Network Penetration Testing ch4
Author Notes at the end.

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     Melinda was curled up, sleeping in a warm place, the scent of Jimbo making her feel safe.  Something woke her roughly; she wondered if the Pastor was coming to take her away.  As she was pulled off the bed she heard guns, fast loud army guns like Tri-D, but worse.  Loud enough to make her ears ring.  Jimbo yelled something and all the lights went out. The firing continued, gun flashes filling the dark room through the window. Emily was in front, crawling to the closet and getting in.  Jimbo pulled her; he actually dragged her into the closet and slammed the door closed, latching the bolt.  The shooting went on, and she hugged her two friends, silently saying a prayer as the weapons roared. The sound of gunfire echoed through the courtyard outside, distorting where the shooter was.

'Lady of Purity, I'm sorry I'm just a dirty skunk but please keep Jimbo and Emily safe.  I don't mean to be full of stinky sin. Momma says you don't want the Pastor to take my womb eggs.  Momma said you don't really want him to do a rut and fill me with holy seed.  She said it would hurt and make you mad so we went away.  I'm sorry I'm bad. Please keep my friends safe and momma safe.'

The shooting stopped.  Melinda strained her ears to try to hear if the shooting was in the house or outside.  All she could make out were the sounds of her friends breathing and the thrumming of her own heart.

     Jimbo whispered, "The closet has concrete on the walls so bullets can't come in.  I locked the doors so we just have to wait."

They sat in the darkness, listening.  A car or truck door slammed, followed by a second door, then something raced off, engine roaring, tires screeching, the sounds fading as it went.

There was tense silence for a moment before Emily whispered,"Is it shiny to go look?" making Melinda jump.  

"Shhh!  I don't know.  If I had my phone I could check the door cam," whispered Jimbo.

They all sat in silence, not daring to move yet, tension keeping them pinned in place.

Melinda swallowed to try to fix her dry mouth. She took a deep breath and tried to stop shaking, succeeding a little.  Moving away from Jimbo and Emily she reached out, fumbling in the darkness, and found the metal bolt sealing the closet from inside.  Very slowly with shaking paws she slid the bolt almost silently to unlock.  

"What are you doing?" asked Jimbo quietly.

She whispered, "Stay here.  I'm gonna get your phone and look.  My fur is darker."

"No!" whispered Jimbo, reaching for her.

"Melinda, wait!" whispered Emily.

Opening the door made the hinges creak just a little. The skunk took two big steps then closed the closet door.  She stopped, listening and smelling.  She didn't hear anything, and there was no bullet smell inside.  On all fours, she padded silently to the nightstand and grabbed Jimbo's phone, holding it in her muzzle.

     Heart pounding in her chest, she peered out the bedroom door, not seeing anyfur in the dim street lights filtering through the closed curtains from outside.

     The windows did not look broken, and still no gunfire smell.  Moving cautiously, she peered timidly into an empty kitchenette. Breathing a sigh of relief, she grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge, freezing for a moment as the light came on, and closed the door quickly.  She could barely hear over the pulse rushing in her ears as she opened the bottle and took a sip then recapped it.

Outside she could hear furs either yelling or talking loudly, others trying to "shush" for silence.

     Turning quickly, she moved as fast as she dared, stepping into the living room and stopping to listen, then headed back towards the bedroom at the end of the hall. It looked like the house was secure.  She needed to get back to the closet to tell Jimbo and Emily.

     Walking in the master bedroom she was startled to see a shadow standing  in front of a draped window.  Quickly bringing her butt in line, she aimed to fire.

"Melinda! It's me!" whispered Jimbo.

She pointed her artillery away as he picked her up and dove into the open closet. Something fell off the shelf above as they entered.  Emily relatched the door, sealing them into the large double doored closet.

"Melinda, why did you do that?" whispered Jimbo furiously.

"Trying to keep you two safe!  My fur is black so I hide better," she whispered back.

Before he could protest further, she handed him his cell phone.  
Quietly, Melinda said "They didn't shoot your house.  No broken glass, no holes or smell of bullets."

Jimbo turned on his phone and started the app for the door cam.  

"It's 19a.  Someone dumped lead in Promise Jon's old place; looks like they blew away the living room!"

He watched the neighbors from 19b walking over to stare at the carnage. Flashing blue and red lights started reflecting off the houses as a dozen cop cars pulled in, followed by a SWAT strike team van.

"Rut! Tin Badges are gonna be banging on doors for snitches to talk," said Jimbo.  "I'm erasing the saved video from the camera.  We gotta stay in here and be quiet til they leave."

Emily sat down, and cried "ouch!" Jimbo turned his cell around, and the screen dimly illuminated a plastic 'De-Lux Home First-Aid Kit'.  The possum girl rubbed her butt and tossed the medkit out of the way and sat down.

All three heard a loudspeaker from outside the house. "ATTENTION IN THE HOUSE 19A.  COME OUT WITH YOUR PAWS UP!"

Looking at the screen, Jimbo saw the strike team ready to raid the shot up house.  Beat cops ran up to 19B.  They buzzed the Mag-lock and when it didn't open, a cop with a shotgun blew the hinges off.  A team ran inside, screaming "Do not resist!"

"Gods damn it! They are raiding the houses!  They are gonna bust down the door and find us!" said Jimbo.

"I'll unlock the door so they don't break it down," said Emily, bolting from the closet.

Melinda grabbed the medkit and opened it, dumping everything out, then dropping the case, quickly looking through the contents.

Jimbo unfolded and shook out blankets so they could be hidden under.  "We can hide under blankets in the closet."

"Jimbo, do you have the silver blankets?" asked Melinda in an urgent whisper as Emily ran back in the closet.

"Those stupid survival things like on Tri-D shows?  In the medkit," said Jimbo.  "Why?"

"They are code 404!  We need them!" said Melinda. "The Tin Badges use heat scanners!"

"Bathroom cabinet," said Emily.

"I'll get them. Be ready when I get back," Melinda said, running out of the closet.  She raced out of the bedroom across the cheap carpet, ducking in the bathroom, and opened the cabinet, searching quickly.  Paw cream and toothpaste fell into the sink; she ignored the mess.

Yanking open the drawers underneath, the skunk tossed shower loofahs on the floor, finding the plastic wrapped 'survival blankets' at the bottom.  She grabbed them and exited the bathroom.  The front door buzzed and started to open.  She dove back inside, looking around wildly for a place to hide. 

Shower? Nope.  Go out the window?  They might hear.  She would be outside completely naked.

A voice yelled out, "Municipal Police!  Warrant to secure.  Do not resist!  Municipal Police, do not resist!"

Another voice called out, "House Command: all lights on," and received an error beep.  The voice command was repeated, with no difference in results.

"Sweep the house, quick," said a voice coming across a radio.  Hearing pawsteps moving quickly in her direction, the skunk slid into the storage area under the sink, curled under the plastic drain thing. She closed the door on the vanity once she was inside

Pawsteps entered, the shower curtain was pulled back, then a voice called out right near her, "Bathroom clear!" and the steps receded. 

"Dawson, Monitor the living room, I'm going to the kitchen to reset the house command system."

Melinda slid out from under the sink, getting on all four paws, keeping low.

A door was flung open, hitting the wall.  A shout of "Municipal Police! Do not resist," came from the hallway. This was followed by "One bedroom, girl cub, clearing."

Melinda exited the bathroom, and started creeping past Emily's bedroom, where the cop was.  She heard the beeps of a kitchen touchscreen and light shot out of Emily's bedroom, illuminating part of the living room.  The skunk stopped dead and went against the wall, just avoiding being caught in the light.

"House command: Bedroom lights off." A cheerful sounding tone was heard and the bedroom light went off.

Pawsteps from Emily's room were getting closer.  Melinda looked around.  The bathroom was too far away.  The back of the battered couch was next to her, in the middle of the room.  She went over the back and took cover in the seat, laying down on the vinyl.

"Gods damn it! Warn me before you turn on the rutting lights, Sanders!" yelled a young coywolf officer.

"House command: bedroom one, lights on," was heard from the kitchen, followed by an error tone.  "Don't be a bitch, Dawson.  Anyone in the house would be in the living room. It's gotta be empty."

"Screw that, checking the closet in bedroom one."

Melinda went around the couch, and made her way past Emily's bedroom doorway.  The cop had the closet door open, blocking his view and couldn't see her.  She quickly raced by, past Jimbo's room and into the master bedroom, opening the closet and almost leaping in.  When she got inside she tossed Emily and Jimbo the survival blankets, opening hers quickly.  

"In the corners, lay down.  Cover with a blanket, then shiny blanket on that! Quick!" she whispered.  They did, and the skunk pulled a normal blanket over the shiny survival blanket for her friends.
A voice got closer, yelling not to resist the police.  The first closet door was pulled on, rattling the bolt.

"Got a locked closet door here in the master!"

Melinda reached a paw over and silently unbolted the second door so it would open freely, before sliding under the blanket with Jimbo, curling as small as possible.

She reached over and held him, holding her breath.  He looked as scared as she felt.

"Try the other door, shithead."

Melinda heard the other closet door open and closed her eyes.

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Officer Sanders wondered how he got saddled with such a rookie.  He pressed buttons on the com panel and reset the house command system.  These trash eaters usually had shit systems.  Too lazy to call Housing to fix things when they needed maintenance.  

"Bedroom two clearing," called out Dawson. That was followed by "Bedroom two, closet clear."

"Congratulations.  You came out of the closet, Dawson." said the older Coyote officer.  Another 10 years to retirement.  That's all he wanted.  Retire, work a safer job not dealing with trash eaters all day.

"Master bedroom clearing," then finally the wet behind the ears rookie said something NOT from a training manual.

"Got a locked closet door here in the master!"

"Better watch out, Dawson.  The entire Salvation Army is gonna march out of there asking for a credit donation," Sanders said under his breath.  

He took a deep breath and yelled out "Try the other door, shithead."

These idiots never worked a two door closet?  Bloody things never stayed closed unless you locked one side.

He finished the reset and keyed the system.  "House Command:all lights on."

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The cop opened the closet door.  A moment later everything got a little brighter and there was laughter.  

"Sanders, come look at what I found in the bedroom!"

Melinda heard the officer and stayed frozen in place.  If he wanted her to move, he would need to grab her.

Pawsteps came into the room.
"Sanders, look at this! A real tramp must live here.  Two vibrators and bunch of flavored sex lube on the bed."

