Friday was, finally, the day of rest Kyle needed. All he had to do was get his textbooks and semester supplies. The campus bookstore had assigned a few hours for each group of students. A mix of sizes and species in each, but a limited number so the bookstore wasn’t chaos. The trip went pretty smoothly. Mostly. Kyle had to use his tail to shove a warthog. She had nearly stepped on a turtle who was squatting to rummage through a low shelf. 

She had been thankful, at least. Kyle had seen others get pissed despite being in the wrong. So many communities were segregated by size. The incoming freshmen weren’t used to watching underfoot. Underhoof? She had paid more attention after that, at least. And Kyle got to meet Bernard. He helped the turtle get a few high-shelf items before he checked out. 

And then relaxation. A good part of the day was hanging out with Tommy. They got lunch together, played video games for a while- on the brand new, quite large TV Tommy had bought for their room- and chatted about the semester. The best part, other than relaxation, was that Tommy seemed to be more comfortable around Kyle. He didn’t have that tinge of fear smell, and he seemed okay being closer to Kyle than before. 

Tommy also shared he would be gone most of Saturday, out with the cats. Life couldn’t have lined up better. Kyle had texted Rupert and arranged their Saturday call earlier that day. He thought he would have to find somewhere well out of earshot from anyone. Nope. He could call his dad from the comfort of his dorm. Better yet, Tommy was cool with Kyle inviting friends over while he was out. 

Saturday, on the other hand, started out with anxiety and nervousness. Kyle kept checking his phone. Rupert had to work in the afternoon, so they agreed to a call at eleven. Kyle hadn’t wanted it to be so early he’d be sleepy or fail to get to a private spot. The latter was no longer necessary, but he still wanted to be coherent and ready for his father. 

But he woke up at eight thirty, and couldn’t fall back asleep. Kyle alternated between distracting himself on the computer and checking his phone. Closer and closer to eleven. 

Life couldn’t stop being silly, though. Eventually Kyle got into the game he was playing, lost track of time, and was startled by the phone ringing. He snorted at himself and pushed away from his desk. He picked up his phone and answered, making a short hop onto his bed. 

“Hi dad!” Kyle settled sitting on the bed, pillows supporting his back as he leaned against the wall. 

“Hey bud. How’re you doing?”

Kyle rested his head back. “Great! I got all my books yesterday, and the dorm is all set and unpacked. Everything’s looking pretty good. How are things going down there? I hope you weren’t too tired from the whole… no sleep thing?”

“Nah. Told you I’ve done worse. I slept like a log after the drive, though.” 

“Hah, that’s fair. I was worried the whole time you were driving. I kept checking my map. … Jeeze is that weird? Am I getting the whole adult over protective thing?”

Ruper laughed hard and loud. It took him a bit to compose himself. “Kyle, you’re nineteen. You’re closer to the pouch than adulthood.” 

“Come on, that’s not fair. I’m plenty mature!”

More laughter. 

“I suppose. Plenty more than I was at your age. Still, you’ve got a way to go, little hopper.”

Kyle smiled. He closed his eyes, taking a moment to just enjoy… his dad. The banter. It was like there was no strain between them at all. Like back before the divorce. It was almost like nothing had happened on the move into his dorm. 

But it had. 

Kyle sat up a little, looking around his dorm. 

“Hey dad, do you know about video calls?” 

“Yeah. Really, Kyle? I’m not that out of date. Some of my gym guys do it for feedback, if I’m not on-site.” there was a pause. “Do you want to?”

“It’d be nice, since we… like… we need to talk about stuff? I think it’d be easier if I can see you.”

“Yeah, sure thing bud. Just give me a second.”

Kyle lowered the phone. Somehow, it felt like his heart was in his throat. But at the same time, his heart was fluttering around his chest. His tail tensed and his toes curled, claws straining his socks. He did his best not to squeeze his phone. Cradle, not clench, right?

The screen lit up with his dad’s face. Up close, distorted, muzzle tip taking up most of the screen. Kyle tapped the camera icon with his thumb so Rupert could see him too. 

“There we go,” Rupert grunted as he settled back. The camera went from muzzle to face, head, and torso. Rupert relaxed back in a recliner. Kyle could see his father was shirtless, showing off his chest and shoulders. Faint tufts of Rupert’s darker pit fur peeking between chest and arm. 

“Yeah, thanks! Perfect. Uhm… yeah.” Kyle felt his ears growing hot. “So uh… yeah, things are all good over here. How about over there?”

Rupert raised an eyebrow, peering curiously at his phone. At Kyle. “Yeah, things are good. Same old. Not much has changed since you were here last week. Anything going on over there?”

Kyle shrugged. He was so used to giving his father lackluster responses. Things were good. No details. No engagement. 

“Actually, yeah, things have been pretty great. I got to hang out with friends a lot. I got my books and courses all set up. Actually, I met with my advisor. He’s all pissed I don’t have a major or anything, so he’s trying to get on that. He had me sign up for a communications class. Something about shared tongue. He thinks communications might be a good major for me.”

“What’s a communications major? Like, what sort of things does that do?”

Kyle could tell Rupert had rested his hand, and phone, on his thigh. It was a beautiful perspective, up along Rupert’s belly, chest, and face. If only the view was a little right, a little down… 

“Uh… it’s like… about communication.” Could he have made a dumber response? “Like, communicating information.” Was that even worse? “For like… some go into advertising? Like wording commercials or stuff. But it’s also about interspecies communication. How shared tongue kind of united all furs and brought about peace and stuff. It’s sort of like… I can’t speak another language, but I learn to talk about language? I was actually thinking of trying to pick up ch- Macropod. The school doesn’t have much, but there’s a club that’s about marsupials and macropod. At least my advisor said there’s one.”

“What’s got you wanting to learn macropod?”

“To know you better? And grandma. I sort of like…” he trailed off for a moment. His tail thumped. “I got raised by jaguars, and I want to know more about being a big red. I think? I think it would help me. Especially if we ever go back to the homeland.”

Rupert was silent for a long while. He stared at his phone, at his son, the cogs in his head turning. “... You’re thinking of visiting the homeland?”

Kyle went still. He hadn’t thought about what he blurted out. Did he want to? “... I mean, maybe some day? It’d be cool to see. And I sort of want to be more… kangaroo. Even if I don’t, it would be cool to talk to you in your native tongue.”

Rupert reached back, scratching at his ear. His head lifted as he thought. Kyle couldn’t help but stare at the exposed armpit. 

“I suppose if you want to, bud. But remember we… aren’t a part of the homeland.” Rupert looked back at his phone. “You’d probably get a lot of dirty looks for going back there. Not as much as I would. You were born over here… you didn’t abandon the homeland. They’re supposed to be open about that these days, but still…”

“Yeah, I know,” Kyle lied. “... I mean. I guess not. I hadn’t thought about that, I just… I want to be more like you. I want to connect back to that.” He shifted and rolled to his side. He held his phone on its side, his paw supporting the top edge. “Sorry. I’m starting to realize being raised by jaguars kind of messed me up. And mom didn’t help.”

