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"What in the fuck is the meaning of this?!"

Just about the entire office could hear the bellowing, angry cry of their boss, Robinson. The ceiling above them shook from the sheer volume of the yell first, then the thundering footsteps of the fat raccoon shortly afterwards.

Jude didn't look the least bit fazed by his employer's outburst, and calmly repeated what he'd said.

"Someone's been taking money out of your account, it seems to have been going on for months now. The amounts were quite small until recently, which is why we never noticed it." Jude explained, keeping a calm, stoic expression.

"How didn't we notice!? Who did it, where does he live? I want to know NOW!" Robinson was red in the face. Why wouldn't he be? Someone had been stealing his hard earned money and doing god knows what with it.

"We've managed to find the one responsible, so if you'll allow it, we can take care of it ourselves with the proper authorities." Jude suggested.

While it was appealing to think of this crook sitting behind bars, Robinson had a different idea.

"No. Give me his address, I'm going to teach this guy a lesson myself. Who are they?"

Jude walked over to a computer he had resting on Robinson's desk and carried it over to him. On screen was a picture of a mouse that looked to be in his mid 20s. Black rimmed glasses covered his green eyes, his fur was pure white, and it didn't seem like he was very tall.

"His name?" Robinson said, looking the man's picture over.

"Midas." Jude replied.

Robinson smirked at the screen. "Midas. You have no idea what's coming for ya."

Midas woke with a start, heaving his breaths as the remnants of a bad dream faded from his mind. He couldn't even remember what it was, just that something had scared him awake. He glanced at the bright, neon red numbers on his alarm clock. Ten AM. Well, it's about as good a time to wake up as any. He yawned as he tossed the blankets off from his bed, skirting around the computer desk that sat right next to it. His room was fairly tiny, but with his lanky body he didn't mind it. He felt it was pretty convenient he could roll right into his bed after he was finished working on his computer.

He stumbled into his kitchen, pulling a box of cereal from the cabinet right before a loud, pounding knock echoed through his apartment. He fished his phone out of his pajama bottoms and was surprised to see no new notifications. Who could possibly be visiting him out of the blue? He set the cereal down and walked to his door.

"What do you want and why are you knocking so lou-" He began to say before he finally got to look at who was on the other side of the door.

It was the face of the man who he'd been stealing money from. He began to panic, but kept a calm facade up for the moment.

"Can I help you? I don't think I've ever met you before." Midas said.

The fat raccoon took up the entire doorway and then some, and was he sweating just from the walk up the apartment complex steps?

"Cut the shit kid, and let me in. I know you've been stealing money from me." The raccoon snapped.

Midas froze for a moment, but continued to try and mask his mounting panic.

"I'd never steal money from someone! What kind of-"

"My assistant pulled your picture up and everything. That's how I got here. If you don't let me in, I'll just go to the cops with this." Robinson said.

The last thing he wanted was for the authorities to get involved, so he reluctantly stepped away from the door.

Watching the fat raccoon try to squeeze himself through the door the first time was almost humorous enough to distract Midas from the situation he found himself in. His gut was so huge the door frame squished it as he struggled to push past it, looking like he almost wouldn't make it before his entire gargantuan body lurched forward just as he looked like he'd be stuck.

His living room was sparsely furnished, but it did at least have a couch and a flat screen he'd taken from home. The mouse cringed a bit as Robinson flopped his fat ass onto his couch, and heard the entire floor groan in protest.

He had no idea why a bigwig like him wouldn't just turn him in which was making him incredibly anxious. He finally broke the silence as Robinson caught his breath on his couch.

"So, why are you here at my house? Why not just turn me in?" Midas asked.

"Because," Robinson huffed. "I'm gonna fuck your thieving ass into this couch so hard it breaks, then maybe I'll buy you a new one."

The mouse just stared at him for a few seconds, mouth agape. "I'm.. sorry but, what?"

"You heard me. Now get your clothes off." Robinson commanded.

He knew if he didn't go along with it, he'd be screwed. Well, he was screwed either way, but at least the raccoon might be fun. He reluctantly lowered his hands to his pants, slowly tugging them off. He didn't wear underwear with his pajama bottoms, and his flaccid, cut length flopped free. His shirt followed soon after, and the lanky mouse was left totally bare before the raccoon.

Robinson brought his paws to his pants, tossing them off once he managed to push them down his jiggling legs. Sat on the mouse's couch, legs spread, with an obvious bulge stretching his briefs, Robinson beckoned the mouse over.

