Duke's Denials -Part 1

The room was dark, empty and quiet. Then a key rattled in a lock, was withdrawn and replaced with another, near identical key. This one proved more useful and the handle turned, the door swinging inwards. A paw fumbled clumsily in the near-dark for the lightswitch, eventually finding it and illuminating the room beyond.

It wasn't particularly impressive, a single, large rectangular space that tried, and failed, to fulfill the roles of an entire house. There was a bed, or rather a bare mattress on legs that was evidently being used as a makeshift table; a very suspect-looking couch being used as a makeshift bed and a large pile of random and outdated computer equipment being used as makeshift furniture. One corner held two small piles of unfolded clothing, one clean, one dirty. There were no other amenities, everything else being communal and one floor down. In sum the room was large, empty untidy and cheap, much like its owner, who stumbled in under the weight of a heavy (for him anyway) bag.

Well perhaps 'large' didn't apply to Duke Weaselton, who cursed under his breath and tossed the red duffel bag onto his mattress, where it immediately spilled its load of DVDs. The room was several times too big for him; more suited to a fox or a sheep than a mustelid of any description. But it was all the weasel could afford; The Dockside Apartments were nearly abandoned, most units lying empty, being used as slapdash storage units or simply falling into disrepair. But they were cheap, dead cheap. As long as he paid the pittance of a rent every fortnight nobody particularly cared what went on inside; he could have killed someone without raising a fuss. (Something that had in fact happened recently, causing a few of the remaining tenants to evacuate post haste.) Currently it was home to a small... entertainment production facility. A stout, square machine sat in one corner, able to turn blank disks into perfectly fine replicas of various movies for distribution. A nearby printer provided cover art and a laptop beneath the bed held the relevant files. The rest of the room was almost completely barren, a vast expanse of dusty floor in front of a surprisingly large window that had a view of Downtown Zootopia across the harbor. This slightly worried the room's resident fur noodle since it had no curtains and so, in theory, broadcast his activities to the world 24/7. So he tried not to stand in front of it, and kept the lights low as often as possible. It had its ups, and downs.

The weasel had actually done brisk business that day; Giraffic had been cancelled earlier that week, which meant that what few fans the film had now only had one place to obtain it- or at least the unpolished studio copy- him. He'd sold a surprising number and made some actual money the past few days. If things kept going the way they had been, in a few million years he'd be richer than his wildest dreams. It was enough to make a guy hit the town and go out to celebrate. But not Duke; a long and difficult life had taught him that good fortunate could depart as easily as it arrived. He spent money only when absolutely necessary and so set to work stuffing the day's profits into his mattress. (You couldn't trust the banks, they were a bunch of crooks.) He got by as cheaply and legally as possible; it was amazing what people threw out after all, from perfectly fine clothing to food. (Some might call it 'dumpster diving', he preferred the term 'freeganism'.) He'd managed to pick up a pot noodle and pack of hamburger buns on the way home, which sufficed as a meal. (He had a rather more peylike diet than he preferred, but beggars couldn't be choosers.)

It didn't take him long to deal with the usual miscellany of day-to-day life, settling in for the night. Later on he'd need to burn a few more DVDs of Giraffic to replace he ones he'd sold, but apart from that he'd have several hours free before he needed to get some shuteye; his life at the moment was not a particularly energetic one and he found that he could get by on as little as four hours of sleep a night. His options entertainment-wise were limited; he didn't own a TV but he did possess a wide array of movies on his computer, for business purposes of course. But he'd also seen all of them, to make sure there weren't things like watermarks or cam footage that would mark the copies as blatantly pirated.

Which of course left only one option. Porn.

