "No, it just feels really good."

     Emily spoke up.  "Melinda, lay down and open your legs, so I can check you."

The skunk closed her legs tight and whispered, "But Jimbo will see my private spot!  I'm not supposed to let other furs see."

Shy skunk fix 1:

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     Emily thought for a minute and remembered something.  She raced out of the bedroom, and came back with a couple of soft bristle fur brushes.  She ran to Jimbo and whispered something to him.

     "Melinda, you can show off your privates to anyone who is safe.  You have permission," said Jimbo.  "Can we brush your pretty fur?"

     The skunk smiled at the compliment. "Select, but sniff first so I don't make your brush gross with stinky skunk musk."

     Jimbo sniffed.  "Nope.  Strawberry wash." Each of the possums took a soft brush and started gently stroking the skunkette's body.  Barely touching, they started on either side of her head and went down.  Soft gentle strokes across her head and down to her shoulders.  They both continued with soft, slow strokes to her chest.  Tiny circular touches, barely making contact around the nipples.  Down the legs and footpaws, then working back up to the waist.  Just before dipping below the waist, they rolled her over, brushing the backside.  With each stroke, the skunk relaxed more and more; she was getting used to being naked and to being touched.  Jimbo lifted Melinda's tail, brushing the length.  The skunk didn't notice that her butt, anal spray glands, and underside of her pussy were exposed.

They rolled her over, gently opening her legs to brush her thighs and there was no protest.

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     Emily stood in front and gently spread Melinda's legs, then stood aside. Jimbo approached, and Emily sat on the bed. The skunk smiled as the possum boy stared at her privates. A bit embarrassed, a little naughty, with a bit of a thrill went through her as Jimbo looked.  Emily leaned over and used her thumbs to spread Melinda's lips open.  The skunk gasped out, "That tickles!"

     Jimbo leaned over and took a long sniff of Melinda's nether regions.  For a moment, the little skunk was self conscious. "Do I smell bad?" she asked.

     "Cancel.  You smell like any other girl. Nothing bad."

Whispering, she admitted, "Your breathing on me tickles good down there."

     "Jimbo, I have an idea.  I'll be back!" said Emily, racing from the room and running back in holding something white.

     Sitting on the bed, she showed Jimbo the white plastic marker-like thing with the rounded front.

     "Maybe this will help her rash get better?" she said, pointing to remnants of red dots on her friend's pussy.

"Null idea.  Try it."

     The possum turned the dial on the white thing halfway, making a buzzing sound.  Deciding "more is better" Emily turned the buzzing on the highest setting.  She reached over and touched it to Melinda's crotch, touching the outer lips and making her friend whip her paws down to block, then bend at the waist while closing her legs.

"No! That feels too much, it hurts!"

Emily pulled it away, Jimbo grabbing the dial and twisting it almost off.

"Query, maybe up too high?  Try now."

"No.  It will hurt!"

     Emily saw her friend getting upset and turned it off and set it down.  "It's shiny, Melinda.  I put it down…"

     Emily had a thought and grinned.  "We will fix it and make you feel better.  Close your eyes."

     Going to Jimbo, she whispered in his ear, and he ran to the living room.  He came back. "I can't find the strawberry tube.  It was in the living room."

     "I asked Mom and put your tube in the refrigerator," said Melinda. "Do I still need to keep my eyes closed?"

     Jimbo opened the fridge and found the strawberry tube in there.  He ran back to the bedroom, handing the tube off to Emily.

     Emily used a black t-shirt as a blindfold to cover Melinda's eyes.  She opened the cap, took a little out in her paw.  The little skunk jumped just a little as the cold gel touched her nipple and was rubbed on, followed by the other side.

    Giggles followed.  "That feels tickley good.  Rub it some more!"

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     Melinda lay on the bed, trying to relax.  She felt nervous about being naked.  The brushing helped a lot, but Mom never let her go anywhere without clothes on.

     Mom also didn't want her touching her "no-no spots".  Mom used to smack her paws when she was smaller and touched herself.  Being there with Jimbo and Emily was new.