No sooner had he dropped to his knees, Midas found his face shoved right into the raccoon's sweaty underwear bulge. He could feel the heat of the raccoon's dick pulsing against his face, only amplified by how sweaty he was. He could smell his musk, thick and sweaty. It almost overwhelmed his sensitive nose, but he felt his own cock slowly hardening with every whiff he got.

Robinson was furious at the mouse, obviously, but seeing his face between his legs, and how much he seemed to be enjoying his scent started to help channel his anger into arousal. He pulled his underwear off, letting his thick, pink dick slap the mouse in the nose.

"You don't want me to-" Midas began to say, only to, again, have his head be shoved right down into Robinson's crotch.

The moment his mouth made that "O" shape, he felt his mouth forcefully stuffed with a few thick, throbbing inches of the raccoon's cock. He struggled for a moment, struggling to breathe before he felt his muzzle completely filled with the fatty's throbbing erection. It poked the back of his throat, and once it did, gave a hard, pulsing throb. A trickle of hot, sticky pre flowed down his throat shortly after.

He didn't have much time to adjust, since the moment he wasn't choking, Robinson started to pump his hips. He could see the raccoon's lower half jiggle and ripple with every thrust. He wondered just how much he weighed, to have as much fat as he did. He didn't get to dwell on it for too long, as he felt Robinson's dick be yanked from his throat. Robinson slapped the soaking wet, throbbing length onto his nose again, tapping his face with it.

"You got lube? Or is spit enough," Robinson said with a sneer.

He was not about to try and take that with just a spitjob, so he scrambled to his room and came back with a bottle of lube. Robinson scoffed once he saw it. A dark label on a bottle filled with white, slick fluid.

"You really buy this? Whatever. It'll work." He said as he snatched the bottle from the mouse.

It took some adjusting, but Midas was finally kneeling on all fours on the couch with Robinson looming behind him, slathering the last bit of lube over his cock as it hovered near the mouse's plump ass cheeks.

"You got a cute ass, rat. Maybe if you turn out to be fun I'll let you keep some of they money you stole." He said before pressing his hips forward.

He felt the tiny mouse's entire body tense up as the head speared into him. Hot, tight muscles surrounded his cock, trying to resist his entry. He sunk in easily anyway, aided by the lube. His full, swinging balls rested heavy against the mouse's own as his cock pulsed within him. He grabbed his hips and began to thrust with vengeance.

When he said he was going to fuck him so hard he would break the couch, he meant it. He would damn well try anyway. The claps of his thrusts echoed loudly in the room as the mouse struggled to keep his balance. He could hear the couch creaking and groaning with every heavy, forceful buck of his hips. His heavy balls slapping against the mouse over and over again and the pitiful little moans and grunts he heard from the mouse only made him more excited.

He felt the mouse tense up again, and looked down just in time to see him splatter a thick rope of cum right onto the other arm of the couch. He thrust through the entire duration of the mouse's orgasm, watching him make a mess of the cushions while his ass milked him even harder.

Robinson put all of his weight in the last thrust, knocking the mouse onto his stomach as he bore down on him. WIth most of his weight pressing down on him, he began to unload into the mouse. He just kept going, on and on, until his seed poured down the mouse's legs and pooled onto the already cum-soaked cushions.

Sweaty and exhausted, Robinson pulled himself out of the mouse, smirking at his work.

Midas didn't move for a good few minutes, only shakily getting back to his feet long after Robinson had cleaned himself off.

"Anyway, if you let me fuck you a few times a month, you can keep borrowing money for whatever it is you were doing. But you'll do whatever I want ya to, got it?" Robinson said as he reached for his pants.

"Y-Yes, sir." Midas meekly replied.

Just as he was about to start dressing himself, Robinson grinned to himself and approached the mouse. His balls were eye level with him while he was sitting, and Midas could already see the sheen of sweat glinting in the light.

"Lick these clean before I go." Robinson demanded.

Midas shyly brought his face near them, and began to drag his tongue over the sweaty ballsack. His thighs eclipsed his vision, all he could see and taste was the raccoon's chubby crotch as he lapped away the beads of sweat. He wanted so badly to reach out and squeeze the raccoon's thighs... But just as he made a move to, Robinson stepped away.

"Next time." He teased, pulling his briefs back up.

Robinson may not have left with his money back, but a new piece of tail to cash in on every few weeks wasn't bad either.