His collection of adult movies rivaled that of the tamer fare, and for good reason; both sold well, even in this age of the internet. It was amazing how many people didn't know how much they wanted something until they saw it at a market stall. He plugged in and booted up his computer while dumping the spent remains of his dinner in a trash bag for alter disposal. Most of his collection weren't in fact anything he could get off to; when you'd spent as long as the weasel had dealing with x-rated material you tended to notice how same-y it all was. Endless stupid titles flickered by as he scrolled through the various folders that helped organize his smut. So many big herbivores, lot of wolves too; and of course, for some reason, foxes were perennially popular... He flicked over to some of the 'novelty' titles. Screwtopia... that was a laugh as if a bunny could really take a full grown bison... Kangaroo Jacked, oh they didn't allow that one in the city... oh The Rut Job had a sequel. No good, he knew the sick brown buck who acted in that one, total freak... In the end there wasn't anything that really grabbed his attention. But he also had a wide collection of pictures that were also interesting and a lot more varied. With that settled on he got to setting up The Device.

Duke, he himself would be the first to admit, was not a conventional mammal. A knack for computers paired with a life of unsavory deeds had allowed him to poke about in the dark corners of the internet and develop some.. eclectic tastes. The Device itself was stored in a heavy, black, plastic case beneath the bed; right alongside the laptop. It opened to reveal a padded inside that contained a large, solid, dark gray unit whose topmost face was covered in a number of labelled LED lights, three knobs and two buttons. It was nearly entirely battery, much like what would fit in a car and equally as rectangular and heavy, with the one difference being a strange company decal 'FurosTek' on the side. It looked rather like something an electrician would use, except some of the lights bore labels such as 'squeeze' and 'milk'. Duke sat it up in its case and plugged in two wires. The first split, each wire leading to an elastic ring. The second also split, both ends terminating in the base of a rather large probe-like device. As he did so two lights turned on, indicating activity. Most people would have been able to guess its function as a sex toy, but only those with a specific set of interests would have been able to guess how it actually worked.

The mustelid had been led to this particular brand of self stimulation more out of laziness than anything else. Pawing off was fine but was messy and made your arms tired. It was much easier just to lie back and let something else do the work for you. He wasn't exactly sure on the finer details of how it worked, only that it used electricity to get you off. Most people of course didn't want that sort of power anywhere near their junk, but he'd found it to be perfectly safe, paws-free and easy to clean up. And maybe he just liked to take the occasional risk. At any rate he easily disrobed, flinging the day's apparel into the corner to take down to the washroom the next day. The bed and couch were both piled with junk and too uneven for his needs so the mustelid did what he always did and sat down on the dusty floor. Following this he shifted onto his back in a slightly curled position so that he could see his own tail sticking out between his legs. It was slightly more awkward than sitting, but he needed complete access to his hindquarters for the insertion.

That was of course the 'butt stuff', which Duke had spent some time convincing himself was in no way gay. It too a bit of effort since the Device had been designed for a species slightly larger than himself, but as a plus it got him hard enough to start immediately after. Things might have gone more smoothly if he bothered with lube but the weasel couldn't be assed buying or otherwise obtaining any and homemade substitutes always struck him as weird. This of course caused a number of issues, notably that everything took twice as long. Grabbing the probe he began to trace it in small circles beneath his tail; slowly spiraling inwards to the tight pucker there, almost massaging himself with the cold length, hoping to loosen up at least slightly. This in itself was far from unpleasant and he took his time with it, gradually dipping the tip of the probe in deeper and deeper with each leisurely pass over his tailhole. Very slowly he loosened up as the cool, smooth tip massaged over the sensitive area. Each and every rubbing motion made him shiver and he bit his lip to avid gasping. It was more pleasant than he liked to admit, reminiscent of finger himself or years earlier when he'd experimented with dildos.

Soon he had the first inch or so of the probe inserted; angling it in different directions and pushing gently but insistently forward, making his tail bristle and twitch with every movement as he slowly but progressively sunk inch after cold inch into himself. Somehow simply watching it press deeper and deeper into his loosening tailstar was arousing; a little bit above where he was working himself over his sheath began to plump out as he felt his pulse beginning to rise. While continuing to hold the probe with one paw he reached over and groped himself with the other, feeling a growing warmth and pressure as the very tip of his shaft peeked out into the open air. It had an oddly flared head and narrow shaft that he felt self-conscious about having seen endless stills and movies involving stallions, rams and wolves. He ran a finger around and around the oddly pointed tip, watching distractedly as it slowly extended in jerks and twitches that followed his pulse. If he looked away and focused on the images on his laptop screen he could imagine someone else there, pawing him off and rimming him; perhaps one of those slutty vixens, or -he clicked a few times- that hot minx of a cat. It was just a pity they didn't have any weasel smut.

