A Couple of Toys
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A Couple of Toys For Heru By Draconicon Images for Story Include: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/10672226/ http://www.furaffinity.net/view/10689683/ http://www.furaffinity.net/view/10724257/ http://www.furaffinity.net/view/10776533/
All Art by FA: Johawk
Stan smirked at the pair of delinquents with their hands against the wall. His flashlight flicked between the two of them, shining on their backs and in their eyes as they turned to look at him.
"This is bullshit. Come on, we don't have anything wrong."
"Calm down, Han, it's not like -"
"Hey, I'm not letting some rodent tell me what to do, even if he's got a police badge."
The mouse chuckled, shaking his head at the snake and sparrow. Their IDs named them as Han and Tilo, respectively, but he was surprised to find college cards on the two of them. They must have gotten a bit of an early graduation from the local high school or something.
"Look. I got a report that there were a pair of kids around here that were passing out some marijuana to some of the locals. I'm just gonna check your bags, and then I'm going to let you go. Provided I don't find anything, of course."
"Eat shit."
"Han!"
"He's got no right, Tilo! I mean, fuck, the prick's a tiny little squirt, and I bet he doesn't even have a gun."
Shaking his head, Stan nodded towards the gym bags on the ground.
"Kick them over here, and keep your hands on the wall."
"You -"
"One more time. Kick it over, or I'm going to have to take harsh measures."
The sparrow kicked it over, at least. Nodding in approval at the bird, the rodent turned his glance to the reptile. Han glared over his shoulder for a moment before slowly pushing his bag back. It scraped across the rough alley, coming to a stop a step away from the mouse. He chuckled.
"See, was that so hard?"
Neither of them answered, and Stan got to work. Picking up the bags, he carried them back to his car on the far end of the alley. He didn't worry about the pair of them running off; after all, one end of the alley was a solid stone wall almost twenty feet tall, while the other was blocked by him. They weren't going anywhere unless they were going with him.
Glancing towards them again, the mouse made sure they weren't looking before reaching into his leg pocket. Pulling out a small green packet, he tossed it into the snake's bag. He pulled out a second one, hesitating over the sparrow's bag before he put it away again. Better not, he thought. The snake had a small record - even though it was a juvenile one - but the sparrow was clean. More than that, they'd deny it more if they both had weed in their bags, where just one of them having it was harder to disprove.
"What's the hold up? They're empty, so let us go!"
"Seriously, will you just shut up? You're going to get in trouble again."
"Actually, you're both in some pretty deep shit."
They whipped their heads around as he walked back to them, throwing the snake's bag onto the ground between them. The packets of marijuana in clear plastic bags were easily visible, and the sparrow gaped at them. The snake sputtered, but couldn't say anything.
"I thought you quit!"
"That isn't mine!"
"Like hell it's not, it's your bag, and you know I don't touch that stuff."
"Fuck. Tilo, you know I don't -"
"You did, and looks like you still are."
Oh, this was just getting better and better. Stan stifled a chuckle as the two young men argued. They were already at each other's throats and he hadn't had to do a damn thing. It was almost too fun to interrupt. Almost. If he hadn't had a job to do, though, he would have happily let them continue.
"Excuse me, but we're not done just yet."
Han turned his head.
"What are you talking about, mouse?"
"I found that in your bag, but that doesn't mean the two of you aren't hiding more. Drop your pants."
"What?"
"WHAT?!"
"Cavity search. I'm fully authorized as a police officer to check for further possession, now that it's been proven that you have some."
"B-b-but the -"
" Fully authorized, bird boy. Drop 'em, or I get the taser and check while you're twitching your eyes out."
Tilo was quick enough to work on his pants, even though his friend seemed absolutely flabbergasted. Even as the bird's jeans hit the ground, followed by his underwear, Han looked back at the mouse. He glared with such venom that Stan was suddenly grateful that the snake wasn't a spitting cobra. He wasn't sure that he would have survived something like that.