"Is that all?  I thought you had something exciting.  I don't care if the lady is the town bike or not."

Melinda looked at Jimbo, who was showing all his teeth.  "Please, Jimbo.  Please don't get us caught!" she whispered in his ear.

The Tin Badge closed the door.  They heard pawsteps walking away.  "Hey, you hungry?  I found a bunch of pizza in the fridge."

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The cubs sat in complete silence, not moving, barely daring to breathe.  Emily was the first to move, silently sliding out from under the blankets and locking the closet once more.

She heard a sound from outside the closet.  *BEEP, BEEP* "Oven is preheated." *BEEP, BEEP*

"I think it's safe to come out," said Emily.

Jimbo slid out from under the blanket and went to the closet door, listening. He cautiously unlatched one door and cracked the closet open.  

From outside the bedroom, he heard "*BEEP* SANDERS/DAWSON, What is your status? *BEEP*"

"*BEEP* This is Sanders. Onsite, securing unit 12a to protect SWAT rear guard.  Home is empty, securing the location in case criminals come home. *BEEP*"

"*BEEP* Acknowledged, Sanders.*BEEP*"

Jimbo closed the closet again, sitting quietly.  All of a sudden he sniffed the air deeply.

"Gods damn! Do you smell that?" he whispered indignantly.

"Sorry," said Melinda miserably.

"Not you. Those bastards are gonna eat our pizza.  I can smell it in the oven!"

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Sanders sat down on the couch.  "Dawson, check the back of the fridge. See if there is any beer to go with the pizza."

"No. Just cola, Choco-milk, and some juices."

"Grab me a cola while I look for the remote control," said Sanders.

The rookie came out with two cans of cola, with a soypaper plate of pizza.  He handed over the drink and sat down on the couch.

"Saviors nutsack!  Look at that shit!  These rutting trash eater criminals have a top dollar sim-deck!  They can't pay the full ride for rent but they have a nicer deck than I do!" Dawson complained.

"Nah, look at the sticker. It's a loaner from the library."

"I'm checking the movies." The younger cop went through the boxes, tossing them on the floor carelessly.  "Rut. No porno. Just cub's movies."

"What, did you wanna watch 'Billy rides the red rocket' and spank it in front of me?" asked Sanders.

"Don't knock it 'til you try it.  I just tell 'em all that I like blowjobs.  One muzzle is as good as another," said Dawson

"Then what?  You start sucking on some otherfurs pecker like a fem? Or bend over for a male?" asked Sanders, his expression hovering between surprise and horrified curiosity.

"Nope.  I get off two or three times then leave," said Dawson.

"Gods, your 'little black book' contact list must have hundreds of furs who won't pick up the phone for you," said Sanders.

"There is more to replace 'em all the time.  Worst case I stick to dating bunnies. Horny as hell. You flash a badge no one says shit. I got two longears cleaning my place for free over their father's parking ticket that I didn't feel like turning in anyways.  So many kits they can't afford to keep 'em fed.  Momma so much as offered any two bunnies I wanted for a month.  I had a case of expired noodles starting to mold. I gave it to her instead of trashing it. Now I got bunnies draining my balls so often it hurts."

"Pretty damn sad.  How hard is it to wear a condom? Stupid-ass bunnies," said Sanders, flipping channels to a late night action movie.

************
Jimbo sat by the door, listening to the Tin Badges eating their food, watching their Tri-D and acting like they owned the place.  

He wished they would get the hell out.  They had already been in here for hours.
Jimbo heard a smothered whine and found Melinda bent over, paws in her crotch, tears running down her muzzle.

He caught a scent of a bit of strong smelling urine.

"What's wrong, Melinda?"

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!  I can't hold it any more, I gotta pee so bad! I couldn't stop it and it's coming out!" she whispered.

Emily pulled out a small plastic cylinder with a wide mouth from the med-kit and unfolded it.

"Melinda, pee in this, it a 'mergency pee potty."

"If I move I'll pee everywhere."

"I'll help you," said the little possum, holding the opening over Melinda's cunny.
"Go ahead."

Once Melinda started there was no stopping, the potty container quickly filled up three-quarters of the way.

Melinda looked away from Jimbo, not meeting his eyes, tears flowing, but keeping silent.  The skunk swallowed hard then whispered "Please Jimbo, you can spank me or beat me or do anything you want but please don't make me leave! I'm so sorry I was bad!"

Jimbo grabbed her up and scent marked her with his chin and chest.  "No leaving, no beating, no spanking, Strawberry.  Tin Badges did it.  We'll just wash the blankets tomorrow."

"I'll clean it up really good, I promise! I'll never have a accident again.  I'll be really good I-"

Jimbo cut her off with an insistent "shush" and put Melinda in his lap, hugging her until she stopped crying.  He sat with her facing him and groomed her with his claws until she relaxed; finally drifting off to sleep. 

Emily pulled out another urinal and used it herself, showing that Melinda wasn't the only one who needed to potty.  Jimbo tapped her with his tail, and he whispered "Emily, I gotta go too, but I don't want to set her down.  If she wakes up she might make noise. Help me out?"

The little possum took her brother's cock in hand, aimed it and gave a thumbs up.  She held both his pecker and the pee-pee container while he pissed.  When done she sealed up the containers and put them in a bag, while they waited for the bastards with badges to leave.

**********

"*BEEP* Sanders, this is onsite. Sitrep? *BEEP*"

"*BEEP* Onsite, this Sanders.  Quiet as a temple mouse on a deathlist hiding from the reaper.*BEEP*"

"*BEEP* Sanders, be advised: we are pulling out.  Shooting was not renter involved.  'Promise Jon' moved out.  Bad actors didn't get a change of address form.  Current tenant is a Housing employee who moved in this morning. *BEEP*"

"*BEEP* Acknowledged.  Moving out. *BEEP*"

Sanders grabbed the remote and powered off the Tri-D set that was about to finish a crazy fight scene; the two canids were mating, knotted and killing enemies via 'gun-fu' while rolling around and rutting.

When the set shut off (just before the heroes had a completely unlikely triple play of 'concurrent orgasms' and 'boss fight victory') the rookie screamed and threw his near full soda can at the Tri-D, cracking the screen.

"Dawson, what the hell was that for? We gotta leave anyway. Why break their shit?"

Reaching down, Dawson grabbed the sim-deck player and charging cord.

"What are you doing?"

"These trash eaters don't deserve a sim-deck this nice. Besides, this Tri-D is a Woolt-Mart piece of shit anyways. I had to save up six months for my vid unit.  This will look better on mine."

Shaking his head, Sanders led the way out, sealing the Mag-lock on the door as they left.

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The cubs waited in the closet for half an hour before Jimbo allowed Emily to search the house.  The cops were all gone.

There were dirty plates, pizza crusts, and cans of soda all over.  The Tin Badges stole the sim-deck and broke the Tri-D screen, which was distorted.

Leaving the mess, Jimbo locked the deadbolt and they all went back to sleep. His last thought was "I hope Mr Kuzma isn't mad at ME for all this," remembering the badly beaten bunny earlier in the week at the library.

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The next morning, all three cubs woke up late.  The girls got up earlier, used the toilet, and went back to sleep.  Jimbo got up, used the bathroom, ate cereal, then, stomach tight with fear, picked up his cell phone.

He pulled out the business card; for a moment hesitated, considering whether to call the "video tech contact" instead.

Jimbo stopped, looked out the window and saw a Muni police cruiser rolling past the moving truck outside of 19a.  The Tin Badges would be around for a few days "patrolling".

"Grow some nads, Ome!" Jimbo told himself, dialing the number.  The phone rang several times, then was picked up.

The possum's stomach did flip-flops from nerves as he recognized Kuzma's voice.

"Mr. Kuzma, this is Jimbo Winters from StoryTime at Foxworthy Library."

"Hey boy, did problem with school get fixed?"

"Yes.  But there is another problem." said Jimbo, his voice rising several octaves, almost girlish.  

"The Tin Badges raided our house cause a neighbor-had-a-shooting-and-we-were--" said Jimbo, speaking faster and faster.

"Jimbo! Is shiny.  You take breath. No static.  You tell me problem, we fix together," said the Russian accented badger in a calm voice.

"I live at Greenway projects, in 12a. Last night 19a got shot up.  The Muni's raided all the houses around to 'secure the scene'.  We were hiding in a closet so they don't find out our mom is not here.  The cops ate our pizza, broke our Tri-D, and stole the sim-deck."

"No worries.  We have friends in Muni.  We take care of this for you.  Will have things fixed for you soon. Stay home and wait."

Jimbo hung up the phone, shaking a little from nerves.  He took a sip of his juice, and felt pressure building inside his lower belly.  He raced off to the bathroom just in time to lower the seat.  Kuzma was definitely a scary fur.

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

Dawson heard a noise, blindly grabbing for his cell, not even opening his eyes.  He sniffed the air as he grabbed his phone, smelling a couple bunny scents in his bed.

"H'lo...whozis?" he mumbled half asleep.

"Stop getting buttfucked and LISTEN, rookie.  You need to take back that sim-deck today!  The Union guys are all over me."

"Rut that. Keeping it," mumbled Dawson.

"Rookie, this isn't a silly ass citizen complaint.  Other badges have an interest in this now.  Credits talk, understand?"

"To hell with 'em. They can get their own sim-deck!" 

"Dawson, I'm trying to protect your wet behind the ears ass.  There are badges out there 'getting help' for their families. Serious stuff. Don't throw away brotherhood and sisterhood to the badge for a shiny sim-deck."

"Rut that.  You took stuff before too.  I'm keeping mine."

Sanders thought for a minute.  "I wash my paws on this. It's on you.  I'm requesting another partner."

"Screw you too, you dickless geezer!" said Dawson, hanging up.  His yelling had woken the two preteen bunny does who blinked at him amidst his blankets.

"You, on the left, what's your name again?"

"Mary, sir.  My sister is Jackie."

Dawson needed to piss.  He reached in the flap of his boxer shorts and exposed his cock.

"Great, Marie.  Get over here and open wide."

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Melinda woke, hit the bathroom then started cleaning the mess in the living room.  There were greasy paper plates all over the living room, stale uneaten pizza crusts and soda cans tossed everywhere.

Gathering all the trash she carried it to the kitchen, walking past Jimbo, and tossed it in the trash can under the sink cabinet.

