Cubs and Kits:B&L the quest for B.J.
By Sumdumguy.

Authors Note:
This is my first cub story including male/male action.  WaffleSquadron mentioned that my usual material may leave some readers "unsatisfied" due to my exclusive m/f sexplay.

I decided I would try my hand at m/m material.

This started off as a short smut story...and kept growing plot.

Odd request:
Let me know (comments or IM/DM) if this got you off.  I don't need details but I'd like to know if I got things right.   As usual anything mentioned to me stays private.

-Sumdumguy

The verbal challenge was publicly issued at recess, on the blacktop in the corner of the fenced in schoolyard where the bright sunlight just after lunch was tempered by the shadow cast by the school itself.  

“I bet you two don't even know what a 'B.J.'  is!” claimed Marion Stankey, her green eyes flashing, standing out against her black and white fur, a smirk on her muzzle.

Her confidence showed in her every action, from the way she walked in her designer blue jeans and royal blue silk top, to the way her fake eyelashes fluttered when she dramatically blinked to show them off.  Marion was the most popular girl in third grade ever since transferring in last year.

Barry looked unsure, ears pinned back, eyes meeting his twin's, forgetfully seeking Jimmy, the not-present leader.

His confidence bolstered by his brother, Barry said “Yes we do.  Me and Larry are experts at knowing Bee Jays.”

Marion laughed, making everyone nervous as her black white-striped tail flipped up.  Not many wanted to be in the firing line of a skunkette.
She loved her fancy jeans, but one ruined pair of pants could seal your fate.

Behind her, Grace and Sarah Bleater both sidestepped quickly.   Getting wool clean was hard, but skunk spray might mean being sheared almost nude.

 The heavy scent of rose-petal perfume filled the air around her as she came closer.  “Well I know way more than you two do.”

"Or more than you morons ever will know!" added Gretchen Fowler, a shrew hanger-on that everyone usually ignored.

“Oh yeah, Marion? How do you know?” challenged Barry, grinning a bit.  Trying to look cool.

The school's prettiest skunk looked around, seeing  the teacher assigned to monitor recess was busy ;  she was watching the cubs on the playground  positioned in the opposite corner of the fenced recess yard, where cracked blacktop gave way to grass and foam rubber.

“My cousin Jane told me, her older brother had movies on the computer.” she whispered. “She told me about ‘feeling down’ and ‘going up’ on somefur.  She said if you don’t have a friend to sex with, you just order a pizza with no money and the law says they need to touch you.”

“No way, Marion. That's crazy!” said Larry from the sidelines.

“Nope.  Truth.  I bet you two don’t know anything! I bet you ten dollars in lunch credits! You don’t know what a ‘BJ’ is.”

“Yes we do!” said Barry.

“Tell me now, then or pay up! Or you are a phony cheat!”

Just as the two were about to admit defeat, the recess bell rang.

“You two better have my answer tomorrow, or pay up.”

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Just after 3:15pm, when the shrill schoolbell stopped clanging the twins shuffled slowly out to the orange locker numbered four-fifty-one.

Opening it, Barry and Larry grabbed their books from the shared old metal box mounted on the wall, then slowly began walking to the exit.

Barry started to speak when he saw they were mostly alone in the hallway.  "Larry, do you know what a bee--"

"Shhhh! Wait til we get home! We don't have ten dollars for lunch credits!"

The two identical twins walked the well used off-white tile floor; the usual group of three down to two members. Jimmy, the older wolf who lived next door was out today, suspended for two days for taking snack money from 'Master William Braun, the 3rd'.  Jimmy divided up the takings with the twins before getting caught.

At least the twins would be able to buy lunch a couple times this week; the free lunches tasted like shit, no one wanted to eat 'tofu burger surprise'.

Heading down the road, the twins turned left into a slender driveway nearly hidden between two businesses and walked into the 'Happy Trails Mobile Home Community' that was set back and behind traditional homes  and a brickface office block closer to the road.

Larry and Barry went past the large metal apartment style mailboxes near the entrance, approaching a yellowish older single wide trailer badly in need of a paint job.   The tiny plot of grass out front was a few days into needing a cut, and there were bare spots that needed reseeding.  The home was getting attention, but not enough to be pretty.

Reaching under his yellow shirt reading "Thing 1" Larry pulled out a house key, stepped up on the wooden deck in need of a restain and unlocked the faded white wooden door missing the companion broken screen door some four years earlier.

Opening the door revealed a floor covered by a worn thin green wall-to-wall carpet ; well vacuumed but cheaply made; resembling a run down golf putt-putt course overdue for replacement.

A mild musty smell fought with the odor of Lysol and carpet deodorizer while a small desk fan blew air around the rug; the front door leaked last time it rained, and repairs would take a couple weeks.

Next to the door was a whiteboard hanging on the wall, above a set of key hooks, a table beneath holding the glass shell mortal remains of Paulie, a former Chia Pet.

Against one white painted wall was a cheaply made flat screen TV on top of an old baby changing table.  A DVD player was connected, with a neat pile of animations from the library.

Opposite the TV was a brown leather couch, the seat faded, cracked and patched with both stitching and duct tape. 

 A green cloth recliner with a Goodwill tag still attached to the back sat next to the couch with a window between the two.

 Covering the window hung a set of white striped light filtering curtains that fought a permanent daytime battle to keep glare off the TV screen, and to shield the household from Babbling Betty, the elderly shrew next door who was the gossip repository for everything happening in the park.

A cheap yellow formica counter seperated the kitchen and living room, a glass cabinet above holding dishes, glasses, and cleaning supplies.

Beyond the counter, a cheap white electric stove and an older microwave stood duty, wooden cabinets above.  The battered lime green refrigerator hummed away. At the border crossing of the kitchen counter the green carpet surrendered to worn, clean checkered white and gray lineolium.

The two cubs stepped in, Barry closing and locking the door while Larry hung his key on the hook.  Barry pulled out his keys from under his red shirt that displayed "Stupid" on the front, carefully hanging the key on the hook to avoid losing it.

Turning to the whiteboard on the wall Larry looked at it, puzzling out the order of the letters to make them fit, and said "Ma is working til six, taking a nap then working til 1am.  She said to eat frozen burritos for supper."

"Larry, no one's here.  Do you know what a 'Bee Jay' is?"

"Ain't that some old rock band with a song about a rock lobster?"

"Marion said it was a sexplay thing.  I want that ten-dollar credit!"

The two cubs raced down the green carpeted hallway, past a hamper full of clean clothes, to one of the 2 small back bedrooms, used for storage and an office.

The back bedroom was small, a square ten foot box with white painted walls, ever-present green carpet, and a sliding door closet on one wall.  A single window provided natural sunlight; at least whatever sunlight could get past the plastic storage tubs nearly blocking the view.

A card table had an older black laptop on it, along with 2 mismatched wooden kitchen chairs positioned in front.

 Turning on the old used laptop the two waited for Windows XP to load.  Barry loaded the browser, and searched for "What is a bee j" and clicked the first result.

The small screen filled up with pictures and facts about bees, pollination, diseases and honey production.

"Barry, that can't be it.  We don't care about bees or honey!  Try again."

Barry hit BACK then clicked on another result.
The browser filled with information on "Beej Mantras" and spiritualism.

Larry lost his patience. "Try another spelling.  Try B-E-E  J-A-Y and see if that works."

Barry typed this all in. "Damnit!  This is wrong too. I don't care about 'Bee and Jay plumbing' at all.  I'm gonna try again."

Erasing the former search, Barry typed in 'what is a BJ' and hit enter.  The laptop paused for a moment, then pulled up different info.
'Furapedia' said it was slang for a 'blow job' or 'oral sex' but that didn't mean much to the cubs.

"Larry, I'm gonna check EweTube."

A few clicks later the video sharing site was up, but before a search could be performed a cell phone rang.   Larry ran off to grab it off the kitchen table, picking up the flip phone and opening it, seeing the number of the diner Mama worked at on caller ID.

"Hello, this is Barry." said Larry with a smirk.

Past the din of plates clinking, a dishwasher running, and cooks hitting a bell in the background he heard "Don't you try that with me, pup.  You can't fool your own Mama!  I know it's you on the phone Larry.  Put me on speaker so I can talk to both of you at the same time."

Larry ran into the bedroom and put the phone on speaker.  "Hi Mama!" called out Barry.

"Hey pup.  Did you two do your homework yet?"

"I don't need to do it, Mama.  I can copy it tomorrow.  I already know--"

"Barry Bartholomew Anderson!  What have I always told you about learning something?"

"I know, Mama…"

"You tell me right now what I always say, or I'll tan your bottom when I get home."

"You always say 'you don't know nothing until you do it 100 times, then you learned it'."

"Correct.  So you will learn things, repeat them until you can do it sleeping and then you know something.  Do I make myself clear ?"

"Yes, mama, I will."

"I need both of you to PROMISE whatever you learn, you will do it yourself until you really know it. That goes DOUBLE for math!  You understand, pups?"

"Yes, mama, we promise."

"Ok, pups.  There are frozen burritos for supper.  Use the microwave to heat them.  Bob wants me to work til 8 tonight unless Sally comes in.  Be good, do your homework, eat something, ok pups ?   Love you both!"

"Mama ?  How come you always know when I'm pretending to be Barry ?", Asked Larry.

The voice on the phone said in a joking voice "Barry is prettier!" then laughed wildly before yelling "Bye!" and hanging up on the identical twins.

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Larry was staring at the screen in shock.  He knew that sex was touching weiners and cunnies but this was way different.  "Barry, look at that!  His wiener is hard...and she...is gonna put her mouth on it!".

 A golden furred female dingo was kneeling down in front of a similar colored male, long tongue almost touching, teasing as it ran near the underside of his hardened member as he panted.

From the speakers a loud whine blared out as a bass guitar started to play. "Please, sis, I'm begging you, just suck it.  I'm so hard, please please suck me for my first time!"

She stopped for a moment "Brother, I just turned 18 today and I want you to be my first!"

Then the video stopped, a loud voiceover announced "To see the rest of this video click 'buy membership' below.   Only $19.99 a month for the hottest action around!"

Barry jumped over and turned the speakers down.
"Damnit, they didn't show what happens!  Go to another video!"

The next video looked less clear than the previous one; the focus kept adjusting. The camera was not steady, pointing at the ceiling, swinging to the blue shag rug, to the side panning past an old students desk and finally pointing at an inexpensive metal framed twin bed with a rumpled blue comforter on it.   A male voice was heard.  "Is it on?"

A reply from another male. "Yep." The screen swung around again, and the picture stabilized as the camera was set down on a paperback book, the title not in view.

The picture showed a section of blue shag carpet and the messy bed.   From the window behind the bed sunlight beamed on the pillow, dust motes visible with the sunlight washing out colors.

A slender male skunk aged 14-15 wearing a neon green t-shirt displaying a perfume bottle stating "Sweet skunk life" and black sweatpants stood.  He looked a little nervous in front of the camera.    From off screen a whispered voice could be heard. "Are you sure no one will come home?  We won't get caught?"

The skunk whispered back "Yeah, Billy, no one's here and the bedroom is locked.  C'mon over!"
Into the view came another skunkboy, a little younger than the first, wearing blue jeans, a button down white shirt and eyeglasses.  He looked very jittery. "Jack, what are we doing?  You said take off clothes...and a surprise.  Are you…" Billy swallowed, nervously "...are you gonna touch my pecker some more?". The last part sounded like a perfect combination of shyness and desire, and he was breathing heavy.

Jack approached Billy and started to unbutton Billy's shirt slowly.  Billy moaned and reached down to rub the crotch of his own pants.  Jack knocked Billy's paw away and kept undressing Billy, unbuttoning the jeans, sliding both underwear and pants down until an iron hard skunkhood was revealed, jutting up towards Billy's own bare tummy.

"Please rub it!"

"Close your eyes." Jack looked at the camera, then lead the other skunk closer to it, turned sideways to the camera, facing each other.

 The frame showed Billy from knees to stomach, cock bobbing as he was lead around.

Deciding the camera was in a good position, Jack got on his knees in front of Billy, who kept trying to paw off but was stopped by Jack.
Jack then leaned over, took Billy's hardened member in paw.  "I'm giving you your first B.J. Billy. Relax and enjoy the blowjob." He then slowly licked the head of Billy's skunkhood.

Barry, shocked, said "That must tickle like crazy."

"That's weird.  He's licking the other skunks pecker! That's a girl thing!" Larry glanced down at Barry's groin.

"That feels so rutting good! Do it again, Jack!  PLEASE."

Jack slowly licked the underside of the whole shaft before taking in the length and suckling.
Billy gasped loudly, then in a frenzy of pleasure calling out over and over ,"so rutting good, so good, so good..."

 On his knees, Jack grabbed his younger brother's hips, holding them steady, then started to move his muzzle and tongue up and down on the shaft of raging hard cock.

  Every so often Jack would pull almost all the way off , stop, and suck just the head and wait while Billy went into a fever pitch, trying to thrust forward, but stopped by the paws holding his hips.  

"Please keep going, please, please….oh please more!"

Barry wondered aloud "Damn.  That looks like it feels so good his head's gonna blow up!"

Nodding, Larry said "I wonder how warm and wet that mouth must be."

Jack relented and went back to licking and sucking, teasing, then giving pleasure again, over and over;  Billy was panting and shaking.

In the throes of mindless passion, Billy reached down, grabbed two pawfulls of skunk ears, pinning Jack's head. "Watch out...The stuff...is...coming! ahhh…AHHH! AHHHHHHH! *SQUEEEEEK!*"

Billy's knees became weak as Jack swallowed then put his paw on the camera lens.

Jack whispered "Please let's try something. Get on all fours...turn a little. Like that."

