Network Penetration Testing

A story in the Cyberpunk genre.
(Chapter 1)

By 

Sumdumguy

     Jimbo was passing the library public-use terminals when the paw reached out for him.  He sidestepped, nearly putting a footpaw in a steaming pile of dung left on the moldy grayish black carpet.

     The reek of rotting cloth, old piss and unwashed fur wafted from the degenerate sitting at the terminal, cortex interface on his head.  The white furred canid had his pants unzipped, a raging red rocket sticking up, as the homeless looking coyote humped the air. 

     "Come suck it, little pup! I'll tickle your cunny if you do!" moaned the perv, eyes staring off into space, sensation being fed directly to his brain 

     Looking at the miniature feed monitor, Jimbo could see the perv was jacked into a cub-porn sim.  A lifelike wolf pup, having lifted her schoolgirl dress, spread her legs and started to finger herself. 

     The coyote reached out again. "Come on! Help me cum!" he said, reaching out blindly for the presence he felt near him, before pushing his bare cock against the edge of the desk and starting to hump.

     "You can only touch her!  The sim doesn't let her touch you for free!"

     'Come touch me like my daddy does!' laughed the figure on the screen, tinny speakers distorting the sound.

     A virtual coyote paw appeared in the feed, pushing the wolf pup's paw away and started to rub between her legs, hitting the clit, making the little wolf girl giggle.

"My cunny tickles so good!" 

     "Come on, I need you to SUCK -AHHHHHH!" moaned the old yote as his balls drained on the desk, chair and his pants, soaking into his fur.

     "Rutting perv." said Jimbo, glaring with disgust at the coyote starting to fall asleep at the terminal, pecker sticking out.
Jimbo knew adults liked to rut, but doing a sim in public had no style.

     Jimbo went around him, past the stacks of audio books, and rusting shelves of moldy "dead tree" printed novels.  The stench in the air changed, as he stepped over empty bottles of cheap soybeer and rotting fast food left on the dirty grey floor tiles visible under the rotting carpet that lay on top.

     Jimbo started to head towards a small set of steps leading down into a side room and stopped dead in his tracks.  Where three steps usually led to an open sliding glass door, today the 'cubs reading room' was closed.  A plastic 'wet floor' sign sat in front of the door, and it was visibly locked tight.  A piece of paper, a page torn from a novel hung on the door, the words 'storytyme moved' scrawled across it in black marker.  He immediately spun around, heading for the checkout counter.

     The counter was manned by a skinny middle aged armadillo, her clothes too big, pants held up a rope tied to belt loops passing over the shoulder.  Angry, infected track marks were visible up and down her arms.

     "What the rut you want, you little cross-eyed asslicker?"

    Jimbo stood a little taller, trying to look more imposing than a nine-year-old possum.  "Where did they move 'storytime' to?  Looking for my lil sister."

     "Why should I rutting tell YOU?"

     Reaching into his coat pocket, Jimbo flashed a small baggie with brown powder in it so she could see it.  

     Eyes lighting up with need and greed, the armadillo licked her lips and smiled like a megacorp manager's cub on Winterfest Morning.

     "Hey baby, I was kidding you...just a joke.  Gimme that bag and I'll tell you.  I'll suck your cock! Right here. C'mon I need it bad!"

     "You want this baggie?  Tell me where 'storytime' is." said Jimbo, trying to sound like one of the tri-d action stars.  Surprisingly, his voice didn't crack.

     She was already reaching to snatch the baggie away from his paw, and the possum quickly pulled it back.  "Nope!  Talk first."

     "Downstairs! In the media room.  Come on! I need it.  Please!" said the clerk, paws shaking.

     Jimbo tossed the baggie, and she grabbed it, tearing it open publicly on the desk.  He started to walk away, scratching his itchy groin, when someone grabbed him by the shoulder .  Jimbo's paw went to his jacket pocket, reaching for his knife as he turned, and stopped, recognising who it was.

     An older raccoon cub, almost a teen, wearing the blue and black of the 'Electric Trash Panda' pee-wee gang was there.  He was touching Jimbo with a homemade shock-glove the E.T.P were known for using.

     "Hey, Jimbo, I know you're a homie, but you ain't dealing in our territory, are you?"

     "Hey Hot Sauce.  No, not dealing." Lowering his voice to a whisper, Jimbo moved closer and said "That's not meth.  Watch the junkie slot!"

     Both cubs turned and watched Junkie Janet snort the entire baggie through a hollow plastic pen, visibly swallowing when it ran down her throat.  Pinching her nose to keep from sneezing the powder out, the clerk turned to Jimbo.

     "Your shit's weak, you asslicker!" she said, just before taking a sip from a bottle of cola.  Moments later her eyes bulged out, she let out a long and loud burp that changed to  projectile vomiting a white foam and soda mixture from mouth and nostrils.  Heads turned, all around the decrepit library as she puked, ripped a nasty wet fart, collapsing in the puddle of her own mess.

     "What the rut was that shit?!" asked Hot Sauce.

     "Alka-seltzer and brown sugar. I carry it so if I get jacked, I drop it and run.  They think they are getting a dimebag and don't chase."

----

     Jimbo walked past the front desk, ignoring a couple patrons that ran to the cash register behind the desk.  Two teen weasels wearing red bandanas started to pull on the cash drawer. An elderly rabbit puffing on a blunt raced over on her red rattle can sprayed mobility scooter.   She pulled from her purse  a single shot "pirate pistol", like from the old Tri-D movies.
Biting down on her cigar, Granny Cigar cocked the hammer back, held the gun in two paws, and screamed at the weasels to "Get the rut back".

     As Jimbo walked through the door to the stairwell leading downstairs he jumped slightly as a shot went off.  The door was closing as the three began squabbling over who was keeping whatever credsticks were in the box.

---
     Halfway down the stairs Jimbo passed an unkept pair of skunks; a pregnant mother in too-small stretchpants and a little skunkgirl in grimy overalls with a soaked crotch.

  They were sitting on the stairs next to each other on the right side, forcing Jimbo to go around.

     "...Mama...do you know where we can sleep tonight?" the 6 year old whispered nervously.