Rupert’s eyes narrowed. His ears laid back. He gave that soft, grunting, deep chuff Kyle knew well. “There is nothing messed up about you, Kyle. You’re a great boomer. More than I could have ever hoped for.”

Kyle’s tail pressed against his thigh, “But like… I don’t know us roos, and … come on dad. When we drove up here-”

He was cut off by a louder, grunting chuff. “I don’t care what happened Kyle. You’re a damn good kangaroo. No one talks bad about my joey. Not even you.”

Rupert jabbed his claw at the phone while he spoke that last bit. Kyle couldn’t help but snort, half worried Rupert would push his claw through the screen. 

“Alright, alright… sorry. I still want to learn, though. It’d be cool to talk to grandma properly,” Kyle chuffed. He shifted a little. He loved his grandmother, but it had always been difficult to talk to her. Her shared tongue was shaky at best. 

“If that’s what you want, I’m happy to support it. I can help you practice, even. I’m sorry I didn’t teach you when you were younger.”

Kyle shook his head, “Nah. You did it for a good reason. And my shared tongue’s perfect. Better than a lot of people here at Woodfall. The world’s changed, is all. Knowing both would be nice.”

Rupert nodded, “Happy to, then. Heck, it’d help me brush up on both. Sometimes I still mix up the words between the two. Hard to remember which shared word matches up with macropod words.”

Kyle nodded, “Yeah. You say funny stuff sometimes.” 

Rupert simply responded with a grunt, though he had an amused expression on his muzzle. 

“So uh, how’re things over there? Grandma doing okay?”

Rupert flicked an ear. “Yeah, things are good. Gym is going well. We’re pretty much good as can be. Mom too. Er, grandma. She’s been spending a lot more time with Anna and Dorothy. They kind of take turns. Wish I lived closer to help. But she’s good. Really been pouring into the sewing thing lately, and selling at the market.”

Kyle nodded faintly. “That’s good to hear. I’m glad grandma’s still going strong after … yeah. I’m glad she’s still going strong.” Kyle’s flat teeth pressed hard. He usually tried his best to avoid bringing up his grandfather’s passing. 

“Relax, bud. Yeah, it’s fine. Mom’s doing great, even since dad passed. They kind of lived separate lives in the same house for the last decade anyway.” Rupert shifted the phone on his thigh. He stretched, the camera going wide up to the wall and ceiling, then returning as he relaxed. “I don’t think that’s what you wanted to talk about, right?”

There was a moment of silence before Kyle nodded. “Yeah. Uhm… Well. You know. Are you still okay? I was worried like…” He dug his claws into the pillow. “Are you still okay?”

Rupert shrugged and nodded. “Yeah, I am. I had a lot of time to think about it on the drive. It’s still really weird to me. I’ve never thought about another guy, let alone,” Rupert gestured at his phone, at Kyle, “but I’m not upset about it. It felt good to give you what you wanted. You looked so happy.” A pause. “It felt good too. I think most the worry comes from what I was taught. What morals I was told. Half those told me being a marsupial was wrong so…” He shrugged again. “All I want to know is I’m not taking advantage of you. If it didn’t feel good, if I didn’t want it… I think it’d be easier.”

The world spun. Did he just hear his dad correctly? It felt good. He wanted it. Kyle’s throat felt tight. His sheath felt heavy. The hottest boomer ever, the fantasy of his life, wanted it. 

“That’s… I think I getcha. But like… You weren’t taking advantage of me, right? I was taking advantage of you. You were asleep, then all emotionally messed up… I was the wrong one, if anything.”

“There’s not a thing wrong with my joey. You’re my gentle giant, Kyle. You couldn’t hurt me if you wanted. Anyone, really. I don’t know how I ended up with the best joey, but I’m glad I did.”

“Dad. I tried to feel you up while you slept. That’s pretty … that’s sexual assault.” Kyle only knew that to be fact because he had looked it up the day prior.

Rupert was silent. Kyle could see he had thrown his father for a loop. Rupert’s right paw lifted, stroking over his eyes and down along his muzzle. He chattered something. “Yeah, okay… don’t do that. Especially to other people. But I don’t mind, okay? I forgive you. If you want to do it again, go for it. So don’t stress it out, okay? You’re still the best joey.”

“Wait ‘til my report card until you say that,” Kyle chuffed dully. It made Rupert roll his eyes, but at least it got a little bit of a smile. “Thanks, dad. Yeah, I won’t do it to others, I promise.” His tail thumped a couple times. “Uhm. Speaking of hurting someone… Do you know about PAIA? uh… predatory rage syndrome?” 

Rupert’s eyebrows furrowed. He stared at Kyle for a long moment before he nodded. “Yeah, of course. We have plenty of clients at the gym who could… that we have to document. Why do you ask? Didn’t Paul teach you about that?... wait. Kyle, did you have an incident?”

Kyle immediately shook his head and raised his paw defensively. “No, no! Nothing like that. I wouldn’t ever… I don’t think I would. I was telling my advisor I was going to do weight lifting this semester and he brought it up, and I’ve never heard it before a couple days ago.”

Rupert rubbed his free paw over his eyes, then down his muzzle. His fingertips traced his scars. He mumbled something in Macropod that Kyle couldn’t understand. “I’m sorry bud. That’s on me. I should have told you, just in case. Makes sense, Paul’s an actual pred- uhm. Carnivore. He wouldn’t expect an herbivore like you to worry about that. Didn’t think how dangerous we are. Bet he doesn’t even have a record, guy’s a saint. Couldn’t have wished for a better step dad for you, really.” Rupert kept rubbing at the scars along his muzzle. “Yeah, I know about it. That night was an incident for me. Only one on my record.” Rupert finally focused on his phone again. “Are you okay? You don’t have to worry about that Kyle. You’re the kindest person I’ve ever known.”

Kyle smiled a little and nodded. “Yeah, thanks dad. Yeah, I’m fine. Just uh… it was weird? I didn’t know anything about it. That surprised my advisor. Then I was hanging out with friends and all of them knew about it. Most of them. But uh, yeah, they laughed at the idea of me having a PAIA event.”

Rupert’s smile filled Kyle’s chest with warmth. It was so full of pride, and love, and pure, unadulterated happiness for his joey. “Yeah, my gentle giant. You’re all good, bud. Was there anything you wanted to ask about it?”

“Nah. I was just curious if it was actually an issue for us reds. I’m guessing it is. A couple of them noted our species history.” 

That earned another grunt from Rupert. He looked a bit distant. “Yeah. I know that well. The things you get for defending your home. Yourself. Poor thylacines.” His eyes refocused on the phone. 

Before his father’s time, but still a notable point in the history of their species. It was weird to think how his father could be emotional about that sort of thing. Kyle had always seen his father as a rock. A mountain, even. Steadfast and permanent, unmovable.

“Anyway. How about we talk about other stuff?” Kyle interjected before Rupert could say more. “Like, back to what we did. What we talked about, I guess. The terms of … if we continue?”