The paw  moved away from the top of the camera, clearing the lens.  Billy was on the shag carpet floor, on all fours, his left side and rear visible.  Jack was on his knees behind his brother, only part of his raging hard-on visible, the rest hidden by his thigh. He opened a jar of Vaseline, smeared it on his pecker by jamming the jar on the head and twisting, before setting it aside.   Gently stroking Billy's tail, he lifted it up exposing the round pinkness of his back passage.

"Billy, I'm so hard, it hurts!  I need to put it in. Please let me rut you.  I'll be gentle, I promise. You will like it."

"I-is it g-gonna HURT?"

"I'll go slow and easy, promise.  I'll suck you every day for a week if you just let me try! "

"OK.   Don't let it hurt...remember your p-promise."

Jack reached up and gently scratched  Billy's ears before stroking slowly and gently all the way down to the base of his tail.   Reaching down, he dabbed his finger into the Vaseline jar, took a good sized glob, and gently rubbed it onto Billy's tailhole, making him thrust flex his butt in surprise. He paused, and the camera picked up the whisper.  "Are you clean inside?"

"Huh?"

"Did you...go to the toilet today...number 2?"

"Yep, after lunch."

Putting his index finger on Billy's back passage, Jack started to slide his finger in and felt the muscles clamp down. "Ow! Stop, it hurts!"  

Jack stopped inserting his digit.  "Just relax, and it will feel better."

He pulled his finger out, lay on his back under his partner, then slid forward between Billy's legs, stopping when his head was near Billy's groin.  Raising his muzzle, Jack took Billy in his mouth, suckling the soft cock in his mouth, feeling it harden.  "That feels rutting so good!"

Jack slid his finger in again, the entrance was much more relaxed, and the index finger went inside to the second knuckle.  Jack kept sucking slowly while moving his finger in and out.  "K-k-keep d-OH!-Doing that w-ith your finger!  It feels s-so g-good with a suck!"

After a few moments Jack took his finger out and stopped sucking, sliding back behind Billy.  "No!  Please don't stop!"

"My cock rutting hurts! I need some too!"

"Ok, put it in me but go easy."

Jack lined up his throbbing erection with the sensitive intimacy of Billy's rear, guiding it with his paw.

Jack slid his skunkhood into Billy slowly, making them both gasp, and waited.  At first, Billy's rear clamped down, and Jack stopped, leaving only the tip there.  After a moment, the ring relaxed, and pushing slowly, a few inches went into the warm heavily oiled tightness.

After a few minutes he slowly started to thrust in and out.  "It feels weird, Jack.  I'm getting even harder now!"

The two skunks moaned as Jack thrust, and Billy cried out to be touched.  Jack's paw went out of sight around Billy's hip and part of his paw could be seen stroking the younger skunk off.  

"Oh, the mouth felt better!  I wish you could suck me!" The pawjob slowed, and  Billy started to thrust against the paw, throwing the rhythm off, until they synched up again.

"Maybe we...Ah!...can...find a third." Jack began thrusting faster and harder.   In a few more minutes Jack yelled "I'm gonna fill your pucker!  I'm starting to…*SCREECH*" and stopped thrusting and his paw stopped stroking.

 Billy cried out "NO! Don't stop!"  A moment later Jack's paw and arm were moving again and Billy yelled out "The rug! I'm gonna...make...the STUFF ON THE….*SQUEEEEEK*"

Jack cried out too "Ohh!  Your pucker is twitching and squeezing...too...much! Uhhh!"

Exhausted by rutting, both lay down on their side, still attached, drifted off to sleep, holding each other as the video ended.

Both cubs stared slack-jawed at the computer trying to process what they had just watched.

"That butt-stuff was nasty! He must a had shit all over his pecker!" said Larry, making a disgusted face.

"Yeah...did you see that? Both of them skunks were going crazy screaming it felt so good! I wonder what that was all like…"

"You keep wonderin'.  I ain't going near anyfurs shitty tailhole!"

"So...Larry, if we wash real good...do you want to try the other stuff? Not the gross butt-stuff.  The crazy feel-good clean stuff?", Said Barry, tail wagging just a little bit.

"I guess we have to.  You remember the promise we made to Ma?  If we learned anything then we have to do it so's we know it.

Let's go wash up, little bro.", Said Larry with a sly grin, as he lead the way towards the bathroom next to their bedroom.  

"What you mean little?  We have the same birthday! We're twins!" 

"Yeah, but I was born first, by just OVER 1 minute."said Larry, as they both entered.  The room had a cheap yellow older formica counter, with a sink mounted into it.  Across was a small tub with shower.

"OK 'Mr One Minute' do we need a shower?", 
asked Barry, pointing to the small bathtub/shower.

"Nah, just a washcloth and brushing should be ok." said Larry as he soaped up a washcloth.  Larry pulled off his shirt, tossing it on the floor.  Barry followed suit, clothing dumped on the bathroom floor, showing that both boys were semi erect.

One wipedown with a towel, a quick brushing and both were back in the bedroom, naked.

"So...uh...what are we gonna do?", asked Barry.

"You mean what are you gonna do.  I told you, I'm the oldest so I go first." said Larry.

"No! It was my idea so I go first!"

"No. Me first!"

"Me first, fart-sniffer."

"No, me first, twerp."

"We're the same size.  We're rutting identical twins!  Don't be a rutting moron."

"I'm not a rutting moron, you are!"

"No, you are the rutting moron."

"Who you calling a Moron? 'Dick N Jane' mother-rutter! Can't even rutting read!"

"Rut you!"

"Rut you, mother-rutter!"

"No rut you! Rutting forget about it.  I'll go get dressed and do my rutting homework!" said Barry, starting to walk away.

"Hold on, Barry. I'm sorry! OK, you go first, alright? Please?"

"No!  I don't want a mother-rutting thing to do with you!"

Larry, ears down flat, tail tucked under, he lowered his head, and exposed his neck, and let out a submissive whine.

"Barry, please, I'm sorry.  Besides, I can't read either.  We're both 'Dick N Jane' remember?

But we can't lose that bet!  We win that bet, no one has to sneak around to use that 'free lunch chip' for a week!" Said Larry.

Barry sat down next to Larry on the bottom bunk. "I know.  I don't want to be like before the Palsy cub came, and have everyone talk about us being poor, and living in the trailer park and not reading good."

Larry hugged his brother, and kissed him on the muzzle. "It's OK Barry.  Close your eyes for me?"

"Why?"

"It's a surprise.  I'll make this better, I promise. Close your eyes so I can apologize the right way."

Barry closed his eyes, puzzled, feeling Larry release the hug, get off the bed.  He felt his brother's presence near, then warm breath on his thighs.

Without warning his softened cubhood was surrounded in a hot warm moist cavern of pleasure, the entire bottom from base to tip being stimulated by a hot wet wiggly touch, setting nerve endings into overdrive.

Larry was on his knees, looking up, trying to give head, and guess what he was doing right by watching his brother's reactions.

"Oh gods, that feels GREAT!" Barry reached out and rubbed the tips of Larry's ears as the tongue swirled around his cock which was getting erect.
"That's too much! Stop.  No, go again.  No, stop.  No, go again! Ohhhh..."

Finally Larry stopped paying attention to the "stop" instructions, and kept pleasuring his brother no matter what, as he gently lay Barry on his back. After a few minutes, He stopped, withdrew his muzzle as (in spite of the hip thrusts desperately trying to maintain contact) and said "Close your eyes again, I'll be back in a sec."

Larry got up, raced to the bathroom, and grabbed two jars, bringing them back, dodging the basket full of clean clothes in the hallway they had not put away yet.  Running into the bedroom, he saw Larry, eyes closed reaching for the flesh flagpole waving for attention.  Going to his knees, he pushed the reaching paw away, giving a long slow lick, making passionate cries fill the room.

Opening the first jar, he smeared his finger, before lowering his mouth over the hardened throbbing dick waiting for his muzzle's return.

Going into a pattern of head motions and licks, he could barely contain himself from humping the bed as he did the last expected thing in the world: he reached up and rubbed the exposed tailhole (which was clean) before trying to insert his finger, making Barry clench in surprise and stare at his brother in shock.

"My tailhole? You said you would never touch-"

"It's OK Barry.  I can wash my paw. I owe you for what I said. Me and you, together forever. No matter what happens.  Besides, that skunk went wild, remember?  Just lay back cause I'm not stopping.  Not til whatever is supposed to happen happens at the end.  Just don't pee in my mouth without warning me."

Larry gently and slowly pushed his finger in Barry's butthole, stopping then he felt resistance.  "Just relax, cause I'm gonna suck you til it falls off."
Once he started the oral pleasure, the finger was completely forgotten and he was able to insert.

"Ohhhhh!  K-keeep it up!"

Muzzle licking and bobbing, Larry was assaulted by a frantic tail wagging as Barry began thrusting his hips faster and faster, front and back pleasure making all four paws curl frantically.

"Oh!  It feels like...like...like I gotta PEE REAL BAD...let me UP!"

There was no letting up or stopping, only one paw pressing down on the chest to keep the receiver in place on the bed. The finger-banging of the back passage went just a little faster and muzzle bobbing a little quicker.

"Ah...oh...Ahhhh…. I rutting love you Larry!  Its twitching so bad! I'm gonna peee...YIP"

Barry did not piss, but his cock madly twitched for a few seconds in Larry's muzzle, his first dry orgasm making him wildly thrust, moan, and thrash before he moaned out "Please STOP!" and shoved the muzzle off his softened cock that could stand no more. 

Larry lay down on the bed, his own raging hard-on pointing towards his tummy, he resisted touching himself.

"Barry, come-on, I need you to do me now.  I know what that skunk meant, it's starting to hurt!"

Barry forced his eyes open, then said "hold on, all this wears you out!" Before racing out of the room, and heading to the kitchen.  Opening the fridge, he grabbed a couple energy drinks, and his weekly homework packet from the fridge magnet and raced back to the bedroom.

Closing the door, Barry set the homework packet down near the bed, and pawed an energy drink to his brother.   He chugged down his own bottle in one gulp, tossing the bottle over by the door.

"I don't like the fruit punch ones." said Larry, barely keeping him paws off his pecker.  He was breathing heavy, staring at his brother.

"But everybody likes fruit punch flavor!"

"Barry, forget the drink, and do something, I'm all hard.  I helped you out, come touch me!"

Reaching out, Barry ran a pawtip across his brother's sack and gently rubbed and kneaded the testes, running a finger across the middle, and up the underside of the turgid cubhood, feeling ovenlike warmth of the flesh, making Larry moan out "That's good, that's what I need so bad!"

Reaching out, Barry took Larry's problem "in hand" and started to slowly stroke him off.  "That's good, but hold over HERE instead."

Adjusting his grip, Barry kept beating off Larry, until he moaned out "no, I need a blowjob so I know what it's like."

Stopping the handjob, he leaned over and copying the video, gave a lick to the head, making his brother moan.

"Barry, try touching the places YOU like best.  I wanna see if they are the same."

After a few touches, they figured out both boys were slightly different.  Taking another cue from the skunkboys, Barry pinned down Larry's hips, and began teasing with his tongue, licking and suckling on the head, going down and stopping, licking slowly, stopping and starting again.

"Stop teasing me!  Keep sucking."

The mouth stopped and the cock slipped out, wet, exposed to the air.  Larry went to reach down to paw off, and Barry slapped his paw away.

"Close your eyes, Larry."

"Why?"

"Cause you are gonna love this."

Larry closed his eyes.   Barry went over to a drawer, took out a belt, and looped it around Larry's paws, tying them to the headboard.   "That will keep you from rubbing it.  I'M gonna make you have tingles!"

Grabbing the second energy drink, he guzzled that down, tossing the bottle in the corner next to the other.

"Hey, clean those up, before Ma sees them and has a fit!  Then get back over here and suck it!  I didn't leave YOU like this!"

Looking over, Larry was humping the air, unable to make contact to get off.   Barry leaned over and started to suck and deep throat, making him twitch and moan.

Seeing the homework he read off problem 1. "Tell me the answer and I'll keep going."

"No.  Suck it!  Suck it and I'll do anything.  I'll do your butt.  I'll suck you every day!  I'll get the lunch chip, just please touch me!"

A few minutes of sucking, then on to problem 2.  Every time Barry would stop, Larry would beg, moan, and give the answer. Finally after the tenth answer, he relented and sucked and licked without stopping.

"Oh...the pee...the pee…the PEE IS COMING!"
Larry started thrusting wildly, mouth fucking his twin. When Barry pinned his hips, Larry raised his hindpaws and pinned Barry to his cock, hard.
"It's coming now...YIP!"

Larry's legs relaxed and let go, but to get even for the headpin, Barry kept sucking, knowing how sensitive being touched after a dry orgasm was.

"Barry...stop...please stop...I can't take it no more!"

The two relaxed side by side.  "Hey Barry, wanna untie me?" Larry was untied from the bed, and grabbed the two empty sports drinks bottles, and walked out of the room.

A few minutes later he came back in, holding two plates of frozen burritos.  The two naked boys ate, then Larry took the plates to the kitchen and put them in the dishwasher, before coming back, still nude.

"Barry, you think if the Palsy Cub leaves then  the school will get the lunch card swipers? So no one will know we get free lunch?"

"I dunno.  I heard they were gonna put an elevator in for him, and buy a special bus just for him. That's why they don't have swipers"

"I kinda feel sorry for him.  He's a tough little Rutter."

"Well if he is there, we don't get what we need.  Besides, Jimmy don't like him.  Jimmy is with us.  Like 'pack'.  He feeds us, helps us, defends us.  That bear cub is just some cub that's in the way.

Maybe if him being around didn't hurt us any it'd be different." said Larry.

"...Hey Larry, have you…ever kissed anyone?"

"Of course I have.  I kiss Mama all the time."

"No I mean not like a 'Mom kiss', a 'deep kiss' like a boyfriend or girlfriend kiss."

"No."

"Do you want to try?  For practice?"

"Who do you need to practice for?" asked Larry with a grin.