The mess cleaned, she raced out of the kitchen before Jimbo had a chance to say anything to her.  She grabbed the filthy blanket from the master bedroom closet and crammed it in the washing machine.  She knew to throw a tablet in.  Staring at the controls, she pressed the red button and smiled as she watched the tub start filling with water through the open door on top.

Going back to the kitchen, she hesitantly approached Jimbo.  

"I'm really, really sorry.  I didn't mean to pee last night.  I cleaned it all up.  Can you please spank me now so I can stay?"

"No, I can't-"

"Please, Jimbo?  I promise I'll be really really good! I won't cover up when it hurts and I won't cry noisy! I'll never be bad again-!"

"Melinda, I don't want to spank you-"

"Do you want to do a rut on me here?" she pointed to her pussy. "Mom said boys like that! It's shiny. Just please let me-"

Jimbo picked up Melinda and plopped her on his lap, facing him. Before she could desperately try to make another 'deal' he kissed her on the lips.

She stopped babbling, and grinned. Jimbo could see the insides of her ears turning a little pink.

"You're never being left alone, Strawberry.  Certified with a seal.  Even when your mom comes back, we want you here."

"...how come you don't want to punish me?"

"It's just a little pee accident.  The Tin Badges had us trapped."

"Preacher said 'girls who do pee accidents were being bad and willful' and gotta get hit so they learn their place."

"That's bullshit, Melinda.  I don't care what happens. You can go pee all over.  We're not hurting you.  Preacher jerk can go get his ass plowed by a porcupine.

Besides, you're my pretty little skunk, Strawberry.  If you left I couldn't pet that pretty black fur."

Melinda felt her tummy do flip flops until she couldn't stand it and laughed loudly, before grabbing a shocked Jimbo and full on kissing him on the lips."

They sat together, Jimbo holding her while massaging her ears with his tail until she sighed happily.  She rubbed her jaw on his shoulder, then sat up and looked at Jimbo.

"Do I need to suck your pecker now?" asked Melinda.

"No.  But you need to have breakfast."

***********
Columbus picked up his ringing cell phone.
"Yeah?" he asked the caller, a little irritated. It was already 1130 hours and he was trying to head to lunch.

"This is Contact 1.  The rookie refuses to give the thing back. That's from Contact 5, who will be getting a new dance partner.  Funny Alphabet says no payday for anyone til return and restitution to the waitress house in 12a."

"Saviors shit-chute!  I need to pay a big bill, today."

"Contact 9 is pissed.  He's gonna have to cancel his vacation."

"Rut the Rook and 9's vacation.  My cub needs an operation, fast!"

"Everyone agrees, sit down today, asap." 

He dialed his cell.  "This is Contact 4.  Tell the Rookie to get in here, NOW!  I don't give a shit when he works last or next.  Tell him Brass Hat needs him for a special mission.  Special Private meeting in Interview room six with Rookie and up to ten contacts."

***********
Jimbo heard his cheap cell phone ringing.  He ran from the living room to the kitchenette, snatching it up, and answered.

"Jimbo, Crazy Jane here, Baby!  How you and your lil' crew doin?"

Jimbo's ears started to turn hot.  "D-doing shiny.  What's your status?" he stuttered, still thinking how she washed him up.

"You know me, I'm always shiny.  We had a sit-down with the C.B.'s and the Ghouls.  The kicks are out and we have a credstick for you and one for Pepe LePew. We wanna do a meet at 1300 hours to handout sticks before we go quiet."

"Jane, do me a solid.  Call her Melinda.  Or Strawberry.  Some Preacher really rutted her head, telling her she was full of sin and smelly."

"Got it.  Call your lil' girlfriend 'Strawberry'"

He groaned.  Crazy Jane would keep going if he denied it.  "Select." Jimbo thought for a minute.  "We have to stay home today. Got some biz."

"Can you have Lil Possum go?"

"We were told to wait here today.  Maybe I can send Melinda.  It's not far.  Let you know if we have any problems."

"Shiny.  We'll be waiting.  Later."

***********

Dawson walked in the precinct, and was flagged by the front desk.  He'd been woken by dispatch, told to come in now or clean out his locker and look for another job.

"Dawson, shower up and dress blues, now.  Brass Hat's orders.  Then go to interview 6." said the weasel working the front desk.

He walked into the shower, soaked down, put some furwash in his headfur, and started to lather up, eyes closed.

Something cold touched the side of his face; he felt a jolt and all his muscles locked up at the same time. He fell over. His muzzle was taped shut, a bag was thrown over his head, and he was ziptied.  A minute later, multiple sets of paws carried him, still naked, down a hallway.

Dawson was getting mobility back when he was thrown in a metal chair, zip tied to it.  The bag was ripped off his head roughly. The duct tape sealing his muzzle was torn off, pulling his fur out with it.

He was surrounded by a group of other officers, of various species.  

A black bear, Road Supervisor Columbus came over.

"Rookie, sorry about this but you need to know how serious this is.  We NEED YOU to give back that sim-deck. Today."

"No.  It's mine and I'm keeping it!"

"Dawson, look around you.  Everyone is missing payments today.  You are hurting everyone over a sim-deck."

"Screw off.  I'm keeping the rutting deck.  Everyone else in this room has taken something before. This is my turn."

"Hey, it's shiny.  Just give it back so we can all get paid.  Some of us are hurting real bad.  I will buy you a new sim-deck from my own pocket next Friday. I need you to give this one back."

"No."

"Dawson, my son had a bad eye replacement.  He needs an operation, I gotta pay TODAY.  Williams is helping his mother.  Work with us."

"Rut you, rut Williams mother, and your little fluffer brat can suck my dirty asshole for all I care!  I'm keeping the sim-deck!"

The bag was placed back over Dawson's head. He heard whispers all around, then someone went running out.  Dawson felt his paw being untied from the chair and he struggled to get it free.

Three or four sets of paws pinned it down, and he was cuffed to the table's metal bracket in the center, meant to control suspects.

The door opened again and something heavy dropped onto the table.  His paw was put on top of something smooth and cold, oddly shaped, flat on top.

"Dawson, are you gonna force us to do  this?" asked Columbus. 

"No, it's shiny.  I'll pay for your cub to get his eye fixed.  Send him over tonight.  I'll give him 10 credits for every load of mine he swallows."

"LITTLE PIGGY WENT TO MARKET!" yelled the enraged bear.

There was a sickening meaty sound, like a tenderizer mallet hitting a cut of feral meat. A searing pain shot through Dawson's paw, from his little fingertip; he screamed, a high pitched sound uglier than any Tri-D horror movie "scream queen" could utter.

The mallet came down on the same finger a second time, higher up on the next joint, in time with the next line of a nursery song. 

"THIS LITTLE PIGGY STAYED HOME!"

Dawson bent over, trying and failing to pull his paw back towards the center of his belly.  He was weeping from the searing pain, screaming.  Near his paw he felt a vibration and heard an extremely loud metallic ringing sound, reminding him of old western movies.

"Starting to look like Roast Beef, rookie!"

"No! Stop!  I'll give it back! I'll give it back!"

They dialed a cell phone and put it on speaker.

"Kuzma."

"Rookie says he'll give it back."

"Put him on."

A cop tore the bag off Dawson's head.  The rookie looked at his paw and saw a mis-shapen little finger lying on an anvil, next to a ball peen hammer with an "evidence" sticker and case number on it.

"Dawson!" shouted a voice from the phone.  

Calming his sobs and sniffling, he replied "Yes?"

"What you doing with the stolen sim-deck?"

"I'll give it back!"

"Da.  Is good.  Give it today.  You give your Tri-D set too, and gift card for pizza."

"I'm not giving that tramp waitress my Tri-D set! It took me six months to save up for it!"

"Contact four.  Looks like Rookie need more time.  If this fails, tell me.  I will visit him."

The bear picked up the hammer.  One of the other officers, a grim faced Cheetah, bent over and vomited loudly in the trash can. The room was filled with the scent of sweat, fear and the sour smell of a bad stomach.

"No! Wait! I'll do it! I'll give her the Tri-D!"

"Da! Very good, Dawson!  You feeling how good helping others is?  You help other fur, you helping self too.  Good for soul."

There was a pause.  "You go to 12a today.  You drop off sim-deck, Tri-D, and pizza gift card. You say sorry.  All working when done.  Understand, Cyka!  If not done, you be next Diver Dan." The call disconnected.

The bear uncuffed Dawson.

"Terrance, if you're done puking, take him to the clinic.  Wait for him to get patched up.  Make sure he drops off the sim-deck, Tri-D set and pizza gift card at 12a."

*************
"You want me to go all by myself to the library?" asked Melinda

"Select. We got asked to stay home because of the sim-deck."

"Who asked you to stay home?"

"We go to 'StoryTime' at the library.  They loaned us the sim-deck.  I told them it was stolen.  They told us to stay home today."

Melinda swallowed, but stood up straight.  "I can do it, Jimbo.  I'm almost six!"

"You won't get lost or be scared?"

"Select with a cert! I'm not too little; skunks are a little short sometimes. I'll get ready."

Melinda grabbed Emily by the paw and dragged her to the bathroom.  

"Will you help me brush my fur?" she asked.

"Select!  Well make your fur pretty and smooth."

Stripping down, Melinda grabbed a soft bristle brush and stroked her front while Emily did the back.  They brushed and brushed until the striped skunkette had shiny bright fur all over.  

"Emily...is it shiny for me to use this?" asked Melinda, holding up an older bottle of  strawberry scented body spray.

"Select. It smells good."

They applied the spray, giving her a mild  scent of strawberry. Finally the skunk's tail was brushed until it gleamed.
Melinda put on a pair of white cotton panties with red heart designs and mini skunks.

Exiting the bathroom, she found Jimbo in the living room.  When she entered, he stared, surprised at how the shiny black fur offset her bright green eyes.  The possum scented the air and picked up a subtle fruity scent mixed with Melinda's own clean smells.

"Jimbo, will you tell me I don't look ugly?"

"You DO look pretty, Melinda.  Your fur is so shiny and bright looking, and I can tell from here you smell clean. Like strawberries."

She stood on her toes, arms going straight in excitement, smiling, and ran to Jimbo.  Jumping on his lap, she almost knocked the wind out of him.  Grabbing his muzzle, she pulled him down and kissed his cheek.

Emily smiled and started a sing-song rhyme.  "Jimbo and Melinda, in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-"

Jimbo picked up Melinda and kissed her on the lips. "Emily, come over and I'll kiss you too."

She stuck her tongue out at her brother. "You're no fun."