Rupert nodded. “Yeah, I’m happy with what we got to. You let me know about your life a bit more, we talk openly, and I’m just… an outlet. You find your own mate. Yeah?”

Kyle fussed at his pillow, claws sliding along it, pinching it. “Yeah, I guess. But can we kinda… edit those a little?”

Rupert got a skeptical look. Like when Kyle used to try and weasel his way out of homework. 

“Not changing anything, just adding something?”

Rupert perked his ears forward, but still looked skeptical. 

“So, I still want things to be me indulging you. If you want something, ask me. If I kinda want to do something, I’ll ask, but feel free to say no. Sound good?”

Rupert nodded. 

“And I’m still looking for my own dude. You’re still the hottest roo ever.” Kyle savored how that made Rupert shift, how Rupert’s ears reddened. “But I still want a dude of my own. Want to get married and stuff. You’re not an outlet, but… just the hottest-” not fuckbuddy. Why would he ever think of that term? “Playmate ever.” Not lover. Don’t chase Rupert away. “But I’ll be finding my own guy.”

Rupert nodded again. Kyle could still see how his dad was all kinds of flustered. 

“So that’s where we stopped. But that’s where I want to add something.” Kyle rolled to his back and sat up. He held the phone in front of him, staring intently at his father. “I want that to go both ways. You’ve been working so hard, all this time, just for me. You’ve got the gym, but that’s about it. I’m looking for someone. But, like… what about you? Why should I be YOUR outlet and nothing else? Why can’t you find someone when you just work away to help me? I want you to have someone too.”

Rupert was silent. Kyle could see the gears turning, considering. Rupert chuffed and lifted his head back, scritching at his ear and neck. “I don’t know, Kyle. You’re asking a whole lot of an old roo.” Rupert shifted again, swapping his phone from one hand to the other. Kyle got a good peek at a thick happy trail sinking into a pair of gym shorts. “I haven’t thought about that in ages. I don’t even know where to start.”

“Well, just think about it? Be open to it I guess.” Kyle shrugged. “I’m good now. You don’t have to live your life to support me. I want you to have your own life, your own someone… like, when you actually get old you’d want someone around right? You already checked the best dad ever box. Like, ten times. Do things for yourself now.” 

“Jeeze. Could you ask for something smaller?” Rupert laughed. “I don’t even know if I could do that any more. I’m old Kyle. I’ve been busy. Hell, the little wallabies and a couple grays swing by to exercise and flirt now and then. I don’t even know how to deal with it.”

“Wait, there’s more macropods there?” 

“Yeah, been more of us around lately. The newest High Boomer has been encouraging macropods to travel and explore. She doesn’t want us tied to the homeland. Uh, did you know we have a female High Boomer?” Kyle shook his head. “Yeah. She’s a silver, uh… non-trans female? But she’s been pushing us to share ourselves with the world. Most reds still choose to guard the homeland. Haven’t seen more than a handful of grays, and haven’t seen any reds my or Nicole’s families.”

“Gotchya. Huh. Guess you’ll have to keep being the sexiest red around. Lucky me getting to suck your dick.” 

Rupert looked off to his right. His left paw scratched at his cheek and jaw. Kyle could tell how flustered he was. Hopefully all hot and bothered. Kyle knew that feeling all too well. 

“So, can we add that on?”

“I mean… I guess I could try, bud. But like I said, only a couple flyers that come by the gym, not really attracted either of them. They’re a bit young for me anyway. And I have no idea how to get started with the whole online dating thing.”

“Does it have to be a flyer?” Kyle offered. “Unless you want some more kids, it doesn’t really matter who you’d be with, right? Like, both my boyfriends weren’t macropods. The dude I fool around with here isn’t a roo either.”

“Fair. Just not a jaguar, right?”

Kyle laughed and scooted down, then flopped his head back to look up at the ceiling. “Maybe if they’re like Paul or Margret. If you find a jaguar like one of the twins I’m bailing. Oh!” He sat up, looking at his phone again. “You’ll want to make sure things are compatible.”

“Compatible?” 

Kyle nodded, his ears suddenly feeling hot. “Yeah, uh… the bits. Like, genitalia compatibility.”

“Do you mean if it’ll fit?” 

Kyle chuffed and chuckled, nodding. “Size is a big part. But like, different species have different dicks and uh… pussies. Like hyena girls are really different down there. Canines have this thing called a knot, it can do some real damage if you’re not ready for it… cat dudes have barbs.”

“Yeah, can’t say that’s something I’ve thought about before. I’m sure I can find that sort of thing online, right?”

Kyle nodded again. He glanced at his computer. “There’s a lot of websites like that for sure. Most also have if there’s any STIs that can transfer between your and the others’ species. Us roos are lucky, it’s pretty much only other marsupials we can get something from.”

“STIs? Is that like STDs?”

“Oh, same thing. It’s ‘infections’ now, instead of ‘diseases’. Supposed to be less stigma or something like that.”

“Mm,” Rupert murmured. He again tilted his head back, looking up at the ceiling while he thought. Kyle grinned as he watched. It was the same thing he did when thinking. He hadn’t connected it to his father before, despite seeing it several times. “I’ll try. I’m not saying I’ll jump into a relationship soon, or ever.” He sat up properly, shifting the recliner into an upright position. Kyle got another view of his dad’s happy trail descending into a pair of gym shorts before the camera steadied again, looking up at Rupert. “So you don’t have those two boyfriends any more, but you do have someone there?”

Kyle turned on his bed, his tail giving a thump. He hadn’t ever told his dad about his college friends, let alone Jiffy. “Yeah. He’s like, my best friend these days. His name’s Jiffy.”

“Jiffy? As in, done in a jiffy?” 

“Nope. It’s all about peanut butter!” Kyle laughed. “His name’s actually Johan, but he uses Jeff over here for teachers and stuff. He’s from an island over in the third ocean. He got the name Jiffy ‘cause of Jif peanut butter. He’s obsessed with nuts, and loves peanut butter.” 

Rupert had an amused look.

“Oh come on. It’s no weirder than a kangaroo named ‘roo’.”

“Fair point. Guessing he’s not a macropod?”

“Nah.” Kyle sat up properly and looked around his room. “Uh. I think I have a polaroid somewhere. My friend’s into that kind of stuff.” He looked down to his phone. “He’s a squirrel. Can’t remember the exact type, but he looks crazy pretty. Bright orange-red, white and black fur.”

“Wow. I didn’t know they came in those colors. So you’re doing stuff… having sex with him.” Rupert pushed himself to speak openly, just like they had agreed to. It was a struggle. “Are you two together?”

Kyle stopped looking around for the polaroid. He had to think for a few seconds. Then he gave up. He let out a sigh and flopped back onto his bed. He held the phone over his face while his head rested on his pillow. 

“It’s… complicated. I love him. He’s the best guy I’ve ever met. Other than you, of course. We’re kind of just friends with benefits, but I know he wants more. He asked a few times, but uh… I keep telling him no.”

