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Infinity Unlimited had developed a special interest in Holmes-7 as a potential tourist parallel. Thing is, Centrum already had found and occupied the place. Small skirmishes had taken place, and though word hadn't made it back to Homeline of any purposein Centrum's occupation, a large number of agents had been lost. The local populace was unknown of the hidden war occurringuntil Reich-5 dropped an Überpanzer directly into the streets of London. With the echolike technology of the 1890s, Holmes-7 was likely to fall to ruins if we did nothing to stop it.

"I have no idea what you just said," I admitted, much to the amusement of the other players.

Gamemaster Button pulled on his collar and shortened it to, "Nazis from another dimension have decided to raid 1890s London with a building sized tank."

"And that's bad?" I asked teasingly.

"Are you secretly a Nazi?" One of the other players, a Robin, asked.

"Me?" I put my hands over my heart, glancing down at my character sheet and back up at the Robin, "No!" My character was secretly aCommunist.

"Anyone got a plan?" asked another player, I think his name was George, but don't quote me on that, he was a Chimp, and I hope that's not racist.

The last of the group, Mori, the overweight Owl girl, spoke up, "Do we still have that time bomb?"

"Which one?" The Robin asked, "We have two. One that actually explodes, and one that'll rip a hole open to another timeline."

"Which timeline?" George speculated, "Last time we did that we started a war between a clan of ninja and the space mafia."

"Jurassic-11," the Robin read off, "Probably not a good idea."

"I think it's the best idea," Mori argued, "Dinosaurs solve everything."

There was a excited air of agreement as the players all looked at a rather startled little Corgi. Gamemaster Button looked down at his session notes then back up at the players, "Really?"

"I suplex the T-Rex!" I shouted, tossing my dice at the table.

"Alright, that'll be..." Button thought for a second, "I'll have to look this up later, let's call it Wrestling minus six for now." He saw my grin, looked down at my dice reading 1-1-2, flicked his ear, and announced to the party, "So Macho Man Savage Dragon hooks both arms around the beast's side and hoists it over his head, colliding its skull with the ruined pavement. There's a round of cheers from the Centrum agents."

I threw my damage on the table and the T-Rex is pronounced subdued. There was a similar cheer from the physically present players.

"Oh yeah!" I shouted in my best Macho Man, "Ain't no prehistoric punk gonna get past me."

At about that time the Robin, cigarette already in beak, declared it time for a break. Mori bummed a smoke, and George offered to rush off for drinks. The whole ritual happened so fast, the table seemed like it emptied in a blink of an eye.

Button took a long breath, stretched his arms forward and looked at me with a doggy grin, "Having fun?"

I laughed, "Yeah, it's surprisingly exhausting."

"We've been at it for three hours," Button pointed out, "And honestly we've made it through most of what I have planned already. But I think I can manage the rest of the night."

"Good," I gave him a devilish grin, "Cause I intend to have you up for most of it."

Button's face flushed with color. He glanced to his front door, making sure no one was in earshot, and admitted, "I'll be pretty exhausted, I don't know if I'll be, uh... able..."

"I brought my little friend," I offered, trying to infuse the words with sultry implication.

Button froze, adjusted his pants, and carefully said, "Well now I'm going to be distracted the rest of the night."

I stood, ready to go powder my nose, but stopped short to give my little Corgi a kiss. His poofy tail wagged through the back of his seat, and he licked his chops after. Gods, the little puff ball was cute.

A few minutes and an empty bladder later, I found myself staring in his bathroom mirror. Call me vain, but I quite liked looking at myself. I spent a lot of time molding myself into my own little vision of beauty, and frankly speaking, I was pretty hot. Many have commented that I look surprisingly like Nick Wilde, and frankly, I took that as an excuse to dress the part. Of course, it hadn't always been a compliment, me being a girl and all, but life is full of assholes... and if I was lucky I'd be up in a cute one later.

I found Button in the kitchen, fixing something, I wasn't sure what it was. He had a frilly apron on and had just finished rolling out some dough. I watched in silence as he spread out cheese, then some sort of cold cut and sliced tomato. I didn't recognize the item asstromboli until he had it rolled up onto the pan and into the oven. I almost closed his oven for him, but his cute little rush to the freezer distracted me. He grabbed a handful of ice cubes to throw in with it before closing the oven door.

He wiped his hands on his apron and silently went in for another kiss. He then glanced over my shoulder to see if his friends had come back inside.

"Hey," Button asked nervously, "Uh, what pronouns do you prefer?"