Melinda leaned over and whispered in Jimbo's ear, "If you let me be your girlfriend I'll suck your pecker everyday, anytime you want."

"Melinda, I'm older than you."

"Not a lot.  I'm almost six now."

"You can do a rut here if you want," said Melinda, pointing to her pussy. "Just don't make it hurt too much." 

"Why do you keep saying that?"

"Mom told me boys like that a lot.  That's why Preacher was going to make me do it.  Mom said his pecker was too big and it would hurt lots and my pussy would bleed.  But you are my size so it's shiny," Melinda said, grabbing Jimbo in a hug and holding him.  "Just promise you will pretend sometimes I'm not smelly and ugly so my heart feels better."

Jimbo stood up, carried Melinda to the bathroom, in front of the mirror. 

"Look how shiny your fur is.  It's very dark and black and very bright white and shiny all over.  Look at MY fur.  I look like a long furred rat that needs a fur trim.  Your fur is WAY more pretty.  Your bright green eyes make me wish mine were the same.  When you smile it feels like the lights get brighter."

She gave him a tight hug, and he scent marked her head with his neck and chin.

"Come on, Strawberry, you have a meet at the library.  Get some clothes on.  I'll have to give you a stick to beat all the boys away."

Melinda blushed, her ears turning bright red inside.  Jimbo set her down, and she ran to the bedroom and quickly put on a pink dress and ran back to the living room.

Jimbo came over, and put his gray hoodie on Melinda, pulling the front open to display the inside breast zip pockets on the reversible red side.

"When you get the credsticks, zip them in the pockets so you don't lose them."

"Select.  I will," said Melinda.

"Do you remember where it is?" asked Emily.

"Select.  I'm big, I can do it!" Melinda said excitedly, smiling at Jimbo.

**********
Terrance walked with Dawson into the nearest clinic.  The coywolf was cradling his broken paw in the other.  He walked past an on-duty cop talking to two canid cubs and a nurse.

"OK, so your little brother was attacked in the men's room?  Name's Dakota?"

The older boy, a canid around fifteen years old, nodded.  
He leaned in close and very quietly said, "Cody was going into the stall to piss, and this jerk forced the stall open, and called him a cunt when he saw his vagina. The jerk said to get out of the men's room. He grabbed my brother's arm, pulled him off the toilet mid-piss, and threw him out of the stall."

"Were you there? Umm…" the cop checked his notes. "Kyle? Did you witness the assault?"

"Yeah.  I was about to jump and knock his teeth out when he popped blades from pawtips and kicked Cody in the stomach.  We backed off."

"Smart move.  You look unarmed...  Wait a minute, did you say vagina? What do you mean by that?"

"Vagina. Pussy. 'Mound of venus'. You know, privates that aren't penises," said Kyle. "My brother is intersex, he has a vag."

"What?? So it's your SISTER."

"No, he is a boy."

"With a dick?"

"No, a pussy.  Sits to pee. That's why he used the stall."

"Why not use the ladies room?"

"That's for GIRLS! I'm a BOY. B-O-Y!" said Cody.

The cop looked at the nurse, giving a paw-sign query 'psych ward?' and getting a headshake. She silently mouthed 'vagina' pointing at the victim and nodded 'yes'

"Shiny...  Were there any major injuries?

"No, but we came to make sure the baby isn't in danger."

"What baby?" asked the coyote.

Kyle looked embarrassed.  "My brother is pregnant."

The nurse nodded agreement again.

Dawson kept walking.  He needed his paw fixed.  He was glad he didn't need to do the paperwork for that call.

************
Melinda walked out of the duplex trying to stand tall.  She kept swinging her arms like she was strutting until the door closed.

Once she was out of sight, she walked a little slower, keeping her arms in.  She cautiously looked around herself.  Across from duplex 12a, the shot up house had a moving truck out front.  The neighbor was running in and out, throwing items in the back of the truck in a rush.

She headed towards the exit, looking around.  Down the lane a skunk family was out front of their own duplex, a mom and daughter jumping rope. A couple boys were riding old bicycles, made up of different colored parts.

Going out the entrance she passed by a group of three furs, two weasels and a raccoon, all a little older than Jimbo.  A weasel waved, and Melinda waved back.  This wasn't her home, she needed to be nice to everyone.

She walked down the street, and she heard pawsteps behind her.  She turned, and saw the raccoon was following her.

"Hey, Little skunk, how's it going?" he asked, smiling at her.

"I'm shiny.  What's your status?"

"I'm doing good.  I ain't seen you before. You new?"

"My boyfriend lives there."

"Ohhhh! Little skunk got a guy.  Good job.  What's his name? Maybe I know him."

"Jimbo."

They passed by the outer entrance of the projects.  A house next to the project was an ancient brick building with a rotting wooden porch and a decrepit low brick wall.  The bushes in front of the wall were wildly overgrown. 

Melinda was surprised when the raccoon stopped by the bushes.  "Pause for a second," he said, one paw absentmindedly rubbing his chest.

"Are you 'really' Jimbo's girlfriend? You look his little sister's age."

"I WANT to be his girlfriend. He didn't say 'No' so I think so; and I'm almost six! He is only nine, so it's shiny."

"What's your name, little skunk?  I'm Bobby."

"I'm Melinda."

Bobby took a step behind the bushes.  She wondered if he was going to pee, but he waved her over.  She cautiously took a sniff, but could not scent anyfur else nearby.  She stepped closer and he bent his head closer to hers.

"I can help you; I can tell some secrets about boys.  If you try what I say Jimbo will love it!  He'll want you to be his girl forever."

"What secrets?" 

"He will want to see your panties.  A real girlfriend can show them but you have to do it right."

"What is the right way?"

"Act like it's an accident.  Then let him really see and touch under them.  Try it."

Bobby looked down at her dress, waiting for her to lift her dress up

"I'll try it with Jimbo.  What else?"

He reached down and unzipped his pants, pulling his softened cock out. 

"Boys like it if you touch their dick.  If you rub on the bottom it feels great."

Bobby grabbed her paw and pulled it to his cock, but Melinda pulled away.

"I don't want to touch you. I don't even know you."

"Just one more thing."

Melinda nodded.

"Come closer," he said. Melinda didn't move.  Bobby smiled, "Sorry, not trying to do anything bad.  If you don't come over I'll feel embarrassed."

She was getting suspicious but he hadn't hurt her or been mean.  She knew about everything he was telling her already. Maybe he had some new thing to teach?

She came closer and he pushed down on her shoulders.  "Open your muzzle. I want you to suck it so it gets bigger." He pushed harder and she was eye level with his pecker.

"Come on, suck it. Hurry up."

"No. I don't want to.  Let go."

He grabbed her ear and pinned her head in place and started trying to pull her mouth near him.

"Come on, you discount skunk slut, suck my cock!"

"Please stop being mean, I didn't do nothing to you!" asked Melinda.

"From the way you reek that rutting pervert Jimbo must be desperate," Melinda felt stupid.  She should have expected other furs to act like this to her.

"His whore sister must be tired of sucking his faggot pussy cock."

"Don't you say that about my friends!" she yelled, taking a swipe at his pecker, claws out.  He batted her paw away, and pulled her up to her foot paws.

She swung, hitting him in the chest and he screeched in pain, slapping her in the head.

"Bitch!" he snarled.  She could see a large bandage on his chest, near his shoulder.

He grabbed her neck.  Melinda tried pulling his paws away but he was way too strong.

"Please, stop hurting me! Do you want me to take off my panties?"

Bobby released his hold on her neck, but held her arms, below her shoulders.

"Lift me up on the wall.  You can touch it if you are nice."

He lifted the skunk up onto the wall, and she lay down on her back. 

"You can look and touch and lick but take my panties off first."

Bobby started breathing heavy, and Melinda scented excitement coming from him.

He slid his paws under her dress, between her legs and she closed them tight. 

"No! Panties off first," she said, guiding his paws under her dress to the sides of her hips. He pulled her white 'skunk love' panties off by the waistband and laughed, tossing the underwear at her.

"Skunks and hearts?  'skunk love' ?  Who is gonna love a skunk? You're just a reeking cum dump."

Baring her teeth, Melinda lifted her dress, spreading her legs wide.  Bobby leaned down close and sniffed.  He stuck his tongue out.

"Look closer… you rutting trash eater!" said Melinda, angling her butt, and spraying Bobby dead in the face.  His paws shot up, clutching his eyes, as he started to scream, cough and puke at the same time.  Melinda drew back both footpaws and double kicked him in the face, sending him falling back.

Rolling to the side, she got on all fours and leapt off the wall, out onto the sidewalk, and raced across the street without looking.  A car slammed on its brakes, just barely missing her as it stopped, blasting an air horn.

The driver rolled down the window, as a blinded coughing, choking and screaming raccoon rolled out of the bushes.  Melinda risked a glance backwards.  Poop!  The car that almost hit her was a police cruiser.

Ignoring the yells to "Stop!" She continued on all four paws like a feral and raced as fast as she could down the road.

***********

Emily grabbed Jimbo by the paw.  "You're coming with me."

"Why?"

Leading him to the master bedroom, let go of his paw, and lay down on her back, opening her legs.  

"Jimbo, I want you to lick and suck my boobies and cunny!  Melinda sucked your pecker 'an you fell asleep.  I licked her cunny, and she fell asleep. I had to touch myself."

Jimbo lay down on the bed next to his little sister, both still naked from the previous night.  

He reached over and kissed her, a deep "movie kiss" that touched tongues before pulling away for a moment.

"Next time you wake me up, query?"

"You looked tired.  I didn't want to."

"Cancel.  Next time wake me up.  I'll lick you both," he said, reaching out and pulling her head closer.  Instead of going for a kiss on her mouth, he moved up, licking the top edge of her ear.  

Emily giggled. "That tickles!"

He paused. "You want me to stop?"

"No!" she said, laughing, moving her ear closer.  Jimbo licked her ear tips again, she laughed a little, then settled in, enjoying the sensations. 

Emily wanted more touches, and reached up and moved Jimbo's paws to her nipples. He gently rubbed in circles then moved his paws back upwards, making her whine.

"Jimbo, please touch and lick my boobies! It feels so good!"

Jimbo moved his paws down, then back up again. 

"Stop teasing.  Please lick my boobies, Jimbo."

He moved away from her ears, gently moving down, licking her neck.  Emily lifted her chin, giving him access. Her breathing hitched for just a moment.

"Oh, keep going!" she said, opening her legs a little wider.  

