Not a Finger

Story by Muskwalker on SoFurry

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Musky visits an unfamiliar city and visits a friend who's become like a son to him for a weekend of feeding. The younger skunk is insistent that Musky waste no extraneous calories...


It was hard to get used to just how early it got dark here when winter came. Sure, you expect the evenings to be dark, but on this edge of the time zone the sun was already gone from the sky before five.

The combination of the darkness, the snowy weather, the traffic, and the unfamiliar city made finding the other skunk's place a bit of a tense experience--even with the little GPS trying its hardest to help I missed Barker Street more than once, and it took nearly twenty minutes to find anywhere to park, but eventually I found the building and was knocking at the apartment number he'd given me.

It's always scary to meet someone special in person for the first time. Will that chemistry you shared with them when meeting mind-to-mind carry over into meatspace?

Will they smell you coming and run away?

Every second between knocking on that door and seeing their face is an eternity.

I waited.

He answered the door.

The resemblance was stronger than I'd thought to expect, even though I'd seen many pictures of him: he was a little younger, certainly, and where my middle stripe was a cinnamon color, his was a pure amethyst, but the face and features that greeted me were very much a reflection of my own.

He embraced me in a rush. "Good to finally meet you, papa! C'mon--your food's all ready!" Taking me by the hand, he led me to his couch and sat me in front of his TV. "Be comfortable. You're not lifting a finger this weekend, you understand?"

"At all?"

"At all. Need anything, ask for it. I want to take care of you."

"Sure thing...son." I'd called him 'son' online for so long--since long before he'd been remodelled after me, even--yet it felt strange bringing that kinship into the real world.

"Good papa." He leaned in and kissed my snout. "Now let me get that food for you."

He returned from the kitchen bearing a large pizza, which he laid out on the coffee table in front of me.

Hungry, I leaned in to grab a slice, only to be held back by his paw. "Not a finger," he said. "Don't worry, papa, I've got you." He lifted the slice of pizza to my muzzle and I opened up for a grateful bite. "There you go, just like that. Keep eating. We'll get you nice and fat like you always wanted in no time."

I blushed deeply as he nudged bite after bite of pizza into me, the younger skunk rubbing his free paw over my belly as it filled.

Sadly, reality intervened and it wasn't long before I had to nudge my boy's paw away as he tried to give me more.

"What's wrong, papa? Not full already are you?"

I shook my head. "Nah. But you gotta give a guy somethin' to wash it down with too, don't ya son?"

He looked embarrassed, left the room with an apology, and returned with a two-liter of orange soda. I knew he wouldn't let me take it from him, so I leaned back and rubbed on my full gut as he uncapped the bottle and started pouring it down my throat.

After all that pizza, I'd never tasted anything so good.

Instead of using it to help me get the food down, he upturned the whole bottle and I swallowed gulp after gulp till my stomach started sloshing--all well and good in itself but after a however-many-hour drive it also reminds you that most of us are organic creatures and sometimes we have bladders to empty.

I moved to get up, but the other skunk pushed me back down. "Not a finger," he said.

"But I've gotta pee."

"Got you taken care of," he said, standing in front of me and pulling down the front of his sweatpants, revealing a plain white diaper. "You'll be filling this."

"Gonna put yer old man in diapers eh?"

He chuckled, and bent down to kiss my snout. "Much as I know you'd like that, getting you changed would still be too much effort. It's just this one you'll be filling."

He patted his own crotch, bringing it inches from my face. On an ordinary day I'd bury my snout in it so deep and just inhale the scent of it... "And how do you plan on making that happen? It'd probably take more aiming than I'd be allowed to do too, I'm sure."

"Don't be silly," he said. "You don't have to aim to fill a diaper."

I tried to ask what kind of riddle this was, but he shushed me and leaned in, rubbing a paw down my belly and sliding it down my pants. "Just let your boy take care of you..."

I felt his paw enclose around the base of my cock, which was soft from my need to release. Those fingers closed around the neck of my scrotum, and with cock and balls in hand he gave a hard yank.

There wasn't any pain--just an odd warping sound and a small pop and suddenly my genitals were free.

Free of my body, and sitting in my boy's paw.

I could still feel the warmth of his touch...

"You did not tell me you could do that," I said.

"Never did before," he said. "I'm...glad it worked as expected."

I looked up with some alarm, but he was only chuckling at me as he pulled down the front of his padding. "Just let your boy take care of you," he repeated.

He pressed my dick to his crotch, next to his own member, which could've been its twin. There was the firm pressure of one dick pressing against another, and...

...and then I was no longer looking at just my dick or his, but a strange, thick, conglomeration of the two--a double-barrelled member with two piss-slits aimed at my face and four balls dangling beneath.

He grinned, pulled the front of his diaper back up, and in a moment I felt what felt like my own dick releasing without me, filling my boy's padding with my pent-up piss, even though it was a couple feet away from my actual body.

"There...now that that's taken care of, shall we get back to eating?"

"What, but--" My paw reached down and gave my empty groin an experimental squeeze. It felt like nothing belonged there at all.

"One less thing for you to worry about," he said.

"Sure, but-- I mean-- my dick? I kinda, you know, don't mind having it handy..."

He chuckled and reached into his diaper, giving our combined shaft a squeeze. A phantom jolt of arousal shot through my crotch where there was no member to feel it.

"Papa. How many times have I got to say it?"

Let your boy take care of you. You don't have to lift a finger.

I inhaled deeply, trying to relax, but couldn't help from sounding a bit exasperated on the exhale.

"All right papa, we'll ease up on the food for now till you're ready to keep going. Till then...open your mouth."

Another riddle. No food, but open my mouth anyway? "What--"

The younger skunk stood in front of me, a little defiant and a little sad.

I realized that someone I cared about had been making special plans for me, even if they were a bit unusual, and this was how I was repaying him? Not like I hadn't lost my dick before.

"Sorry, son," I said, shutting my eyes and opening my muzzle wide.

There was a rustling of plastic in front of me, a scent of piss wafting in front of my snout, and suddenly that double-barrelled cock was in my mouth, slightly damp with piss but otherwise a mighty desirable piece of meat.

He held my head in his paws and started grinding in. I could see clear enough what his intent was, so I held still as that fat cock pistoned down my throat, filling my muzzle with heavy precum as I experienced the twin arousals of having my cock thrusting into a good warm throat and being the good warm throat I was being thrust into.

My whole body shook with each thrust and the tingling at the empty space at my crotch intensified as he made me bring myself nearer to climax. He squeezed the base of my ears like handlebars as he pounded into me, each thrust burying my snout in the softness of his crotch. He panted hard, and I could tell he was getting close, but I was closer--half that dick in my muzzle was already pulsing and shooting its load across my tongue before my boy leaned in, mumbled something about going to cum, and thrust in deep, filling my muzzle with even more hot seed.

I lay back in my seat as he put our dick away and went back to the kitchen for my next meal. I sat and watched the TV--cooking shows, designed to rouse my appetite--and idly stroked a paw over the empty patch at my crotch that my boy had left me. From the other end of the apartment I could feel my cock ensconced in the wet padding he was wearing.

Just a little more relaxation and that padding was a little wetter, the skunk's whimpering audible as I remotely wet his diaper. I could see the blush on his face as he returned with a plate of burgers and realized I'd be having a lot of fun with him later, when we got to...other needs.

"That's my boy. Always taking good care of me, and I don't even have to lift a finger."