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Maybe some of you with detective kits will figure out what I mean. In the meantime, it’s time for the holiday newsletter! Here’s an update sent in by one of my friends:[/i]\n\nA bell jingled as the store door swung open. The zebra cashier looked up from his textbook with a smile. It was half an hour until closing time.\n\nIn the last few days, Zed had only seen customers looking for gag gifts for bachelor and bachelorette parties, a few silent antisocial furs who shuffled to the counter clutching a single purchase and glaring as they paid as though the cashier was embarrassing them by being there, and worst of all, customers who made excused and quickly shuffled out the minute after he asked if he could help them find anything.\n\nBut on those nights he worked late, Zed, every once in a while, felt he got to be part of something special.\n\nThe black-and-white striped equine tilted his head, his nose ring and single earring jingling, as he squinted at the couple who had just come in. The clerk smiled. He recognized one of the visitors—the taller one, a lanky white rabbit. One of his long white ears was a little crooked at its tip; both of them had a tendency to flop over from the middle.\n\nZed had never seen the other visitor, and he had an inkling why. The skunk’s eyes darted around the few thousand square feet of retail space wildly, and he stood rooted in place, his knees visibly shaking. His plume-like tail was lifting and bristling behind him without him seeming to realize it as he remonstrated quietly with the bunny.\n\nWhere the bunny was wearing a blue windbreaker over what looked to be a sweatshirt and jeans, the skunk was dressed more formally, in khakis and a gray turtleneck covered with a tessellated snowflake shapes.\n\nIf Zed had been closer, he would have heard the skunk hiss, “But I didn’t know you meant it! I thought it would be a pharmacy or something. Holy crap. Why am I standing here? What if someone sees me, sees us? This is a— I don’t know if— what is some of this stuff? Twitchy, I’m—”\n\nThe bunny reached up to rest one forepaw on the skunk’s head. “Anyone who sees us here,” he said gently, “is here, too.” He ran his pawpad around it in a circle, flattening the fur around the white stripe that ran down the middle of the skunk’s forehead. “Relax, Stevie. I’m not taking you anyplace I haven’t been. Okay? It’s not creepy. Just relax. That’s all we’re here for. To help you relax.”\n\nThe skunk looked doubtful, and nearly jumped when he suddenly noticed the zebra looking at them. One of the rabbit’s ears flicked and his eyes followed Stephen’s gaze. “Oh,” Twitchy said, blushing a little as the zebra approached, “hi, Zed.”\n\n“’Hi, Zed’?” Stephen squeaked incredulously and a little indignantly. “You know someone who works in this store?”\n\nThe rabbit let out a slight sigh. “I thought you made a resolution to be less judge-y?” he reminded the skunk, who blushed in turn and bit his tongue, not really sure of what to say in this situation—whatever this situation was.\n\n“Hello, Twitch,” said the store clerk, eyeing the skunk, who scrupulously avoided meeting his gaze. “Come in out of the cold. Thanks for bringing your friend.”\n\nTwitchy looked from his boyfriend to the zebra. Then, leaning forward on his heels he hustled them both into a conspiratorial huddle away from the entrance. The bunny put a paw on each of their shoulders, and whispered, “We’re here for help. We were in the middle of doing something, but, well, my boyfriend,” the bunny lowered his voice and paused for a moment, “is a little bit tight.”\n\n“Well we can’t have that, can we?” the zebra said gently. “Poor skunky,” he offered, trying to set the stranger at ease.\n\nThe skunk clapped both paws over his face and started to breathe more rapidly, the top of his tail twitching slightly. Twitchy resumed patting his head, smoothing out the fuzzy black headfur that entirely concealed his small ears, and resumed speaking. “He was pretty upset about it forty-five minutes ago,” the bunny volunteered. “He begged for my help.”\n\n“For pete’s sake,” whined the skunk through his paws; he was almost hyperventilating. Like most skunks born in first-world countries, Stephen had been deglanded. His tail still instinctively lifted and bristled when he felt frightened or cornered, but all the tail position signaled was that he was on the brink of darting away.\n\n“And he’s still frightfully concerned, because as you may have gathered from the fact that he hasn’t bolted yet,” Twitchy continued, “he has been incredibly horny tonight.”\n\nThe zebra grinned from ear to ear, nodding as though he had heard all this before. In truth, customers didn’t usually invite him into such casual intimacy; but he and Twitchy knew each other. “You aren’t just here for lube, then,” Zed asked, “are you, Twitch?”\n\nThe rabbit licked at his lips, chapped from the cold outside, and nudged his companion. “Oh, I don’t need anything,” he said. “What are you here for, Stevie?”\n\nThe skunk mumbled something into his paws, still breathing heavily.\n\n“Is he okay?” the zebra asked, starting to get concerned.