beforethefall
BtF - Treehouse
Content Warning: Cub/cub/cub/cub (9.5I-M, 10M, 10M, 11M), Crying (minor), Bad Parenting, Abusive Household, Criminal Activities, Underage Drinking, Underage Smoking, 90’s-era-slurs.
Before the Fall
“Treehouse”
by beforethefall [Inkbunny]#
Chapter One - The Crew#
It was too hot to sleep. Not that he could've, anyway, since Zach's mom and stepdad were arguing over something, again, which would have kept him up even if the hum of the stale, musty-smelling window air conditioner outside his bedroom door was working better. They were probably fighting about money. It was always about money, now, ever since his stepdad lost his job six months ago and hadn't been able to get a new one for whatever reason, they lost their house in the suburbs, and Zach had to stop going to his school and lost touch with all his friends. It could be worse; his mom reminded him of this regularly, and said to be thankful she still had her job, and we were able to find a place they could afford. Three weeks had passed since they moved into the Fallow Acres so-called ‘lake community’, but even Zach wasn't fooled. He lived on the wrong side of the tracks now, quite literally; a dumpy trailer park full of run-down trailers on the outskirts of town, bordered by a railyard on one side and state highway on the other. The closest thing to a lake nearby was a reeking, pond-scummy runoff reservoir across the highway that he was forbidden to go near. He didn't need to be told twice.
It could be worse. Zach had quickly been drawn into the fold of a friend group, even despite him feeling so different from them. and maybe having accidentally let it show once or twice. He was just a cat from the city, they used to live in a pretty nice house and he was mostly just interested in suburban kid stuff. Cartoons, sports, and the Friday fish fry at the church down the road. Out here, things were pretty different. They were good guys, but seemed different than the kids he grew up around.
Zach had been first noticed and immediately dubbed the name “New Kid” by Kelly Turner, who everyone called Kellogg; he was a hooded rat only a couple months older than he was, having just had his 10th birthday. Kelly was way into army stuff, and wanted to join the military just like his dad did. His dad was kind of weird though and would act weird sometimes; Kelly explained that he saw some really nasty stuff out in the desert and it messed him up. Belly, the next-oldest at ten and a half, was an opossum - and a fairly standard poor kid with a shit home life caused by shit circumstances. His real name was Jerry Bellick, so nobody blamed him for wanting to be called by his nickname- even his own family did. He was a little chubby, and wore raggedy clothes. He was a nice guy that just got handed a shit deal; his mom got knocked up when she was thirteen by this shithead named Mikey who was ten years older than her, and she still lived with him. Belly didn't spend much time at home, he was always out late and up early and tried to spend as much time as he could away from their trailer. Finally, their ring-leader, in more than one sense; Coll-boy, the raccoon. Colin Hall was his real name, but in keeping with their theme, everyone had their nicknames. Colin was the eldest, a couple months past his 11th birthday. He was the biggest, too; tallest out of the group and heaviest, but not as chubby as Belly. Colin was smart, and tended to mastermind most schemes the group got into. He could be a real asshole sometimes, but always with the best intentions. He was a good leader, and the group always came first.
They were tight-knit, as close as they come, and totally open with each other. No fake friends here, no two-facedness either; what you see is what you got, all with a single simple understanding: Nobody gets out of the park on their own. That concept had been relayed to him early on when he joined the group; the only people they could really rely on was each other and the gang was always all-in. Their ultimate escape plan? To figure out a way to save enough money to get some secondhand instruments and start a band, and hit it big.
Yeah. It definitely could be worse. Zach was thankful the window worked in his bedroom, even if it didn't have a screen. He climbed out of bed and went to open it, but as the dirty frame scraped through the channel as it slid to the side, he noticed a light in the trees past the old chain link fence that bordered the trailer park. Zach thought it odd that the treehouse would be lit up this late, and hearing his mom and stepdad still arguing on the other end of the trailer, Zach decided to go investigate. He pulled up a pair of dirty jeans and with his usual feline grace, he hopped neatly through the window and landed silently on the grass below, sticking to the shadows as he snuck through the trailer park. His parents weren't the only ones arguing; Belly's dad was drunk again and ranting and raving about ‘that little faggot virgin' this and ‘fuckin’ pussy loser' that; pretty standard for late on a Friday night in the park. Zach ducked around the side of Colin's trailer and through the hole in the chainlink fence, soon disappearing into the path in the woods for the short walk to their base of operations.
‘Treehouse’ was being generous. Tree-hovel might fit better. It was a clap-trap little shelter built in the crook under a fallen tree that had propped itself in the branches of another tree. It was made out of scavenged pallet wood, railroad ties and other debris the resourceful gang had gathered together in the years prior to Zach's arrival and, ultimately, made for a surprisingly solid little shelter. Zach slipped through the rickety door that creaked and into the relative privacy of the group's treehouse to, as he'd already expected, find Belly sitting in one of the rusty folding chairs that was situated around the lone oil lantern they'd scavenged, fueled by stolen tiki torch oil and sat upon a warped plywood wire spool. Belly's face was buried in his arms, and he was hugging his knees.
“Hey, Belly,” Zach said as the treehouse door swung shut with a metallic twang of the screen-door spring behind him. He sat next to the opossum on the old log that served as a bench.
“Hey, New Kid,” Belly responded with a bit of croak in his voice. Zach acted like he didn't notice Belly wiping his eyes covertly in the crook of his arms.
“Your dad's really on a tear tonight, huh?”
“…Fuck him,” Belly said, sniffing. Zach could see well enough in the low light that Belly had been roughed up pretty bad.
“Yeah, seriously. Mikey's such a dick,” Zach muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. “You okay, though?”
“Yeah. I've had worse.” Belly said, before turning his head at the sound of rustling outside. Zach noticed as well, and both kids bristled a bit at the thought of having been followed…until a familiar whiskery rodent-nose and buckteeth tucked through the door, followed by the rest of Kelly.
“Hey, nerds. On night watch or somethin'?" the rat said as he stepped inside, dropping his backpack beside the log and flopping astride it, facing Zach. “I saw you sneakin' around, New Kid. Not gonna invite your battle buddy to come out and play?” he teased the cat, nudging Zach's bare tortoise-shell furred shoulder with a hand.
“I just saw the light on out here,” Zach mumbled, still feeling a bit sleepy, “My parents were being too loud for me to sleep anyway,” he admitted, trying to cover for Belly.
“Pfff. Belly's dad is keeping the whole park up,” Kelly laughed, “Think he's lookin' in a mirror saying all that shit? What a loser,” the rat grinned, which made the others laugh a little too. “C'mon, it's high time for night ops. What're we gonna do, guys?" the rat kid said, seeming similarly reluctant to go home anytime soon. Belly spoke up first.
“We could hop a train into town and sneak into a late movie. It's almost time for the ten-thirteen,” Belly said. He often wanted to skip town, but ever since Zach had joined up with the group it had never been more than a thought. Kelly spoke up next,
“Oh, we could go to the bowling alley and pick butts out of the ashtrays,” the rat said. Zach had smoked once or twice, but wasn't too much of a fan. Kelly was well hooked though, and picking half-smoked cigarette butts from public ash trays was his favored method of acquiring cigarettes.
“Dude, that's so gross,” Zach laughed, shoving the rat who effortlessly pulled the cat into an arm-bar.
“Nice try, New Kid! Still no match for me!” Kelly laughed, before letting Zach go and playfully poking the shirtless cat in the ribs. Zach squeaked out and slapped Kelly's hands away.
“Pff, whatever, dude! If I wanted to get you I would.” the cat protested, before all three boys jumped at a fourth voice.
“I wanna see that! Round one; FIGHT!” came Colin's voice from a window, and the three boys inside swiveled abruptly to see Colin grinning at them through a window, before slipping in through the creaky door. “Full house, huh? Looks like I'm late to the party. But not empty handed,” he laughed. The raccoon flopped on the grungy old sofa - covered in a tarp to keep the worst of the mold and mildew at bay - and started digging in his backpack, before tossing bottles out, first to Belly, then Kelly and Zach. Each caught their bottle in turn.
“Oh, cool. Thanks Coll-boy,” Belly said, eagerly gripping and twisting the bottlecap in a turn of his ratty t-shirt, breaking the seal. Kelly did the same, and Zach - barring any such garment, tried to bare-hand it, setting his tongue and wincing a little as the pointy rim of the bottle cap dug into his fingers.