"...n-nofur.  I just wanted to practice so Mari- so nofur can say I don't know how.  That's all."

"Oh! I think somefur is 'sweet' on Marion Stankey!"

"N-no I'm not…" said Barry, ears folded back a little, tail low.  

Okay, let's try it." said Larry, reaching over for Barry.

As Larry came closer, Barry said "No homo."

"What?!  What do you mean?"

"I think you are supposed to say that if you get really close to another boy, ain't you?"

"Barry, ain't nothing wrong with boys liking each other.  You don't need to say 'No homo' to that.  
I'm you BROTHER you are allowed to kiss and hug family.

Besides we were just sucking each other's cocks."  said Larry."

"Oh.  Is that what 'homo' is? I loved every minute."

The two moved closer, muzzles almost touching; Larry sniffed the air, scenting the familiar, almost identical scent of his twin.  Turning his head slightly, the lips made contact.

Canine teeth scraped a little, mouths opened, and both tongues met, shocking them both, making them pull back.  Larry licked his muzzle, tail wagging.

Barry reached over and licked Larry's muzzle, then went up and licked his ears, his brother turning into the grooming and pressing his head closer.

Larry grabbed the base of Barry's tail, and gently squeezed, eliciting a moan, a small hump of the air, and an instant erection.

With a look both of them lay down on the bed.
"Larry, please suck it, you made me so hard, grabbing my tail!"

"No, you suck me first!"

"Hey let's try something, lay on your side." said Barry.  After Larry did, Barry switched, so they were head to feet, in a sideways "69" position.

Barry took Larry's cock in his muzzle, starting to lick and suck, loud moans of pleasure filling the room.  Even more excited, Barry thrust his hips and felt his own pecker entering a warm wet place, furious licking driving him mad.  He stopped his own licks and moaned.

Larry called out "suck it!"  And Barry went down on his twin once more; back and forth they would both go, giving pleasure, but once they received they would stop, distracted.   Finally Barry switched position and orally serviced Larry, until finally, whining to finish, humping muzzle and grabbing a double handfull of comforter, his raging boner had it's twitches in Barry's mouth, while he breathed hard and whispered fiercely "thank you...thank you...that feels so good!"

Reaching over, Barry grabbed the jar of body cream, and rubbed a huge glob on his pecker.  
"Larry, I'm gonna rut you. I need it!  I have to put it in."

"Go easy.  Use your finger first."

Barry slid his finger gently in feeling the ring tighten then loosen up.  Sliding in and out relaxed Larry even more.  "Your making it hard again, Barry, doing that."

Gently lifting the tail out of the way Barry slid his iron hard cock partway into Larry's backside, moaning.  He stopped and waited, then pushed further.

Reaching around, Barry made a tight "ring" from his well greased paw, drew back, and jumped forward, making Larry's pecker slide into the tight paw circle.

After furious thrusting, Larry whispered "the...special...pee feel...is...COMING!". He grabbed his pillow, buried his muzzle in it and a muffled YIP was faintly heard.

Barry was still thrusting, and the ring clamped down on him.  His own twitches started fiercely, and his eyes barely open, he managed to stop moving and suppress his YIP as the bedroom doorknob started to turn, and he felt a comforter pulled over them both by Larry.

Mama was there, in the doorway, looking at the twins laying together on the bottom bunk.

"Did you two get that homework done?"

"Yes, Mama, right there." They indicated the TV table used as a desk with 10 math problems all filled out.

"Good job, cubs.   Why are you two snuggled together like that?"

"Ummm…well we were feeling cold and…" stammered Barry.

"Mama, don't let Barry fool you.  He heard pup-cuddling calms you down for night time from a tv show but he was embarassed."

Leaning over, the female coyote gave them each a lick on the muzzle.  "OK, I'm gonna lay on the couch for a couple hours before I work a little on the 3rd shift.  Try not to be noisy, I need my sleep and you know how easy I wake up.

It's almost past your bedtime, get some sleep."

Closing the door behind her,  the middle aged coyote's pawsteps went down the hall, the couch squeaked a leathery squeak, and the TV went on, some show about "Who is my pups daddy?".

"That was close." said Larry, wondering if Mama missed seeing the petroleum jelly open in front of the bed.

Squirming, Barry said "Larry, we have a problem."

"What problem?"

"All of a sudden I have to pee.  Real bad. From those energy drinks."

"So pull out of me and go to the bathroom."

"Mama will see us both naked, Vaseline on our tailholes and peckers from laying in one bunk together!"

"So put some...clothes...on…" said Larry, then realizing the clothes from today were in their bathroom; all the drawers in the room were empty of clothing, the clean stuff washed but not put away by two coyote boys was sitting here in a basket in the hallway.

Going for the clothes or the bathroom would be easily seen from the couch.

"OK, Larry...you jump up quick.  I'm gonna...pee my bunk, I'll tell Mama it was me.  I can't hold it, I'm gonna burst!"

Larry looked around and saw that the empty drink bottles were gone too.

"Hold on Larry, don't move at all.  Your still inside my tailhole.  Push in more."

Barry desperately humped a few times, the stimulation holding back his piss from flowing...for the moment."I can't hold it...I gotta go so bad...I can't hold it!"

"It's okay, Larry, let it fly.  Just go in my butt."

"I'm sorry, Larry...I'm real sorry!" Said Barry as his distended bladder emptied into Larry's tailhole.

"It's OK, Barry.  You owe me a blowjob tomorrow.   Now go to sleep." 

Larry was definitely feeling full, but he could hold it til Mama drifted off on the couch.

---

Next morning both cubs walked off to school, smiling, tails wagging.  That bet was as good as won, it was a long weekend and no homework.

They walked into the schoolyard, looking around.  There were some-furs who avoided them and others who approached with a purpose, to be seen to be friendly with them; Jimmy's reputation didn't make them popular but they were in the middle of the pack instead of the bottom, socially.

Barry scented Marion's perfume when the wind changed, long before she was in sight.  Today she had black spandex pants hugging her form with a purple silk shirt matching her eyeshadow, and those big bright eyes enhanced by  long black purple jewel tipped eyelashes glued on.

The two approached as she was "holding court", surrounded by a gaggle of tittering girls, all wanting to be seen by others when they were near Marion.

As they approached there was a gaggle of laughter from the crowd of girls, directed at Billy Thorkenson, a weasel that lived in the other end of the trailer park.  "I don't even know you, never heard your name.  Why would I kiss you?  Get lost!" said Marion, scornfully.

Billy ran off, showing Marion the "digit of insult" as he ran away, looking about to cry.

Barry walked up, a little nervously, but his tail wagged as he saw her.  "Hey, Marion.  You ready to pay up on that bet?"

"Hey…Barry." said Marion, making Barry's tail wag furiously.  She knew WHICH TWIN he was!  

"We will have to talk at recess.  Right now I'm busy with important things." she said, pulling out a large glass perfume bottle and reapplying it liberally all over then jamming it back in her little cloth clutch purse.

----
During recess they found Marion at the far edge of the recess yard again, and approached.

"Hey Barry, Larry.   You ready to put up or pay up?"

"Huh"? Said Barry.

"I think she means 'prove we know what a B.J. is' Barry."

"Right, so what is it?" demanded Marion.

"It's when you...get a guy have somefur put their mouth, lips and tongue on their pecker and lick to make them feel good.  Real good, at the end.

It's called 'going down' on a girl or a guy not 'going up'.  For a girl you lick her private girlspot-"

"Pussy or cunny" interupted Barry

"Barry, she knows what a girl has! - until she gets not-pee tingles real hard." Finished Larry.

Marion looked at Barry's groin then quickly looked at his long canine tongue. "How do I know you aren't making this up?  And what about the pizza guy?"

"Come over after school, and we can show you proof.  Just a couple streets away." said Barry.

"OK, but you two better not be trying to fool me."

The rest of the day went agonizingly slow for Barry. All he knew was that Marion Stankey was coming to HIS house.  He didn't think she would tell anyone and he didn't care.  She knew HIS name!  He wasn't just "one of the twins" or "whichever one you are".

Finally the shrill clanking started, and Barry raced out of the classroom, and to locker four-fifty-one, tail wagging, he sniffed the air for her scent, picking it up faintly.

Larry followed a minute later as Marion's perfume became stronger. In a sing-song voice Larry chanted  "Barry and Marion, sitting in a tree, R-U-T-T-I-NG...first comes-"

"Shhhhhh! She might hear you!"

Marion strutted up, looked at Barry sideways and blinked to show off her lashes.  "Barry, you and Larry have proof at your house?"

"Yep, we do."

Larry piped in. "We're only a couple streets away. Let's go.  It's gonna blow your mind!"

"Maybe it might blow YOUR minds but I'm different." Marion said confidently.

They set off, and soon turned onto the left turn drive leading to the trailer park.  Marion lagged behind a step then stopped.  "I-is this a real Trailer Park?  Is it safe to go in?". The skunkette's air of confidence had fled.

"Don't worry, you are with us, it's safe." said Larry as Barry nodded.  They continued on down the driveway, past the communal mailboxes and towards the mobile homes and trailers.

Next to their trailer a small crowd of cubs were watching a raccoon worker power spraying a double-wide, making the green siding look freshly installed as the accumulated dirt, dust and pollen were blasted off by high pressure soap.  As the front of the home was finished, the workmammal set the wand aside and went to his nearby truck.

Looking over, Marion noticed Billy Thorkenson scowling, and giving her the finger again.  Hautily she yelled over "Still not going to let you kiss me, Bob...or whatever your name was!"

Marion turned to smirk at Larry, then turned around and her eyes went wide.  "No!  I'm sorry, I'll kiss you...PLEASE DON'T!" just before she was blasted by the soapy water mix jetting from the wand held by the spurned and embarassed weasel.

"You remember my name now, you rutting bitch?!  It's  BILLY!" He screamed as he recorded the event with a cell phone with his other paw.

Marion fell over, her purse falling to the ground with the tinkling sound of shattering glass, the soapy water hitting her in the face, knocking her fake gem encrusted eyelashes off, eyeliner running down.

Without a word, both twins went into action.
Larry charged into Billy, grabbing him before he had a chance to drop the sprayer and run.

Barry ran over to Marion, who sniffed her own arm, eyes going wide as Barry got closer.  She started yelling "No, get away from me!  Leave me alone!  PLEASE don't come near me, Barry!" as she tried to back away desperately.
 
"I'm not trying to hurt-"

Marion looked ready to cry.  She started to scratch furiously at her fur and grabbed for her purse, screaming "Oh no, it broke!" Dumping the shards of glass from her perfume bottle out.

Barry continued closer and Marion yelled out "Please cover your nose! Don't come over here!"

Noticing the lack of perfume cloud around her, Barry sniffed the air and scented a little skunk scent.  She started to cry, trying to pull the sopping wet clothing away from her fur and skin, scratching herself madly.

"Marion, what's the matter? Why you crying?"

"I didn't w-want you to n-know that I'm just a reeking sk-skunk, OK?!

Come on just say it.  Say it and get it over with!

'Mary Mary stinks like sh-shit
B-block your n-nose or take the hit
Mary Mary give us hope
Maybe someday you'll use s-s-soap' "

"Hey, what smells different?" Interrupted Larry.

Marion started to sob.  Barry picked her up. "No don't t-touch m-me or you'll r-reek like me!"

Larry grabbed her saturated cloth purse, and the two went inside the trailer.  "No, I can't come in, I'm not de-scented and the musk will get all over your house!" She continued to wail as her rear paws came up to scratch as well.

"Why are you scratching like that?"

"I'm allergic to the spray and I can't take them off!"

Larry brought her phone over.  "It's broke."

Barry carried her to their bathroom.  "Take those off and shower, Marion! Get that stuff off you."

"B-but I can't use strong soap,it makes me itch worse and stink even more!"

"Try this." Barry handed Marion a white bottle labeled 'Canid Mange-Away no tears cub shampoo for Sensitive Skin'.

"But I can't take these off!"

"I'm leaving the room, no one's gonna peek. Lock the door."

"But if I take these off my m-m-musk will be everywhere!" She started to cry again.

"Marion, you take them off and shower, or me and Larry are gonna grab scissors and cut em off you!"

Barry walked out, closing the door and he heard the wet slap of clothes hitting the sink, and the shower turn on.   After a few minutes a cry of frustration was heard and stomping.  He cracked the door open.
"Are you ok?"

"No! I can't reach the middle of my back.  Can you help?  Please?"

Barry came in and she tore the curtain half open, not caring that she was nude.  Shoving the shampoo at him she said "Hurry, soap it up!"

Barry was nervous and shaking soaping her up, but got a good lather, which she rinsed off, relaxing.  Finally she turned off the water and stood there.

"I'm sorry...that...I stink. I can't help it!
Can...can I.. stay here...in the shower... until I dry off?  If you need to pee go ahead."

"You want to Just use a towel?"

"No.  I'll ruin it! With my... filthy stink…"

"Larry, come here!"

A moment later he stuck his head in the bathroom.  "Yep?"

"Go get a couple towels and my bathrobe.  Marion is afraid she will ruin anything she touches. She doesn't want to dry herself off."

"No! I told you. My st-stink will be everywhere!"

Larry walked in, handed a towel to Barry who started to wipe the water off Marion; he was so worried he didn't even think about touching or staring at her body.

Taking the other towel, Barry rubbed it on Marion's head(so she knew the towel was "scented" by her already)  then handed it to her.  "Wipe off your other places.  Let me know when you are done."

Moments later, Marion called out. "I'm dry."
He walked in, and saw her standing there, sopping wet towel covering her crotch, and he put a bathrobe on her, as she protested.  He handed her a pair of tighty-whitey boys underwear left by a younger cousin during a visit.  She shook her head, and he shoved them on her.

"These ain't pretty like your clothes but they are clean and dry."