\n\nTwitchy flicked one ear, listening to the skunk’s breathing rhythm. His keen bunny ears could hear more vividly than most, which also meant that he could tell the difference better than most furs between the several levels of Stephen’s anxiety. “Speak up,” he said to his boyfriend.\n\n“I said I don’t want to be so tight,” Stephen squeaked from behind his paws.\n\nOnce he had said it, his shoulders relaxed and his tail swung a little more freely, as though the muscles clenching it in place had slackened.\n\nThe zebra nodded while Twitchy put one arm around his partner’s shoulder and patted his back.\n\n“You might want a training kit,” Zed suggested.\n\n“A what?” the skunk asked dully.\n\n“A tailhole training kit,” Twitchy explained, then turned to the zebra and raised a finger. “No prepackaged junk,” he warned.\n\n“Of course not,” the equine answered at once. “I can walk you through putting one together. Every toy you pick out yourself is special, and you’re much more likely to use them that way. That means you need to make the decisions, Mr., ummm—“\n\n“Stephen,” said the skunk, lowering his paws from his face cautiously, the beating of his heart having slowed somewhat. “I don’t know what should be—”\n\n“Here,” said Twitch, taking the skunk’s forepaw in his. “Zed will walk us around, and I’ll help you pick a few things out. Why don’t we start with a small, skinny plug?”\n\nThe boutique-like adult novelty store Twitchy had directed his boyfriend to had maybe a few thousand square feet of ground-level retail space, but as much shelving had been spread across the floor as the owner could make fit. Sections were dedicated to products for specific genders, orientations, species classes, or interests, and the store scrupulously avoided selling pornography. Store clerks were briefed on the merchandise so they could help customers with questions or just guide furs looking for ideas. As an engineer, Twitchy naturally appreciated this functionality, and he had met the owner, who prided himself on proving that such an establishment could be clean and professional. In fact, although his boyfriend wouldn’t have realized it, Twitchy even knew a couple of the furs whose products were carried here.\n\nIn the back, stairs led up to a second level. They were chained off, with the notice “See desk for pass” posted next to the staircase. The zebra slowed down at the base of the stairs, but saw Twitchy cast a sidelong glance at his trembling boyfriend and shake his head quickly. The zebra bit his black lip and kept moving.\n\n“I’m not a virgin,” Stephen at one point snapped emphatically, then stared straight down at the floor. The zebra tilted his head and shot him a quizzical look. “I mean,” the skunk added, “in case that’s important. Stop looking at me like that, I’m not. If there’s like a virgin section, for furs who, you know, haven’t had sex, well, don’t try to unload that stuff on me.”\n\nTwitchy looked up at the ceiling with a pained expression and bit his own lip hard to keep from saying anything.\n\nThe couple followed the clop of the zebra’s hooves as he led them through the maze of shelves. Stephen steadily averted his eyes and looked up at the ceiling, or down at the floor, as often as he could. He looked at products pointed out to him when he was directed to do so, and his quivering paw would alight on one slowly, turning it over, occasionally asking a question or two, before decisively nodding, or shaking his head.\n\n“I try to be good about fingering him,” the bunny might volunteer. “Let’s see, I think . . . four have been in there.”\n\n“You wouldn’t feel a thing except warm and snug, and, well, don’t wear it out all day the first couple times you have it in,” Zed might say. “It might work itself out, and you may have to reapply the lube, so carry some with you. These are things to be prepared for.”\n\nThen, the skunk bristled for a moment and started to seem more engaged. “But would it loosen anything?” he asked skeptically. “That’s the point, isn’t it? If it slides in but it doesn’t make it easier to fuck me than what’s the point? Do you have a flared one in this size maybe? Are they in different colors? What’s with all the black? I’m not going to wear it with a tuxedo.”\n\nThe rabbit let out a small sigh. “He’s just trying to help,” Twitchy interjected. “Don’t be so huffy, it’s not like he manufactures them.”\n\nThe skunk’s beady eyes fixed on the zebra with a sudden and uncomfortable intensity. The gentle equine’s frizzy mane stood at end in a close-cut mohawk that ran down the back of his neck. His silver ear and nose jewelry glinted noticeably. “What do you do, Zed?” Stephen asked. “Besides this.”\n\nThe 20-year-old zebra rubbed at his pierced snout with the back of one paw and hesitated for a moment. “I’m getting a B.S. in nursing,” the zebra said.\n\n“Where?” asked Stephen as he turned a boxed sex toy over in his paw and squinted at the fine print on its label. The skunk had let the word fall in a heavy tone that implied he didn’t expect to be impressed by the answer.\n\nThe rabbit cleared his throat preemptively before their striped guide could answer. “Judging,” he intoned as he looked over Stephen’s shoulder. “Bad skunky.”\n\nThe skunk rolled his eyes. “I’m just wondering when I’m going to hear more about how you two know each other,” he said pointedly, turning his gaze once again on the zebra.