The ferret stood on the bed, staring at the glistening pink folds. Licking his lips nervously, he clenched and unclenched his tiny fists. As he took a few deep breaths, he tried to slow his racing heart. At the other end of the bed, Fluttershy continued to snore softly.
“C’mon, Squeaks! Don’t be a pussy!”
“Shut up!” Squeaks hissed, glaring at the chipmunk on the floor. “You want her to wake up or something?”
The chipmunk crossed his arms and stared up at the furious ferret. “You’ve been up there for an hour, fuckface! Either do it or get down. I could be doing something else, you know!”
“Quit bugging me, Cheeks!” Squeaks whispered as loudly as he dared. “This was your idea, anyway! You want it to go faster? Why don’t you get up here and do it?”
The chipmunk rolled his eyes, allowing his arms to fall heavily back to his sides. “Because I’m not the same shape as that thing she’s always using,” he said, pointing to box discreetly tucked under the pegasus’s bed, “and you are!”
“Yeah, yeah, shut up already,” Squeaks muttered, turning back to the task at hand.
It had seemed like such a hilarious idea when they were having cider earlier. Digging around in the pantry, Cheeks had discovered some of Fluttershy’s secret stash, and they’d gone to town. Soon, Buck the beaver and Bill the duck had joined them, and they were all smashed.
It was then that Cheeks had started joking about how Fluttershy was always yelling and screaming at night when she used that thing she kept in the box on herself. They all knew better than to be anywhere near her when that happened. If she saw you, then she got all embarrassed and wouldn’t come out of her room for a week. Then they had to go forage, and that mess blew chunks.
Then Bill had started in on about how Squeaks kinda looked like that thing, and they’d gone off for a while talking about how he was going to accidentally get used as a sex aid one of these days. He’d been laughing about what he was going to do in there when Cheeks started daring him to try it. So he’d said he would. Why not?
Of course, they’d had to scramble when Fluttershy came home all of a sudden. They’d thought they were busted for sure when she’d gone from room to room, sniffing the air. Eventually, she just shrugged and sat down to do some needlepoint, snuggling up with that little shithead, Angel. God, Squeaks wanted to drown that fucking brown-nosing rabbit.
So here he was. He couldn’t back down, or he’d be a pussy. He couldn’t go forward, or he’d be in a pussy. What now, genius? he thought. Peeking back over the side, he saw Cheeks staring back up at him, tapping his foot impatiently on the floor.
Squeaks whipped his head back from the edge of the bed. Drawing himself up to his full height, he marched back to where Fluttershy lay. He slapped himself in the face a few times. Okay, gotta do this!
Squeaks reached out a tiny paw, touching the glistening folds. “Least it’s soft in there,” he muttered, pushing the opposite wall with his other paw. Leaning forward, he poked his nose into the folds.
“Mmmmmmmmmm,” Fluttershy groaned, her eyes moving rapidly beneath their lids.
Squeaks jerked back, his heart hammering wildly in his chest. Looking over the edge of the bed again, he could see Cheeks wide eyes mirroring his terror. But the tiny face also held anticipation. While he was nearly fainting from nervousness, Cheeks wasn’t about to let Squeaks off the hook.
Groaning, the ferret walked back to the orifice. It was shiny now, moistening at the stimulation. Taking a deep breath, Squeaks plunged his head in.
”Oh!” Fluttershy gasped, her voice thick with sleep.
Got to keep going! Squeaks thought as the pink walls clenched around him. Pushing forward with his hind legs, he shoved half his body into the wet hole before Fluttershy’s bucking left him with no purchase.
On the floor, Cheeks hid behind a potted plant, sure the pegasus would wake up any second. He’d thought that Squeaks would chicken out by now. He’d been preparing to rib him all week about it. I’d never have believed it! he though, his paws clenched into tight fists beneath his eyes. That stupid bastard actually did it! He resolved to punch Squeaks in the face for being such a goddamned moron next time they were alone.
Fluttershy bucked, her hips rising into the air, and Cheeks could see his ferret friend’s feet kicking madly, trying to find something to push against. He was sure it was all over Fluttershy kicked the covers off the bed, but she lay back down, sprawling spread eagle.
As her hips came back down, Squeaks breathed a sigh of relief. Well, he tried, anyway. There was barely any air, and the stink of wet horse vagina was so overpowering that he could barely think straight. Gotta… keep going! he though. With his back paws on the bed again, he pushed forward, wiggling his body like a snake to drive himself deeper inside.