However, he couldn't brook resistance. Though he didn't have an actual gun, he did have the taser he threatened them with, and he drew it out of his side pocket. Pointing it at the snake, he arched an eyebrow. No question, just a little arched eyebrow giving the snake one last chance to avoid a whole lot of pain.
It worked. With a grumble, Han pulled his pants down, pulling them around his tail before letting them fall to his ankles. The mouse had to clear his throat and gesture with the taser again to get the snake to drop his underwear, but there was less hesitation with that. He holstered the weapon, chuckling to himself as he looked over the fine pair of asses presented to him.
"See? Was that so hard?"
"F-"
"Fuck me, yeah, yeah, I know. Well, let's get started."
"D-don't you need a pair of gloves?"
"Nah. Easier to tell if I just slip a bare finger inside you. I'll start with you first, split-tongue."
Ignoring the snake's hissing, Stan walked up behind the reptile. Pushing against his back a little bit to keep Han from pushing back at him, Stan licked his finger a few times before sliding it under the reptile's tail. A great deal of warmth swallowed his finger immediately before the snake realized what he'd done and clamped down. It was a bit harder going after that, but the mouse knew his business, wiggling his finger around inside of the angry reptile until he found what he was looking for.
"Uh...Uh, Han?"
"What?"
"Why are you, um..."
"What?!"
"Getting hard?"
"Because he's a pervert that tries to be a tough guy."
"That's not - mmmph!"
The snake leaned forward more as the mouse played with his prostate, teasing him as he wiggled his finger around. It didn't take long to get the reptile up to a full erection, and he could tell that the snake wasn't familiar with the anal pleasures that a dexterous finger could bring. Han's tail twitched like it wasn't sure whether to move to the side or swat the mouse, but as long as he wasn't actually resisting, Stan was happy to let him do what he wanted.
After finding no trace of drugs - not that there would have been any - the mouse pulled his finger out. Han grunted in relief, only to jerk as the mouse pulled down the zipper of his pants.
"What the hell are you doing?!"
"I have to check everything."
"This is rape!"
"Nothing of the sort. Just police business."
"You -"
"I still have that taser. Do you want me to use it and THEN check you?"
He didn't give the snake a chance to respond. Grabbing hold of the reptile's hips, he rammed inside. It was a dry insertion, so it stung him a bit, but not half as much as it did the snake. Han was growling and beating his fist against the wall, muttering death threats and other things that the mouse couldn't quite pick up as he slammed in and out. It got better for him, but he doubted that the snake would get much pleasure.
The bird, however, watched with a surprising amount of interest. Stan would have pegged him as another straight boy, but from the erection he sported, maybe the sparrow had been thinking of something like this himself. It boded well for him, that's for sure.
It didn't take long for the mouse to actually reach his finish in the snake, grunting as he deposited a load of cum inside the rebellious reptile. Slumping as the mouse pulled out, the snake supported himself on the wall as he tried to get his breath back, his ass oozing with a great deal of cum. Hell, his ass cheeks were painted white from how much the mouse had filled him with, and that was saying something.
"Um..."
He turned to the bird, chuckling.
"Yes?"
"Are you going to..."
"To you? Yep."
Tilo's face turned red, but the bird didn't complain. He lowered his head, offering his ass with his tail feathers fanned and raised. The mouse chuckled, grabbing the bird and sliding in.
After leaving the sparrow in the same shape as the snake, Stan took a step back. Zipping his pants up, he looked them over. They were both oozing, and Han had recovered during the time it took for him to fuck the bird. They looked back at him, one furious, and the other half curious.
It was decision time. They were both good candidates for the MHP, at least physically. He was pretty sure that the boss's technology could get the attitude problem that Han had erased, at least given time. That, plus the fact that they both still thought that he was a police officer, effectively made the decision for him. He pointed towards the police car at the end of the alley, nodding towards it.
"Get in. We're going down to the station."
"But you didn't find anything! What the fuck is this bullshit?!"
"Taser."
"...Fine."