     "...maybe we can have a 'camp out' in the park again?" said the mother after a long pause.

     "...Mama! Can we PLEASE be inside ? I don't like sleeping on the ground."

      The mother looked about ready to burst into tears.  She swallowed hard and took a breath.

     Jimbo leaned over, ignoring the stink of urine as he turned to the mom and said quietly, "There is an office with a couch in the basement.  Junkie Janet never checks before she closes the library."

Surprised, the mother skunk just stared.

     "Mama can we please go there tonight? Please?" Begged the skunkgirl.

     The mother lost the shocked expression, and mouthed 'thank you' to Jimbo as he moved down the stairs.

---------
     Jimbo opened the door at the bottom of the stairs and was surprised to see a middle aged male white rabbit lying on the floor at the feet of a badger.  The bunny had blood pouring from its nose, staining the entire face.  

…"What the rut did you hit me for?"

     "I told you before, Comrade.  Storytime is for cubs and parents only!" said the badger in an Russian accent, looking at the screen on a Tri-D still cam.

     "I just wanted to check it out for my niece!  HEY that's MY camera! Give it back!!" said the bunny.

     The badger must have found a picture he didn't like.  Taking the camera by the strap he swung it, slicing through the air before connecting with the bunny's head.  The lens flew off, plastic shattered and pieces went flying around the room.

     "I'll teach you to take upskirt pictures at StoryTime.  WE run storytime, сука!"

     The middle aged bunny was crying in pain as two other badgers picked him up and started towards the back exit.

     "Throw horny bunny in trash can.  He comes back, will cut off footpaws for good luck charm." The badger said casually.

     The badger noticed Jimbo and gave a friendly grin.  "No worries, cub. We get rid of bad fur for you. He not come back again.  You want to do storytime today?"

     Jimbo didn't hesitate. "Select! That's why I'm down here." He had only wanted to pick up Emily and leave, but since he saw the badger taking care of biz, leaving too soon might be dangerous.  Snitches didn't get stitches. They got disassembled and sold off.  Worst case, they bio-box your head and keep you alive in a jar.

Jimbo’d heard about 'head-chop Harry'.

     The story said that Harry was a 4th grader who turned snitch.  Harry was a cub with a dad working at a mega corp.  He saw biz going down, got warned and widebanded it.  He thought his dad ruled the world.  He got nabbed, sold off, and now 'Dirty Mary' used his bio-box head to suck off pervs in her joyhouse. Harry's parents stopped looking after his paws and heart were found in a cooler.  Trapped forever, swallowing seed from short-eye pervs...no way.  Better to watch a movie.

     Jimbo scratched himself again, walked in and could see a large monitor connected as a feed monitor.  A large Sony Yuma VR was rigged up, fiber connections draped over each other like a dozen drunk rutting octopus.  The datafeed looked like it was maintained by a group of toddlers throwing optic lines like toys.

     The blue carpet here was a little worn, but looked clean, smelling fresh. As he approached the group of cubs reclining on white plastic lounge recliners, a Hanyo robot vacuum ran across the floor, keeping the rug spotless.  The fresh scent of overpowering flowers hit Jimbo's nose, and he noted a can of air freshener nearby.  The cubs were a mix of ages, as young as four years and old as eleven.  The group was mostly girls with some boys mixed in.  Each cub was covered by a light blanket, and had a small table next to them.  The plastic tables each had a drink and a paper plate with remnants of sandwiches and cookie crumbs. Good. 

     A badger lady called out to the group in a friendly voice,  "Cubs, time for  last story.  Everyfur say when ready, Da?"

     A small voice called out. "Jenny peed herself!" said a weasel boy pointing at a weasel girl next to him.

     "Nuh-uh! Marcus peed HIMSELF cause he was touching his peck-" Jenny yelled back.

     "NYET! NO!  What are the Rules about Private Things at StoryTime, cubs?" asked the badger lady.

     In unison, the whole group started to say "...No talking 'bout private stuff in StoryTime, no talking 'bout private stuff after StoryTime…"

     The badger went over to Jenny and lifted his blanket, and Jimbo was surprised to see the cub was in her panties, a dingy faded blue with a pee stain in front and elastic so worn a large gap showed her slit.

     "I'm sorry Miss Sokkova…" said Jenny. "I couldn't hold it."

     With a disarming smile the badger said "is okay.  We change panties early. Da?"

     Jenny smiled.  "Select!" said the girl who looked around five or six years old.

     Jimbo was surprised even more when Miss Sokkova reached down and took the underwear off Jenny, sliding them off her nether regions, down the legs, leaving her lower regions exposed.

     "Go to toilet and finish, Da?  I clean you up after."

     Jenny raced off to a door to the left side with a toilet pictogram on it and ran in.    Miss Sokkova turned to the boy and lifted his blanket, showing he had a pair of elderly tighty-whities with a yellow stain, and sagging leg elastic displaying his sack.  

     "I'm sorry Miss Sokkova.  Please don't paddle me! I'll go potty next time."

     "Is OK.  You go to toilet and pee when your sister comes out.  We clean and change you."

     "...do I have to lick up the piss ?  Mama's boyfriend makes me if I wet."

     "NYET!  Cancel! We are NICE at StoryTime.  What is boyfriend's name ?"

     "Jason.  Don't tell him! He smacks my pecker with a paddle and locks me in the closet!"

     Miss Sokkova rubbed the weasel's ears until he relaxed.  "You not worry.  I think Mr Jason will go away soon for work.   Mr Kuzma will see him, Da ?"

"You promise?"

     "Da!  We make a little secret, OK ?  You DON'T tell Mr Jason, Da?"

"Select!  I promise."

     A teen badger in jogging pants mopped under the two chairs, and Jimbo noticed a rubber liner was protecting the rug under the chairs.  The girl came out of the bathroom, and laid back on the freshly sanitized lounge chair.  Miss Sokkova pulled a wet wipe and cleaned off Jenny's crotch, making her giggle, then put a fresh pair of brand new pink panties on her.

     The badger turned to Jimbo, looking over the young possum. "You here for StoryTime?  Do you know anyone else here?".