Rupert stroked at his scars. He rest his muzzle in his paw for a moment, staring at Kyle. It was better than an audio call, for sure. He could see a lot more in his son’s eyes than he heard in his voice. 

“Why’s that, bud? Not judging you or anything. If you want to have friends like that, just be safe. But you look kind of… upset? If I’m prying too hard just let me know. Deal was you let me know how life’s going. I’m not going to stick my muzzle in a pouch it don’t belong.”

“Nah, it’s okay dad. It’s actually kind of nice to have someone to talk to about it. My friends here are all friends with Jiffy too, and I don’t want to put them in the middle of it. Plus they all think we might as well be married at this point.” 

“You better not get married without telling me. I’m supposed to be there and give you away.”

“Yeah, don’t worry, you will be. Definitely not ready to be married yet. But Jiffy is kind of…” Kyle chewed his lip. He rolled over and propped his phone on his pillow. He rested his head on his hands. “Well, first, he lives way over in the third ocean. He’s only here for college. He wants to stay, but… like, iffy, right? And he’s like, loaded. Crazy loaded, and we’re kind of not. I don’t want people thinking I’m just looking for money.” Kyle could leave it there. He wanted to leave it there. But he was being honest with his dad now. He had a chance to talk out a private thought he’d never shared with anyone else. “There’s also sort of… implications about a large fur with a small fur.”

Rupert was listening, but Kyle could see the implication wasn’t really hitting. 

“Some people think it means I’d be looking for a cub.”

Rupert’s eyes widened, his muzzle opening briefly, then closing. He shifted uncomfortably in his recliner. “I didn’t know that was … I guess species size difference isn’t anything I ever thought about. I guess I heard that hinted at when a large roo would be with a smaller wallaby… but that’s not it, right? You like this guy. Jiffy. What do you care what other people think? I raised you to never care what others thought about us. We’re big reds. They’re going to think awful things about us regardless.”

Kyle’s ears hung down, his eyes half closed, a frown painted on his muzzle. “I … guess. I think it’s not as bad as you think it is. It’s out there, but I’ve met a lot of people who aren’t like that.” Like his friends. Even the small sized friends. Sure, plenty of looks on campus, but even more didn’t look at him that way. “It’s not so bad here, for sure. But I worry it might be a thing if we were out there together. With that and the distance and the money thing…” Kyle shrugged. 

“Understood.” One of those cute, weird ways Rupert spoke shared tongue. “That’s a lot for sure. On the other paw, don’t lose a good thing over what people think about you.” Rupert shifted to Macropod. “Keep your head up and hop high.” One of the few phrases Kyle understood in the tongue he should know.

Kyle moved to his left, reaching his right paw to gently tap the screen with his claw tip. “You know, for saying you’re not very smart all the time, you sure do say a lot of smart things.” 

“Mm. Must be some of it’s rubbing off you and onto me.”

Kyle’s perverse grin earned a chuff and eye roll from Rupert. 

“Yeah yeah. So Jiffy’s a squirrel, and you said he’s a small fur. What about what you said earlier… size compatibility? Wait.” Ru shifted, and rubbed at his ear. “That’s probably too much right?”

Kyle shrugged, “I mean, if you’re okay talking about it?”

Rupert shrugged in return. 

“Uh, yeah. We make it work,” Kyle grabbed his phone and rolled back over. He scooted until his back was supported by the wall again. He rested his arm on his pillow, phone angled at him. “Being a roo helps a lot. Prehensile and all, and tapered… Jiffy can take some of it. Not a problem to take him, of course.” His face burned, his ears felt like they’d melt off his head. “A lot of species who are incompatible for actual sex do a lot of oral. Other things like kinks, too. Like my foot fetish thing. Jiffy’s got some pretty hot feet.” 

Rupert nodded. He looked unsure. “I see. So no matter the species, some way to make it work, right? You did with your other boyfriends too, right?”

“Yup. Though the best, by far, has been yours.” Kyle flirted, playful and hopeful. 

“My feet?” Rupert chuffed. Kyle could still see it had an effect. He hoped. 

“Everything. Feet, your sheath, balls, dick… your pits. Your smell. Even how your dick tasted. Those last two might be my favorite parts. You’re by far the best ever. Hottest boomer on earth.”

Rupert put a paw on his face, covering his eyes. Then it stroked down to his nose, to the base, and back. 

“When you got off, swallowing all that…” Kyle shifted his left hand down to grope himself a little. “Uh. Is this…?”

Rupert chuffed noncommittally. He looked around like someone else might be in the house with him. Kyle was just about to reel it back when Rupert shifted the camera to his gym shorts. He worked the thumb of his free paw into the hem and pushed. His shorts and briefs stretched out and down. 

Rupert’s heavy sack. Those boomer nuts, just as big as Kyle had always fantasized. That wonderfully damp sheath. The dark, ruddy red of his father’s shaft that had pushed free from it. The few inches visible flexed, the tip curling. 

“That answer your question?” Rupert’s voice rumbled through the phone. 

“Yeah… jeeze, dad. I’ve looked at a lot of porn and you still have the sexiest cock ever. It’s so big, and it’s all slick… your sheath must be so slick inside. Can I stick my tongue in it next time?”

“Seriously… Kyle, where’d you learn to talk like that?” Rupert murmured. His shaft flexed, a good bit more sliding out. Pre dripped from the tip. 

Then the camera snapped up, lifting until only Rupert’s shoulders and face were in frame. 

“There’s someone at your window.” 

Kyle’s heart thudded extra hard for a beat. He whipped his head around, looking out the window. There was the silhouette of a head moving upward, climbing toward his window. A paw reached over and knocked a few times. 

“Father above…” Kyle murmured. He brought the phone up so he could speak quietly into it. “It’s fine. It’s Jiffy. Since there’s a lot of climbers, the dorms have external access. There’s climbing panels, so residents can unlock the window and enter that way. A jaguar on the fourth floor does it. The windows all have a coating so no one can see in. He didn’t see anything.” 

“Thank goodness…” Rupert chuffed. 

Kyle reached over, unlatched and pulled the window open. Jiffy squeaked, “Finally!” as he hopped into the room. “Eesh, musky in here. Were you-”

Jiffy spotted Kyle pointing to his phone. Jiffy’s eyes went wide and a paw covered his muzzle. 

“Sorry, still on the phone with my dad. I didn’t realize how late it had gotten.”

Jiffy still looked horrified. He looked at the phone, then Kyle. “Oh, uh… I’m here a little earlier than I said. Uh, hi!” Jiffy climbed onto the bed when Kyle gestured for him to. Jiffy settled down next to Kyle, sitting with his back against the wall. Kyle’s arm draped over Jiffy’s shoulders. 

“I was just talking about you,” Kyle chuffed affectionately. He turned back to his phone, “Hey dad, this is Jiffy.”

Rupert’s smile darkened. His eyes narrowed and brows furrowed. “Jiffy? You’re the one that’s been defiling my son?”