The two of them piled in, and Stan got in the driver's seat. After he was sure that the pair of them were situated, he pressed a button to lock the doors. That part was standard. The gas that suddenly filled the back seat, on the other hand, wasn't. The pair of them were out cold in seconds, and Stan sighed in relief. Unclipping the fake badge from his chest and putting it in the glove compartment, he reached up and pulled the attached lights off of the top of his car.
"I swear, they're getting easier to fool every day."
Laughing, the mouse pulled out of the alley, and drove off towards his 'station'. The pair of them would be out for at least a few hours, plenty of time to start the conditioning.
#
Tilo groaned as a soft buzzing woke him up. His entire body felt a little wrecked, but it was worst under his tail feathers. It almost felt like that time he'd gotten pushed in high school and ended up impaled on a wooden stake in a field. Heh, he'd spent three hours pulling all the splinters out of his ass, but it hadn't been the worst feeling he'd ever had. Shaking his head at the memory, the sparrow opened his eyes only to see himself on a bed.
Naked.
Beside Han.
Who was also naked.
And they were both hard.
The sparrow jerked upright, only to grunt at a sudden constriction from his neck, squeezing him until he laid down again.
Relax, relax. No need to worry. No need to worry. Relax, relax. No need to worry. Relax, relax. No need to worry.
The voice continued to whisper the words in his head rather than his ears, and though he shook his head a few times, Tilo admitted that he felt a little better hearing them. They were kind of, well, relaxing to listen to, and he needed something to calm him down right now. For that matter, if he needed something to calm him down right now, he could only imagine how Han was feeling.
He turned his head, and he winced at the look on the snake's face. There was the usual angry look there, but it was twisted, like he was confused about something. He grunted and shook his head, and Tilo wondered if his friend was hearing a voice too, and if he was, what it might be saying.
That doesn't matter. Don't worry. Just relax. Relaxing is fun, and you can feel so very good when you relax.
He supposed that was true, even if it was a little weird. Any of the voices that his friend might be hearing would be part of a private conversation, rather than something that he needed to worry about. It would be like eavesdropping on people at school, and he had never done that. He'd been a good student, and a good person.
A good boy.
Yes, he'd been a good boy, he supposed.
Yes, and a good boy does what he's told.
He supposed so. After all, that's how he'd gotten the grades to get a scholarship, and -
A good boy helps his friend out. A good boy helps his friend relax. Don't you think that Han looks like he's feeling stressed? Doesn't he look like he needs a little help?
Huh. He hadn't thought of that. Looking back at the snake, Tilo realized that his friend was all tense, his muscles tight and bunched up like he was trying not to do something, or like he was angry as hell. Normally, he'd have teased his friend, but right now that didn't feel right. What was something he could -
A glance down brought an idea to mind. Considering how that mouse had given them such hard-ons earlier, Han probably needed to blow a good load. He'd had the temptation to offer before, but he hadn't gone through with it considering how angry the snake always was. Han had always seemed straight, but after seeing him get hard from getting fingered, maybe...maybe there was a chance for a bit of fun between them, a bit more than the friendship they'd had for the last decade.
The snake jerked as Tilo's feathery hand wrapped around his cock. Gasping for breath, Han looked at him with mouth agape. He struggled to say something, but either he couldn't find the words or the collar was just that tight on him. Tilo smiled, leaning over and patting the snake's head with his free hand.
"Don't worry. I'll be a good friend and help you feel better."
"...ssss...nnnnn...."
Han's hissing went unnoticed by the bird, whose hand moved a little faster along the snake's cock. It was slick with pre, soaked with it to the point where the bird could stroke him almost too easily. How long had they been in here, he wondered, for them to be this horny and hard?
It doesn't matter. That's such a good thing for you to do for your friend. Just go on, keep stroking him. He loves it, even if he's too scared to say it. Just keep going. He'll thank you for it later.
"Thank me for it...later..."