Jimbo started moving his mouth back up, and Emily put her paws on top of his head and pushed him down.  He started licking downwards, making huge circles around her nipples, making her squirm to get contact.

Finally relenting, his mouth swooped in, licking one nipple, making his little sister moan.

As he licked, he felt her tail slide across his butt and underneath to rub against his balls.  

"Please lick my cunny.  I'll tailrub your pecker.  Please lick it."

Jimbo moved upwards and Emily moaned. "No! Please lick my itchy pussy, Jimbo!"

He kept moving up, kissing Emily, then quickly diving down.  He licked her tummy, and she tried to squirm upwards, but he moved with her. 

Frustrated, Emily kicked her legs up and around the back of Jimbo's head, shoving her pussy into his face.  She reached down, spreading her own lips.  Jimbo got a scent of her cunny, and dove in.

He started to lick while she gave him a tailjob, sliding up and down his pecker. 

Emily moaned out, "Please do the bump! It's ready for licks!"

He started licking her clit, her hips moving in time to his long strokes.

Emily was getting more and more excited.  She could feel her twitches getting closer.

"Oh! It's coming! My twitches are getting-"

Jimbo stopped licking completely, waited and gave two licks.

"No! No stop! Don't stop!"

He gave another two licks, and he was surprised when she grabbed both sides of his head firmly, and rolled to the side forcing him to roll on HIS back.

Straddling his muzzle, Emily jammed her pussy down on his muzzle, yelling "Lick it harder!" while bouncing.

Jimbo licked furiously while grabbing her hips; in her excitement she blocked his airway, and he lifted her up a moment to breathe.  

Emily grabbed his head, mashing his muzzle into her slit as she yelled out.

"It's happening! The Twitches are COMING! UH! UHH! UHHHHH!"

Jimbo's pecker was hard, but he just lay there stroking Emily's fur as she recovered.  

"You're a great big brother.  Thank you for giving my cunny twitches, Jimbo."

"It's shiny.  Gotta take care of my lil sis.  I want you to touch me too, when you're ready."

"Select," she said, then Jimbo saw her close her eyes and tilt her head to the side, thinking.

"Jimbo, is sexplay 'brotherly love'?"

"No, I think that means just hugs or something."

"So sexplay is like boyfriend and girlfriend? Or mommy 'an daddy stuff?"

"I think so.  But it still feels good."

"Can we still do it?  I don't want Melinda to be sad or mad… but I like touches and licks on my cunny."

Jimbo took a breath to answer when he heard a loud knock at the door.  He got up, ran to the front door and hit the camera viewscreen.

***********

"Em, keep quiet!" Jimbo whispered.  "They look like Tin Badges!"

He saw a coywolf in a clean new t-shirt and jeans, holding a Tri-D set, one paw in a cast. There was a similarly dressed cheetah standing behind him.

The coywolf pressed a button, and the loudspeaker came to life; it hadn't worked in years, since the house lights stopped working right.

"Hello? Anyfur home?  I brought your sim-deck back.  I'm sorry!" said the coywolf.

"Mother-rutter!" whispered Jimbo.  "That's the trash-eater that was in the house last night and ate our gods-damned pizza!"

They both dropped to all fours and slinked away from the door, heading for the master closet.  The door was knocked on again.  Emily jumped, startled when the doorbell chime worked.  They carefully snuck into the closet, hiding.  

Jimbo called Mr Kuzma.  The phone only rang once before someone answered.

"Hello, Jimbo.  You still waiting at home?"

"Mr Kuzma, the Tin Badges are back at the door!  The cocksucker that stole the sim-deck and ate the pizza is knocking!"

"Jimbo, is shiny.  I send him there.  You let him in, he fix everything.  You tell me if he apologize good for you, Da?"

Jimbo paused.  Was the cop there to help? Or had Jimbo irritated Mr Kuzma?  Was the Tin Badge going to off him and Emily?  He saw movies where the "big bad" executed problems at the blink of an eye.

All Jimbo could do was roll with it, maybe buy Emily time.

"Is okay, you open door.  I promise is OK.  Da?"

"Da," said Jimbo, "thank you, Mr Kuzma." He hung up the cell and threw on a really long shirt.  

"Emily, get dressed, quick, in case you need to run.  Take my knife and holdout.  If anything goes bad, get to the Trash Pandas."

A few minutes later, Jimbo unlocked the door, standing back, ready for anything.

The coywolf stepped inside.
  
"Hi, is your mom home?"

Before Jimbo could speak, Emily piped up. "Mom is working overtime at the restaurant 'cause another waitress called in sick.  Our babysitter will be here soon."

"I'm a cop, we were here last night to protect your house and by mistak-"

"You stole the sim-deck and ate the rutting pizza by mistake?  How the rut do you go in somefur's house and heat up their food, eat it, and break the rutting Tri-D?"

"Don't you rutting sass me you trash-ea-"

Jimbo's phone rang.  He answered the 'unknown caller'.  

"Hello?"

"Jimbo, you put on speaker, Da?" requested Kuzma

Quickly hitting the button, Jimbo swallowed, trying to fix his dry mouth.  "Y-you are on speaker, Mr Kuzma," Jimbo took a breath and quickly spoke again.

"M-Mr Kuzma, I'm sorry this is a problem.  Emily didn't do anything… s-so if this is a problem it was all my fault."

"Jimbo, is shiny.  You did EXACTLY what we want. Only one to be angry with is Tin Badge.  Has he apologize yet?"

"He told me they broke in to protect the house, and they made a mistake stealing the sim-deck and breaking the Tri-D. It was an accident to heat up our food and eat it.  And I'm a sassy trash-eater."

"Dawson!  You fix everything now. Then apologize so boy believe you.  If not, all your paws going to have 'roast beef', Da?"

"Select, Mr Kuzma!" said the coywolf, running past Jimbo and setting down the Tri-D set, gagging in pain as he hit his cast.

Jimbo noticed the set was way more expensive than the old one.  Bigger screen, built in 3D smart audio, and a holo-unit.  Like being in a sim, but only visual and sound, overlaid on the real world.

The cheetah entered and grabbed the new Tri-D unit, attaching it to the mount, then removing the old broken set.  The coywolf came over and connected some fiber connectors, then went through the menu.  Jimbo watched as he connected the Tri-D to the house doorbell, house "smart" controls, and the com-unit.

"That's a shiny Tri-D!  Thanks Mr Kuzma!"

"No need.  Thanking Dawson, coywolf with broken paw.  Was HIS Tri-D.  Expensive.  He decide to do right thing and replace broken one, Da, Dawson?"

"Select.  And here is a gift card for pizza."

"You ate our expensive 'pie in the sky' and gave a 10 credit  gift card for 'Valu-city pizza' ?  Don't hurt yourself." 

Kuzma's voice came over the cell. "Jimbo, sorry.  He get wrong card.  You come by tomorrow, I give you 50 credit 'pie in the sky' gift card, Dawson pay me back.  You keep both for trouble, Da?"

Dawson went to the back of the Tri-D and plugged something in.  He made a point of mounting the cables down.

Emily grinned and whispered "Jimbo, that's a lot of take out!  That's so shiny!"

Dawson approached. "I'm really sorry for everything. Are we shiny?" he asked, offering his paw for a shake.

"Yeah," said Jimbo, ignoring the paw.  "So you leaving now?"

Kuzma's voice came out of the phone. "Jimbo, Dawson wanted to tell you he is very sorry, and this will never happen again."

"True.  I won't break your Tri-D or eat your pizza again.'

"Goodbye, Jimbo.  See you tomorrow maybe, Da?"

"See you then, Mr Kuzma. Thank you, a lot,"  

"You and sister best cubs.  Happy to help, Jimbo.  You good boy." The line audibly disconnected.

The two cops left, closing the door behind them.  Jimbo watched out the window as they got in an unmarked car, and drove off.

Inside the car, Terrance was texting when the police radio came to life.  "APB for juvi skunk, spray attack.  Near projects, headed  towards trash town.  Wearing pink dress and gray hoodie."

Terrance spoke up, "We're off duty. Rut it, somefur else can handle it."

"Terrance, I'm gonna get that mother-rutter.  That smartass little possum is going to juvi, and his shit mom is going upstate for delinquency."

The cheetah continued to text.
"Dawson, maybe you should leave it alone.  This Russian seems to like the cub."

"I don't care if he gets butt-rutted by the boy while rim-jobbing the sister's unwiped dirty tailhole.  I'm taking the possums down.  I got a mini cam in the living room, and a logger plugged in the sim-deck.  It's all gonna be forwarded to my account starting tomorrow."

Terrance texted some more.  "Gods, you ever get your wife the wrong size for a gift?  She thinks I'm running around on her."

"No.  I rut whatever is easiest and quietest.  If you want, I got a pair of lil bunny girls you can use.  Early consent signed off by parents, 'open lagomorph marriage'.  Pretty cute for a bunny.  Got an eight and eleven year old.  If you don't rut them enough they go to town on each other."

Overhead, a hovercar ambulance flew by with a roar of engines, making them both look up, surprised.  Those were expensive.

"The SWAT unit would be creaming in their pants to have a gunship like that," said Terrance.  He took a picture before starting to text again 

"...like I was saying, the older spits,but the younger likes to swallow.  I got em both fooled I'm eventually gonna go down on them too."

The cheetah ignored him and continued to type on his phone.

***********************
Melinda ran as fast as she could.  She didn't even dare look behind her. She raced across the street, down the sidewalk.  The first turn she came to she took a right onto a side street.  Her pulse was pounding in her ears and she had trouble listening for pursuit.  She made a quick left turn into an alley and raced down it, past a dingy red and rusty dumpster in a chain link cage.  Up ahead she saw a cruiser turning into the alley, headed her way, creeping slowly.  A quick dive into a doorway, Melinda heard the car getting closer.  The dingy red metal door read 'Foxworthy Apartments' and 'main entrance around front'.  There was a beat up old panel to the side, with a speaker and a button labelled 'ain des'.  She pushed it, and the speaker made a loud beeping noise.

"Yeah, what you want?"

She looked and the camera was missing, ripped wires hanging down from a rusty bracket.

"Han-tsung Noodle delivery for 3rd floor. Customer said to come in this door."

"This is the last time! I told that slot to walk to the front door for deliveries!"

There was a harsh buzzing and she shoved the door open.  As she stepped in, a pair of teen bunnies walked out, holding paws. 

