“Whatchoo drawwwin’?” his mate asked, suddenly against his shoulder.

He felt his cheeks redden as he instinctively reached for the screen. “Oh, nothing just–“

“Porn?” Zoe pushed her chest against the back of his head, giggling, having already seen the inked lines of the cross hatching he was doing for shading. “Hmm, he looks just like you, Jake.”

Jacob knew his ears were burning red, and suspected you could see some pink showing through the white fur of his rat muzzle as his girlfriend’s long, plush brown tail settled into his lap. “It’s a commission,” he said, trying to relax. He hadn’t been doing anything wrong. Just…focused on his work.

The image on the screen was a male, white-furred lab rat, as he was, in reasonably good shape. The difference was in the clothes; the obviously male rat was wearing a sundress. The angle of the picture was three-quarters from behind, showing the shy looking rat caught in the act of wearing the dress, the straps crisscrossing twice over the open back, and the curve of false breasts half seen.

Zoe, giggled, resting against his back. Jacob loved his girlfriend, but he knew some teasing would come because of this. His squirrel lover didn’t disappoint. “You’re looking pretty there, Jake. I didn’t know you liked sundresses.”

Jacob sighed, and went back to the drawing. “It’s not me wearing one,” he said. His voice had a little quaver in it, despite his attempt at an even tone. In truth, he had jumped to do this one, and was spending more time on it than really necessary, even adding cross hatching to give the drawing extra detail.

“It sure looks a lot like you,” Zoe teased. She was right, of course. The commissioner had said he wanted a white lab rat, so he had taken a picture of himself to help the sketch. Shirtless, instead of wearing anything like the figure he had drawn.

“I have never worn a dress,” he protested stiffly. Not that he hadn’t thought about it.

Zoe picked up on it, of course. “I think you’d look pretty in it,” she teased. Her hands went to his chest and kneaded softly at his pecs as she whispered in his ear. “I think you’d like to sit with your girlfriend, with cute, soft breasts of your own, enjoying the summer’s day.” One of her hands drifted lower to his groin. “Oh yes, I think you’d like that very much indeed.”

He groaned a bit, turning his head to kiss her. She had stolen all his attention, and he stood, turned, and embraced her as he half-carried her willing body towards the bed. He could feel her smile through the kiss, and saw the sparkle in her eyes, wicked thoughts certainly churning in that squirrelly brain of hers. He was in for a bunch of teasing, and possibly worse. Still, given the fascination he had with the image still on the screen, didn’t he want that?