It wasn't long before he was at full mast idly stroking up and down his length with the probe buried securely in his stretched tailstar. Once he'd relaxed enough to take the tip the rest was accommodated quite quickly, drawing a pleased grunt as he pushed in the final few inches, leaving it securely in place, his body clenching around the familiar intrusion. After that it was simply a matter of applying the two cuffs, one at the base of his cock and one further up. It was a good thing they were somewhat elastic; weasels were longer but thinner than most species their size, in both general body shape and other parts. He spat on his paw before applying them; for some reason they needed to be wet. Once everything was secured the hard part was over; the Device would take care of everything else. Only one thing remained; making absolutely sure both intensity dials were down as low as possible.; sudden changes could quite literally be shock and he'd never used anything but the lowest settings. Once that was taken care of he flicked the main power switch and a series of blue LEDs lit up, indicating the device was working on standby.

The Device had a number of modes and settings, most of which the weasel had only tried once, out of curiosity They did various odd things with current and timing that he wasn't particularly interested in. Both the rings and probes had their own intensity dials but would follow the same mode of stimulation. The dials, in his experience, were the only things worth focusing on. They weren't marked but simply turned up the current as you twisted them. He wasn't even sure if the higher settings were even safe; the manual had warned you could get burns if you weren't careful so he made absolutely sure not to mess about. All the way down it would take about half an hour of scrolling through porn before he'd climax, paws free and with plenty of warning to grab a tissue. He pushed the 'mode up' button and the Device hummed into life, an LED lighting up next to 'buzz' indicating just what kind of service the machine was providing. The buzz it made was low, almost inaudible, except at close range.It matched the feeling that blossomed within the weasel as the current flowed through the probe buried inside him. It was a little prickly and sharp, but experience had taught the male that it would mellow over the next few minutes.

"O-ohh..."

The feeling was strange to describe to someone who hadn't any experience, it was rather like using a vibrator but... different. The probe itself didn't buzz or move, but his body reacted as if it did. At the lowest setting it was almost a tickling feeling, except not coming in strokes or waves but continuously. His rear passage quivered and tensed; its inner walls trembling at the unbroken surge of stimulation teasing and tickling it with relentless delight. Duke's breathing began to quicken as he acclimatized to the new sensation, letting it spread out from the point of contact as a growing fizz of energy inside him, radiating outwards. Settling back slightly he almost lay down, turning to face his computer and the lewd images that adorned its screen. He could off course detach the rings and paw off, that was fun, but not his usual routine. Instead he turned the second intensity knob just a faction and smiled as he felt pleasure start to course through his shaft; a warm, flowing sensation like being hard in the shower.

The sensation surged through his shaft, all along its length. He felt himself stiffen up involuntarily; the current itself making him hard, completely independent of the blissful feelings it elicited. The faint but insistent sensory stimulation seemed to dance all over his length in tandem with the second source deeper within him; just the merest hint of invisible contact, a dull, almost numb pleasure that wasn't isolated to just the surface but seemed to penetrate through his entire cock. It was far far better than pawing off, even just starting out like this. He could, in a fashion touch himself, if he were careful but there wasn't much need. As he got closer he'd just slowly crank the power up to climax and get off without jacking once. For the time being he lay down, watching a slideshow of some of his favorite smutty pictures, grunting happily as his hips occasionally jerked and bucked at the air. He could go two or three rounds a night like this; even when he flagged the current could bring him back in minutes. He lay back, listening to the muffled sounds of the city and just enjoying the pleasant sensations that coursed through him, barely noticing the increasingly loud, pounding footsteps until his door was violently kicked in.

"Alright! Hands up, freeze!"

It was lieutenant Judy Hopps. Oh shit.