“Uh, thanks Coll-boy. Little help?” he asked, offering the bottle to Kelly with a sheepish grin. The rat just took a swig from his own opened bottle before handing it to Zach, and opening the new one to keep for himself.
“Yeah, whatever; the corner store didn't need them anyway. So, what're we doing tonight?" the raccoon asked, looking around the room. Zach took a drink. It was boozy, fruity. It wasn't bad, but the burn of alcohol was still really new to him, and he coughed a little.
“We could kill my dad," Belly offered, and Colin laughed.
“Yeah, we could. What the heck, man. He's such a loser. Still about you being a virgin?" Colin laughed. Belly nodded. “Ugh, what's his deal? Like does he expect everyone to be banging at birth or something?” the raccoon continued, making Belly shrug.
“I wonder why it's such a big deal to him,” Kelly wondered, sipping as his drink. He grimaced, too.
“Yeah…it's not like it's a big deal, dude. He's a weirdo for being so …weird about it,” Zach spoke up, “We're like, basically kids still.” Colin grinned.
“Wait, you guys are virgins? Ah, man, I forgot I was hanging out with a bunch of little baby kids,” the eldest joked. Belly and Kelly both sipped a bit of their drinks and spit it at Colin, who dodged, having expected some retaliation.
“Screwing your cousin doesn't count!” Kelly argued, and Colin laughed. Belly did too; his dad had been the first to accuse Colin of being a ‘cousin-fucker’.
“Oh, yeah, forgot, I'm the trailer-trash bandit scav that wants to bang his family,” he grinned. “Really, fuck Mikey. He's probably just jealous because his dick's even smaller than yours,” Colin teased Belly, who laughed again.
“You're one to talk, weirdo! Yours is so curved you pee in cursive!” Belly retorted. Everyone laughed at that, before a brief lull fell over the group as they sipped their drinks, all simply happy to be in the refuge of good company again. Eventually, Belly spoke up. “You guys wanna play Never Have I Ever?”
“Yeah!” everyone replied in unison. Belly started.
“Never have I ever… Rode my bike straight into a fence,” the opossum said. Colin glowered, but drank, as did Kelly. Zach laughed.
“Uh, ow? How'd you manage that?" Zach asked.
“The hill at the end of Bendy Road.” the raccoon and rat answered, in unison. Colin picked up the game next.
“Never have I ever swiped food from the trash at school,” the raccoon said. Belly drank without protest.
“Bullshit!” Kelly was quick to argue, “Third grade, sloppy joe and fudge brownie day, you were on free lunches and were still hungry after that shitty peanut butter sandwich,” he pointed at Colin who looked surprised.
“Okaaaay, I forgot about that,” Colin said, sheepishly, and drank twice. Kelly laughed, and drank too. Kelly went next.
“Never have I ever jacked off in the school bathroom,” the rat said, watching the others intently. Belly and Colin both drank, this time, and Zach and Kelly got their chance to laugh at them. Kelly pointed to Zach.
“Uhhh…Never have I ever gotten a boner during class," he said. It was an easy win for him, but he wasn't expecting the simultaneous outcry from the others.
“Bullshit!” they all said, laughing and pointing to him.
“That's impossible!” Colin said. Zach laughed and shook his head.
“Seriously! I've never, ever had a boner during class; and there's no way I could!” he said, and stuck his tongue out at his friends, laughing at how confused they looked.
“Prove it or drink twice, New Kid,” Belly challenged. They all knew the rules of the game. Zach flushed…but, he knew these guys pretty well by now, and doubted they'd be too weird about it. Everyone had their secrets, and the clout from winning a round of the game was worth more than getting drunk a little faster.
“Uh, alright. But this never leaves the gang,” Zach said. The others agreed. Zach put his drink down after another sip, and unbuttoned his jeans, then pulled them down to show off his underwear. Typical boy briefs, but lacking a particular something up front. He pulled the briefs up a bit tighter until a bit of camel-toe showed through the fabric in the dim light.
The others looked astonished, three pairs of wide eyes and slack jaws staring at the absence of masculine anatomy on their friend. Zach laughed.
“You guys should see your faces right now! Drink, motherfuckers!” he commanded, adjusting his briefs so they weren't wedged in his pussy any longer, before pulling his jeans back up and buttoning them. The others laughed a little and took their drinks, starting to feel a little warm from the boozy beverages.
“So, like…you're a boy though, right?” Kelly asked, sounding a little sheepish but obviously curious.
“Dude, don't make it weird,” Zach laughed, shoving Kelly's shoulder. “Yeah, I'm a boy. I can even cum, but it doesn't go squirting out so much,” he laughed, “I'm just put together inside out, kinda,” he said, shrugging.
“That's so awesome,” Kelly said, with a sheepish laugh. It was obvious what he was thinking about, and as Zach's eyes scanned the others there was a bit more awkward fidgeting going on than he expected. Zach rolled his eyes.
“Guys, really?!" the cat laughed, “C'mon. You're up, Belly,” he said, grabbing his own drink and urging this opossum to pick up the game again.
“…Never have I ever caught myself staring at Mrs. Jones' cameltoe in class,” he said, speaking of their fat, middle-aged math teacher that Zach had merely known for a week between his transfer to the new school and before summer break. All three of the other boys groaned, and drank.
Chapter Two - The Setup#
The night wore later with a dozen more rounds of Never Have I Ever before their lantern ran out of fuel, and they all headed out into the pale moonlight for a tipsy walk with their empty bottles to throw them at the passing freight trains. A bit later, and the group was aimlessly walking along the service road alongside the tracks, toward town.
“We need a camera. Like a Polaroid. No - a video camera,” Colin said, out of the blue. The others looked confused.
“Huh? Why?” Belly asked.
“Because we're going to make a movie that'll shut Mikey up once and for all,” Colin said, with a grin flashed over at Belly. “You're in, right New Kid?” the raccoon asked, without even looking to Zach.
“Huh? Wait a second…” Zach said, realizing what they were talking about when he saw the look in Colin's eyes. Belly looked a little sheepish, as well.
“Why not?” Colin laughed, “You wouldn't take one for your bro?" the raccoon challenged as he looked over to the cat, who looked a little dumbstruck. "It's not like we're asking you to fall in love with him or something. Just help get his stupid dickhead dad off his case," the raccoon said, scooping Zach up in his arm. “C'mon, New Kid! An excellent move like that would totally make you a full member of the group,” he said. Kelly laughed.
“Maybe we could stop calling him New Kid finally,” the rat teased as he walked along with the others, and they all laughed at that.
“Yeah, a new nickname's part of the deal. What'cha say, New Kid?” Colin asked, grinning that charismatic bandit grin of his. Zach fidgeted.
“Uh… do you think it'd work?" the young cat asked, suspiciously.
“He's just an asshole. He'll find something else to be an asshole about…but maybe it'd shut him up about the virgin faggot stuff," Belly said, awkwardly rubbing at his shoulder. He doubted it'd do much good, but didn't want to take the wind out of Colin's sails. “Maybe, at least…if we can make you look less like a boy.”
“Nah, trust me guys; we can shut him up about everything," Colin said, in his usual frustrating manner that implied he knew more than he was letting on. Likely because he did. The raccoon squeezed Zach in against one side and Belly against the other under his arms. Zach really did want to be a ‘real’ part of the group, even if it was just some silly formality or mock status; he was already treated as one of the gang.
“…Yeah, alright. Fuck Mikey, let's shut him up,” Zach said, and the other boys cheered. The scheme was on.
The rest of that night whiled away much like most others did. The crew wound up at the bowling alley, Kelly got his pocket full of half-smoked cigarettes and the group had pilfered a few unattended drinks from the bowlers before getting kicked out. They went dumpster-diving afterward, behind the local big-box stores that divided their side of town from the more middle-class side of town Zach was from.
Colin gave Zach a boost as Belly kept a lookout, and Kelly held the dumpster lid up with a broom handle he'd found.
“No clothes in this one either. Ooh,” Zach reached in, and dug through a bag to pull out a few bags of expired potato chips and cookies and tossed them out to the waiting rat. “Why do we need girl clothes anyway? If we're going to make a video of Belly getting laid aren't we going to be naked anyway?”