Cheeks cringed as Fluttershy cried out again, whipping her head back and forth slowly. His heart was beating so hard that he could feel his ears pulsing. Tip-toeing away from the plant, he stared at the pegasus’ hindquarters. I can’t even fucking see him! he thought, biting his claws. Cheeks, you’ve done it this time! God, I hope he’s alright.
Several long minutes went by. Minutes that the chipmunk spent in frenzied self-reflection. He’d thought this was all a gas, but now it looked like his friend might be dead somewhere up this pegasus’s cooter, and there was no way the others weren’t going to rat him out for this one.
Okay, I’ve got to get out of here,” he thought. I’ll get on the first train and start fresh somewhere far away from here. Cheeks scampered for the nearest hole in the cottage’s wall.
Another shuddering gasp stopped him in his tracks. Turning slowly, he nearly collapsed with relief when he saw Squeaks wiggle his way out. Nervously, he looked to the pegasus’ face, be she still seemed to be sleeping peacefully.
“You fucking moron!” Cheeks hissed, shaking his fist. “You nearly gave me a heart attack! What were you doing in there that whole time?”
“You won’t believe it!” Squeaks called down, wiping at the sticky fur around his eyes with a paw. “There’s a condo in there!”
Cheeks’s brow furrowed. “What?!”
Grabbing the quilt, Squeaks began letting himself down the side of the bed, paw over paw. At the bottom, he shook himself vigorous, trying to rid himself of the odiferous pussy juice that covered him.
“Come on, what the fuck are you talking about?” Cheeks said, throwing his paws out beside him.
“I got in there, and there was a door!” Squeaks said, his eyes shining. “So I opened it, and there was this condo! They got a fully stocked fridge and cable!” The ferret grinned broadly at his friend. “I didn’t get to fully check the place out because I wanted to get back out here, but we could totally live in there!”
Cheeks stared at his friend, moving his head this way and that to check for damage. “We’ve got to get you to a doctor or something. You’re not making any sense.”
“No, you’ve got to see this!” Squeaks grabbed the chipmunk by the scruff of the neck and began clawing his way back up the bedding.
“Let me go, you lunatic!” Cheeks beat his fist against the ferret’s side, but without leverage, he had little effect.
“Trust me, you’re going to love this!” Squeaks said as he hauled the chipmunk over the edge of the bed and carried him to Fluttershy’s snatch. “Check it out!”
“Squeaks, don’t you—” Cheeks began before Squeaks shoved him headfirst into the glistening hole. At the other end of the bed, Fluttershy squealed, shuddering, but Squeaks decided it was time to go for broke. Backing up, he got a running start and dove into the dripping vag, pushing Cheeks along as he slid up the Pegasus's channel.
“Well, I’ll be!” Cheeks said, turning slowly in the spacious living room. “This place is pretty nice! Flat screen TV. Sectional couch. Wall to wall carpet.”
“See?!” Squeaks said, closing the door behind them. Grinning widely, the ferret hopped from foot to foot. “I couldn’t believe it!”
“I can see why,” the chipmunk said in a far away voice. “Seems like it's bigger than the cottage.” He turned to stare at the ferret, confused. “How is that even possible?”
Squeaks shrugged. “Dunno, but are you thinking what I’m thinking?”
Cheeks smiled slowly. “We gotta show everyone else, don’t we?”
Squeaks nodded vigorously. “It’s party time!” they said as they gave each other a high five.
Fluttershy limped to the kitchen, yawning. She felt so tired this morning. And sore! At the table, Angel sat, glaring at her as he waited for his breakfast.
“Oh, so sorry, Angel Bunny. I know you’re hungry.” Fluttershy stopped to stretch, blinking and rubbing her eyes. “I just can’t seem to wake up. I guess I overdid it with the… well, I just overdid it last night.” Fluttershy stopped in her tracks, swiveling her ears. “Angel, where are the others? They’re usually here by now for breakfast…”
Angel shrugged, then pointed to his empty plate, scowling.
“Oh, right,” Fluttershy said, smiling. “Let’s get you fed.” Yawning widely again, she began chopping vegetables. “Then I think I’m going to go back to bed again for a few hours. Maybe read a book. Something to keep myself occupied while I wake up.”