     Jimbo said she could do embarrassing things that felt good and naughty.  They let her come into their house and sit on furniture.  They gave her a shower. They even wiped her off with their clothes when they ran out of towels.

     This was great.  They didn't care that she was just a dirty skunk.  They didn't care that she was a homeless trash eater.  They didn't tease her or hit her.  Emily even called her a friend, and hugged her after she showered.  Emily hugged a dirty skunk!

     They were so nice that Jimbo told them where to stay, in a building.  The two gave her and mom food.  They didn't ask for nothing.  Back when they lived in the skunk colony the priest always said you had to pay to live.  Cause you were full of sin, the gods made you smell bad so everyone would know.  When her and Mom ran away she didn't know it would be so hard.  Otherfurs were mean.  Except for Jimbo and Emily. She hoped they never found out how dirty she really was.

     Melinda jumped a little when she felt her left nipple touched by gel and rubbed by a fingertip.  She started breathing heavier, waiting for the paw to touch.   The paw went away...then went to the right side.

     She didn't care, she had to tell how good it felt!  She giggled and said "That feels tickley good.  Rub it some more!"

     She heard movement, and whispers.  A smaller paw was rubbing the left, a bigger one on the right.  The touches would circle around, rub and move away.  The skunk felt her nipples harden.  The thrill ran down her smooth chest and into her belly.

     She was disappointed when the touches stopped, but maybe they wanted her to touch them.  The skunkette was taken completely by surprise and she felt hot breath by her chest.  All of a sudden both nipples were touched and licked gently, the heat and licking making her moan.  This time the thrill was stronger, and went all the way below her belly.

     "Uhhh...That feels so good! Please keep doing it!" whispered Melinda, opening her legs just a little more.

     As the possums licked her hardening nipples on her flat chest she thrust her chest out.  She made lip-smacking noises, tail moving constantly.  She felt gentle paws rubbing down her sides and belly, softly stroking.  Unable to sit still, Melinda moved her paws around, making contact.

     The skunkette found she was rubbing the ears of her friends, needing to make them feel good.  The pleasure built even more, and she moaned again. The stroking paws were reaching below her belly, near her privates, going back up.

     The fourth time the paws dipped under her tummy and moved away she opened her legs wider, thrusting her hips up. 

     In a fierce whisper she said, "Select! Go ahead.  You... please touch it!". The paws continued to move down, and back up.  Nearly touching her cunny, but not ever getting there.  Desperately, she tried to push down on the paws, to make them go there, but being blindfolded she missed.

Melinda slid her paw down below her tummy, to tickle her own privates, but a paw firmly pushed it away.

"Please touch my cunny!" she whined.  She reached her paw down again, and once more it was pushed away.  

     "Naughty cub, touching your private spot where boys can see," said Jimbo, as the licking stopped on the left side.

     Knowing a cute older boy saw her trying to play with herself made her a little more embarrassed, and even more excited.

     Both tongues stopped licking and sucking her nipples.  "Cancel!  Don't stop!  Please!"

     She heard whispers, but couldn't tell what was said.  The mouths gave a few more licks to her nipples... then she felt the cool gel rubbed on her cunny.  Just as she started to moan and rock her hips, her privates were opened and more cool gel rubbed... then the paws went away.

Did this mean... were they going to…?

     Melinda felt hot breath on her cunny and thrust her hips up, trying to meet the hot, rough, wiggly tongue.  Her crotch bumped into a cold nose, which pulled back.  The breath came near her again.

"Please lick my cunny!"

     She felt the mouth come down, the tongue touch and begin sliding across her pussy.  It touched around the outside, teasing, tasting the flavors from the skin.  While that hot mouth pleasured her, she felt her left nipple licked again and her right one rubbed.
     Finally, the tongue on her pussy slid inside, hovering near her feel-good bump.

     "Keep licking there! Select! Select!"

     Just as the pleasure started building, the licking stopped.  "Cancel!  Please don't stop! I need more! It feels so good!"