     Jimbo looked and the scary looking Russian who beat the bunny was still there. "Yes.  I'm here for stories.  Emily" he gestured to the other possum "is my lil sister."

    "Oh good!  Is good for family to be together.  You take off pants and sit next to her, I get blanket.  You want sandwich and drink ?"

"Why does everyfur have pants off?"

     "Oh...in case of accident. No worry.  No one peeking and pants stay dry. Is rules." she said offering a plate with a sandwich and cookies.  

     Jimbo glanced at the badgers and took off his pants.  He felt heat rising as his own scent started to fill the area around him.  His underwear stank;they hadn't been properly washed with detergent in weeks. Rinsing with hot water didn't work too well, and there were stains.

     "Gross.  Your undies smell like dirty butt!" said a wolf pup sitting near by.

     Miss Sokkova reached down, and pulled Jimbo's undies down, he reflexively whipped his paws down to cover up.  She pulled them down to his ankles and off his footpaws.  Within a moment, she wiped him down, his skin feeling immediate relief as she rubbed a gel onto his thighs, and around his frank and beans.   The itching and irritation was immediately cooled. She pulled out a brand new pair and slid them up, making him gasp as the elastic band slid over his cock and balls.  Looking down, surprised and pleased, he grinned. He hadn't had brand new undies in a long time; not since before- he stopped himself. His grin fell away.  He didn't want to think about it anymore.  Jimbo sat down in a chair and munched on his sandwich.  He was happy to find it was krill paste with veggies.  He hadn't had fish in a long time, since they usually ate noodles or from a soup kitchen.  He quickly ate the sandwich and chocolate chip cookies before slurping down the fruit punch in the juicebox.

     Hunger satisfied, Jimbo stopped and looked at Miss Sokkova, a sudden worry creeping onto his face.  "...do...do I have to pay for the food?"

     "Nyet.  Cancel.  No worries." Leaning in close she whispered, "We keep your dirty underwear.  That pay for everything."

"Huh?"

"You ever see pervs rut with sim-stim?"

     "Select.  One was rubbing against a terminal, watching a cub-sim today and blew nuts all over the desk."

     "Pervs can rut ANYTHING in sim. Cannot touch living furs. They horny for real cubs.  We sell dirty underwear to them.  They pay lots to smell them."

"Gross!"

      "No worry.  You watch movie.  You eat food.  Get clean underwear every three days for free, Da?"

"Select."

     "You keep secret. Go mute about deal with anyone, Da?  Not even parents or friends."

     When she mentioned parents, Jimbo's ears went down for a moment and he stiffened up.  He forced a grin, thinking 'be smooth like Tak-Lo' imitating a Tri-D con-mammal who always won the deal.

     "Select.  I know to stay crypted with biz" said the possum, tail still sticking straight up, betraying his tension.

     "Da. Relax on chair, watch movie now, query?"

He nodded. "Select." 

     He placed the VR interface on his head, neither he nor Emily had a datajack yet.  The school offered to install one for free, but Jimbo refused.

     A chipmunk working the VR unit approached Miss Sokkova and whispered to her, pointing to the cables.   Jimbo saw her nod approval, and the male chipmunk approached him.  

"Hey, mladshiy brat, I fix your chair, Da?"

     Jimbo stared for a moment. The tone seemed friendly.  What was a 'mladshiy brat'? He didn't want to look like a punk and let anyone talk shit.  Was he being mudchecked?

     "Hey Ome, what does 'mladshiy brat' mean?"

     "Sorry...means 'little brother' in Ukrainian.  I need to adjust chair and cables, query?"

"Select.  It's shiny."

     Jimbo found his plastic lounge chair being slid closer to Emily's and the removable armrest taken off on that side.  The two chairs were connected by strong Velcro wraps.  His interface was tightened and a second cable was run to the back next to the usual feed.

     Jimbo was about to ask about the extra fiberline when he felt the lounge chair shake a little bit.   He looked down, and Emily had her legs open under the blanket and he was embarrassed to see her paw rubbing at her private spot.

     "Emily, stop playing with yourself where otherfurs can see you!" he whispered.

     "Jimbo, my panties make me itchy and they smell bad. It's getting sore here." she said, pointing to the spot where the elastic sat.  "It's starting to hurt when I scratch."

     The little possum looked at her older brother, blue eyes starting to go from happy to sad.  "Jimbo, please, can you help fix it ? Mama's not here to help-"

     Loudly Miss Sokkova called out "Cubs, we starting now.  You wait on start screen for beginning, Da? I play movie in a minute."

     The rest of the cubs immediately relaxed, eyes going blank. Jimbo could tell they were seeing the video feed.  The monitor showed a promotion track running on the screen.

     Jimbo felt a paw on his shoulder and turned to find Miss Sokkova there.  
"Jimbo, here.  Help your sister. Be good big brother.  Take dirty panty off her, and rub this on spots where panty touch. This will make itchy hurt spots get better." 
She was holding out a new pair of blue panties and some clear gel.

     "Cancel! I'm not supposed to do that to my sister!"

     "Jimbo, please make the itchy stop.  I don't care if you look or touch." said Emily, throwing the blanket off.  

     Miss Sokkova spoke up. "Jimbo, don't you want to be good brother ?  I make YOU feel better when I put cream on you. We go to back of room; no one can see or hear you helping.  Undress your little sister and rub gel on her privates to make her feel better. Is OK."

     Seeing the young marsupial hesitate, she the badger added "Is for medicine, to help.  I help you, Da?"

Jimbo process-locked and stared.

     Turning to Emily, Miss Sokkova smiled and asked "Emily, is OK for Jimbo to touch your privates to make you feel better? And put medicine on?"

     "Select! It's OK." Turning to her older brother, she lowered her voice to a whisper.  "Mama can't help now, so you need to, Jimbo."

     Reaching down, Jimbo hooked his fingertips on the waistband of his sister's panties and started to slide them down.  Emily raised her butt up off the chair and the panties came off.  Jimbo could see little yellow pee stain discolorations and butt stains near the tail hole.  Catching a whiff, Jimbo was embarrassed.