Anyone who was anyone knew her name and face; it was a matter of survival. She wasn't exactly crooked; not in the usual sense anyway. She was a stooge of Mr. Big, a... big name in the underworld, known for disposing of 'disruptive individuals' via an icy cold drowning. The bunny never took bribes, gathered protection money or ran drugs, but she was more than willing to hand someone over to be iced on request. Anyone 'bad' that was; Duke wasn't sure if she was fine with the so-called 'innocent bystanders' he got rid of on a regular basis, but she was totally fine with any lawbreaker 'disappearing'. And that made her very, very dangerous indeed. Most of the other cops could be bribed but Judy... step on her toes and it might be the last thing you do. And for Duke it nearly had been; a back alley deal had seen him hanging over icy oblivion while a fox and bunny sipped tea and watched him squirm. Only the need for his testimony had saved him that day; the lapine didn't have a single shred of mercy in her soul, especially not for him.

In short he was in deep, deep trouble, no matter how things turned out. Any other individual might well have cried out in shock, scrambled to hide their shame or at least attempted to cover their indecency with a nearby DVD. Duke simply sat bolt upright, raising his hands to the ceiling and froze, as commanded. The room went completely quiet except for the low powered humming of the Device.

"Wesselton?! Really? Somehow I'm not surprised."

Duke grit his teeth, looking at the intruding rabbit in shock. She was slightly taller them him, with gray fur and all of the usual bunny accessories; twitchy nose, long ears, the works. She was staring back at him, a level, cold glare that meant business as she stood in a crouched, ready position; pointing a stun gun at him, dismissive sneer on her muzzle, daring him to make a move. Still utterly taken aback the mustelid tried to not even flinch, despite the continual prickling pleasure round his hindquarters. His mind spun, trying desperately to switch gears from imaginary nude bunnies to the far more real and dangerous one now confronting him.

"Flopsy? The cop?1"

"Lieutenant Judy Hopps, the cop. What are you doing here Wesselton?"

"Weaselton, and I -nnn!- live here."

Duke was growing increasingly uncomfortable, his shock slowly melting away under the continual pleasant assault on his junk. The Device was still humming away and he could still feel it even as he sat there, hands raised, arms twitching slightly. It was like being softly jacked off while being held hostage. And while the perverse male had in fact fantasized along similar lines occasionally the reality of the situation was rather different. (The outfits were far less revealing for one thing.) Amazingly it seemed as if the bunny hadn't even noticed his precarious position; being too focused on the task at hand, as it were. That changed however as her eyes began to scan the apartment for clues.

"Really? Why would someone of your stature want to rent a mid sized... mid sized... Sweet apple cider what are you DOING?!"

"Jackin' it! Whaddya think ya ditzy longear?!"

His response was instinctive and more than a little combative; his current situation had put him rather on edge and, as was a weakness with him, being caught out made him defensive and angry. The rabbit was shielding her eyes with one arm, waving her weapon about with the other as if trying both to block whatever she'd seen and somehow fend it off at the same time. Duke's paws balled into fists as he struggled to pull himself properly upright and maybe switch off the Device; make some move to remedy his increasing arousal and salvage some dignity from the unfortunate setup. But he froze again as the stun gun was waved in his direction, Judy looking towards the ceiling but still in his general direction; trying to look at him while trying not to look... at him. Her expression was one of shock, horror and slight disgust. If he'd had any chance of talking his way out of things now, the weasel was flat out of luck now. It was almost comical the way she avoided his gaze, trying to piece together what was going on while simultaneously seeming not to want to know. Her eyes darted about taking in the scene, occasionally flicking over to his prone form before darting away as if nothing had happened. But gradually morbid curiosity won out and both uniformed arms clutched the dart gun once more as the lapine stared in faintly horrified bafflement as the unusual... thing wired into the mustelid.

"Wait.. is... is that a vibrator? Wired to a car battery?"

Duke stared, mouth agape, opening and closing like a fish out of water, making no sound. He tried to maintain a calm voice and steady breathing as he responded. This was it; he'd been caught out, which he'd expected to happen sooner or later given that his door didn't lock. Now he'd have to explain everything. To a cop. To that cop in particular. So much for the day going well. And all the while the maddening humming, buzzing feeling was rising up in him; pushing him onward minute by minute.

"It... it's an e-stim machine."

"It's online?"

"I... no. -Nnn!- It... electrical stimulation."