\n\nThe zebra laughed. “Of course I know Twitchy. Twitchy is our—” he started to say, then saw the rabbit, over the skunk’s shoulder, give his head a quick peremptory shake and raise a finger to his muzzle. The zebra’s eyes widened just a fraction of an inch. “Customer,” he concluded uncertainly.\n\n“Just tell me you haven’t had sex,” Stephen said placidly, looking over his shoulder at the rabbit, who had already slouched back into a nonchalant pose.\n\n“We . . . haven’t had sex?” Twitchy repeated, blinking, then added in confirmation, “He’s just a friend.”\n\nThe zebra blushed involuntarily and bit his lip. “I never would have made it through organic chemistry without Twitchy’s help,” he said at the same time.\n\nThe skunk looked at the shelves around him while he thought about this. He had forgotten where the plug he was holding had come from. He handed it back to the zebra, who just held it awkwardly for a moment.\n\nTwitchy’s foot started tapping.\n\n“Organic chemistry is a freshman . . . well maybe,” he cast a glance at the zebra out of the corner of his eyes, “sophomore course. You two are the same age,” the skunk mused aloud, tilting his head to look at his lanky, nervous, younger bunny rabbit lover, as though trying to calculate something. “You skipped grades. You’ve been the youngest in your class for years. Out here you aren’t even in school. You’re lonely. You miss being around furs your own age, don’t you? That’s why you’ve been so antsy lately.”\n\nTwitchy fidgeted and the cheeks under his whiskers burned a bright red. “The reason we know each other,” he started to say, his foot tapping with increasing intensity, “is age-related.”\n\nWithout waiting for a further answer, Stephen leaned forward on his toes and kissed the bunny’s nose. “It’s okay,” he whispered, then turned back to Zed. “Tell me about the different kinds of lubes, stripes,” he said.\n\nThe bunny raised both paws to his nose for a moment and stared at them in astonishment. Was that really all he was going to be asked? The rabbit felt a little warmer, all of a sudden.\n\nMoments later the zebra was ringing up their purchase.\n\nLet’s see, the skunk had settled on three butt plugs, one small but with an inflatable head that could be pumped up using a removable air tube once it was in; one medium-sized and vibrating; and one shiny metallic plug the same size that weighed in at a couple pounds, heavy out of proportion to its size, just so it would be impossible for a trainee to forget that it was in.\n\nThen there was a bottle of water-based tailhole lube, and a pelvic exerciser that Twitchy had insisted be thrown in.\n\n“It’s a start,” said Twitchy, surveying the items and reaching for his wallet. “I told you: every problem has an engineering solution.”\n\n“What are you doing?” asked Stephen, whose paw was also in his pocket.\n\n“Christmas shopping. For the first time in my life,” said Twitchy, looking sideways at him, and still a bit flush from the skunk’s earlier display of sensitivity, “I’m getting a paycheck and I’m going to buy things for other furs. Besides, I have a membership . . . sort of thing . . . like at the, uh . . . grocery store. Not that I buy groceries here. I mean, I’m not here as often as . . . It will just cost less for me, okay?”\n\n“Fine,” the skunk surrendered. “But if you pay you’re obligated to measure my progress. Don’t think I’ll let you make up excuses for that.”\n\nThe zebra scratched his head. “You know you two,” the equine with the pierced snout observed, “are kind of weird.”\n\nHe took a moment punching numbers into the register and scribbling on the receipt before he handed it to Twitchy. In fact, asking for the bunny’s membership number had been a facade, nothing but an opportunity to exchange coded messages if necessary.\n\nWritten on the base of the receipt by paw was the inscription, “BBi discount.” The discount code beneath that was a simple cipher; Twitchy recognized what the numbers indicated easily: “Y R U hiding?”\n\nTwitchy smiled at the zebra as he pocketed the receipt without acknowledging the message and hefted the store bag. “Thanks, Zed. You have a good night, okay?” he said before turning his attention to his boyfriend. “See, that wasn’t so bad,” he said to Stephen as the two of them stepped outside into the parking lot.\n\nThe skunk shivered and huddled deeper into his turtleneck, his tail brushing around Twitchy’s waist partway as he huddled up to the bunny. “I told you I wouldn’t run away,” he said.\n\nThe two boys walked across the parking lot to Stephen’s car.\n\n“Yeah,” the rabbit observed, “but you had me worried for a minute there. A few minutes really. Until you kissed my nose inside. Stevie, don’t take this the wrong way, but, remember when you woke me up with a foot massage on my birthday? I could have melted. I mean . . . it felt really good. And you said it was because you took a class somewhere. But . . . did you . . . like doing that?”\n\nThe skunk shrugged. “You enjoyed it, right? The massage lesson was my birthday gift for you. I didn’t take it for myself.”\n\n“I said I liked it. I didn’t ask about me,” the bunny said again, cautiously. “I asked if you liked it.”\n\n“I don’t have a fetish or anything, Twitchy,” the skunk snapped. “That would be weird. I didn’t mean for it to seem creepy. I’m sorry if it did. It just seemed like a nice gift that might surprise you and that you wouldn’t get stuck with to take up any space in your apartment. There’s enough clutter in there already.”