He nodded as he kept stroking, watching as Han's cock bounced up and down with each stroke, oozing more pre. The room smelled of their musk, their pre, their need, but Tilo couldn't think to stroke himself. He was utterly focused on his friend's cock, wanting to make his friend relax a bit, help him feel better, help him not be so uncomfortable. It was what a good person would do.
It didn't take long for Han to start bucking upwards, his belly starting to tighten up and his legs squirming. His toes clenched and curled, and though the snake turned his head to the side like he was ashamed, he couldn't stop bucking into the air. His body looked like it was having the time of its life, like it couldn't stop anymore.
Soon Tilo didn't have to stroke anymore, as Han was deliberately humping up into his hand. The snake's body was on autopilot, and his breathing was coming easier, if no less quick than before. That forked tongue hung out as Han thrust upwards, his slick cock just fucking the bird's hand for almost a full minute before he stiffened up. Cumming hard, the snake covered his belly and his tail with his juices, his cock turning into a fountain for a few seconds before going calm again, the snake collapsing onto the bed.
Good boy, Tilo. Good boy.
The collar sent a surge of pleasure through his body, and the bird arched his back with a moan. He felt the buzzing that he'd heard when he woke up, and when he laid down again, he turned his head to the side. He could just barely make out a toy under his tail, and he blushed as he realized that had been in him the whole time and he hadn't even noticed it.
You're a good boy, Tilo, a good friend. Now, why don't you see if Han will help you feel good, too? But don't stop helping him. A good friend never stops helping.
"Never stops...helping..."
"Helping..."
Barely aware that Han had echoed him, Tilo reached over and gently grasped the snake's hand. He guided the scaly fingers to his shaft, and Han grabbed him almost immediately, like his fingers were just waiting for something to grab. They stroked him fast, and the bird moaned as he squirmed on the bed. The feeling of someone else jerking him off was intense, amazing, and extremely sexy, everything that he could imagine.
They lay back, slowly turning to look at each other as they continued jerking off. Han looked...relaxed. The anger that had been part of his expression for years was fading, though there was still a little bit there. There was this strange but playful exasperation on his face, almost like the snake couldn't believe what he was doing, but was doing it anyway just for the hell of it.
Whatever the reason, he was glad that they were enjoying this together.
#
Time passed slowly in their bedroom. It was difficult to tell when one day began and another ended, and without a clock or anything capable of keeping time, they had to guess. Not that they really cared; it turned into more of a game that they could play while they waited for each other to recover from their latest orgasms, just something to do to pass the time until they could get hard again.
Occasionally someone in a blue containment suit came in, taking them out for 'business' before bringing them back, and other times they had meals left at their doors. Aside from that, their only company was each other and the voice in their collars.
The voice was always there, even when they were talking to each other. It was hard to tell when it left off and their thoughts began sometimes, because occasionally they would find themselves chanting or repeating what the voice said. Sometimes it was a little creepy, but it was never bad. It rewarded them with huge doses of pleasure when they did what it wanted, and didn't hurt them if they were a bit scared.
Tilo noticed that they were changing while they listened to the voice. How, he wasn't sure, but he knew that they were. It was obvious to him that Han had become different. Not only had the snake's anger almost disappeared, but he'd started laughing more and enjoying telling jokes rather than being completely serious. The playful exasperation on his face was still there during sex, but it was less the "I'm straight and doing this as a favor" and more "You just love it when I do this, don't you?" now. It was weird, and it was so very different from what Han had been, but it was a chance that the bird liked.
As for himself, he'd become more relaxed than ever, just enjoying the way that he could be himself rather than keep it all hidden. All the fantasies that he'd been hiding for years came out, and with them out in the open, he found himself better able to focus. Somehow, all the hidden and suppressed stuff had kept him from thinking clearly, and he now found himself spending time working out different formulas and theories he'd only read about. It was...it was amazing.
#
It's time for the next step, boys.
The two of them sat up on the bed. The collar didn't squeeze them this time, but gave them a buzz of the pleasure they loved so much.
