The hyena’s fingers move with a practiced alacrity over the little nubs of the controller. One, two, three, four jumps and… It’s a miss again.

	“Are you sure this is for real?” Bo asks.

	“It’s true! My uncle works for Nintendo.” Tommy says. He huffs and bounces his little rabbit body when he says it. The soft summer browns were already fading into his winter whites, which enhanced his childish demeanor in the hyena’s eyes. You’d never take him for a middle schooler from his looks or tone.

	“And he told you about it?”

	“He talked to my dad about it and my dad took the game right away! It’s under investigation and everything. ”

	The secret room they were looking for was apparently only accessible under certain conditions. It had to be night in the game and the player character could only have the underpants equipped. From there, the player had to make a complicated series of jumps to enter the only glowing window of a specific apartment building in the third level. Bo decides to give it a few more tries. It was, at least, theoretically possible to hit the window in and of itself. Were it not for the shitty camera controls and the way his control would make the ninja cat drift to the right. If he could get it done, though, at least they could drop it.

	Tommy watches anxiously, letting the more experienced Bo do the work of bouncing between walls and off of flagpoles to send the ninja-cat up through the air. The hyena smiles a broad grin when he finally hits the fire escape beneath the window in question without getting knocked off. From there, it’s easy to air dash into the window itself. What he wasn’t expecting was for it to work.

	“YES!”

	The pair stare wide-eyed at the sight on the little screen in Bo’s bedroom. They squeeze together to lean in close and make sure their eyes were picking up what they thought they were. The secret room was real. The cat had leapt his way into a golden room filled with naked character models. It contained almost every female in the game, from the main character’s mom all the way to the generic street brawlers. Their features were barely visible on the pixels that displayed their naked forms and the obvious polygons that shaped the breasts gave them an appearance more akin to what you’d expect from a robot car than a person. They moved along the ground in the typical floating fashion you’d expect from a video game.

	“I told you!”

	“Quit shouting,” The hyena says back, “My mom will kill us if she sees this.”

	Together the pair just stare at the digital bodies before them. His family had kept a close watch on him for all of the thirteen years he’d been alive. He’d never even seen a real boob in person. These ones make him lick his lips. Mai, the protagonist’s love interest, stands center stage. She’s the one he chooses to focus on, her hour-glass figure only barely moving in her idle stance. Seeing the tiger-like stripes on her back and the handful of pixelated pink squares that he assumes to be a soft, pink pussy, he bites his lip. The controller drifts the main character forward, as if he was going to go over and ravage her.

	As if to show how right he was, the game decides to start undressing the ninja cat as he approaches. First his top-half is revealed, showing his lithe back and broad shoulders to the boys. More of the bright, white fur is revealed when the pants disappear in the same sudden manner. The blocky behind has a single black pawprint on one cheek that draws Bo’s eye right to it. It sends an unexpected tingle through him that matches what he’d gotten from any of the girls. The steps forward reveal a bit of pink visible between his legs.

	“Woah… See if you can turn the camera,” Tommy says abruptly. 

	Bo, confusion and worry visible on his muzzle, turns to check on his friend. The rabbit is hunched forward, still staring at the screen. His shirt does little to hide that his hand is openly inside his pants, rubbing at whatever is inside there. He hardly notices the hyena taking in the sight, or how quickly Bo is to look away, even though the sight forces him to realize the tent in his own jeans. 

	One-handed, he tries to adjust the camera to get a better view of the front of the cat. It was mostly curiousity, he tells himself. The camera is as obstinate as ever, catching on one of the girls and then jumping back when the naked cat drifts a little too far forward. His other hand busies itself trying to get his own cock out of his jeans. That’s as easy as unzipping his jeans and pulling down his boxers to let the hard six-incher rise free. He grips it readily and in a now well-practiced action tugs up and down one time. His eyes drift between the characters on the screen while he does his best to ignore the flexing of the rabbit’s arm against his own.

	“Hey, you have to use both hands to get the camera to go properly,” Tommy again interrupts his train of thought. This time he takes a more direct action. A warm hand presses against the one that Bo’s using to touch himself. On instinct, he pulls back, only to feel a smaller set of warm digits wrap around his member. He looks down in shock to see the unfamiliar hand pulling on his dick. The strange grip is exciting and awkward and he follows the white fur up an arm to see Tommy’s little pink nose twitch in curiosity while he watches it. Noticing his friend’s stare a few seconds later, he turns back to the screen.
 
	Reminded of what he should be looking at, Bo takes the controller in both hands and adjusts the  camera to meet his friend’s request. The foreign warmth sliding over his dick feels like a reward as he holds the character on-screen steady. The camera swings around to reveal a blocky, square dick with slightly pinker pixels near the tip. The cat’s balls blend into his legs, the fur color matching and no shadows to help differentiate one from the other. Instead of that, Bo focuses on the sensation of the hand sliding up and down his member. It twists slightly every time as his rabbit-friend adjusts to the difference between grabbing his own crotch and one blocked by another’s arm. It’s a hot, tingly feeling that leaves his guts churning in a nervous way. Still, the warmth and pleasure from his groin fills some instinct deep inside him. He leans back slightly to give Tommy more room to work. It pays off. The actions get quicker and the grip tighter. He can see how Tommu constantly switches from watching the vague shape of a person on screen to his own turgid member and back. His other hand never stops pulling on the dick still trapped in his pants. 

	Neither of the boys are going for stamina. Both are to caught up in the sensations and thoughts they were experiencing. Bo doesn’t even think to warn his friend it’s coming when he starts to orgasm. Instead, he stifles a grunt, closing his eyes tight and feeling only the warm rush as his dick spits out cum into the strange grasping hand. He lets himself slump backward a little more as the tension of the moment floods out of his body.

	When the hand leaves him, he opens his eyes again to see the shaking, panting form of the rabbit next to him. It’s cute how his mouth opens into a silent yawn as he cums in his pants. The hyena’s afterglow-dizzied brain does nothing to stifle his laughter.

	The sudden reminder of his presence seems to draw the rabbit’s attention and he turns to the hyena with his usual energetic smile. When he raises his hand to do something, Tommy turns to look it over. The cum still stuck to it perplexes him for only a second. He waves the hand at Bo.

	“Uhhh…” the reminder of just what sort of situation fills his head for only a second before the rabbit’s paw wipes over his distracted forehead with terrifying speed.

	“SIMBA!”

	The action earns an instinctive tussle to start between the two, Bo pulling the little rabbit up only to wrestle his larger frame atop the young-looking rabbit. He sits there, pinning Tommy’s arms to his side. It’s only then that he realizes his dick is still flopping out onto his friend’s stomach.

	“Let’s keep this out little secret?” he says, smiling down at the rabbit.