"You're electrocuting your dick?"

"What?! No! It's -ah!- lower current or something. Fff-feels great."

Judy continued to stare, increasingly more at the Device than its operator. It was evident she'd not seen nor even heard of anything like it before. She seemed to have completely forgotten her original reason for being there The weasel clenched his jaw to suppress the urge to moan as his libido grew under the constant assault. His toes curled and uncurled and his tail twitched as little bolts of pleasure ran up his spine. He had to focus to avoid his hips bucking at the empty air and drawing more attention to himself. Having to explain his weird home life to someone who'd been happy to see him iced was worse than humiliating it was almost degrading. He wanted nothing more than for the wretched experience to end, and yet...

He'd be lying if a part of him didn't want things to get more intense. He'd had a lot of thoughts about somehow getting someone else in on the action. One of the great advantages, to his mind, of e-stim was that you could lay back and pretend it was someone else pleasuring you. But of course it was just a fancy way of pawing off really; having someone else there to push the buttons as it were was an exciting prospect. And it would be especially sweet to somehow get one over the smug bunny. Ever since she'd first crossed his path he'd been dreaming of revenge. He'd never get it of course; not now, not ever, but the mere tangential prospect was tantalizing. He'd certainly give anything to get back at the bi-

His thoughts were interrupted by a sharp burst of power that shot through him like a bolt from the blue. He yelped.

"Huh. Does that turn it on? What do these dials do?"

"Gggg-hhh-hhkkk!"

Duke's head flicked around so fast it almost gave him whiplash. The stimulating potency that assaulted him from beneath his tail had increased noticeably; now, even given his situation, it wouldn't take him more than a few minutes to reach climax. The crazy rabbit was inspecting the Device, her paw still on the intensity dial that she'd obviously given an experimental flick. The machine was quite basic; it had come with a small manual that was tucked away somewhere in its case. Duke had never needed to reference it but the intrigued rabbit looked as if she was trying to puzzle everything out. She pushed a button which made a quiet *click* as she did so; frowning after a second or two as nothing seemed to change. But for the weasel the effect was immediate; the continual buzzing stimulation changed; altering to more of a pulse-like pattern. Judy gradually picked up on this, noticing the furnoodle's changing movements.

"Okay... does that change the timing? Wow, you're really twitchy."

"Yes! Auto- automatic stuff! F-f-ff-fuck's sake! Turn it off -unn!- dammit!"

"No hang on, this is really interesting..."

She was staring at him now; observing his movements, especially how his entire body twisted and jerked whenever a burst of current flickered through it. Another twist increased the pulse rate somewhat and the bunny flicked back and forth between the two settings, an expression of extreme concentration on her face. She was leaning over Duke now only a foot or two away from him, something that broke through even his stand-offish demeanor and made him blush hotly. His pulse pounded loudly in his ears as he struggled to stay upright, his arms finally falling behind him as the scintillating stimulation began to overcome his self control. He bucked and nearly lay flat on the floor as he felt his body responding to each pulse, the contractions and vibrations spreading out more deeply inside him. The probe buried deep under his tail sent jolts of pleasure running through his prostate, making his legs begin to twitch as his shaft began to quiver and throb.

"Oh I see, each dial controls one wire right? These names aren't very informative..."

"H-holy shit..."

There was another push, and the pattern changed again. Now each pulse seemed to squeeze his shaft, like someone gripping and releasing it again and again, once every second or so. The dials changed the speed, so now the stimulation front and back of him were each at a different pace, making it hard to concentrate. Several more button pushes in quick succession swept through all the machine's modes before he could even notice them, landing back at the steady stimulation of the Device's default as Judy, to his rising dismay, decided t check out the effects of the intensity settings. There was another surge of sensation that completely flattened him, leaving him lying on the floor utterly unable to respond. The smooth, almost feathery sensations had been replaced with something more akin to having a powerful vibrator jammed up his rear and against his cock. Except the effect spread right through him, his entire lower half spasming and tensing along with it.

"..."

