Racoon see, racoon do
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Author's Comments:
Well, this is my third as last fic within this short period. I'm pooped, my motivation to right this is way down, and it took me every ounce of energy to finish this fic. Not my best work, but I'm glad it's over. I just need to proof read it and I'll be through.
This story came about because of quotes of a conversation I was imagining between Verne and R.J., most of which didn't make the final cut because I felt they were too redundant to the plotline. I had every best intention in the world going in this, but in the end writing three porn fics back to back makes it hard to be creative. I hope I'll still manage to please someone out there.
As for my future plans, I'm getting back to writing my novel (which will be of an unpornographic nature). I'm hoping to have a nice product by the end of the year. At least something I could send to an editor who would tell me everything I did wrong. I'll make sure to keep the fans who would remain interested posted (all three of you I'm sure).
And as always, you may contact me by e-mail at [email protected], ICQ: 11722319, Y!: bahamutdragons, MSN: [email protected] (don't use as e-mail) or AIM: BahamutSDragons.
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Racoon see, racoon do
Verne was sitting near the pond when R.J. found him. The days events had shook them all, having to fend off some humans, not to mention a maniacal bear and it was a lot to take for the turtle. Verne was like the leader of the pack and as such felt that everything was his responsibility. R.J. knew that and felt he had to go apologise to the turtle for creating such a commotion.
Since the racoon had infiltrated their group, he realised that he had been nothing but trouble. Of course at first he didn't care, he just wanted to have his business with the bear dealt with, but now R.J. realised that he had to make amends for all the trouble everyone had gone through since he arrived. And it would probably be best to deal with Verne first since he had been somewhat rejected by the rest of the crew.
Verne was happy that all the commotion was over and dealt with and that now they might be able to live a calmer life. Being a turtle, he naturally enjoyed things slow and for the longest time, the animals under his care had agreed to it. He was afraid that the racoon's influence would make them do foolish things. A catastrophe seemed unavoidable and now he had to think about how to avoid it.
"Hey there buddy," he heard behind him as the racoon jumped from out of the bushes, which startled the tortoise who had been lost in thought. "What are you up to?" R.J. insisted as he approached his friend.
"Just being here, all by myself, lost in thought," he responded in an as cheerful voice he could muster. R.J. was not convinced.
"You seem to be lost in thought a lot. In fact, you also seem to purposefully isolate yourself a lot from the pack because of it. You do know that there are other things out there then planning everything, right?"
Verne had realised that planning caused him to isolate himself purposefully from his friends. He just had less trouble thinking about everything when they weren't there to break his flow of thought. Ultimately, he did it to help his friends and guide them better. He would do anything for them and he wasn't sure if R.J. could understand that.
"What's important," Verne finally said, "is to keep my friends safe. They mean everything to me, they're my only family. And if it means that I have to stay a part a little to help them better, then it's a sacrifice I accept to make."
"They mean a lot to me too, but you can't worry about everything all the time man! You need to live life more Verne."
"I do live life."
"You call what you have a life?" R.J. confronted his friend. "You're not living, you're surviving. You're all surviving! And really, what's the point of surviving if you can't live a little."
"How can you live if you don't survive?" Verne replied back.
"I've managed to do both."
"Yeah? Well you lived in the wild. You don't have a home, you just go from place to place and take what you need and do what you'd like. This place is different. How can you understand how we feel with our human neighbours constantly trying to capture us?"
"I didn't have a home. I do now, here, with my friends."
Verne felt a bit guilty about yelling at his friend. Still, it really got to him that the racoon was so careless and that he would risk the lives of the pack for a little fun. It didn't seem right to the turtle and he would never agree to it.
"Look R.J., all I'm saying is that humans are nothing but trouble and that we should avoid them at all costs. We can make plenty with the resources of our land and we don't need to go steal from the humans to do so."
"It's not stealing Verne, they're just throwing it away." R.J. had learned a lot about human lifestyles since he had first described them to the group and understood them a lot better now. He was still surprised that they worshipped the food however. "Besides, even though you might not want to admit it, humans have good points too. Who else could have come up with the television? Or microwave popcorn? And let's not forget about all that glorious food. There's no reason to ignore them altogether, we have so much to learn from them!"
"Humans are what almost got us captured last time. I say we do our thing, live our lifestyles and leave them to theirs."
"I assure you that you've not seen everything good that humans can do. I've once saw..." but R.J. was unable to continue. Turning to his friend, the turtle found him slightly blushing. It was the first time Verne had seen the racoon even remotely uncomfortable about anything. If nothing else, it spiked his curiosity.