“Dad!” Kyle chuffed. Jiffy had gone stiff beside him, eyes wide. “He’s a small, be nice! You’re going to give him a heart attack! He’s joking, Jiffy.” Kyle puffed indignantly, squeezing the squirrel gently with his arm.

Rupert laughed loudly, relaxing back into his recliner. “Yeah, yeah, sorry Jiffy. I couldn’t help myself. I’m Rupert. Nice to meet you.” 

Jiffy sighed out around his buck teeth. “So that’s where Kyle gets his sense of humor from.” He glared up to Kyle, then smiled back at the phone. He squeaked pleasantly, “Nice to meet you, Mister DiProto.” 

Rupert waved his paw dismissively, “No mister. Rupert’s fine. Or Ru.”

“Got it. Thanks for sending your son this way. He’s great.”

“Glad to hear it! He been nice around all the small furs?”

“Nice? He’s pretty much perfect. He always has his tail tucked and watches where he step. He’s probably one of the best on campus. Total sweetie.”

“I’m right here,” Kyle grumbled. He knew his inner ears were red again. 

Rupert laughed. “You’re right Kyle, he is a good fur. Thanks for keeping my joey safe and happy over there, Jiffy.” Rupert had such a warm, friendly smile. Seeing his dad genuinely happy hit Kyle harder than it had before. Knowing how hard Rupert had worked for Kyle’s happiness made Rupert’s own all the sweeter. 

“My pleasure! Someone’s got to keep his tail out of trouble.”

Rupert still had that smile. He nodded, “I’m glad he’s in safe paws. Alright, I’ll leave you boys to your fun. You both be safe over there, yeah?” 

“Always!” the rodent chirped the same time Kyle said, “Will do!”

“Love you dad.”

“Love you too,” Rupert chuffed before chattering in Macropod, then the call ended. 

“Woah. Was that Macropod? It sounds so cool!” Jiffy chirped. He rolled over, straddling Kyle’s waist. “And jeeze, your dad! Holy crap. Total hottie.” Jiffy had that teasing, ‘I’m going to make you squirm’ smirk on his muzzle. 

“Yup. He said ‘Head up, hop high’. Kind of means ‘be well’.” Kyle puffed at Jiffy. “Seriously, right?” Kyle teased back, “Shame I'm the second hottest roo now. You’ll just have to move on from me. A true shame, a travesty, but I understand.”

Jiffy narrowed his eyes. He squeaked indignantly and sat back in Kyle’s lap with his arms folded over his chest. “No fun when you won’t play along.” 

“Aww, I’m sorry. How will I ever make it up to you?” Kyle reached forward and scritched Jiffy’s chin. No pause, no fear for his claws to touch the little rodent. 

“... I’ve got a few ideas.” Jiffy shifted and swung his bag around to the front of him. He patted it. “I’ve actually got something for you. That’s why I showed up so early. Can I give you a little present?” 

“Is your dick the present?”

Jiffy glared at Kyle for a long moment before he indignantly chirped, “It’s a little above average for my species, pouch boy. And I’d be really concerned if I was keeping my dick in my backpack.” 

“Fair,” Kyle cooed sweetly. He reached out with both paws to cup Jiffy’s jaw. He leaned in, nose to nose, “And I love your a little above average dick just as it is.” 

Jiffy stuck his tongue out under his buck teeth, “Damn right you do.” He sniffed, raising his eyebrow. “Jeeze. You were huh? Your paw’s super musky. Did your dad’s call interrupt you jerking off?” 

Kyle’s ears reddened. He chuffed indignantly, “I was just adjusting myself a little.” Not a lie. The fact it was groping during, and due to the call, didn’t need to be  mentioned. “Want me to wash my paws?”

“Nah, I’m just teasing you. I like rooey.” Jiffy gleefully squeaked, made all the happier as Kyle huffed. “So.” He tapped at the bag. “Present? Please?”

“Yeah, sure thing. You didn’t have to get me anything, you know.” 

“Wanted to!” the rodent squeaked as he spun and dashed down the bed on all fours. He straddled Jiffy’s left leg just below the knee. “I don’t want you to overthink it or anything. I love you and you’re my friend and I wanted to bring you something from the island.” Jiffy could talk so fast. 

Kyle watched in silent curiosity. He watched what he could see, at least. Jiffy’s back and tail. He couldn’t see what Jiffy was up to, but he could feel his left sock being pulled off. 

“That’s fine. You have to stop overthinking things, Jiffy.” 

“Gotta think. It’s what I do best. Overclock my brain.” Jiffy spoke slower as he focused. His tail swished. “If you don’t like it, that’s totally okay too.”

Kyle could feel Jiffy’s paws working at his ankle. “Stop. Overthinking.” Kyle chuffed, poking a finger at Jiffys’ back. 

“Fiiiine,” the squirrel chimed. “Alright!” He hopped up and turned gracefully, landing on the bed just past Kyle’s foot. His sweet little eyes were sparkling with excitement.

Kyle sat forward, leaning over his thighs. He gasped, “Wooooooah! Jiffy, that’s so cool!” as he admired what Jiffy had put on him. There was a woven band, the same brilliant orange-red of Jiffy’s belly, around his ankle. The cord went through a large, black sphere, with two smaller spheres to the left and right of it. 

“Are those pearls?” 

“Yep! You always talk about how pretty my colors are, so… now you get to wear them too! You like it?” Jiffy beamed. 

“Hell yeah. I love it! Never had an anklet before. That’s sweet. Like, awesome, and you’re such a sweetie. Thank you so much Jiffy. You’re the sweetest nut ever.” 

“Yay!” Jiffy wiggled side-to-side, his cute little happy dance, fluffy tail swaying about. He reached out and adjusted the anklet. Then he put his paws on the sides of Kyle’s foot, just under his toes. He rubbed up and down before looking at Kyle’s foot. The hands moved in. Small, nimble fingers stroked along Kyle’s sole. 

Kyle’s leg tensed, his toes curling.

“Do you like your feet being played with? I think you only told me you liked others. Any other foot fetish stuff?”

“Uh… I don’t think anyone’s really played with mine before.” Kyle’s ears perked forward. A shiver ran up his tail and spine as Jiffy’s paws explored along his sole. “That feels really nice,” he murmured. Why was he feeling all flustered from that? Kyle had played with others’ feet a lot before. Why would he be squirmy when his feet were played with? On the other paw… his soles were a lot more sensitive to this than he expected. “Aren’t you supposed to be like ‘ewwww’?” he puffed. 

“Yeah yeah, I know,” Jiffy grumbled. “Give me a break. Quiet roo time. Let a squirrel work.”

Kyle chuffed, acquiescing. He watched as Jiffy scooted over a little, then even closer. Kyle’s second sock was removed, both socks moved off the bed. Jiffy looked over the large, dark soles. “They’re really soft,” he praised as his palms and fingers explored. “So, it feels good. Like… sexy good?” 

Kyle nodded while staring intently. “Yeah. I think my feet might be wired straight to my dick.” 