Looking inside, Melinda saw a dirty gray carpeted hallway, which she entered.  From the other side of the door she heard the telltale "whoop-whoop" of a cop car siren.  Turning left, she ran down the hallway, trying to find another way out.

A few twists and turns later Melinda finally saw an 'Exit' sign on the ceiling.  She raced down the hall, almost bumping into an old shrew leaving her apartment.

"Watch where you're going, you little slot!" she yelled at Melinda.  As she approached the exit, she saw a circular mirror on the wall.  

There was the exit, with a cop visible, talking to a sheep working the lobby. She spun, and ran the other way before he saw her.

She raced directly away from the entrance, hoping to find another way out.  Running down the hallway, she kept an eye on the ceiling for "exit" signs.

A quick left, then a right turn, she was searching for the outside wall of the apartment, hoping to find an exit that wasn't alarmed. 

Stopping to rest, she heard the familiar beeps of a cop radio up ahead and stopped.

Glancing around, she saw only apartments and one door labelled 'Laundry/Basement'.

She ran through the door, finding herself in a room of washing machines and clothes dryers.  Looking at the wall she saw a map.  Running up and checking, Melinda found she was trapped!  Both exits had cops.  Maybe she could hide ?  Change appearance ? Running to a dryer that was finished, she dug through, throwing clothes on the floor.  Nothing.  A second dryer, she found a blue dress a size too big but she could wear it.  There was a window in the door, getting changed here would be risky.  Even with a new dress, how many skunks are in the building?

Melinda took the door to the basement and ran down the gray tiled steps, one paw on the railing.  She got to the bottom and looked around.  No exit down here she could see, just a concrete room, a bunch of pipes and the heater thing.  A workbench nearby was cluttered with wrenches, screwdrivers and other tools.  She looked at the furnace unit.  There was a hatch on it.  There were pipes leading away.  Movies always showed somefur hiding, moving through pipes.
 Melinda took off the hoodie and wrapped the stolen blue dress in it. If it got dirty it would attract attention.  She took off the pink dress and stayed naked except for shoes.  She started looking at the air ducts but they were way too small.  Maybe she could hide inside?  Til the Tin Badges went away?  She opened it up, and found nearly no room.

"What in the name of the gods are you doing down here naked, girl?" demanded an older voice.  

Melinda spun around and saw an older alpaca standing at the bottom of the stairs, wearing blue overalls, holding a new furnace filter.

"...I was playing 'hide and seek' with my friends and I don't want my clothes dirty.  I was gonna hide in there," she said, pointing to the furnace and air vents, holding up the pink dress.

"You can't fit in there! That only works on Tri-D. Not even a mouse can get in there.
That's the furnace and air conditioning.  All the air in the building goes through that, fans inside are dangerous."

The alpaca peered at her. "I don't recognize you. Where do you say you live?"

"My aunt lives in 3a."

"There is no 3a here. Are you in trouble?  Is someone trying to hurt you?"

"No."

"I don't know what's going on, but I don't like it.  Get dressed," he said, approaching her. "We're gonna find a safe place for you.  I'm calling Muni."

"No! No bad touching on my privates!" she yelled.  The alpaca backed away, dropping everything he had.  

"I didn't... You stay away from me!" shouted the alpaca, running from the room, back up the stairs.

'I gotta find a crowd to mix with!' thought The skunkgirl.  The homeless furs always said: never stand out.

She looked over, and noticed a fire extinguisher on the wall, below the fire alarm.

She ran up and pulled the lever, folding her ears back.  The sound never came.  No lights.  It was broken.

Quietly going up the steps, Melinda was about to exit the basement, when she heard a shout.

"Who the rut messed with my laundry?  My clean clothes are all over the floor!"

She couldn't get out that way.  It looked like she was stuck.  She needed a way to get everyone out of the building at the same time!

Melinda ran up to the furnace, pulling open the cover.  That tripped some kind of failsafe, and the fan shut off.  But Melinda needed the fan to run; she grabbed some black tape from the workbench and jammed down a button on the cover frame.  The fan started up again.

"Sorry, but I gotta get out!" she said to no one before bending over, butt towards the furnace.

Melinda sprayed as much skunk-spray as she could, right into the fan feeding the air ducts.  She wanted to stop; she instinctively felt like she needed to save some spray.  But the little skunk kept going; this needed to "skunk out" a whole building.

She closed the cover, threw on the blue dress, jammed Jimbo's hoodie on (accidentally) inside out, it was red now, not gray.

She ran up the stairs and waited by the laundry room door.  The air vents started to fill the air with a sinful skunk stench.

Outside the laundry room she could hear yelling from the apartments, all the doors opened.  All the tenants ran out, screaming and yelling about the stink. Several started vomiting in the hallway, only making the problem worse.  She followed the crowd, and everyone, including the cops, ran out of the building, covering their noses.

Finally on the streets again, she walked calmly away towards the library.

"Hey, little skunk!" yelled a voice.  Melinda ignored it.  "Little skunkgirl in blue dress!" 

She turned.  It was a Tin Badge, looking right at her.

A Muni came up to her, looked her over.

"You see another skunk, In a pink dress and white hoodie?"

"Sorry, sir.  No."

The radio beeped. "Confirmed sighting, juvi skunk with pink dress hiding in the basement of apartment complex at 3572 Foxworthy."

He released her after confirming the description of a different colored dress and hoodie.

Melinda casually continued towards the library.

************
"Shit! Dawson, I need you to take a left, on Aqueduct Way."

"Why?"

"Got some biz.  It'll be turbo mode."

They pulled up near the aqueduct, on the edge of a wooded area.

"Come on, help me out," said Terrance, getting out of the car.

"What's going on?" asked Dawson, following him.

"My nephew texted me he got drunk, rode his motor scooter up here, and dumped it in the water.  Do you see it? Edge of the water, near the treeline.  My day-vision is shit."

Dawson put a paw over his eyes, shading them from the sun, looking hard.

"I don't see any-"

He was cut off from any further comment as Terrance finished unloading a revolver into the coywolf.  Five to the back of the head, one to the neck.

*************
There was a knock on the door.  Mary hesitated.  Sir had told her to keep quiet, stay out of the way, and be ready for his cock.

She approached the door.  There was a lady badger there.  The young bunny answered it.

"Yes?"

"You are Mary?"

"Yes, Miss," she said, eyes properly down.  She hoped that Sir would let them stay if this was a new girlfriend.

The badger shoved a piece of paper at her.  "You sign this paper."

The lagomorph looked at it, but there were no pictograms on it.

"What does it say, Miss?"

"Congratulating you.  You marrying Dawson. Being official mate.  If he dying, you getting money."

Mary's expression fell, ears going down.  She hoped Sir would tire of her and she could get a real mate.

"Yes, Miss," she said, signing.

"I backdate this 4 weeks ago.  Here," she said, shoving a copy of the paper, and a pizza gift card at the bunny.

"You tell NO ONE, I was here, Da? 

"No, Miss."

The badger leaned in close. "I hearing rumor Dawson in trouble with bad furs.  Maybe he not come home some night?"

Mary felt ashamed that her ears perked up and she started to smile.  She had to serve the warren. Yes, those shitty noodles were going moldy, but they kept the family from going hungry. She needed to play her role.  Maybe a better mate would come, one who knew her name. Someday.  Who wouldn't slap her for puking up after he pissed in her… ugh.  Gross.  She wished he really was dead.

“Mary, you have nice life. Maybe come to Foxworthy Library for storytime?"

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

Jimbo was curled up with Emily, post orgasm, eyes beginning to shut, her mouth still on his cock, when the doorbell rang.

They got up, both quickly grabbing clothes and getting dressed.  Going to the door, Jimbo saw both Mr Kuzma and Anton, the video tech there.

He opened the door and they walked in.  
Kuzma was holding a new sim-deck in a box.

"Hey, Mladshiy brat.  We here to fix things."

"Why? What needs to be fixed?"

"Jimbo, we hear Dawson put cam in house, spy on your front door.  We fix," said Mr Kuzma.

Androv removed a camera hidden in a wire bundle by the Tri-D set.  Kuzma swapped the sim-deck out, pointing out a tiny accessory in a dataport to Androv.

Finally Androv went into settings and connected the sim-deck to the house command system.

"Mr Kuzma, is that Tin Badge gonna keep coming after us?  I can give him the Tri-D back."

Kuzma smiled.  "No worry Jimbo.  Dawson not needing a Tri-D, he get one at new job. You keep."

Jimbo's tail stood up straight, and he took a step back.

The badger continued. "I hearing Dawson transferred to other sector, he not have time to worry about you. Is good, Da?"

"Y-yes, Mr Kuzma.  Very good."

Kuzma stepped closer.  "Hey Jimbo, I hearing you getting little girlfriend, eh?  Here, you give to her," he held out two more wireless sim-deck interfaces.

"Oh, before I forget," Kuzma reached in his pocket and pulled out a 100 credit gift card for 'Pie in the Sky" pizza, handing it to Jimbo.

"Thank you, Mr Kuzma."

"Is shiny, Jimbo.  You two best cubs. We help you out when we can."

The Russian badger and bunny pair let themselves out.

After they left, Jimbo felt a shudder down his spine.  Dawson was dead.  Jimbo had seen enough spy movies to know that.  Kuzma was ice cold.  Best to stay on his good side.

*****************
Melinda walked in the library, breathing a sigh of relief.  It was dirty, and the carpet smelled moldy, but it was a little safer in here.  The Trash Pandas should be around; they might not consider her a friend, but they should still help her.

"Strawberry! You finally got here. We was startin ta worry a lil bit," said a girl raccoon.  What did they call her? 'Mad Mary?' 'Loony Lorraine?'

"I had trouble!  All kinds.  A raccoon boy named 'Bobby' tried to force me to touch his pecker, then the Muni were chasing me…"

"Hold on, Girl! Crazy Jane is gonna take care of this."

Crazy Jane whistled, and Hot Sauce came over.  "We need a room.  Strawberry had problems."

Without asking another question, five of the Trash Pandas, three Corner Boys and two Polecat Ghouls were in a private meeting room.

"Tell us what happened, Strawberry," said Crazy Jane.

"I was leaving the project to come here, and a raccoon boy started following me, talking to me.  I told him I was Jimbo's girlfriend, and he said he would help Jimbo stay with me.

He asked me to show my panties, and I said 'no'.  He tried to get me to touch his pecker and I said 'no'.. He tried to force me to suck his pecker and grabbed my throat when I fought. He called me a smelly cum dump and a stinking rut-skunk and said no one would love me!