     "Sorry, Emily.  I didn't have a way to wash them right…"

     "It's OK Jimbo." Said Emily, gingerly scratching at the spot where the elastics were placed on her inner thighs.

     "Jimbo, you should check for infection, make sure sister not having sick privates."

"How? I'm not a doc!" protested Jimbo.

     "Easy. I tell you what to do.  I not family so cannot do myself, but can help you." Turning to Emily, Miss Sokkova asked "can you spread open privates wide?  So Jimbo can look?"

     "Select." said Emily.  She gave an expression with an even mix of embarrassment and mild naughtiness in a nervous grin.  She spread her lips open, holding them that way.  "It's shiny, Jimbo. You need to look; I know you won't hurt me."

     Licking his lips nervously, Jimbo looked to Miss Sokkova for a hint on what to do.  With a smile she said "lean forward and sniff her cunny. Get very close.  See if smelling very bad."

     Jimbo leaned forward, nervously looking at Emily.  She nodded that it was OK.  As he got closer, Emily laughed, throwing her head back and letting her pussy lips close.  "That tickles good when you breathe on it!"

     Opening herself up again, Emily waited, moving her hips to keep his hot breath running across her vagina.  After sniffing, Jimbo pulled back.

     "She doesn't smell bad, just a little like piss."

     "Is good. Now take gel and rub on her, gently."

     Jimbo nervously took the gel and started rubbing it on his sister's groin, paying special attention to where the elastic would rub.  After tha, Emily visibly relaxed as the gel soaked into her fur onto the skin.  The itching and irritation stopped.  

"That feels better, Jimbo."

     Quickly stopping, Jimbo went to back away from Emily, when Miss Sokkova said "Rub rest of gel inside vagina.  Inside sister's private spot.  Good medicine, she will like!"

"Are you sure I have to ?" he asked.

     "Go ahead, Jimbo.  It feels good when you rub medicine on."

     He started to rub across Emily's lips and she gasped, making him pull away quickly.

"No Jimbo, do it more. It feels really good!"

     Jimbo saw Miss Sokkova glance at the chipmunk at the back of the room, pointing to her head.  A moment later, she was smiling from ear to ear.

     Jimbo hesitantly worked the gel onto (and into) Emily's nether regions while she gasped in pleasure, before looking at the adults, embarrassed.  She closed her legs and Jimbo pulled away.

     "Jimbo, I give you more gel for later.  You promise to see me after movie ends,Da?  I have something you can borrow.  To help teach you for sister and watch tri-d movies.  You only need promise to use, Da?"

     Jimbo cautiously smiled.  Miss Sokkova seemed nice.  Was she a friend or trying for an angle ?

     Lowering her voice to a whisper, Miss Sokkova said "You just need to give signing that we let you borrow. We get credit for helping cubs."  Raising her voice to carnival barker levels she continued "With world best VR Player, Sony Yuma!"

     Jimbo gave a thumbs up.  He saw her angle now.  She got paid for helping a little, Sony got viral blessings. Made it look like they cared.  

     Laying down on the lounge chair, Jimbo relaxed as he saw the chipmunk activating his own and Emily's VR units.  Miss Sokkova covered him with the blanket.  He felt the washing instruction tag rubbing against his neck. Emily reached her paw over and he felt her touch his chest fur.  She leaned over and whispered "Thanks, Jimbo. You fixed the itchy hurts.  I'll rub the cream on your private spots when we get home. It feels great!"  Just as he went full-dive into the video, he felt her paw slide into under his waistband and gently touch his cock, shocking him, and his cock stiffened even if he didn't need to pee.

##############

     Jimbo found himself standing in a field of green grass.  The sun was out, between mid-morning and early afternoon.  It seemed like a nice warm spring day, with blue skies and a couple puffy white clouds.

     Standing next to him was his sister, Emily, wearing an ankle length green dress and black shiny shoes.  The rest of the "storytime" group was sitting nearby on the soft green grass.

     Approaching, Jimbo leaned over and whispered "Emily, why did you touch my pecker ?"

"Didn't it feel good?"

"Uhhh…"

     "It did! I can tell." She grinned at him, giving a naughty smile.  

     Before he could say anything more, a bunny girl hopped into the scene, carrying a huge basket. "Hi there.  I'm headed off to the woods to bring Grandma a basket of food." she called out.  She held up the basket, and Jimbo wasn't really surprised to see a Sony logo on it.

     One of the younger cubs ran up. A little wolf pup, a girl about 4 years old shouted. "No! Big bad wolf gonna get you!"

     A slightly older sheep came over "A feral wolf is in the woods. Get a adult!"

     Red turned to the group. "I was told to bring food to Granny who is sick; I have to go, but I'll be careful."

     She started to skip off down the path, the cubs following right behind.  A sheep started to skip in time with Red, and flipped open the basket.  Inside there was a huge loaf of bread, a container of soup, and some muffins.  Piles of alfalfa grass hid a bottle of apple cider. Something was underneath, but Red closed the top.

     "It's rude to open things that don't belong to you."

     Emily hugged Jimbo tightly.  He noticed she was breathing heavily.  "What's wrong?"

     "Uh...uh...nuh...nothing.  Please please give me a piggyback!" she said, hopping on his back.  They continued down the path, the little possum's thighs twitching more and more as they went.

     A large wolf appeared wearing a long black shirt and feathered cap, peeking around a tree.  "Hey, Little Red, where are you going with that basket ?"

     "Don't talk to the wolf! Stay on the path!" Yelled out a cub.

     Emily moaned in Jimbo's ear.  "Ohhh...that feels so good!  It's like a hot licky tongue!! It feels so GOOD!"

     "What are you doing? What are you talking about, Emily ?" demanded Jimbo.  She was acting totally weird.

     "I'm bringing a basket of food to Grandma.  She isn't feeling well because she didn't take her NuHealth vitamin supplements, sold everywhere near you."

     "Maybe you should go off the path and pick some nice flowers for grandmother," suggested  the wolf.

"But mother told me to stay on the path."

     "It's only a little way off the path. It's very close,just over there past the two big trees."

     Little Red reconsidered. "Grandma might really like some flowers.  That's a good idea, Mr Wolf.  I can find the path again with my Sony-Thomas GPS unit if I get lost."