\n\nTwitchy nodded. Of course, he thought, it had been a calculation. The most proper and least obtrusive thing he could come up with.\n\nThe skunk spoke up again after a few minutes of silence. “I just like you,” he said. “I’ve had so many bad experiences, Twitch. I never thought I’d meet a gay boy who’s smart and sexy and generous and . . . and . . . responsible and . . . well just . . . well-adjusted. Someone I want to introduce to my parents.”\n\nTwitchy winced visibly, or what would have been visibly, were they not in the black of night, when the skunk reached his climactic compliment.\n\n“Right,” the bunny said, sounding a little distant. “Responsible. Well-adjusted. You make me sound soooo excit—” His paw raised reflexively to catch a set of keys Stephen tossed to him, then the bunny blinked. “Wait, am I driving?” he asked.\n\n“Yes, bunny, you’re driving my car,” the skunk declared. “I would rather get in the back seat and see how far I can get in trying to put one of my purchases to use. That way I’d get to sit on it for a while, so maybe later . . . . well . . . you know.”\n\nThe skunk pulled the bunny close, into his fuzzy black fur and then turned to push him against the car as he snuggled him. It made Twitchy giggle involuntarily, and he felt a bit better than he had during their abortive intercourse earlier that night.\n\nHe could talk with the skunk about science and about school subjects; Stephen took for granted that they were both serious about their jobs; he really was a good boyfriend, the bunny thought, if oddly inexperienced for his age. Yes, he wanted to be fucked. But when he pleaded for that it was as though any sex were kinky sex. Sometimes, Twitchy thought, just being gay was the naughtiest thing the skunk could imagine. Could he be happy just with that too? A normal relationship? Regular sex, sex that wasn’t about anything besides just . . . sex? Why was he thinking about this? Why did he feel like he had to try? He didn’t understand it, but as time went on, he felt more, and not less, worried about asking for anything else, about trying to explain anything else. Why? He could have comfortably said six months ago that if somefur didn’t accept him it was their problem, not his. And sometimes the skunk’s prissiness and dot-your-i’s mentality annoyed him to no end. Clutter in his apartment. Of course he worked that in. Didn’t he know that an element of chaos was essential to scientific discovery? But now and then, Twitchy felt butterflies in his stomach when he did something like—\n\n“Your ears are sooooo much bigger than my ears,” the skunk whispered teasingly, stroking one of them with his paw. “Mine are practically invisible under my fur. Do you know how many times I’ve been asked if skunks even have ears? Your footpaws are soooo much bigger than my footpaws,” he added, intertwining one of his legs with Twitchy’s and rubbing his foot against the bunny’s ankle. “If it’s true what they say about ear and foot size, how am I ever going to get all of you inside of me?”\n\nThe bunny smirked, feeling his own resurgent erection pressing back through his jeans against the skunk’s legs. He pulled his mind back into the present conversation. “I guess we’d better start by setting more modest goals,” the rabbit declared arrogantly. “Like swapping out the metaphorical stick under your tail for a literal one.”\n\nThe skunk’s tail lifted, and Stephen shivered with nervous excitement as he silently longed for the bunny to kiss him. “Just be patient,” the rabbit said, squeezing his eyes shut. “Patient patient patient. It won’t hurt. You can think about whatever you want and you’ll have worked up to it before you know it.”\n\nThen, he pressed his mouth against the skunk’s, concentrating on the taste of Stephen’s tongue and muzzle and the frizzy fuzziness of his fur. It was ridiculously fuzzy.\n\n“You’re a sweetheart,” the skunk gasped when he came up for air minutes later. “Always reassuring me that things won’t hurt as much as I think. But I’m not all that impatient, Twitch.”\n\nThe bunny’s whiskers twitched and his muzzle worked silently for a moment. Then he laughed uneasily.\n\n“Sorry,” Twitchy said, “Didn’t realize I said all that out loud.”\n\n[i]The End! (?)\n\nThanks for reading! And . . . happy holidays, everyone! May yours involve lots of white puffiness and powder! What? I’m talking about snow. White is a holiday color we can all agree on.\n[/i][i][color=#eeeeec]\nAnd a color for secret messages. If you can read this, welcome aboard, agent! Keep your eyes open for future clues. We’ll need your help to answer the questions . . .\n\nWhat does BB Infinity mean? And . . . who is its leader?\n[/color][/i]", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Christmas Shopping!: Secret BB Infinity Webisode Short #3
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This is the third file recovered that bears the mysterious cross-reference “BB Infinity Project,” following Secret Webisode Short #1: Mother's Day  and Secret Webisode Short #2: Daddy’s Day!. Classified a mature story for furs 18 and over. Our agents are working on what else to make of it. It starts with this disclaimer:

