"Ohhh...G-God..." The masculine voice moaned from beyond the closet.
	From within the same closet, a pair of eyes, and a sophisticated camera system were focused upon the activities that drew out that moan of pleasure.
	"Feels amazing hmm?  Exactly what you wanted isn't it?  Nghh...tight and forbidden and fun." A second male voice, husky with lust, and with some grunts of similar pleasure and exerction spoke after the first.
	The words, the sights, the sounds, all made the erection throb within the pants of the rat, stuck within the closet.  Witness to the perverted activities sighted through the augmented sunglasses he was wearing, the rat had no choice but to wait until they concluded.  He didn't even dare touch his loins through his shorts to give himself some small bit of relief, for fear an elbow might bump the closet wall and alert the two currently engaged in forbidden sex in the room beyond.
	The rat thought back to how he ended up here, mad at himself for not handling it better, or faster, that he might witness this from somewhere he could satisfaction...

*   *   *

	"You know Senator Terry Small.  Currently running for re-election.  Has pretty good chances of winning...no you don't." The badger in a finely made, probably expensive suit, rubbed a pair of fingers at the bridge of his muzzle near his eyes, before once again looking across the desk at the rat on the other side.  The rat was not as finely dressed, opting to wear cargo shorts, and a festive aloha shirt with patterns of colorful palm trees against a dark red backdrop.  The rat's eyes were obscured by a pair of sunglasses with a glossy frame, but the badger had no doubt that behind the obfuscation of those dark lenses there either existed ignorance to the senator he was speaking of, or indifference.
	"Let me start again.  Senator Terry Small is an influential and popular member of the Western Free Economic States.  His brother, Ben Small you might know better.  Current CEO of GenInit.
	"Oh yeah." The name familiarity was reaching the rat's memory as he responded  "He's always wantin' to be on the ads."
	The well dressed badger nodded, "Yes.  And as you probably also know we too are a genetics corporation here, interested in what our competitor is doing.  And to be frank, we can't compete.  They're years ahead.  We need their company to suffer a disruption, to give us time to catch up. We haven't the time to hatch a grand scheme, but we do have an opportunity to blackmail the senator, and through him get some control on his brother." With that the badger made a gesture to a pair of data ports in the desk, before taking a data chip from a desk drawer and slotting it into the recepticle next to the first.  However, the rat folded his arms in defiance. "I don't slot into no corporate port I ain't hackin'.  Goes bad both ways.  You don't know if I'm leavin' behind something I shouldn't, and I don't know you'll be trying to leave me a stowaway.  Get me?"
	The suit only huffed in response, removed the chip, and then slid it across the desk to the rat, "The ever paranoid 'Sage' lives up to his reputation."
	"Nothin' personal like.  Jus' the biz'." the Sage, as he was known in the hacking circles he was part of, swiped the chip.  With a grunt he hefted up his cyberdeck, where it landed with a worrying CLACK on the glass topped desk, making the badger grit his teeth.   The chip slid into a port of the cyberdeck easily enough, and the rat's fingers darted across the keys of the deck.  He paused one paw to grab at a wire behind one ear and jack it into the deck's available port for cyberware interface.
	"A CTY-360?  I thought I was hiring-"
	"You wanted to hire a good decker, not the one with the shiniest tools.  Tha's jus' a rich hacker, not a good one." The rat retorted part way through the executive's sentance.  Behind the Sage's sunglasses, his eyes were brightening.  Better than their rambling talk before, the "hello"s and introductions, this explaiuned a great deal more to him in a much shorter time.
	"Ok so CEO is the younger brother, isn't married, private life, yadda yadda." Sage spoke aloud, "But has been seen with older brother Mr. Senator goin' into some questionable places that might make Mr. Senator's family values 'n shit look bad.  Course everybody needs a little dirt to look legit in the senate.  So...huh..." The rat's voice trailed off and his smile turned to a frown, "You want me posin' as some kinda wage slave Matrix security guy 'n plant a bug in his house?" The rat pulled the datajack from the terminal and let his wire run back behind his ear, almost flicking it painfully as it snapped back into place, "An' I don't see nothin' 'bout a reward here, so I-"
	It was the suited badger's turn to interrupt, with the plain numbers the rat so seemed to enjoy, "Two hundred thousand."