“Ohh, that makes this super fun,” Jiffy approved. He moved both paws to one of Kyle’s paws to stroke up and down the sides. His paws moved inward, fingers tracing along the soft, dark sole. He worked his hands downward, pressing and rubbing with his palms and fingers. Kyle was making the most delightful sounds as Jiffy worked. Jiffy savored and noted each spot that really got a reaction out of Kyle. A little foot spasm, toes curling, soft groans. 

Kyle started to whine as Jiffy worked up toward his toes. The squirrel’s deft paws stroked along the outside of the two largest toes. His thumbs teased at Kyle’s claws, particularly the double-claw on his inner toe. Kyle spasmed, his back arching as Jiffy’s paws slipped between his toes. Jiffy watched with rapt attention. 

“Wow. You’re really straining your shorts.” 

Kyle only grunted in return. 

“Wonder what this’ll do,” Jiffy murmured in a sultry tone. He leaned in and slowly licked, dragging his tongue along Kyle’s sole, right in the middle. That got a strong reaction from Kyle. The boomer squirmed back against the wall, his tail thumped, he groaned a soft ‘fuck’.

“Yeahhh, I can definitely do this,” Jiffy chittered excitedly. “Doesn’t even taste as much as your dick does. Just kind of salty,” Jiffy shared just before his tongue dragged up along one of Kyle’s toes. 

“I can’t believe how good that feels,” Kyle puffed. He closed his eyes and laid his head back. “This is up there with getting a dick in the ass.” 

“Mmh.” Jiffy was muffled against Kyle’s sole. He kept licking, letting his tongue explore the sole just as his paws had. He languidly dragged his tongue over the more sensitive places. He kissed here and there, licked again, then nuzzled over the sole. Kyle’s whimpers of pleasure got louder when Jiffy worked the boomer’s toes. He curiously licked along the middle big toe. It curled, the claw gently touching at his forehead. Jiffy snickered and took hold of Kyle’s big and outer toe. He leaned in and pushed his tongue between them. 

A hiss of pleasure worked between Kyle’s teeth as the tongue licked up and down between his toes. It almost felt like tickling, but it was closer to sparks of pleasure dancing across his foot and dick. Every time Jiffy licked at the point where his toes met Kyle felt his cock flex. Kyle pressed his head back against the wall, puffing out his nostrils as he savored each little lick. 

Jiffy started to migrate between the two feet. He mouthed on the trimmed claws while his paws stroked up and down around Kyle’s heel. Jiffy could only imagine the pleasure Kyle was getting from it. He started to believe what Kyle said earlier. He hadn’t seen Kyle react this intensely to anything other than getting a dick or toy in the ass. 

Speaking of…

“Kyle?” 

“Mmh?” 

Kyle lowered his muzzle and looked back down at Jiffy. He couldn’t help but notice he had dribbled enough pre that there was a big wet spot on his shorts. He ignored that and smiled at Jiffy. 

“What’s up?”

“So, before I headed over here,” Jiffy toyed along the sole with his fingers, “I might have cleaned out. And I might have been practicing for the last few days.” Jiffy moved up from Kyle’s feet to look into Kyle’s eyes. “You said Tommy was out for the day, so I was was thinking maybe you could… fuck me?”

Kyle blinked dumbly, his brain still numb and fuzzy from the new sensation. 

“You don’t have to,” the rodent added. 

“No, I’m down. I just didn’t expect that.” Kyle chuffed, then wiggled his toes, “Or this part. Just kind of took me by surprise. Yeah, why not? We can see how much you can take again. Think it’ll be more?”

“Oh, I know it will be more. I’ve been practicing a lot the last few days.” 

“Such a size queen.”

“Shut your muzzle, paw addict.” 

Kyle leaned and put his phone on the windowsill, out of the way. By the time he had pulled his shirt off and tossed it to the floor Jiffy was already in his underwear. The squirrel folded his clothes, set them on the desk, then pulled off his underwear to add to the pile. 

“Ohh, squirrel boner… does someone like licking my feet?” he ribbed, a foot paw gently poking at Jiffy while Kyle undid the tail strap of his pants. 

“Someone is excited to have sex with the hottest kangaroo ever.”

“Second hottest,” Kyle corrected. His claws worked at the hem of his pants. 

“You really don’t want to get laid today, huh?” Jiffy climbed up along Kyle, taking the hem of Kyle’s pants in his small paws. “I mean, you could just say you don’t want to have sex with me,” he indignantly chirped as he pulled. 

“I want to have sex with you,” Kyle murmured affectionately. He leaned in, rubbing muzzles with Jiffy’s. He briefly thought back to Rupert’s advice. Did he really care what other people thought if he dated Jiffy? The size difference made things harder, and the whole ‘both bottoms’ issue. Kyle loved lifting his tail for a hung guy. The image of his dad’s drooling cock from the call, only minutes ago, filled Kyle’s mind. Rupert’s cock would probably stretch him real good…

“Yeah, I definitely want to have sex. One hell of a riled up boomer,” he puffed over Jiffy’s ears. Jiffy leaned back, pulling on Kyle’s pants and boxers in one go. Pre formed bridges between Kyle’s boxers and his shaft, his balls soggy with the dribbles. 

“Wow, you aren’t kidding. You really like having your feet touched that much?” Jiffy back-walked down the bed, pulling the pants and boxers as he went. He pulled them free of Kyle’s feet before pushing them off the bed. Jiffy gave another lick along Kyle’s sole before climbing back up. 

“Apparently. Like I said, first time.”

“What about this?”

Jiffy settled between Kyle’s thighs to straddle the boomer’s tail. He leaned back, paws resting on Kyle’s knees to support himself. Jiffy reached both feet forward, gripping them on either side of Kyle’s shaft. Jiffy turned his feet, squeezed, and stroked up toward the tip. 

Kyle bit his lower lip, muffling a groan. He watched, attention rapt as those sexy squirrel feet explored over his shaft. Kyle pressed his shaft into the touches, curling the tip against Jiffy’s feet when they reached it. 

“It’s crazy how good you are with those… it’s like, as good as your hands. Feels similar, but… super hot that it’s your feet.”

“Climber specialty. We have to be good with all four paws, so…” Jiffy moved his feet, pressing heels to the belly of Kyle’s shaft, toes around the top. He stroked up and down a few times. “Guess it’s multi-purpose. Climbing, and getting your best friend off.”

Kyle nodded dumbly. Cock on, brain off. He stared at the feet as they worked to the tip again. Jiffy spread his toes, gripping the tip and squeezing it. Kyle grunted. His shaft tensed, pre oozing between Jiffy’s toes and over the top of his foot. 

“Yeah uh, you want this in your ass, you’re gonna want to stop there.” 

“Roger!” Jiffy squeaked excitedly. His feet left Kyle’s shaft. Jiffy moved forward, settling again. This time he sat on Kyle’s thighs, his smaller shaft and balls were pressed to Kyle’s prehensile length. Jiffy put his feet on Kyle’s chest, toes splaying. “Clean up your mess.”