 They went out to the living room and she just stood there.  Larry handed her the phone from her bag.  The phone was cracked, and drenched from both perfume and soapy water.  It did not turn on.

Marion sat on the floor and cried. "Please, please don't tell anyone!  I'll buy your lunch everyday! Both of you!  Just tell me what you want!  I don't want to be 'stinky Mary' again!

"We ain't telling no-fur nothing, don't worry, Marion.  This stays between us."

"What about Billy? He took pictures!"

Larry tossed down the shattered pieces of half a cell phone.  "I had him erase it.  Then I bit the phone in half.  I told him I'd bite his fingers off one at a time unless he peed his pants.  If he talks we talk."

"Is he gonna call the police? Or tell your parents?"

"Nope, he won't snitch." said Larry walking to the whiteboard next to the door.   He stared at it for a few minutes, puzzling things out.  "Barry, Moma's home early; at 430 today.  Then she works overnight 11 to  7 in the morning."

Larry grabbed the wet clothes from the bathroom and threw them in the washing machine, with baking soda.

A short time later the door opened and in walked a middle aged coyote  wearing a name tag for 'Brook's Diner' stating 'PAULINE A.'

Seeing a half-nude crying skunk in her son's lap made her stop short.  "What is going on here?  What's your name?  Are you OK?"

Immediately both twins started jabbering until she stopped them with a look.

Marion curled up on herself.  "I'm Marion Stankey.  I'm really sorry! I got sprayed with cleaner and I'm allergic.  I don't mean to stink...I didn't want to ruin your things with skunk reek…" she started to cry again and Barry curled up around her, protectively.

"Can we get you home to your parents?"

"My parents are gone for the weekend.  I was going to stay with Grace and Sarah Bleater, but my perfume broke and got washed off and I smell bad!  If I go there they will know I'm just a reeking ugly s-sk-skunk!  The whole school will know!"

"Can we get you some 'Musk Mask shampoo'"?

"No.  I'm allergic.  I itch and I smell worse. That's why I use special perfume, but it's gone now."

"Can we get you perfume?'

"No. I'm Allergic to regular perfume.  Daddy special orders it."

"Let's take you home and call your parents."

"I can't get in.  We have computer locks.  My phone app opens the door but it's broken" , she said, pointing to the dropped, perfume soaked waterlogged smartphone.

"Well Marion what can we do? Let's call your parents."

"I don't remember the number. It's saved in the phone."

"Let's try to find a way; otherwise you need to go to your friends house or we need to call the police so somefur doesn't think you went missing."

"I hear if you switch the SIM chip your saved numbers come up." said Barry, grabbing the smartphone.

A few minutes work with a bent paperclip, and the number was found for Mr.Stankey.

"Hello, Mr Stankey?  This is Pauline Anderson...my two sons go to school with Marion, she is here at our house.  She got sprayed with a cleaner, got soaked and her phone and perfume broke...let me put her on.

The story of the sprayer attack was told.

"Why did you go over there?" asked Mr Stankey.

Thinking quickly, Marion replied.  "We made a bet about reading.  I bet them I could help them read better.  If I win they do my chores for a week.  If they win I pay $10 to their lunch fund...for snacks."

Mama smiled.  She knew the boys had trouble reading sometimes.

"Marion, you will have to go over to the Bleaters.  I'm away on business for 3 days and I have to be there."
 
"Please, please, Daddy!  Don't make me go there!  They will smell me!"

"I'm sorry Marion.  We don't have a choice with your mother gone."

"Please! Please don't make me be 'stinky Mary' again!  PLEASE!  I can stay in a hotel room!  I'll be good. I PROMISE!"

"Marion, a 9 year old can't stay in a hotel by themselves.  I'm very sorry."

Mama cleared her throat.  "I'm sorry...I don't want to interfere...but I have a suggestion.  If it's OK with you I don't mind if she stays here.

Now we're not fancy, but I have a couch she is welcome to stay on. Or she can take my room.  My boys already know, and they won't say a word." Quietly she added "my boys are only 9 and we're canids not mustidae, so 'shennanigans' won't be an issue."

"I'll have to consider this; after all, we've never met…by the way, What happened about the boy with the sprayer?" he asked

Larry piped up. "Mr Stankey, I'm sorry if we caused trouble, it's all my fault, don't blame Marion or Barry or anyone else."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I made him delete the video from the cloud, then...I bit his phone in half…"

"What ELSE did you do, Larry Anderson?" asked Mama.

"Well...i told him if he said anything about Marion...that I would bite his fingers off his paw...and I made him wet his pants. And threatened to tell everyone he peed himself."

There was a laugh from the speaker.  "Pauline if that offer still stands, she can stay with you.  Anyone willing to fight to protect her like that has my trust."

"Marion, you can get a new phone when I get home.  Now you better behave, or I'll send you to the Bleaters.  In the meantime I'll call them and let them know you are staying with another friend this weekend."

"Thank you, Daddy.  Thank you so much!"

"Thank Mrs Anderson."

Marion raced over and grabbed Mama in a strong hug, then backed away.  "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hug you and cover you in my reek!"

"Marion you are fine.  You smell like a clean young lady skunk to me."

"Mrs Anderson, please take me off speaker." With a button press the call was private.  "Thank you again for helping.  Marion sounded like she was going to become hysterical."

"My pleasure, Mr. Stankey.  Her, Larry and Barry are getting along great; Barry seems particularly protective.  I like to encourage good behavior from my cubs, and 'knight in shining armor' is a good thing."

"Please, call me Stanley, Pauline.
By the way, I'm very happy for Marion to be around a decent female role model, her mother passed 2 years ago, and she's been a little lost.

 I expect she will behave, but please call me immediately if there are any issues.  

Text me your address and I'll have pizza delivered."

"How nice of you, Stanley.  You didn't need to do that!"

"I know how much kids eat.  I'm paying for tonight, and putting a credit in your name at Pizza Station. 

A courier will be dropping off some cash for incidentals.  I would come home, but this meeting is important, and it took 9 months to plan.

Don't forget to text me how many pizzas or subs you need and what flavor.  I want to surprise the cubs.  Thank you a million times over, Pauline."

---

Marion was sitting on the floor, almost curled up in a ball, arms wrapped tight around her drawn up knees.  A DVD player was playing an old movie about a monster in a castle -with help from talking teacups- falling in love with a village girl.  Mrs Anderson was napping in her bedroom before her shift, so Marion was alone with the two twins.  She sat away from them, trying not to touch anything.  

Marion sniffed herself, disgusted.  She wondered how the twins could stand being near her; canid noses were more sensitive.  Her "normal" scent of beautiful rose-petals was gone, replaced by the faintest trace of skunk musk, combined with cherries and oatmeal.

Grabbing a slice of sausage pizza, she started munching when Barry slid over closer and tried to hold her paw.  She almost took it, with a small smile then jerked away.  "Be careful, I'm all gross.  Don't touch the pizza box where I touched either."

"Marion, you smell fine.  Like…" Barry took a sniff "Cherries and...cream of wheat?"

"You...just don't lie.  I know I look gross and I smell gross.  I'm trying not to ruin your stuff.  I'll sleep on the kitchen floor tonight so my reek can wash out."

Barry said "OK, I've had enough!" and grabbed Marion, lifting her surprised form off the ground.

"Hey!  Put me down!"

Barry carried her over to the couch and slid her fur across the smooth leather surface a few times.  "What are you doing? My scent will get on it!"  she protested.  He repeated this with the chair, the rug and the wall before setting her down.

"Why do you want gross skunk smell all over?"

"You aren't gross."

Marion stared at Barry.  "I'm gross...I don't smell pretty any more…" looking down she pointed to the old sweatpants she had on. "I don't look pretty." Pointing at the house around them.  "No one at school sees you with me."

Barry grabbed Marion, and before she knew what was happening he rubbed the underside of his jaw on her, scent marking her.

"You ain't gross." He put his nose to her neck and took a sniff, sending a thrill through her, and she smiled. "You smell good to me.  You are really pretty when you smile.  I don't care if nobody sees."

Her smile disappeared. "My scent glands aren't on my neck" she said sounding sad. She wished she were a coyote too. Coyotes smelled good without perfume.

Barry leaned over, grabbed her slender hips and sniffed at her rear and tail.  "Eeeep!". She covered her rear with her paws, but her tail reflexively went up from shock.  Luckily she didn't spray.

"Why did you do that?!"  the embarassed skunkette.  Under her fur she was turning red, and kept her eyes anywhere but on Barry.

"I needed to prove you wrong. You still smell good."

"You aren't supposed to sniff a girl without asking!"

"Ok.  Can I sniff you?"

"It's too late! You already did!"

"Maybe I liked your scent and I want to do it again."  Marion was smiling again.

Nervously Marion reached out and took Barry's paw, and could feel it shaking.  Like her own paw was doing.

In a whispered sing-song voice Larry started chanting 'Marion and Barry sitting in a tree, K I S S I-' before he was cut off as HE was kissed by Marion, followed by laughter from the budding couple.

"Larry, you are a goof." said Marion.

"I'm not Larry, I'm Barry!"

Leaning over against Barry she replied "Nope.  Barry is prettier."

Mrs Anderson got up after 930pm, ate a few pieces of sausage and green pepper pizza, took a shower, and came out dressed for work on the 3rd shift.

"Marion, I have to work overnight for some extra money.  Now I've had the boys here before by themselves, they know the routine.

Stay in the house.  Don't get too loud.  I'm not going to tell you to go right to bed; I know sleepovers...you won't anyways.

Do not try to cook with the stove or oven.  The microwave is ok.  If you need me, use the flip phone;  the number to my work is on the whiteboard.  If there are any immediate problems go next door.

I set blankets and pillows on the couch.  You can sleep there or in my bed if you like, just remember I'll be in at 8am and will be crawling into bed in case that wakes you up." Mrs Anderson said.

"Thank you, Mrs Anderson.  I'm really glad you let me stay."

She leaned over closely and whispered "I'll need a smart girl like you to keep these two knuckleheads in line."

Whispering back "OK.  Girls are more mature. I'll cub-sit the boys."

"OK. I'll go talk to them.  Go check the blankets and test the couch."

Around quarter-past ten, Mrs Anderson walked out, got in her ancient hatchback and drove off, while all 3 cubs were watching a DVD about a superstitious feral talking dog that chased fake ghosts and solved mysteries.

About a half hour later, the flip phone rang, and Larry answered it in falsetto.  "Hello, this  Marion."

He laughed, then in his normal voice "OK, mama. We will remember.  See you in the morning."

As he hung up, the two twins have each other an odd look, and Barry paused the movie as Larry started down the hallway.

"Hey, I was watching that!  Why did you pause it?" 

"Well, Mama is at work now.  Gone all night.  So now we get to show you about BJ's."

The three walked down to a back bedroom used for storage, with an ancient (to Marion) black plastic laptop.  Pressing a button, Larry powered it on, which took at least 5 minutes, and she saw it was Windows XP.

She nearly asked by they didn't just get a new laptop then thought "Don't be stupid, Marion.  They are poor and they are sharing everything they have with you."

The laptop loaded, and Larry went to a favorite EweTube video, and the screen started to show a camera bouncing around.

"Larry, skip to the good parts", said Barry.  A few clicks later, a frozen image showed a skunkboy on his knees in front of another skunk, a hardened cock in his face.

Sound played, but the image was stuck.
"I'm giving you your first B.J. Billy. Relax and enjoy the blowjob."

The image stayed still, then distorted, and showed the  skunk on his knees licking the pecker in front of him.

"That feels so rutting good! Do it again, Jack!  PLEASE." 

A few moments later Jack, or whatever his name was, took the pecker in his mouth and started sucking on it.

"...so rutting good, so good, so good..."

Marion noticed both of the twins were watching her intently.  

"OK, I guess you win.". She continued watching, fascinated.

Turning a little pink under her fur, she said "I guess that must tickle a lot." She wondered what getting your Private Spot licked would feel like; thinking back to younger memories of bathtime; her paws diving past her belly, under the water and bubbles, down between her legs where the fur stopped and pleasures started; along with other red-faced memories of daddy catching her, and reminding her to be a lady in front of others as he washed her headfur.

"Oh it feels so good you almost wanna die!" said Barry, without thinking; as he spoke his paw rubbed the outline of his cock through his pants.

Marion stared at Barry.  "Did you have a BLOWJOB?" as Larry turned to face his brother.

"Barry!  Shhhh!"

From the laptop speakers blared out "Watch out...The stuff...is...coming! ahhh…AHHH! AHHHHHHH! *SQUEEEEEK!*"; Marion turned to see the skunk twitch and shake in pleasure, ram his pecker in his brother's mouth, in a fierce hump, holding his brother's ears, then letting go, falling to his knees as the other skunk swallowed.

"Did he just pee in his mouth?!"

"No.  No pee comes out.  Just crazy good twitches." said Barry.

"Barry! Be quiet!" said Larry.  "Do you want everyone to know that we sucked each oth.." then he stopped went wide eyed and stared at Marion.  His ears went back, tail down.

Marion stared back.  Then reached out, and rubbed Larry's ears.  "Larry, we're friends.  I'll never tell. I promise.  If I tell, you tell about my stink."

Looking both embarassed and excited she secretly glanced at Barry rubbing himself through his clothes, and stared at his muzzle.  He absent-mindedly licked his own nose, and her stomach fluttered for just a moment; her thoughts about the "going down" on girls, making her wonder how long his tongue was.

Umm...can you do it now?  So I can watch?"

Barry's tail wagged and his ears went up. He looked at Larry, who nodded.   "Come on, let's go to the bedroom."

They walked out into the hallway, past the 2nd bathroom, and to the bedroom the twins shared; this room was bigger than the tiny office room, not sharing a wall with the 2nd bathroom.

The walls had been redone in royal blue, and a movie poster about four emotions controlling a hedgehog girl was pinned to one wall with thumbtacks.