	That was a lot.  Which should have worried Sage tremendously.  Usually that pay meant you were being screwed over, that they didn't expect you to survive the run, or they were just going ot kill you when you got back.
	Sage sat back in the chair in thought.  It was a lot, but, not a stupid amount for the ask.  And with that kind of cash he could probably upgrade to that Fuchi VirtuaX he wanted.  Sure he could work miracles with cheap tech, but sure wanted the luxury of more powerful equipment.
	"A lot yes." The suit responded to Sage's unspoken thoughts, "But we do stand to gain quite a bit.  There is also the promise of future, less lucrative in the short run, but more stable in the long run, work with us as well.  Call it our added bonus."
	"Fuck." Sage almost hissed through his large incisors then grit his teeth, "Fine fine.  You got a decker.  Hey this data don't exactly got details on what you want.  I mean you want some spyin' done I get that, but what, where?  How'm I supposed to get you that paydata?"
	The badger reached into another drawer and took out a small case which almost looked like one an engagement ring might sit in.  
	Sage scoffed, "You gonna propose?"
	"Very funny." The case was opened to reveal a small gemstone inside, along with a pair of miniature tools.  "Reference the mansion schematics sent to you.  The Senator's bedroom.  Specifically the large armoire there across from the bed.  It's a rather gaudy thing, much like the mansion itself.  The door to that armoire has a couple gemstones built into the frame.  You'll replace  one with this.  It'll capture any nice indecent activities we want to use for extorting the senator.  Perhaps he has a mistress, perhaps a house boy, perhaps he's banging his own brother.  Any of that will do."
	"While I go in posin' like I'm securing the place from this sorta thing.  Nice." Sage took the case into his paws after a good look at the false gem.
	"Keep the original stone, shine it, show it off, pawn it off, give yourself a few thousand.  Just make sure it's not found on the premises." The badger added.
	Sage folded up his cyberdeck and slung it over his shoulder, "Ey!  I'm professional like.  I'm still in the biz' so far yeah?"
	The only response to the rat's ressurance was a tilt of the badger's head.  Then he turned his large office chair to inaudibly conclude their business and picked up a phone, "Have a car waiting for Mr. Sage, take him to maglev line nine."

	Sage, having almost forgotten his birth name unless it was read out during an arrest, felt more comfortable on the crowded, dingy, monorail than he did back in the corporate office.  His odd getup, his half hidden cyberware fit amongst the street toughs, hookers and other runners that were pressed in against eachother.  Hell, he even saw a couple other deckers and one of them looked just as out of shape as he was.
	Of course this fitting in feeling began dying as he switched from public transport, to lonely automated cab, until it died completely at the gate of the mansion he now stood in front of.  Even as Sage reached out for the ringer, the gate began to open at the behest of whirring motors.
	"Please proceed to the door."
	A frown appeared on the rat's muzzle.  The voice had just that hint of 'I'm polite but still going to boss you around'.
	The voice it turns out, seemed to belong to a butler, who was a rotund mole about his height but probably heavier than Sage was.  The mole made a gesture indoors while his sensitive whiskers twitched, "Welcome Mr. Sage.  I'm afraid you only have two hours to complete your task.  Senator Small would like his privacy for the evening at that time for him and his family.  You are permitted access to the server room and its nearby restroom.  Please do not wander about the manse.  I will leave you to your work, and you must then see yourself out."
	"Yeah how exactly do I punch out huh?  Ya probably want me escorted or somethin'." Sage noted.  
	The mole pointed up to a few semi-discreet camera emplacements. "You'll be monitored by the system for your entrence and exit.  However you will not be permitted access to that same system during this upgrade.  You understand of course."
	"Yeah I getcha."