I blinked, "No one's asked me that one before."

He didn't miss a beat and began cleaning up the mess of flour all over his counter, "I've been careful not to use any, but I think someone will notice after a while."

I considered that for a second, then thought about what his friends might think of me if they found out I wasn't a guy. If you had asked me a week prior, I probably would have been really opinionated about the idea, but I hadn't even thought about it.

"I'll trust your judgment," I said.

Button grabbed a sponge and started handling dishes, "I don't really know anything about trans... uh... -vestites?"

I laughed, sneaking up behind him, "You're so cute when you get sensitive."

His spine shot up as he realized I was standing inches behind him. He was still holding onto the soapy bowl, but his body reacted to my hands sliding up his side. I grasped each of his... oh he'd hate me for calling them boy boobs, but he was just chubby enough to have little handfuls of fluff, and his reaction was just perfect for it.

"If I told my mom," he sighed out, his breath hot with lust, "Would you want me to call you a boyfriend or..."

"What do you want?" I whispered into his ear.

His legs writhed as my groin pressed against his perfectly round booty. For the briefest moment, I wished I had a real dick, just so I could let him feel it through my pants.

"I want you to fuck me," he groaned, "But that's beside the point."

The front door opened in the distance and I spun off the pup, landing with an elbow on the kitchen counter and my best conman grin. The other players showed up with shopping bags full of snacks and sodas. The Robin offered me a beer, so I took it, popped the cap with my claw, and thanked him with a nod. I'm damned good at the guy thing.

Button was soon done with the dishes, mentioned the stromboli in the oven, which caused Mari to guiltily put away a bag of gummi squids, but did little to stop the guys from munching on greasy chips, and we all got our affairs in order. It was time to get back in game.

"Which one's the real Hitler?" I somehow found myself asking.

"They're all the real Hitler!" Agent Smith shouted back, his player George took a sip of beer before explaining, "They're not clones, they're from alternate timelines," George glanced at Gamemaster Button who nodded, "We'll need to stop all of them."

"But vhat could cause them to vork together like this?" Count Numbers questioned, his player Mori took a long look at Button who shrugged, "Do vhey not have vheir own Germanies to lead?"

"If we don't do something quick," the wizard pointed out, "they'll all get away, possibly to different timelines. I don't think any of us can track them if that happens."

"What if we grab one?" I voiced Macho, "Then when he wakes from the smack down, we can ask him all kinds of questions."

There wasn't total agreement, but it was a plan. We burst down the door to the hidden meeting room, the wizard throwing a fog spell to cover us from random fire. Count Numbers was the first in, his vision unfazed. I followed shortly after, Agent Smith on my tail. In the confusion, the Nazis tried to scatter to take cover and fire upon us, but Agent Smith had his murphionic field projector active, causing most of their guns to fail. The field also caused me to trip over my own two feet, but Count Numbers grabbed a Hitler, and quickly melded into the shadows. I wound up shot by a stray bullet, but responded by throwing a table at the man and breathing fire at his friends. The Nazis made their retreat, frightened by the display, but we all made it out alive. The warehouse did not.

"And I think we're going to end it there," Button scratchedhis forehead, "My head sort of hurts after all that."

"Don't tell me you're getting a headache," I quipped.

He looked up at me, not getting it.

Mori did, and gasped in excitement, "Button! Did you find yourself a boyfriend?"

The boys at the table each looked uncomfortable at that moment.

"Uh..." Button looked at me, then back at Mori, then back at me.

"More or less," I helped.

Mori's eyes brightened into little stars, "Ooo, you're such a cute couple!"

George put a hand on Mori's shoulder, "Please, Mori, not everyone has to know about your guy on guy fetish."

"Dude," I butted in, "Guy on guy's the best."

This got a laugh from the Robin, though not a pleasant one. Button on the other hand blushed furiously. Mori looked like she wanted to say something further but knew it would be wrong.

The players continued to banter for a while, curious as to what would happen when we interrogated our prisoner.The last of the stromboli was eaten, and we all said our farewells.

Mori glanced at me, "You're staying after?" She grinned almost out the door.

I let the creep factor slide, obviously she thought I was cute, which worked for me, "Yeah," then just to see the look on her face I added, "He's had me worked up all night."

Her eyes grew wide, "Oh, can I watch?"

I paused, looked over at Button, who was cleaning the table. The little Corgi peered at us, his eyes the size of dinner plates, though I wasn't sure if he had heard us.

"Maybe some other time," I joked.