A faded wooden set of bunk beds was against the wall and a single window covered by a plastic shade let in the outside world.

A scratched up set of brown wooden dresser drawers had clothing hastily tossed in, drawers half open, and an empty hamper sat in the room.  Nearly hidden under the dresser the green rug had a black patch, a permanent reminder why cubs shouldn't play with matches.

Larry stood and waited.  Barry  looked at him expectantly, then they both looked at Marion.

None of the cubs spoke for a moment, then Larry took charge.  "OK...Larry...NO energy drinks rule this time!  You still owe me."

Looking at both Marion and Barry, he asked "Does anyone need to use the toilet first?"

A little embarassed at the question, Marion shook her head.

Barry gave a thumbs up sign.

Both boys looked at Marion and started to undress, looking a little shy.  They were used to being naked together, but not with others, and never a girl before.

Dry mouthed and staring, Marion said "Hold on, I'm gonna grab us some drinks." She ran out of the room, and came back in with three cans of cola, from the 12-pack the pizza delivery brought.

The boys were undressed, peckers sticking out, and she stared, making both males cover up with their paws, still semi erect.

Taking a drink, Marion took a shuddering breath and went for it.  "It's not fair, so I'll get undressed too.  That way you aren't shy."

Marion took off the borrowed t-shirt, sweatpants and boys underwear and stood naked in front of boys for the first time.

"Larry, now if I tell about blowjobs, you tell about me naked with boys."

Larry reached under the bed, grabbing a jar of petroleum jelly, and setting it in easy reach.
"Barry, you still owe me, remember?" he said, laying his back on the bottom bunk, across the width of the bed, footpaws flat on the floor.

Marion watched Barry got on his knees in front of Larry, opening his legs.  She moved over to get close, fascinated.  Above his butt and below his...boy parts...dick...was a tight rounded pouch of skin that the two balls were held in; Marion had kicked a fur or two in the balls before, but never seen them.  The pouch and testes were very tight, she wondered if that made it hurt.

Above the balls was the pecker, a rounded cylinder, slightly curved like a banana, with a slight wrinkle of skin just below the underside of the mushroom shaped head.

As she watched, Larry's dick pulsed as it curved towards his belly.  He twitched his hips upwards.  "Barry, it's my turn...don't make me wait!"

Reaching down in a naughty display, he tried to rub his paw across the flesh just below the head, but Barry pushed his paw away, making Larry whine for a moment.

Gently taking hold of the shaft, Barry pulled it towards his muzzle and gave it a slow long lick, with his hot, wet, slightly rough tongue. Barry could smell Larry's scent, along with a slight taste and scent of saltyness.  As he stopped his lick, Larry whined again and tried to hump Barry's tongue.

Barry withdrew his mouth, to a near touch, and allowed his hot breath to flow over the wetted cock of his twin.  

Marion watched, wide eyed as Larry started to hump up and pant, whining.  "Barry, please suck me!"

As Larry would hump up, Barry would move his mouth and tongue back, then go closer.  Finally Barry dove down on Larry's cock and began to suck.

Larry had been waiting so long for the touch of his brother, he was panting, thrusting and begging Barry to suck him before he finally started.

As the teasing went on, each time Barry touched, or breathed in his cock, or pulled back, Larry's balls tightened even more.  His cock twitched just a tiny bit, and he just wanted to feel that hot wet tight mouth over him.

Larry finally felt the mouth and tongue on him, licking the underside, just below the head, where it felt the best.  Up and down the shaft, licking constantly, wrapping his clever tongue entirely around the underside.

"Please rub my balls, my twitches are gonna happen!"

Barry reached over and very gently rubbed Larry's balls with a finger, feeling them tighten even more.
"Oh! It's happening!...Ah!"

Barry pulled his mouth off Larry's cock.  "Marion, see!  No pee."

"No!  No! More, keep sucking, please don't stop! Please! More!"

Barry lowered his mouth again, and Larry moaned long and loud, then let out a YIP as his body shuddered.  A moment or two of licking, Larry forced Barry's mouth off, begging him to stop, he couldn't stand it.

Barry wiped his muzzle off, and looked at Marion, who was staring.  "Marion, it's not gross, he was clean!" said Barry, starting to worry that she would be disgusted by him. 

Barry waited a moment, and the skunkgirl didn't say anything.

"Do you think I'm gross now?" he asked, ears folding back, pecker starting to go soft.

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Marion was staring, first at Larry and his pecker going from hard to soft, then at Barry.  He was SO nice for doing that for Larry.  

Did someone else touching your pecker feel better than you doing it ?  What about someone touching her Special Spot? Her pussy? 

She remembered rubbing herself in the tub when she was little when daddy saw her tickling her cunny, under the bubbly water during her bath.  
Before momma was gone she told Marion that Special Girl places could only be touched by someone you really liked, or by you, but private only.  She tickled herself sometimes at night but it was a Special Secret.  

Marion wondered if the twins would let her touch them, and what a pecker and balls felt like…

...thinking about how much Larry liked a blowjob she wondered if Barry would do a Go Down on her.  

She noticed Barry said something to her, and he looked sad and worried.  His ears were down. His pecker wasn't even hard any more.

"Do you think I'm gross now?" Barry asked.

"No.  I'm sorry!  I didn't hear you."

"Do you promise you don't think I'm gross?"

Marion came over and kissed Barry with a peck on the lips.  He smiled again, leaned over to match her slightly shorter height and kissed back with a quick peck, which she accepted.

Emboldened, he reached out, holding her paw, then moving closer, turning his head, kissing again, more deeply.  Heart thumping he slid his tongue out, and touched hers, shocking her for a moment.

Marion continued to kiss, surprised at Barry's boldness, she pulled back then said "you are so cute!"

He looked at the ground for a moment, grinning, ears back, a little unsure, then trying to be more assertive said "You're almost as cute as me!"

With a smirk she said "I really like you.  Like-like you."

"I've always liked you, Marian." His tail was wagging fiercely, ears full up...and he was getting hard again.

She leaned forward to his ear and whispered "I've always liked you too.  You were my favorite, Larry."

The smile dropped, tail tucked under and ears went back for a moment as his eyes started to fill with disappointment.

A surprise kiss to the lips and a grin."Got ya, goof!  I know who YOU are, Barry, you couldn't fool me if you tried."

The ears went back up, tail back to wagging, and looking down it was easy to see how "happy" the naked coyote was.

Getting up off the bed, having rested after his powerful dry orgasm, Larry called out "OK, Barry, your turn!"

Barry went over and lay down the same way Larry had.  Larry looked thoughtful for a minute.  "Hold on, I'll be back."

He ran out, while Marion stared closely at Barry's hard pecker and tight ballsack. She kneeled down and sniffed his cock and balls, making him squirm and laugh. "That tickles and your nose is cold."

Larry came back in holding a pawful of clear plastic baglike things, and a squeeze bottle of strawberry flavoring.  He set them down by the bed, next to the Vaseline.

"What are those?" asked Marion, pointing her nose at the baggie things.  Larry opened one, it was a clear plastic one-size-fits-all glove, like workers at restaurants wore making food.

"Me and Larry like to do...other stuff.  I'll show you; it's clean, don't be grossed out, ok?"

He went to get closer and Marion looked at Barry.  "Is it OK if I touch it?". Barry's cock jumped a little at the question and he let out a small whine, before his tail started wagging at high speed, smacking the skunkette in the chest a dozen times until she pinned it down.

Reaching out she gingerly touched his cock and was surprised at how hot it felt.  Barry gasped as it was touched, and she felt tiny twitches going through it.  It was firm, but still a little soft.  Letting go she touched the tight sack holding his balls, putting her paw over them.

"Be careful, it's easy to hurt them." said Barry.

"It will feel good for him if you rub his nuts real gentle."

She rubbed and Barry's legs tightened and he pushed up.  "Please touch my cock too."
Grabbing his dick, she tried to twist side to side.

"Ow!  No do it up and down, gentle."

Marion wrapped her paw around 

Leaning down, she sniffed the tip, then gave it an experimental lick. Barry moaned and thrust up "Put it in your mouth, Marion!"
She put her mouth over, and moved her tongue around the coyote dong in her mouth.

"Oh, do that again.  Yes, lick the bottom.  Slide your tongue on me... ohhhhh!  Keep doing that!"

A paw reached over, connected to Larry, the hand covered by a plastic glove and coated in Vaseline.  The paw moved slowly down to Barry's tailhole and smeared Vaseline on it.  When his tailhole was touched, Barry jumped a little.

"Oh...put it in me!  Marion it's not gross, the mouth and the finger feel soooo gooood!"

She pulled her mouth off as Larry gently put his finger in, making the ring contract, and he stopped. Barry lifted his legs off the floor and up to his chest.
"Marion, don't be mad."

"Shhhh...close your eyes, goof."
Larry slowly began moving his gloved finger in and out.  Marion reached over grabbing something off the floor, and applying it to Barry's dick, making his eyes open when the cool liquid hit, but Larry covered the eyes of his brother.

Marion started to lick and suck again, vigorously.  
"Go a little...oh...slower with the licks… it feels almost too good."

"Hey, let me try."

Barry felt Marion's hot skunk muzzle replaced by the more familiar one of his brother, then back to her.  Then he started sucking the SIDE of the shaft below, and her above...then back to trade offs.

"Oh...the...Twitches are happening!  Its...gonna.. come.  Someone put it in.  Please SUCK!"

Marion started sucking and licking harder as Larry felt Barry's sphincter tighten down hard. 
"The Special TINGLES!  Shhhhhh…...oh...uh!"
The cock twitched hard and he tried to pull away but she forced his hips down and licked off the last of the strawberry syrup.

Looking down, Marion noticed Barry had fallen asleep.  Larry gently and slowly slipped his finger out of Barry's tailhole, and removed the plastic glove from his paw.  With a motion of his head, he indicated with his nose the door, and the two quietly walked out of the room.

They walked into the kitchen, Larry grabbed a cold soda and offered another to Marion.  Naked, they put a blanket down on the leather couch, then sat, taking a drink.

"Is Barry gonna be asleep all night?" asked Marion.

"Dunno.  Sometimes after hard twitches you get real tired.  Might wake up in ten minutes or tomorrow."

"Oh.  I wanted him to do a go down on me." 

Larry looked down and stared between Marion's legs.   Instead of a pecker and balls, just under her belly the fur disappeared and a puffy hairless mound, just a hint of a red slit with a protruding bump at the top.

"Can I look at your pussy?"

"You can look, but Barry touches first."

"I am Barry!"

"That jokes getting old, Larry.  You can't fool me.  I know the difference between you two."

"OK, I guess I'll wait to look then, too."

They sat a bit, then Marion asked "Larry, did you ever suck each other before the bet?"

"No.  We saw that video, and the two skunks were going so wild we wanted to try too.  We needed to know what it was like anyways so we could win that...so we could win."

"Larry, you promise to tell me the truth?"

He paused for a minute. She was smart. Not just book smart; she could even tell who was who even when they were both naked, even teachers couldn't do that; by switching shirts the boys swapped places in school lots of times.
"Yeah, truth, I promise."

Marion had an idea. Maybe the 'Small WolfPack in the Forest' books were true?  She thought she would try something:
"PACK promise?"

He stared, shocked. Canids knew about Pack Promise, not skunks. How could she claim pack promise?  She wasn't even a coyote…

Seeing his shock and confusion she pointed to her neck.  "Sniff here."

He sniffed...and scented Barry's scent mark on her. So not his mate, but he marked her. Marks were for mates, Cubs and pack members. Maybe it counted until it went away?

"OK, Pack Promise."

"Larry, tell me why you needed to win that bet."

His ears went back, tail down, then back up, arching over his back; a position where if he were on all fours it would point to her.
"Okay, I'll talk...if you make a Pack Promise to never tell anyone not in the pack."

She nodded.  He continued on. "We needed it for the lunch money.  Mama can't afford for us to buy lunch, so we get the free lunch.  The free lunch for carnivores is Tofu Burger Surprise or Tofu Chicken Surprise.  They taste like shit.

Since that Palsy Cub is using all the extra school money when they buy his bus and make an elevator for him there is no swiper.  We pick up a plastic chip for food in the office every day, where everyone can see.  We don't like to remind people we are poor. I don't wanna hear some jerk calling us 'trailer trash' again.

So if getting a good tasting lunch for a few days, and no picking up that chip means me and Barry suck each other off, and make each other feel so good that it feels like heaven, then I'll do it."

"Well you won.  I'll pay when school goes back.
One more question: why 'no energy drinks' rule?"

This time Larry looked full on embarrassed.  Ears back, tail tucked and he didn't look at her.
"Pack Promise, remember?"

Larry mumbled something she couldn't hear and asked again.

He mumbled again, mentioning 'mama, rut, and pee'.

"What? Didn't hear."

"I said me and Barry were in bed. He was rutting my tailhole.  Mama came home, almost caught us. We didn't have any clothes in the room and Mama was on the couch.

He had to pee real bad...and couldn't get to the bathroom...so I told him to pee in my tailhole."

Marion started laughing hysterically.  Larry tried to look irritated, but he broke into a smile himself, tried look serious and stern and fell into belly laughter himself.  Finally the two managed to stop sniggering as jaw-cracking yawns hit them both.

"Let's go get nature boy dressed for bed so we can all get some sleep." 

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Mama unlocked the door and walked in quietly.
Expecting to see a skunk on her couch, or in her bedroom she was a little surprised.

In the middle of the living room were 2 mattresses from the bunk beds, pushed together.  All 3 cubs were laying under a set of 2 blankets.   Larry was on the outside, one paw around Barry.  Barry had one arm under Marion's left side and his right arm wrapped overtop, in a sleeping body hug; his blue superhero pajama standing out against her black fur and t-shirt.  Marion had one paw on Barry's paw and the other holding his tail up as she drooled on her borrowed pillow.