	There was that feeling of nervousness creeping up the fur of his neck, the same feeling he got on all these runs.  This time felt about the same as any other, and nothing seemed out of place.  Hell, it'd be easy so far.  The job to upgrade this Senator's matrix connection security had been intercepted just fine, and placed into his own paws.  And even the butler was accepting everything as legitimate so far.
	The butler gestured to a door form behind which Sage could hear the humming sounds of multiple fans working in tandem, "The server room.  Good day Mr. Sage."

*   *   *

	From this point on, the task was actual work.  It was the cover after all.  But as the work dragged on, plugging all the holes and security leaks in this newly set up system was taking more time than he'd anticipated.  He'd hoped to have it done well before his two hours was up, plant the evidence, hide his passage on the security camera's feed and recordings, and then be gone.
	As he neared the hour and a half mark, Sage began to get anxious.  He stopped his legitimate work entirely to focus on the local security system.  It was good, but was only money good.  There were no traces of customizaion or fine tuned setup, and he exploited those default settings to their fullest.  Once he'd gotten the access he needed, he began using his cyberdeck to program a false video and image of his departure, jacking into the device and performing complimentary calculations with his brain, while his concious mind continued the work on the security of the system.  And as he did so, he made sure to leave just a little tiny program hidden in it all if he wanted his own backdoor later.  Who knows what paydata would come up when this CEO started sharing company secrets across the Matrix from his home.
	Finally both the legitimate and illegitimate work completed.  Now came the part he hated
	"God damned stealthy bullshit."
	He could have split the money, and found another more stealthy runner to help with this part of the job, but two things worked against that idea.  The first was that Sage really wanted that payday to himself.  He thought he could handle it, and obviously wasn't thinking about future Sage, who had to actually handle it.  Second, it would have been difficult to pass someone off as his asistant or driver or whatever else excuse he could come up with.  If another runner had to wait outside, it would have been worse.  External security was far far more robust than internal security.
	For now he had to move through the halls and up the stairs in as quiet a manner as he could.  And he was passing a kitchen when he heard voices that had him move his body flush up agains the wall in swift panic.
	"Did you drink it all down?" The voice sounded like the butlers.
	"Yep.  Drank it all." The voice was high pitched, feminine, childish.  "What 'bout a story?"
	"Not tonight, but don't worry, you'll be plenty sleepy.  Lets get you up and to bed."
	Sage kept against the wall, trying to keep himself from being easily seen.  Trotting just past him, and fortunately not looking his way, the butler walked paw in paw with a little white mouse girl, maybe four or five years of age.  She moved along at a sleepy pace before reaching up and tugging the butler's sleeve, "Up, please."
	The rat quickly moved out of view.  From over the butler's shoulder, he was sure the girl would be able to spot him, and that would be that.  Caught by a little girl, what a bad end to a run, that if he could weasel his way out of saying he got lost or something, would be an emberessing story to recant, if he ever had the guts to.
	Fortunately after he ducked about a nearby corner, he heard no commotion nor change in the Butler's gait.  The rodent sighed, letting his tension levels lower.  After the footsteps faded, he waited just a few moments more, then began heading upstairs.  In his head, thanks to local storage, he was tracing his steps with an overlay of the mansion projected into his vision,  his cybernetic right eye providing the hud for his activities.  Without a physical connection, he had to rely on his other senses to keep out of sight from servants and maids and other attendants.  When he finally reached the Senator's room, he had to duck into a seperate room quickly, because the butler was exiting from that very room as Sage was approaching!
	Maybe what they said about a mole's vision was true, or Sage was just lucky, because he watched as the butler closed the doors behind him and walked onward as if nothing at all were amiss.  Letting out what likely would not be his last sigh of the night as he narrowly escaped detection again, Sage made a quick dart towards the manor's main bedroom.  The doors were hurridly opened, and then quickly shut behind him, but latched with slow speed to nullify any noise.  Sage grinned to himself and turned around to scan the room.  He'd made it, he was almost there, and that two hundred thousand he was promised was looking closer and closer by the moment!