“We don't want Mikey to be able to tell it's you, though,” Kelly said, “That'd just make it worse. But if you're in a dress, with tits - oh, man, maybe we can get a wig too!” he laughed, as did Colin, while stuffing the snacks into his backpack.
“Yeah! A wig and makeup,” Colin joked, as he helped Zach back down. “Maybe behind the Goodwill. People dump stuff on their dock all the time,” the raccoon said, walking off down the alleyway. Belly abandoned his post and joined them as they passed him.
“What am I supposed to do, even? Just show Mikey these pictures-" Belly was cut off.
“Video, if we can help it. You can't fake video proof,” Colin said. He'd been thinking about this.
“Fine. So I just show Mikey this video while he's raging out and being a dickhead? I don't think that'll work…” Belly said as they passed under a streetlight on the pole between buildings.
“What do you have to lose by trying?” asked Kelly as pragmatically as ever, running ahead a bit to push open the lid of another dumpster for a peek inside. Colin was checking randomly as he walked by as well.
“Come on, have a little faith," Colin said, in that way that implied a certain level of confidence in his plan. "Even if it doesn't work, it'll still be fun to make, won't it?” the raccoon grinned, before leveraging himself up onto the edge of a dumpster and tipping in, rummaging through the refuse before throwing out a few packs of expired batteries and some bingo markers. Zach laughed at Colin's comment. “See? New Kid's into it still.” the raccoon argued from inside the dumpster, eventually throwing a whole bag out into the better light and hopping down to tear it open and go through it. The others gathered around, as Belly looked across to Zach and met his gaze. Zach grinned at him.
“…Yeah I guess you're right,” the opossum said sheepishly. “I mean, if it's not weird for the New Kid," he said before he pulled something out of the various packaging. “Ooh, a flashlight.”
“It's not weird unless you make it weird, dude! I'm pretty sure it's gonna feel awesome for me too,” Zach snickered, soon realizing that there were a lot of flashlights; cheap, shitty flashlights with varying cartoon branding. He sat down and put a couple expired batteries in one, and it lit up. “Aw, good find Coll-boy!” the young cat said. He doled out some more batteries until all four kids had their own flashlights, and a decent stash of spare batteries before hauling the bag back into that dumpster and heading off for the Goodwill.
On the short walk down the road, Zach got an idea, and after a minute of fiddling, grabbed the nearest hand to him- which happened to be Kelly's. He grinned and pressed it to his lap, where he'd stuffed the flashlight down the front of his jeans and out of the fly. He made sure the rat's hand was wrapped around the barrel of the flashlight before he could see what was going on.
“Look, dude, I finally grew a dick just like you guys!” Zach laughed, and Kelly recoiled with a shout of surprise once he realized what he was - figuratively - doing.
“Aahh! Not cool!” the rat laughed, running off a few paces, as Colin and Belly both laughed. Zach chased him.
“Aw c'mon Kellogg! That felt good! You guys didn't tell me how awesome these things are!” he said, stroking the flashlight stuck out of his jeans lasciviously, despite the traffic passing them. “Aw, man, this is really good,” he stroked it faster, “I think I'm gonna'..!” He pointed the flashlight at Kelly and turned it on. “Aaaaah! Yeah, that's the stuff! All over you!” the cat laughed. The other boys were howling with laughter as Kelly cried out in mock protest.
“Aw, man! It's everywhere! Why did you have to do it ON me?!” Kelly laughed. Before long, the other boys were chasing him with flashlights held to their groins, and the group ran off around the corner of the closed Goodwill building. Zach was quick to hop his way up onto the loading dock and start rummaging through the few bags and boxes with the aid of his newfound flashlight. Belly, same as always, kept a nervous watch out at the corner of the building.
“Jackpot!” Zach said abruptly, rifling through a bag. There was a bunch of stuff- but what caught his interest was the bag full of hypercolor fabric. “Duuuude! Aerobics outfits?” he laughed, holding up a neon-pink and blue set. The bag had tights and leg warmers too.
“Oh, no way!” Kelly laughed, abandoning his box to come check out the outfits with Zach and holding one of them up. “…This looks like it's about your size too. Try it on!” he said with an urgent little hiss. “Belly! Anyone around?”
“No, I don't see anyone. What're you guys doing?” came Belly's voice from down the alley.
“You'll see!” Colin called, laughing as he watched Zach stripping to try on the athletic wear. Zach waved at both of them and shooed them.
“No staring, pervs! Jeez. One pussy comes out and you guys are obsessed!” he laughed at them, even if he didn't really care. The guys were cool, and he trusted them to not steal too many looks as he changed. A few moments later, Kelly ran down to the corner of the building and fetched Belly, taking up his post.
“Belly, there's something Coll-boy wants to show you. I'll take watch,” the rat said with a grin. Confused, Belly went to join them.
“What's up, guys…?” Belly froze in his tracks as he looked where Colin nonchalantly pointed. Zach was sat on the edge of the loading dock, crotch at nose-level with the opossum and grinning like a dork under the orange lights. The outfit fit perfectly, and if it weren't for the familiar face and lack of tits along with the lack of hips, he'd pass for a girl instantly. “Hoooooly shit,” Belly managed to get out.
“It's rad, isn't it Belly?” Zach chimed in, grinning crookedly as he performed a fittingly catlike stretch on the dock and really showed off. “We could just use some scissors to cut out the crotch in the tights and pull this leotard aside and…hey, are you okay?" the cat wondered, as Belly looked a little lightheaded, and leaned against Colin who caught him readily.
“Easy, Belly,” Colin laughed, “Not showtime quite yet. Put it away,” the raccoon teased, and Belly soon stood upright and shoved Colin playfully.
“C'mon, I'm not pitching that much of a tent,” he said. He was, though. “It…it looks good, New Kid, yeah.”
“It looks great, New Kid,” Colin agreed, laughing. “C'mon, let's see if we can find anything else. Pack that shit up in here,” the raccoon said, plopping his backpack on the loading dock. The crew, together, scored some new clothes, mostly old t-shirts and worn out shorts, and a few odd things they might be able to sell off in the trailer park to make a few bucks.
“So what're we doing about a camera, anyway?" Kelly asked, openly, as he puffed on one of his secondhand cigarettes. Belly shrugged.
“There's the multimedia room at the library? I really don't know anywhere else other than maybe school, or someone in the park,” the opossum wondered as they carried the fruits of their evening's labors back to the park, following the railroad tracks. Colin's ears perked.
“Wait, that's perfect. You think you can lift Mikey's library card?” the raccoon asked Belly. Kelly and Zach looked at each other, confused.
“Mikey has a library card?” Zach asked, dumbfounded. Belly rolled his eyes.
“Yeah, he's not exactly a big reader. The library loans movies out for free. It's cheaper than the video store," Belly said, trudging along. “What do you need HIS card for though, Coll-boy?”
“Trust me, man. It'll be worth it. Can you get it or not?” the raccoon urged. Belly sighed.
“Yeah, yeah. I can get it. Better be worth it though,” the opossum kid said, kicking a stick that laid in his path on the access road.
“It will be, dude.” Colin said confidently as the gang got back to the park, finding it was finally quiet. Save for crickets and the hum of window air conditioning, the uneasy peace in the park called the whole crew to their respective beds, and they parted ways.
Chapter Three - The Rehearsal#
Sunlight crept through Zach's window far earlier than he was prepared for it to, and no amount of tossing, turning, or burying his head under the pillow brought sleep back to him. He could smell coffee, too, so his mom was up. His head was foggy, still sleepy, and his head hurt. His mouth was unreasonably dry too, which made his tongue feel even more like sandpaper than usual against the roof of his mouth as he sat up in bed, finally yielding to the waking world. He rummaged for relatively clean clothes and found a pair of blue and black swim trunks, which he pulled on as well as an old tank top with a design made up of varying-size yellow dots screen printed onto it. He wandered out of his bedroom which opened into a tiny hallway.
“Hey, mom,” he said, grabbing a glass and filling it up, before taking a drink. He wrinkled his nose at the cloudy, strangely chemically-tasting water from the tap. He still wasn't used to the water, here.
“Good morning, sweetie,” his mom said as she kissed him on the top of the head, putting on a casual air. After last night, Zach wasn't buying it. “Get your dirty clothes in the hallway before you go out. Allen's going to the laundromat later."