     "No,the wolf is gonna eat granny!" yelled a cub.

     "No, he locks her in the closet!" argued another cub.

     Red went off the path and headed towards a field of flowers.  A cub approached the wolf, and picked up a rock, throwing it at him. "Stay away from Little Red and Granny!" he shouted.

     The wolf's shirt seemed to stiffen as the rock made contact with the cloth, making it bounce off harmlessly.  The wolf turned to the attacking cub. "That's not nice.  Stop hitting and enjoy the story.  I am quite protected by Dew-Pyon Ablative Cloth armored clothing, available at your local retailer."

     The group followed along with Little Red, and either watched or helped pick flowers.

     Emily started to squirm more and more on his back.  "What's wrong? Do you need to pee ? Stop jumping around!" said Jimbo.

     In a fierce whisper Emily replied "No...not pee...this feels so good.  It tickles so good...it’s gonna happen!  It's Happening now! I'm HAVING A SPECIAL PEE FEELING!!   Please let it happen, Jimbo! I'll do it for you at home!! Ohhhhhh!" she moaned and shuddered, licking his ear and collapsing on his back.

     "Emily, Are you OK?! Do we need to jump out of the sim ?"

     "NO! I'm OK, Jimbo.  It just felt so good. Total shiny!  Please don't say anything to anyone at all, query?"

"But-"

     "Please?  I'll tell you at home, Jimbo, promise!"

"Select. I won't say anything to StoryTime."

     They continued on, following Little Red.  They made their way to Grandma's House and followed her inside.

     The wolf was dressed in a nightgown and slippers, covered up to his chest with a comforter.  In a falsetto voice, the wolf said, "Come into bed with me, Little Red. Help warm my old bones.  I am cold and feeling poorly, since my Gud-Homes brand electric blanket (available at your local retailer) is in the wash today."

A cub called out "Wait! It's the Wolf!"

     Another cub said "I want to get into bed with the wolf instead!"

     The wolf waved over the second cub, and helped her into bed, making room on the right side, while Red climbed in on the left.

     Another cub opened the closet and found Grandma in there.  He started to yell out to Red, who could not see Granny due to the wooden door blocking the view.

     Grandma put her paw over the cub's mouth, and quietly said "Hey cub, no spoilers" in the sheep's ear.

     The cub nodded and Granny motioned him to close the closet door again, which he did.

     "Grandma, what shorter, pointy ears you have!" said Little Red.

     "The better to hear you with, dear. Plus it’s easier to wear a hat." said the wolf.

"What a big nose you have, Grandma!"

"The better to know your scent, Little Red."

"What big paws you have, Grandma."

     "The better to hug you, Little Red." said the Wolf, holding the bunny firmly, running the underside of his jaw across the head of the bunny, scent marking.

     Pointing at the mouth of the wolf, Little Red said "What white shiny and clean big teeth you have, Grandma!"

     "They are clean and shiny because I use 'Shiny Klene' brand canid chews.  They are all the better to EAT YOU, Little Red!" shouted the Wolf, bringing Little Red to his mouth.

     "Oh no!  Get away, Little Red!" yelled a cub.

     The wolf suddenly stiffened as an electric popping and crackling was heard.  He dropped Red, who opened the closet and let Grandma out. 

     "What happened to the Big Bad Wolf, Little Red ?" asked Grandma.

     "I protected myself with a Sunbeemer Stunmaster Model 35a stunner.  The best selling non-lethal self defense you can buy."

     "Good job, Little Red. I think those are available at most major retailers."

     Grandma and Little Red ran out.  The wolf stopped twitching and slowly got up.  He ran out the door to try and pursue, sniffing for the scent of the two bunnies and howling.

     Finally, the group caught up to Grandma and Little Red.  A large woodchuck, carrying an axe appeared.

"Chop up the wolf!" yelled the sheep.

     "No, they fill his tummy with rocks and make him drown!" said another cub, a wolf pup.

     The wolf raced at the two female bunnies and fell into a pit trap concealed there.

     The woodchuck tossed a fish into the hole, and the cubs could all hear the sound of the wolf gobbling down the fish.

"That's not how it goes!" yelled the sheep.

     The wolf popped his head out of the hole.  "Sorry, cub.  THIS version of the folk tale is rated G.  If you want more violence, rewatch versions c and above.  Those are meant for TV-14 and above ratings, dependant on viewers ages."

     Little Red turned to Grandma. "Next time I'll remember to listen when I'm told to stay on the path."

     "Great job, Little Red. That's a lesson for anyone to listen to."

     The wolf stuck his head up. "Thank you for watching this Tri-D sim program about 'Little Red Riding Hood' we have presented.  Please check out our other programs based on Brothers Grimm fairy tales."

###################

     Jimbo was back in his own body.  The irritating tag on the blanket was now by his footpaws.  He expected to find Emily's paw still touching him under his underwear but she wasn't.  Turning to his left, he saw her eyes go from vacant staring to focused on him, and smiled.

     "Remember your promise, Jimbo." she whispered.

     He gave a thumbs up sign. They both got up.  Jimbo realized his underwear was inside out.  He must have put it on wrong.

     Emily was tugging at her panties, which were on backwards. She dropped them and changed them right way around.  

     Taking his queue, Jimbo did the same, feeling just a little embarrassed as he did.  The eleven year old coyote girl whistled at him.

     "Sarah, no embarrassing cubs while they change at StoryTime, Da ?  You want to look at boys, you talk to him later, understand?"

"Yes, Miss Sokkova.  I'm sorry."

     "Is Jimbo you should apologize to," said the Badger.  Turning to Jimbo she asked "What whistling girl need to do for make good apology ?"

"It's shiny."

     "Nyet.  Maybe next time you look at HER, Da?"

     Jimbo found himself with a naughty smile on his own face.  No… gotta be smooth.

     "Maybe. We'll see." he said in a non committal tone as he put his pants back on. "I can always wheeler-dealer for the win." he said, quoting Tak-Lo.

     The coyote smiled, "Maybe I'll let you look...Tak-Lo." she said, putting her own pants on.