	Everything was as the floor plan said it would be.  The location of carpets, chair and desk were exactly as stated.  And there was the closet next to the bed.  The bed was a nice, large one, probably of custom make.  But it was what was on top of it that made sage gasp and freeze in place. Yet again his blood ran cold as he looked on at the moving lump he saw there.  It slowly stirred then halted.  Whoever was in the bed, or was sleeping in the bed, hadn't noticed him just yet, and he also didn't hear any voice calling out.
	Sage waited in silence for anything to indicate he'd been noticed.  When noting was forthcoming, he began a slow steady walk towards the bed.  The figure in it was still, and quiet, and small.  Only when he'd gotten a bit closer in the mostly dark room, did Sage notice that the sleeping figure was that of the little white mouse girl he'd spotted before.
	He began running through the files in his head until his screen displayed the girl in a sunny green dress and with a bright smile on her face.  Emily Small.  The four year old daughter of Senator Small.  And she was asleep in the senator's bed.
	Sage's cyberware told him she was asleep anyway.  The processors embedded in his brain working along with his cyberneticly enhanced hearing and occular implant to note all the physical signs of sleep.  He was safe, yet again, from detection.  Yet his vision lingered on the sleeping form of the little white mouse a bit longer.  He stared at the smaller rodent before snapping himself out of his drifting thoughts and returned to focusing on the task at hand.
	While his paws worked with the small tools to dislodge the gemstone on the armoire, he gritted his teeth.  Not in concentraiton, but consternation.  He should have pawed himself off before taking the job.  He was wound up with anxiety from this stealthy work, and sight of the little mouse only reminded him of his perverse desires he sated in front of his cyberdeck, back in the privacy of his crummy apartment.  There the rat could find a hundred files of little mouse girls getting felt up, and fucked, even by rats that kinda looked like him.  Of all ranges of ages, though right now, something her age sounded just perfect.
	With a clatter the gem popped out backwards, onto the wooden flooring of the closet.  Sage winced at the noise and quickly climbed into the armoire and closed its door.  He looked out through the miniature hole created by the absence of the gemstone.  The little mouse girl wasn't even stirring.  She was out like a light.
	Not even sighing this time, and just thanking his luck, Sage continued his work from within the closet, keeping the doors closed, feeling it would help him avoid any further noises that may cause him to be detected, and yet his blood began to run cold again all the same.  This time it was becuase of voices approaching, growing louder until finally the doors to the room swung open, and two figures entered.
	Sage had just finished inserting the false gemstone, and was running a wireless connection from it to his cyberdeck when he heard the pair of footsteps following the opening and closing of the door.  He ran his link from behind his ear quickly to his deck and jacked in, getting a feed from the camera to see just how screwed he was.
	The two figures who entered were lean mice with white fur and pink paws, not unlike the girl lying on the bed.  It took less than a moment for Sage to piece together that this was Senator Terry Small, and his brother Ben.  Both mice were dressed in white shirts and black slacks, but the ties on their shirts were already undone and desheveled.
	"There's my little girl.  Aww.  All tuckered out."  Terry Small cooed in the direction of his sleeping daughter.
	Ben Small looked a little nervous, "I know she's only four but, you said you wanted to talk about something important.  Maybe she shouldn't overhear it."
	Sage typed as fast and quietly as he could on the keyboard of his cyberdeck.  The keys were fortunately membrane switches, and made no audible noise that passed the wood of the closet doors.  He triggered the recording from the device, tied into the security system of the house, and running through the backdoor he'd put in the matrix security system in the server room.
	"Oh she wont wake up, this will all at most be like a dream to her." Terry small sat at his daughter's side, petting her head, even running fingers through the off-white mane of hair atop her head.  He kept doing so in a repeated manner, his eyes going to his brother, "Why so nervous Ben?"
	"Uhh..no not nervous."
	"Well then come over here and give your niece a pet on the head or kiss goodnight."
	With hesitation, Ben made his way to the bed and sat upon it opposite his brother.  He did as instructed, petting the hair of his niece and then leaning in to kiss her goodnight.  All the while his motions were strained, tense.  And it didn't go unnoticed by the girl's father.
	"Don't worry Ben.  I know why you're agitated."