Kyle bit his lower lip. It was so hot to be told what to do. Even in Jiffy’s high pitched voice, it stimulated some strange desire deep inside him. Staring at those pre-soaked soles and splayed toes didn’t hurt either.

Kyle lifted one of Jiffy’s feet and kissed the sole. He licked pre off his lips before slowly dragging his tongue up along Jiffy’s sole. He reverently licked, tip of his tongue slipping between the thicker pad areas and over the silky sole. He worked between the toes, suckling gently on each in turn. Once Jiffy’s paw was clean, spare a bit damp with roo drool, Kyle gave the foot several kisses. Heel, ball, then each toe. 

Kyle gave the other foot the same treatment. He took his time- both so he could savor one of his favorite pairs of feet, and so he could give himself time to back down from how close he had been to cumming. Kyle didn’t want to cum the moment Jiffy sat on his dick. 

“Mkay,” Jiffy puffed. “Lube time. I need that roo dick in me, like, now.”

Kyle relented and released Jiffy’s ankle. He watched Jiffy get to work. The squirrel pulled a bottle of lube from his bag. Lube that he eagerly squirted into a paw and worked under his tail. Kyle watched, knowing full well- from previous mistakes- not to rush this step. It was fun to watch Jiffy finger himself, russet digits working in and out of a tight white pucker. 

Once Jiffy deemed himself ready it was time to lube Kyle’s shaft. The squirrel went overboard, soaking the length. Too much lube is almost enough, afterall. After a bit of stroking and lauding over Kyle’s sexy cock Jiffy finally made his way on top and settled straddling Kyle’s hips. He leaned forward, puffy tail lifting high. Kyle guided his shaft under it, the tip teasing at Jiffy’s snug hole. 

“Mmh. Prehensile is the best. Don’t even have to-” squeak! Jiffy’s claws dug into Kyle’s chest as the shaft pushed into him. Kyle could slip in easily with how his shaft was nice and tapered. He got a full inch in before he made his shaft go still. Jiffy was panting into his chest, trembling and squeezing around the inch of his shaft. 

“You’re up.” Kyle affectionately cooed, nuzzling atop Jiffy’s head. 

“Mmh.” The squirrel took a moment to adjust before he lifted himself. His paws pressed to Kyle’s chest as Jiffy slowly worked himself backwards. Kyle did his best to keep his shaft still. Jiffy was so tight and snug around his cock. He just wanted to thrust in, bury himself in the squirrel. But he also didn’t want to injure his little lover. Patience, Kyle told himself. 

“S-see? Already past where we got last time.” Jiffy clenched down, about half of Kyle’s cock inside him. “Father above… You’re huge Kyle.” 

Kyle could only chuckle in response. He put his arm up, atop his muzzle, eyes covered by the crook of his elbow. “And you’re tight as fuck.”

Jiffy nodded. He pressed back, slowly sinking more length into him. His tail felt tighter on Kyle as another inch slowly pressed inside. Jiffy whimpered, leaning forward. He took a few slow breaths before pushing back, reaching the same point again. Kyle’s tip had turned, his shaft following to snake around and match Jiffy’s insides. 

“Think… that’s it.” Jiffy whimpered, a hint of disappointment mixed into the pleasure. 

“That’s impressive as hell, nut.” Kyle panted. He stroked a hand along Jiffy’s side. His hips twitched upward, prehensile shaft base curving so it didn’t force any more into Jiffy. 

Jiffy leaned forward again, then back. He groaned eagerly as he worked Kyle’s shaft in and out of his tail pipe. It was working his insides wonderfully and pressing hard on his prostate. He lifted his body a little higher, powerful climber’s legs easily working himself up and down the shaft. 

Kyle brushed his hand down Jiffy’s shoulder, side, and under his belly. 

“Wait! N… nah, don’t do that. I’m going to cum the moment you touch me. Wait until you’re close,” Jiffy pleaded. The squirrel closed his eyes, squeezing down as he rocked forward and back faster. 

“Won’t be long,” Kyle admitted. His arm lowered and he dug his spare paw into the bedding. His other paw stroked Jiffy’s inner thighs. There was a stark contrast between his paw tensing with pleasure and the other gently encouraging his small lover. 

“Yessss…” Jiffy hissed, riding Kyle at a good pace. “You feel so good Kyle,” he murmured. 

A few more thrusts, “Breed me boomer.” 

Yeah, Kyle had gotten a hint of that praise fetish his father had. Maybe a bit more than a hint. 

“Close,” he grunted. Kyle moved his paw to stroke and fondle Jiffy’s sack. He shifted his hand, palm upward, and took Jiffy’s shaft between his thumb and fingers. The slick tip of Jiffy’s shaft thrust against his palm as Jiffy rode his shaft. 

The squirrel hadn’t exaggerated. He moaned and whimpered, “Kyle…” as his hips thrust forward. Sticky squirrel cum shot along Kyle’s palm. The combination of his friend’s pleasure, the hot cum against his skin, and Jiffy suddenly clenching so hard on his shaft set Kyle off. 

“Fuck,” Kyle snarled. His claws dug hard into the bedding as his hips spasmed upward. Careful not to push more of his shaft in. Still, he couldn’t help the instinctual spasming. So much cum pumped out of him, shot after shot into his small lover. “Mmh, mmh, mm…” Kyle whimpered as the orgasm dragged on. Longer than he was used to. More cum than he was used to. 

The two collapsed together, panting, fur soaked with sweat. Kyle wrapped his arms around Jiffy, pulling the squirrel tight to his torso. He nuzzled and kissed atop Jiffy’s head, hot breath panting over the cute round ears. 

“I love you,” he whispered. 

“I love you too,” Jiffy’s voice muffled against Kyle’s chest. 

Kyle really had to consider what Rupert had told him earlier.

They could probably make this work. 

But then he’d have to tell Jiffy about Rupert and his recent change in their relationship. 

Fuck.

***

It was a good half hour of cuddling and affection before Jiffy spoke up. 

“Need a shower. Especially before people get here.”

“Mmh.” Kyle mumbled noncommittally. It took more prodding and squeaks before he relented to Jiffy’s demands. He released Jiffy, the two slipping free of the bed. The taste of Jiffy’s cum, licked clean from Kyle’s palm earlier, still lingered. Kyle adored that. 

Kyle  opened the window to air out their sex funk. He got his sandals on, Jiffy doing the same with his weird squirrel shoes. “They’re waterproof,” he informed Kyle. Jiffy showed Kyle how to take his new anklet off. Finally, after all the prep, Kyle wrapped a towel around his waist. One of his large hand towels was big enough for Jiffy to do the same- after Kyle teasing how small and adorable Jiffy was for the hand towel fitting. 

They made it to the showers without issue. The hallway was deserted- most out getting books or hanging with friends before classes start, Kyle assumed- and there was only one guy in the bathroom. The maned wolf. Something like ‘rawr’ was the best Kyle could remember. Luckily, he was taking a leak and his back was to Kyle and Jiffy. 