Good boys. You've been so good to each other. You've learned how much fun can happen when you play together. Now, it's time to learn a little more, and then you'll be allowed to go out and have a bit more fun with people. Do you good boys want to know what that is?
They nodded.
Good boys. Lay on the bed, one of you normally, the other upside down.
This wasn't a new position for the two of them. Just yesterday - they thought - they'd been teasing each other with dildos, pushing them in and out. Han had been only slightly hesitant, but had soon gotten into it with a vengeance. Tilo had loved it from the start, and he wondered if they were going to do something similar to that today.
Laying down with his head near the base of the bed, he had an excellent view of the snake's equipment and everything underneath his tail. It had gotten a good bit of use lately; the formerly tight hole had wound up rather open, the ring having spread enough that Tilo was pretty sure he could get a finger inside without any lube and without any pain. The snake's cock was hard, just as it always was; the two of them were hardly ever soft these days, and with the thought of new play, he doubted they'd get soft anytime soon.
Good boys tend to attract big cocks, and sometimes there really isn't any lube around for you to use. That's why good boys keep clean, and that's why good boys travel in pairs. You need to help each other in a situation like this.
Today, good boys, you're going to rim each other, just so that you're ready when the next shipment of toys arrives. Do a good job, and you'll have the best toys we can find.
That was all the incentive they needed. Tilo reached for the scaly hips, but yelped as Han actually beat him to it. Scaly fingers kneaded his rump and his hips, and his tail feathers pushed upwards in response. A scaly face pushed under his feathers, and he groaned as he felt the hot breath of his friend puffing against his ass.
He couldn't let his friend beat him. The sparrow darted his head forward as well, shoving his beak under the snake's tail. Han didn't jerk away this time, instead pushing back and smothering the avian in his scaly butt. The scales were warm and clean, without any nasty smell that might have been there with someone else. Tilo moaned, spreading the cheeks with his hands to reveal the pucker beneath again.
This close, it seemed to twitch with every pulse of the snake's heart. It was spread open and eager for attention, and Tilo was eager to give it what it wanted. Sliding his hand up to get a grip on Han's cock, he stuck his tongue out to give that pucker the attention it needed.
Both his and Han's tongues touched each other at the same time. The bird shuddered at the feeling of something so warm and wet on his ass, and he squirmed on the bed before the snake pinned him down more securely. Every lick along his hole sent spasms of pleasure through him, and he flexed his legs involuntarily as he tried to deal with it and still think coherently. It was harder than he expected, and his cock throbbed needily.
He panted along the scaly pucker as he slid his tongue over it, tracing the loose, nearly gaping hole with his tongue tip. The scales flexed with the touch of his tongue, trying to pull him in. He was almost tempted to do that, but not until he got more from his friend. Instead, he just circled that hole, stroking the snake's cock to the rhythm of his teasing licking, watching his spit lube up that hole. This was the lesson, he realized; good boys needed to be ready to lube each other for a big cock or a big toy at any time, and this was how they did it. It was why they were encouraged to stay so clean.
Good boy, good boy. You figured it out. Keep going.
The voice sounded a bit heavier than usual, almost like it was distracted. He barely noticed, particularly as Han shoved a finger up his feathery ass. Tilo groaned at the feeling, bucking his hips upwards at the pleasant insertion, particularly as his friend kept licking him.
He pulled his hand away from the snake's cock as Han took over for him, reaching down to spread his ass more and dedicating his attention to eating out the other's ass a little more. His slender tongue pushed inside of the snake, slicking him up inside and teasing him, and he could feel the other male tensing up with his own pleasure. They bobbed their heads back and forth, forcing their tongues into each other before just licking around their holes again, teasing the musky entrances and getting each other ready.
Oooh, yes, good boys...good boys...Go on, cum. Good boys get to cum from this.
The collars shocked them with another burst of pleasure, stronger than usual, and they groaned, Han into a feathered ass and Tilo into a scaled one. Their cocks twitched as they came together, spraying their load over one another for the third time that day. Or was it the fourth? They didn't know, and they didn't care, getting right back to the rimming.
