Mr What?
Mr. What
By BunnyBoy
This story and the characters in it are copyrighted to BunnyBoy. Although Breeze is copyrighted to his player.
Warning the story contains material of a sexual nature between adult males and implied cub sex. So if your too young or easily offended please go no further. Thank you for reading and please enjoy
Breeze huddled in his trench coat, watching one of the few lit windows in the house. It was a decent sized home and the family of lions within was very well off. If anyone had spotted the rather shabby squirrel hiding in the tree watching so intently they probably would have assumed he was casing it for a robbery. And they would have been right in a way. The late teen was focused on a single treasure housed with in, one he could see from his perch. The family had a single son, all of seven years old, and cute as a button. Breeze had spent weeks watching the house, following the boy and his guardians when they left, learning everything he could about the routine of those inside. The waiting was torture but it was necessary. If he made one mistake he could spend a lifetime in jail. It was the nightly shows that both gave him strength to go on, and drove him nearly to distraction.
The lions' young son, Roscoe, was something of an exhibitionist. Every night before bedtime he would strip down to nothing but his underwear and race around his room. Playing with toys, reading his books, or painting. It didn't matter which he did but at that time of the day he always had more fun when he was in the fur. The boy's parents didn't seem to mind, figuring he'd grow out of it. But it tended to drive his nursemaid into fits.
This was Breeze's problem. If the parents ever left, that blasted nursemaid was always there. It severely limited the squirrel's chances to sneak in some playtime with the boy. It looked like it was going to be another frustrating night for the squirrel. The parents had left to attend some stuffy showing at the theater, and left that confounded woman in charge of the boy. There would be no way in tonight. The young man sighs and goes back to watching his prey idly masturbating to the sight of the young cub's near naked body.
Movement towards the front of the house catches his eye. A tall mouse gentleman makes his way to the front door. "This is certainly out of the ordinary," thinks the squirrel. Could it be some one had spotted him? The man knocks on the door and flashes something to the young maid. There is a conversation but Breeze is too far away to hear what is said. He does hear the maid gasp before she runs into the house and grabs her coat before speeding down the street. The tall mouse just waves after her.
Breeze is puzzled but this doesn't seem to be about him, so the squirrel decides to stick around. Besides with that nosey maid gone this might be his best chance. The mouse heads inside, closing the door behind him. He must have known where he was going because almost instantly he's entering little Roscoe's room. The mouse kneels to talk to the boy for a moment before he stands up and walks over to the window. As he closes the curtains, the squirrel could swear that mouse looked right at him and winked. Despite the closed curtains there is still light coming from the room. Shadows thrown on the window show movement... a repetitive motion the young squirrel is quite familiar with.
With his show gone Breeze debates whether or not he should take off. Tonight's hunting is almost certainly ruined and he should probably find a new prospect as well. If that guy had seen him, then he might as well turn himself in to the cops. It made sense but the Squirrel had invested so much time on Roscoe it was almost a sin not to see it through.
He'd spent so much time debating it was only the sound of a slamming door that woke him from his thoughts. Standing in front of the house was a young deer with a spike horn, his inch long antlers shining in the gaslight. It wasn't till he straightened his tie that the squirrel realized what was wrong with the picture. That deer was wearing the same exact clothing the mouse had been. Breeze snuck over to the boy's room and found the window had been opened, and through the blowing curtains the squirrel could make out the recumbent form of Roscoe. The boy was now fully nude and sprawled across his bed, his fur shiny and matted in places. What the hell happened here? Breeze shimmies down the tree and does his best to follow the deer man.
Breeze doesn't have much trouble following the stranger, he's not trying to hide or otherwise be secretive. He whistles as he walks. Breeze falls into step a good deal behind the strange deer as they wend their way through twisting city streets. Soon they seem to reach their destination. It's a sweet shop on the east side of town.
"It figures," mutters the squirrel. "A candy shop, what better place to watch the little kits." As the deer fumbles with his keys Breeze steps up close to him. "Hey you." He speaks softly as he grabs the man by the shoulder. "You cost me two weeks of prime stalking."
Oddly, the deer doesn't seem surprised at all to have an angry young man confronting him. He spins around and smiles right into the squirrels face. "Oh good job. Congratulations, I was hoping you'd follow me. You're the first native to actually confront me in ages. You simply must come in." The door to the shop opens up and the strange deer slips away.
"Hey, what do you mean, 'native?'" shouts Breeze. It's too late though, the man is already gone. The lights in the shop turn up as the squirrel looks about, praying he's not stepping into some killer's little hideaway.
Inside, everything is bright and clean. Shelves full of every sort of confection the squirrel had ever seen line the wall, along with several he'd never heard of before. Despite all this, he instantly focused on the deer behind the counter. The man was looking at himself in a mirror studying his reflection like he'd never seen it before. "Look here!" shouts the squirrel. "What do you got to say for your self ruining my hard work like that? How the hell did you get in there anyway? And what sort of disguise was that? I was dead sure you were a mouse when you went in."