Hey, crinklebutts! You may recognize some, though not all, of the furs in this snapshot. Our last two shorts were tributes to the special people in a diaperboy’s life. But, you know, there are types of special furs who deserve big tribute hugs too we haven’t covered yet. Some of those furs may deserve the biggest hugs of all. Maybe some of you with detective kits will figure out what I mean. In the meantime, it’s time for the holiday newsletter! Here’s an update sent in by one of my friends:

A bell jingled as the store door swung open. The zebra cashier looked up from his textbook with a smile. It was half an hour until closing time.

In the last few days, Zed had only seen customers looking for gag gifts for bachelor and bachelorette parties, a few silent antisocial furs who shuffled to the counter clutching a single purchase and glaring as they paid as though the cashier was embarrassing them by being there, and worst of all, customers who made excused and quickly shuffled out the minute after he asked if he could help them find anything.

But on those nights he worked late, Zed, every once in a while, felt he got to be part of something special.

The black-and-white striped equine tilted his head, his nose ring and single earring jingling, as he squinted at the couple who had just come in. The clerk smiled. He recognized one of the visitors—the taller one, a lanky white rabbit. One of his long white ears was a little crooked at its tip; both of them had a tendency to flop over from the middle.

Zed had never seen the other visitor, and he had an inkling why. The skunk’s eyes darted around the few thousand square feet of retail space wildly, and he stood rooted in place, his knees visibly shaking. His plume-like tail was lifting and bristling behind him without him seeming to realize it as he remonstrated quietly with the bunny.

Where the bunny was wearing a blue windbreaker over what looked to be a sweatshirt and jeans, the skunk was dressed more formally, in khakis and a gray turtleneck covered with a tessellated snowflake shapes.

If Zed had been closer, he would have heard the skunk hiss, “But I didn’t know you meant it! I thought it would be a pharmacy or something. Holy crap. Why am I standing here? What if someone sees me, sees us? This is a— I don’t know if— what is some of this stuff? Twitchy, I’m—”

The bunny reached up to rest one forepaw on the skunk’s head. “Anyone who sees us here,” he said gently, “is here, too.” He ran his pawpad around it in a circle, flattening the fur around the white stripe that ran down the middle of the skunk’s forehead. “Relax, Stevie. I’m not taking you anyplace I haven’t been. Okay? It’s not creepy. Just relax. That’s all we’re here for. To help you relax.”

The skunk looked doubtful, and nearly jumped when he suddenly noticed the zebra looking at them. One of the rabbit’s ears flicked and his eyes followed Stephen’s gaze. “Oh,” Twitchy said, blushing a little as the zebra approached, “hi, Zed.”

“’Hi, Zed’?” Stephen squeaked incredulously and a little indignantly. “You know someone who works in this store?”

The rabbit let out a slight sigh. “I thought you made a resolution to be less judge-y?” he reminded the skunk, who blushed in turn and bit his tongue, not really sure of what to say in this situation—whatever this situation was.

“Hello, Twitch,” said the store clerk, eyeing the skunk, who scrupulously avoided meeting his gaze. “Come in out of the cold. Thanks for bringing your friend.”

Twitchy looked from his boyfriend to the zebra. Then, leaning forward on his heels he hustled them both into a conspiratorial huddle away from the entrance. The bunny put a paw on each of their shoulders, and whispered, “We’re here for help. We were in the middle of doing something, but, well, my boyfriend,” the bunny lowered his voice and paused for a moment, “is a little bit tight.”

“Well we can’t have that, can we?” the zebra said gently. “Poor skunky,” he offered, trying to set the stranger at ease.

The skunk clapped both paws over his face and started to breathe more rapidly, the top of his tail twitching slightly. Twitchy resumed patting his head, smoothing out the fuzzy black headfur that entirely concealed his small ears, and resumed speaking. “He was pretty upset about it forty-five minutes ago,” the bunny volunteered. “He begged for my help.”

“For pete’s sake,” whined the skunk through his paws; he was almost hyperventilating. Like most skunks born in first-world countries, Stephen had been deglanded. His tail still instinctively lifted and bristled when he felt frightened or cornered, but all the tail position signaled was that he was on the brink of darting away.

“And he’s still frightfully concerned, because as you may have gathered from the fact that he hasn’t bolted yet,” Twitchy continued, “he has been incredibly horny tonight.”