	"I'm sorry.  I mean, I don't mean to get..." The genetics CEO looked around as though his eyes could spot anyone looking or listening in, and for a moment Sage was afraid he might just be spotted, but after that reflexive look, the younger mouse brother continued, "Aroused around her.  I..know you know that dirty secret..but..."
	Terry chuckled, "Haha.  Yeah I know that secret.  How many dirty things did I tell you while your cock was in my hand, things about little boys and girls, a toddler or two, and you were gushing and shuddering in my grasp."
	Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!
	The phrase repeated in Sage's mind over and over as he heard, saw, and recorded these admittances of perverse desires.  The corporate bosses' cubophilic lusts, the admittance of an already existing incestuous relationship between the brothers, all were plenty enough of what the suit at Engenecom needed.
	"Get me out of here." Sage whispered under his breath.  He had more than he needed, and he'd get paid for it too, but to complicate things, he was getting hard.  His cargo shorts were starting to swell around his groin, and he didn't need arousal complicating things right now.
	The two adult mice seemed to have no desire to leave.  Ben was continuing to pet his neice's head, even through his confession.  His brother cuased him to stop when he spoke next.
	"I told you I had a surprise for you."
	"What are you doing?"
	Sage watched from his hidden vantage point as the elder brother turned his daughter over to lie on her back, "She wont wake up." He stated in reassurance before placing his paw on the girl's nightgown and drawing it upwards.  Sage's gasp was fortunately masked by Ben's own.  They simultaneously had caught sight of what lay between the young mouse's bare legs. Emily Small's puffy young rodent pussy was visable for all males, hidden and unhidden, to see.  It was slightly damp, as though a state of arousal had struck the sleeping four year old mouse.
	The fingers of Emily's father began tracing over the young labia, as though to prove to his brother that this was no trick, nor trap.  "Are you hard right now?" He asked his brother, "I know you've seen this, little cub pussy, but never in person right?  Well, I'll bet you're hard." He leaned in and whispered to his little brother.  He couldn't hear them, but Sage guessed the words were, "I am." and as though to prove it, the father mouse shuffled on the bed, undid his belt, and slid his pants and undergarments down to his ankles in one go.  As they descended, a modest rodent girth bounced free, one stared at with almost as much intensity by the younger mouse as he'd previously given his neices pussy.
	"Your turn, go ahead." The senator mouse smiled to his brother, waiting to watch the moment of his sibling's disrobing and proof of dark desires.  He was rewarded quickly, as the younger brother disrobed in a swift hurry.  Buttons were undone haphazadly on his shirt, then pants were swiftly dropped.  Now two mouse cocks bobbed in the air, just as stiff as the one still stuck in Sage's shorts.
	Sage could also feel that he was leaking pre ejaculate against his undergarments beneath those shorts liberally.  All his confusing feelings of arousal and attraction were battering at him at the same time.  The mice were hot, their daughter/niece was hot, and this whole situation was hot!  He hated to admit his attraction to males as much as he'd hate to be found out about his attraction to cubs, but Sage could keep that right now all to himself as he watched the incestuous proceedings, his eyes almost unblinking.
	Terry Small had grasped something from the nearby nightstand's drawer while his youther brother was sloppily disrobing.  The cap on the bottle of lubricant popped open with an audible snapping noise before the mouse began to liberally apply the contents to his cock.  It began to shine in the dim light of the room as he sighed in the gentle pleasures of steady masturbation.  Once he seemed satisfied with it's application he poured another amount onto the same paw and began running it up and down his brother's length, leaning in to speak with him in a husky tone over his daughter, "Bet you'd like to be inside her."
	"B-but she's so small...and...nghh." Ben gasped, grunted and panted through his speech, highly excited from the situation, and his brother's touch.  "And wont she wake up."
	It was obvious to Sage by now that the butler, or the girl's father had drugged her somehow, and she wouldn't be waking up for a while no matter what.  This suspicion was confirmed by Terry a moment later, "She wont.  The drink she had is helping keep her under, a special drink, something YOUR labs made up."
	"W-what?"