     There was movement between her legs.  The licker pulled away at the same time her nipples stopped being licked.  Then her RIGHT nipple was licked by a smaller mouth.  A larger muzzle was between her legs and licking her pussy.  Jimbo was eating there out, exploring her with his tongue. When he bumped her feel-good bump she grabbed his head and held it there.  He licked harder and faster.

     She felt a strange tightness in her cunny.  Something was going to happen.

     She yelled out "It's gonna happen!  The Special Pee is coming... it's coming! It's COMING!"

Her hips twitched and she moaned loudly, not bothering to whisper. 

     "Select!  A few more licks!  Just a few more!  On THE BUMP!  Ohhh…. Ohhhhhhh….. OH!" Her cunny twitched hard, over and over again, and in the middle she yelled, "Please don't let me spray!" then collapsed, eyes closing, falling asleep.

     As she drifted off, she whispered, "Thank you. That felt so good…"

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     Jimbo stopped eating out Melinda as her orgasms finished and she passed out.  He put her legs back down, and covered her with a blanket.  

     The bed moved just a little and he turned, seeing Emily laying down, spreading her legs.  "Jimbo, I need you to lick MY private spot too."

     "No, you suck my pecker first."

"No fair.  I sucked you last time, then you went to sleep."

"I tickled your slit with my tail and gave you twitches."

"Then I'll tickle your pecker with MY tail and you lick me here." she said, pointing to her pussy.  Jimbo lay on his side next to Emily, then moved up so his pecker was near her mouth.

"Come on, please suck it, Em!"

     She rolled him on his back, and slid up to kneel face down, legs spread over her brother's face.  "Jimbo, please lick my privates.  I'll suck it good if you do!"

     Jimbo grabbed Emily by the waist, picked her up and lowered her body down so his cock was positioned near her chest.
"My pecker loves it when you suck, Em.  You make it feel so good!"

     Emily stayed on top, but rolled so her tail was towards his head and backed up so her pussy was over his mouth.
"Please lick my slit, Jimbo. I'm all tickly in my privates!"

"No.  The suck feels SO GOOD. You need to suck me first!"

He pushed her butt, making her fall forward, into his cock, making them both stop arguing.

"We can try it AT THE SAME TIME!" they both said, surprised at having unknowingly reinvented the '69' position.

    Emily felt Jimbo's mouth on her pussy, licking the lips, trying to tickle his way inside.  She opened her mouth and lowered onto his cock and started moving around.  She tried to lick his cock but found she was facing the wrong side.  The best spot for his pecker was under.

     Jimbo started licking Emily's pussy.  His tongue tickled it's way past the lips, and the natural taste wasn't bad.  He was afraid it would taste like pee without the gel.  The warmth was exciting, and he could scent a little musk as she got excited.   His pecker wasn't feeling the best, though.  When she rubbed the bottom, he moaned and stopped licking.  Then she stopped.  It was hard to hold his neck up like that…
     
     After a few minutes, Emily stopped.  "Jimbo, this doesn't feel good.  My neck doesn't like it."

"Ok, we gotta lick and suck each other one at a time to feel best."

Emily opened her eyes really wide and gave her most adorable smile.  "Will you Pwease be the bestest ever Big Bwother, and eat your Little Sisters cunny till she has a feel-good twitch?  PWEASE?"

Jimbo moved up,put strawberry gel on her, and started eating her pussy out, making her moan loudly.  "Oh... that licky tongue feels so good!"

As her brother brought her closer and closer to orgasm, working his tongue towards her bump, Emily looked and saw movement under the blankets.  Melinda was pretending to still be asleep, but she was playing with herself and watching.

     Slowly, Emily moved her tail down to her brother's shoulder and tapped a pattern.  Tap, Long Tap, Long Tap.  He gave a thumbs up.  He stopped licking her, and used his finger to pleasure her.

     "Melinda, it's OK, you don't need to hide."

There was a jerking as Melinda's paw moved away and under the pillow.  Jimbo took the paw and sniffed the fingers, then sucked the first one.  Melinda started to fake snoring, like on Tri-D shows.