Mori's eyes lit up in excitement. I hoped she didn't take me literally. But she rushed off to her car a little spring in her step. I watched her go, unsure if I had done something wrong.

"I think she likes you," Button stated.

I walked back the table, "Oh really?"

"I don't blame her," Button commented, "You are pretty hot."

I pulled him into a kiss. Without a warning, my chubby little puff ball yipped before melting into the embrace. His paw found a spot on my chest, fumbling against my chest wrap through my shirt.

"So hot," he repeated.

***

I pressed into him a little more, leaning past his lips to kiss him on the side of his neck. I pushed him onto the table, letting my hands slip down his sides and dip into his pants. I took in his scent, only a little masked by cheap but pleasant cologne.

He sighed amorously, letting me explore to my heart's content. My fingers dug into his cute loaf butt through his briefs, his own still on the table edge for balance. I couldn't help but smile as he quivered to my touch, but I wanted more.

"How do you want me?" I whispered into his ear.

He hesitated, but recovered well with, "In every way."

I laughed coyly, as I slid my hands around to work the button on his pants, "Every way?"

The question confused him, the little virgin, as he struggled to articulate his desires, but I didn't leave him to suffer.

"How about we start things simple?" I asked, unzipping his pants and sliding them down.

I took the chance to glance down, he was sporting a painful looking erection, a little wet spot on his briefs at the tip. I slid my fingers up it, gagging how hot and ready he was, and believe me, he was.

"Simple?" He asked, still uncertain.

I longed for him to stop shaking, but I had to work slow. It was so fucking adorable though, just the confused but wanting face he was making behind his crooked glasses.

"Would you like me to suck your dick?" I offered.

"You'd do that?" Button asked, a little disbelief in his voice.

Rather than answer I hooked each thumb in either side of his briefs and slowly dragged them down. His hot bone pulled down with the elastic band until it was mostly exposed, then it sprung back up flicking a little precum at my face, catching me on the cheek.

"Sorry," Button apologized, his eyes turning away from me in embarrassment.

I wouldn't have him go limp on me again, so I pulled his snout back over to me in a passionate kiss, our lips locking tight. I forced my tongue in to play with his, his dick responding to that in my paw. I think I found one of his kinks.

I pulled away from the kiss to tell him, "You don't have to apologizefor anything. I want you to feel good. I want you."

The slack jawed amazement in his face was adorable, but quickly dismissed by a look of sheer pleasure as I gripped a little tighter on his throbbing member. While his eyes were closed, I snuck down to my knees and got a closer look at his erection.

He wasn't large, but the little hint of a knot at his base promised a good time anyways. I just needed to be careful, he lost it last time, but I couldn't help but get a taste of his pre still dripping out. It was salty-sweet, and so warm and wholesome, but the flesh was just the flesh was so musky I would have to go back for more.

His knees locked as I dragged my tongue up from the base to tip and in one smooth motion took him all in my maw. I felt a hand on my ear before he shied away and let me suckle on him like a lolly. He thoughtlessly bucked a bit, pushing his growing knot against my nose. I worked my tongue around the tip a bit before diving back in, and to no one's surprise he spurted a full load into my throat within the first minute.

Realizing what he had done, Button apologized again, "Sorry, I... it just felt so good, I couldn't hold it."

I looked up at him with a grin, and a little thought occurred to me. I opened my mouth to show him his spunk on my tongue, then swallowed, hoping he'd get the reference when I showed him my clean tongue after. Gears turned in his head, but he obviously didn't watch the same cartoons I did as a horny teenager.

I stood back up to give him a chase little kiss on the cheek. He was so wide eyed, that I decided maybe it wasn't exactly time to get up in his asshole. I would just have to keep my strap on hand just in case he was up to it.

"So how was it?" I asked, still using my gruff boy voice.

Button blinked, then adjusted his glasses and searched for the right word, "Amazing," is what he ended up with.

I looked down to realize his legs were shaking, so I gave him a little grin and admitted, "You did pretty good too."

Button considered this, looking down at his swollen knot and back up at me, "But I didn't do anything."

"But you stayed hard this time," I jokingly gave his knot a little squeeze, "Maybe in a few more goes this little guy with be tied up in me."

His confusion softened into a smile, "I'd like that."

I looked over at the clock, realized it was pretty late, and gave a mock yawn, "I guess it's time I get out of here."

Button pulled up his briefs, but gave me the puppy dog wide eyed pout, "You're not going to stay to cuddle?"

I blinked at that, "You know what? Maybe I will."