Ooooh, boys....such insatiable, sexy, good boys...
#
Stan smiled at the pair of males from his control room. The hidden cameras in the chamber gave him multiple angles to watch the action from, and he never tired of seeing the formerly homophobic snake actually lose himself to the pleasure that he got. The two of them were well conditioned, the collars doing their jobs well. It was almost a pity that he'd have to hand over control to someone else soon.
The mouse looked down at the paperwork he'd pulled together. A rather wealthy eagle had purchased the pair of them, with an option for a third pet if anything worked out. It was a pity that he'd have to pass on that, but -
"Sir."
The mouse turned in his chair as one of the foxes that he employed for security came in. He looked kind of annoyed, surprisingly.
"Yes?"
"We caught a ferret wandering around the station. He said he was looking for a snake and a sparrow matching the descriptions of subjects 55 and -"
"Ah, ah. They have names, Ethan."
"...Yes, sir. Subjects Han and Tilo."
"That's better. I still have that taser, you know. How's your balls doing after the last time I had to shock you down?"
"The prosthetics are doing their duty, sir."
"Glad to hear it. Remember, these guys are already paid for by someone else. Eager as they are, they're not entirely in their right minds. Let's not take advantage of them."
"I'll remember that. So what shall we do with the ferret, sir?"
"Well, we have an option out for a third sexy guy." He nodded towards the room on his screens. "Throw him in there and give them another collar. They'll do it for us."
Ethan nodded and walked out of the room, leaving the mouse to turn back to the screens. The pair of males were still grinding against each other when a ferret was thrown in. The dialogue between them went mostly unheard, but it didn't take long for the snake and sparrow to pull him onto the bed between them. Both of them had turned into experts in the arts of making love, and he wasn't at all surprised to see the ferret suspended between them with a hell of a hard-on.
"Heh, I am just that good."
The mouse leaned back, pulling his cock out of his pants as he watched the show. As the ferret was fucked between the snake and sparrow, he started getting harder and harder, moaning for more from his friends. They gave it to him, fucking him hard as Han and Tilo passed the last collar between them, talking to each other. Curious what they might be saying, he reached down and enabled audio.
"Mmmm, Matt's a good boy to find us, but not as good a boy as we are for helping him."
"No...no shit. He's gonna be a good boy, though. Just like us."
"A good boy."
"A good fucking friend."
"Just."
"Like."
"Us."
The snake slammed the collar down around the ferret's neck, and Stan groaned as he came from the sight. The trio was just a perfect little group, and as soon as Matt was trained up, their eagle customer was going to have a hell of a group to play with.
Fumbling for a tissue to clean himself up with, Stan bumped his hand against the taser gun on the shelf beside him. Thankfully he didn't shoot himself, but he did blast the screen he'd been watching, cracking the case and shorting out the electricity to it.
"God damnit...That's the fourth time I've done that."
He doubted that management would be replacing this one, either.
#
Two weeks later...
Three good boys walked up the steps of Indigo University, a prestigious place normally reserved for the higher ups of the city. Blue bloods, in effect, though the coloration checking had stopped a long time ago. Despite their upbringing - and the record of the snake of the group - they were allowed entry. Their sponsor, an alumni eagle named Edward Preston, walked them up the steps to their new school.
If anyone watched closely, they would notice that the eagle walked perhaps a little too closely to the new students, his crotch flush with the sparrow's ass and his hands lingering suspiciously low on the other two males, but if they did, nobody saw anything. The eagle guided them through the halls, taking them to the financier's office to pay off their tuition, before turning and looking at them.
Each one met his eye, and each one grinned as the eagle stroked a finger over their collars. They were good boys. They were HIS good boys.
"Do well, and I'll have a treat for you later."
"Special treat?"
"Or just a shit treat?"
"For all of us or just one?"
"For all the good boys. Now run along, and do well. I'll be watching."
The good boys hurried to join the crowd, and the eagle grinned, looking forward to the fun at the end of the day.
The End