     Emily spoke up.  "Melinda, we aren't mad.  We know you are awake an' I saw you touching yourself under the blanket."

     "I'm sorry.  I didn't mean to spy. Watching made me tickley."

     Jimbo got up and grabbed the pink thing with the remote.  He pressed a button and the egg vibrated.  He moved the dial up and down and it vibrated less and more.  He touched he cock with the egg and pressed the button.  

"Oh, that feels great!"

He handed the egg to Melinda.  "Touch it to your bump.  Or hold it while you touch yourself."

He gave the controller to Emily.  "When you press this button it goes like the white thing.  You can make it buzz or stop buzzing to get her twitches."

Emily turned it on, and Melinda started fingering herself again, then she started gasping and moaning.

Jimbo's cock was still hard.  "Melinda, everyone else has been touched.  Can you put my pecker in your mouth and lick and suck it?  Please?"

She nodded and took him in her mouth. Emily called out instructions, in between moans of her own as Jimbo licked her cunny.

Melinda felt a thrill through her tummy.  Jimbo was so cool, and he was so nice to her.  He liked her even though she was a skunk.

     He even touched her when he smelled her gross dirty clothes before they got washed.  She wondered what kissing Jimbo would be like, if he would ever kiss a skunk.  He was SO cute!

Melinda felt the vibrator through her finger, and moaning, let the pecker out of her mouth.  Jimbo thrust and she took him back in, but his licks stopped for a moment. This made Emily let up the buzz button.

     Soon they were in a pattern.  If one would stop, then the vibrator would, then the suck, then the pussy licking.

     Melinda wondered why Mom never did this with her. It felt SO GOOD.  

Emily started thrusting her pussy at Jimbo.

     "It's starting...I can feel the Special Pee happening!"

     Jimbo was licking and moaning as he was sucked, when Emily slammed her paws down on his head.

"Jimbo...lick….lick...LICK...lick my bump!"

     During his licks and moans as he was sucked, the boy possum kept his nose clear.  He was careful to make sure breathing was free.  When Emily jammed her paws down hard, he couldn't breathe.  He desperately tried to get free, dragging his tongue across her clitoris as her shudders started. Trying to deal with the pleasure, Emily grabbed the pillow in both paws.  Her climax hit hard, making her dig her claws deep into the pillow.  She woke the next morning with paws trapped.

     Melinda came within seconds of Emily, opening her mouth and letting out a low moan of Jimbo's name.  She pulled off his pecker, and pulled her finger away from her pussy.

     "No! Keep sucking my cock, Melinda! Make the twitches happen happen in your mouth!  Please don't stop yet!"

     Melinda went down on him again, he felt so close. Her muzzle covered him, cock going from wet and cooling in the air to tight and hot.  Her tongue licked the underside, and she tightened her lips on his shaft. 

"Select! Just like that...it feels SO GOOD!"

     The skunk increased her speed of going up and down the shaft, paying attention to right below the head.  He felt more pressure building.

     "Melinda, please, more licks under...ahh!" said Jimbo, breaking into a moan.

     She continued to mouth him, and he felt he was in a race.  He was so needing to get the Special Pee, but he was tired and panting.  His tail lashed around wildly.  

     "Please, just a little faster.  I'm almost there!" Jimbo started to claw the mattress in pleasure and desperation.

     His cock twitched madly as he thrust as hard as he could, as she moved up and down on his cock.

     When she put her vibrating paw over his tightening balls and gently rubbed them, it hit him.  The twitching went mad, over and over in her kindergarten age mouth as she licked and sucked the last of his dry orgasm out.

     Finally he got too sensitive and pulled away.

     His eyes started closing.  "Thank you, Melinda…"

     He pulled her close and kissed her on the cheek, sending thrills through her tummy.  He pulled her into a snuggle before rolling next to his sister.

     A moment later, all three were snoring, this time for real. Rolling around in their sleep, the skunk wrapped her tail around the group while two prehensile tails did the same.

     Soon a cuddled up snooze pile lay together the rest of the night, warm and safe.  Instinctively holding each other with a warmth that no clothing, fur, or furnace could match.