"What?" he asked, trying to control his (hopeful/desiring/curious) voice, "what did you see?"
"Well I saw two of them... mating."
"That's it? They were mating? What's so special about that? Animals do it just as much, it's nothing weird or special."
"They were two male humans and believe me, you've never seen an animal do what they were doing... although one of them was as hairy as a bear."
'Two males?" the turtle thought, surprised. "But how can they... oh... OH..." Now he understood and he had a visual in his mind to boot."
"And believe me Verne, even if you think you got it, there's no way you can think of all the crazy stuff I've seen."
R.J fell silent again. They were now both lost in thought about what the raccoon had just said. Verne's imagination, usually employed to good use to plan things out, was now diverted to perverted thoughts. He imagined two nude generic male humans bum to crotch and it wasn't a very nice sight. But as he tried to think of something else, he found the human figured changing to his racoon friend receiving a butt load of turtle cock. No amount of willpower could prevent him from getting erect and he quickly placed his hands over his crotch, hoping to hide his discomfort.
But Verne wasn't the only one with a perverted mind and R.J. was also imagining himself with his friend, receiving it hard up his tight love hole. The racoon couldn't explain the sensation he had. It didn't feel like during mating season; this instinct was primal in a different way. It wasn't about instinctual procreation, it was lust and friendship towards his friend. And even if he was uncomfortable about it, he knew that Verne wanted this to happen as much as he did. Taking a different approach to his arousal, R.J. spread his legs and let his erection display to the world, all the while trying to hide his discomfort at his own boldness.
Verne didn't notice R.J.'s shyness, his eyes trying to avert from his coon-meat, his mouth unwittingly watering and his whole body tensing up. Slowly, the turtle emulated his friend, removing his hands from his slightly larger cock and reclining on his back, arms spread for balance and legs spread for display to any one to see his full maleness. His face was an interesting hue of green and red, with no fur to help hide it.
The racoon was satisfied that Verne was following his lead. It would make things a lot easier for them to play "human". R.J. leaned his hand and casually passed it along Verne's leg, causing him to tense up. The racoon found a bit funny how every touch made his friend tense up. He decided to break his tension by jumping on him without warning.
The surprise had an unexpected twist as Verne literally jumped out of his shell. After an initial shock by both animals, R.J. leapt once more and landed on his friend. Their bodies tangled as they rolled on the soft soil, trying to get the upper hand in the impromptu challenge. Having a heftier musculature, Verne quickly got the advantage.
"Ah ha!" Verne shouted as he pinned his friend's arms to the friend. R.J didn't mind one bit however and he humped his hips, playfully rubbing his exposed cock against his friend's. Verne had not anticipated the tactic and the brief shock was enough for the racoon to turn the situation around.
"Ah ha!" R.J. said as he pinned Verne down as well. And then in a single inspired move, he attached his lips to Verne's. The kiss was awkward at first, but the turtle quickly got the hang of it and returned the favor as best he could. He enjoyed feeling his friend's soft chest against his own.
After a moment, R.J. broke the kiss and instead concentrated his attention on the neck, then the shoulders. As he backed out, he was forced to release his grip on the turtle's arms, but Verne had no intention of fighting back. He just closed his eyes and accepted the playful kisses and licks. He knew where this was going and had no desire to stop it.
The racoon finally reached the groin and proceeded to delicately rub the thighs, the hanging ball sack and the rock hard shaft, now standing tall and proud. He kissed the tip and continued all along its length, teasing his friend with his warm breath, silently promising pleasures like Verne has never seen or even knew existed before this moment
The turtle's breath became deeper and faster as he felt R.J.s sensual touch. He felt tortured as his mate teased his sensitive spots without truly committing to them. Although R.J. had admitted to never trying this out, the turtle couldn't possibly imagine this sensation getting better.
And then it did. A loud "Ohhhhhh!" escaped Verne's mouth as the racoon finally slipped his whole cock in his mouth, his hands grabbing the soil under him has his hips jerked upwards. The turtle was completely under the racoon's spell, each touch and suck sending a new shiver down his spine.
R.J. had observed the humans enough to know not only how to do it, but more importantly how to do it right. He bobbed his head as fast as he could, using one of his hands to jerk the base of Verne's shaft. The taste was unexpected, not bad, kind of salty on his tongue. He especially enjoyed seeing his friend react to all of his motions and could learn what Verne preferred.