Wishing she had one of the modern cell phones with a camera, she tiptoed to her bedroom and came back with an old Polaroid camera, and took 3 shots.  Not exactly "embarass the cubs" material but darned cute, she'd need to share it with Mr. Stankey.

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Marion woke first, running to the bathroom to empty her overfull bladder before deciding she was starving.

Quietly she made her way to the kitchen. When she did sleepovers with the girls it was different.  She needed to make sure she looked good, and kept applying more perfume.  They would talk about clothes, who would "like-like" who, boys, and somefur would try to put someone down to one-up them.

Usually the next day she would wake to a dozen  donuts from a shop, fresh that morning, and juice or hot chocolate.  Sometimes Mrs Bleater would be there and cook them eggs or veggie omelettes and they would watch cable TV or go out back to the yard and jump on the trampoline.

She found a box of Lucky Stars cereal, considered it, then chose cold pizza from the fridge, and grabbed that, and some ice water to drink.   She didn't get her fur styled or makeup put on last night, but she didn't worry about perfume. They saw each other naked and she didn't need to hide her smell.  The twins didn't even care that anyfur saw them with her; half the girls she was "friends" only wanted to be seen near her to brag to otherfurs that they "knew her".

  Last night was better than giggling and whispering about spying on a brother getting changed into pajamas in his room.  She hoped Mrs Anderson was working again.  They had fun.  After the boys fell asleep her own paws were a little busy with herself, but tonight was HER turn.

Barry (and maybe Larry) would have tired mouths, she hoped.

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Larry got up, used the bathroom, and was about to grab something to eat when he stopped and ran to the office.  Luckily Mama almost never came in; paused on the screen was a video of a skunkboy rutting his brother.  He closed it, then turned off the laptop.

Walking out he almost ran into Marion, walking to the bathroom. Thinking quickly, he said "Your the most beautiful skunk I've seen all day.  Kiss me again?"

He got a peck on the cheek.  "Good try, Larry.  Barry is still prettier."

How did she know?  She went into the bathroom and Larry raced to the living room, finding Barry sitting up.  In an urgent whisper Larry said "Quick, switch clothes with me.  Hurry!"  started to strip off his shirt.  

The two swapped shirts and pants, and Barry, wandered into the kitchen.  Larry sat where Barry was, and Marion walked back in.  "Marion, I really like-like you.  Can we hold paws again?"

"Larry, I told you that you don't fool me.  Switching clothes didn't work."

Barry walked in, munching on cold pizza. He had an idea what was going on.  Pointing to his brother he said "Hey, ain't you gonna give Barry a kiss good morning?"

The skunk giggled.  "Should I?"

"Why not? Ain't you his girlfriend now?"

She smiled and kissed Barry on the lips.  "I told both of you, I know who is who."
They all jumped at a loud knock at the door.  Barry looked at Larry, who answered it, finding an impatient bunny standing there, foot thumping

"Package for Anderson, sign here and take it." Jamming an envelope in Larry's paw, then shoving a tablet at him.  It was showing 'received by customer refused to ID' and had an X for the name.
He made a squiggle, the rabbit hit 'accept' and raced off.

Looking at the envelope it was addressed to Mama with a note "incidental expenses - amount is correct" on a comment line.

He brought the envelope in and put it on the table by the door.

They played uno for a while, until near lunchtime Mrs Anderson woke up for the day.

"Draw four!  Color is yellow." called out Larry.

"Sorry I slept so long...I'll be working nights for the next few days.  Did you eat something for breakfast?  Sorry we don't have much…"

"Hah! Reverse, draw two!"

"I had cold pizza for breakfast… It looked better than Lucky Stars...I almost never get cold pizza, Mrs Anderson!" said Marion, smiling and excited, picking up her glass of ice water to take a sip.

Spying the letter, Pauline grabbed it, and opened it up.  Inside was a large envelope with two smaller r envelopes inside, labeled OPEN FIRST and OPEN LAST.

Pauline opened the envelope marked OPEN FIRST.
Inside was a single piece of paper, watermarked FOUR SEASONS:

"Stanley Stankey

To Pauline Anderson,

Pauline, I have enclosed cash in an envelope labeled "open second".

 Cash in the amount of one-thousand dollars is enclosed for any incidental expenses.  I know this is a lot of money.  All I ask is that (if needed) you purchase what Marion will need for 3 days, keeping the remainder for a gift.

By this I mean: buy groceries for your home.  Please bring her to get some clothing for the couple days she will be there. 

This means Woolt-Mart, and NOT Saks 5th Avenue.
I know she likes to "walk pretty and talk pretty" but normal jeans and a t-shirt won't hurt her.  Do not allow her to push you on this; otherwise I have the Bleaters pick her up.

I know this cash seems excessive, but I would pay more for therapy if she were bullied and teased again.

Thank you for your kindness.  I look forward to meeting you all.

S.Stankey."

Opening the second envelope, Pauline found and counted the cash.  It actually was $1000!

"You two are cheating.  I shouldn't have this many cards." Said Marion as she picked another two cards.

"How do you cheat at Uno?" asked Larry.

"Maybe you are using some magic twin powers to work together."

"Nope.  Just better than you at it." said Barry.

"That's what cheaters say, Barry."

"I'm not Larry, I'm Barry!", said Barry.

Marion stared at Barry, confused.  She called him Barry. Her head shot around at Larry, then back at Barry.

"Got ya!" said both twins.

Stepping up to the table, Pauline said "stop teasing Marion, boys.  Drop the cards, we're going shopping."

Marion looked down at herself, still wearing the borrowed clothes from yesterday that she had slept in.  "Can I have my own clothes back, please?" she asked meekly.

Larry went running to the hall leading to the master bedroom and bath and opened a small closet off to the side, holding a washer, dryer and a hot water heater.  He opened the dryer, and stopped, looking surprised.  Opening the washer, he found her washed wet clothes in there.  "Sorry, I forgot to switch them." he said, throwing them in the dryer and starting it.

"It's ok, Larry." said Marion. Turning to Pauline she asked "Do I have to go?"

"Yes, Marion.  First stop, we get you some girls clothes to wear that fit.  Your father is paying."

Her eyes lit up.  "Can we go to 'La Belle Moufette' to get something pretty?  Please?"

"Sorry, your father told me Woolt-Mart."

"But Woolt-Mart isn't for skunks!  Please? 
'La Belle Moufette'?  Just one thing?"

"No.  Your father wrote that if this was a problem to call the Bleaters.  I'm sorry, not my decision, he said Woolt-Mart, not me."

"OK." said Marion, unconsciously sniffing her arm.

They walked outside, Pauline leading the way to a small old brown hatchback, rust eating away at the body.  Larry yelled out "Shotgun!" and hopped in the front passenger seat; door closing with a rusty squeak.

Marion headed for the right side, and Barry went for the left and jumped in reaching for the opposite door from the inside.  She went to open the door, surprised as paw found nothing to grab; the black plastic outside door handle was broken off.  Barry opened the door from the inside. She got in, closing it and looked around; the interior was as worn as the outside, the seat cushions worn, a little uncomfortable, with stitched up torn fabric, and a slight smell of wet carpet.

The car started on the first try, and they pulled out heading out of the trailer park.  Looking out the window, Marion hoped she didn't see anyone until she got a change of clothes; she looked too plain and didn't have pretty clothes on, somefur might pay attention to how SHE looked or smelled right now, instead of her clothes or perfume.

She felt a paw slide over to hers, and pulled back a little.  "Barry, someone might see you with me when I'm not pretty!" she whispered, eyes on Pauline in the front seat, fiddling with the radio.

"But you're always pretty."

"No I'm not.  I have borrowed boys clothes on that I slept in.  No makeup, no perfume, not even...you know…" pointing at her lap.

"Huh?"

In answer she glanced up, made sure Pauline wasn't able to see, and flashed a quick view of old boys "tighty whities" in place of proper panties by pulling the waistband of the sweatpants away from her tummy for a few seconds.

"Oh.  That don't matter.". He grabbed her paw and held it.  Knowing she felt self conscious, he leaned over and took a long sniff of her neck, giving them both butterflies in the stomach. "You're pretty no matter what. 'specially when you act like YOU and not the play-act with the perfume and fancy clothes."

In the front seat, Pauline said nothing, but her tail wagged a bit and she smiled, thinking of old memories.

They pulled up to the tri-county mall, and went past an upscale hair salon (fourrure de beauté) drove up to the Woolt-Mart, switching to the one open lane past the closed off lane; there were signs indicating "Mammals at work" and orange cones due to repairs.

They walked in, holding their breath as they went past the smelly porta-potty and Larry and Barry both looked towards the electronics area.  "Mama can we all look at video games?"

"You two run along.  I'm going with Marion so she can get some clothes.  We will be in the girls section."

"Do you know your sizes, Marion?"

"No.  At 'La Belle Moufette' they take your measurements and bring everything to you."

They took a turn and went to the hardware area, Pauline grabbing a metal tape measure, checking Marion's waist, hips, legs and chest.

Pauline took her to the underwear section, bought a couple packages, then started going through sleepwear.  Marion grabbed a nightgown, then they went through casual wear.

"Oh, how about this one!" said Pauline, holding up a floral pattern dress.  When that was rejected she kept enthusiasticly grabbing frilly things with flowers while Marion was less frantic.

Choosing some form fitting spandex pants, some stretch jeans seemed for a day or two.

"I love picking out clothes with you, Marion.  Can you keep a secret?"

"...sure…" she said, a little confused.

In a whisper she said "I used to wish I had a girl...I used to dress Larry in girls clothes when he was small. I would walk around with a 'matching set' and almost no one noticed."

The two almost fell over laughing together.

As they walked towards the dressing rooms, Marion noticed a couple t-shirts for the boys, and one for herself, grabbing them up.

She went to enter the changing room but stopped, noticing a foul smell.   Looking down she was surprised to see somefur had made a "deposit" on the floor instead of visiting the restrooms.

Marion only looked a little surprised.  "You don't see this too often here, but it happens.  Trash come in, give the store a bad name." she said, hitting a callbox button on the wall to summon an employee.

"I'm not changing till we get hom-...back to your house." said the horrified skunkette.

"Are you sure?" Asked Pauline, grinning, pointing over behind a couple racks.   There was a scruffy looking mother weasel there, dressed in a stained formerly red t-shirt; not just sweat-stains or a little dirt, or perhaps food, but a melange of layers of stains that showed this shirt had seen hard times.

Leaning over she had stripped a similar looking weasel, old enough to be in first grade, naked from the waist down in the middle of the store.   Mother redressed her daughter in panties, then started a loud cell phone conversation while holding the pants in her paw, leaving the daughter standing there, nearly nude, her right paw with a newfound itch to scratch inside her pink cotton unmentionables.

They walked away, Marion a little shocked.  

"Not as fancy as 'La Belle Moufette' is it?" Asked Pauline with a smile.

They made their way to electronics (just past toys) and found the twins playing the newer video game console.

"Mama, when can we get one of these?", asked Larry.
Looking at the price tag, Mama shook her head.  

"Sorry, Larry, at six-hundred dollars that's not happening today.  Barry, go get me a shopping car-"

"But if it's a birthday present it's only $300 for each."

"Maybe true, today isn't your birthday.  Go get a cart so I can grab some groceries before we leave.  You three can look at toys if you want, but I'm not buying today."

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Pauline and Larry went ahead to load the groceries in the car.  Marian made a quick stop at the perfume aisle, but it was obvious that what she needed was not there; just walking near made her itch a little and she popped a chewable antihistamine in.

They were walking out, paw in paw, when Barry heard someone call out and felt her paw he held fly open and jerk away and go back against her side.

 Marion grew as stiff as a board, and went from smiling, happy and confident to curling in on herself; like a terrified pup hearing thunder before diving under the covers to shake.

"Hey 'Stinky Mary' you ever learn how to use soap?" 

When Barry spun around he saw a ram and an ewe together; both very nicely dressed, the ram wearing an expensive basketball t-shirt and branded shorts, with sneakers worth more than Mama's car.  The ewe had on a silk top and skirt, gold bracelet dangling from her wrist, covered in multi-colored charms.  They were coming from the salon each freshly sheared and looking fancy.

 The ram had been calling out insults while the ewe made a show of laughing.  

"Nice clothes, stinky Mary.  Get them from Goodwill?  Or the garbage?" Sneered the ram.

The ewe giggled nastily, and started chanting:

'Mary Mary stinks like shit
Block your nose or take the hit
Mary Mary give us hope
Maybe someday you'll use soap'

"Please stop." whined Marion meekly.

"Why don't you go back to licking tailholes for pocket change and rut off, tramp!" yelled out Barry, advancing on the two troublemakers.

"What did you call my sister, trash?"

"I called her a tramp, like your mother, now rut off!"

The ram charged in; Barry tried to dodge, and throw some punches but the ram was able to easily block them; Barry found himself off balance, paws flailing. His opponent threw straight punches, screaming "Kiai!" at him; Barry was hit in the chest,  falling on his tail. Overmatched, the coyote was grabbed by the throat.

Marion charged in and tried to pull the ram off, but was stopped by the ewe who grabbed Marion's headfur and started pulling.

"Too bad, trash.  Maybe you and your reeking skunk should study kara-AHHH!" said the male as victory turned to agonizing defeat.

The ram let go as Barry jammed his paw into the shorts of his opponent, grabbed the testicles in paw and gave a powerful SQUEEZE. The ram hit the ground, screaming, and rolling in the dirt.

Barry stood, pulling the ewe away from Marion.  "Let me go you filthy skunk rutter trash!  Don't touch me with your smelly skunk reek paws!"

"Marion smells pretty, and YOU'RE the filth." Barry shoved her in the porta-potty and jammed the door shut.  A horrified scream was heard from inside...after he motioned to Marion, and both slammed into the well used porta potty at a run, which fell over with a sickening slosh; indescribable muck leaking from the door; a foul eye-watering, paint stripping stench that nothing would overpower saturating both wool and air.