The zebra grinned from ear to ear, nodding as though he had heard all this before. In truth, customers didn’t usually invite him into such casual intimacy; but he and Twitchy knew each other. “You aren’t just here for lube, then,” Zed asked, “are you, Twitch?”

The rabbit licked at his lips, chapped from the cold outside, and nudged his companion. “Oh, I don’t need anything,” he said. “What are you here for, Stevie?”

The skunk mumbled something into his paws, still breathing heavily.

“Is he okay?” the zebra asked, starting to get concerned.

Twitchy flicked one ear, listening to the skunk’s breathing rhythm. His keen bunny ears could hear more vividly than most, which also meant that he could tell the difference better than most furs between the several levels of Stephen’s anxiety. “Speak up,” he said to his boyfriend.

“I said I don’t want to be so tight,” Stephen squeaked from behind his paws.

Once he had said it, his shoulders relaxed and his tail swung a little more freely, as though the muscles clenching it in place had slackened.

The zebra nodded while Twitchy put one arm around his partner’s shoulder and patted his back.

“You might want a training kit,” Zed suggested.

“A what?” the skunk asked dully.

“A tailhole training kit,” Twitchy explained, then turned to the zebra and raised a finger. “No prepackaged junk,” he warned.

“Of course not,” the equine answered at once. “I can walk you through putting one together. Every toy you pick out yourself is special, and you’re much more likely to use them that way. That means you need to make the decisions, Mr., ummm—“

“Stephen,” said the skunk, lowering his paws from his face cautiously, the beating of his heart having slowed somewhat. “I don’t know what should be—”

“Here,” said Twitch, taking the skunk’s forepaw in his. “Zed will walk us around, and I’ll help you pick a few things out. Why don’t we start with a small, skinny plug?”

The boutique-like adult novelty store Twitchy had directed his boyfriend to had maybe a few thousand square feet of ground-level retail space, but as much shelving had been spread across the floor as the owner could make fit. Sections were dedicated to products for specific genders, orientations, species classes, or interests, and the store scrupulously avoided selling pornography. Store clerks were briefed on the merchandise so they could help customers with questions or just guide furs looking for ideas. As an engineer, Twitchy naturally appreciated this functionality, and he had met the owner, who prided himself on proving that such an establishment could be clean and professional. In fact, although his boyfriend wouldn’t have realized it, Twitchy even knew a couple of the furs whose products were carried here.

In the back, stairs led up to a second level. They were chained off, with the notice “See desk for pass” posted next to the staircase. The zebra slowed down at the base of the stairs, but saw Twitchy cast a sidelong glance at his trembling boyfriend and shake his head quickly. The zebra bit his black lip and kept moving.

“I’m not a virgin,” Stephen at one point snapped emphatically, then stared straight down at the floor. The zebra tilted his head and shot him a quizzical look. “I mean,” the skunk added, “in case that’s important. Stop looking at me like that, I’m not. If there’s like a virgin section, for furs who, you know, haven’t had sex, well, don’t try to unload that stuff on me.”

Twitchy looked up at the ceiling with a pained expression and bit his own lip hard to keep from saying anything.

The couple followed the clop of the zebra’s hooves as he led them through the maze of shelves. Stephen steadily averted his eyes and looked up at the ceiling, or down at the floor, as often as he could. He looked at products pointed out to him when he was directed to do so, and his quivering paw would alight on one slowly, turning it over, occasionally asking a question or two, before decisively nodding, or shaking his head.

“I try to be good about fingering him,” the bunny might volunteer. “Let’s see, I think . . . four have been in there.”

“You wouldn’t feel a thing except warm and snug, and, well, don’t wear it out all day the first couple times you have it in,” Zed might say. “It might work itself out, and you may have to reapply the lube, so carry some with you. These are things to be prepared for.”

Then, the skunk bristled for a moment and started to seem more engaged. “But would it loosen anything?” he asked skeptically. “That’s the point, isn’t it? If it slides in but it doesn’t make it easier to fuck me than what’s the point? Do you have a flared one in this size maybe? Are they in different colors? What’s with all the black? I’m not going to wear it with a tuxedo.”

The rabbit let out a small sigh. “He’s just trying to help,” Twitchy interjected. “Don’t be so huffy, it’s not like he manufactures them.”

The skunk’s beady eyes fixed on the zebra with a sudden and uncomfortable intensity. The gentle equine’s frizzy mane stood at end in a close-cut mohawk that ran down the back of his neck. His silver ear and nose jewelry glinted noticeably. “What do you do, Zed?” Stephen asked. “Besides this.”

The 20-year-old zebra rubbed at his pierced snout with the back of one paw and hesitated for a moment. “I’m getting a B.S. in nursing,” the zebra said.