	The older brother placed a couple of pillows beneath the sleeping four year old mouse, which hiked up her legs and bottom.  He then helped guide his brother towards her, encouraging the younger male mouse up onto his knees, and then to hover over the body of his sleeping niece, "I'll explain now, come along.  You'll fit don't you worry...daddy's already fit, so you will too."
	Fuck fuck FUCK!
	Sage's paw was gripping at his shorts, afraid to do more than just hold his steel hard rathood through them as he heard all this.  Both these mice were perverted cubfuckers!  And he had to admit he would be too if he got the chance to do anything but watch.  The rat's eyes remained glued to his cyberdeck's screen and the feed pumped directly into his visual cortex through the hidden camera, wanting more.
	From his viewpoint, he could watch the flexing of Ben Small's white furred round rump, and see his humanoid rodent penis kiss the folds of his nieces underaged pussy.  The mouse shuddered from that bare touch, yet he seemed determined for more, and pushed.  The crown of his penis forced apart the labia, ever so carefully spreading them to sink inside.  His older brother at the time was less patient, and so he grapsed his brother's cock about the base with a small squeeze, as well as the attractive backside, and pushed.  
	"Ohhh...G-God..." Ben moaned in shuddering breath as he penetrated his baby niece.  Feeling something Sage could only guess was just short of an orgasm, blocked by his brother's grip.
	"Feels amazing hmm?  Exactly what you wanted isn't it?"  The elder Small retreated his graps from his brother's loins, and returned his hand to his own neglected cock, stroking it as he watched his brother begin a rhtyhm of fucking his four year old daughter.  "Nghh...tight and forbidden and fun."
	Sage's focus drifted from the pumping ass of the younger brother, to his swinging white furred balls, to the rodentine cock that penetrated at least half way if not more inside such a small but receptive young pussy.  The view became blocked a moment later as the older brother began mounting the younger.  There didn't seem to be any objection as Terry Small rubbed his cock over the crack of his brother's ass, and gripped his whip like pink tail to raise it and give him access to what he watned.  Ben even managed to stop his thrusts to accept the filling he would recieve from his brother.  The incestuous union was completed as brother entered into brother with a grunt, and uncle remained thrust inside underaged niece.
	"You know you..have a couple perverted doctors on staff.  One with a radical idea..nghh.." Senator Small began to push, forcing his brother's mousehood deeper into his daughter below, "Little bit of...genetic magic to help...the young become fertile."
	"Oh..oh G-g-g-god...you mean..." Ben's thrust back against his brother, taking the elder sibling deeper under his tail, before happily thrusting deeper into the tight taboo depths of his sleeping niece.
	"Mmnhh..yes!" The elder of the two seemed even more turned on with his explination and probably the thoughts of it than even his younger sibling, starting to clap his hips against his brother's ass with wildly increasing desires, "I know...nghh..all your little perverted fetishes little brother, like wanting to knock up a little unwilling mouse girl like your niece becaue you just couldn't pull-"
	The younger brother squeaked uncontrollably, followed by a long series of loud grunts and groans.  Given how his white furred balls were already tugging upwards, Sage knew that Ben was going to cum soon, and now he witnlessed direclty the culmination of the forbidden union.
	Somewhere in the lust filled haze of his mind, the rat knew he'd hit paydirt.  This was all plenty enough for these two mice to be blackmailed into the next century.  Of course that rational thought was almost entirely drowned out.  The rat's concious mind was overwhelmed with how hard his penist throbbed in his own shorts, threatening to stain them with his own ejcaulation brought on by nothing more than witnessing something so perverse.  The way the younger brother's ass clenched, and his perinium throbbed, and the knowledge that the mouse's release was triggered by slliding in and out of his underaged's nieces pussy, and knowing that it could result in pregnancy, all thratened to make Sage give up the contents of his own prodigious brown rat balls hidden in his shorts.
	He ached, he hurt, he wanted release so bad, but he was already biting at a finger and trying to keep himself quiet and unfound.  If he was caught, now, he'd be dead for sure.