The deer doesn't turn around; he just studies his teeth in the mirror. "Well let's see. First off, sorry, I didn't know you were there. In some ways I wish you had gotten your playtime in. The cub was a virgin." He reaches up and gently feels his horns. "Second, I told the maid I was a detective, and that her young man had just been arrested on suspicion of burglary. I kindly offered to watch the lad while she was gone. It's all a case of mistaken identity and will be cleared up in the morning by the way." He turns around and smiles at the grubby little squirrel. "As for the last question, you were sure I was a mouse because when I went in I *was* a mouse."
"What?" Breeze just stares at the man, "What do you mean you were a mouse? That's impossible."
"For you maybe, but not me." He adjusts his tie. "You see, I'm an alien. I'm Mr. So what can I call you?"
"Mr. What?" Breeze is really confused now; this guy must be completely insane. "Yeah right you're an alien, a little green mouse from mars here to abduct our women."
The man laughs. "Exactly and no it's nothing like that. I swear there is nothing you people like more then spreading alien rumors. You saw me for yourself. Did it look like a have any interest in women? Besides, the mice on mars are red. It's a better camouflage." The deer sighs and pulls out a pocket watch and checks the dials. "I rather liked being a mouse, but of course being a buck has its advantages." He tugs on the waist of his trousers and peeks downwards before smiling quite happily.
Breeze's head is spinning trying to make sense of it all. "What the hell are you going on about? Look Mr. Exactly, give me three reasons I don't run for the authorities right now and have you hauled off as a danger to society."
The man sighs, "These first meetings are always the hardest. My name isn't Mr. Exactly."
Thrown for a moment, Breeze looks startled. "Well then what is your name?"
"Exactly." The deer smiles thinking the boy had finally got it. "What is my name."
"Exactly." The squirrel nods, "But that's what I said. Mr. Exactly."
"No, no you're still wrong. What is my name... You know, let's just forget that for now and get to your other statement." The deer sits on a stool behind the counter and opens a display of licorice for something to chew on. "First you wouldn't want to draw attention to your self by going to the police. Second you'd never find this place again. By the time you got back my shop would be gone. Third and most importantly if you ran off to tell on me I wouldn't be able to invite you along."
The man's first point is dead on, while the second is just confusing but it's the third that really causes him to stop. "What?" asks Breeze.
"Oh yes, you impressed me." The man takes a bite of his candy before going on. "Most men who spot me never follow me all the way back to the shop and you're the only one who's said anything to me in the longest time. So as a reward, I'm giving you the chance to come with me. We'll travel the whole of time and space. Meet wonderful people and bizarre civilizations, all while we have sex with their children. What do you say?"
The man is clearly insane, but the offer is intriguing. He had managed to get into the house when the closest the squirrel had been was a tree outside the window. He might be able to learn a trick or two. "Okay Mr. Whatever. I'm joining you."
"Oh so close." The deer swivels in his chair before grabbing a large lever that's mounted to the wall. Up until that point Breeze had assumed it was merely decorative.
There is a loud screeching noise from some where in the back of the shop and the ground under their feet lurched to the left. Also on the edge of hearing, the squirrel makes out a repeated sound, almost a high-pitched "yiffyiffyiffyiffyiffyiff" slowly fading into the distance. "What the hell was that? And what the hell is that thing?" This last comment is directed towards a small gray metal humanoid that had waddled into the room.
"The noise was me. I released the space-time brake. You did say you wanted to come after all." The tall deer glanced around and finally noticed the 3-foot tall mechanical bunny. "Oh and he is my personal robotic companion. Sort of a walking toolkit, chem. lab, library, housekeeper and prophylactic dispenser all rolled into one chatty package. Go on then, introduce yourself."
"Yes master." Says the little machine as he turns to face the much larger squirrel. "I am Cub-E. Fifth in a line of mechanical cub companions built by the Mr. I, the bunny model, am the most advanced unit to date. As well as the cutest." The little robot's voice is rather tinny, as the long metal ears waggle as it tries to act up its cuteness. Its features are rather plain on the outside, its face only bearing rudimentary features and a long black bar where its eyes should have been.
"'Course I should have remembered to program in humility this time," says the man as he sweeps down next to the squirrel. "Well, live and learn. Well at least live anyway. So would you like a tour of the shop before we reach our next destination?"
The sight of the robot unnerved the poor squirrel. He'd seen things like that before but they were just in books and movies. Suddenly this stranger's claim of alienhood didn't seem so far-fetched. "What do you mean destination? We are in a building. It's not like it can get up and walk down the street."