Duke tried to protest, but his throat was dry and no longer under his control. He was overcome with panting and gasping as his pulse raced and he tried to force his shaking limbs to do something, anything to fight back. But all he could do was whimper and whine in bliss as words died in his throat. His chest heaved and his hips bucked and humped at the air, trying to press into the entrancing feeling, his shaft begging for firmer contact, any sort of contact, a finger a tongue, even being able to turn over and hump the bare floor would be enough to give some sort of relief. His fuckstick was starting to leak now; a thin, sticky stream dripping from its tip as he was relentlessly pushed towards an oncoming peak. He was barely able to pay attention to his surroundings, but his eyes went wide as he saw the dials being twisted further.

The weasel wailed, a plaintive cry, as once again the sensations assaulting him rose to a higher level. His back arched; bending his long body into a tense curve as his hands clawed at the floor, leaving scratch marks as they did. His legs lifted his hips skyward, thrusting violently at the ceiling, his dick jutting into the air as if he were being pulled up by it. Initially he waited for his body to adjust, as it had before when moving to higher settings. But five seconds turned to ten, fifteen thirty and still the initial rush didn't fade. His initial scream of shock, pleasure and a tinge of excitement trailed off into strangle moans and whimpers as he struggled to get a fresh lungful of air; only to have it immediately rush from him in cries of ecstasy. The sensations that flowed through him were almost beyond words; he felt his entire body spasming and quivering, wracked with pleasure that seemed to radiate out from between his legs, up through his torso and out through every extremity. It wasn't painful, not as such. Maybe. But it was simply so overpowering, so fierce. Every nerve in the weasel's body felt like it was on fire, burning with energy that sent hot waves of desire up his spine, bathing his brain in a bliss so forceful that he could barely think. He was only dimly aware of the room beyond, the figure watching him twitch and writhe and her voice, seemingly coming from a million miles away.

"Wow, that does look intense. And it feels good?"

The weasel's response was unfortunate; riding another wave of sensory overload his head nodded, jerking back and forth as he moaned out loudly with lustful desire, his body begging for release. Taking that as confirmation the rabbit gave both dials another solid turn and Due's world fell apart.

Every muscle in his body tensed at once as his paws involuntarily balled into fists. His limbs kicked and whipped at the air as his moan of pleasure became a harsh, hoarse scream. It hurt. It was still utterly, completely, overwhelmingly pleasant, but there was pain too, a sharp edge to the sheer unbelievable magnitude of sensations. His fragmented mind had no idea how far the dials had been turned or how fast, but whatever had happened was far, far beyond what he could tolerate. A ragged, rapturous howl echoed in his ears as his lungs emptied in seconds, the mustelid utterly unable to catch his breath. Whereas before the rising stimulation had only hastened his oncoming climax now, now it held it back. The sharp severity of the powerfully pleasurable shocks pouring through every fiber of his being was just too much. Adrenaline surged through him as, for the first time in memory, he was afraid to cum, terrified of the unimaginable climax that seemed to be rushing towards him. Without a single shred of dignity he convulsed and shook and begged and dreaded the peak he was but a hair's breadth from cresting.

And still it dragged on. Maybe it was only seconds he spent in that euphoric torment, maybe it was minutes. All sense of time fell away as the pleasure and pain that coursed through him mixed and mingled. Discomfort rose deep within his gut and blossomed, an ever more noticeable edge to the fountain of pleasure that welled up from below. It pulsed and flowed out from his cock and beneath his tail just as the pleasure did, the two sensations merging into one that became plain, simple stimulation. Only at that point did his body and mind give in, losing themselves in the ocean of sensations.

His orgasm was like nothing he'd experienced before. Past ones had been peaks of pleasure that he'd sought out and embraced, this, this was like shouting in a thunderstorm; a tiny flicker that barely impacted his completely overwhelming situation. His paws, already clenched into fists, squeezed so tightly they drew pinpricks of blood where his claws bit. Waves of electrically induced ecstasy radiated out from between his legs making every muscle in his body spasm and quiver. This time however there was something else; his shaft jerked and flexed as jets of hot, sticky fluid burst forth from it. And they were jets, forced from his protesting body by the pulsing current as his body curled up on itself with each spasm. They hit the wall behind him with quiet, wet sounds as he emptied himself with an exasperated gasp each time. Even when he had no more to give the unforgiving machine continued to milk him, pushing his body into bout after bout of orgasmic bliss, mewling and moaning all the while. Finally ceasing his cries, the weasel continued to tremble and strain, whimpering breathlessly as his eyes bulged, and she stared blankly ahead. One again he tried to call out, begging the bunny to either turn the Device off, or turn it up. He honestly didn't know what he was thinking at that exact moment in time. His attempts at any further coherent speech or thought failed miserably.