	"Pull...pull out!" Sage's thought's refocused as the older mouse brother made the sharp command to his younger sibling.  Terry small almost shoved his brother aside and quickly lay himself over his passsed out daughter.  Sage was able to witness the sloppy insertion of the rodentine cock to the four year old's dripping cunny before he heard the next series of loud groans, and watched the older brother shake and lean his head skyward in the pleasure of his release.
	The semen of father and uncle mingled together as it poured out from around the throbbing girth of the cock that sired the passed out white mouse.  It coated the adult's balls as he sank in deeper while letting out a loud gutteral groan of satisfaction.  Sitting nearby his younger brother watched the event with rapt attention and a growing smile, "Couldn't resist?  Are we competing again, Terry?"
	"Yeah..." Terry sighed as he withdrew from his daughter, causing even more cum to leak freely from her well used vagina.  Her puffy young labia were red from stimulation and use, and the passage to her cunny was slightly gaped.  The cum of her sire melded with the white of her fur, almost hard to make out, until it made a stained mess across her pink tail.
	Then there was a knock on the door to the great bedroom.  In a panic, Sage's knee hit the inner wooden panel of the closet.  He tensed fearfully, but there seemed to be no other relaction.  It seemed the noise blended too well with the knocking.
	"Sir." It was the butler's voice, muffled past the door, "The technician seems to have left after completing their work.  Also you have a trideo call from a General Varselle, he wanted to speak with you and your brother both."
	"We'll be right there." The older mouse rolled his shoulders and sighs, "Well, cut our fun short, but, I've been waiting to hear about this contract.  You're going to love it.  The general is really interested in your bioware projects."
	Sage was only partly aware of what the two mice conversed about at this point.  He was still focused on the used little mouse girl still lying on the bed.  In a haze he watched her being hastily cleaned and covers pulled up over her.  He heard more words from the conversing brothers but did not pay attention to what they were saying.  And finally, after the two dressed, Sage snapped out of his daze with the closing of the door to the bedroom, and the quiet that followed.
	The rat broke out of the closet, breathing heavily, almost as if he'd run a mile.  Apart from feeling like he'd gotten too hot in the closet, his arousal hadn't abated one bit, both of which were causing the out of shape rat uncontrolled breathing.  
	With the departure of the brothers, he knew what he was going to do.  It was wrong, stupid, and a bad idea, but his loins had completly subsumed his rational mind.
	Sage approached the bed, almost stumbling as he grabbed at the button of his shorts and snapped them open.  The waist of his shorts, along with that of his undergarments, was grabbed and he lowered them quickly.  Immediatly his hard throbbing rat cock emerged into the air just inches from the bed of the still sleeping, recently molested mouse girl.
	His breathing still heavy, Sage tossed his shorts onto the bed and climbed onto it.  He could see now how badly he'd been leaking, with an entire patch of wet fabric on the shorts, almost like he'd minorly pissed himself.  With the garment set aside, the decker crawled over the bed and brought down the sheets covering the girl.  Sage's heart hammered in his chest as he realized how close he was to sating his most perverted desires.  It came closer and closer to reality as the bed's sheets lowered far enough to reveal the preschooler rodent's lower half.
	Emily Small's legs were still slightly bowed, and there was still a small leak of cum from her used sex that streaked down her rump.  Sage didn't care that he was getting sloppy seconds, or thirds.  He knew that no matter what, this would feel amazing.  No BTL chip could possibly match this.
	He lifted up that young rump with his paws, squeezing the pert little globes of her rump while he hefted her up, raising her sex to align with his rigid girth.  The rat only kissed the lips of her used sex a moment before his lusts, and fear of being caught, drove him to push.  His entry was easeed from her being stretched before by her father and uncle, the cum and lubricant they deposited, and the pre ejaculate that was coating Sage's own cock.  He grit his teeth and closed his eyes as he felt the still tight forbidden squeeze of the young mouse's small pussy about him.  Sage was a little bigger in girth than both of them, and it made the squeeze all that much more plesant.