“Alright. Can I have 5 bucks so me and the guys can go to the pool later?" he asked, abruptly. She seemed in good spirits, and might just be guilty enough to be willing to pay him off for being so loud last night.
“Five bucks? For the pool? It's seventy-five cents," she argued, “Which you -can- have if you promise to keep out of trouble.”
“It's a dollar twenty-five now. And I wanted to take the guys,” he said, a little disappointed. “They can't afford stuff like that. It's fine though,” he said, in his saddest, most downtrodden voice, “We were going to go to the library today and I was thinking maybe we could stop by the pool on the way there.” The library part was true this time, at least. His mother sighed.
“Go get my purse out of the closet. This is it for the whole week, got it?”
Too easy.
Zach showed up at the treehouse early, that morning. He'd brought one of his pop tarts from breakfast, too, with the expectation he'd find Belly sleeping there; which he did.
“Belly~, wake up~!” the cat sing-songed to his friend who was still out, curled up in the tarp on that old sofa. He waved the pop tart around in front of Belly's nose, and laughed when the opossum woke right up at that. “There you are!” Zach said. Belly reached out and took the pop tart, sitting up. He was ravenous, and dug in right away.
“Thanks, New Kid. Ugh, what time is it?” the opossum asked, as crumbs flew from his mouth while he chewed and talked simultaneously.
“Still pretty early. Coll-boy and Kellogg won't be up for a while probably,” Zach said, slumping in on the couch beside his friend. He caught an awkward fidget beside him, and shouldered Belly playfully. “You excited?”
“About what?” Belly asked. He knew what, but wanted Zach to actually say it.
“About making this stupid movie, dumbass!” Zach laughed, shoving his friend. Belly almost dropped the last bite of his poptart before shoving it into his mouth and chewing.
“Oh! Uh….yeah, I guess so,” Belly said awkwardly, scratching under an arm a little as he was still waking up. “I still gotta get Mikey's library card…”
“Oh. He was pretty drunk last night, right? Let's go, before he wakes up,” Zach said. Belly hesitated briefly, but he couldn't refuse. It was the best possible time.
“Alright, yeah,” he said. The two left the treehouse and hiked the short hike back to the still-quiet trailer park, creeping through the fence. Belly's trailer was basically just a rusty old RV trailer, with Mikey's piece of shit muscle car he loved parked outside. The screen door hung open, dangling from one hinge with the spring broken off and the main door stood wide-open. Zach wrinkled his nose as they approached, and Belly was the only one brave enough to enter. Zach was getting used to the trailer park, but this place was really hard to get used to. From just outside the door he could see ashtrays and bottles full of soggy cigarette butts littering the table, the place smelled like cockroaches and festering garbage, and it was so oppressively hot in there. No wonder Belly never spent time here, shitty parents aside; Zach wanted to leave as quickly as possible and he wasn't even inside. He stuck his head in the doorway reluctantly and watched, as Belly carefully slipped that nondescript blue card from Mikey's wallet, having found it in the elder opossum's jeans that laid on the floor. Mikey was asleep in the double bed at the back of the trailer with Belly's mom bundled in the blankets at the edge of the bed. Zach thought to himself that even Belly's mom looked like she didn't want to be near Mikey. A moment later, Zach moved back as Belly came out of their trailer, and once outside, Belly hocked a fat loogie through the open window of Mikey's stupid rust-bucket Chevy Nova as they walked past it, before they both ran off to Zach's trailer down the lane.
“You still hungry?" Zach asked Belly as he rummaged in the pantry and offered the opossum a banana, which was readily accepted.
“Always. Thanks, New Kid. Are you sure your parents are cool with me being over here when they aren't here?” Belly asked even as he peeled the banana and started eating. Zach scoffed.
“They're fine, dude. It's a banana,” he laughed. “C'mon, wanna see my room?” the cat asked, and, curious, Belly followed him across the little living room, and to the end of the hallway at the opposite end of the trailer from the master bedroom. Zach slid the pocket door open with a squeaky rattle and gestured inside.
“Cool, huh?” the cat asked, tugging Belly to follow him in before he slid the door shut with another squeaky rattle from the rollers. Belly looked around, a little dumbstruck. The new kid had his own room! And toys, and clothes, and even a few posters. Wait…
“Woah, is that a Nintendo?!” Belly remarked, seeing the game console hooked up to Zach's little black and white TV.
“Oh, yeah. Wanna play something?” Zach asked, giggling. “You should come over more instead of just hiding out in the treehouse all the time,” Zach said, turning the TV on and offering Belly the controller, and spent the next ten minutes teaching Belly how to play Mario.
Abruptly, Zach bumped his shoulder against Belly's as the cat was taking his turn with the single controller.
“Hey, Belly. I was, uh…thinking. You wanna like…practice before we have to make this movie? Like, maybe it'd be more convincing if we rehearsed.” Zach felt a flutter in his stomach even as he asked that, feeling a little bit of a thrill.
“Uh…Like, YEAH? Are you sure it's okay though?” Belly asked, looking a little unsure. Zach was already taking his shorts off, not bothering to strip his tank-top.
“Pfff, you're such a worrier. It'll be fine! It'll make it more believable,” the cat grinned, sitting on the edge of his bed with his legs spread. “Wanna see up close?” Zach asked, reaching down and pushing his labia apart, showing that bright pink skin between his outer folds. Belly forgot about the game immediately and crept closer to Zach.
“Dude, woah…” he said, eyes locked between the cat's thighs. It was a real pussy, up-close. The fact that it belonged to a friend was even better! He glanced up to Zach's face, and the cat grinned back at him.
“Give me your hand,” Zach said, reaching down, and Belly complied. The cat guided Belly's bare-skinned fingers to his pussy and wormed one side to side, smearing it in a bit of slickness before… “Push in, right…” he winced, briefly, before he found the mark and helped Belly sink his finger down to the second knuckle. Belly's eyes shot wide, as things suddenly got very, very real.
“Holy shit..!,” he said, stunned for a moment as he wiggled his finger and felt around inside Zach, who gave a few delighted squirms at the exploration and laughed. “It's warm,” the opossum said, unable to help but blush some as he dug his finger in further, realizing Zach was much deeper than he'd anticipated; not that he really knew what to expect. Zach bit his lower lip, giving a fidget of his hips that Belly noticed, and grinned. “Does that feel good?” the opossum asked as he glanced up to Zach's face.
“Ha! Yeah, man… You wanna stick your dick in?” Zach simply asked, as he looked into Belly's eyes. The look of stunned surprise and excitement made the cat laugh. “C'mon, Belly! Get it out, it'll be fun,” he said encouragingly. Belly looked a little awkward, but complied. He was already so hard it ached, and as he pulled the elastic on his shorts down to tuck beneath his balls, a string of precum drooled from his tip.
“Heh, dude, look how hard I am,” Belly grinned, flexing his boyhood and making the three-and-a-half-inch erection bob in the air. Zach laughed.
“Yeah, I've got a boner too,” he teased, using his fingers to gently coax the hood of his clit back and show off to Belly, before fidgeting a little. “C'mon, stick it in,” he encouraged, and reached down to grab Belly's slick, pink flesh that jutted out of his sheath. Belly gasped a little but was eager to comply, leaning in and fidgeting a little to get into position, while Zach helped aim. There was a slick smear, then a kiss, and a slow, opening yield around Belly's cock that swallowed him up inch after inch as the opossum stared down between them. The sights, smells…the sensations around his cock were all too much, and Belly shuddered before he even got halfway in.
“H-huhh, wait-f-f-fuck!” the opossum gasped, as Zach felt Belly's cock jerk suddenly as his friend shoved himself in to the hilt, and a hot, slimy spatter splashed hard off his inner-most depth followed by several other sharp squirts that spread warmth in the cat's belly. Zach positively squirmed at that sensation, laughing as the opossum squeezed tight against him while he rubbed Belly's shoulders.
“Aw, man! You didn't even do me!” Zach laughed, even as he watched Belly grit his teeth and ride out that orgasm, still throbbing hard as the cat squirmed and pleasured himself on the opossum's cock while he could. “Mmnh, it does feel good though, yeah…” he purred more softly.