But I tricked him.  I told him he needed to take my panties off first.  He did it, and I sprayed his face when he went to lick my pussy. Then I kicked him and ran away, but the Muni saw him blinded and screaming and started chasing me. 

I hid in a building down the road.  To get out, I changed clothes and sprayed into the furnace and made the building smell like skunk sin.  Everyone ran out and I came here."

The room was silent for a moment.  Crazy Jane picked her up and hugged her.

Hot sauce asked, "What did this raccoon look like?"

"Older than Jimbo.  He had a bandage on his chest," she pointed next to the shoulder. "He seemed to know Jimbo's name."

"Clarence!" said Mickey.  "That mother rutter doesn't learn!"

Melinda looked blank.  Hot Sauce explained, "He was a hang around. He tried to rob Jimbo and touch Emily.  Had a furtat on his chest for the ETP but was not jumped in.  We ripped the tat off him.  He blames Jimbo."

One of the Polecats spoke up.  "Who is this 'Jimbo' everyfur is talking about ? Why is this our biz?"

A Corner Boy answered. "That's the possum who called you a 'mother-rutter', Emily was the lil possum who pulls iron."

"Damn.  This Clarence bitch got no brains.  You want to deal with him or do we get him?"

"This happened in Trash Panda and Corner Boy territory so-" Crazy Jane started to say.

Mickey cut her off.  "He's out of sanction.  NO PROTECTION anywhere.  Anyone who wants him can have him."

"Are you gonna cancel him?" asked Melinda.

The room got silent for a moment.
"What do YOU want, Strawberry?" asked Crazy Jane.

"Don't kill him," she said.

"Sweetie, you don't understand if you don't punish furs lik-" said Mickey, before he was cut off by Melinda.

"Send him to a joy-house for a week so he knows what it's like for somefur to try and touch you if you don't want it."

There were nods around the table.

"Besides. He got his ass kicked by a girl," Melinda finished.  Everyone laughed.

"Ok, other business," said Mickey.

"Melinda, we sold the shoes. The Ghouls and the CB's can sell through contacts.  We are going to be quiet for a couple weeks.

Here is your credstick.  It's labelled with an  'M'. You get 375 credits.  The other is 'J+E'."

Melinda looked shocked at the amount of credits.  "Really?  That much, all for ME?"

"You earned it.  You recognized the tech car.  We would have left with nothing."

They got up, leaving the meeting room.  Melinda was smiling, both credsticks zipped into Jimbo's hoodie. 

As she walked out into the main library, she stopped dead in her tracks, arms and tail going straight in fear.

"...Temple of Purity will be taking OVER this blighted place!  You need to HELP US and Save your Soul!  We will clean up the FILTH that has been growing here like disgusting poisonous MOLD!  We will bring in the-"

Melinda turned her head, neck stiff with fear, just in time to meet the shocked eyes of a brown bear in a business suit. It was Temple Master Braun from the Lady of Purity church.  Once the bear started staring, the Trusted Acolyte next to him (a honey badger) started staring too.

Turning towards the door, Melinda started to flee, but was grabbed by the hoodie and lifted off the ground.  She raised her arms and dropped out of it, but the Acolyte was quick and tripped her.  She landed hard on the dirty carpet.  The brown bear picked her up by the scruff of the neck.  Melinda instinctively brought her footpaws up to kick and scratch, but with shoes on she couldn't claw him. 

"Sinful Harlot!  Repent!" he shouted at her, giving her a shake.

In a panic, Melinda swung her legs up and aimed her butt at the bear.  She tried to spray, but couldn't.  Her glands were empty.

He slapped her, hard. Hard enough to make her ears ring.

"Reeking, sinful, dirty skunk! You dare to try to pollute the body of the followers of Purity? Where is your harlot mother?" said Braun, shredding the front of her dress, exposing her.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I don't mean to be dirty! Please…!"

"Hey!  What the hell you think you doing with that little skunk?!" demanded an onlooker.

"We are the Followers of the Lady of Purity. We will deal with her sinful ways.  These disgusting skunks are corrupted from birth!" the Acolyte said, not looking at the speaker.

"I'll give you 'Sinful ways', Puta!" said the Skunk in the Polecat Ghoul colors, raking oozing claws across the Acolytes fur, then kneeing him in the balls, sending him to the floor, curled in a ball.

"The Harlot shall cover herself like the pure, mark her well that ye may know her wanton ways!" The bear shouted, spraying Melinda with a can of pepper spray, covering her fur with foul smelling orange paint as it blinded her.

Crazy Jane ran up and jumped on the bear, followed by Hot Sauce, Skid-Mark, Lazy-Bob, and Louise.  He threw off Crazy Jane, but the other pre-teen gangers pummeled, scratched, and bit him.

Melinda dropped to the floor, screaming and crying. Her paws were desperately rubbing her watering eyes as she coughed from the pepper spray.  The old Yote pervert ran over, pulled the mostly naked skunk away from the fight, and started pouring water from a water bottle over her eyes.

The Acolyte managed to reach under his coat and pull out a Ruger pistol, before his numb paws dropped it on the tiles.

Braun struggled and reached under his jacket for a Glock.  Multiple paws grabbed at it, sending a shot through a light fixture into the ceiling.

There was a series of loud humming noises as the Trash Pandas turned on their shock gloves.  The bear roared and kicked Skid-Mark, sending him flying into a bookshelf, sending it crashing to the ground

"Shock him!  Don't wait to be clear!" yelled Mickey, grabbing a fire extinguisher from the wall.  

The sound of high voltage zaps cut through the fighting as the Trash Pandas unleashed the shocks into the bear, and each other, at the same time.  They all dropped off as the man’s massive frame came crashing down against the floor.

The old Yote threw his coat over the naked skunk, preserving her modesty, and he continued to try to clear her eyes.

"It's shiny, lil skunk.  We'll get you fixed up. Those bad furs ain't hurting you no more.  We take care of our own."

Mickey brought the fire extinguisher down on the head of the bear after a hard swing. The bear's skull split open, and he started bleeding, unconscious.  His wrist started to flash, and gave an alarm.

"You gonna try to shoot me, mother-rutter? You missed your rutting kill," said the Ghoul, stabbing the honey badger in the side.  The Acolyte's wrist also started flashing and emitting a screeching tone.

Melinda started screaming "Get them outside! Get them outside fast!"

"Why? Let the mother-rutter die!" We the Ghoul.

"The med-screamers! Get them out!"

The Ghouls and Corner Boys were dragging the two cultists outside when they heard a loud sound.  A squarish hoverplane bristling with guns dropped down outside the library in the street.
The aircraft stopped oncoming traffic with a burst of machine gun fire into the street.  A ramp opened and a heavily armed SWAT team jumped out, surrounding several Med-techs from “Rapid-Medico LLC International”

One of the troopers holding an assault rifle opened fire in the air, clearing the street with a full-auto burst.
They raced up, the techs quickly applying bandages, running IV lines on the bear and honey badger. The techs quickly loaded the two patients up.

A Muni cop pulled up, yelling at the group to "Stay where you are!" over the cruiser's loudspeaker.

Both gangers just stared.  Hovercars were rare in this neighborhood; armed medivac teams were never seen.  You needed serious LEGIT credits, or a top rate credit launderer to hire them.

A burst of machine gun fire chopped up the engine bay of the cruiser before the craft lifted off. From set down to liftoff, the carnage lasted about three minutes. 

Mickey and the Ghoul headman looked around at the smoking cop car, chopped up street.

"Hey, Ome"

Mickey looked over. "Yeah, Jason?"

"Give Strawberry an extra 100 credits, on us.  She just saved all our asses."

**************
Melinda's eyes finally cleared and she was able to breathe again.  Crazy Jane put the hoodie back on her, long enough to serve as a dress, before running over to Skid-Mark.  The coyote followed along to try and help.

Jane looked at the old Yote.  "Hey, why did you cover her up?  I thought lil girls made you blow nuts real hard."

"Oh, she's real pretty.  I'd love to show her how long this tongue is. But I didn't want to embarrass her, leaving her naked.  'Sides, she don't want any old Yote.  My tail got too much fur on it for her."

The coyote smiled.  "I'd love to show you too.  But you already taken by the dirty drawers boy," he said, looking down at the semi-conscious raccoon.

"What?  Skid-Mark and me just friends.". The coyote just smiled and said nothing.

Melinda's sense of smell started coming back.  "What is that filthy reek? It's trying to make me puke."

Everyone looked away and didn't say anything.  Looking down, she sniffed herself.

"I'm stinky! 'an my fur isn't clean 'an shiny anymore!  Jimbo... Jimbo said...m-my f-f-fur was pretty 'an I smelled pretty like Strawberries!"

Melinda started to cry again, and ran for the door leading down to the media room and offices.

Crazy Jane called out to her, but was too busy trying to patch up Skid-Mark to chase her down.

Half blinded by tears, Melinda just ran without thinking.  She found herself in front of the office where her and mom slept on the couch.  She pulled the door open, yelling "Mom! I'm all stinky and Jimbo will hate me now!"

She got inside and found herself alone.  She sat on the couch and sobbed.  Why was she so sinful?  She didn't want to be impure!  She tried so hard to follow the rules but it never worked!

Maybe Clarence was right.  She was just a stinky dirty skunk. But Jimbo was so nice. He made her think she was a real furson.  Like everyfur else.

"Is it shiny if I come in?" asked a voice.

Melinda jumped, startled. The office door was open and a white furred fox was poking his head in.  He was peering at her kindly, green eyes full of concern.

Melinda just waited.  If she was in trouble it didn't matter.  She didn't have a way out.  Mom wasn't here, and she would make Jimbo puke from her stench.

She nodded sadly.  It didn't matter.  The fox came in, and she gasped in surprise.  He had WINGS! Like a furry dragon with bat-like wings! And lots of tails!

"Will you let me help you?"

Her surprise at seeing his body mods disappeared. 

"I can't be helped.  I smell bad. My fur is all gross and orange now. Jimbo and Emily won't want me around 'an I'm all alone."

The fox held out his paw.

"Come with me.  We're gonna clean you up.  I'm Thaddeus."

"I'm Melinda," she mumbled automatically.

Melinda got up slowly.  It didn't matter.  If he was calling Muni, she couldn't stop him. She couldn't even get back to the projects now.  She was bright orange and her pretty shiny fur was ugly.