As the two ran to the car Marion was smiling again.

A short drive later they arrived back at the trailer after a quick stop for fast-food chicken patties and fries; such treats were rare, at least for the coyotes.  The frozen food was brought in immediately, and they stopped to eat while the food was still hot.

Once lunch was done, Pauline said "OK boys, go bring those groceries in before they spoil."

"Why do we have to?" Complained Larry.

"We're too tired!" Whined Larry.

"I'll help!" said Marion, jumping up, but stopped by Pauline by a gentle arm touch.

"Let the boys do something for a change, sit please." 

Turning to the twins, "Pups, you gonna let girls do all the work your not strong enough to do?"

"We can do it!"

"We don't need help!"

In a flash both raced off to take in the rest of the groceries and the two were left alone.

"Marion, are you sweet on Barry?  Or Larry?"

The skunkette looked bashful, ears going back, tail frizzled and a huge grin on her muzzle.  "Larry is a nice, but...I like-like Barry."

Pauline smiled, tail wagging.  "So...will you be coming back over again to see us?"

"Can I do that?!" 

"Of course you can.  I love having you here.  Besides, Larry won't let me buy dresses for him anymore."

Once the groceries were all out away Mama pulled out another couple bags.  She handed one to Marion who left it stapled shut and set it aside for now.

The second bag had a white square box inside.  Larry grabbed it and pulled it out.  "Killer! It's a video game system!"

Inside was bag was a white label box showing PRE-OWNED and had the previous generation of game system.  While not as nice as the newer six-hundred dollar system, it was far nicer than no system at all.

"Now boys, there will NOT be any staying up until the sun rises playing games. If that happens I take it back.

 She handed another bag to Marion who ran in the bathroom.  The shower was heard, and a short while later while the boys were setting up the video game system, Marion walked in wearing a knee length black dress, with a white flower pattern and a green sash around her waist, matching the color of her green eyes.

Striding up between the twins and the TV, she twirled, getting looks from both, setting Barry's tail wagging; making Marion struggle to keep from hugging herself.

They ordered sub sandwiches for supper, using the credit they had at Pizza Station, which they all devoured.

Mr Stankey had called, spoken to Marion and was delighted to know there was no fighting, tears, or backbiting common with a stay over at the Bleaters; last month the stay over ended with all the girls sent home at 1am after a fight over  rumors ended with head-fur shaved off the center of an 8 year old's head, leaving a bald stripe.

Marion related a (very) edited version of the Woolt-Mart bullies, where Barry defended her again (minus the porta-potty ending.)

"So are you having a fun time?"

"Yes, daddy.  They don't even care if I wear the wrong clothes or skip perfume.   

Barry and Larry cheat at Uno, though!"

"How do they do that?"

"Magic twin powers.  I checked for hidden cards and they didn't have any."

After that the phone was handed off to Pauline who left the room, still talking to Daddy.

As before, Mama left around quarter-past ten, with everyone playing the new video game.  She told them not to stay up too late, and reminded of the rules before leaving for the night.

They kept playing videogames until Mama called from work to check in.  They let her know wouldn't stay on the videogames all night, like they promised.

The minute the phone was hung up they went into action as planned.  Larry ran to the kitchen and grabbed the food service gloves and the strawberry syrup.  Barry ran and grabbed Vaseline and a towel.  By the time the twins got to the bedroom Marion was waiting for them.

Looking a little shy she looked at them. "I want... to go…first.  I touched Barry, nobody touched me."

The boys started stripping, and Marion followed along.  Without the distraction of being sucked off, both stared at Marion and she looked back at them.

"Can we touch your cunny?" asked Barry.  She nodded.  "Gentle touches."

Kneeling down, both boys stared between Marion's legs.  She started to breathe heavier, tail twitching a little.  She was both nervous and excited at the same time.  Mom said only she could touch herself in private, or someone she really liked; she really liked Barry, he was always telling her she was pretty even without pretty clothes or makeup looking like a plain brown wrapper.  Larry was just as nice, but Barry was just a tiny bit like a lost puppy sometimes.  She tried to relax, waiting for Barry (and Larry) to run their paws across her fur, hoping they would tease and tickle her girlspot.

Barry reached up, running the fingers of his right paw from her knee, slowly moving up to the inside of her thigh, feeling her leg muscles tighten in a closing motion then go the opposite way, opening back up.  Her belly moved in and out just a little faster; a glance upwards showed her looking down at him, her glance a mix of trust, eagerness and nervousness, the mix changing moment to moment.  Smiling, Marion felt naughty, fighting the urge to touch herself as she let Barry touch her, allowing his fingers to get closer and closer; pulse quickening.  Just as he was about to run the tips of his paws onto her smooth hairless mound she reached down, stopping his paw, and brought it to her face.  "It feels better when you make it wet before tickling." She said, putting his index finger in her mouth, sucking on it, getting it wet with her saliva, then releasing it, guiding the finger back where it started; the warm wetness of her mouth now covering his finger.

Barry stared at the smooth hairless mound, a gently rounded split in the middle, shaped like the sweet peach, a hint of red inside the split showing.  Just barely visible at the top, a tiny nub, not quite covered.  Barry spread the folds open, Marion's legs twitching as another paw touched her, sensation through her, making her draw breath, feelings going into her as her own lips rubbed against her little clit, sensation growing as the cool air touched her intimate spot.

Larry put his finger to her inner lips and started to slide in, while Barry started to slide up to Marion's clit.  She stopped him. "Barry, I'm sensitive, please, rub around it first.  Larry, only a little way in."

The two twins diddled Marion, her hips starting to twitch.  "I'm laying down.  Keep doing it!" She lay down opening her legs.  Barry kept fingering her clit gently.

Marion felt her private spots being tickled and felt so good, she needed to lay down so she didn't fall down;  something was going to happen to her cunny, her breathing got heavier, she felt like she was…

"I have to pee bad!  It's...coming…"

The twins stopped, Marion thrust her hips…"the pee went away! Keep doing it!" She grabbed both boys paws and moved them both around herself, both being fingered and masturbating at the same time.

"Oh... it's coming…" Barry leaned over and copying a porno, licked Marion's nipple and started sucking on it.

"Barry...slow down... it's…coming. I'm Gonna PEE!"
Before he knew it paws slammed down and trapped his head at her chest and his paw on her clit, jerking like a landed fish. "Don't RUTTING STOP!!" Larry felt her cunny clamp down hard around his finger and twitch madly as she shuddered then called out for them to stop.

Barry licked the side of her muzzle while Larry scratched behind her ears as she relaxed, breathing going back to normal.

Both twins were hard, trying not to stroke themselves after the sights, smells and touches of Marion getting off.  

"Barry, me next, I need a suck!"

"Me too. And that 69 was hard to get right, the tongue should be the opposite side, not on top."

"I can help!  Pull the mattresses down, put them together.  Larry lay down there on your side..   Barry, get a pillow." In a few minutes they were laying on their sides, facing each other.  Barry's head lined up with Larry's cock, which he started to tease with his tongue, making his brother push towards him and moan. Barry started to give Larry a good suck, and was surprised to feel his own cock going into a sexy hot mouth, lips and tongue of a skunk working him over.  Larry called out "My tailhole! Put a glove on and finger my butt while you suck!" Barry did, and he could feel Larry get even harder.  To his own surprise, a finger covered by a clear plastic one-size-fits-all food service entered his own backside slowly, massaging his prostate.    As his orgasm neared,  Marion stopped, making him moan and thrust.

"Hold on, you two." said the sexy skunkgirl, grabbing the bottle of strawberry syrup, and making them both twitch a little as she applied it to their peckers, still cold from the refrigerator.

"Is it OK if I do Larry, too?" She asked.  He nodded and they swapped, Barry in Larry's mouth, and Larry getting head from Marion.

Soon both boys had hard dry orgasms, yipping almost at the same time, cocks going soft.

"Are you sure it's OK that I sucked Larry?" said Marion, looking a little worried.

"Of course it's OK. He's my other half." said Barry, giving her a full body hug, gently stroking her white striped tail.

They sat and cuddled in one pile for a while, until Larry started getting hard, followed by Barry.  

Larry oiled up his pecker, then slid a new glove over his pecker as a makeshift condom.  He oiled the outside of the glove. Coming closer to Barry he licked the size of his muzzle.   "Barry, I want to rut your tailhole; I wanna feel you tighten up on my pecker when the Special Pee almost comes."

Barry dropped on all fours and he felt Larry gently insert himself, stopping when Barry's ring contracted and tightened, easing into the well oiled tightness when it relaxed. 

Barry felt himself filled, and getting harder, he looked at Marion.  "Pretty Mary, can you come over?  I want to rut you."

Marion's ears went down, and she laughed nervously. She reflexively covered her pussy.  "I'm...not ready. It will hurt my cunny when you put it in.  It won't fit far enough in!"

"No, want to do your tailhole.". She nodded, and Barry oiled up a gloved finger, gently trying to insert very slowly.  When he went to insert, she was very tight.  Her pucker clamped down hard, trying to prevent his finger from entering.

Petting her fur, nuzzling her neck helped and he managed one finger inside.  She was very tight, and he barely managed 2 fingers.

"Barry, I need to slide in you...my balls are starting to hurt from not rutting."

Sliding a glove on his cock, Barry managed to get halfway inside Marion's tight tail hole.  "Ow!  Stop.  Please take it out, Barry. I don't like it." 

He rubbed her ears.  "I'm sorry, Marion.  We won't rut your tailhole again, ok?"

Larry started to rut away gently, getting faster and faster.  Barry reached down and started to beat off his own cock, but Marion got on her knees, slid the glove off his pecker, gave it a sniff, deciding he was clean, applied more strawberry syrup, and started to lick and suck the madly twitching cock as Larry pumped into his backside.

"Ohhhh….you just got so tight!" moaned out Larry.

"Marion, that tongue feels so good...please suck right behind the tip!". He was so excited, constantly twitching, even more than from just her mouth.

She got an idea, put on a glove, and reached behind barely able to reach, but inserted a finger into Larry's tailhole, feeling it twitch and tighten on her finger.

In a few minutes they reached a peak, and Marion cupped and rubbed Barry's ballsack, sending him over the edge, twitching madly in her mouth, as he let out a YIP; she could tell when his tailhole tightened because Larry moaned out a moment later "Your pucker...is...squeezing! YIP!"

All three relaxed, cuddling for a while, until Marion decided she was thirsty an suggested a drink.

They went to the living room, grabbing drinks and snacks (Mrs Anderson bought soda and peanut butter cookies.)

They played video games, naked, while the boys recovered from their dry orgasms. After a while paws not used to working the buttons, sticks and got stiff began to cramp, forcing them to set it aside.

Looking around, Barry suggested "Uno" with head shakes.  "Monopoly?  Chess? Stratego?"

"Poker?" tried Larry.

Thinking for a moment, Marion had a suggestion. "Truth or dare?"

They threw a pair of dice for the order. Larry was first (with a 9), Marion was 2nd (7), Barry was last (3).

Turning to Marion- "Truth or Dare?"

"Truth"

"What's the craziest thing you ever did?"

"Pushing over a porta-potty with a sheep inside.". She relayed the whole tale to Larry which had been forgotten between the video game and sexplay.

Marion turned to Larry.  "Truth or Dare?"

"Dare."

"I DARE you to wear my dress and walk around outside the trailer 3 times."

"Nope, can't do it; against Mama's rules to go out."

"OK, I dare you to...wear my dress and video call someone!"

A few minutes later, they made a video call to Gretchen Fowler was made.  In falsetto, wearing a wide brimmed hat and makeup, Larry used the old laptop.

"Hello?"

"Hi Gretchen!  It's Margaret.  Do you still have my panties from the last sleepover?"

"Who are you?"

"It's Margaret. I was at the sleepover 2 weeks ago at the Bleaters.  I had an accident and took off my panties. After the Ouija board and bet about Brad.  They were in your bag. Can you check?  They are pink, with a gross stain in the back…"

Marion fed details about the sleepover and soon had Gretchen displaying the panties from her drawers to the camera, looking for shit stained ones stuck in her bag before they hung up on her.

Larry took his turn.
"Truth or Dare?" He asked Marion.

"Truth."

Barry closed his eyes.  He took a breath, ready to speak.  He hesitated, stopped, released his breath.  He took a few deep breaths, then tried again.

"Are we...gonna be...anything on Monday?  You're the prettiest skunk in school.  Your daddy has lots of money. Me and Larry are 'trailer trash' who can't read good, and live here.

Your friends all are rich.  Your cell phone cost more than Mama's car.  You was afraid to walk in here the first day.

Are we all still friends on Monday?"

"Yep.  Friends and more.  Hold on." She ran over to a sealed bag and pulled out 3 shirts.
She handed one to Barry.  It was a black T-shirt with a cute skunk and a heart, displaying 'Sweet Skunk Love' on the top and 'my favorite packmate is a skunk.' below.

The second was a black tee stating 'my packmate is scent-sible' showing a skunkgirl in a hugpile with a group of coyotes wearing clothespins on noses.

The third t-shirt was pink.  It showed a skunk projecting hearts at a male  coyote while drawing on its neck with a red marker.  Below it stated "I MARKED my coyote."

"We can all wear those to school on Monday."

Barry looked at Marion and scooped her up in a hug, scent marking her neck again. Larry looked happy for his brother.

"OK, My turn again!" said Larry. Turning to Marion he asked "Truth or Dare"

"Dare."

"I dare you to ask Barry for…" and he snuck over and whispered something in her ear, low enough that Barry couldn't tell what it was.

Grabbing the strawberry syrup, she lay a towel down on the leather patched couch...but found laying back wasn't comfortable; the back got in the way of her shoulder and opening her legs wide, the other was she couldn't lay flat.   She got up, and motioned the boys to follow into the bedroom.