They got set up in the shower. Kyle heard the door open and close. Jiffy perked his head, ears twitching. 

“He left. All alone now. Jeeze! It really does smell like weed,” Jiffy laughed. “That’s crazy.” 

“Mmhmm,” Kyle agreed. He took their towels, reaching through the curtain and hanging them up on the hook beside the shower. He pointed the shower to the wall and turned it on. He had learned that hot water took a bit to reach the third floor. He imagined it must be even worse for the 4th floor residents. 

Kyle glanced downward. He watched Jiffy brushing through his tail fur with his claws. Jiffy was slowly working out Kyle’s cum that had leaked free of his tight squirrel hole. Kyle was yet again reminded how gorgeous Jiffy was. His svelt body, the vibrant colors of his fur, the heavy sack hanging between his legs. Heavy for Jiffy’s size, at least. 

And that little rodent had been riding his cock. While Kyle loved bottoming, he wasn’t quite a size queen that Jiffy was. Bottoming for someone twice his height… that would scare Kyle more than excite him. It might be fun to be cuddled by someone that big. 

Kyle would much rather bottom for someone Aadi’s size. Real big, but well within his ability. Some prep work, but not the intensive training that Jiffy went through. Kyle wondered what it would be like to bottom for Aadi, with the unique shape of a caiman cock. Or the difference in body temperature. 

And then the idea of bottoming for Rupert. It burst in, uninvited. Kyle could feel the water getting hot as he thought about Rupert lifting his tail. Rupert’s cock was bigger than Kyle’s. But it was prehensile too, and could work his insides like Kyle’s shaft worked Jiffy. 

“... Hey Jiffy. I should never be delicate with you, right?”

“Not even once.”

“But being gentle with you is good.” 

“Yeah. I mean, you could crush my head with your paws. Gentle is good,” Jiffy encouraged. Then he snorted, “Like you would ever hurt me, even if you can.” 

Jiffy finally looked up from his tail. He went quiet when he spotted Kyle’s shaft, halfway out and dripping again. 

“... Is it okay to be rough with you sometimes?”

Jiffy stared for a long moment. Kyle wasn’t sure if it was excitement, awe, or curiosity in Jiffy’s eyes. Not fear, that was clear. The little squirrel swallowed and nodded silently. 

Kyle adjusted the knobs so the water was medium warm. He left it spraying on the wall as he crouched to pick up Jiffy. Kyle lifted Jiffy to his level and pushed his muzzle under Jiffy’s jaw. He gave this deep, grunting chuff. An aggressive big red sound Kyle had heard his father make before. It did just what he hoped- Jiffy whined and squirmed, just like he did with Aadi’s mating bellows. 

Kyle licked up along Jiffy’s cheek and ear. He gently nosed at the cup of Jiffy’s ear. “Tell me if I go too deep,” he whispered. 

Jiffy nodded vigorously. 

With that consent, Kyle turned Jiffy around. He pinned Jiffy to the tiled wall. Somewhere in the back of Kyle’s mind he hoped the wall wasn’t too cold. It was a distant thought. 

Brain off, cock on. 

Kyle was pretty sure Jiffy fantasized about something like this. They had chatted about that sort of thing before. Kyle reached down and gripped the middle of Jiffy’s tail, yanking it up and to the side. Rough- but not too rough. 

Jiffy squeaked and whimpered, ass pressing backwards. The little rodent was trembling with excitement, making sure to indicate how badly he wanted this. 

There was plenty of cum and lube left in Jiffy. The same mix was in Kyle’s sheath and coating Kyle’s shaft. He didn’t bother worrying about getting more. Kyle just pushed his hips forward, prehensile shaft slipping right to its target. All of their prior sessions had been Jiffy riding Kyle, controlling how it went. 

Kyle thrust his hips hard, sinking deep into his little lover. 

He made sure he didn’t go too deep. Prehensile made that easy. Blessed to be a roo. 

Kyle started to steadily thrust, grunting and puffing as he fucked Jiffy. Jiffy was much more vocal getting fucked than riding a cock. He squeaked and chirped, whimpering. His claws scratched at the tiles as Kyle kept roughly thrusting against him. 

“Hah ha, fuck yeah dude, wreck her.”

Kyle hadn’t noticed someone entering the bathroom. He didn’t care. He had walked in on, and heard, others in the showers with their girlfriends last school year. He’d tease Jiffy about the ‘her’ bit later. 

The comment did get Kyle’s brain to kick in just a little. He panted against the wall, feeling the small rodent pressed between his body and the wall. He knew rodents were very compressible, so that wasn’t a concern. He could also feel his cock was deeper in Jiffy than in the room. 

“You good? Too deep?”

Jiffy shook his head. “Keep going.”

Kyle did just that. He had never been the top before Jiffy. This was his first time really fucking someone. His hips kept thrusting, instincts driving him to breed Jiffy right. He panted, forehead pressing to the wall. 

“Fuuuck, close…”

He had to focus hard not to shove his whole cock in. His love for his little rodent overrode his body’s needs. But it was difficult. He thrust harder, his shaft held back by sheer will and his prehensile gift. 

Kyle bit on Jiffy’s scruff. He grunted, his flat teeth pressing hard. Not too hard. Rough. Enough to tug Jiffy’s scruff while another load of hot boomer seed pumped into Jiffy. Hips tensed, over and over, as cum shot into Jiffy. Over, and over… Kyle grunted as it finally tapered off. It had felt as big, if not more, as the load in his room. 

Jiffy panted against the wall. Kyle held there, deep inside Jiffy, groaning softly as a warm ache set into his hips and shaft. 

Jiffy spoke in sciuridae. After a little he swapped over, whimpering quietly in afterglow. “Are you sure you’re not a top? Father above, Kyle…”

“Maybe a switch,” he crooned. Kyle nosed at Jiffy’s ear. “I still want to bottom.” His fingers toyed along Jiffy’s side, cradling him with the other arm. “Did you cum?”

Jiffy shook his head. “Almost.”

A little more rough wouldn’t hurt. 

Kyle pulled Jiffy up and spun him around. Kyle lifted the rodent higher, pinning him to the wall at head level. Jiffy’s legs lifted up and over Kyle's shoulders, crossed over his back, and pulled him close. Jiffy panted and squeaked lustfully as Kyle started sucking his dick. This was something Kyle had plenty of practice doing. No holding back. His lips teased along the base, he suckled firmly, this tongue swirling around Jiffy’s shaft. 

Kyle was bobbing away, enjoying Jiffy’s paws tugging at his ears and feet pressing into his mid-back when a voice called out. 

“Hey Kyle, you and Jiffy gonna be done soon? We've been waiting at your door.” 

Kevin’s voice. Kyle couldn’t care less. He kept sucking and bobbing, tongue slipping free to slurp at Jiffy’s balls before it pulled back into his muzzle. 

“We- We’ll be out in a minute!” Jiffy squeaked, voice trembling as his orgasm built.