“New Kid, that you? You seen Bell-holy shit!” he heard from outside, as Kelly's face appeared in his window. Zach jumped, as did Belly, stumbling back and popping his dick out of Zach unceremoniously, with an accompanying string of pearly-white spunk spattered onto Zach's pelvis.
“DUDE, knock?!” Zach laughed. Belly was humiliated, but laughing too as he pulled his shorts abruptly up to cover himself. Zach was not left with any such option and just grabbed his own crotch, trying to plug himself so Belly's cum didn't run out everywhere and mess up his fur.
“Woah! What the fu- hey! I'm coming in. Coll-boy!" Kelly called, "I found ‘em!” the rat shouted over his shoulder as he proceeded to climb straight into the bedroom through the open window.
Moments later, Zach's tiny bedroom was crowded with the addition of the rat and raccoon, and Zach, still bottomless, laid back on his bed with a little giggle, still giddy and feeling Belly's load inside him as Belly sat on the floor, knock-kneed and huddling in to hide his still-prominent erection.
“What did it feel like?” Kelly was grilling Belly who was too busy laughing and blushing to effectively answer anything more than ‘warm, soft, and wet’. Colin was absolutely hazing them both.
“Pff, you guys really had to practice huh? You even gonna be able to get it up for our big shoot later, Belly?” Colin grilled. Belly laughed even more and nodded, but Colin wasn't convinced so easily. “Pfff. And you, New Kid. You gonna just be dripping all day now, or what?” his attention turned to Zach, who laughed even more.
“Duuuude, I can clean it out…but I'm not done yet," he mumbled, fidgeting with his hands between his legs, biting his lip as he squirmed. Colin grinned.
“Oh, yeah? Want some help? - Hey, Kellogg. Belly couldn't finish the job, you gonna help your battle-buddy out?" he teased. He didn't expect Kelly's response.
“Really?! Shit-yeah!” the rat said, and Zach laughed, as did Colin.
“Hurry up, my stepdad's only out doing laundry,” he said, not sure how long he'd be gone. “You wanna turn too?” he asked Colin as he scooted back to the edge of the bed and kept his thighs spread, using a finger still to plug himself up and keep from leaking as he waited for Kelly. The rat was hastily unfastening his BDU's and pulling the fly open as they talked.
“Hah! Sure, New Kid. Someone's gotta finish the job after all, I doubt either of these dorks can,” Colin punched Kelly in the shoulder playfully as he made room for the rat that was already climbing up between Zach's legs. Kelly scoffed.
“Watch me, bitch,” Kelly retorted playfully as he fished his slim, tapered penis out of his underwear, setting his tongue between his lips as he aimed himself up between Zach's thighs. Zach scooted forward, grinning and sticking his tongue out.
“Isn't it kinda' gay to stick your dick in your battle buddy, Kellogg?" Zach teased his rat friend, just as Kelly found his mark and started to push in. Kelly didn't answer right away, save for a faint huff of discontent at the insinuation from his nose; he was distracted by the warm, buttery-smooth sensation of Zach's pussy slipping over his erection, made extra-slick by Belly's load that he was pushing back up into the cat. He only spoke after his sheath was squished in against his friend's spread labia, compressed to a simple band around the base of his murine dick.
“Dude, don't make it weird,” Kelly grinned his trademark buck-toothed grin, before letting his eyes roll back in his head as he worked his hips side to side and then back and forth. Zach purred and rocked his hips lazily as well, finding a counter-point rhythm with the rat easily. Colin winked at Belly as he sat beside the opossum who was watching with the slightest hint of jealousy, and quietly reached up to pinch Kelly's asscheek, causing the rat to jump forward with an alarmed squeak. Zach gasped, as did Kelly, and the whole gang laughed.
“Quit screwing around, guys! Zach's stepdad is going to be back soon, you heard him," the raccoon grinned and reached up with a dexterous foot to plant on Kelly's ass, helpfully shoving him rhythmically forward. Belly joined in after a moment on the other rumpcheek, and Kelly soon got with the program, laughing as the others effectively drove him on.
"Alright, alright! Jeeze!" Kelly laughed as Zach grinned and leaned back, with a limber lift of his legs upward and showing himself off to the rat. Kelly was quick to take the offer, wrapping his hands around Zach's ankles for better handholds. “Dude, unh- hhh, this is great, fuck…ngh." he winced and squinted as he found better angles, and hit a spot that made Zach gasp. They both laughed, again.
“Yeah- right there,” Zach quickly said, encouraging his friend by bearing down, squeezing his cock as much as he could. “Belly, hfff…taking notes?” Zach giggled.
“Shut up,” Belly retorted, laughing and quite thankful that the other guys weren't there to witness his accident.
“Hey, your tail's curling up like a corkscrew, Kellogg,” Colin observed, just teasing his rat friend. Kelly wasn't responding now, though, just staring down at where he disappeared into the cat boy as he worked with more determination.
“Aw, he's gonna blow,” Zach said with a grin, “You're getting harder,” he commented to Kelly who gave a distant little grin, shuddering as Zach bore down again. A subtle, soft clap-plap-plap of Kelly's remarkably fat balls patting on Zach's ass built up as the rat's movements got shaky. “Hey, Kellogg. Hey!" Zach insisted, until Kelly looked him in the eye. "…do it inside,” Zach encouraged, his eyes locking on the rat's for a few long moments.
Kelly's mouth set in a breathless gape, frozen mid-panting as he shuddered and hilted himself; he didn't need to be told twice. Colin and Belly both cheered and laughed as they saw him tense and shove forward. They both shoved their feet against Kelly's ass and pushed him forward against Zach, who laughed. Kelly was well over the edge, shuddering as a hard spurt of slick, runny rat cum rushed up from his balls and out to mix with Belly's load inside the cat with considerably less force and volume than the older, larger boy's, but still coming in several distinct, excited pulses that sent jolts through Zach's tummy and made him shiver with delight.
“Haa-ungh! Ngh, haahfff, unf!" Kelly half-shouted, and the other kids all shushed him in unison.
“Dude, shut up! Someone's gonna hear,” Colin laughed, shaking his foot against the rat's ass to make his hips bounce against Zach's, who couldn't quite suppress the sweet little moan that rose from him. Kelly was nearly instantly over-sensitive, and yanked himself back abruptly with a wet, sucking noise, followed after a moment by a pearly trickle that Zach was quick to plug up with his finger.
“Agh, a little warning before you yank out like that,” the cat giggled, and Kelly apologized. Zach just grinned and played with himself, squirming. “Mmnff, that was fun. You still wanna go, Coll-boy? I'm kind of wrecked,” he laughed. Colin stood up and shouldered his way past Kelly playfully, tugging his elastic shorts down in front. Kelly scooted back and flopped on the floor beside Belly, and played paper-rock-scissors with the opossum for who got the next turn on Mario. As Colin approached, Zach rolled and hiked his butt in the air, getting his knees on the edge of the bed and showing off his thoroughly creamed muff to the raccoon.
“This okay?” Zach asked, “I'm kinda' sore from layin' funny,” he said, and Colin grinned, stepping up closer and patting Zach on the butt.
“Yeah, just keep yer tail out of my face,” the raccoon said with a grin, batting a hand at the cat's tail that was waving around in the air. Zach was a little thrilled; out of all of his friends, Colin was the one he'd thought about the most when he'd played with himself, and he couldn't help but look over his shoulder as Colin unsheathed his long, curved, pink cock and used his sheath as a sleeve to stroke his shaft a few times.
“…What the shit?! Woah, hold on, dude,” Zach was stunned at the novel shape of the raccoon, and rolled back over to get a better look. “Oh, no way, Coll-boy. Lay on your back.” Zach commanded with an eager giggle. Colin looked confused, but followed the cat's instruction, and then grunted a bit as Zach straddled him. Belly looked on, curious, as Kelly played Mario.
“Er, uh…okay, yeah, this works,” Colin laughed, leaning back and getting comfortable, using a hand to adjust his nuts and fix the elastic of his shorts before Zach got into position. The raccoon grunted a bit as Zach helped line him up and sunk down, the raccoon's toes flexing. “Mmn, yeah, ok; that really works,” he mumbled as Zach slid down and came up an inch short of Colin's root. Zach's tail was frazzled already, and the cat squirmed his hips side to side.