"No, of course not. We'd never find a spot down the street. It's too crowded." The strange deer pulls out a pocket watch and studies it. "We are moving 200 years that way," he says while gesturing wildly with his left hand. "And several million miles that way," now pointing towards the chocolate covered raisins. He closes the pocket watch with a snap and heads off behind the counter.
"You are completely nuts, you know that?" shouts the squirrel as he follows him through a beaded curtain behind the counter. He doesn't care anymore, strange little robot or no, there is no way this sweet shop is flying through space. "You must be completely out of your mind if you think for one... minute..." His mouth finally catches up with his brain. This back room is large. Way too big to be inside the building he'd followed the deer to. It was a massive vault with large sweeping staircases leading to landings that lead off the central hub. The architecture is rather odd, with most of the walls and flooring seemingly made of stone and wood.
Mr. just makes his way into the middle of the room. In the middle is a central pedestal covered in dials, and switches, sliders and buttons. "This is my ship. I call it "The Shop" for reasons that should be evident to anyone who's seen the outside. Usually it's just Cub-E and me here so we will need to find you a room. By the way you never did tell me your name."
The squirrel is staring up wondering just how high it goes. "Breeze." He whispers, "My name is Breeze."
"Well then Breeze I'd like you to come over here, if you would." The buck gestures to a bank of controls nearby. Dumbfounded the squirrel quickly complies. "Well now, to insure you're ready for space travel we're going to have to run a few tests. Mainly to see if you're in any shape to travel. Not carrying any infectious diseases, or brain eating parasites, or anything of that sort. Me, I'm not worried since my kind are immune to almost every bug out there, but just think of the children. You wouldn't want them to catch a cold now would you? Good, now drop your pants."
"Wait, why..." Breeze's voice catches in his throat as the little metal bunny grips his trousers and pulls them down. Before the startled squirrel can react a port on the bunny's muzzle opens up and engulfs that length of teenaged cock. The squirrel is surprised at how it feels. Inside the robots muzzle it's warm and soft, the suction tugging on his penis hungrily, deep throbbing vibrations pulse along the length coaxing the boy closer and closer. "Oh god!" groans the squirrel as he cums hard into the robot's muzzle. His dick slips from Cub-E with ease as the teenager falls to his knees.
"Mmmmmm." Hums the little bunny robot. "A good sized fluid sample was extracted master. Young Mr. Breeze is quite healthy sir and ready for departure."
The Mr. looks down on the boy smiling. "Well Cub-E's given you a clean bill of health, and since we've got some time before our next stop maybe you could help me with my own physical." The deer lets his pants puddle on the floor, His rather long cock bobbing gently before the gasping squirrel's muzzle. "It's a new body after all, I have to make sure all the bits and bobs are functioning. Come on, give us a kiss." The seeping head of that buck meat presses against Breeze's muzzle, and almost with out thinking of it the squirrel gives it a light lick. "That's a good boy. Now let's run the real test." The man almost purrs and he bends down. He lifts the still limp squirrel and props him against a console. One paw pushes the teen onto his back as the deer smiles. "A little old for me but still very nice. Cub-E give us a squirt." From the robot's right hand comes a small jet of something slick and fluid, generously coating the man's still dripping length as he lines up with the squirrels tight little hole. The little bot then waddles off quickly to attend to his other duties.
Breeze lets out a loud, long moan as the deer's thick length spreads that pucker wide open. The man pushes in, moving slowly, as he fills the boy's tight little ass. It hurts at first, it's been so long, but soon he adjusts and that burning pain fades away to nothing. "Oh, that's so good." He moans as that fat piece of venison pushes in to the hilt. Breeze whimpers softly as he feels the man's balls on his butt. Almost from instinct his soft fluffy tail curls up, the silky fur caressing the deer's thighs, fluttering with each careful thrust to softly slap at the man's tight rump.
Moaning softly, the randy buck's pace increases, pulling out slowly to savor the warm clenching tightness surrounding him before plowing his full length right back into the young squirrel's sweet little ass. Harder and harder, the alien thrusts into the boy. Grinding his hips against the teen's firm ass, he rocks the boy back onto his shoulders. "Yes," he whimpers, "So close." Above the thrum of the ships engines, and above the mewling sound of the squirrel writhing in pleasure, even above the deer's own grunts of passion, the sound that fills the room is the sharp slap of two bodies meeting.
Suddenly Breeze shudders and cries out, the jackhammer thrusts were just too much for the boy. As he cums, his legs wrap around the older man's waist, pulling his body in tight. The deer moans loudly. He was close already, but the sudden tightness as the squirrel climaxes was just too much. He slumps forward, collapsing onto the exhausted teen as each pulse of his cock sends a flood of hot juices into Breeze's guts. He pants softly as he nibbles on the squirrel's ear. "Well I'm no doctor but I think I can say everything is in perfect working order."