“Where?” asked Stephen as he turned a boxed sex toy over in his paw and squinted at the fine print on its label. The skunk had let the word fall in a heavy tone that implied he didn’t expect to be impressed by the answer.

The rabbit cleared his throat preemptively before their striped guide could answer. “Judging,” he intoned as he looked over Stephen’s shoulder. “Bad skunky.”

The skunk rolled his eyes. “I’m just wondering when I’m going to hear more about how you two know each other,” he said pointedly, turning his gaze once again on the zebra.

The zebra laughed. “Of course I know Twitchy. Twitchy is our—” he started to say, then saw the rabbit, over the skunk’s shoulder, give his head a quick peremptory shake and raise a finger to his muzzle. The zebra’s eyes widened just a fraction of an inch. “Customer,” he concluded uncertainly.

“Just tell me you haven’t had sex,” Stephen said placidly, looking over his shoulder at the rabbit, who had already slouched back into a nonchalant pose.

“We . . . haven’t had sex?” Twitchy repeated, blinking, then added in confirmation, “He’s just a friend.”

The zebra blushed involuntarily and bit his lip. “I never would have made it through organic chemistry without Twitchy’s help,” he said at the same time.

The skunk looked at the shelves around him while he thought about this. He had forgotten where the plug he was holding had come from. He handed it back to the zebra, who just held it awkwardly for a moment.

Twitchy’s foot started tapping.

“Organic chemistry is a freshman . . . well maybe,” he cast a glance at the zebra out of the corner of his eyes, “sophomore course. You two are the same age,” the skunk mused aloud, tilting his head to look at his lanky, nervous, younger bunny rabbit lover, as though trying to calculate something. “You skipped grades. You’ve been the youngest in your class for years. Out here you aren’t even in school. You’re lonely. You miss being around furs your own age, don’t you? That’s why you’ve been so antsy lately.”

Twitchy fidgeted and the cheeks under his whiskers burned a bright red. “The reason we know each other,” he started to say, his foot tapping with increasing intensity, “is age-related.”

Without waiting for a further answer, Stephen leaned forward on his toes and kissed the bunny’s nose. “It’s okay,” he whispered, then turned back to Zed. “Tell me about the different kinds of lubes, stripes,” he said.

The bunny raised both paws to his nose for a moment and stared at them in astonishment. Was that really all he was going to be asked? The rabbit felt a little warmer, all of a sudden.

Moments later the zebra was ringing up their purchase.

Let’s see, the skunk had settled on three butt plugs, one small but with an inflatable head that could be pumped up using a removable air tube once it was in; one medium-sized and vibrating; and one shiny metallic plug the same size that weighed in at a couple pounds, heavy out of proportion to its size, just so it would be impossible for a trainee to forget that it was in.

Then there was a bottle of water-based tailhole lube, and a pelvic exerciser that Twitchy had insisted be thrown in.

“It’s a start,” said Twitchy, surveying the items and reaching for his wallet. “I told you: every problem has an engineering solution.”

“What are you doing?” asked Stephen, whose paw was also in his pocket.

“Christmas shopping. For the first time in my life,” said Twitchy, looking sideways at him, and still a bit flush from the skunk’s earlier display of sensitivity, “I’m getting a paycheck and I’m going to buy things for other furs. Besides, I have a membership . . . sort of thing . . . like at the, uh . . . grocery store. Not that I buy groceries here. I mean, I’m not here as often as . . . It will just cost less for me, okay?”

“Fine,” the skunk surrendered. “But if you pay you’re obligated to measure my progress. Don’t think I’ll let you make up excuses for that.”

The zebra scratched his head. “You know you two,” the equine with the pierced snout observed, “are kind of weird.”

He took a moment punching numbers into the register and scribbling on the receipt before he handed it to Twitchy. In fact, asking for the bunny’s membership number had been a facade, nothing but an opportunity to exchange coded messages if necessary.

Written on the base of the receipt by paw was the inscription, “BBi discount.” The discount code beneath that was a simple cipher; Twitchy recognized what the numbers indicated easily: “Y R U hiding?”

Twitchy smiled at the zebra as he pocketed the receipt without acknowledging the message and hefted the store bag. “Thanks, Zed. You have a good night, okay?” he said before turning his attention to his boyfriend. “See, that wasn’t so bad,” he said to Stephen as the two of them stepped outside into the parking lot.

The skunk shivered and huddled deeper into his turtleneck, his tail brushing around Twitchy’s waist partway as he huddled up to the bunny. “I told you I wouldn’t run away,” he said.

The two boys walked across the parking lot to Stephen’s car.

“Yeah,” the rabbit observed, “but you had me worried for a minute there. A few minutes really. Until you kissed my nose inside. Stevie, don’t take this the wrong way, but, remember when you woke me up with a foot massage on my birthday? I could have melted. I mean . . . it felt really good. And you said it was because you took a class somewhere. But . . . did you . . . like doing that?”