She silently followed.  He turned the opposite way, to an office at the end of the hall, and unlocked it.  They walked in.

"Are you gonna do a rut here 'an make me bleed?" she asked, lifting the sweatshirt to expose her shredded dress and nakedness.

"No.  We are going to clean you up."

He opened a drawer and pulled out a plastic bottle, then opened a medkit and pulled out cotton balls.  

He soaked the cotton balls from the bottle, then started gently swabbing her face.
When her fur was damp from the bottle he motioned her to take off the coat.  She did, leaving her nude.

"The paint is starting to soften already."

She just sat there, saying nothing. He wiped her face off gently, working to clean her up, ignoring the growing expression of sadness.  He pulled out a cell phone and hit a button, holding it out to show her.

"Look.  Your face is clear of the paint."

Melinda looked, and her fur looked closer to normal. She sniffed and the rank smell was still there.

"Let's get the paint off the rest of you so you look pretty again, query?"

A tear ran down her muzzle.
"You don't need to pretend.  If you want to touch me, do it. I'm just a dirty bad rut-skunk," she whispered.

Thaddeus looked at her, tails down, ears folded back.  The wings seemed to draw back.  "Why do you think that?" he asked, gently petting her ears.

"The Lady of Purity said so.  Skunks stink 'cause the sin inside warns the fateful to beware."

"Do others say that?  That you stink with sin? Or just the 'fateful?'"

"No."

"Preacher said to fix my sin he was gonna take my womb eggs out 'an rut me here," she opened her legs pointing to her vagina.

"Mom said his pecker is too big 'an my pussy world rip 'an bleed 'an hurt lots, so we left."

"Did you want him to rut you there?"

"No.  He was always mean. I don't like him.  He always remembered to the church I was ugly 'an bad."

"The Lady of Purity and Passion-"

Melinda gasped and covered her mouth.
"You said the 'P' word about the Lady!  That's a 'enfedel word'!  You can't say that!"

"The 'P' word?  Purity?"

She shook her head.

"Passi-"

"SHHHHHHH! If they'd hear that word they whip you bad!  Don't say it!" Melinda whispered, looking around, eyes wide.

"Melinda, they aren't here.  Can I tell you what that 'P' word means?  It will be our secret."

"You promise not to tell?"

"Select with a cert. I won't tell, ever."  Thaddeus took a breath and continued, "The word 'Passion' means things you care about a lot, and it also means 'sex'"

"Like when the Preacher wanted to make me do a rut?"

"I don't think the Lady would like that.  Almost everyone who prays to the Lady, wants both Purity and Passion.  This 'Preacher' might feel good finishing a rut with you, but it would hurt your body and spirit."

Melinda seemed to be considering his words.

"If you tell me a secret, I'll keep it private.  Do you touch your privates? To feel good?"

Melinda's ears turned pink. "Yes.  But don't tell, query?"

"Select with a cert.  I'll keep it crypted."

"Has anyone else touched you, to make you feel good?"

"I can't tell you."

"If they did, was it to make you happy?"

She nodded.

"Did you make them feel good too? To make them happy?"

"Yes.  They really liked it and had a Special Pee Feeling, but they didn't pee."

"That's what 'sex' is supposed to be like.  Not one furson TAKING pleasure, but two furs SHARING pleasure.  THAT is Passion.  The 'Special Pee Feeling' is Passion. Like love."

Melinda's expression turned sad again.
"I'm too dirty and ugly for that.  Only another dirty skunk might want me like that."

"What's your boyfriend's name?"

"It's 'Jimbo' but I don't think he can be my boyfriend. He's not a skunk. He's a possum."

"Don't you like him?"

The skunk grinned, then her expression seemed heartbroken.
"I really like Jimbo. He treats me like another skunk does. He tells nice lies and says I'm pretty," she thought for a minute. "I wish it were real.  It makes my heart feel good."

"Does he ever say that you are dirty?"

"NO.  He is always nice.  He hugs me and holds my paw…" she lowered her voice to a whisper. "He does sexplay with me and uses his mouth!"

"If you were dirty would he do that?"

"I don't know."

"Now THAT is a 'dirty lie', I think you know better.  Let's get you cleaned up, query?  Then I can take you to Jimbo."

Melinda finished removing the rest of the dye on her fur with the nail polish remover.

"Thaddeus, how come I never seen you before?"

"I work at the main library.  I came here today because… ah… Miss Janet wasn't feeling well. She wants to take time off-"

"Junkie Janet is on the spike," said Melinda, mimicking injecting her arm with a syringe.  

The fox-dragon just stared at how "matter of fact" this single-digit-aged cub spoke about hard drugs.

"She's ridin' the spike with the reaper on bitch."

Thaddeus responded, "I guess death WAS right behind her, with all the heroin and meth she was doing.  The clinic is adding a filter to her kidneys.  She should be back next week."

Melinda finished getting the last of the dye off her fur.  She sniffed the air a couple times.

"Do… I… need to touch your pecker now?  I can tell you want to rut with me."

Thaddeus adjusted the iron rod inside his pants.  
"That would make me feel great.  You are one of the prettiest cubs I've seen. I think I have to say 'No' so Jimbo doesn't feel bad."

Melinda ran up, and hugged Thaddeus.
"You are really nice," she lowered her voice to a whisper, leaning into his ear. 
"If you were my daddy I'd suck your pecker every day. Don't tell anyfur I said that."

They exited the office paw in paw, Melinda covered by the sweatshirt again.

***********

Melinda looked out the window of Thaddeus' car.  They drove right past the Muni's without being hassled.  When exiting the library there were questions.  Crazy Jane wanted to know why Melinda was going with a stranger.  An offer to take a couple of the ETP for the ride made them more trusting.  

In the end, Cabbage Patch rode with them, spending most of the ride complimenting the car, or shamelessly flirting, and asking to see his "Bad Dragon".

They got to the apartment building, and Cabbage Patch walked out to her own place, to see if her parents were home, and drop off some credits to them.

They walked up to 12a and Melinda hesitated.  She reached out for the handle, pulled her paw away.  Twice more, then before she could reach a third time the door unlatched and flew open.

The little skunk took a breath, holding her paws out, to keep them back. "Stay away! I'm all gross and stin-"

She was cut off by Jimbo scooping her up in a hug and holding her.

"Strawberry, Mickey called. I heard you got sprayed. It's shiny."

Melinda started to whimper, but stopped in shock.  Jimbo was using HER FUR to rub against.  To scent-mark HIMSELF like her.

"Don't! You'll smell like me and-"

"Melinda, I. DON'T. CARE.  You will ALWAYS be pretty to me."

The little skunk hugged him, not letting go.

Thaddeus just stood until Emily waved him in and shut the door.  

"Thank you for bein' nice to her.  We really like her, 'an it hurts her when otherfurs are mean."

"She's a great little fur."

"Jimbo really likes her.  He just thinks she's too little."

"She'll grow up and he'll change his mind," said Thaddeus.

Jimbo started a bath, still holding Melinda, who would not let go to be put down.  He dumped in 'Musk Mask Skunk Wash' while Melinda stripped, and the tub filled with bubbles.

Thaddeus quietly made mental notes, while staying silent; this was 'private time' for Jimbo and Melinda, not really a peep show for him.

Emily sniffed the air and smiled. "Do you want to do sexplay with her?"

Immediately his eyes shot open wide, ears folded back, and tails folded down as he sensed danger.

"N-no! She's too little and-"

"I can smell it.  Come on," she took his paw, and led him to her room.  "You are gonna tongue-rut my cunny till I say to stop," she said, putting a headband on him, similar to hers.

The door closed, making quite a few memories, and unknown numbers of furs happy.

*************
"Wolvenstein, look at this!" said the Municipal officer, walking the alley behind the apartment block.

"Why are you a rutting perv?"

"No, look!  These panties say 'skunk love', sized for a cub.  Gotta be DNA on 'em, for the spray suspect. Victim said the attacker took her panties off to spray him."

"Tag 'em and bag 'em.  We'll get them to the lab.  Gotta be a birth record for them from the hospital."

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

"Look at this! I telling you, gold! Full feedback from three of the four!  Possum-girl doing brother, now rutting with full-grown male!  Best seller!" said Miss Sokkova.

Her reply was a loud groan and gasps.

"Serious? Cannot control self for meeting?" she said, watching Androv unleash the fourth load of bunny-spunk into Jackie's eight-year-old mouth.  He had collected both bunnies from the apartment of Dawson, former rookie cop, dead from suicide per the coroner.  With  eleven-year-old Mary's 'husband' dead, Cub Protective Services wanted to grab both bunnies. Androv offered to be a guardian, since the parents couldn't afford to keep them.

A cheap dinner from a noodle shop, a discount movie, and both bunny girls were smiling wider than they had in nearly two months, more than willing to pleasure him, without even being asked.

Biz was biz, but kindness went a long way, sometimes.

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Author's Note:

I would like to thank WaffleSquadron for the use of his characters "Kyle" and "Cody" from his "filling my brother" series (which is great, I'm waiting to see what happens next.  https://inkbunny.net/s/1916924)

I would also like to thank Thaddeus for allowing a cameo of his fursona in the story.  
Thaddeus operates "Writers Crossing", a discord server for writing, and he and WC have immensely improved my writing.
https://discord.gg/ye8WWgx
Thaddeus < Profile | Inkbunny, the Furry Art Community

Acknowledgement-
I need to recognise WaffleSquadron for his aid by editing this, as well as lending an ear to bounce ideas off of.

He's an excellent writer, I recommend his stuff.
https://inkbunny.net/gallery/WaffleSquadron/1/dcee2d2eeb

Thaddeus also has done a beta read on this story...so that means any errors I completely DENY any responsibility.
😁

Readers, I will happily admit: I thrive on comments.  I like it when readers read the things I write.  The "read count" goes up, but I never know if they opened the story by accident, read 2 paragraphs and said "this story is a pile of shit!" and closed it, or read it 73 times in a row and loved it.

Favorites are nice, but it's just a counter.

Comments where readers engage with me (the author), other readers, and the work itself are pure gold.  I always love to see someone say 'I liked it when X happened' or 'why did character A do action X?'

Also: while I do NOT do commissions, requests or ideas are welcomed for anything I write.  I may not use your idea, or might change something up, but ideas are welcome.

Sumdumguy

As always I am on www.Inkbunny.net  (username sumdumguy) and I can often be found at the writers crossing server
https://discord.gg/ye8WWgx

(username sumdumguy).