She lay a towel down on the matteess under her lower half, laying down, putting strawberry syrup on her cunny and nipples.

Swallowing nervously she said "Barry...I want...I want you to do a 'go down' on me!  Please?   And Larry lick my nipples." She said with a shy naughty smile.

Larry moved on the bed, near the pillows and facing sideways started to lick Marion's flat chest, his long tongue running across her nipples, making her paws open and close.

Marion felt the tongue sweeping her left nipple, then slowly licking to her right, and she turned just a little to have him make contact sooner, but he slowed down his licks.

Barry ignored the pink sweet syrup and started his licking across the fur on the inside of her left knee.  He dragged his long tongue across the fur in sweeping long slow strokes.  This close he could scent the tiniest trace of excitement off her pussy; there but nearly scentless, even when naked, spread and waiting to be touched.  He licked upwards, Marion spreading her legs as wide as they would go, then switched legs, moving to the other knee and going up very slowly.  A hair came off her fur, and he stopped licking to remove it from his tongue.  

Marion felt Larry start licking the strawberry off her nipples and she twisted to have him do the other but he slowed his movements, both frustrating and exciting her even more.  She felt her nipples, both of them, harden as the sensation made her gasp, the hot tongue licking, almost tickling her chest; sensation shooting through her whole body, leaving her wanting just a little more. 

Barry moved in position, his head below her tummy, which was rising and falling quicker and quicker.

"Oh gods, please lick my cunny!" she thought.  She could see him below her, and waited...then was surprised when she felt that long warm tongue licking the side of her knee.  He started to lick up, and she spread her legs as wide as she could, signaling him to lick her pussy.  He slowly moved halfway up the inside of her thigh, and moved to the other side, at the knee, working his way up again.   She held her breath for a moment wishing he would get all the way up, and he stopped and took his tongue off her!

Larry was licking back and forth on Marion's nipples when she moaned as Barry teased her, then stopped licking his way up her thigh to remove a stray hair from his tongue.  Larry moved up and licked the outer edge of her ear, which she seemed to like.  Barely touching seemed different than grooming and she pushed against him just a bit.  In his peripheral vision he could see her legs jerking just a bit as Barry started licking again, moving upwards.

Barry started to lick Marion's upper thigh again, her legs flying open wide, relaxing, and she slid down to make his muzzle touch her pussy, but he backed away, and lifted her back up.

Finally Marion felt his hot breath across her mound and she raised up her hips, and whispered loudly "please do a 'go down' Barry, please, please lick it!"

The long tongue swooped down licking the outer lips and Marion called out "Lick inside.  Please lick it good inside!"

Claws flexing, Marion could not sit still as she felt a tongue slip between her nether lips got the first time.  The warm wetness licked at her hole and slid up and near, but not touching her clitty; the spot only tickled with fingers called out for attention.
"Barry, please lick the top bump!"

Starting to lick, Barry could taste a faint musk, scenting just a hint of saltiness and kept up his Iicking.   Before he knew it Marion was twitching underneath him.

"I love go downs!  They feel so good!"

"Oh..it's...coming...please let it happen!  Please keep going! I love your tongue! BARRY THE SPECIAL PEE IS COMING!! I want to do it on your tongue!"

Almost coming off the bed, Marion pinned Barry's mouth against her mound with both paws, her cunny twitched hard, and she let out a loud *SQUEEK!* as a couple drops of urine came out; her tail went up and and she skunk-sprayed Barry's neck as she came, and fell back exhausted.

A stench of skunk hit in a wave as Marion passed out.  

Marion and Barry were together at the carnival, getting off the bumper cars.  She beat him  and he crashed into the wall, both laughing.  They walked out, paw in paw, and went over to the games.

There was a "bottle game" where you knock down bottles with a base ball.  He kept knocking them down, and told her to choose a prize.  The pointed to the coyote plush, and the grumpy game-fur handed it to her.  She hugged it, gave a sniff and it smelled like skunk spray.

Gretchen Fowler was there, and started pointing and laughing at her and Barry.  Gretchen and Barry started yelling and fighting, and Gretchen slapped him, and started chanting about the trailer park; Barry looked about to cry.

Marion was about to spray  Gretchen when she smelled her musk, even stronger.  Did she ruin her pants? Feeling wetness on her tail base and tail hole she woke up

The first thing she noticed was her stench in the air.  "Oh no!  The accidentally sprayed!  She ruined everything in the room and now Barry was going to hate her!" She thought as she curled up and started crying.

Barry came over and hugged her.  "Hey, don't cry, Pretty Skunk.  It's OK.  This will be gone in a few minutes."

"I ruined your bed and rug and fur!  I'm sorry.  Now your Mama won't let me...over...any... more!"

They both hugged her. "Marion, it's OK.  It's all clean now.   Cleaner than before.  Go sniff!" said Larry.

She sniffed...and smelled...lemons?  Opening her eyes she sniffed Barry's chest.  Lemons.  No reek.  Bending in an acrobatic twist never done in front of non skunks she brought her tail close and sniffed.  No spray!

"How did you clean it?  Musk Mask would make me itch and it isn't."

Barry pulled out a white spray bottle.  'Canid Skunk Away - for Spray problems, sensitive skin'.

"Mama bought this last year.  Larry got into a fight with a skunk who used to live in the park and got sprayed.  She reminded us to use this if you had an accident; mama said sometimes skunks pass spray like a fart on accident."

"I didn't think you knew.  The Bleaters always made me spray outside in the back yard until I was empty before I came inside…"

"Nope.  You have an accident, we just clean it.  we don't make anyfur drop their pants in the yard; you ain't a feral dog trying to poop on the rug."

They cuddled with her for a bit, petting her ears and tail.  

Giving her a strawberry flavored kiss, Barry asked "So, did you like it when I went down on you?"

"It was the best!  Thank you.  I'd suck you both, but I'm so tired…"

"We are too.  Let's go to sleep." said Larry, as they pulled the mattresses out to the living room, and got dressed for bed.

Pauline silently opened the door, and to no surprise she saw the pups in the same position, both mattresses in the living room, with Larry on one side, arms holding Marion; Marion holding Barry.

Sneaking by, she noticed all three had traces of strawberry syrup on their muzzles.  Shaking her head, she decided to let them know not to waste it; it's a topping, not a snack.  Stanley should get a kick out of hearing about it; Marion was acting like a pup and definitely not "putting on airs" here...she really hoped her father would agree that was a good thing and let her come over again.

She wandered off to bed, falling asleep almost immediately, falling into an odd dream about helping skunks braid headfur.

Larry was awake first, easing away from Marion, and after a quick visit to the bathroom the drain his bladder and remove the "morning wood" (needing to bend over to not overshoot the bowl) he opened the fridge, finding a frozen pancake with sausage and potato breakfast which he heated up.

His first bite tasted odd...strawberry sausage? He smelled strawberry, but didn't see any.  He took a bite of eggs. Strawberry eggs too? Reaching up to stretch his chin he noticed he was sticky on his muzzle and ran to the bathroom to stare in the mirror.  He still had the syrup on him from last night!  Did Mama see it?

He quickly dove into the shower, giving himself a good scrub to clean himself off, before drying off.  His pecker, tailhole and all his parts were clean and dry.

He shook Barry awake. As his twin was drifting in between sleep and wakefulness he mumbled "...pretty skunk...danced with my...roast beef sandwich…"

"Barry, wake the rut up!" he whispered fiercely.

"Huh?  Wha.."

"Barry, wake up!  We forgot to wash up the syrup!  Get clean before Mama wakes up!" he whispered.
Pulling the blankets off Marion, he noticed her nightgown was above her tummy, paws between her legs with a finger still inside.  Looking around, he could see Mama was in her room still.  Larry gently slid her paw away from it's wet warm nest of pleasure, and unable to resist he gave her finger a sniff and lick before pulling the nightgown down to her knees and shaking her gently.

Her eyes opened, nose twitched, "Why did you wake me...Larry?"

He whispered "We're all covered in strawberry syrup and need to clean up before Mama sees!"
She jumped up and ran to the bathroom, followed by Barry who ran in with her, the door closed and locked, and the shower started running.

Larry looked around, not seeing anything else in the living room, and headed to the bedroom.  He found the open jar of Vaseline on the floor, and ran it to Mama's bathroom on tip-toes, sneaking in and out.  

Hauling the mattresses back to the bedroom, he found he had missed the plastic food service gloves they used to cover peckers and fingers when going into tailholes, and threw them in the trash.

The "scene of the crime" cleaned up, they all went in and grabbed breakfast.

Around three o'clock there was a knock on the door, Larry dropped his controller, and raced to open the door and found a middle aged skunk dressed in a black business suit standing there.

"Hi, I'm Stanley, Marion's dad." He held out his paw to shake.

Hesitantly Barry shook the paw.  "C'mon in.  I'm Barry."

Throwing her controller down, Marion raced over and jumped on her father, knocking him back a step.  "Daddy! I missed you!". He picked her up in a hug before setting her back down.

Hearing the door, Pauline came out of her bedroom and approached.  "Hi, Stanley, I'm Pauline.  It's nice to finally meet you.  Come on in, have a seat."

Stanley stepped in, past the forgotten fan still blowing air across a dry green carpet, a hint of mustiness still coming off it, and looked around, taking in the state of the trailer, before sitting on the couch.  

Taking note of his glance, Pauline addressed things head on.  "Sorry for the state of the carpet; the door leaked in and I'm trying to get it fixed."

"It's fine, Pauline.  I can easily see that while things are a little worn, everything is clean and taken care of as best you can." He peered at the rug.  "Are you in love with the color green?"

"With the golf course?  Gods, no."

"Might be able to help then.". He pulled out his cellphone and looked up a picture and showed Pauline a carpet tile in dark blue.   "Do you like the look of those?"

"They look quite nice.  Why?"

"We have extras.  Yours for free. Let me call the maintenance manager at work tomorrow and see about getting them for you; the company did one room, then changed color schemes, so the rest would go to the landfills if not used."

"I'll be happy to take them."

The cubs went back to video games and the adults sat and talked.   "So, how was she during the weekend?"

"Great!  I loved having her around.  Well behaved, polite...and I got to go clothes shopping for pretty things.  I just can't get the boys into dresses anymore."

He laughed at the image.  "I can imagine.  So, no fighting, crying or anything?"

"Nope.  She did push back about going to a fancy expensive skunk specialty clothing shop, but Woolt-Mart worked in the end.

She did have a minor 'spray accident' from tickling but it's all clean.  Just needed a little 'canid skunk away for sensitive skin' put on her fur and the rug."

Overhearing, Marian piped up. "Daddy, they didn't even make me spray in the backyard like the Bleaters before coming in!"

"What?!  The Bleaters made you drop your pants and spray outside when you went over there?"

"...yes…They said the furniture and carpets were new."

"I'll have some words for the Bleaters…"

"I can't believe someone would do that to a cub! She a pretty little Skunk, not a wormy feral dog with diahrhea!" said Mama.

"Marion, you are not going over there again.  We can have your friends at our house for sleepovers but you cannot go over there any longer."

"That's OK Daddy.  I had more fun here."

"I would love if you would let her come back over sometime." said Pauline.  "It was great to have a little girl around."

Leaning over, Pauline whispered to Stanley about them snacking on strawberry syrup and finding their faces covered in it in the morning.

She pulled out the sleeping Polaroid, and showed it off, and the two grinned at the cute image of the 3 cubs cuddled together, sleeping in the living room.

"I think we would all like that if she spent time here in the future."

Seeing the clock, Mama started to look in the fridge for dinner, as she wasn't working tonight, but Stanley stopped her.

"Let's all go out to dinner together, my treat." They spent the evening at a steakhouse, stuffed to the gills with excellent food, until going their own seperate ways for the night.

On Monday morning Barry and Larry walked into the school yard and headed over to see Marion, who was, as usual surrounded by girls.  The boys were wearing their new shirts, walking over.

"What do you two idiots want?" demanded Gretchen.  They ignored her.   Marion walked over, wearing her own shirt, and gave Barry a kiss on the muzzle.    With a whisper she said "Larry, your looking prettier today."

"Nope, ain't falling for that again, Marion."

"Getting smarter, goof?"

"Must be the smart pretty skunk I'm near."

"Gross!  Mary it's bad enough you don't have your perfume today, but why kiss the trailer trash?"

"Who you calling trailer trash, hussy?" said Larry.

She replied with a slap, which made them both back off.  Hitting a girl was cowardly.  Not defending your mother was cowardly.  No way to win.

"Your pathetic, Stinky Mary.  I heard about you in Woolt-Mart with this fatherless trash…"

Both twins looked upset, and Gretchen went on the attack:

"Trailer trash, trailer trash
Your Moma drops her pants for cash…"

Barry looked ready to cry. Marion couldn't have anything to do with them now.

"Dick and Jane, you can't read
You belong in Special Needs…"

Larry flipped off Gretchen, but she continued.
It looked like other Cubs were about to take up the chant too.

"Don't be sad, don't you cry,
We all wish that you would d-"

"Hey, slut!  Don't you talk about my cubfriend and his brother!" yelled Marion.

"Shut your rutting mouth, Stinky Mary. Your dead mother would be ashamed of you kissing trailer trash like-"

"I'm not stinky.  You are, rutting tramp!" said Marion, dropping her pants in the schoolyard in front of everyone, including the teachers and boys.

The last thing 'Retchin Gretchen' saw made her wonder.  Why was Marion mooning her, tail up, while doing a handstand ? All of a sudden Gretchen's eyes slammed shut from burning pain, and she puked on herself from the smell, rolling on the dirty ground, skirt up, peeing her panties and screaming.

Marion received a 1 day suspension for a "skunk-spray attack" on school grounds.  Her father punished her severely by taking her out for ice cream; a reward for loyalty and courage in defending friends from bullies.
 
Plans were made for the three to sleep over again, and the lunch bet was paid.