The skunk shrugged. “You enjoyed it, right? The massage lesson was my birthday gift for you. I didn’t take it for myself.”

“I said I liked it. I didn’t ask about me,” the bunny said again, cautiously. “I asked if you liked it.”

“I don’t have a fetish or anything, Twitchy,” the skunk snapped. “That would be weird. I didn’t mean for it to seem creepy. I’m sorry if it did. It just seemed like a nice gift that might surprise you and that you wouldn’t get stuck with to take up any space in your apartment. There’s enough clutter in there already.”

Twitchy nodded. Of course, he thought, it had been a calculation. The most proper and least obtrusive thing he could come up with.

The skunk spoke up again after a few minutes of silence. “I just like you,” he said. “I’ve had so many bad experiences, Twitch. I never thought I’d meet a gay boy who’s smart and sexy and generous and . . . and . . . responsible and . . . well just . . . well-adjusted. Someone I want to introduce to my parents.”

Twitchy winced visibly, or what would have been visibly, were they not in the black of night, when the skunk reached his climactic compliment.

“Right,” the bunny said, sounding a little distant. “Responsible. Well-adjusted. You make me sound soooo excit—” His paw raised reflexively to catch a set of keys Stephen tossed to him, then the bunny blinked. “Wait, am I driving?” he asked.

“Yes, bunny, you’re driving my car,” the skunk declared. “I would rather get in the back seat and see how far I can get in trying to put one of my purchases to use. That way I’d get to sit on it for a while, so maybe later . . . . well . . . you know.”

The skunk pulled the bunny close, into his fuzzy black fur and then turned to push him against the car as he snuggled him. It made Twitchy giggle involuntarily, and he felt a bit better than he had during their abortive intercourse earlier that night.

He could talk with the skunk about science and about school subjects; Stephen took for granted that they were both serious about their jobs; he really was a good boyfriend, the bunny thought, if oddly inexperienced for his age. Yes, he wanted to be fucked. But when he pleaded for that it was as though any sex were kinky sex. Sometimes, Twitchy thought, just being gay was the naughtiest thing the skunk could imagine. Could he be happy just with that too? A normal relationship? Regular sex, sex that wasn’t about anything besides just . . . sex? Why was he thinking about this? Why did he feel like he had to try? He didn’t understand it, but as time went on, he felt more, and not less, worried about asking for anything else, about trying to explain anything else. Why? He could have comfortably said six months ago that if somefur didn’t accept him it was their problem, not his. And sometimes the skunk’s prissiness and dot-your-i’s mentality annoyed him to no end. Clutter in his apartment. Of course he worked that in. Didn’t he know that an element of chaos was essential to scientific discovery? But now and then, Twitchy felt butterflies in his stomach when he did something like—

“Your ears are sooooo much bigger than my ears,” the skunk whispered teasingly, stroking one of them with his paw. “Mine are practically invisible under my fur. Do you know how many times I’ve been asked if skunks even have ears? Your footpaws are soooo much bigger than my footpaws,” he added, intertwining one of his legs with Twitchy’s and rubbing his foot against the bunny’s ankle. “If it’s true what they say about ear and foot size, how am I ever going to get all of you inside of me?”

The bunny smirked, feeling his own resurgent erection pressing back through his jeans against the skunk’s legs. He pulled his mind back into the present conversation. “I guess we’d better start by setting more modest goals,” the rabbit declared arrogantly. “Like swapping out the metaphorical stick under your tail for a literal one.”

The skunk’s tail lifted, and Stephen shivered with nervous excitement as he silently longed for the bunny to kiss him. “Just be patient,” the rabbit said, squeezing his eyes shut. “Patient patient patient. It won’t hurt. You can think about whatever you want and you’ll have worked up to it before you know it.”

Then, he pressed his mouth against the skunk’s, concentrating on the taste of Stephen’s tongue and muzzle and the frizzy fuzziness of his fur. It was ridiculously fuzzy.

“You’re a sweetheart,” the skunk gasped when he came up for air minutes later. “Always reassuring me that things won’t hurt as much as I think. But I’m not all that impatient, Twitch.”

The bunny’s whiskers twitched and his muzzle worked silently for a moment. Then he laughed uneasily.

“Sorry,” Twitchy said, “Didn’t realize I said all that out loud.”

The End! (?)

Thanks for reading! And . . . happy holidays, everyone! May yours involve lots of white puffiness and powder! What? I’m talking about snow. White is a holiday color we can all agree on.

And a color for secret messages. If you can read this, welcome aboard, agent! Keep your eyes open for future clues. We’ll need your help to answer the questions . . .

What does BB Infinity mean? And . . . who is its leader?
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