“You're big, but, -ah-, that CURVE is gnarly, Coll-boy!” he laughed, “Your non-existent girlfriend is going to friggin' love your dick,” he panted, grinning as he saw Colin's boosted confidence. Belly was quick to counter that.
“Pff, like Coll-boy can get a girlfriend! The only thing he attracts is flies,” the opossum cracked, and he and Kelly laughed as Colin wordlessly extended a middle finger both of their way. Zach giggled too, but was mostly bracing his hands on Colin's chest, riding the raccoon with concentration, working Colin's curved dick right into that sensitive spot inside him. He shuddered. Colin throbbed in response, which made Zach shudder again.
“Aw maaaan,” Zach panted, “I'm -mmnh- I'm totally gonna cream on you, dude,” Zach giggled, as Colin started working himself too. The raccoon panted quietly and rested his head on a hand as he gave gyrations and squirms of his hips, pumping here and there as Zach ground him to that spot inside him again and again.
“Told you guys he'd need me to finish it,” the raccoon said with a cocky grin, knowing fully well by now that he was about to get his own as well. He didn't even mind the warm, wet drooling of the others' seed down the base of his dick and balls, Zach's hot, cream-pied pussy felt way too good for him to give it a second thought. “Ah, woah, you -squeeze-,” Colin laughed, tensing and gritting his teeth a little as the cat trembled, fingers twiddling his clit as he rode the raccoon.
“Ah-y-yeah, I'm..mmnf, fuu-huuck," Zach uttered, tipping his head up a little as he worked himself faster with his hand, squirming and grinding hungrily against Colin who obliged with a few spirited pumps of his hips under the cat. Zach gasped, abruptly, and gave a trembling little mewl as his pussy fluttered and flexed, and he came around Colin, practically milking the raccoon with the strong convulsions of his intersexed climax, and making Colin groan out. The raccoon sawed a few more deep strokes of his dick into Zach as the cat shuddered and jerked atop him, before he nestled down until his cock bottomed out in the cat and, with a grunt, started to pulse with forceful shots of cum, pumping six healthy gouts of thick, slimy cum into Zach before he grunted and shuddered, easing back to the bed. A drenching mix of the cat's runny seed, mixed with raccoon, opossum and rat cum, oozed out of Zach's still-milking cunt around the raccoon's cockbase, washed out from deep within the cat by Colin's massive load.
“Awh, dude, whoa,” Colin gasped, panting hotly and still squirming his hips, savoring the still-throbbing intensity of his fading climax as Zach giggled and squirmed atop him still. “Hooooly shit, most awesome fuckin' jizz of my life,” he laughed, holding a hand up. “High five!" Zach immediately answered, and the smack of hand-to-hand resounded smartly in the bedroom.
Just before they all heard the sound of a car pulling up in front of the trailer.
“Shit, it's Allen!” the cat gasped, practically leaping off of Colin's lap and going to run interference, leaving the raccoon to deal with the cum-soaked mess of his own pubic fur as Zach grabbed his swim trunks and dove into the nearby bathroom, shutting the door behind himself. Colin looked down at himself and groaned.
“Aw, gross,” he sighed, looking around for any of Zach's dirty laundry to clean himself off on, and finding none. Belly snickered, as did Kelly, confident in their own perceived innocence.
“Better figure somethin' out, dude,” Belly said, still a little jealous that Colin was able to last so long, and even make Zach climax. He definitely wasn't going to help the raccoon at this point, it was too fun watching him panic. Kelly just kept playing Mario.
“Shut up, I …ugh, I got this,” Colin sighed before using a hand to just rub the cum into his fur so it wouldn't ruin his underwear too much, before yanking them and his shorts up just as he heard the front door of the trailer opening.
Chapter Four - The Heist#
As the gang walked along the tracks toward town, Kelly and Belly were relentlessly teasing Colin.
“God, it smells like jizz around here,” Belly would start, only for Kelly to respond in kind while he kicked a little dust up from the road with each step.
“Yeah, gosh. Like someone totally got off and just rubbed it into their fur or something,” Kelly laughed. Colin punched Kelly in the shoulder, and did the same to Belly with a little extra spice on it.
“You dorks are just sniffin' me cuz you're gay for raccoons,” Colin laughed, kicking some dust back at Kelly. “Hey, thanks for conning your mom out of some money for the pool though, New Kid. I'll pay you back for me and these idiots out of their share of our next score,” he mused, to which Kelly and Belly both nearly protested, before realizing that, indeed, they all owed Zach for that, and more.
“It's cool, really. Since we're going to be right there anyway I thought it'd be nice," Zach smirked. “Besides, I think Belly might need some more time to recharge his batteries," the cat teased, as he brushed shoulders with the opossum as they walked under the oppressive late-morning sun. “And, uh…Sorry I leaked all over you,” he said after a brief pause. Colin laughed.
“Not your fault, dude. But yeah, the locker room shower sound extra good right now,” Colin said, making a face as he dug a hand down into his elastic shorts and pried his underwear away from his pubic fur for the third time in ten minutes, and then spent a few moments scratching as he casually wandered back in the group a little more. He carefully positioned himself behind Belly as the opossum was none the wiser, and then grappled Belly abruptly from behind, covering his nose and mouth with the hand he was scratching himself with.
“How's that smell, now, dude?! Smells like a couple naked-tails to me, almost like their buddy Colin covered their asses!" Colin laughed as Belly tried to fight him off, and Zach and Kelly laughed at them both. Belly fought back, though, and soon bucked Colin before tackling him into the dirt, the two rolling around and pummeling each other. It was a good fight - a friend-fight, as the gang had dubbed them - where, sure, it hurt a little bit, nobody really got hurt, aside from the occasional bloody nose or scrapes and bruises. When they were done, Zach helped Belly up with a little giggle and Kelly offered a hand to Colin. The hand was taken, and the trust betrayed as Colin swept Kelly's feet out from under him and, as the rat went down, Colin climbed right on top of him and shoved the rat's nose into his crotch.
“You're laughing! You think that's funny?! Can you smell yourself there too?!” Colin shouted, Belly and Zach laughing together now as Kelly kicked at the air and struggled with Colin and eventually bit the bigger boy as he found himself at a loss for anything else to do. “Ow, fuck!” Colin yelped and jumped off of the rat, holding his crotch. “Easy there, ya' fuckin' chainsaw with whiskers! Jeez, two inches to the left and you would'a neutered me,” Colin laughed, checking for blood and coming up, thankfully, clean. Kelly was already getting up and dusting himself off, not that it helped, all but Zach were almost entirely sepia-toned after their tussle on the dusty access road.
“You deserved it, nerd. Ugh, you have cum on your shorts dude,” Kelly laughed, rubbing his nose with the back of a wrist and trying to get the wet out of his fur. The other kids looked and laughed at Colin.
“Missed a spot!” was the theme of their teasing as they walked the rest of the way to the pool.
After showering in the locker room and swimming for a few hours at the pool the kids found themselves much cleaner, as well as hungry and tired. They headed out to sit on the curb and splitting one of the expired bags of chips they'd acquired the night before while they watched a group of bored housewives doing aerobics in the summer heat under the shade of the trees in the park across the street.
“I don't get it. Why not just go play basketball or soccer or something?” Zach said, as he dug in the bag at the mostly-crushed potato chips to pick up a bite's worth between three fingers. He passed the bag to his right.
“Really. I guess they wouldn't get to dress up in those ridiculous tights and stuff though if they did,” Kelly said, fetching his own bite of chips before passing the bag again.
“... I bet their husbands make them do it, because they like watching,” Belly said as he upended the bag and simply poured a mouthful of chip dust into his jaws. Nobody called him on it, Belly always got preferential treatment with food with good reason. He passed the bag to his right.
“So do I,” Colin said matter-of-factly, to which all but one of the other boys laughed and agreed. Kelly looked to his left.
“What, New Kid, you don't?” Kelly asked.
“I didn't say that,” Zach evaded.
“You didn't say anything,” Belly observed.
“…I guess not, then,” Zach said, a little awkwardly. “I mean…they look kind of ridiculous, so it's funny, but it doesn't make me horny or anything.”
“Huh,” each of the others said, in turn.
“…What?” Zach asked, looking over at them.
“It makes sense,” Kelly said, without elaboration. None was needed. There was another long pause.