     Miss Sokkova stood up, clapping her paws together loudly.  "OK cubs.  StoryTime is over.  Small cubs go upstairs and wait for parents.  Rest of you, see you day after tomorrow."

    BTurning to Emily and Jimbo she said quietly "You two wait for rest of cubs to leave."

     The group filed out of the room and were escorted upstairs by the male badgers.  When the room was empty except for Miss Sokkova and the tech bunny, she closed the door after a look in the hallway to be sure it was clear.

    BTurning to Emily, Miss Sokkova asked "I notice you and your brother don't have datajacks yet.  Does your Mama not let you have one yet?"

     "Mama never told us anyth-" started Emily.

     "We don't need them yet.  That's all. No static. Just family biz." said Jimbo firmly.

     "Is OK Jimbo.  Sorry to ask." said Miss Sokkova apologetically.  Continuing on before the two cubs left, she said "I wanted to help you both.  I loan you sim-deck and new interface.  I give medical program, this guide you on putting medicine on each other, Da?"

"A sim-deck!" said Emily excitedly.

     "Yes. I loan you deck, programs and newer lightweight wireless interface. Wear on head.  Also help you sleep better.  Can wear all of time, Da?

"Can we watch movies ?" asked Emily.

     "Da.  I give movies too.  Sim-guide for laundry, medical, other things."

"No charge?" asked Jimbo suspiciously.

     "You fill out form that says we loan to you.  You need to give back. Cannot sell it or pawn it. If you change mind just bring back."

     Jimbo considered. "Select. We will try.  Thanks, Miss Sokkova."

     She leaned in close. "Inside bag is gel cream and other things to help.  You wear headband, virtual doc will help you.  My number also in VR deck.  Any issue at all, I try to help, Da ?"

     The tech bunny came over with a backpack.  He pulled out a thin black cloth headband, fitted one to Emily and then another one to Jimbo.

     "Ok cubs, you wear headband all time if you want.  Can sleep in headband, shower, anything.  Will help you sleep, wake up not tired.  You have technical problem contact me at number on front of card.  If you have other issues, like stolen VR unit call number on back."

     Jimbo took the card, seeing 'Androv, master VR tech.' and a contact number.
Flipping the card he saw another set of contact info.  'Security - Kuzma' and another contact number.

     Jimbo stuck the card in his pocket, and they both walked out and upstairs.

     "You sure loaning them VR is good idea?" asked the bunny.

     "Da. Those two are best cubs.  Very cute. I think no one watching them. Sister is naughty, touching brother inside underwear.  I thinking they explore each other soon, maybe even rut. All on own idea.  Pure gold.  Cannot buy that for all credsticks in the world.  Best investment to loan sim-deck."

******

     Jimbo walked up the stairs, with Emily following behind.  When he got home he would look inside the backpack;it felt like more than just a sim-deck setup in there.

     As he entered the main lobby, two black uniformed local police showed, a pair of spotted hyena. Jimbo could tell they were local munies as the uniforms looked shabby and were different from each other.  Looking even closer, the uniforms appeared to be used military surplus, dyed black to hide where they came from.

The two approached the checkout counter.

     "We had a report of gunfire.  You see anything?" they asked Junkie Janet.

     "No guns.  Kid with a firecracker ran out. No problems here." she said, looking like warmed over death, barely able to stand.

     The cop keyed his radio.  "Dispatch, this is TMP3159, responding to...whatever code a shooting is at library."

     *BEEP* "TMP3159, a shooting is a 10-79.  Learn the codes if you want to get out of this shithole government PD and get hired as a private security officer.  Make some rutting effort.  What's up with your shooting report?" *BEEP* replied the radio.

"Dispatch, no shooting here, false report."

     *BEEP* "TMP3159, Are you reporting code 2 ?" *BEEP*

"Dispatch, what's that ?"

     *BEEP* "That means you didn't rutting arrest anyone, no report needed." *BEEP*

     "Dispatch, yes. Code 2 for suspect 10-79 at library.  Going back on patrol."

     The cops approached the scary badger - Kuzma - who handed them an envelope, which one pocketed quickly.  They shook paws and were out the door in less than 2 minutes.

     Jimbo started moving again towards the door, when Emily grabbed his paw and pulled them towards Kuzma.

     "Bye, Mr. Kuzma.  We are going home to try the sim-deck-"

     Kuzma put his finger in front of his mouth and made a "shhhh" sound.  Emily stopped talking.

     "Bye-bye Emily.  You and brother get home.  Have fun.  See you day after tomorrow."

     Jimbo looked around, but didn't see anyone paying attention that made him worry.  Just a few faces, and colors he knew from the Trash Pandas.  Locals were usually ok anyways. 

     They walked out of the old library, down the steps and we're halfway home when Emily started to squirm, and stick her paw under her skirt.

     "Jimbo, I gotta pee, bad.  I don't wanna pee my new clean panties!"

     Pulling his paw, she led them down an alley and was lifting her skirt when another fur appeared.  A near teen racoon boy, dressed in blue of the Trash Pandas approached.

     "Give me that bag, bitch.  You gotta pay a tax."

     "Who the rut are you? I'm not giving you anything, you assh-" Jimbo started to say, reaching in his pocket for his blade.

     Before he could pull out his knife, Jimbo found himself curled up in a ball, wind knocked out of him from a kick to the stomach he never saw.

     "Lift up that dress and show me that slit, you little tramp." He growled at Emily.

     Instead of lifting her dress, she reached under her shirt and pulled out a small metal cylinder from around her neck and began blowing into it.  It made almost no noise, but Jimbo could hear a very high pitched sound at the edge of his hearing.

     Seeing the raccoon distracted, Jimbo slammed the handle of his folding knife on the little toe of his opponent, who screamed and cursed at him falling down while holding his toe.

     Running paws, several pairs, came up quickly.  Jimbo looked up and saw Hot Sauce and Mickey, an older teen, headman of the Trash Pandas run up.

     "You’re rutting dead now, mother rutter!  You don't rut with the E.T.P!  I'm gonna make you suck my cock til I'm hard then fuck her slit while you watch, cum-guzzler!"