It was all over too soon as the turtle unconsciously grabbed his friend's head and spit his load in his mouth. R.J. had no choice but to swallow the turtle's warm juices and was surprised as to how many gobs he sent off. Every new wave brought a new spasm, and once he was through, Verne collapsed back on his back, panting loudly. He had never mated before and this first experience had been one of the most intense and pleasurable experiences in his life.
Satisfied with the results, R.J. slipped back forward and cuddled in the strong arms of the amphibian, who was all too happy to hug him tightly. They remained silent for a few moments as they both played the event back in their minds. Being together had seemed so natural at the time, which had surprised them both. They were used to being at odds, but now they knew that at least they could have one thing in common. And what a glorious act this was.
"Thank you," Verne whispered to his friend, breaking the silence.
"Don't thank me yet," R.J. replied with his natural enthusiasm. "I'm not through with you yet green-boy."
Verne wondered what R.J. had in mind, when the racoon got back up and kneeled with his back to the turtle. Then, he got on all four legs and lifted his tail, presenting his rump like a female might. Inexperienced as he was, Verne knew automatically what R.J. wanted. In a second, his cock became hard again as if nothing had happened.
He slowly approached him friend, unsure sure of how to proceed. Like everything he did, Verne wanted to make sure this went well. He wanted R.J. to feel as much pleasure as he had. Although inexperienced, the turtle knew that just suddenly penetrating the racoon would likely be painful, so he licked a finger and slowly inserted it in the tight orifice. He felt a lot less resistance than he had expected, although as if the hole craved to be filled. Regardless, he made sure R.J. was well stretched before he removed his finger and placed the head of his cock at his mate's rear entrance.
"Are you ready?" he asked, still somewhat fearful of hurting him.
"Do it fast, one hit," R.J. responded as he grabbed the ground and braced for impact.
Verne grabbed his friend's hips, they both took a deep breath, and in a single stroke he jammed his cock completely inside, disregarding all the tightness. He heard R.J. take a deep breath and stopped moving for a while. He was afraid that he had been too abrupt. But soon the racoon recovered and started rocking his hips, clenching the cock between his buttocks and milking the turtle.
His mate took the cue and thrust his hips as well, meeting his mate's own rhythm. They were going at a turtle pace at first, since the racoon needed to adjust to the feeling. Verne didn't mind however, he liked things done perfectly and perfection took time.
Every thrust brought a pair of sounds from the racoon: a strong slurp sound and a deep moan. Those sounds made Verne smile, who knew that he was doing this right.
The sensation was exquisite for R.J., who had never experienced anything like it. He had wondered very often how it felt to be filled with a thick cock, and now that he knew he had some regrets to not have pursued the opportunity before today, with someone else. Still, somehow it was fitting that his first homosexual sexual experience and really any sex at all, would be with the turtle.
His thoughts were swiftly brought back to the present as Verne started thrusting harder and harder, as if he was trying to push deeper into the tight puckered hole. Both males grunted as they met each other push for push. Verne's tempo was steadily increasing, proving that just because he was a turtle didn't mean he had to go slowly.
On the contrary, the more he thrust, the faster Verne wanted to thrust again. And R.J. was more then content to receive the full impact and push against him. He felt his own orgasm rising with every new push from the turtle and knew that he wouldn't be able to contain himself for much longer.
Pressure built at a rapid pace as both animals pumped as fast as they could, and R.J. was the first to feel release the amphibian's cock pushed him over the edge. His load shot in the air and landed in the dirt around, and on his chest. Verne's thrusts increased in speed and strength as R.J. felt his orgasm strike, and soon followed his friend into pleasure. The racoon felt the warm cream fill his tight hole and intensity of Verne's orgasmic shivers.
It had only been a moment, but it had been a great moment. Verne feel backwards into the mud, panting heavier then before, his now limp cock sliding out of the orifice with a last slurp sound. He never felt himself smile as much as he did now. And on the other end, R.J. did end same, panting heavily.
"Ok, now that was something else," the racoon said. Verne could only nod his agreement. Minutes passed before Verne broke the silence.
"We should be getting back to the others. I'm not sure I'm ready to be found like this just yet."
R.J. agreed and after washing themselves up in the puddle, Verne put his shell back on and they made way back towards the television.
"You know, we should get Hammy in on this sex thing," R.J. said as they walked back towards their friends, who were bundled up watching a horror flick. "With his hyper activeness, I'm sure he'd be a bomb."
"That at least we can agree on," Verne said as he put an arm around his friend.