“… Huh,” Zach said, almost matter-of-factly, as he slowly realized. There was a long pause that followed, before Zach spoke back up. “You guys are cool with that?”
“Yeah,” they all said, in their own unique intonation.
“Great. I guess I'm just gay for my bros,” Zach snickered, “And you guys are gay for doing it with a gay kid!” he abruptly shouted, before jumping up and running down the road.
“Oh, you're fucking dead!” Kelly shouted as he jumped up and gave chase, laughing the whole way. The others laughed and jumped to follow them all the way to the library, a scant block away.
The kids slowed outside the library and Colin handed his backpack off to Zach after grabbing a new-in-wrapper VHS cassette from inside it, found on one of their countless dumpster diving expeditions. Zach headed in first, and Kelly gave a brief, shifty look around, before heading into the library a minute or two after Zach. Colin addressed Belly in the shadow against the windowless wall of the library.
“You get the plan, right? Just go in and say you're Mikey and give her the card, and say you need to use the multimedia room for a half hour. I'll meet you inside. Try to look like you're a real shithead too, like Mikey does," Colin teased Belly, who made a face.
“Yeah, I get it. Ugh…doesn't stop me from being nervous,” Belly mumbled.
“Dude, you're a natural, you got this,” Colin urged, before Belly slowly fixed his scowl into a sort of set sneer, just like Mikey's. He pushed his shoulders back a little more and walked more heavily than usual, around the corner. Colin was proud.
“Hey, babe,” came a gruff voice from across the counter. The blue-white furred, elderly ferret turned and looked over the counter at the disheveled, cocky opossum across the counter. The opossum slid across a library card. “Need to record a video, can I use the multimedia room for a half hour?" The ferret picked up the card gingerly and looked it over, before punching in some numbers into the green-screened terminal on the desk.
“Oh, hello again, mister Rutter," she said, which made Belly almost double-take. Was she really buying this? “Nobody's using that right now, and nobody has it reserved, so I think a half hour would be fine. You have your own tape?" she asked, clicking agonizingly slowly at the terminal. Billy nodded.
“Yeah, I got it,” he said with Mikey's usual impatient, gruff tone. “C'mon lady, I got stuff to do,” he said, feigning impatience which was half-authentic, mostly because his tail was getting sore from him standing on his tip-toes atop it. Belly heard the door open as Colin walked in and headed for the periodicals, right next to the little studio.
“Alright, alright,” she said, not going any faster by Billy's perception, finishing keying whatever it was into the computer. “If you need any help using the camera there's a poster on the wall, or I can come help.”
“No! Er, no thanks, I got it,” BIlly said, almost falling out of character. He eagerly took the library card back and stuffed it in his pocket. “Thanks,” he said, and the bespectacled old ferret waved him on as he hastily took off toward the back. As he was opening the multimedia room's door the bathroom door opened, and Zach emerged, looking sketchily around before stepping out and zipping neatly between chairs and tables to the multimedia room, dressed in his bright day-glow costume. Colin followed effortlessly through the door, as Kelly settled in with a copy of MAD Magazine from the periodicals rack to keep a lookout.
In the multimedia room, a flurry of activity started.
“Hurry up,” Colin said, as he fiddled with the camera and tripod. Belly was pulling the blinds closed as Zach fidgeted, already sitting on top of the desk that was in front of the camera. “Just like…you know. Do it. And try not to make it look like you're having too much fun," Colin smirked, “Remember. You're a pro. I'll take care of the rest,” the raccoon said. He carefully unplugged the microphone from the camera and hefted it off of its tripod. Zach looked curious.
“What's up with the mic?” Zach asked despite the red light illuminating on the front of the camcorder.
“So Mikey can't hear who's here. He might recognize your voice, or mine. And we don't have to be mimes this way,” the raccoon said. “Show me your pussy,” he said, crouching down between Zach's legs, the camera rolling as Colin carefully lined up the shots. Zach pulled the leotard to the side, tucking it into the crease where his inner thigh met his groin. The seam had been split in his tights beneath, letting the fluff and folds of his immature muff out. Zach spread his legs wide and grinning a little bit.
“C'mon Belly, hurry up!” Zach whispered to the opossum, despite the microphone being disconnected. Belly's shirt was off, and he was fighting with a tangled drawstring in his shorts, before finally getting them down. Colin moved the camera from Zach to Belly, taking in a shot of the naked possum next, moving back as Belly took a few awkward steps forward and stepped up between Zach's knees. There was an awkward fidgeting of positions, briefly, as Colin shifted around and aimed the camera between Zach and Belly, catching Belly's hand palming up between Zach's legs and kneading at his pussy. Zach purred, and worked his hips up against Belly's touch, greedily urging him to stick a finger in. Belly obliged.
“Perfect,” Colin said, as he captured, up-close, Belly's fingers playing with Zach's pussy, and then a finger sinking into the cat, followed by another as Zach spread his legs wider and opened up under the harsh fluorescent lighting. Belly played there for a few moments, before Zach giggled faintly.
“Feel how wet it is?” the cat asked, and Belly nodded with a crooked grin. “That's because of you,” Zach teased, and Colin grinned, zooming in on Belly's growing erection, already peeking a pink length of flesh from his sheath.
“C'mon, Belly. Show the camera how wet your fingers are,” he teased. The opossum complied, though, and pulled his fingers out to show the slick smear of juicy slime between his fingers, smirking as he reached to smear that juice onto his own dick. Belly stepped forward and Colin shifted position again, capturing both of them from the sternum-down from a somewhat high angle. Belly nestled in as Zach hugged his knees to his chest, and Belly lined himself up, smearing down the groove of Zach's pussy before pressing himself in, and easily sinking down into that cat's slick depths until his balls smashed to Zach's ass.
“Du-huude," Colin said, zooming in as the opossum slid back, and pushed forward, starting to pump. Zach giggled and bit his lip, trying not to squeeze or egg Belly on any more than the generally warm flesh around him already was.
“Baseball, Belly. Baseball, grandma, Mrs. Jones, your trailer,” Zach said, and Belly laughed as he rocked his hips, bouncing back and forth and realizing he couldn't bottom out in Zach; he could shove every last bit of his dick straight into the cat.
“Why the fuck does that work?” Belly laughed, finding himself able to work faster, and with more gusto as he got used to the sensation coupled with the nerves from being on camera. Colin got bored with the view after a minute and stepped back, panning up to show Belly working away, the opossum panting a bit and holding one of the cat's ankles, his other hand on one of Zach's thighs.
“Hey, Belly. What'cha got to say to Mikey right now?” Colin asked, showing Belly's face. Belly smirked, and without skipping a beat, still rutting his hips, lifted both middle fingers to the camera.
“Fuck. You. Mikey.” Belly said, looking straight into the camera and making sure to mouth the words extra-clearly. Zach laughed, and in doing so, fluttered and squeezed around Belly some. “Ah, f-fuck, shit- do that again, dude,” he gasped, leaning forward and working a little faster, happy to finally have a real chance with the cute intersexed cat. Zach giggled and bit his lip, but squeezed down and made his pussy's walls collapse down around Belly's dick as best as he could.
Zach could feel Belly throbbing inside him as the tension rose. Colin guided them to fix their positions, making Belly lean back and show off more, putting his hand behind his head and letting the camera see between them. Zach worked Belly over again, purring happily.
“You should totally shoot on Zach's stomach, Belly, like they do in porno!” Colin suggested, and Zach giggled.
“I'm never wearin' this stupid thing again so yeah, do it," Zach grinned, grunting faintly as he squeezed his friend again tight, working his hips around a little as Belly fucked him. Belly was shuddering, already a little out of breath and trembling, and Zach could feel his tension, and the wet drizzling of pre inside him. “Do it, dude. Do it..! Do it!" Zach whispered in a slow chant, that Colin joined in on. Belly started humping in time, panting, gritting his teeth a little as his eyes squinted shut, and Colin backed off to get a better shot of them both. An agonizingly slow minute passed as Belly tried to get himself off, and ultimately resorted to pulling mostly-out and jacking off briskly with his cocktip tucked inside Zach's pussy.