     Mickey jumped in. "What the rut is going on?"

     The raccoon on the ground got up.  He took off his shirt, displaying a section of tattooed fur with a raccoon in a trash can holding lightning.  He pointed to the tattoo just as half a dozen more Trash Pandas ran up.

     "This bitch owes tax.  He wouldn't pay, so I'm gonna take his shit and fuck the gir-"

     "He tried to jack us, knocked me down and told Emily to show off her slit to him!"

     Mickey looked furious. "Grab that mother rutter!"

     The bare chested raccoon was grabbed roughly.  Mickey turned to him. "First, what you doing with that mark on you, Clarence ?  You ain't been jumped in!  You just a HANG AROUND!"

     "...I was told you was gonna jump me in the next-"

     Clarence's body stiffened and he fell over to the ground as he was shocked by a glove.  

     "No one said you could speak!  Shut up!" said Mickey.  The ETP picked him up.  

     "Secondly these two is my cousins!  Before their Mama had a problem she took care of me.  She found me digging in the trash for food, wearing rags.

     She didn't know me!  She gave me food, clothes, a roof over my head, didn't ask nothing!  You don't mess with them!"

     "I'm sorry, I didn't know!" said Clarence, looking about to cry.

     "Jimbo, I gotta pee so bad!" whined Emily, holding herself.

     Hot Sauce grinned.  "Hold this bitch still." The gang members pinned Clarence.
Hot Sauce turned to Emily. "Take your underwear off and lift your dress; pee ON HIM! Since he wanted to see you so bad!"

     "No, I can't do that!" protested Emily.  She was about to lose her bladder.

     "Pee on the ground, no one will look." said Jimbo.

     She let loose a very large stream, making a huge puddle.  Jimbo lifted her up off the ground to keep her paws dry, then moved her to a dry spot to stand.

"Jimbo, I need to wipe!" Emily whispered.

     Mickey tossed over Clarence's shirt, which she used to wipe her vagina with, then tossed in the puddle of pee.

     Jimbo kicked Clarence in the nuts, hard, making him start crying.  "You don't mess with my sister!"

     "Thank you, Mickey.  Thanks guys." said Emily. "Jimbo, let's please go home."

     "Thanks, Mickey. Thanks, Hot Sauce.  I owe you one."

"Nah, you don't us nothing." said Mickey.

     They walked out of the alley as the ETP were "mopping up" the urine puddle with Clarence's fur.  An argument broke out how to remove the illegal tattoo.  One suggested fire, another suggested cutting it off with a knife. Jimbo was out of earshot when "belt sander" came up.

"Are you OK, Emily?"

     "Select.  The ETP helped us. We’re ok." she said, grabbing him in a hug as they walked along.

*********************

     As they approached the apartment, Emily did the usual and raced ahead to try and open the dented red metal door, but found it locked.

     "Mama isn't home yet." she said. "It's still locked."

     Without responding Jimbo pulled out his key and unlocked the old fashioned mechanical deadbolt before pressing his thumbprint against the reader.  The magnetic seal released, and they walked into apartment 12a of the Greenway Luxury Arms housing project.
He immediately locked the deadbolt behind them and checked the mag lock was "sealed".

     They walked in onto the worn and torn cheap linoleum flooring.  The floor pattern had originally been small generic off-white boxes, but time and use had worn it down to expose the plywood underneath.

     The walls and ceiling were off-white paint as well, and the entryway led to a small galley kitchen.  Housing supplied stovetop and refrigerator hummed along, needing a good scrub to be clean.
Cabinets had started falling off the wall but screws and 2x4 boards braced them up.

     Jimbo opened the backpack and pulled out a couple plastic shopping bags.  One contained a huge pile of cheap noodle meals and breakfast bars, and a small box of laundry detergent powder.  A note said "do not wash the underwear.  Trade it for new clean stuff every two days after wearing it for two."

     The second bag had the gel in a tube labelled Cortisolium Rash Relief. A second set of 3 larger tubes were "water soluble, flavored" in "strawberry, blueberry, chocolate" mentioning "safe for all areas."

     Jimbo wondered what they were for, and set them aside.  There was also a gift card for pizza delivery.

A note was attached:
"Jimbo- hook up the sim-player when you get home. Wear headbands all times.  Best working if you sleep in same room with sister. Headband help you sleep. 
Sim-deck and 'SpecialMed01' program help you with sister.  Best working if keep sim player in rooms where you go.  Your friend, Sokkova.

You tell me if need anything and I help."

     Jimbo reached in and pulled out the sim-player, and was surprised.  He expected an old, big heavy machine, like the library had. This was a newer, smaller unit, only weighing a few pounds.  There were 3 power cords with it, and I sticky note to "plug it in when you move it to another room."

     At the bottom of the bag were a handful of movies.  Jimbo plugged in the unit and it lit up green. Emily dug through the bag and pulled out the movies, eagerly looking for a new one to watch.

     Jimbo went to the com-panel on the kitchen wall and checked the posts.  There was only one important message, to Mama, another reminder that her appointment for benefits was next week.  If she missed it the rent didn't get paid and no place to live.

     The same thing happened to the ferret family in 17b.  The father stole all the money they had, and left with his girlfriend.  The mother and kits couldn't pay and were thrown out in the street.  The kits were separated and put into the orphanage.  The mom stabbed the father, and went to jail.

     Jimbo wasn't going to let that happen. He'd have to find a way.

     He would ask Mickey tomorrow if they knew a hacker who could fix it.

     He went back to the living room and saw Emily wearing the headband and looking at movies.

     "Em, you gonna tell me why you were gonzo in the sim ?"

     She looked a little embarrassed. "I can show you better, but you need to let me put cream on you first."

     Jimbo felt heat rising and his paws twitched a little nervously.

     "Jimbo, it's OK.  I know what you look like and I won't hurt you.  We can't be in trouble. It's just us right now."

     Jimbo took his pants and new underwear down and off.  The right elastic band was rubbing against a raw spot.  Emily stood in front of him and bent over, trying to see.

     "Lay down on the floor and open your legs." she said.   He spread out a blanket and lay down on it.  She got on her knees, lifted his legs, spread them, looking around to find the irritated spots.
"Close your eyes." she said.