Then, somehow there was a second peak as the mustelid let out a sound between a sob and a grunt. It was a sound of pure carnal lust, instinctive and unconscious, drawn from him without a thought. Duke couldn't tell if this was a second climax or merely a continuation of the same blissful experience as a series of short, quiet gasps left his gaping mouth. He felt his rear passage clamping down, squeezing the electrode there and amplifying its effects, sending him on another round of unbearable ecstasy. It was only when the cop finally relented and shut off the current that his ordeal finally came to an end.

"H-holy fuck. That... fuck. Fuck..."

The weasel collapsed like he'd been shot in the head. His body fell flat to floor and lay there, utterly still bar a few faint tremors still coursing through his numb limbs. Absolutely everything went blank as the overpowering sensations were replaced with nothingness. How long he lay there catching his breath he couldn't tell. He didn't know what had just happened; something he'd give anything to relive or anything to avoid. Somehow he was wide awake, his body thrumming with an unusual energy as if he could run a mile... as soon as his legs started obeying him again.

"Wow! Pent-up much? That looked incredible."

"Guh..."

"And I thought mystic Springs was something. But..."

The bunny, that crazy, crazy bunny stood beside him, frowning slightly. A fluffy finger poked at his still sensitive shaft, making him flinch.

"Is... is it supposed to look like that?"

Duke scowled, feeling self-conscious, finally mustering enough strength to speak.

"Yes, yes it is. And it's a damn sight better than those stubby pink carrots you bunnies have!"

"How do you know?"

"Porn."

"Of course. Alright, what about... cheetahs?"

"Cats? Spiky carrots."

"Elephants?"

"Trunks, flexible too."

"Foxes?"

"Carrot that fucked a tomato which got stu- wait, don't you already know?"

"No... why would I?"

"Aren't you banging Mr. Pawpsicle?"

"Nick and I are... very good friends yes."

"Hah! He said you bang like a barn door!"

Duke really should have paid more attention to the situation, but it was just his luck that he was still riding the high of release. There had been quite the noticeable pause before the rabbit's answer that would have indicated to anyone listening that the relationship had, while being quite close, not yet progressed to the point of anatomical examination. The weasel's response was met with the cold glare to be expected from someone who's 'good friend' had been talking about them behind their back.

"Oh did he really? And when was that, exactly?"

"Well... it was just talk you understand..."

As exhausted as he was Duke wasn't completely oblivious. The rabbit's words were icy and interrogative. Nick had long been a ladies' man and boasted constantly about his many sexual conquests, which now apparently included several cops. The weasel suspected most of it was pure nonsense, but that enough wasn't to make him exceedingly jealous. Such talk was just something guys did and, very importantly, didn't ever let girls know about. He tried t backpedal furiously.

"Right. And exactly what talk was this?"

"Just.. stuff. Look, forget I said anything, it's nothing."

"Then you won't mind giving me the details, will you?"

There was a faint *click* and a pen appeared grasped in a gray paw, along with a very official looking notebook. The mustelid swallowed nervously; Wilde wasn't anything like his partner, but he was still a cop and if word got out that he, Duke Weaselton, had snitched he'd be in big trouble. He clammed up, hoping that the rabbit wouldn't drop the subject.

"Look Flops, I can't rat on the guy. And you can't make meeee-iiipe!"

His words ended in a yelp as a sharp burst of sensation jolted through him, causing him to jerk upright. His head whipped around to stare at the smirking rabbit whose paw still remained on the dial of the Device that the weasel realized, to rising horror, he was still very much attached to. She gave it another, smaller tweak and Duke gasped, a shiver of pleasure coursing through him

"Oh can't I now?"