“Ahyeah, there, nnh, I'm gonna..!” he yanked back abruptly and, stroking himself hard and fast, started to shoot slippery squirts of cloudy-clear-white spunk over Zach's leotard, the pale fluid standing out against the brilliant orange fabric as the opossum slung rope after rope of his seed onto Zach. Colin leaned in and got an extra-good shot of that with a little laugh.
“Shit, dude. Woulda' never guessed you already got off today. Wipe it off on his stomach, dude,” the raccoon uttered as a final direction, which Belly was happy to oblige, before the red light went out, and Colin busily set the camera back up on the tripod, ejecting their tape and plugging the mic back in. Belly flashed a grin at Zach who grinned back at him, and went to start getting dressed hastily.
“Uh, thanks Zach,” Belly said a little awkwardly as he was tying his shorts' drawstrings, and Zach was peeling the leotard and tights off to get back into his tank-top and swim trunks.
“Don't mention it, bro. If this works and shuts Mikey up it's totally worth it. Plus, it was fun,” the cat giggled, wadding the leotard up and throwing it into the garbage can. Colin was stuffing the tape into his backpack when he heard a distinct cough-cough cough from Kelly outside.
“Shit, hurry up guys!” Colin hissed. Belly and Zach had just finished dressing when they heard a clatter and commotion outside the media room. Colin headed out first.
“What the …oh, are you okay?” the raccoon asked, seeing Kelly laying in a pile of magazines that had been swiped off the rack and, apparently, taken a pratfall into. The white-haired ferret lady was visibly flustered, and creakily bending to help Kelly up, and Colin urged her not to bother herself. “No! Ma'am, don't hurt yourself, I can help - jeez, you okay, guy?" he asked Kelly as Zach and Belly snuck out the back. Colin and Kelly stayed back to pick up the magazines and try to sort them back onto the rack, before making their own escapes as the librarian's attention was diverted with her more authoritative efforts at that task.
The four boys were practically buzzing off the high of a successful heist as they walked home through town, and made record time along the long stretch of railroad access road that led back to the trailer park. Colin smirked and held the fence back for the others, letting them in.
“Alright, most excellent of dudes. One final task for each of us on our mission,” Colin said, passing the video tape in its jacket to Kelly. “Do you understand your mission?” Kelly grinned.
“Sir! Wait for the diversion and plant the ‘classified article’,” he held up the video tape, “under the driver seat of Mikey's car!”
“And you guys?” Colin smirked to Zach and Belly.
“I still don't get how this is going to-" Belly was cut off by Colin.
“Trust the process, agent Belly! Are you in?” Colin asked. Belly shrugged, and nodded.
“Yeah, so long as you're sure this will work.” the opossum said. He wasn't looking forward to trying to sneak the library card back into Mikey's wallet. “Hey, what's New Kid doing, anyway?”
“That's classified, agent Belly; focus on your own mission,” Colin said. “Once the operation is complete, we meet in the treehouse after dinner," the raccoon said, and the others nodded.
Colin crouched in the brush in the turn-around in the center of the little trailer park, watching Belly walk toward his trailer. Mikey was outside, working on an old lawnmower. Belly's mom wasn't there, she usually worked late hours and nobody really knew exactly what she did, but there were plenty of rumors.
“The fuck you been, boy?” Mikey said. It always started like this, and got worse throughout the night.
“Pool,” Belly simply said, trying his hardest to ignore his dad as he climbed the rickety steps into his house.
“Don't you turn your back on me when I'm talkin' to you, shitstain,” Mikey growled from a short distance away as Belly disappeared into the trailer and Colin pushed his way out of the brush. The raccoon walked along the dusty gravel road down the middle of the park, already bristling a bit. He hated Mikey with a passion. Everyone in the park did, really. He didn't need to act to play his part.
“Hey, what the fuck is your problem, asshole?" Colin shouted across the lane to Mikey, drawing the opossum's attention. “Do you gotta' be a piece of shit to little kids because you're too much of a pussy to get in a fight with someone your own size? Or are you just jealous because Belly's dick is bigger than yours ya' fuckin' loser!?” Colin didn't care if he'd get grounded for talking to an adult like that if his parents found out. They hated Mikey too, and he'd probably get a pass explicitly because of who it was directed at.
“The fuck did you say, trash bandit?” Mikey roared. He wasn't huge, but he was an adult, and as he stood up, Colin realized he had grabbed a big wrench from his toolbox. His gut tightened, but Colin stood firm. This one's for Belly.
“I said you're a fuckin' pussy who's such a loser he's gotta' pick on little kids to feel better about himself! What the fuck you gonna' do about it, faggot?” Colin shouted back, stooping and grabbing a sizable rock from the gravel path, and winging it with surprising accuracy at Mikey. Mikey sidestepped, and the rock sailed past him and clunked against the fender of his rustbucket Chevy Nova.
“I'm gonna' teach your punk ass a lesson your daddy's too fat and stupid to teach ya', shitstain!” Mikey roared, and started running for Colin. Colin had been counting on this; there's no way a thirty-something three-pack-a-day drunkard smoker could keep up with him. It was child's play, and Colin led him clear to the far side of the trailer park, despite stopping occasionally to grab a good rock and throw it back at the elder opossum, continually hurling antagonizing language back to him as he did so.
Kelly slipped neatly through the long shadows during the commotion, and despite several people having come out to see what was going on, evaded detection. The task was simple, and he easily leaned through the broken driver's-side window of the car and reached down inside, throwing the video tape under the driver's seat before disappearing into the trees again, now with Belly in tow. Colin ended up leaving Mikey in the dust after leading him around for a solid minute, running off down the tracks and flipping the double-bird back at Mikey.
“Fuck you, Mikey!” the raccoon laughed as the opossum made hollow threats.
Chapter Five - The Payoff#
Zach picked up the phone, nervously. Just how Colin showed him at the pool earlier, using a wrap of his tank-top around the handle. He used the back of a knuckle to dial the digits.
9-1-1.
“9-1-1, what's the location of your emergency?” came the voice from the other end of the line. Zach briefly wondered why she sounded so friendly for such a serious phone number.
“Uh- h-hi,” Zach said. He stammered on purpose, and used his ‘small’ voice, the kitten voice that was still hiding inside him.
“Hello, what's the location of your emergency?” came the voice again, more insistent.
“Oh, uh…Fallow Acres trailer park, t-the one by the gas station,” Zach said. He could hear shouting in the park a block away. “There's this guy named Mikey, and h-he took me and my friend into the library earlier and made us do weird stuff and video taped it, and now he's fighting with my friend,," Zach said. His heart was pounding with a rush of adrenaline for some reason.
“Are you in danger right now?” the voice asked. It sounded more serious, now.
“N-no,” Zach said. It was true. “But, I think he's going to hurt my friend because my friend knows where he hid the tape in his car,” also, technically not a lie.
“Okay, stay calm. Police are on their way. What's your name?”
“Please hurry,” Zach said, before hanging up the phone. He wiped the phone down a little more with his tank-top's fabric for good measure before running back into the woods behind the gas station and following the trail back to the park, heading straight home like Colin told him to.
The next several hours were a flurry of activity in the park. The police came, and handcuffed Mikey, who - of course - denied everything, but didn't do himself any favors in how he addressed the cops. The cops didn't exactly have the best history with Mikey anyway. Belly's mom came home early from work a bit later, in a taxi. She had glitter in her fur. The police questioned the whole friend group; Zach and Kelly both patently denied any knowledge or involvement, just like Colin said to. Colin testified to having found the tape, but didn't know what was on it, just that Mikey got really mad at him when he found it. Belly was dumbstruck by everything. Zach felt a little bad for him, and stood by his side to play the supportive friend as much as he could, even going so far as to hold the opossum's hand for a while as they sat together between conversations with grown-ups.
The detective interpreted Belly's shock in the moment as confirmation enough, and Belly readily told the police the narrative they were prepared to hear. The one he wanted them to hear. The one that would shut Mikey up for good. The one Colin had set up for him, and laid at his feet. Colin could be a real asshole at times, but always with the best intentions. Colin was a good leader.
Once the dust cleared, and a few months of lawyers, counselors, and child welfare people had passed, it would be well over a decade before Belly would have to even think about Mikey again, and by then, he was going to be long gone from this trailer park. He was going to start a band with his friends, and they were going to make it big, together, because nobody gets out of the park on their own.
And there was nothing to stop them, now.
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