     Jimbo closed his eyes, and felt her small paws rubbing the gel on his irritated spots, working it into his fur.  Up the inside of his thighs, getting closer and closer to his privates, slowly working up, under and around. His pecker hardened a little, but he didn't need to pee.  He felt embarrassed, but not enough to have her stop.  Everywhere the gel touched felt a cooling sensation.  On the right side where filthy sweaty cloth kept rubbing his skin raw, the gel eased his pain immediately. 

     As she got closer during her "treatment" Jimbo could feel warm breath down by his balls and they tightened; the feeling made his legs tense up.  He hoped she didn't smell anything bad on him.  His little sister's breath went across his cock tip, and he froze.  He knew he should have her back away, but it felt so good he just couldn't!

     "You promise to let me do this for five minutes?" she asked.

"Do what for five minutes ?"

"You will love it. It's shiny good!"

"Select. I promise."

     All of a sudden, Jimbo felt her hot breath on his cock, even closer than before.  Without thinking, he thrust his hips upwards a couple times, but never made contact with anything.  There was a pause,  then the side of his boner was touched by something soft and hot and wet, sliding up the shaft.  A tongue, hesitantly giving licks to his dick.  His penis twitched at the contact, making him moan.

*************

     Emily needed to show Jimbo how so SHINY it felt to be licked. She did NOT want him to make StoryTime stop doing it to her when they watched a movie!

     She knew that it felt way better than playing with her own pussy.  It was crazy good when somefur opened her lips and licked her cunny, especially on top of her private spots where the bump was, touching and pulling away in a tease until the Special Pee Feeling happened.

     She gently touched his pecker with her paw, and leaned forward, gave it a lick on the side.  It didn't taste very good, but her brother moaned; she could tell he loved it, and his thing got a little bit harder as she touched it.
     She pushed his cock down and licked above it, near the base since that's where her best feel-good spot was.  When he didn't react, she moved her tongue up the top of Jimbo's pecker towards the head and he thrashed around.    She kept tasting skin and her mouth was getting dry.

     Going to the "goodie bag" Emily checked to see if there was a juice box she could drink, and found the flavored tubes.  The back had a picture of a pecker, pussy or a gross dirty butt.  Seeing her favorite (strawberry), she squirted a small amount on her tongue then went back to licking her brother.   When she moved up to the head and licked the tip he groaned, so she stopped.

"Did I hurt you ?"

"N-no!  Please keep doing that! Don't stop!"

     She went back and kept moving her tongue around the tip.  Maybe that was the spot, like a girl-bump.  She moved down to the shaft on the underside, making Jimbo gasp loudly.  She continued licking like that, and she moved down to his tightening balls.  While she licked his balls she saw a paw move down, reaching for his own shaft.  She stopped her lick and smiled a teasing grin.

     "No playing with yourself where otherfurs can see you." she said, batting his paw away.

     "Please move back up! On the head, it feels so good!". Jimbo jerked his hips back and forth and Emily blew air across his pecker and his paws dug into the blanket.

"Please don't tease me!" he begged.

     Emily smiled.  That seemed really easy.  Boys must really like this. Putting her mouth over the head, she licked the top, near the pee hole.  She gently sucked the top of the head, and felt Jimbo's tail wrapping around her own.  He started thrusting up to get more of his pecker in her mouth and Emily pulled back.  He thrust harder to meet her muzzle, and made a whining noise.

     Emily tried to put her paws on his hips and stop his thrusting, but a nine year old is a lot stronger than a five year old.  Instead of holding him down, her paws lifted her up. 

     Emily started to slide her mouth down, stroking his cock with her lips, while looking up at him for his reaction.  Trying to guess what she should be doing, Emily stopped moving.  Panting heavily, veins standing out on his forehead, tail twitching madly, Jimbo finally reached out and put a paw on the back of Emily's head and pushed down gently.  

     She twisted and pulled her head off, leaving Jimbo's hardened pecker twitching, wet with saliva and flavored lube.

     Eyes wide, hips moving, panting, he said "Please, do it more!"

     "Put your tail in my cunny and wiggle it while I do."

     Jimbo slid his tail inside his sister as she took her brother in her mouth and licked him with her tongue.  Emily was excited from sucking her big brother, and his tail twitched just the right way.

     Soon she started to moan, and stopped sucking, accidentally letting him out of her mouth.

     "No...just a few more licks!  Something feels funny!"

     Emily had her twitches as her orgasm hit, and accidentally put a tooth on Jimbo, making him yelp, but no bleeding.

     She started sucking again, and his paws shot down on her head and he started to thrust harder.

     "Oh!  Ohhh! I'm gonna pee!  I'm gonna pee!  Please let it happen. I can't stop!!"

     Jimbo thrust in her mouth, hard, nearly choking her, and his pecker twitched madly as he finished his first dry orgasm.

     He closed his eyes so tight he could see stars, and exhaustion crashed down on him, all of a sudden

     The twitches of the cock in his sister's mouth died down, and the sensations he felt built up like a tsunami until it was more than he could bear.

"It tickles too bad, please no more!" 

     Emily pulled off, and Jimbo grabbed her, slid her up on his chest, facing him.

The two kissed, like a movie kiss.  

"Did you like it ?" Emily asked.

     "Select! Mega shiny! But what does a pecker suck have to do with you going crazy?"

     "If you twist the right cable you can still feel your body outside of the sim.  My panties were off and someone licked my cunny a lot. To give me twitches!  It felt so good, total shiny!  promise you won't make StoryTime stop licking me ?"

     "I promise.  Love you, sis." said Jimbo, as he drifted off, eyes closing, beginning to snore.

     "Love you too, big brother.  Next time you lick me!" 

     After a few minutes she fell asleep too. He had her pinned in his arms hugging her in a warm cuddle, their tails wrapped around each other.

**********************
     Sokkova was watching the feed, this was fantastic!  Emily was giving her brother a blowjob and saying how she liked to be eaten out.

     They had sensation feeds from the cubs rutting each other while they watched movies.  Only one cub knew about the cubsex, and she loved it!