	The adult rat rocked his hips awkwardly, pressing himself deeper each time, but finding the position difficult on his arms, so he hefted the young mouse up to lay against his round stomach and chest.  Sat upon his haunches, the rat returned to his illicit fucking with audible grunts and huffs.  If the denizens of the manor weren't so otherwise occupied, they'd no doubt hear the noises.  Sage has lost all track of trying to keep quiet as he experienced the sexual gratificaiton he'd only masturbated to before.  He bottomed out quickly in the tight cloying warmth, kissing the little girl's cervix with each bounce of her up and down his hardened adult rat cock.  
	There was no way this wouldn't end quickly.  He was too turned on, had been teased by too many sights and sounds, and the whole situation nailed so many of the rat's personal fetishes that he couldn't hold back the boiling itch in his loins.  And then, he remembered the part about the girl having undergone gene treatments to make her fertile early.
	"I'm gonna...nghh..fuckin' knock up..rghh...this four year old little MOUSE!"
	Inhibitions ignored entirely, the rat hugged the child mouse against him while his hips awkardly thrust upwards.  His grunts were broadcast to the ceiling, announcing in rhythm the contracting of his brown furred balls and throbbing of his adult length as it worked in pulses to inseminate the passed out litttle rodent.
	Sage's breathing finally began to normalise after afew gulps of air.  He'd cum quite a lot, and he knew it.  He could feel the leaking semen around his softening length, and more dripping down his balls.  Halfway through catching his breath, and well enjoying his afterglow, his post nut clarity caught up with him.  He was still in enemy territory as it were, and he'd just seeded the womb of his employer's daughter.  Now would be a good time to leave.
	The tension associated with the need to esacpe helped shrink the rat's penis hastily, and he managed to grab one of the nearby towels to clean up his mess.  At least it was hidden amongst the other bits of cum mingling within and without the sleeping mouse.  The covers were hastily pulled up over her and his shorts just as hastily yanked up to give the rat some modesty.  He grabbed his deck out of the closet and closed its door, already pulling of a schematic of the manor into his cyberware to find a way out.  He was still in the local network, and could get around security.  He had a chance.  There was only a brief glance left to give the sleeping mouse before he snuck his way out of the bedroom.

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	Sage squirmed across from the desk as the suited badger who'd put him on this run reviewed the paydata.  He wasn't sure how the suit was going to react to it, and was sure he'd seen worse in his position for his corporaiton, digging up and passing on dirt for extortion.
	The badger's own eyes glowed and blinked with the activity of their cyberware, reviewing the video presented.  A slow grin appeared across the badger's muzzle as he continued watching, "Oh my...my my." He made a subtle motion on his face and one eye changed its lighting to a more natrual hue.  Watching the video with one cyber eye and viewing the world around him with the other, the badger drew out a few credit sticks from a drawer and slid them across the desk, "As promised, and more.  This will do extremely well.  Yes very well indeed.  How fortuante it came so directly without a link into the manor."
	Sage continued to squirm, "Eh, yeah.  Real nice like.  So uh...now you got yer paydata 'n I got bills to pay." He scooped up the credit sticks and tucked them away into a pocket swiftly.  Sage quickly got himself up out of the chair and was making his way to the office doors, wanting desperately to leave.
	"We'll call again in the future, Mr Sage. We think you'll do nicely working for us in the future." The badger called after him.
	"Eh..yeah sure." Ray was blushing under his fur, and stepped out in a hurry.  The automated doors of the office closed behind him and he sighed, thankful he hadn't ended up with a boner during that whole review.
	From within the office, the suited badger flicked a switch to lock the office door, then turned his executive chair to give his legs some room, and to free his hardened cock from between the part of his slacks.  The large rigid humanoid girth was stroked by the badger's paw with some huffs and grunts coming from his owner as he refocused on the lewd imagry of Sage fucking the four year old mouse on his lap.
	The poor decker forgot to leave himself out of all the recordings.  Now they had leverage on the decker as well, the one who would be HIS personal decker.  The posessive ideation and illicit imagry spurred the badger towards a quick climax, and he made no effort to hold it back, sighing with satisfaction as his paw was wetted with white.